Sinful Secret

Left For A Naked Girl

My parents had arrived thirty minutes later and my father came knocking on my door. I closed my journal and stuffed it under my pillow, before hopping up and opening the door.

"Hey sweetie", my dad said smiling at me. I smiled back holding the door open letting him in. My dad could be sweet at times, and would let me eat a sweet every now and then. "I'm suppose to come up and see how far you are on your assignment. But I brought you something back from the church", he spoke with a grin, moving his hand behind his back, revealing a wrapped chocolate chip cookie. "Sharon held a bake sale that church. Don't say anything to your mother about this okay", my dad spoke.

I gasped grabbing the cookie from his hand, pulling him into a hug. :Thanks daddy"! I whispered excitingly as he patted me on the back.

"Now finish your assignment for the morning and don't forget to pray before bed tonight. I'm sure you have some sins that need accounted for. Like temptation..." he spoke getting firm for a brief second.

My eyes widened as the thought of them knowing I snuck out with the neighbor boy and talked about sex stuff and saw a movie would be the worst thing in the world. Did he know??

"Im sure god will be forgiving over a little sweet tooth though", he then winked, allowing me to let out a sigh of relief. "Goodnight Winter".

"Goodnight daddy", I responded shutting my door with a deep sigh. Finally I was left alone to daydreams about the night I had. It was filled with so much excitement. A part of me felt awful for lying but yet I couldn't help but want to do it again. Not just go out, but to see Damian again. I was so glad to actually have a friend. I didn't care anymore about him dumping paint on me in kindergarten. He seemed very eager to make it up to me now and I was more than thrilled. As I pulled the covers over me I let thoughts swirl my head of all the cool friend things we could do. Frankly I only knew puzzles and talking about the Bible. And maybe playing chess, but he knew so much more and I was more than ready to know. I just had to be careful. I couldn't cross any lines of temptation that I knew I couldn't come back from. But how would I know what that line was?

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It had been three days since I've seen Damien and it felt like an itch I can't scratch.
My mom seemed to refuse to leave the house, and wanted to spend extra time on my studies, and in the evening I would catch glimpses of Damien arriving home and going straight inside. It was agonizing waiting for a moment I could talk to him again. I know it was bad, thinking of him so much. I could hardly focus on my studies at all, and even sitting at church on Sunday was not as enjoyable as it usually was. Those four hours shared on Saturday was the most fulfilling thing I had done... ever. And all I wanted was to see him again.
Finally on Tuesday night my parents were heading off to dinner with the Coopers from church and I couldn't be more excited for the alone time. As much as I wanted to see Damien I had no way of knowing how to approach wanting to talk to him, and I definitely wasn't waltzing over there and knocking. I would probably paint, which was my only actually fun pass time, besides reading.
As I had finished setting up my easel and pulled out my art stuff, I heard a knock at my door. My mother stood there buttoning the last button on her coat. "Winter, your father and I are leaving. Now, i'd like you to know that the Cooper's son has become a dedicated member to the church and has joined the council, and looks like an excellent prospect. You're father and I are going to be seeing about his dedication tonight", she smiled, as I fiddled with the doorknob.
"Oh that's very nice mother. It's always wonderful to see people make a commitment to the growing of the Lord", I responded with a curt smile back. It was truly a beautiful thing to see people wanting to strengthen there relationship with God. Something I wasn't doing to well at lately.
"Yes, and a man like that would make a great husband", she added raising her eyebrows at me. I just nodded my head smiling. I had seen the Cooper's son multiple ties at church and never talked to him. He wasn't much of a talker, and I don't think i'd ever seen him smile, but i'm sure mother was right. "Anyway, don't stay up too late. I love you". She kissed my cheek and with that, I returned to my easel as I heard the door shut a few minutes later. I was working on my painting of Sampson, focusing on his long blonde hair.
Then there was a loud knock at my window making me jump practically out my seat. I turned, opening my blinds to see Damien hanging from the vine that creeped up the side of my house. I smiled wildly, jumping up and down from excitement.
"Could you open the fucking window already", he shouted as I realized he was literally hanging at my window.
I unlocked it, and pulled the window up allowing hi the crawl in. Oh, how weird. I've never had anyone in my room before, besides my parents, of course. "Damien. How good to see you"! I smiled as he stood up brushing off his jeans.
"Dan, you look hot when your not all covered up with your glasses and all. I can actually see your face, and your body", he spoke biting his lip, looking at me, but not in my eyes. That's when I noticed how underdressed I was. I had on a t-shirt and shorts, which I only was allowed to wear to bed. I crossed my arms over my body feeling so uncomfortable. He then grabbed my arms, the shaking his head.
"No need to hide from me weirdo. You got nothing to be ashamed of", he spoke. I stepped back shaking my head going to y closet and grabbing my jacket.
"mother says we must be modest. Especially in front of men", I repeated the words I heard a thousand times.
"Yeah, whatever. There's no fun in modesty...." he spoke walking around my room looking at my antiques. He then hopped on my head making himself ever so comfortable.
I sat next to him on my knees excite to finally have friend to hang out with. "So, where are mommy and daddy off to at this hour?" He asked.
"They have a dinner. They're seeing if the Cooper's son would make a respectable husband", I responded thinking about one day, being a wife and bearing children of my own.
He sat up, his demeanor changing completely. "You're fucking kidding me right? They say the world is an evil place, but marry you off to someone you don't even love.. or like??"
My eyes widened confused. "What do you mean? That's how my mother and father met and they love each other", I argued back. Why did he seem so upset? It was what I was told my whole life.
"That's bullshit. When are they trying to marry you off?"
"Well, when I turn eighteen. Which isn't too far away", I responded. "Just a mere seven months and I would be old enough to do the job of a woman and be...."
"Just stop. Please.. No more. I can't even. Listen you want to be friends right"? He asked with his arms crossed as i nodded. "Okay, then lets agree to have no more talk of the bible, or your parents religious mumbo jumbo. Can you do that?" I thought about his request. All I talked about with people were those things. And here Damien was wanting nothing to do with it. And to be honest part of me took a deep breathe and felt a huge weight drop from my shoulders.
"Ummm.... I guess... I just don't know what else to talk about" I told him honestly.
"I'm sure you have a million little questions swimming around in that little innocent mind of yours".
He was right. But I was afraid to ask. And I didn't even know where to start. All of a sudden ringing sound began, and he pulled a cellphone out of his pocket. I had never used one, but I've seen them when we go out all the time. "OOOOOHHhhhhhh! Can I see it"? I asked smiling at the devise. He raised an eyebrow at me holding the device in his hand.
"I don't know if you want to see what I just got sent", he responded. I frowned crossing my arms at his secrecy.
"It must be so cool to have a phone. You get to talk to people whenever you want. And I do want to know what you got sent! What can someone send you?" I asked.
"Well. they can send me pictures.." he trailed off. He pressed some buttons on his phone and then handed it to me. I looked down and the sight before me made my eyes widen. It was a girl, completely naked, laying down. I gasped dropping the phone on the bed and covering my eyes. What did I just see??
I then heard his bellowing laugh as he grabbed the phone back. Why would she send that to you?" I asked with a distaste in my mouth.
"Because it's what girls do when they like guys, and they want to have sex with them", he explained. I opened my mouth to retort how sex should be saved until marriage, but I remembered he didn't want me to bring that up.
"So... Sex is how you make babies", I spoke trying to understand why she would send the picture.
"Yeah, but it can also just be for enjoyment. You don't have to make babies to have sex, weirdo". He was talking while still in his phone. He definitely seemed preoccupied now.
"What does it entail"? I continued wanting to know more. I was getting a bit frustrated that his attention was elsewhere. I guess a naked girl is what gets a guys attention. He looked up for a minute, with knitted eyebrows. "well, it starts with kissing and that shit and then... well... Would you like me to show you?"
I then scooted back a bit, not prepared for what he was suggesting. He rolled his eyes standing up. "That's what I thought. Anyway I gotta go, but good chat".
I stood up in confusion. "But you just got here. What about doing friend activities? And....and...." I was so distraught. I wasn't ready to be alone again.
"Look Winter, you're entertaining and all with all your innocence and crap, but I got a girl, who wants to fuck... I mean have sex, and that trumps this at the moment", he spoke walking close to me. He put his hand on my chin making our eyes meet. "I'll see you little Jesus freak. He did the eye thing again, removing his hand, and exiting my bedroom door, probably going out the front door considering my parents aren't here.
It just hit me that the neighbors may notice and tell my parents. I'm sure Damien is smart enough to know if it was too risky to go out the front. after all, he knows the neighbors much better than I do. When the door closed, I went downstairs to lock the door, a frown emitting on my face as I was all alone, left for a naked girl.