[MF] Making the Busty Church Girl Mine

*My name is Andy. I grew up in a pretty religiously conservative area, so I didn’t lose my virginity until I was 21. I’ve spent the past six years trying to catch up on what I missed.*

I was a Young Life leader in college. For those who don’t know, Young Life is a Christian outreach organization for high school students. As a leader, I was part of a team of men and women who were trying to introduce students to Jesus.

One of the college women on my team was Rosie.

Rosie was awesome. She had a great sense of humor, a boundless supply of enthusiasm, and had this way of engaging in conversations that really made you feel heard. Also tits. Rosie had enormous tits. So big, in fact, that I would later find out that her bra could cover up her entire face.

Needless to say, I was drawn to Rosie, and while her bust was definitely a predominant reason, her personality really was top notch as well. We often found ourselves hanging out late into the night after one of our club events, or watching movies with friends in dark basements. It became clear that there was some mutual attraction there, but the rules of Young Life state that people on the same team can’t date. So we were kind of stuck.

Until the night of my best friend’s twenty-first birthday.

He and I stumble into our dorm room, going on about some topic or other. He collapsed into bed immediately, while I stayed up to watch some tv. Over the course of this time, I decided to hop on my phone and check Facebook, where I see that Rosie has posted a lovely new picture that showed just enough cleavage to really get my drunk brain going. And I was already on my phone, so it had to be divine intervention, right?

It’s embarrassing and hardly my finest moment, but the conversation went something like this:

Me: Hey, I have a question for you that I’d like for you to keep between us.

Rosie: Oh? And what might this be?

Me: Well… it’s just that I think you’re so attractive. And you have the most incredible body. Do you think maybe I could see more of it sometime? Specifically your breasts?

(I know. This is terrible. It happened, and while I’m not proud of it, the end result ended up being pretty good.)

Rosie: …Go to sleep, Andy. You’d better make the apology text really good tomorrow morning.

Me: Right. Sorry.

I went to sleep, humiliated and terrified that I’d just completely sabotaged any semblance of a normal friendship with this awesome woman.

As expected, I woke up with a splitting headache and a deep sense of regret. I reread the texts I had sent, and it couldn’t have made me feel more predatory or creepy. I composed my apology.

Me: So I’m embarrassed. I’m sorry. Asking you that was completely inappropriate and you are worth so much more than a text message to get nudes. I feel like I really undermined our friendship. I’m so sorry.

Rosie: Honestly, it’s not a big deal. I’m definitely disappointed in you, but I’m well acquainted with people wanting to see my boobs. I just don’t know what gave you the impression that a text in the middle of the night would work?

Me: Alcohol. Alcohol gave me that impression. And it is a liar.

Rosie: Clearly. I hope Sober Andy doesn’t think I’m the type of girl that would just do that.

Me: I don’t. At all. You’re a much better person than that. I’m sorry, I feel like I made you feel cheap.

Rosie: You kind of did. Which sucked… but at least now I know you like them.

*Ho-ly shit.* Rosie, a woman I’ve spent countless hours praying, talking about Christian virtues, and reading scripture with, was glad to know that I like her tits. My mind was reeling.

Me: I think I made it pretty clear last night that I do.

Rosie: Aaaand you want to see them?

Me: Yes. Yes please.

Rosie: As long as you keep the drunken perv texts to a minimum from now on, I think there’s a way we can make that happen. My roommates are going to bible study tonight at 6. Want to come over?

Me: Yes. Yes I do.

I know it sounds far fetched, but I went from frantically apologizing for asking to see Rosie’s tits to planning a hook up in the space of probably twenty minutes. Much like reading the book of Revelation, surreal doesn’t begin to describe it.

We texted about a lot of things after that. We confirmed that we had both had sex with one person before this, that we couldn’t date as long as we were still doing Young Life, and that we were both clean. Then, to my great pleasure, Rosie surprised me with a picture of her breasts. They were bigger and better than I ever could have imagined. Full and round, with wide areolae. It took the power of God himself to stop me from finishing in my pants right there.

Six o’clock finally rolled around, and I made my way eagerly to Rosie’s house. She answered the door wearing a black tank top and neon pink running shorts. No bra. She looked nervous, thrilled, and absolutely gorgeous.

“Hi.” She said, looking more at the ground than at me.

“Hi.” I replied. Like any pair of good Christians, the prospect of premarital sex terrified and aroused us in equal parts. I learned that day that some of the best sex in the world is the sex you’re not supposed to be having.

She let me inside, and we took a seat on her couch.

“I really am sorry for last night.” I said. “I didn’t think.”

“Yeah,” Rosie said sheepishly. “But now here we are.”

She put her hand on my leg. Due to her nerves, she used more force than she needed, slapping my thigh loudly.

“Oh! Sorry!” She said. We both broke into a laugh at that.

“So what changed?” I asked. “When did it become an apology to… this?”

“Andy,” She said softly. “I’ve been wanting you to say something like that for almost a year now. Sure, you botched the execution a bit, but I finally got the confirmation that you were interested. I don’t want to waste my shot.”

“Me either.” I breathed.

I leaned in slowly, and kissed her gently. Her breath caught, and she put her hands on my cheeks. We sat there, kissing softly for a while, before I took my hand and placed it on one of her large breasts. She moaned deeply into my mouth, and arched her back so that I could feel as much of her as possible. At 6’4”, I have pretty large hands, but they were nothing compared to Rosie’s breasts.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, which was one of the few times I had ever heard her swear.

I wasted no time. I pressed her down onto her back. She pulled her shirt off, letting her massive tits splay out around her torso. I pulled her shorts down, and confirmed that she wasn’t wearing panties.

“Condom?” I asked, holding one up.

“No. I need to feel all of you. I have an IUD.” She said, tugging my shorts down. My cock sprang free, which she grabbed and started rubbing up and down her hairy slit. Finally, she pushed me inside of her.

“Fuck!” We both moaned in unison.

I slowly began to rock my hips in and out of her, feeling the heat radiating from her. Her hands scratched up and down my back, and our moans and panting filled the house. I interlaced our fingers, and put her hands above her head, beginning to move faster.

“How do I feel?” She asked breathlessly.

“So damn good, Rosie. You feel amazing.”

“Fuck! So do you. You… you don’t have to be gentle.”

I looked down at her, and she smiled, her eyes half open as I thrusted.

Well, she asked for it.

I began to increase my speed, causing my balls to slap heavily against her with each thrust. One hand went to her breast, where I pinched and tugged on her nipple as I frantically hammered inside her. I expected that this would drive her wild, but more than anything it accelerated my own orgasm.

“Oh, Rosie! You’re going to make me cum!” I groaned as I felt myself about to burst.

“Inside me!” She pleaded.

I erupted, burying myself deeper than ever before. This caused her own orgasm, and we both shuddered and panted as we came together.

After I was spent, I collapsed on top of her, and she rubbed my back. I softened inside of her, which she later said was one of the most intimate feelings she’s ever had. We lay there together, softly stroking each other’s bodies and talking until we thought I needed to leave before her roommates got back from bible study.

Through Young Life, Rosie and I saw each other almost every day. We’d glance at each other from time to time during meetings or prayers and smile mischievously, thinking of the same thing.

We hooked up many more times after that day. Young Life has a rule that says that leaders shouldn’t drive high schoolers of the opposite sex to or from club events, so if we needed to get a few kids to the same area, Rosie would often hop in the car with me. Once they were all dropped off, we’d park somewhere secluded and have our way with each other.

Young Life also has some pretty awesome summer camps. We were there with our team for a week, and during some of the free time, we’d sneak off into the woods or a store room and fuck. There are few things hotter in the world than having a speaker tell people about Jesus while the woman next to you has your cum inside her.

Thanks for reading!

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