The one were I gave a BJ in a church parking lot [MF] [cheating]

*Once again a PM conversation I had inspired me to write a story I never thought I’d write on here, because it doesn’t involve full-blown sex. I realize this is my 3rd cheating story.. SORRY EVERYONE. Also , I’m sorry this is so long again.. I can’t help it.*

**Backstory:**

Eric and I met when we were kids. – I was 6 and he was 12,and my brother was in preschool with his cousin (both 4). His aunt and my mom became best friends during that time, and his aunt actually raised him because his dad left and his mom is an alcoholic. Since I came out of the womb liking boys, I immediately thought he was cute from the moment I met him, but to him, I was just.a little kid because, well, I was. The summer between 6th and 7th grade, when I was at his high school graduation party, I must have annoyed the shit out of him because I literally spent an hour wasting his time going on about gymnastics meets. I was this irritating, glitter-faced kid with a gymnast-style hair-glued-to-the-head ponytail , and I annoy myself looking back on it. However, he was nothing but nice and polite to me, which just made my kid crush more intense. Four years later, when I was 16, and had ditched the ponytail holders for a hair straightener, and traded my face-glitter and high-shine lipgloss for my black eyeliner and real foundation, I ran into him the weekend of St. Patrick’s Day. He was a man, and I was a girl, but I realized my physical attraction to him had only intensified (despite the fact that I was dating my high school boyfriend). When I was 18 and Facebook had recently become a thing everyone had, he saw the “happy birthday ” posts.on my FB page and messaged me. “I can’t fucking believe you’re 18.” This message was followed by many more (including “I can hardly recognize you in your pics, you don’t look like a kid anymore. How are you doing? What are your plans for next year”) I was single and I decided I wanted some birthday sex, so I answered the routine questions, but started flirting pretty hard. Surprisingly, he flirted back. He was 24 but still in college (partied too hard freshman year, switched majors, etc), and he was an hour away, but he would be in for the high school football game (2 days later) to see his cousin play. I was cheering, so I wouldn’t see him during the game, but I decided we should see each other after. Once we were together, we talked a little , and then got to the point and parked in this industrial area where people go to hook up at night since no one is around. He was the first guy to really fucking rail me like he was in charge. Despite the age difference, we developed some sort of FWB connection and hooked up around a dozen times my senior year.

**The night of :**

Two years go by and I didn’t see him. He graduated college and was in the military, stationed out of state. I had just completed my sophomore year in college, and we were 20 and 26. Also, I should probably add this was towards. the end of my relationship with my abusive (now ex) boyfriend, but we were technically still together, unfortunately. It was the night of my brother and his cousin’s high school graduation, so he came in and showed up in his dress uniform. Our families were sitting together, of course. Some shit had gone down between us (long story, irrelevant), so we were not exactly on the best of terms. In fact, I was pretty pissed at him the last time we spoke. To make matters worse, his aunt and my mom had found out what was going on with us back when I was a senior in high school. His cousin also knew, and my brother had a pretty solid idea, if he didn’t know for sure. So, the post-graduation party at my parents’ house was one of the most awkward experiences of my life, and that is putting it nicely. He clearly wanted to have a conversation with me, and I was not into the idea, but I did NOT want it to get more awkward for everyone else. I also wasn’t a fan of my dad finding out, so I decided to play it cool and hope for the best. However, he couldn’t stop calling me “kid” and asking how my major was going (we had the same major ). By the end of the night, everyone was somewhere on the spectrum between tipsy and hammered, and he ended up asking me for a ride home in front of everyone because he figured I wouldn’t say no. He was definitely closer to hammered than anyone else, and I was the most sober of the bunch. As a matter of fact, I probably SHOUDN’T have driven, but everyone thought I was fine since compared to them I was sober. My parents normally FLIP over the thought of drinking and driving (rightfully so), and I don’t mess with that . But, I was borderline okay, only going a couple of blocks, and instead of saying “it’s probably not a good idea” , I was an idiot and drove .

**The slut move:**

Instead of telling me to go back to his friends house where he was staying for the night, Eric asked me to turn into a **CHURCH PARKING LOT** on the way so we could talk. I had driven all of 2 blocks at this point, and wasn’t too keen on the idea, but figured it was fine since if we stayed long enough I would be completely sober since the alcohol was pretty worn off already. I told him “We’re just going to talk, okay?” Famous last words. So, Eric and I talk through a lot of what was pissing me off, and he explains why he made choices he made . I explain the situation with my (then) boyfriend. It was a good talk, and I can’t say it solved everything in one night, but honestly it was probably not a bad idea to talk.. but then… the subject changed.

Eric: “So what you’re saying is your boyfriend doesn’t properly fuck you?”

Me: “Well he really isn’t very good ..I’m not going to lie”

Eric”. “The problem is, he is your BOYfriend. You need fucked by a MAN. I know what you like… you know I do.” (he was NOT wrong)

Me: “I’m really trying to be a good girlfriend from now on” (part of the abuse was making me feel like the worst person ever, and part of my reaction to that – cheating – had made me feel like I need to stay with him because obviously he was right and I was so lucky apparently to have him… abuse sucks, don’t do it guys..and girls).

Eric”. “Fuck that.. he isn’t good for you” (I had explained our situation)

He pulled me in for a rough kiss. I hesitated for just a second before meeting his tongue in my mouth, kissing back. He bit my lip a little – something he didn’t do in the past . Little by little , my pent-up sexual frustration was urging me to cave in and cheat, again, for the third time. I shouldn’t have been with that boyfriend anymore, it should have ended long ago.. but when it comes to abusive relationships, hindsight is 20/20..

We continued our heated make out session as his hands wandered over to the driver’s side and up my turquoise blue booty shorts. I have to say, that outfit I changed into after graduation had to be torturing him. Those shorts were TINY, and the scoop-neck tank top showed some good cleavage.

By the time his fingers worked under my thong, I was soaking wet, and I had to untangle our tongues to sit back and let myself enjoy it. My eyes rolled back in my head as I leaned back against the drivers seat. God, it was damn good to feel this again. I hadn’t had GOOD sex since the previous September, and was a short-lived affair. My body was caving to him, willing him to continue, but I was trying to keep my willpower… so I decided to suck his dick instead (because that’s what you do when you don’t want to let yourself have sex, apparently). He had changed into gym shorts after the graduation, giving me easy access to his dick. I freed it quickly and leaned over him, and now it was his turn to tip his head back and close his eyes in pleasure. He moaned my name and told me he “fucking wants me so bad”. It didn’t take long at all to get him to the point where he was about to cum (surprising because of how much he drank), so he tried to tell me to stop so he could fuck me first – he didn’t think he would be able to after he came. I didn’t stop, and seconds later, he came so much that I literally couldn’t swallow it all. This was the first time this had ever happened, and I didn’t want it in my car, so I quickly opened the driver’s side door and spit it out into the fucking church parking lot, and wiped my face off with a napkin from the glove compartment. Clearly, one of my classiest moments. The, he said it wouldn’t be right if he didn’t return the favor. He was sobering up now, by the way. I thought “Well, It’s not going to be any worse if he just does it for me” and decided I was fucking in need for a solid orgasm. My first in months. So we went to the back seat, and he pulled my shorts and thong off, and licked, sucked, tongue-fucked, and finger-fucked me until I came so hard my legs shook and I felt it pulsate through my entire body.

He put his fingers in my mouth for me to taste myself, and we went back to kissing a bit until I pulled away, ready to call it a night.

Eric “I’m fucking hard again… I’ll make you cum again. we have time. No one’s around.

Me: “I’m trying REALLY hard to be a good girlfriend tonight”

Eric (laughs sarcastically): “I’m pretty damn sure your chances of being good tonight are shot to hell”

Once again, he was not wrong.

However , I did need to get back, and I was pretty much in denial about how bad I actually had been.. so we did not fuck. That was the last time we ever hooked up. He is now married with a baby, but texted me the night before he got engaged (3 years ago) looking to hang out. I was with my current fiancé, and happy. The answer was a hard no. God knows if he’s faithful to her, but somehow I doubt it. That being said, I’m sure he doubts me too…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/986rhv/the_one_were_i_gave_a_bj_in_a_church_parking_lot