8
Sitting in the church pew, eyes closed, head hung in supposed prayer, the pastor's words made no impression on me. I didn't even register them AS words, just sonic background noise wafting over me as my mind conjured explicit images inappropriate for any public gathering, let alone a house of worship.
I remembered how Steph's legs trembled and shook as her sweet cum flooded my mouth. How her hand grasped and pulled at my hair, the same hand that hours later so cavalierly stroked me to an explosive orgasm. I thought about Mandy, the bubbly ray of sunshine, but only briefly. My mind quickly returned to the feeling of Steph's hand on my cock, or her pussy on my tongue, any time something new caused it to stray.
Good boy. She called me "Good boy." There I sat, in church, in the middle of a prayer, hard as a fucking rock.
The post-church hang out with Christine, the pastor's daughter, helped clear my head, though, as I could focus on someone else other than myself. I was horny, I was curious, and I had some questions about the rest of prom night with Christine and Bobby Dorf after we left.
But Christine spoke up first.
"Looks like Kelly's got a new friend, huh?" she said, taking a long pull from her milkshake. She of course spoke of Brian, who had joined my step mom Kelly at church today, this time without Sandy and Don.
"Yeah, I guess," I intoned flatly. Christine and I were enjoying our ice cream at picnic tables off to the side of the ice cream parlor, and I definitely didn't want to be thinking about Kelly's love life while we did it.
"Is that her boyfriend?" Christine asked.
"No idea...but it kinda seems like it," I responded flatly again.
"That's great, she deserves it." Chrstine could sense my lack of enthusiasm. "You don't seem too thrilled about it--is he a jerk or something?"
"Nah, he's fine," I said with some flair, trying to break my stoicism. It wasn't a lie. The truth was, in fact, that no, he wasn't a jerk. I had spent over an hour talking with him and Kelly the previous night, looking for cracks, looking for reasons to hate the guy, but he actually seemed pretty great. If he were any other guy I'd be thrilled. Any other guy whom I hadn't seen tit fucking Kelly's best friend Sandy and cumming on her face while her husband Don filmed it.
He was perfectly nice, kinda great, even, but I was very protective of Kelly, and I didn't trust Brian's intentions.
"He's fine, I'm just...trying to get used to it." Also true. I had been the only man in Kelly's life since dad died, and though I knew this day would eventually come, I wasn't altogether prepared for someone else to enter into the picture.
"Yeah, I understand," Christine said, reaching out her hand to place it lovingly over mine in support. She smiled brightly at me, and I back at her. She looked so gorgeous. The slight breeze made the edges of her long, brown hair dance across her pronounced collar bone.
This week's split personality ensemble consisted of plain slacks on the bottom, and a tight button down blouse on top. The blouse had been buttoned up high during the church service, but the moment she dropped into the front seat of my car, her fingers quickly popped three buttons open, and I heard a sigh of relief as the cool, spring air spread over her emancipated décolletage.
Even now, as she smiled at me with warmth and support, my thoughts flew to the cleavage I could see through the opening of her shirt. Christine had modest breasts, but even so the slight swell peeking out made my cock stir. Even more than her breasts, however, was the hint of black, lace bra I could see holding them. It was sheer and delicate, and even with that small hint I knew: Christine, the pastor's daughter, had worn lingerie to church.
Immediately my dirty mind had questions. How much lingerie did she have? What kinds? Who had had the pleasure of seeing it? Had Bobby? I decided I needed to at least try and find out.
"So," I said, attempting to move the focus off of me, "how was the rest of your night after the prom?"
"It was...fine," she said. Now it was her turn to deflect with flat intonation.
"Come on, what does fine mean?" I pressed.
"It means it was...fine." She repeated. She showed no signs of embarrassment, so I had a feeling nothing scandalous happened, but even so, I wanted to get to the bottom of her dour tone.
"You gotta give me more than that! There's no reason to be shy, especially not after what you saw!" Her cheeks blushed. There was the shyness.
"I didn't see anything!" This of course was a lie. Christine had watched through the slight opening of the limo window as Steph sucked my dick. I caught her act of voyeurism as I was cumming, and we made eye contact as hot semen pulsed into Steph's throat. She even commented breathlessly on Steph's performance later that night as we slow-danced. It was safe to say she saw something, and what's more, I think it turned her on. Maybe that's what she was embarrassed about. Needless to say, I found her girlish denial extremely sexy.
"Oh, you saw something, alright," I teased, "the question is, what'd BOBBY see?"
"Nothing!"
"Ah of course, I forgot who I was talking about - the king and queen of chaste virtue!" She laughed and dropped her shaking head into her hands, embarrassed. "you guys just left the prom and sat quietly for a while, right," I continued to push, "did you do some knitting or something?"
"Fine, fine!" She exclaimed at last through an embarrassed chuckle. I could see the tops of her breasts bounce ever so slightly when she laughed. "After the prom, Bobby drove me home. After we parked, I leaned over to say thanks and give him a peck on the cheek goodnight kiss, but I guess we were both kinda worked up..."
Gee, I wonder why?
"...and we started making out."
"That doesn't sound so bad," I said, cheerily. It was hard to imagine Bobby Dorf making out with anyone, let alone a smokeshow like Christine, but here we were.
"No, that wasn't the problem, the problem was..."
I thought I saw her nipples start to harden through her shirt.
"...the problem was that I got a little too carried away and reached down and grabbed his...you know...through his pants."
"Ooh, well now!" I exclaimed, my eyebrows shooting sky high.
"It gets worse though," she said, rubbing her temple with her fingers, "when I touched him, he...slapped my hand like he was swatting a fly." She revealed this through a wincing face, as though she were waiting for some kind of cosmic punishment.
"Like you were a bad dog?" I marveled.
"Yeah, basically..." she lamented.
"Well," I started, pausing as I collected my thoughts, "that's what you wanted, wasn't it? Someone to lead you not into temptation?" Christine bit her thumb as she listened to me test her resolve. "Someone...nice?"
Nibbling her nail slightly she nodded slowly. "Yeah, that's what I said. That's what I...want." The lacy fringe of her black bra was visible as the breeze pushed the open wings of her shirt around on her chest.
"When's his prom?" I inquired.
