The Little White Chapel

“You know, we could go to hell for this,” I said as Amanda opened the door to the little chapel.

I had met Amanda four days before. We were both in high school and attending a conference at a camp that was owned by a religious organization. Fate had played a hand in us being placed in the same training group throughout the week. We met at lunch on Monday and by the assembly Monday night, we were holding hands.

Through the whole conference we were inseparable. The only time we were not together was when we were in our cabins sleeping. I would walk her to her cabin every night, and I would be waiting on the porch every morning to walk her to breakfast.

We were both seventeen. Amanda was five foot tall and weighed no more than ninety pounds. She was petite, with blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, that seemed to sparkle around her pale skin. I was you average seventeen year old guy, but next to Amanda I looked like a giant.

In every training class we attended we sat together. Our hands seemed to never be apart, except in the presence of the chaperones. It was Wednesday when things started progressing a little farther than typical puppy love.

We were sitting at a table in one of the training sessions. Amanda moved her hand from mine and placed it on my thigh. I moved my arm up and laid it on the back of the chair she was sitting in. Her hand laid motionless for a few moments, then she began to softly squeeze my thigh. I looked at her, but she made no attempt to look back at me.

As I stated earlier, I was a typical seventeen year old, so when her hand began to squeeze my thigh, it sparked my hormones. My cock immediately became hard, my heart began to pound in my chest, and my palms become sweaty. I attempted to concentrate on the presentation being given and was having success, until her hand began to creep upward.

My hand gripped the back of her chair as her palm rubbed up the zipper of my shorts. I looked at her and without looking at me she licked her lips. Then her hand gripped the bulge in my shorts. I almost shot my load then and there.

Luckily, the session was over. Before I stood up I untucked my shirt so it would cover the bulge. When I stood, Amanda gave me a devilish smile. We held hands and went to the next session. The whole way across the campus, we talked, but neither of us mentioned what had happened.

I have to confess, my shower that night lasted a little longer than normal. My mind drifted back to Amanda’s hand on my package. I blasted the biggest load of my life and watched it go down the drain.

The next day was Thursday, and the next to the last day of the conference. I was sitting on the doorstep of Amanda’s cabin when she walked out. That day she was wearing a one piece shorts outfit. It honestly looked about one size to big for her, but I complimented her anyway. She was pretty, no matter what she wore. We joined hands and walked to the cafeteria for breakfast.

After breakfast we went to our first session. We sat in our normal seats, at the back table of the classroom. As soon as we sat down, we held hands. After a short time. Amanda pulled my hand to her and placed it on her thigh.

My hand had rested there before, so it wasn’t really a surprise. The surprise came when Amanda lifted the material from her leg and pulled my hand between the material of her shorts and her bare leg. I am not sure how to explain what happened next, except my male instincts kicked in.

I rubbed my hand up her bare thigh to the crease between her sex and her thigh. I moved my fingers to graze over her panty covered mound, but there were no panties. My fingers landed on her downy covered lips. I heard a soft moan escape her throat.

I scooted my chair away from her a little so my arm was more comfortable and less suspicious. My fingers dipped between her plump lips and I traced my finger up and grazed her clitoris. She immediately grabbed my wrist and would not allow me to move it away.

For the remainder of that session, I strummed her clit. When she finally allowed me to pull my hand away from her, she looked at me and smiled. She had a flush look on her face. I assumed she had orgasmed by the wetness I had felt between her legs.

When we arrived at our second session. I attempted to repeat what I had done in the previous one, but she stopped me. This time, she placed her hand over my hard cock. She began to try and unbutton my shorts, but was having a hard time due to the trying not to be seen. So I did the gentlemanly thing and unbuttoned them for her.

She ran her warm hand between my abdomen and boxers and took my hard cock in her hand. She slowly stroked me, while the session continued. She would stroke it a few times, then run her finger over my head and smear the precum. How I didn’t come is still a mystery to me.

Lunch was after that session. While at lunch we sat at a table in the corner of the cafeteria. We both had suspicious smiles on our faces.

“I am not a virgin,” Amanda confessed, surprisingly.

“Neither am I,” I replied. It wasn’t a total lie. I had not actually had sex before, but I had penetrated a girls pussy with my penis while playing truth or dare at a party. I had been dared to put my cock in one of the girls pussy, and I did. I put it in and took it out.

“How hard do you think it would be for you to sneak out tonight?” She asked.

“I don’t think it would be hard. I have heard a couple guys sneak out this week.”

Then we plotted our plan.

At midnight, an hour after lights out, I was hiding behind a tree in front of Amanda’s cabin. I was only there a few minutes, and I saw her slip out of the door and slowly close it behind her. I emerged from my hiding place and we escaped in the shadows.

“You know, we could go to hell for this.” I said as Amanda opened the door of the little chapel.

She looked back at me and smiled. She led me through the chapel, past the statue of Jesus, to a small room in the front of building. She opened the door, the moon light was shining through the small window and gave the room a romantic glow.

We walked to the center of the room and Amanda turned toward me and stepped back. Her fingers moved to her outfit, the same outfit she had worn all day. She slowly unbuttoned the buttons. When the front was open, she pulled her arms from the top and it fell to the floor.

She stood in front of me with nothing on but her flip flops. Her breast were small, just small protrusions from her chest. Her nipples were hard. Her stomach was flat and hips narrow, but she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

Before I could move, she knelt down in front of me and reached up and began to unbutton my shorts. This time, she had no problem getting them unbuttoned. She unzipped them and they went to the floor.

My cock was already hard and had formed a nice tent in my boxers. She looked up at me and smiled as her hand pressed my cock to my stomach. She kissed my cock through the material of my boxer as she ran her hand up my leg and caressed my balls.

She pulled my cock out of the fly of my boxers and began to stroke it while looking up at me. I pulled back from her and removed my boxers and shirt and stepped back to her. Her hand returned to my cock. I could barely see, but I could tell her fingers fell short of wrapping completely around my cock.

She moved closer, the anticipation alone almost pushed me over the edge. She parted her lips and her tongue circled around my head. She pushed my cock against my stomach and licked up my shaft.

Then she aligned it with her mouth, opened wide and engulfed my cock. She worked her mouth back and forth a couple of times. I pushed her blonde hair out of her face so I could watch. She shifted her head forward and placed her hands on my buttocks and pulled me to her.

I held on to her hair as she took my entire cock into her mouth. I felt her throat contract around my head, then somehow, she slipped her tongue between my cock and her bottom lip and licked my balls.

That was too much. Without any warning, my cock erupted in her hot mouth. I think she was as surprised as I was because she fell back, and the remaining of my eruption hit her on the chin and chest. My knees went weak, and I struggled to keep my balance.

She giggled as she watched me regain my composure. Once I was back to my senses, I knelt down beside her. We kissed. It was our first real kiss. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and I sucked it as I pulled her petite body to me. The remnants of my orgasm on her chest smeared on to mine.

While we kissed, I eased her on to her back. She opened her legs inviting me in, but I was not ready for that. I broke our kiss and kissed down her chest. I gently sucked on her small breasts, sucking them entirely into my mouth.

Her hands pulled my head to her. Her moans assured me that she was enjoying it as much as I. I rotated from one breast to the other, then moved down. I honestly had no clue what I was about to do, I just knew I wanted to taste her.

I nestled between her thin legs. I ran my finger up her slit. She was so wet. I used my fingers to open her lip and lowered my face and licked her clit. She instantly jerked.

I placed my hands under her ass and lifted it to my face. I clumsily licked and sucked on every inch of her sex. Apparently I was doing something right because after about five minutes of licking and sucking, her legs tightened around my head and her whole body jerked as she moaned loudly.

I continued to suck and lick until her whole body went limp. I lowered her ass to the carpet and kissed back up to her lips. We kissed again. This time the kiss lasted longer and was more passionate. I lay on top of her, bracing on my arms. Her legs open and knees bent.

She broke the kiss and looked at me and smiled. “Make love to me Jeff.”

I moved my hips and tried to find the spot. She giggled and reached down and took my cock and guided me to her pussy. She used her hand to move my cock up and down her slit. Then she placed it at her entrance and pulled me to her. When she removed her hand, I pushed all the way in.

We both gasped as we joined. She was so tight. Her pussy fit like a glove one size too small. I held still, allowing both of us to get use to the joining. “Are you okay?”

She nodded. I noticed her eyes were squinched closed. I heard her exhale, and her legs lifted and wrapped around my waist. I slowly withdrew, and pushed back. We slowly fell into a slow and intense rhythm. We kissed as we matched thrusts.

It wasn’t long before that familiar feeling returned to my balls. It was then I realized we were unprotected. I continued to make love to Amanda, and she returned the passion to me. It was a perfect dance.

As both of our passion built, our thrust became harder and even more intense. We were no longer kissing. I was braced on my arms above her body. Our stomachs slapped together as my cock sawed back and forth in her tight, wet pussy.

“Don’t stop, Jeff, oh god don’t stop!”

I didn’t stop. I continued to pump in and out, even though I could feel my balls about to erupt. I wanted to please her, I wanted that night to be one that neither of us forgot. Her body began to tremble under me. Her head was tossing back and forth on the chapel carpet.

The longer we went the louder she got. I look back and figure the fear of being heard was the only thing that allowed me to last as long as I did. Then all of as sudden her body stiffened. Her blue eyes opened wide. Her mouth opened wide but no sound escaped.

I felt the muscles in her sex tighten around my cock, and it was at that point, I couldn’t hold back and I could not pull out. I erupted inside her sending my seed into her womb. My whole body went numb except for the feeling of my cock spitting come inside her.

We both fell limp in our orgasmic bliss. I fell beside her, her legs still wrapped around me. I was still inside her. When I opened my eyes, she was smiling at me. I returned the smile and gave her a kiss on the lips.

We laid there for a while, then got up and got dressed. I walked her back to her cabin, then I went to mine. I lay in bed that night with mixed emotions. So many questions and no answers. I tossed and turned until I finally drifted off to sleep.

The next day everyone was packing and getting ready to leave. I hurried and threw all my stuff together and went to find Amanda. I waited at her cabin until she finally came out. We hugged and I helped her carry her stuff to the bus she was riding home.

We exchanged telephone numbers and addresses. She also assured me that she was not going to get pregnant. Although I was not completely convinced, I made her think i was. She kissed me on the cheek as she stepped on her bus. I walked beside the bus and watched her until she sat down.

That was the last time I ever saw Amanda. We talked on the phone a few times, and I sent her a letter, but eventually we lost contact, but she will always have a special place in my heart.

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