It was Sunday again, and my cock was hard in my hand again. As the water showered down over me, I stroked hard, but this time I wasn’t fueled by fantasy, I was fueled by memory. By actual, lived experience.
Eyes closed tightly, I pictured the events of Friday’s post-prom party. I saw Rachel’s plump breasts, nipples hard, rising up and down with each ragged, lusty breath. I felt her wet pussy on my fingers as she orgasmed. I felt her hands run up and down my cock. I saw the hunger on her face as she stroked me…
I jerked faster, my balls tensing as I pictured her fat tits with a hot jet stream of my cum splashed across them; a white, sticky rope of pleasure snapped across perfect, heaving globes.
I grunted out a long-held breath and shot my cum into the shower.
Pressure released, at least for the moment. I let the warm water cascade over me as I reflected once again on what happened afterward–after Rachel, the girl I knew from church, made me cum with her hands.
“Ew, gross” she had said. Not exactly the most flattering thing to hear after you’ve just shot your load. It’s not like I was expecting her to thank me for such a wonderful gift or something, but we had just done something pretty intimate together, and the first thing that entered her mind was “Ew, gross.”
I mean, obviously it WAS gross–I had just shot a bodily fluid onto her hands and chest–but what we had done was also kind of magical, wasn’t it? My mind wandered to Steph’s mom Sandy…to Tara. Sandy seemed to revel in it when that mystery man painted her face and body with his cum; his orgasm seemed to turn her on even more than she already was! And Tara…when I jerked off for Tara, I had put myself in the most vulnerable position imaginable, and when I shot my cum into the air she said it was “Awesome.”
“Ew, gross,” flitted across my mind again.
I knew sex was different with people you care about…maybe Rachel just didn’t care about me. But then again, could I really say I cared about Rachel?
Why did I feel so bad about what happened with Steph? Did I…care about her?
My mind ping-ponged between my screw up with Steph and the sour ending to my first true sexual experience with Rachel. I left the house ready to head to church, and as I fumbled with my car keys I heard a voice from behind me.
“Hey, how’d it go the other night?” it called through deep, panting breaths. It was Sarah, the girl next door, the girl of my dreams, and she was breathing heavily from the run she just returned from. Long fiery hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, her pale cheeks and chest stained red from exertion. Deep breaths raised and dropped two large breasts tucked firmly in a blue sports bra.
“It went…” I paused, as “ew, gross” snapped across my mind once again. “…it was fun,” I finally answered. It honestly wasn’t a lie, but the truth also wasn’t as simple as a single answer.
“What about you–how’d your friend do on that test?” I inquired, fishing for info about Steph and the test she and I worked so hard to prepare her for.
“She did really well,” Sarah said, extending her leg out, placing her foot on her front step. Bending over to stretch, the skin tight black leggings she wore left no curve of hers to the imagination. “We did plenty of celebrating,” She smiled.
Traditionally that smile alone was enough to cause a stirring in my loins, but today, backed by my own mental images of what that celebration might have looked like, images of Steph’s face tucked deep between Sarah’s legs, licking her toward orgasmic release, my dick started to surge.
“So are you and this girl like a thing now?” She inquired. The question was an odd one. I wasn’t quite sure why she was taking such an interest in me, or my love life, at all, and definitely unsure as to why now. I puzzled it over as I watched her body twist, her back muscles firing as she stretched.
God, she had a great body. You’d never have guessed based on the figure-hiding ensembles she generally wore to school. At school she hid her breasts, she hid her hips, but here she was comfortable.
“Nah, just…friends,” I offered up, not even really sure where Rachel and I stood at this point
“That’s good,” Sarah said, mid stretch.
“What? Why?” I said, feeling almost offended.
“Just…you know…” she almost choked out, scrambling a bit, “no one to be jealous of your other prom date, that’s all!”
“ah…I see…” I said, feigning understanding. Checking the time, I saw I was late.
We exchanged our pleasantries and I dropped into my car. I watched her ponytail and pert ass bounce as she hopped up the stairs into her house.
At church, my mind was on anything but the sermon.
I thought about the conversation. What an odd thing for Sarah to say. Who would be jealous? Was SHE jealous? Was Sarah secretly into me?
My mind then drifted to Rachel–I was happy she wasn’t there this week. I don’t know if I’d have been able to keep it out of my mind that the hands she raised in worship had so recently been wrapped around my hard cock, had so recently been covered in my jizz.
I thought about Steph.
After the service, as the mingling began, I was greeted as always by a big smile and a hug from Christine, the pastor’s daughter. The smile faded slightly though, and she pushed for us to take our weekly post-church car ride sooner, rather than later.
Agreeing, I headed over to say bye to my step mom Kelly, when I was surprised to see her chatting with Steph’s parents, Sandy and Don! I hadn’t seen them during the service, and I greeted them happily, doing my best not to stare at Sandy’s large, mature breasts, presently clothed in a tight, white, top.
“We miss you around the house!” Sandy said cheerily. I knew she meant helping out Steph, but my mind immediately went to a vision of her, on her knees, sucking a huge cock that didn’t belong to her husband.
“Yeah, we’ll have to have you cat sit when Steph’s off at school with Alex,” offered Don.
Off to school with Alex. Steph passed her test. I smiled. I was happy, but it was bittersweet. I realized that I would be sad when she was gone. I liked hanging out with her. I liked…her.
I liked Steph.
“Oh how rude of me,” Kelly said, turning attention to another person in their small conversation circle. My gaze clicked over to the man standing next to Don. My eyes went wide.
“Brian, this is my step-son Tim, Tim, this is Brian.”
“Great to meet you, Tim,” the man said, extending out his hand. A hand I had seen before, gently cupping Sandy’s face as she stroked his cum into her mouth. It was the mystery third man. A man named Brian.
“Nice to meet you as well,” I choked out.
“The four of us are going out for lunch, so I’ll see you when you get home?” Kelly offered. Was this a double date? Were they trying to set my step-mom up with Brian, the guy with the big cock who covered Sandy in jizz while Don videoed it? Kelly hadn’t been on a single date in the years since my dad died, so maybe it would do her some good to meet someone new, but at the same time…what was she getting into?
I said my goodbyes, and caught up with Christine. We headed off in my car. We got french fries. We talked casually about nothing in particular, and it wasn’t until the second round of fries that we got into the heart of what was bothering her.
“So I did it,” she finally said, stirring a fry mindlessly in her cup of ketchup, “I broke up with Eric.”
“Oh wow,” I said, in legitimate disbelief. Christine and Eric had been attached at the hip for as long as I could remember, but the pressure of being the pastor’s daughter with the atheist boyfriend, and the teenage hormones constantly tempting her with sins of the flesh, seemed to have been too much. She decided to tread the more Godly path, I guess.
“It just made sense. We’re going to different schools, we want different things…I want different things…” her eyes drifted off to a far away place. “…it’s just better to make a clean break now.”
“I’m really sorry to hear that,” I said, and it was honestly the truth. She had made a hard decision, one that was a drastic life change for an eighteen year old. But even still, the timing seemed odd. “What about the prom? Are you guys still going together?”
“No, we decided something like that would be too…difficult for us…” she mused. Her eyes drifted off again, and the tip of her tongue rolled slowly around her soda straw.
My cock twitched.
“It’s funny, I’m actually going to be going to YOUR prom,” she suddenly said, snapping back to reality, “I’m friends with Bobby Dorf, and he didn’t have a date yet, so I’m going to his, and he’s going to mine.”
Things suddenly started to make sense. Bobby Dorf was a nice enough guy, an honors student with a good GPA, and he was also a pretty strict Christian himself. Never drank, never did drugs, never saw him with a girl, Christine had picked the safest person imaginable to go to the prom with–someone who under no circumstances would light the repressed fire of lust inside her the way Eric did. She knew that with Bobby, the only time she’d spend on her knees would be praying, whereas with Eric there’s a good chance she’d be on her knees praying for him to fuck her harder.
“That makes sense to me, ” I said. Bobby had hit the jackpot, getting a girl as gorgeous as Christine to go to prom with him. Any other guy would have been dying to spend some alone time with a girl like her, but I honestly couldn’t picture Bobby and Christine doing much more than sitting quietly playing a board game or something. “I’m sure you’ll still have fun.”
I found her inner conflict interesting, and her self control admirable. Now, more than ever, I wanted to know to what extent she had been willing to push her boundaries, what caveats she was willing to place on her chastity.
Heading back from the bathroom, I looked over at her leaning on the hood of my car, setting sun casting her with a bright glow. I looked at this gorgeous girl with long brown hair who wore an oversized sweatshirt that hid her curves, but also jean short-shorts that accented her toned ass and showed off her fit legs to the world. The preacher’s daughter who wanted to follow in the footsteps of the Lord, but who also clearly wanted to fuck. I chuckled. Whoever the guy was who got her to reconcile those two warring halves would truly be a lucky man.