I grew up in a small southern town, and spent every Sunday morning sitting in the pews at church while my daddy preached to his congregation.
I developed early and had an insane appetite, so I started acting out.
I used to hook up with the local boys on the football team and let them use me for a good time.
One Sunday the summer before college, I was sitting in the back of the church with my two guy friends on either side of me. We had been outside drinking behind the chapel beforehand and I was starting to get a little frisky. While my dad was talking about some dumb verse I’d heard a million times, I slowly opened my legs and pulled my dress up my thighs.
My crush at the time was sitting to my left and he looked down and smirked at me, sliding his fingers in between my legs.
I put my head back against the pew and closed my eyes, trying not to make any noise. Honestly, my daddy was usually so busy trying to save everybody he rarely even looked at me.