November 2

The second day begins with a rock hard boner, of course. You didn't quite realize things would start off this hard. You thought you might make it into at least week two before you were woken up by morning wood. Still, it's nothing a cold shower can't fix.

Today should be easy anyway. Today is Sunday, which means it's a church day. And despite your horny brain able to get turned on about, well, anything. Church has always been a challenge.

You glance at your phone, half-hoping for another message from Roxy, but find your notifications empty. It's better this way. Thoughts of Roxy now only seem to make things more difficult, more confusing. You're not sure why she's so bent on getting you to fail this challenge. Probably, it's just another in a long line of your extremely competitive games, but a small part of you can't help but wonder if there's something more at play here. Does she want you to break for her?

Well, too bad. You're not going to break. Are you?

A pair of tight fitting slacks, a nice dress shirt, and a tie complete your Sunday morning outfit. The rest of your family piles into the car and you're off, ready to spend the next few hours singing hymns and listening to a sermon that, if you're lucky, will put you to sleep.

Roxy meets you out front. You're surprised to see her. She's never been very religious, and only shows up when her family requires her to, but today, she's even here earlier. What also surprises you is the plain black dress she wears, but somehow she makes it look utterly indecent. The neckline doesn't even dip that low, but the tight way it hugs her figure leaves little to your imagination. A tell-tale smirk plays across her face, like she can just tell you're flashing back to the messages she sent you last night and now can't unsee it.

"Hey," she says, biting her lip a little. "Something on your mind?"

"Thought you'd be showing up dressed in a bikini," you joke.

She paused a moment, eyeing your crotch. "What an idea..."

You snort, following her inside. The sanctuary is warm and smells like old wood and perfume. You sit in your usual spot, fourth row, while Roxy sits right beside you.

You try not to think about the bet. The way your cock swelled after her last text. The way you barely managed to sleep. But it's hard, in more ways than one. Roxy is right next to you... and god, the way she smells: like a vanilla and sex.

During the sermon, Roxy pulls out a lollipop from her purse. It's bright red, shiny, and cartoonishly oversized. She unwraps it slowly, crinkling the plastic just enough to draw your attention, then pops it into her mouth with an exaggerated slurp.

She sucks on it, eyes locked on the pastor, but her tongue circles the candy in a slow, deliberate way. You watch, transfixed, as her perfect lips part and close, the slick of her saliva catching the light. Every time she draws the lollipop out, her tongue flicks over the end, swirling the wet, glistening orb.

She's doing this on purpose.

At first, you try to ignore it. You focus on the words, on the pastor, on the prayer. But every time your gaze drifts, Roxy is there. Sucking. Licking. Making the whole thing look like something you shouldn't be watching in church.

There's a moment when she turns her head and looks directly at you. Her lips slide off the lollipop with a loud pop, leaving a thin string of saliva that glistens, and she doesn't wipe it away. She just lets it hang there, eyes daring you to say something.

Fuck. Your cock is throbbing. There isn't even anything indecent going on. Roxy is dressed in her Sunday finest, all she's doing is enjoying a candy. And yet all you can think about is your hard cock slipping inside...

Damn it.

The sermon ends a few minutes later. You ask your mom for an early ride home, claiming sickness. It takes a cold shower to undo the effects Roxy had on you. Thankfully, that's enough to not think about masturbating for the rest of the day. But a cold bit of dread enters your chest as you consider the next week... What will she be up to at school?