Beautiful Sin [ ON HOLD ]

Chapter 19.

Gemma was a kind and selfless soul, brunette hair and a bone structure of a petite woman, laughing eyes and a voice that was filled with a tranquil ring , not too high pitched, not too low. With her 5'6 height, she still managed to command the crowd with just a flick of her finger. Everyone admired her and the respect from her peers didn't seem innocuous.

She'd fetched me a seat next too her,not too much on the front row or too back, just in the middle where I sat and tried not to look too conspicuous. The flurry of activity around me hadn't died even as Teresa made her appearance, a brown leather bound book in hand. My heart stopped in a trice as I watched her set her book in the podium before beckoning a ginger head boy towards her. A few hushed whispers was exchanged between the two and afterwards, the ginger head cleared his throat and then silence descended upon us.

All eyes befell him.

" Um,before we start, I'd like to....um, open with a word of prayer...." The boy seemed shy and I felt myself being subjected to second hand embarrassed as he tripped over some words , mispronouncing others as he led in prayer.

" Amen," the crowd of 'students' chorused before the ginger head rushed to his seat almost as though he dominates as being chased from the podium. And then, Teresa braced the podium.

She looked confident, her stance commanded attention from all sexes as she flipped through the pages of her book.

" This might ta bit boring to you but you'll get used to it," Gemma whispered across me and my eyebrows arched in confusion.

" Boring?" I whispered back and she faced me ,a mischievous smile on her lips.

" Kinda..." She sufficed before Teresa stole both of our attention from the small talk.

" Today, I'll be dwelling on the topic of premarital sex ," I almost choked on my tongue as I swallowed hard, my hands clenching tight I could feel my nails denting my palms in a sharp pinch.
And then,her eyes seemed to search the crowd until, she sought mine. Our stares held for an indefinite amount of time,it might have been a few seconds but it felt like an hour.

Almost as though she could read me like an open book, she licked her lip and proceeded, eyes departing mine and back to her book. My heart palpitated as she flipped through and through, I hoped Gemma couldn't hear it from beside me.

" I think each and everyone of us in here has in one way or another been tempted to fornicate, masturbate or even engaged in some kind of sexual intercourse...." She spoke those words, so raw and without shame I felt myself sinking back into my seat. My eyes wandered over to Gemma. She was quietly chewing gum, nodding thoughtfully at Teresa's words.

I felt as though Teresa had purposefully chosen to talk about this specific topic just to taunt me. She knew I'd give in to her request so she cunningly settled for premarital sex as a topic of torture. Such a fox isn't she?

" There's no shame in that, " she proceeded." We are young and in the biological thought process, hormones are what's responsible for our lusting tendencies. I think we should blame our hormones for this." There was a hint of laughter in her words and some few of the people laughed at her words. I couldn't bring myself to smile let alone laugh. I was weirdly intrigued by the fact that this innocent being was talking about such a raunchy topic.

What could she possibly know considering she's never had a taste of that world? Or has she?

" Who here has ever been tempted to pleasure themselves? Maybe you bought a sex toy,maybe you used your sense of touch... don't be shy, we are here to learn and help each other out, isn't that so?" My eyes widened at the question but the rest seemed unmoved as hands were raised in relation to her question. I felt like I was getting dragged back into highschool,when we use to have weekly Sex education sessions and everyone would giggle and tease each other during the session. We were immature and still exploring that part of life but still, it felt like a taboo for a celibate being to talk about this kind of thing.