I (F18) got touched by my pastor (M27)

Long story, sorry
Also most names and such have been changed.

Okay so, I live in a mid-sized town in Kansas with, a mostly Christian population. I’ve always been a good (Christian) girl, I go to church three times a week, twice on Sunday and every Wednesday Night.
Wednesdays we had youth group, but I recently switched over to the “Christ in College” class for older kids. (I guess kids isn’t the right word, but I still feel like and call myself one so I’ll use it)

For some context, I’m 18 as of April, very petite about 5’5 with long black hair, and very pale skin.
My eyes are blueish grey (depending on the light).
I’m also a B cup, but I sometimes don’t wear bras or bralettes. (Remember this)

The class is about 25 people, most of whom I know and see at church all the time. I joined with 3 others a few weeks ago when school started back up.

I normally keep to myself, but when I joined the new class with some new faces and people who didn’t have an already made opinion of me, I wanted to make more of myself.
I started dressing up for the Wednesday classes, wearing makeup, and talking more.
It felt good.
Wednesday I wore a red sweater (it’s always cold in the Church), knee length white skirt, white pantyhose, brown boots, and a black belt around the waist.

Class is normally three parts; a game, food, then reading/a lesson.
Each part is normally a half hour, and after the lesson is over some of us stay around and just play games and hang out.
Well, the game was mad house dodge ball.
A constant-motion never-ending game with two teams.

My team lost, but it was still fun.
I’m very competitive tho, and I played hard.
By the time it was over and we were all in line for food I was tired and mildly sweaty.
Our leader (Pastor Matt), began his lesson while we were eating. The whole time one kid (named Bryson) kept looking at me, and it was obvious where he was looking.
I looked down and to my horror, I had boob sweat. It wasn’t bad, just two dark spots under my bust. But it was there, clear as day. And worse, my nipples were also showing through my sweater, again not crazy bad, but evident nonetheless.

I was so embarrassed, I just melted into my seat and fiddled with my skirt making sure it was appropriate.
The lesson flew by, but I hardly got any of it.
After it was over I went to a friend of mine (Bri) and asked her to text me her notes later.
She was(is) always so organized I knew I’d get something good from her.
While talking to her I see Bryson out of the corner of my eye, still staring at me.
He comes up as soon as I’m done to tell me that “I need to wear a bra”, and that I was “taking his eyes off God.”
I was amazed at his guts, but knew in my heart he was right.

I went to find Matt just before leaving to quickly apologize and tell him it was a good lesson.
He was in the kitchen cleaning up so I asked if he needed help, he said yes and that he was meaning to talk to me about something anyways.
My heart sank.
I felt I knew what he was gonna say before he even said it.
But his words surprised me, he asked if I was “wearing panties?”
My mind went blank but then I told him honestly, “No, just my pantyhose”
He smiled and said “And that’s normal Violet, most women don’t wear underwear with pantyhose, and that’s okay…
It’s the same with your bra,
If there’s a verse in the Bible about needing to wear a bra I sure haven’t seen it”
I was stunned and just stood in silence saying nothing.
“Here, come here,” He said as he was waving his arms over for a hug.

I was so confused, how did he know to say that? Was he right? What should I do?
I felt so lost, I just went up to him and hugged him.
As he was holding me close I closed my eyes and relaxed.
He smelled nice.
His big arms keeping me safe, I’d never felt that way except with my dad.

All of a sudden he moved his hand up from my back up to my neck, he traces a line down my back and then up again before putting his hand under my neck. Lifting my head to his, I open my eyes and smile.
“God made you a woman of amazing beauty, I’ll worship you as I would all his perfect creation.”
As he finishes that thought, his other hand finds my breast and pinches my nipple through my shirt.

The touch was electric, I gasped. It felt good, but I knew it was wrong.
I started to back away, but he still had a hand on my neck.
He squeezed and moved his other hand around my back, pulling me into him.
My breath was caught in my throat.
He smiled and whispered into my ear, “God rewards his people right?”
“Y-yy-ye-es,” I said catching more of my breath as he loosed his grip slightly, I was starting to cry.
“Would you dare deprive me of His reward?” He asked.
I shook my head no.
He smiled again and kissed the top of my head, “good girl”
The feeling I had was so intense, but I felt good despite my confusion.
I smiled and wiped my tears with my sleeve.
I was feeling heat all over my body.

He pulled away and told me to stay there then left out into the rest of the church.
I was left there thinking over what I wanted to do, over what just happened.
It was a lot, but I decided he was right, I was going to reward him.
The thought made me laugh as I came up with a plan, it felt so naughty.
I went behind the counter and took off my boots, pantyhose, and belt.
The lights in the other rooms were turning off through the doorway.
He came back shortly and said he locked the doors and everyone was gone now.
I smirked and looked him in the eyes. Just before I started with my plan he asked “are you sure you want to do this V?”
Stepping from behind the counter holding my pantyhose I told him, “yes”

All things considered, I was still very modest at the moment. My womanhood was warm and damp, and I was feeling the need to be touched, filled, and embraced.
But all Matt saw was a petite teen girl with runny makeup forcing a smile as she held her freshly worn pantyhose.
My body was mostly hidden from him as I still had on the sweater and skirt.
He was slow to remedy that.

The first thing he did was grab the garment from my hand, he brought them up to his nose and inhaled deeply.
A moan escaped him. I giggled and grabbed his hand, lifting it to my breast.
He took it into his hand greedily, groping and feeling my chest. He was rubbing me all over, pulling me close, and squeezing my butt with my chest pressed into his.
I gasped and moaned as he felt me.
I kissed his neck/chest and wished I was taller so I could reach his face.
He reached up under my skirt and touched my slit lightly.
It was on fire, I moaned more and started to cry again.
It was all so much, moving so fast.
I think I came, my breaths were hard, heavy, and fast.

But then the worst happened.
My phone rang and based on the tone, I knew who it was.
My dad…

End of pt1,
That all happened Wednesday, and some more happened after that, and again today (Friday)
We plan to meet again Sunday, if y’all like I’ll share more.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xsh86o/i_f18_got_touched_by_my_pastor_m27