The Tales of Christian Boy and Loser Girl

2|| Church

Josh's POV:
I lean against the wall, waiting for Crystal to come out. The door opens and she steps out, and I stare in awe. "You look...beautiful." I say, staring at her. She blushes, smiling a little. "Is this okay for church?" She asks, looking down at her outfit. "Yeah. It looks amazing on you." I say, holding out my hand. She takes it, following me down her stairs and into the living room. "You guys coming?" She asks, looking into the kitchen. Her mom is doing dishes and her brother is eating. "We decided not to go today. You guys have fun!" Her mom says. Her brother looks at her, the look on his face saying it all. "Don't do anything too stupid, don't get pregnant, and don't get into a fist fight.". "I'm gonna be fine." She says, rolling her eyes. We walk out, seeing some of the neighbors already walking to the church. "Is your mom still mad at me?" She asks, squinting from how bright the sun is. "A little. I think she kinda forgave you." I say, holding her hand a little tighter. "I'll apologize when I can." She says. "Really? Didn't see you as the apologetic type." I say, looking at her. "I'm not. I just like you and I need your mom to like me if we ever want to hang out again." She says. My heart skips a beat. Does she like me like me? Or just as a friend? Am I being friend-zoned? Who knows. We walk up the stairs to the church, entering through the large door. I see my mom and brothers, all staring at me. My mom has this look of rage on her face, but she sits down without a word. I pull Crystal into one of the open benches, sitting down on the cold wood.

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The mass is almost over, only about twenty minutes left. "Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?" She whispers into my ear. Her breath against my ear sends shivers down my spine. "Yeah, you can tell me anything." I say. "Can we talk in private?" She asks, looking at me with her big beautiful eyes. "Um, I don't really know any places that are private. What about the confessional?" I say, looking around. She grabs my hand and pulls me into the confessional, looking out to make sure no one saw us. She closes the door and turns back to me. "What are you doing!? We're gonna get caught in here! If someone finds us we will be in so much trouble!" I say in a hushed tone. "Do you like me?" She asks, grabbing my upper arm. "Yeah..." I say, looking at the ground. She kisses me, making me yelp in surprise. Our lips disconnect with a wet popping sound, leaving me with butterflies in my stomach. "What was that for?" I ask, letting out rigid breaths. "Just cause." She says. She pushes me against the wall, kissing me again. Her hand creeps down my pants, making me jump. "W-wait! I'm not supposed to do this till I'm married!" I say, grabbing her wrist. "You might not live long enough to get married. And I can tell you're turned on you know..." She says giggling. She unbuttons my pants, sliding her hand into my underwear. I moan as she moves her hand up and down my shaft, making her giggle again. I kiss her neck, my rigid breaths sending shivers down her spine. "Am I making you feel good baby?" She whispers into my ear, making me fidget. "F-fuck...mmm, yeah. It does f-feel good." She starts moving her hand faster, the pleasure crippling me. "Please don't stop touching m-me," I moan, getting close to the edge. She moans as well, grabbing a fistful of my shirt. "I c-can't hold it," I say, cumming in my pants. She laughs, kissing me again. "See you in a bit," she says, walking out of the confessional. I lean against the wall for support, cum in my underwear and pants halfway down. "Fuck," I say, still gasping for breath.

Crystal's POV:
I go to the bathroom and wash my hands, looking in the mirror. Plan's going well. Day 1 have fun, day 2 give him a handjob. Day 3 fuck him. Maybe that part won't work, I think. I laugh to myself, walking out of the bathroom and down the street. When I finally get to my house I see a note in the door.

Mom and I went to town to pick up groceries. Be back in a few hours. Don't commit arson.
-Eric

"I can't promise anything," I whisper to myself. I walk inside and throw my clutch onto the couch, walking into the kitchen. I grab a water bottle from the fridge and open it, taking a swig. I walk into the living room and put on the TV, leaving on the same channel for background noise. I pull out my phone and open my contact list, calling my best friend Kara.

"What's up Cris?"
"Nothin much, just gave that hot dude from yesterday a hand job. During mass. In the confessional."
"Cris you slut! How?!"
"Got him into the confessional, kissed him a bit, slid my hand into his pants, and the rest happened."
"You are the horniest virgin I have ever met."
"Kara, I know for a fact you look in the mirror at least once a day."
"*laughs* shut the fuck up! I haven't given some dude a hand job in a confessional!"
"He said he liked me and I like him too! I'm reeling him in! *laughs*"
"Whatever. Anyway, how's-"
"Hold on, someone just knocked on the door."
"IS IT HIM!?"
"Jesus Christ let me open the door woman!"

I open the door to see none other than Josh, standing there with a stupid grin on his face.

"Kara, I'll call you back in a bit."
"*gasps* It's him isn't-"
I hang up the phone, looking back up at Josh. "Hey." I say, cheeks going red. "You were talking about me weren't you?" He says, the same stupid grin on his face again. "Yeah I was actually. I can't keep any secrets from my friend Kara. She knows all." I say laughing. He laughs, looking down at the ground. "What are you a vampire? Get inside!" I say, pulling him in. (For those of you who don't know, vampires need to be invited into your house to get you. PSA over). "So, what do you wanna do?" I say, sitting on the couch. "Well, in return for your hand job, I would like to take you out to dinner. Are you free tonight?" He asks. "No. I'm fifty bucks an hour. Of course I'm free! I don't have anyone to hang out with here!" I joke. "Well, how about I pick you up at six for dinner at La Viola? It's this Italian place on Milton Street." He asks, handing me a card. I look at it and see a phone number scribbled on it. "One, is your mom gonna be there watching us like a hawk? And two, is this your moms number?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "No and no." He says, smiling. "Good. It's a date then." I say, clasping my hands together and smiling.

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A/N: LOL HAND JOBS
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Cameron