HIS words or his words

Being raised in a church family embedded me to have high morals and values. I found my first boyfriend in church. I knew his family and his family knew mines. I needed someone for my high school dinner dance. My grandmother told me to ask him, he was the only cute one in the church and I didn’t like anyone around my neighborhood. As I took my grandmother decision into consideration, I decided to make him my final decision.

That night was a memorable moment. When his father dropped me off at my house, he politely walked me to my door. He started kissing on me and I started kissing on him. Oh, he can kiss so well. I feel like I’m in heaven right now. I had on a dark blue silk dress that came down to my feet (like a wedding gown). He started kissing on my neck, feeling on my booty, and then he made a bold move and placed his index finger and his middle on my clit. Having my clit felt has never happened to me before. (Ladies, you know what I’m about when that first brother actually moisturizes your clit that no one else have been) While massaging my clit, he dropped to his knees. When I looked down he was under my gown. Feeling on inner thighs made me wetter than before. Out of nowhere I hear his father blowing the car horn. Damn. Not right now. I always wanted to feel how it is to be eaten out. All the girls in school always talk about it, some say it better than sex, others say different. But tonight, is my chance to cross out the head part! He kisses on my knees and starts kissing higher to my inner thighs. He just kissed my panties where my clit is. I’m glad my mom is sleep in the back room because these kisses are making me moan louder and louder! His father is blowing the horn again! He pulls down my panties very slowly to my ankles. He kisses me on the ankles. “I have to leave.” All I can do is put my head up and say to myself, are you serious. I told him “You were right there.” “I will be back for that in the future.”

As time when on, I stayed involved in my church home as well as seeing Patrick. We sanged in the choir and was on the praise team. The more we got older, the mature we acted towards each other. He had his past girlfriends come visit the church a few times just to see me. The funny thing about that was that Patrick always introduced me to his girlfriends. Patrick and I had a good friend/off and on relationship going on. Whenever he had female problems, he would call me up or text me or visit me for my advice. I couldn’t be jealous so I had to move on as well. Patrick have met the men I was dealing with when we were around each other, he gave me his opinion on them. Some of the men Patrick stated that he was a good look for me, but what he didn’t realize was that he was a good look for me. Patrick and I went out a few times, but we stated that “If it’s meant to be it’s meant to be”. One night I got a phone call at 1:38 in the morning while I was cuddling up with my man, Chris. Chris knew about Patrick and how close we were towards each other. Patrick is like my favorite best male friend. We share everything with each other, from the bible questions to family, to sexually need and outcomes. Chris looked at my phone and said your brother is calling you. I sat up and answered it. “Hello, Pat, do you have any idea what time it is?” “We need to talk ASAP.” “What is wrong?” “Are you free?” “I can be.” “Meet me in five min at Redding Park.” “I’m on my way.” I told Chris that I had to leave and see what is going on with Pat. I told him I was coming back and I will just use my key to get in. Ten minutes later, I met with Patrick. “You would not believe what I’ve seen when I walked into the house. I saw Crystal fucking another man in our bed.”