We lost our innocence in the closet at church [m/f]

Preachers kids are notorious for getting into trouble, but also very skilled at getting away with nearly anything. I guess it’s because no one ever suspects the pastor’s son to do anything taboo. Nothing can be farther from the truth…

As the child of a pastor, it was always my job to entertain the kids of a visiting minister. There were many who came and went and were mostly forgettable, but a few who stuck out and whom I actually looked forward to seeing again. One in particular was a girl by the name of Katie, whose dad went to seminary with my dad and remained good friends with mine, so they visited often. About once a year or so. Katie and I had pretty much grown up together and had a brother/sister type of relationship. As we got older, the relationship became more flirtatious but nothing ever more than that. We picked on each other more than anything. But one visit changed all of that…

In was New Year’s Eve of 2011 and my dad had decided to have a special service that Sunday since it was on New Year’s Day and invited Katie’s dad to be the guest speaker for it. I had turned 18 a year earlier, but Katie’s birthday was in December so she had just turned 18 a couple weeks before her visit. I had sent her a birthday text, but was really saving anything for when she came to visit.

She arrived with her family the Saturday morning of the New Year weekend. My family and I met them when they got into town for lunch as we usually did before escorting them to their hotel. It had been a little over a year since the last time I had seen Katie, and I was amazed at how much she had changed in that year. Katie was very petite so she always seemed little to me, which allowed for that little sister vibe to feel more natural. But this time she seemed more grown up, more mature. Perhaps it was because she was exuding confidence over just turning 18, but whatever it was, she certainly caught my eye in a new way. She was pushing 5’1 and couldn’t have weighed more than 115. Her frame was very petite, but she had curves in just the right places. Her most noticeable feature was her ass. On her small body, it stuck out making a nearly perfect half circle. She almost always wore something to cover it, as most shirts on her were long anyway, but every once in a while she’d wear a tight skirt that would make anyone turn their head as she walked by. Aside from that, her smile was intoxicating. It lit up the room and brightened anyone’s day. She had dark brown eyes and wavy chestnut hair that framed her face. Simply put, she was stunning.

Everything flowed as naturally as it always did. We picked on each other, chatted about life’s happenings the past year, and occasionally flirted. Nothing out of the ordinary. Except in my mind. This visit was the first time I had seen Katie for who she really was. Not just a little girl or sister type of a friend, but as the beautiful young woman she had become. And I was lusting hard after her. I noticed everything about her for what seemed like the very first time. Her smell, her touch, the creases at the corner of her eyes when she laughed, or how she would always reach out and touch my arm when she got excited. And as the day went on, it only got worse.

That night, my youth group decided to get together at the church and hang out for the New Year. We ordered pizza, played games, and just kicked the night waiting for midnight. Katie stuck to my side all night. She was comfortable with pretty much everyone there, but that’s just the way it always was. Katie and I were always together when she was in town. Midnight came and we celebrated the new year. Not long after, to keep the night exciting, someone suggested a game of hide and seek. It was always a favorite to play late at night since it was dark and my church was huge, allowing for plenty of spaces to hide. We agreed and started the game.

Since the church was so large, we often would pair up to hide and their would be more than one seeker. The rounds would typically last a good half hour. Fortunately, Katie and I weren’t the first to seek and were able to find a spot that was a decent amount away from everyone else. It was a small closet that most people didn’t even know about. Being the pastor’s son, I knew all the good hiding spots. Katie and I squeezed in and closed the door. There was enough space for Katie and I to adjust ourselves, but not much more than that.

When I pulled her inside, I had naturally put my arm around her. She didn’t seem to mind or even seem to notice. At some point, I began slowly gliding my hand up and down her back. I didn’t even realize I was doing it until she said “that feels so good” with a slight giggle afterwards. I didn’t say anything back, but I instantly became aware of how close we were to each other. I could feel her body heat just inches away from me. I kept messaging her back, but it a more definitive way, making my motions larger so that I grazed closer and closer to her ass. She never said a word but I could tell she noticed as her breathing began to quicken. I then felt her hand gently raise up and rest on the side of my abdomen. She was in. Whatever was happening at that point, she was responding positively.

So that’s when I did it… that’s when I reached down and squeezed her perfect ass. It felt so good as my hand grabbed more than it could hold. She let out a small but audible gasp. For a moment I thought I had messed up and said “I’m sorry” but I never moved my hand from her ass cheek.
She laughed and replied with “well I think if you were actually sorry, you would have moved your hand already.”
“Do you want me to move my hand?” I asked with more confidence than I knew I had.
And she replied with words that changed our entire relationship forever, “not really. I’ve been waiting for you to do that for years.”
The next thing I knew, her lips met mine and she began kissing me passionately. Her tongue parted my lips and grazed mine. She kissed me as if she had been thinking about it all day, and perhaps she had. I reached around with my other hand to where both hands were caressing her ass. I dared to go the extra mile as I began lifting up her skirt up and over her ass, and to my surprise she was wearing a tiny g-string. Feeling her bare ass for the first time was like heaven. I half expected her to pull away, but she never flinched. In fact, the next thing I knew, her hand was grabbing for my dick through my pants. She massaged it like that until I heard her whisper “take it out.”

I fumbled for my zipper and fished for my dick through the opening. It was rock hard, and at the time it was a decent six inches. She grabbed it as soon as it was free and began stroking it. I thought I was going to explode just at feeling her small hands grasp my dick. It felt amazing. My hands hadn’t left her ass yet and she noticed.
“I can tell what your favorite thing is” she said with a laugh. “Here, let’s make it enjoyable for the both of us.” and with that, she pushed away and spun around. She backed her ass against me with my cock resting between her cheeks. She began to grind against me, messaging my dick with her ass. This was for sure the highlight of my year and it was only the first hour into it.

I could feel the warmth of her pussy just inches away. I wanted her so bad, and told her so. She said no being that we were both virgins, she didn’t want to lose it in a closet, but that she did want to get us both off. She told me to put my dick between her legs, and I happily agreed. She pushed my dick against her clit with her hand and I began to thrust gently causing my cock to slide against her pussy. I could feel the juices pouring from her pussy all over my cock making it completely wet. It made for excellent lube as I continued to slide it against her. No penetration, just intense teasing. But enough that within a few minutes she started to quiver as she let out a very soft but long moan. She came, and I wasn’t far behind her as she gripped my dick and began pumping with her hand furiously until I came all over her hand.

We pulled ourselves back together, and she pulled me in for another kiss. “Thank you” she said. I told her I loved every minute of it, to which she replied by suggesting we do it again. We did. The next day. But that’s a story for another time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4coond/we_lost_our_innocence_in_the_closet_at_church_mf