McKenna, Youth Pastor, 26

Her tits ached in her bra. This wasn’t because of anything to do with her tits themselves, but because that was the only place she could hide the pack of cigarettes she made sure to always have on her without getting another damn lecture about smoking from whoever might see her. She was 26 and tired of everyone thinking that they could tell her shit about what she did with her own damn body. Smoking was one of the few vices that she really allowed herself to maintain.

Everyone had cleared out of the youth room, but she knew she wasn’t free just yet. Not only did she have to close everything down, making sure things were in order, but she needed to wait for more people to clear out. The cigarette was calling her name and she knew that she could not wait much longer.

She did what she needed to get done and was about to leave, when the door to the youth room opened. “Fuck,” she swore under her breath, hoping whoever it was had not heard her. Though the people in the church didn’t hear it, no one in her family, though her dad was certainly better than the rest of them, had clean mouths. Technically it was another vice she allowed herself, but she also didn’t really think it was a problem. She just didn’t need anyone in the church hearing her.

“Hey McKenna,” she looked up as she heard the voice. She wasn’t sure it could be anyone worse. Zack had to be the most frustrating person in the entire church. Though she and her family were huge hypocrites, Zack had to be the worst. Though the church (and thus her family) taught rather conservative things, they rarely mentioned most of the things they struggled with. Zack, however, was vocal about sex only being in marriage while fucking any woman in the church who would open her legs for him. When it came to smoking, drinking, and cussing, however, he didn’t do them and expected everyone to do the same. That’s why McKenna hated him so much.

“What do you need, Zack?” She tried not to sound too irritated. She didn’t need him getting all self-righteous at the moment. She just wanted a damn cigarette.

Having shut and locked the door, he had a crooked smile on his face as he started walking toward her. “I think you know exactly why I’m here, McKenna.”

She sighed as she watched him beginning to unbuckle his belt as he walked toward her. Though she wasn’t in the mood for this, Zack was probably the best sex she’d had with anyone from the church. She hated it, but she could get wet from just remembering what he could do with what he had between his legs.

Before she could even think enough to say anything, Zack was right in front of her, his slacks unzipped and opened, his boxers slipped down to just below his balls, his hard cock in his hand and her eyes were right there.

The cigarette was still calling her name, but the dick in front of her screamed almost as loudly.