I hadn't been to church in years, and I returned only now because a new brother
had been born to my mother, and they were going to christen him this Sunday. 
When I walked into the sanctuary with my family, I glimpsed a man out of the
corner of my eye.  He was tall, had long, luxurious blonde hair, and beautiful
big green eyes.  It was KC, old enough to drink now, and my- he was a DISH!

I suppressed a giggle, and kept a butterfly at bay in the pit of my stomach, and
the memories flooded back to me.   Back to a time when I was a newbie to the
church service, sent there because my parents believed that my behavior of late
had been- ahem- immoral.  I was young when I joined, thirteen years old.  I
became friends with most of the other youths there- we were almost all alike:
atheist anarchists, forced to attend a mandatory church service by the force of
cruel witches we all know as our parents.  We were robbed of our Sunday sleep,
and suffered together.

I was quite well liked.  Even though I was in eighth grade back then, I was more
developed than many girls my age, and got my fair share of looks. There were 3
guys at the church who liked me about then.

The first one was Kenny.  He was a year younger than I was, and rather cute.  He
slowly grew more and more obnoxious though, and years later, we both hate each
other's guts.  So obviously, that's not who this story was about.

Bobby.  He was .. How do I put this?  Interesting.  He was one of the first
grunge/gothic teens in this town, and certainly the first in his church.   I
liked him immediately as a friend, he was very philosophical and rather smart. 
He got dismal grades- but we all know that's a side effect of being smart, as
it's happened to most of us.  :-)

KC.  Bobby's older brother.  He was very cute, and had some of the same tastes in
music as Bobby.  He liked Kiss, but was more of a coffeehouse hippie type.  He
was a sophomore, 16 years old.  I was 14.

We hung around a few months before becoming interested in each other.  I thought
he was adorable, of course- he had wide, sleepy green eyes, perfect skin (almost
like a girl's) and was towering tall over me.  His hair was blonde, fine as a
baby's, and reached to his shoulders.  He kissed like a Greek god, soft driven,
and madly slow.

One night, the church was sponsoring a youth coed sleepover (VERY good idea!),
and all the middle- and high-schoolers were invited.  We were still not
tranquilized by 3am, KC and me, but most of the rest of the attendees were out
cold.  Including the chaperones.  The movie was Canadian Bacon, and I sat up
against a couch, cross-legged.  He lay down with his head in my lap.

He sang along with the theme song- he had an amazing voice.  He was in a band, of
course, but when he sang his bass voice would reverberate into my legs, causing
pleasant sensations.  We both knew what we wanted, but, alas, teenagers rarely
pursue it.  However, a little later, we slipped off to the library to go to bed,
and he went into a bathroom that adjoined with another room of the church.  He
was gone too long, about 5 minutes, and I became curious and went inside.

"Hey." he grabbed my hand swiftly, and pulled me towards him.  My heart was
fluttering in my throat, and he leaned over awkwardly to kiss me on my mouth.

His lips were soft, and gentle.  They didn't probe- his tongue didn't snake into
my mouth, squirming and wet, like some boys had the mistake of doing. He went
slow, licking at my lips softly, letting me feel his body pressed up against
mine.  That started an odyssey of about 2 months- during church services, we'd
leave the sanctuary and skip Sunday school, spending the time in the library,
which was always abandoned during the church service, lights off and curtains
drawn.  We'd mess around for a while, never going very far (I was quite prudish. 
He had his fair share of girlfriends- there's a reason why he dumped me so
quickly!)

That was years ago- I'm now a college student.  It's all still fresh in my
memory, though.  Nobody ever forgets the best kiss they'd had.  Nor the first
time anybody slipped their cool hands up a warm belly, to feel their breasts.  He
was many firsts for me.

After we broke up (he dumped me for the same ol' reason- I didn't put out), I
gradually started going to church less.  I became friendly with his younger
brother, Bobby, even going on a date with him once, but it never quite worked
out.  I felt odd about keeping it all in the family.  Bobby and me were good
friends outside of the church, so I just stopped going.  And since my behavior
was improving, my parents didn't make me go (also the fact that I had an ex in
there influenced them).

Now I was watching this man, that had been one of my first beaus.  He was tall,
light, and handsome.  His hair was still the same shade, and his eyes were still
sleepy.  He was laughing and flirting with another girl that went to church about
the same time that we both did.  He wasn't serious, though- I could tell by his
body language.  He was never serious.  At first, I think he was pretty serious
with me.. But he didn't have high expectations of someone 2 years younger.

He turned around to leave the sanctuary, and disappeared from my view. Before he
vanished, he looked at me in the eye with surprise and recognition.  It took a
few moments.  But few people in this city have hair this light blonde (it was
flowing to my waist by then, a white-blonde shade), few people have bright blue
eyes that were as intense, and few people had *ahem* the body that I had grown
into.

The service began, and my little brother Tony's wail echoed through the church. 
Tony was scared, it seems, and my mother next to me in the pew was crooning
softly to him, trying to quiet him.  The christening was not set to begin for
another hour, and I sighed and slumped back in boredom.

I wasn't going to sit through the minister's lecture on sins and eternal
damnation.  I whispered an excuse about having to go to the bathroom, and left. 
As I was walking down the hall, my head was leaned towards the floor and my
facial expression was thoughtful.  Still tripping down memory lane.

Someone slammed into me, full force.  My mouth opened to let out a shriek and
perhaps a cuss, and it closed abruptly when my head snapped up and saw the chest
of someone I'd been thinking about.

"Jeez, are you ok, Lee?" KC asked with genuine concern.  I laughed in
half-nervousness, half-surprise.  "It's been a while, KC.  I thought they finally
ran you out of town last summer!" I replied.

"Naw. They ran me out of New York last fall so I'm back."  He gave me a winning
smile.  His teeth showed slightly through his lips that I'm sure were every bit
as soft and gentle as they had been when he was 16.

I gave an obligatory laugh and made a mistake- looking up into his eyes. His
green color caught me, and I stared for a few seconds (hours), before I said,
"What you doing here?"

"Heard your brother was going to be christened."

Laugh.  "You came to see me?"

"Naw, came to see your mother... Yeah, I came to see you.  I've been tryin' to
track down everyone I've known since I was 4.  Specially those with good lips." 
KC was many things, but he wasn't subtle.  I was pretty sure he was pulling my
leg, but I didn't mind- I will take a compliment anytime!

His grinning face turned serious.  "You're beautiful, Lee.  You are amazing," he
said softly.  I blushed.

"Your hair- I mean it, I've never seen such hair as yours.  Your face has really
cleaned up- I'm not just saying that, it looks baby smooth- and.. man, you've got
a body.. Er.. heh.." he started to flush a little, but it disappeared
momentarily.  I felt myself starting to flush too- not in my face.

His hand was gripping mine, and he leaned over in a low sweeping bow, and kissed
the back of my hand.  I smiled- (this was not an hour of repartees)- and said,
giggling, "do you remember how we used to go into the library and make out all
the time?"

We were standing in front of the library (I hadn't noticed this in my yammering
and stammering).  He looked to the side and laughed.  "Yep. You never let me get
very far."

"As I recall you dumped me for that," I said, half-seriously.  He gave a pout. 
"Aw, jeez, you ain't still remembering that are you?"

"Hell yes.. You had the lips of a Greek god.  I sure wasn't happy about it." 
There was a permanent smile pasted on my face as I reminisced with him.

He winked at me suddenly, and tipped his hat, before he gripped both of my hands
(gently, of course) and led me into the library.  It was darkened because it
wasn't in use, but it wasn't locked.  The windows had heavy red velvet curtains. 
I laughed, but I didn't resist.  Why should I?

He shut the door quietly behind him, and I looked at him with my sexiest stare
when he flipped on the lights.  He gave a joking look of agony, pulled me close,
and kissed me.

It was soft at first, with our lips barely even touching.  His lips were smooth
and moist- not changed a single bit, and his hands rested lightly on my waist. 
He gave my hip a bit of a squeeze, and I lifted my arms to put them around his
neck.  He pulled my waist close to him, and I pressed my chest against him as the
kiss got deeper.  He still went excruciatingly slow, doing the kiss by steps. 
His warm, rigid tongue softly licked at the apex of my upper lip, and I shivered.

"Cold?" he asked gently, pulling away momentarily.  I shook my head, and started
to kiss him again.  He backed up, pulling me with him, to the large velvet chair.
 The same one we made out in as teenagers, but slightly more beat up over the
years.  He sat in it awkwardly, relaxing against the plush back and pulling me to
sit with him.  The chair was so big that there was room for me, too- so I sat in
his lap, legs on the side of his, straddling him.  I stood on my knees to make
myself higher, and leaned down to kiss him; running my fingers along his chest
and giving his nipple a teasing squeeze.

He was breathing irregularly now, his arms first encircling my waist to bring
myself close to him.  My mound pressed against his solar plexus, and I rubbed it
very slightly against him.

He groaned so softly into my mouth with this, and moved his arms, releasing me. 
I reached my hand down to untuck my shirt, tugging it up, and he slipped his cold
hands into my shirt.  It was a shock, and I reeled away at first, and he grinned,
pressing his fingers against my bare stomach to warm them up.  He softly walked
his fingers up my stomach, feeling the lower curve of my breast, running his
hands to the nipple.  I'd grown 3 cup sizes by then, and he was enjoying the feel
of my hard nipple underneath his fingers.

I sat back down, on his legs directly below his cock.  I could feel it- it was
pulsating hard.  It seemed huge in his slacks, and could have been a metal with
its rigidity.  I rubbed my pussy slightly against it, and he groaned again into
my mouth, giving my breast a squeeze as he tickled my stomach lightly.  He ran
his fingers down to my skirt, and lightly rubbed my pussy through the fabric.  I
responded eagerly, pushing my pussy into his hand softly, kissing him like mad.

He ran his hand down my dress, then up the bare skin of my leg.  His fingers met
the cotton fabric of my panties, and a wet, warm spot.  He pressed against it,
and I let a gasp out involuntarily, reveling in the feeling that my neglected
pussy hadn't had in months.

"Ohh, yeah.." I whispered.  He smiled, and whispered into my ear, blowing hot air
into it as he did, "You never let me get this far."

I whispered into his ear (after a soft nibble), "I would have if I knew that
nobody would kiss as good as you, or go as slow as you, or be as gentle as you.

"I want you to finish what we started all those years ago."  My bold statement
surprised me, but I knew it was true.  I knew it was what he wanted.  My body was
enveloped in a warm heat, and his fingers were hot to the touch, one hand teasing
my nipple and the other hand rubbing at my pussy.  I lowered my lips back to his,
and started to suck at his tongue softly, nibbling it gently, acting as if it was
his cock.  His breathing was hard, and I let a hand slip down to his engorged
penis.

"It's so big.." I moaned softly. Size doesn't do much for me, but it *was* big. 
Abnormally large. I loved it.  He laughed softly in self-satisfaction as I let my
palm stroke his cock through the fabric, rubbing it softly, and then I undid his
pants.  The button let loose with a pop, and the zipper ran down with a roar.  My
hand fought the folds of his boxers, finding the tip and slipping inside.

He was so hot, so hard- it could have been molten steel wrapped in velvet. It was
now he that shivered as my cold fingers touched his sensitive spot, and I warmed
them against his belly, tickling it.  His hand was now inside my panties, a
finger teasing at my clit and another finger rimming my pussy hole.  I gasped as
he slipped the tip of a finger inside my pussy.  It went in smoothly, and felt so
good that I tilted my head back lightly to moan.

He kissed the swell of my throat, and slipped his fingers in as far as they could
go- he had large fingers.  His hands were at work, and his lips were molten
against my throat.  My excitement was climbing, but I knew it was too soon.  I
slowly pulled my pussy away from his hand, hoping he'd understand to go more
slowly.  He laughed.

"Too fast for you now?"

"It might make me come if you don't slow down.. And I want to come with your cock
inside me," I declared.

His cock surged in my hand, and I could tell the idea excited him.  It excited
me, too.  It had to about 9 or 10 inches long, and 2 inches thick- it would
stretch the skin of my pussy pleasantly as I fought to get it inside me, and
bottom out (some guys hadn't exactly bottomed out in my pussy.)  I wanted to feel
the tip of his cock spurting against my womb.

He whispered, "You know what you're doing to me, woman?" I grinned and said that
I did indeed.  I lowered my pussy onto his bare cock, the boxers and pants pushed
away to the side, his balls exposed.  I rubbed the wetness (I was amazingly wet)
against his balls, and he moved his hand from my pussy to my ass, massaging the
cheek.

"Oh, God," he moaned, and involuntarily pushed his rock-hard cock against me.  I
teased him, and lifted up slightly, and then lowered it again.  I spread my pussy
lips with one finger, positioning it to fit perfectly against the front of his
cock, and with the well-lubricated juices, I began to slide back and forth,
pressing my clit and pussy hole against his cock.

"Oh, Lee.."

I was getting wetter and wetter, and about to come.  I was doing long strokes by
now, dipping all the way from his balls to the head of his cock, and just barely
letting the head inside me before I withdrew it again, sliding it back down to
the base.  His expression was pained, and he bit a lip, his big green eyes
looking at me for pity.

I couldn't take it anymore- his pleading look, the fire of my clit, his red-hot
and rock-hard cock pressed against me.  Pre-cum was running out of his cock by
the gallon, lubricating my joyride even more. My jaw was open, and I was
breathing hard, biting my lip to keep from crying out.  This was, after all,
church, and it would be bad to be discovered this way, my long hair flowing
loose, my voluptuous hips bouncing back and forth, my tight pussy ready to be
penetrated by KC's hard tool.

I pulled his cock up slightly to let him enter me.  I was so wet that it went in
with almost no hesitation, the skin around my pussy stretching to its near-limit,
my g-spot and clit both being stimulated by his member.  In three strong strokes,
his cock was all the way in, and the feeling was absolute ecstasy.  I felt
FILLED, his cock pressing against my womb.  I'd never felt as FILLED before-
nobody anywhere NEAR this large had gone into my pussy.  He was bottomed out, and
his hands on my breast and ass tightened, as he groaned my name softly.  My ass
was on his balls, and we reveled in the absolute beauty of the feeling for a
minute.

I started to move up and down on his cock, very slowly, letting it go all the way
to the head before I reversed my stride.  My pleasure was building up, and I knew
I was going to come within seconds, and I told him this, both with my frenzied,
heated body language, and with my soft yelps and moans.

My body on fire, my hands gripping his, I rode him like a bucking bronco, my legs
snapping a little with the space restraints.  I could see him trying as hard as
he could not to explode all over me.  He whispered to me, "Ladies come first in
MY book.."  My strokes became more and more frenzied, plunging as hard as I could
and moving quickly, and my body was hanging on that delicate string before the
orgasm, waiting for the string to break and plunge me into the fire.  My head was
in his neck, teeth gripping the fabric of the collared shirt, and I moaned
quietly, "I'm going to come.. I'm going to come.. I'm gonna.. Oh god. I'm.."

My entire body tensed up, and my teeth tore at the fabric of his collar, as my
pussy tightened impossibly around his cock as an incredible orgasm ripped through
me.  "I'm COMING.." I cried, trying to keep it quiet, as convulsion after
convulsion ripped through me, my body shaking and my knuckles white as I tried to
contain it.  I let a rather loud moan out into his ear, and he pushed a finger
into my mouth.  My teeth clamped onto it, and I kept coming.

It was such an incredible orgasm- I kept coming and coming, knowing no end. His
fingers were working at my nipple, causing me to reach new heights, and it was
likely a whole minute before my tense body loosened up, and I sighed and gave a
laugh-sob, still riding his cock for all that it was worth., my body bathed in
the ecstasy of the after-orgasm.  My teeth released his finger, which had deep
marks indented into it.

He was finally able to release his pent-up cum now, and he did.  With the fury of
ten thousand men.  His head threw back, his mouth wide open, his eyes clenched
tightly shut as I thrust my hips up and down to continue the pleasurable agony of
friction on his cock.  He thrust his cock almost angrily into me, pressing
against me- pubic hair to shaven pussy.  Finally, his cock spurted inside me, and
I could feel hot cum splashing on the inside of my pussy.  His grip on my ass
cheek was almost painfully tight, my nipple in agony, and he finally shot one
last jet into me with a strong thrust of his hips that lifted his ass off the
chair, and then slumped back into a normal position.  I leaned over, and held his
head against my breast as he wrapped his arms around my body.  We were both
sweltering hot, but in the comfort of the moment, neither of us cared.

We stayed like that, holding each other, for 15 more minutes before we returned
to the church service.