I grew up a very good church girl. I sang in services, helped with Sunday school, led a Bible study, and spent two years at Bible college.
My biggest sin and shame was my rampant sexuality. I had kept my virginity, but masturbated multiple times a day, the porn I watched becoming more and more perverted, and my fantasies even more so.
At 24, I began questioning my faith, and in a late night text chat with a lifelong friend, I discovered that she was as sexually depraved as I was, and much more experienced.
The next night we had an overnight youth event in the church, and Hayley and I could not stop stealing glances across the room at one another. My heart raced for hours, my face flushed, my clit pulsing beneath my soaked panties.
Early in the morning, we passed each other in the hallway. Without saying a word, she took my hand and led me downstairs into a side room. No sooner than the door was closed behind us, she had me pressed against it, lips moving frantically against mine. My fingers shook as I wrapped my fingers around her waist and pressed our desperate cunts together.