Making Out In Church

In my teens, I used to go to church with my parents. Some weeks they would go, so I’d go on my own. I had some friends there and liked spending time with them at the end. I was very naive and didn’t know anything about boys.

The vicar’s son Patrick was seventeen, two years older than me at the time. He was good-looking but didn’t talk to anybody.

One evening I went to the evening service on my own, and as it was during the summer holidays, everybody I knew was either on holiday or couldn’t be bothered to attend. Patrick sat next to me. That evening there was a film playing about some missionaries in Africa. The blackout blinds were drawn, and the few people there started to watch.

I remember wearing a white summer dress with flowers on; it was a hot evening, so I didn’t have any pantyhose or tights, as we used to say. I was sitting at the back with Patrick and nobody else on the two rows in Infront of us or the rows of pews on the other side.

After about ten minutes, Patrick moved up the pew to sit next to me and offered me chocolate; I took it and said, “thanks”. He smelt really nice, and I enjoyed having him sit next to me. He then offered me another chocolate; I think they were rolos?? As I was taking the chocolate, he leant forward and gave me my first-ever kiss. We then ended up kissing on the back seat of the church with his dad, the vicar sat at the front.

Patrick then started squeezing my breasts over the dress, which I liked. Next, his hand was in my dress and bra, feeling my bare breasts. I was both enjoying his attention and painfully aware I was sitting in church, and if anybody had looked behind them, even in the restricted light, I’m sure they would have seen what was going on.

He would stop kissing and touching me for about two or three minutes but then start again. He was playing with my nipples which are very sensitive, and I was getting turned on. I then feel his hand going up my dress to my panties. I didn’t stop him when he rubbed my panties over my pussy whilst kissing me. Next, his hand is going into my knickers, and he rubs his fingers through my pubic hair (I didn’t shave at the time) I remember so clearly when his fingers found my pussy. It was like electric shocks pulsing through my clitoris and pussy lips. With hindsight, he really knew what he was doing, my clit was his focus, to begin with, and then he put a figure in me. I had my first-ever orgasm with a boy. The encounter ended with Patrick on his knees in the church pew with his head up my dress; he had taken my knickers off and was licking me out. I had a second orgasm of the night.

The film ended, and Patrick just got up and left the church. I was lightheaded and probably looked like I’d been dragged through bushes. My pussy overproduced its slimy stuff like never before. Patrick took my knickers with him, so I had to walk home commando. When I got home, I looked at my pussy and was fascinated at how swollen and wet it was.

I had a couple of encounters like this with Patrick. He once followed me into the ladies' toilet during one service. I could hear everybody singing in the church whilst I was in the toilet with Patrick licking my pussy. He tried a couple of times to get his cock in me but could never get it in. I found out later that I had a rather thick hymen, and it took my first real boyfriend a few attempts to break my cherry.

On another occasion, he gave me a lovely box of chocolates and a Christmas card which said, ‘to my girlfriend’ We did sometimes talk, but it was always very superficial, with him asking if I was OK and saying he liked my dress. I enjoyed having those encounters with Patrick and still think about him now.