Some Overwhel[m]ingly In[f]idelity | 2016

When I was almost done high school I was dating a girl named Casey. Casey and I were both Christians. Celibate of course. Before her and I dated, I was in a relationship with a girl whom I was having sex with. We were both minors at the time. Just sharing that part so it's known that I wasn't a virgin entering the Christian relationship. Casey and I had a bit of struggle agreeing on what was okay and not okay to do together in the relationship. She made it very clear that she wouldn't go any further than making out. I was okay with this but started to get frustrated when she started telling me her concerns about us maybe making out too much.

I had a woman friend named Wilma who was sort of my Christian mentor. Virgin. She was 24 to my 18. Blonde hair, blue eyes, average body build with small tits and a nice ass. We hung out all the time. Any given day, any time. Talked on the phone just the same. Wilma was in a relationship with a guy for four years. They were happy on the cover, but open them up and there were pages of problems.

My friendship with Wilma was completely platonic until one night I got a peek down her shirt when she was bending over. She called me out on it but I denied it. From there it was a crawl with us. Tickle fights that had us slowly inching closer to private areas. Massages that were becoming more sensual than anything. We got to a point where we were grabbing each other "accidentally". We were on the same page without any words.

Our first proper sexual experience was with all clothes on. Loads of groping and making out. We were in my parents basement on the couch. She was great at kissing. Her tongue was so nimble. It made up for her thin lips. Swapping saliva feels even better when it really shouldn't be happening. I was laying on top of her with a raging hard on. I couldn't help but start grinding back and forth on her. I could feel through our jeans that she was throbbing. Pulsating on my cock. Back and forth. Back and forth. We were almost panting at how hard we were going. Her inexperience seemed nil. Instinct took over. Pumping and pumping. It felt like my dick was about to burst through my jeans. Burst? Yes, I could feel a burst coming soon. My dick was rubbing against my boxers in such a way that the sensation was unbearable. Pushing and pushing and explode. I creamed my jeans from dry sex. I never had that happen before. It was an amazing experience that was so wrong.

This was only the first experience between our two year affair together. That night was so unforgettable yet so small compared to the many, many other times we shared together.