Disclaimer: *All teen characters are eighteen years old, over the age of consent.*
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It all started out so innocently as my girl Edna and I were in the midst of some ill- advised sexual experimentation when we'd been caught by one of the church elders and outed to Pastor Grey. We were kissing, no tongue or anything when Sister Jacobs popped up in front of us. You'd think I was assaulting the girl from the older woman's reaction as she grabbed both of our wrists dragging us to the pastor's office while he as in the midst of a business call. Edna, my girlfriend for all of three weeks after much lobbying and begging was mortified wondering if her mother would either beat her to death or send her to foster care for the indiscretion. I was a little more defiant and possessed of a higher tolerance for pain should corporal punishment be introduced. We were supposed to be cleaning the bible study classroom when I'd become a little friskier than intended. I couldn't help myself being a red blooded eighteen years young male. Edna was moderately attractive with a peanut butter complexion and a smattering of freckles across her slightly pug nose and rounded cheeks. She liked to keep her hair tightly wound into two small tapered pig tails. I guess you'd have to say that she was somewhere between fat and skinny with well pronounced hips that screamed for attention. Her wide, semi-flat butt was thick and defiant to the touch. I liked to refer to her defining attribute as a rock booty.
We were cleaning and organizing a small narrow closet when my proximity to said booty got the better of me. I'd bumped into her butt with my slowly inflating tumescence until she balked at my continuous claims that it was all an accident. A mini-fight ensued with me half begging for some attention when Edna groaned loudly turning her rear end in my direction. Like I mentioned before, she had this kind of rock solid ass that defied my attempts to grope it properly. Frustration set in as I desperately grabbed her hips digging my hands into her pockets in this mad attempt to touch her thighs. My hips moved of their own accord slapping up against her rear end with this loud clap. Edna comically protested and roasted me for being "seriously thirsty" but I didn't really hear much of it, focused as I was on grinding against her butt. She acquiesced, perhaps acknowledging her own prurient interest bumping back against my erection which was threatening to peek out of the top of my jeans. Becoming a little more daring, my hands slid under her collared t-shirt cupping the undersides of her small breasts, tightly hidden behind what could have been a training bra. This seemed to be her sensual weak spot as she moaned as her thick nipples were tweaked.
The small brassiere was of the thick, underwire variety, fighting my attempts to breach it and irritating my fingers. I kept at it while Edna rolled her hips against my tumescence until I managed to get my hands under her cups to cover her meager B-Cups. Her nipples were poking against the palms of my hands in a ticklish irritation as we both approached nirvana. I didn't want to soil my pants but the enticing fire and tightening of my inner thighs were not to be denied. Edna had the shittiest timing with an uncoordinated turn that yanked away those glorious, hard buns in an attempt to face me. Selfishness reared its ugly head as she awkwardly yanked my hand to her heated crotch, silently begging me to get her off. I found a compromise humping her rounded thigh as she humped my hand looking haggard and sweaty. My free hand went back to struggling to pinch the nearest available cheek. This made my girl squirm and move even more ungainly until inexperienced teen frustration ran away with my erection. We stared at one another realizing just how close we'd come to "closing the deal". We settled for a series of light pecks on the lips when we were caught by Sister Jacobs. The wide eyed coonish expression on her face made me wonder if the Klan would be knocking on my door later that evening.
"There's nothing in the good book against young people expressing their love for one another." Pastor Grey was barely north of thirty but already had a partially bald head. He was laid back and moderate against the expectations of his older church members and the younger people.
"I seen it with my own two eyes, these youngsters were sinning, plain as day, Pastor Grey!" The older woman sounded like she was hyperventilating as the pastor facepalmed. Sister Jacobs had long been a member of the church attending every function and program without fail. At forty-seven years of age, she'd become one of the youngest church elders before Pastor Grey assumed the position succeeding Pastor Earl after his retirement for medical reasons. This new younger pastor was popular enough that membership increased with a lot of local ladies flocking into the church for a glance. She never strayed far from his shadow considering it her duty to help him out.
"Well, I'll split the difference with you if the young people are willing; you two want to accept my deal or we could just call your parents, what do you say to that, kids?"
"Puh-Please don't call my parents; I'll do anything you want, Pastor Grey!!" I couldn't blame Edna's frenzied answer, but I wasn't so quick to answer earning an elbow from my girlfriend.
"Yeah, sure." I reluctantly answered.
"Well, the sister here seems to think you two are a little bit closer than you should be, so because I know you to be fine, upstanding future members of our community, I say we hone those rough edges down a bit."
"Huh?"
"A week of volunteer work-apart from one another should suffice, right sister?"
"If you ask me, this mannish little boy needs that strap to get his mind outta perdition!!" I didn't follow but I was sure she was talking about whipping me or something.
"Now Sister Jacobs..."
"Look at 'em, even now eyeing this girl like he wanna take her right here in front of us; sully this house of the lord." It was true I wasn't an angel and my presence in the church was designed by my mother to get me some supposed positive direction. I noticed Edna looking at me like some kind of predator and that pissed me off.
"Well I'm sure this young man would like the chance to prove you wrong, wouldn't you?" He winked at me like I was in on something. That rubbed me the wrong way too, but I thought maybe he had a plan to get Sister Jacobs off my back.
"Sure." I answered reluctantly.
"Well then it's decided; the young lady here will work in the church for the rest of the week and this fine, gentleman will help you get everything ready for the goodwill, Sister Jacobs. You'll be going over to her home and preparing the clothing donations for transport. Also, you might change the sister's mind by doing a few chores around her home." I had to catch myself from uttering an explicative as the pastor deftly screwed me over. Today was only supposed to be a one-time thing and it was spring break. Sister Jacobs honestly looked surprised too.
After everything was hashed out, the separation started immediately as Pastor Grey offered to chauffer Edna home leaving me in front of the church standing opposite Sister Jacobs. Edna didn't even look my way as his Mercedes pulled off.
"Messed up your plans, huh little devil?" Sister Jacobs commented staring me down with a spiteful look.
"Not exactly ma'am." The wheels were already turning in my head as I glanced back in her direction with a slight smirk.
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It was around ten thirty when Edna's mom walked out of their apartment building headed out for work. Floris Hampton was a single parent owing to a rolling stone husband who'd gone out for diapers one day and never returned. This had the added effect of making the now single mother extremely bitter and her daughter a latch key kid spending most of her evenings alone. Edna Hampton and her mother would find out later in life that her father had been killed by crooked cops. The absence of her father also had the added effect of making the short, slightly chunky girl toughen up exponentially every year until there were rumors pegging her as a lesbian due to her masculine aura. I'd become intrigued by the rumors finding everything to be a decided lark once we'd started dating.
"What're doing here?" She scowled upon seeing me in her doorway.
"You're not happy to see me?"
"I'm not saying that, it's just that we just saw each other at the church." I noticed that Edna had lost her jeans replacing them with some ill-fitting gym shorts. From the front she had this kind of pronounced muffin. The school issued shorts rode up on her hips a bit exposing a bit of stretch marks that made me wonder if she'd recently lost some considerable weight.
"Look how that shit turned out; not going to invite me in?"
"Well, my mom..."
