Study Buddies

Study Buddies Ch. 05:

Take All of Me

Turn me into your...

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Reluctance

Seduction

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Submission

Domination

Voyeurism

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I waited nervously outside the church for Jake to arrive. I was dressed modestly, in a nice summer dress, so that he wouldn't get the wrong idea.

"Hello, Jake. It's nice to finally meet you in person." We shook hands.

"The pleasure is mutual."

"It feels odd to be out in public again, but it is nice to be around someone other than my immediate family, even if it is just the two of us."

"'Just the two of us' is just fine. I've been craving real human interaction in the flesh."

"Right? Anyway, welcome to God's house. I'm pleased to see that you're beginning your spiritual journey, and embarking on a more righteous path. But honestly, I didn't expect that you would be the church-going type."

"The Lord works in mysterious ways, right? I feel called to seek transformative experiences."

"You came to the right place, then. What sort of transformative experiences are you seeking?"

"I think it is important to open oneself to new relationships, real growth, and earth-shattering awakenings. Don't you agree?"

"Of course. Many members of our church feel transformed. Maybe I can help you feel the divine within."

"I'm sure you will."

"Come on, let me show you what we have to offer." I led him around the church campus and we ended our tour in the Sunday School room. "My father said that we could meet here to talk about whatever is on your mind. He told me to make you feel welcome and show you our loving community. So, how may I help you?"

"I'd like you to answer some questions I've been pondering."

"Well, I'm not the minister; I'm just the minister's daughter. But, I'll try my best."

"Did you finish the last writing assignment?"

"Oh! You, um, caught me off-guard. I didn't expect to talk about school. I thought you were going to ask about church or religion or spirituality."

"I'm asking about enlightenment. Have you seen the light?"

"Yes, I believe in His message of eternal love, but what does that have to do with my writing?"

"What was the assignment?"

"Well, you wanted me to write about whether I enjoyed our last session."

"Yes, but what were the exact words?"

"I don't really remember precisely," I practically whispered, ashamed of what he had asked me to do.

"Yes, you do. Tell me the truth. What exactly were you obligated to write about?

I inhaled deeply and looked at my shoes. I did remember.

He waited.

Finally, I whispered, "'Did it turn me on to show you my... my wet pussy?'"

He nodded and stared at me. "Well?"

"Do you actually want me to answer that question now?"

He nodded again.

"Here?"

"You're stalling. Did you write your answer?"

"Yes," I breathed, looking at the floor.

"Then tell me your answer."

"At first, I was very uncomfortable. You asked me to do something that didn't feel right. I was taught to protect my modesty and to save myself until marriage. When I disrobed, I felt vulnerable. I was afraid. Even though you weren't in the room, you could see me. I was exposed. And my parents and fiancé were close by and might have discovered us. They could have easily walked in and seen how shamefully I was acting. That was scary. I don't want them to think of me that way." I paused. "That's how I felt. That's my answer." I looked up.

"'At first.'"

I looked at him blankly, not comprehending.

"You said 'at first' that's how you felt."

I nodded.

"How did you feel next? How did your feelings change? Be honest. Remember, your body doesn't lie, even if you are tempted to deny your true feelings."

He had me cornered again and he knew it. There was no way to deny what had happened. "Well, it kind of made me feel excited to show you how wet my private parts were."

"Are you saying that you liked showing me how wet your pussy became because I was watching?"

I put my face in my hands.

"Say it aloud."

"I can't believe this is happening. Yes. All right? I admit it. It was thrilling. I liked showing you my wet pussy. There! Are you happy now?"

"I'll be happier when you show me again. This time in person."

"In person?! I can't do that! It was unsettling enough to show you virtually. Surely, you can't expect me to show you the most intimate parts of my body when we are in the same room together?"

"That's exactly what I expect."

"What if I refuse?"

"When are you going to accept the fact that you won't ever refuse me?" he sneered.

"This has gone far enough! I'm not going to cooperate any more. It doesn't matter if you tell the professor that I plagiarized, or tell my dad and fiancé that I behaved inappropriately, I will simply deny it. I will deny all of it. I'll say that you made it all up."

"Are you saying that you will lie?"

"I don't like the idea of lying and I try to be honest as much as possible, but, yes, in this case, I would fib to protect my reputation. It is the lesser of two evils. It will be your word against mine. And they will believe me over you because they know me to be chaste and virtuous and that I would never do the things that you allege."

"I'm sorry to hear you say that I can't trust you."

"I am sure you are," I stated triumphantly, my arms akimbo.

"I was afraid that you might try to lie, which is why I recorded our video chats."

"You did what?!"

"I made sure I had proof, in case you wanted to change your mind. Would you like to watch the edited version of one of the recordings?"

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, tapped the screen a few times, and turned it toward me. "If, as you say, they'll believe your word against mine, then let's listen to your word."

I watched myself lying naked on my bed, legs splayed wide open, with my fingers inside my vagina, saying, "It's hot, wet, and really soft."

"That's just one brief snippet. I have everything. Would you like me to send this to them? Do you think your fiancé would still want to marry you knowing that he wasn't the first man to see your pussy? Do you think your dear daddy would still want you in his house after watching his daughter finger herself for the benefit of a naked stranger?"

"I'll say I was a hostage; that you made me do those things."

He tapped his phone again and showed me another clip. This time, I was rubbing my vagina. I listened to myself say, "I want to show you how I touch myself."

"Cindy, I wasn't even in the room. I didn't make you do anything. You chose to get naked. You opted to show me your pussy. You decided to play with yourself. And I have it all recorded, with you stating that you wanted to do it all. If you lie about it, all that will happen is that you will show them not only that you actually behaved like a slut, but that you lied about it, too. You would just exacerbate your predicament."

"What can I do?" I wailed forlornly. I felt defeated. "Okay, I won't lie. Just don't show those clips to anyone. Please?"

"All right, I won't show anyone."

"You won't?" I sniffed, looking up at him. "Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Of course. As long as you do something for me."

I sighed. "What do you want me to do now?"

"Like I've told you before, I want you to get better at writing. To do that, you have to write what you know. And that means you need more experience."

"What kind of experience?" I strongly suspected that I knew what he had in mind.

He smiled. "To write about men, you have to gain experience with men. Fortunately, I am a helpful and willing man."

"There's no way out of this, is there?"

"We've already discussed the other option, and you didn't seem to like the idea of your video being posted on the internet for all to see."

I gasped. Each time I tried to resist, he escalated. I was completely trapped.

"Okay. Fine. You win. Let's just get this over with. You can do what you want with me. Just don't post that video. Do you want me to go to your house or meet you at a motel? Where do you want me?"

"Right here is just fine."

"Here in church? In the Sunday School room? That's blasphemous!"

"Or, I could easily post the video." He pulled out his phone again.

"No, no, no! Okay, fine." I closed my eyes tightly and surrendered. I didn't want to see what was going to happen. I heard him walk over to the teacher's desk. I figured he must be disrobing, but I didn't want to see. The anticipation of what was to come had me beside myself with anxiety.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Go ahead and do what you want. Take me. I'm yours."

"I like hearing you say that. Tell me more."

I was enraged, and began to raise my voice. "You want to hear me tell me I want you? Fine! I want you. Strip me naked in my father's own church. I can't wait for you to take my virginity. Ruin me for my fiancé. Make me yours here in the house of the Lord. Make me sin for you. Make me sin with you. Turn me into your Whore of Babylon. You want a wanton harlot? Great. Here I am. I'm yours. I'm a jezebel, who wants you to ravage my naked body. I'll give you whatever you ask for. I am all yours. Take me. Take all of me!"

"As you wish. I'll take all of you, just like you want."

I heard Jake walk toward me and stop right in front of me. "Do you want me to remove your dress?" I didn't say anything. He bent forward and whispered in my ear. "Keep telling me what you want me to do aloud, just like you've been doing."

I sighed, knowing he had me cornered, just like before.

"I want you to take off my dress."

I felt him place his fingers on my chest and unbutton my dress. He slipped it down my shoulders and it fell in a heap around my ankles.

He paused. "And now?" he whispered.

"Take off my bra."

"Be polite. I expect good manners from you."

"Please. Please take off my bra."

He wrapped his arms around my torso and unhooked my bra. I shivered even though I was perspiring. I was mortified, but I was also excited. He was manipulating me, but it was also thrilling to be disrobed by a man for the first time. He slid the straps down my arms and the garment fell away. With the support gone, my breasts fell forward toward his torso. I felt my nipples brush against his shirt. They tightened into hard nubs upon contact. It made me gasp aloud and sent a shock down to my groin.

There was a long pause, and then he cleared his throat.

I knew what he meant. "Remove my panties, please." Somehow, I felt slightly less guilty because he was obligating me to sin, like I wasn't the one responsible for my transgressions, even though I was the one telling him to disrobe me.

I felt his big hands slide down my sides, making me squirm, until they got to the waistband of my panties. His fingers hooked the elastic and he slowly pulled them down to my ankles. I could feel his breath on my pubic hair. His face must have been even with my private parts.

<<Oh my God! He's seeing me.>> I froze and waited.

I heard his voice from below.

"What do you want now?"

I could feel his breath on my crotch as he spoke.

"I'm not sure. I don't know what comes next. I've never done anything like this before."

"You actually have done something like this before when you were on your bed. Remember? You sure seemed to enjoy showing me how you like to touch your pussy. Do you want to do that again?"

"Okay," I whispered.

"I can't hear you down here. Tell me what you want in a clear voice."

"I want to show you how I touch my pussy."

"Go ahead."

I reached down to my crotch, my fingers trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. My eyes were still closed tightly, but I could feel his presence. I slid my finger through my pubic hair and then along my slit. It was slick with viscous fluid. It felt so good, it made my knees weak as I stroked up and down. Then, anticipating what he wanted before he said it, I opened my stance and used two fingers to spread my labia apart.

He groaned in appreciation. In a deep, gravelly voice, he demanded, "Describe how it feels inside."

I moaned at the thought. I slowly pushed my index finger through my outer labia and gasped. "It feels so naughty. I'm sinfully wet." I knew he wanted more. I pushed further, my knuckle sliding past my inner labia. "It's slippery. Oh! It feels really good. It's warm inside. Warm and wet." My finger went deeper, almost on its own accord. "I have butterflies in my stomach. My muscles inside are clenching around my finger, sucking it deeper inside."

"How would two fingers feel?" he asked.

Without hesitation, I pushed a second finger inside. It slid in easily--all the way in. I shuddered.

"Do you want me to make it feel even better?"

"How could it possibly feel better?"

"If you ask me nicely, I'll show you.

"Are you going to touch me?"

"Only if you tell me that you want me to."

At this point, I was too far gone. At least that was what I told myself. I was already desecrating sacred ground. Would it be any worse if he made me feel even better? "Okay," I muttered meekly. My heart was racing.

"Say it."

"Touch me. I want you to touch me. Make me feel even better."

As soon as I heard myself say it out loud, it sounded wrong and I regretted it. I realized it would actually be worse if I let a man touch me.

"Wait..."

Just then, I felt his tongue lick me just above where my fingers were buried to the hilt in my vagina.

"Oh my gosh! Oh, oh Dear Lord that feels divine. Ah, yes. Oh my goodness!"

Jolts of electricity short-circuited my brain. I didn't know what he did exactly, but it was as if he pressed a button and flooded my body with heavenly sensations. I couldn't form any rational thoughts or speak coherently. All I could do was moan.

He kept going. The longer he did it, the better it felt.

I sensed an overwhelming surge welling up inside of me. "Oh, oh, oh, yes. Ah, ah ah!" I couldn't breathe. I hit a tipping point, and my body convulsed. I screamed out in blissful pleasure. My body jerked several times as if I was possessed of the divine spirit.

After shaking and screaming for what felt like several minutes, the tremors passed and I felt warm and sated. With all my energy spent, I wanted to collapse. Jake caught me and lowered me to the ground. He held me in his arms, as my breathing slowly returned to normal.

"How do you feel?"

"That was amazing. I feel warm and tingly. What happened? I've never experienced anything like that before."

"You had your first orgasm."

"I did? Well, whatever it was, it was a revelation. It was truly divine." As soon as I said 'divine' I remembered where I was. "Oh, dear. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. I felt guilt and panic. "I shouldn't have done that. Especially here." I started to squirm, but he held me tight.

"Why not? Isn't church where you go to feel closer to the divine? Didn't you just say it was a revelation? Wasn't your orgasm a touch of heaven?"

"Surely, it is a sin to do what we just did."

"Your first story was about original sin. God's plan is for humans to sin and then seek forgiveness. It has been that way since the very beginning, right?"

His hand began to caress my torso. It felt at once comforting and transgressive.

"Tell me you didn't enjoy what you felt."

"It's true. I admit that it felt good. But I don't think I should feel that way."

"I find it hard to believe that your religion wants you to feel bad. I thought you said that you believed in divine joy."

His fingers traced under the curve under my breast. My heart beat hard in my chest and I inhaled deeply.

"Don't you seek rapture?" He squeezed my breast in his hand.

I gasped.

"You have been blessed with the beautiful body of a woman. Bathe your body in ecstasy."

He tugged my nipple gently and I squealed.

I moaned loudly as he rolled my nipple between his index finger and his thumb. I tried to clear my head, but I couldn't form a coherent thought.

"I have to... the path...my fiancé..." I was breathing so hard, my words came out as gasps.

"Invite me, Cindy, invite me to join you in your blissful state of ecstasy." While one hand continued to play with my nipples, his other hand grabbed my wrist and placed it on his crotch.

I felt what I knew must be his genitals under his pants. I squeaked in shock.

"Unzip my pants."

"No, I really shouldn't. It seems so wrong."

"Yet you will because it feels so right. You're doing it because you want to. Be a good girl, and say 'yes, sir.'"

"Yes, sir." I had always been taught to be subservient to the men, who had dominion in my life. Without thinking, I grasped the zipper and pulled it down.

"Tell me you want to reach inside."

"I, I, I want..."

"Say it. Tell me what you want."

"I want to reach inside."

"Why?"

"Because I want to feel you."

"Do it."

I held my breath, and tentatively reached inside his fly, wrapping fingers around his penis. I was in awe. It was both hard and soft at the same time. It stood rigidly stiff, but the skin was velvety smooth. I loved the feeling of it in my hand. I stroked him gently up and down for a while, enjoying the forbidden sensation of having his large, erect penis in the grip of my tiny fingers. I heard him groan, his low voice reverberating deep in his large chest. Hearing him enjoy what I was doing made me want to please him even more.

"Tell me you want to remove my clothes."

"We should stop now before this gets out of control. I mean, any further out of control."

"Oh, don't worry, I remain firmly in control. And you will keep your promise to do--and I quote-- 'anything I want.' And what I want is for you to respectfully tell me that you want to strip me."

Once again, I resigned to my predicament. "Yes, sir," I said, deferentially, "I want to take off your clothes, please."

"Do it."

I reached up to unbutton his shirt. I knew from the video chat that he had a very appealingly muscular chest, but when I saw it in person, it took my breath away. I slid the garment off his shoulders and stared wide-eyed with my mouth agape. "Oh, wow."

"Touch me."

"I've never touched a man before."

"You just did. You had your hands in my pants, and I could tell that you enjoyed it."

"You told me to," I said, defensively. "You manipulated me."

"No, you told me that you wanted to feel me, remember? You clearly wanted to, just like you want to touch me now. Don't lie to me. Don't lie to yourself. Enjoy the holiness of the experience."

I nodded. He was right; I had said that. My hands reached up, almost on their own accord and my palms rested on his pectorals. His muscles felt so hard, so solid. I ran my fingers up to his broad shoulders, and then down to his rock-hard biceps. He radiated such masculine strength, it made me dizzy with desire. I leaned forward and kissed the vein that snaked down his bicep. I sighed and lingered.

He whispered in my ear, "Take off my pants and then lie down."

Embarrassed at having lost myself for a moment, I looked up at his eyes as my cheeks flushed. His eyebrows looked stern and his countenance insistent.

"Yes, sir," I whispered, not wanting to disappoint him.

I unbuckled his belt. As his fly was already open, it was easy to pull down his pants. He nodded at his underwear. I hesitated and then pulled his boxers down. His erect penis sprang forward.

"Oh!"

"Lie on your back. Look me in the eyes and don't break eye contact with me."

"I won't. I promise." I was breathing hard, waiting for his instructions.

Study Buddies Ch. 05

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