A little background history before this story starts (Story starts in next paragraph): I (F) and my boyfriend, Jake (M) have been dating for about 2 years and roughly 10-11 months. This summer is going to be our 3 year anniversary. We’re a church couple, so we have always been told to be lowkey about our relationship while at church. But really, behind the closed doors, we’re crazy about each other. We use every chance we get to touch and feel each other and really, I lust for and crave his touch. Our sexual relationship was first kindled one day when we decided to sneak away from the chapel of our church to make out in a room upstairs. That was the first time he ever fingered me and the first time I’ve ever experienced that. Anyways, let’s save that story for a later time. But for now, we just got out of a long year of quarantine without seeing each other at all. We knew we needed to touch each other and when we were able to meet again, we started experimenting with our sexual relationship again. Leading up to the moment, my boyfriend and I texted each other, planning out how we would sneak away so that I could give him a sloppy, sloppy blowjob.