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The Bible says we should flee from sexual immorality. Every other sin you can commit is outside the body, but anyone who sins sexually is sinning against their own body.
I don't know if I can explain how penetrative this is. It's a profound statement meant to strike straight to the core of any who care express their carnal sins. You can't ignore it. This isn't just about resisting temptation. We shouldn't simply resist sexual immorality, we should flee from it, run fast, fly away from the mere suggestion of…
Which, you know, is a great idea if you're thinking straight. I don't know what kind of thinking I'm doing right now. We're working on some penetrative concepts, but they aren't the kind I mentioned before. I think we're about to get to that, but before we do let's take a half step backwards for a second.
“Please?” Maddy says to me, looking deep into my eyes.
We're kissing, or we've been kissing. My mind is a mess of fog and emotion. It's kind of like the opposite of that whole “the mind is willing but the body is weak” statement if you know what I mean. My body is absolutely enthralled with the situation at hand, and my mind is struggling to fight, attempting to flee, and yet…
I don't even know what Maddy's asking me. I do, and I don't. I've been trying to speak for the last twenty minutes, but my mind refuses to give my tongue any words to say.
We can't. We shouldn't. I don't think this is a good idea.
I want to. I need you. Your lips are the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced.
And the way she looks at me? Fuck. I'm done. I've fallen. I'm in too deep, I've gone too far, and nothing can pull me out now. Maddy could have. I would have stopped. Honestly, I never would have started. It's just…
The way she touches me. It's simple, small, slight touches. Her breasts grazing against my arm, or her cheek nuzzling my shoulder. It shouldn't be erotic, but it's the sexiest thing I've ever experienced. I feel like I've just discovered what it's like to make love with someone's soul. It sounds nice, but I'm not sure God's going to forgive me for this one. We're wandering into literal virgin territory here, and I'm pretty sure if one single thing in my entire life is the reason for me going to Hell, this is it.
Or it's about to be it. I haven't done anything yet, but I'm not about to stop, either.
I stand and look down at Maddy. She pouts at me, daintily nibbling on her bottom lip. Quick, with no regard to what I'm doing or where we are, I bend down and scoop her into my arms. She squeaks, arms and legs flailing for a second. I hold her close, kiss her softly, and she settles down.
Her arms wrap around my neck, clinging to me. Slow, deliberate, I carry her out of our living room and to the stairs. We climb them, step by step, our lips brushing together every second of the way.
That's the problem with all of this. It's not fast or frantic. This isn't some relentless one night stand. We haven't gone temporarily insane with lust. I mean, we might have gone temporarily insane, but we aren't hurrying. There is no rush. This isn't anything like the times I had sex in college.
You'd think that since I haven't had sex in… well, it's been a long time. You'd think I'd be eager, right? I don't even know how to describe how patient and calm I feel right now. It's like the entire world has slowed down, maybe it's even stopped, and it's only Maddy and I, just the two of us, and nothing else in existence matters.
Light shines through me. This makes no sense, but right now I feel blessed. Deep down I know I shouldn't feel this way. I'm carrying Maddy up the stairs and bringing her to my bed. We aren't married. We've never even dated. We've literally never even talked about dating. I know that whole thing with her confession happened this morning, but that's the first time I've ever heard of anything like that with Maddy. For all I know it's the only time, the first and the last, full stop, nothing else.
My bedroom door is open, the bed clean and neat. I haven't been here in almost a year now. Last summer break. We have a week off for spring and winter break, but I tried to be good, offered to volunteer at a local homeless shelter. I want to tell you that I did it for purely selfless reasons, but part of the reason I decided to volunteer instead of coming home was because of Maddy.
It's too hard. I look at her and it's like looking at the embodiment of angelic divinity. I yearn for her. Or I yearned for her. Right now I have her. She's mine. She's here.
I lay her on my bed. We're still wearing clothes. We're safe. We're–
“I need you, Declan,” Maddy says, her voice soft, but sure. “I don't know how to describe it. Whenever you're touching me… whenever I'm touching you… it's when we touch, and I feel… I feel it. Do you feel it, too?”
I nod and swallow hard. It feels like a rock sinks down my throat and into my chest. My heart aches, beating over and over again, pounding against my ribcage. I stare down at Maddy as she lays there, perfect and pristine.
“Maddy, I want you,” I tell her, but it's not enough, the words aren't strong enough. “I need you. I feel it. Can I? Please?”
I reach out and tug at the hem of her shirt. She smiles at me, nymphly sweet. It's coy and cute all at once. It's like she knows exactly how to do what we're doing even though we've never done it before. Not together, not separate, not…
I know that's not entirely true. It is, though. I've done something before, but I've never done anything like this.
She sits on my bed while I lift her shirt up and over her head. Slow and delicate, she stands a little and then unbuttons and unzips her pants. They fall to the floor, a sheet of perfect cloth, and she steps out of them nimbly. Once she's half naked, she comes to me and helps me do to the same.
Her hands graze across my stomach, my abs tensing at her touch. She lifts my shift up, pulling it off of me. Her small fingers undo the button of my pants, then unzip them, and she lets them fall to the floor. I step out of them, step close to her, and we touch again in a different way.
Now, close to naked, our bodies heat each other to the core. My abs tighten, pressing against her soft stomach. Her hands tremble as she runs her fingers up and down my arms. Even our toes curl despite barely touching.
“Is this alright?” I ask her, reaching around and unsnapping the clasp of her bra.
She answers me by slipping the straps down her shoulders and letting the entire thing float to the ground.
And then, “Yes,” she says, smiling up at me and standing on tiptoes to give me a kiss. “This, too?” she asks.
Pressing her fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs, she kneels in front of me, pulling them all the way down. I stand there, the first one to be fully naked. I take her hands as she stares at the throbbing shaft between my legs, her attention captivated.
Gentle, I lift her up. I push her back onto my bed before I kneel in front of her and drag her panties down her legs. We're both naked now, fully and completely. Maddy glistens in the starlight, the wetness between her thighs absolutely shining.
“Declan,” she says, whimpering slightly. “I… I'm… I haven't…”
“I know,” I say, pressing a finger to her lips.
She kisses the tip softly, lightly sucking it into her mouth. I close my eyes and I feel an awareness that I've never felt before. It's like we're perfectly in tune with each other right now. I don't know how, I never thought it was possible, but I'm almost positive that if Maddy took the entirety of my finger in her mouth, it'd be like she was giving me a blowjob. I could cum from that and that alone.
I pull my hand away, shivering. She looks up at me, her eyes wide and begging, and I shiver again. When I lift her legs onto the bed, she slides over, making room for me. I join her, but not quite next to her. No, I climb atop her, my body looming over hers. My cock slaps against her belly and she giggles and smiles at me.
When we look into each other's eyes, it's like coming face to face with everything I've ever wanted, perfection, an angel and a gift from God.
Which, so… I don't want to get too flowery here. But then, I do. I want flowers. I want hearts and flowers and romance and Maddy. I've wanted it since… I don't know… a long time. Ten years or more. I've wanted it since the first time I ever saw her wearing one of her pretty dresses in elementary school, and then when she started to become more of a woman in middle school and high school, and after we graduated when she somehow turned into an angel to me, and…
I still want her. I know I can't have her. That's what I told myself. And I probably shouldn't have her. Especially not like this. Maybe if we figured out a way to date, if we liked each other, if we discovered we loved each other. And then marriage. Which isn't exactly something a priest usually does. I'm going to seminary, aren't I? Yes, and for some reason I can barely even remember it. The only thing on my mind is Maddy, her touch, and how perfect everything feels.
“Is it going to hurt?” she asks me, her brow wrinkling in worry.
“I don't want it to,” I tell her. “What do you want me to do?”
“Can you go slow? Is that alright?”
“Like this?” I ask.
I slide low, spreading her legs with the palm of one hand. I glide my fingers up her inner thigh, making her squirm and laugh.
“Are you ticklish?” I ask, grinning.
“Declan!” she squeals. “Declan! Please, please… ohhhh…”
That last part comes when I slide my fingers up and down her arousal-slick lips. I kiss her up above, while my fingers kiss her wetness below. Easy and slow, I tease her slit, sliding from the very bottom, all the way up to her clit, circling slightly, and then back down again.
When she forgets how to kiss, her eyes closed, lips just sort of open in wonder, I reach for my shaft. I wrap my fingers tight around my cock and then I slide the head up and down her slit. She relaxes when I go low, and then bucks her hips up when I go high, my cock stroking her sensitive little pearl.
Slow, slower than slow, I ease my way inside her. Just the tip, nothing more. She scrunches her eyes shut, wrinkling her nose. Her lips purse against mine and I stay like that, gently kissing her.
“Does that hurt?” I ask.
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “It's just… can you do more?”
“More?” I ask, pushing a little more inside her.
Now it's my shaft. The head of my cock and some of my shaft. I slide into her easily, her arousal coating my cock and making all of this gloriously simple. I pull out slightly, then push back in. In and out, letting her feel me, feel the sensation of me being inside her, of us being together.
“More,” she whispers.
I thrust in until she's taken half of my cock.
“I like it,” she says, kissing my lips, holding onto my arms with tight fingers. “More, Declan…”
I go more. Three-quarters of the way. She opens her mouth to say more again, but I'm already there. I bottom out inside her, my cock fully sheathed in her pussy, my balls pressed tight against her core. She lets out the most contented sigh I've ever heard, her satisfied moan rumbling through every inch of me. I tremble at the feeling and the sound.
My cock trembles and twitches, too. She gasps and clenches back against me, hard. I tense more, my shaft throbbing, and she squeezes, gripping me tight. We stay like that, neither of us really moving, our bodies working together to build up our pleasure and our passion.
I grind against her. Not in and out this time, but up and down. With my cock fully inside her, I slide my hips up and down so that my lower stomach presses tight to her clit. She moves with me, matching my rhythm, our bodies working in unison.
“Declan, I… I feel… I feel something…” she mumbles to me. “I don't, um… I'm not…”
“Shh,” I say, kissing her. “Feel it. Let it go, Maddy. Don't worry.”
“It's getting tighter,” she says, her eyes glossy and glazed as she looks at me. “Can you feel it?”
She tenses, her entire body tightening. Her fingers wrap tight around my arms as her stomach flexes hard, and her inner depths clench and squeeze against my shaft. I keep rocking, keep grinding, rubbing and teasing her clit while we make love like this.
“Oh,” she says, her eyes snapping open and then closed. “Ohh, ohhhhh!”
Everything stops. Time, the universe, everything. Everything except Maddy. She pauses for a second, and then shudders, her entire body spasming. She shakes and writhes under me while I grind and rock against her, my cock fully inside her. Her orgasm blazes through her, an unquenchable desire, a need for more and more.
I slow down a little, letting her savor every aching feeling while I savor the ache of my cock inside her. I don't even know if I can move in and out of her anymore. She's holding me so tight that I feel like we might be trapped together like this forever.
“That was–” she starts to say.
I rock a little faster. I just meant to tease her, playful and nice, you know? Except her eyes roll into the back of her head and she reaches for my hips, pulling me close to her. I rock and grind like I did before, the same speed, same pace, but then I go faster at her urging, her hands guiding me towards perfection.
She doesn't say anything this time, just holds me. Her pussy clenches against my throbbing cock and a second, unexpected orgasm slams into her body.
I keep going this time, no slowing down, no stopping. We aren't exactly going hard here. There's no intensity beyond our natural connection, no roughness whatsoever. Maddy and I make love on my bed, gentle and nice, our souls connecting in a way I never thought possible. I didn't even know something like this existed, didn't know it was an experience a mortal man could attain.
This should probably be a clue. I should probably realize that this makes the fruit especially forbidden. I'm a little lost in the moment right now, though. I'm not thinking straight. I'm not…
Let's stop talking about what I'm not doing and go with what I am doing.
“Oh, wow, I… it's…” Maddy tries to say, attempting to put words to what's happening.
Again. She spasms in orgasm another time, except she didn't even really stop after the second time. She keeps going, unending joy, the results of our passion.
I'm done for, too. I can't hold on, can't stop. Maddy squeezes me, inside and out. My cock flexes and throbs, thicker and harder, until every ounce of my essence pours through her. I cum deep inside her, jet after pure white jet of my seed mixing with her wet arousal and her ecstasy. She lets out a loud gasp, a final moan, as the revelation of what's happening hits her.
Her orgasm slows, eventually coming to a stop. Mine does, too. I don't know how many pulses, how many jets of my cum went splashing inside her, but eventually I'm done. We lay there, a heaping, sweaty wreck, our bodies sticky and our souls feeling exhausted and sweet. I kiss her lips and her forehead, brushing away a stray mess of her hair so I can kiss her more definitely. She kisses me back, her eyes closed, too tired to open them.
We lay like that until both of us tries to say something.
I'm not sure what she says, and I don't know what I say either. I'm not even sure what's going on anymore except that I think something holy just happened. I probably shouldn't say that. I'm not really thinking right at the moment. I don't know what it is, but something feels…
Something. Yeah, something feels something. That's the best way I can describe it right now.
I close my eyes and drift off to sleep while I'm still inside her. I roll on my side, but Maddy follows me, both of us laying face to face, our bodies tight together. She's asleep, too. I don't know how we stay sleeping like that, or at least how long we do, but somehow it feels cozy and perfect and wonderful.
I'm completely fucked when I wake up tomorrow morning, aren't I?
So… this is a little different from just dreaming about it… uh oh…
And Father Patch is gone, so I'm not sure they're going to be able to deal with this the way they think they should, at least not at first. And what about their parents? And there's more, but you're going to have to wait until the next morning to find out that one! I'll do the morning after next week, haha. I'm excited, since it kind of reveals more, and it gets awkward and crazy.
I think Maddy and Declan will be alright, though. Hopefully. We'll find out soon…
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