Mary was 20 and a devout christian and came from a very traditional family. They were respected and revered in our small town in the Midwest. All that being said she was dating me, a 26 year old hardcore atheist.

It was a secret affair. We couldn’t be seen publicly, couldn’t be ourselves around common friends. We were just acquaintances to the rest of the world. I’m not going to lie it added thrill to this relationship. We would find movie theaters in towns far away, ride the bus together but sit separately. I’d pick her up from her friends place after their bible study and hang out in isolated spots to avoid people we knew. It was a game of cat and mouse, one time we ran into her sisters at the mall and I walked in a random direction before they could see me. Another time when her dad came to pick her up after bible study she passed my car expressionless.

We met through a common friend. What started as intense debates about religion became talks about romance and love. She fell for me because I was different from the people she lived and socialized with on a day to day basis. Non religious folk were never a part of her social circle, ever.

We’ve been dating for two months now, since then all we’d done is hugged and given each other some aggressive pecks on each other’s face. We haven’t even had our first proper kiss yet. I was frustrated and wanted to change this. As usual I was waiting in my car for her bible study to end. It’s a brisk October evening. I’m wearing khaki trousers, brow boots, a blue and white patterned shirt with a black jacket. Glasses sat atop my fully bearded face. At 6 feet with an average frame I was bigger than her. She walked out with someone. Not today I thought to myself and started the engine so I could drive off. But the other girl walked back into the house and Mary came running to the car. She was excited to see me I could tell, she was smiling from cheek to cheek.

I kissed her on her forehead when she got into the car and we drove to our usual spot. It was around an old mall which was rather isolated and void of people late in the evening. As soon as I parked she turned her back to her door and put her legs in my lap. We’d usually sit this way and talk the evening away. I pulled her boots off and started massaging her feet as she talked about her day. She was a short brunette at 5 feet and 2 inches with thick eyebrows. Some would find that unattractive but combine that with her round green eyes and pale complexion she looked gorgeous. Add her tiny nose and thin pink lips into the mix and she had the sexiest look even when she was mad at you. She was wearing a dark blue sweater over a plain white button down blouse with the collar neatly placed outside. This went really well with her black stockings and knee high blue and white plaid skirt.

“What are you dreaming about, cutie?” She asked.

“No, sorry I was .. I was just lost in you, how beautiful you are” I said shyly.

“Aww, I love you, hun” she said as she hugged me.

“Hey, I wanted to ask.” I stuttered and continued “Do you want to take this further?”

She sunk a little and said “Like sex?” Her tone a little less cheerful.

“Well I mean at least a kiss. I want to physically show you my love” I said with a little more confidence.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t been thinking about it too?” I said.

“Yes… yes I have” she responded trying to restrain her excitement.

“So if I kissed you right now would you object?” I asked grinning now.

“I will not object nor initia….”

I jumped at her before she could finish her sentence and planted my lips onto hers. Oh kissing her was divine. With one hand gripping her hair and the other wrapping around her back I pulled her crushingly close to me. She put her hand under my shirt and dug her nails into my back. I could feel and even hear her heart thumping with excitement. Her breath was warm and she smelled like a fresh meadow.

I was really turned on and she felt my erection poking towards her crotch. She split her legs and wrapped them around my waist holding me down even tighter. My tongue slowly pushed into her mouth as she welcomed it with hers. Our tongues met, flailing around for a bit at first but then we got in sync with each other. Now they were dancing, gracefully sliding and wrapping around each other. We were breathless but there was no stopping us.

I pulled her head back and started biting and kissing her neck as I was doing so I cupped her left breast and squeezed it gently. She let out a very silent moan of approval. She slid her hands inside my pants and grabbed my butt pulling me closer to her. Was this my chance? I thought and started to move my hands towards her skirt to try and finger her. As soon as my fingers got into her panties she pushed me up and looked at me with a straight face, lips tight her green eyes wide open, like I was about to get a scolding. Stop looking sexy even when you’re mad I thought to myself.

“No going inside” she said sternly.

“I wasn’t going to” I said unconvincingly.

I got out of the car and pulled her out with me. It was cold now.

“Aah what.. what are you doing?” She questioned as I lifted her and plonked her butt first on the hood of the card.

“Technically this is me not going inside” I said as I pecked her on the lips and moved down.

“Woah ah aahh” she went as I unbuttoned and unwrapped her skirt. With both hands I grabbed her stockings and panties by the sides and ripped them right off. I felt goose bumps all over her thighs as I ran my cold fingers gently over them. Holding her knees I split her legs open. She covered her eyes and her face turned pink with embarrassment. She was clean shaven and wet. What a beautiful sight!

I put my hands under her thighs and raised her legs. Her labia opened up like a blossoming flower welcoming bees. As I moved in her expression changed from shy and embarrassed to someone bracing for impact. Oh stop, I thought to myself you want this.

I started kissing her inner thighs and moved closer to her flower with each kiss. She giggled, “Your beard is tickling me”. I slapped her thigh in response.

My mouth, now right over her vagina, I blew some cool air on it. She squealed, “It’s so cold, why would you do that?” and tapped me on my head. I couldn’t help chuckling at that.

Enough teasing I was going in. I dug my fingers into her thighs and put the tip of my tongue on her labia. First making straight vertical lines then circles with it. I could here her breathing getting heavier. My circle kept zeroing in on her clitoris slowly. I felt her jolting and letting out an audible moan when my tongue touched it. I rested my tongue flat on her clit for a bit and then massaged it making vertical and horizontal motions.

She screamed “fuck fuck Jesus fucking Christ”.

”Don’t take your lords name in vain” I muttered with her pussy still in my mouth.

“Fuck you, but don’t stop please” she moaned, her words barely audibly.

I put my hands inside her blouse and fondled her breasts. Her nipples were erect and possibly harder than my penis right now. I gently massaged them to relieve the tension.

She placed her right hand on my head and started making patterns with her middle finger. That’s how she must masturbate I though to myself, so much for being a good girl. With my tongue I tried to follow the patterns she was making. It was definitely familiar to her, her moaning got ever more intense.

Suddenly her thighs closed in on my head and she started shivering. It was like an explosion, she was confused between holding her shuddering legs or covering her mouth because she was moaning so loud from the orgasm. After several seconds she fell to her side, fully satisfied and exhausted. Her pale skin was pink and she was gasping for breath.

“That’s enough sin for one day” I said as I picked her up. Her eyes barely open she breathed “I love you” and kissed me on my cheek.