Jan 17 2005 – Church and an afternoon at Jim’s

Jan 17 2005 - 7:30am

Dear diary,

Well, I’m up. And I guess I’ve got a few minutes to write in you before I go to school.

Couldn’t get out of church yesterday. I tried the whole ‘I’m not feeling well’ routine, but mom said I was just hung over and made me go anyway. I swore that I hadn’t been drinking, except for a few beers and she said in that case I was well enough to go to church. I guess there’s logic in there somewhere, but I was too tired to work it out.

I told her that church shouldn’t be so early and that our science teacher said teenage metabolism doesn’t work until later in the day. Mom said I could go to the evening service, or take a shower to wake me up for this one. I chose to take a shower. I was still planning on going to Jim’s this afternoon and I didn’t want to tell him I had to leave early to go to church (and I certainly didn’t want mom calling me up whilst I was there).

The shower woke me up OK and I started to feel alive again. As I was getting dressed (virginal white pants and a sweater) I got the wicked idea of going ‘commando’ again. No one would know – only me – and it wasn’t like I was wearing a skirt, but even so, it felt deliciously wrong somehow.

Church was weird - A little cross section of our school and home community who got together once a week and looked really strange and out of place: As I went in, Timmy, suited up and looking nerdier than ever, smiled at me and tried to engage me in conversation. What a hypocrite! Two weeks ago. He was cumming on my tits at a party! …Of course, two weeks ago, I was sucking his cock, so maybe I shouldn’t judge. As I avoided Timmy, I caught sight of Trish. She smiled at me and I felt guilty that I haven’t spent so much time with her since I discovered football. Maybe I should see if she wants to join me and the guys sometime.

Trish does the whole double life thing much better than the rest of us I think. There she was chatting to her parents and smiling at the neighbours in church. It was hard to think that she was the same girl who was jerking Timmy off over my tits at that infamous party (or that it was her infamous party) (and, now I think of it, why isn’t Timmy trying to chat her up – she’s the one who brought him off). One person who does not handle the whole double life thing at all well is Darlene. I saw her at church too, but so obviously dragged there by her parents. She mouthed ‘See you at Jim’s’? to me and I smiled back in confirmation.

5:45pm

Woah! I really didn’t mean to write that much about church! Dear diary, you must think I’m a religious nut. Anyhow, its after school now and I can get on with writing about my afternoon at Jim’s, which is what I was supposed to be writing about this morning. I can’t remember anything else about church anyway… Except that, going in just a sweater and no bra made my nipples really itchy. And I was really aware of my bare pussy inside my white pants. I was really panicking that it would get damp and sticky and start to show. And so I wriggled in my seat every time I felt a bead of moisture ‘down there’ and mom had to tell me to sit still like she did when I was in the third grade.

I also started to feel guilty about sixty-nining with Jim on Saturday. I don’t know why – I am still a virgin… kinda.

6:30pm

OK. That’s all getting a bit weird. On to the fun stuff:

I saw Jim again on Sunday afternoon and I guess we are now a couple. I spent the whole afternoon sitting on his lap, as we smooched and explored each other’s bodies. I don’t think we caught any of the game (at least, I didn’t – I kept catching Jim peering past me – though mainly out of habit I think). Steve, Dante and the guys had to get their own beer and chips, because Jim had eyes only for me (and the game sometimes).

Jim loved to fondle my bare titties under my sweater. I think he wanted me to take it off, but I wasn’t going to do that in front of everyone else. Not whilst I was sober at least. I do have some standards. After a while – and once I had a few beers and a tequila inside me – I did let him push the front of my sweater up and he started sucking on my nipples, which felt just delicious. I was Jim’s girl and he was sucking on my tits.

As I wriggled around on his lap (in my jeans now – I had changed out of my church stuff) I could feel his hard cock, rigid and pressing into me. I longed to have it thrusting into my pussy. The morning’s guilt was a million miles away now.

But Jim was a gentleman (or at least, he didn’t want to miss any important touchdowns) and instead of taking me to bed (I think I might have let him) he settled for sliding his hands inside my jeans instead. I was already wet and more than willing by the time Jim’s fingers got to work on my sopping pussy. I knew that Jim was a lot more experienced than me, but even I was taken by surprise at how quickly he reduced me to gasping quivering wreck.

I started crying out in pleasure and by this time I didn’t care that we had an audience of all our friends. I did look round at one point (Jim was still sucking on my nips). Through half glazed eyes I noticed that the game watching seemed to have been abandoned. We had started a trend: Darlene was on her knees, sucking off Dante; a couple of the other girl’s were doing the same for their boyfriends; and a couple of guys who didn’t have girlfriends had taken themselves in hand (!) enjoying the view.

As I felt a surge of desire rush through me I wanted Jim to share my pleasure and so I wriggled on his lap until I heard a grunt of satisfaction and felt his damp sticky warmth against my hip.

Your little football fan (who missed most of the football yesterday!),
Ely