It was out of her own will that she sat in the park bench across his, wearing no undergarments to their first date. It had been a bold decision, even coming out to meet him, an internet stranger. Would he take advantage of her presence? Would he cross her lines? Was this all a bad idea?
She sat in front of him, her legs bare below the hem of her short skirt, part of her fantasy she had confessed, not his. Her white shirt, a bit tighter than she remembered it, pressed against her otherwise bare breasts. She looked at him with curiosity; he was more handsome in the flesh than in the pictures he had sent her.
Her dress code might have indicated complete openness, but he knew better than that. Anyone else would find her reticence uncharacteristic for a young woman who had eagerly shared the contents of her depraved mind with an internet stranger. Like life itself, she was full of contradictions. She did not want to commit sin, but she basked in his infinite attention. She believed in staying pure for marriage, but she had never stopped her fingers from going inside her during their chats. She had long fantasized of creampies and gangbangs, but in practice never gone beyond a kiss.
When they first started chatting online, the contradictions manifested themselves, piquing his interest immediately. He did not like projects that were too easy, nor was he out to guide lost souls either. He recognized in her the ultimate kink challenge: a beautifully depraved mind in a Catholic schoolgirl's body. A diamond in the raw that would shine only in the hands of those willing to do the careful and patient polishing.
He no longer believed, but the Bible had indeed taught him that endings are better than beginnings, and that patience is better than pride. He took her figure in. The reward for his patience was sitting in front of him. He just had to stay calm and ride the waves of contradiction.
They chatted in the park under the evening sun, giggling and bonding like lifelong friends. She blushed with his compliments and laughed with his jokes. She did not notice when the last people left them to an empty park at sunset. It's a great thing that he did.
"Why don't you come sit with me?"
She looked at him, suddenly nervous.
"You don't have to sit next to me. You could try just sitting on my lap. The view is beautiful from here."
In her mind, it seemed like a good compromise, rational even: they would be close and she would not be caught making out. When she sat down, his honorable hands remained off her, with his elbows leaning back into the bench. They looked at the sunset and basked in the silence at the park.
"Do you remember that one of the first fantasies you ever told me was your park fantasy? That's when I knew I had found someone special. A girl who fantasized about pleasuring men at a park."
She giggled, nervous, his hands still off her. She responded.
"I guess it feels like a bigger deal, hearing you describe it like that."
"I wouldn't say it's a big deal. I would say it's just one of the things I like about you."
His hands moved to her briefly, pulling her shoulders to bring her back to his torso. He hugged her from behind, taking in her scent, lingering in the same position to prevent her protests.
"Do you even remember what I told you when you made the park confession?"
She thought about it for a few seconds, at first oblivious to the bulge growing against her.
