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[Short Story] Abimbola, The Church Girl by Sixtie 9ine (18+)

 

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[Short Story] Abimbola, The Church Girl by Sixtie 9ine (18+)

It was a Sunday morning in 2011. I was in the church choir, getting ready for the morning service. I saw her come in and sit in the middle section. She sat alone and was about 20 minutes early. She was beautiful, with long, straight brown/black hair and dark mascara that made her eyes stand out.

We looked at each other and shared a smile, but that was all.

The next Sunday, the same thing happened. The choir was practising, and the pretty girl arrived early again. We exchanged more looks and smiles. During the service, I’d glance at her to daydream, but she’d always leave before the service ended so I never got a chance to talk to her. Then one Sunday morning, she stopped coming.

The good part was I could finally pay attention to the sermon, but I really wanted to meet her, this mystery girl with the beautiful smoky eyes, glossy kissable lips, and eyes that seemed to see right through you. But she was gone…

Three weeks passed and she never came back to the church. Thanks to social media, I accepted that I’d never see her again until something incredible happened. One evening, I was relaxing in my room, scrolling through Instagram, when Instagram suggested her account to me out of the blue. “No way,” I thought, “that’s her! The one with the eyes and the lips.” I quickly sat up and clicked on her profile.

Finally, I knew her name: Abimbola. Her bio said “Abba’s favourite daughter” and included a scripture quote. Luckily, she had a few pictures, so I did what anyone would do—I started looking through them. She had pictures with friends, at school, and at what looked like a conference. None of her photos made her look like a typical Instagram model, she didn’t come off as your typical baddie.

I returned to the top and hesitated for a minute before finally clicking “Follow.” Then I liked all her pictures. Now, it was up to her to do the needful.

The next morning, I checked to see if she had followed back, but there was no notification. Two more days went by, and still nothing. A week passed with no response at all. I started to wonder if her profile was fake or if she never even used Instagram. Finally, almost two weeks later, I got a notification that she had followed back and liked all my pictures.

The game was on!

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Two weeks after we started dating, we had lunch at my parents’ house on a Sunday afternoon. My parents loved Bimbo. She was a good homely girl from a good Christian home, fitting right in with our family’s values. Both her parents and mine taught us never to talk about money, sex, or politics openly. We could discuss money and politics privately, but sex was completely off-limits.

Our families believed sex was only for married couples, to be explored behind closed doors. On the wedding night, the bride and groom would see each other naked for the first time and “make love”. This might seem old-fashioned, but it was normal where we grew up.

Anyway, back to lunch. As I mentioned, Bimbo and I had only been dating for about two weeks. We had just smooched and kissed a few times, nothing more. We were sticking to the traditional dating rules. It was the period just before the rainy season and my mom started complaining about the heat. The weather was so hot that after eating, you felt too lazy to even stand up. My brother had his girlfriend over and suggested we all take a nap.

My parents, barely able to keep their eyes open because of the heat, agreed and went to lie down. My brother and his girlfriend crashed on the living room couch, so the only rooms left for Bimbo and me were either the dining room, the guest bedroom, or my own bedroom. We couldn’t choose a room with a bed because that would imply we might lie down together, which was only for married couples.

So, we decided to sit on the couch in the dining room. We heard my parents’ bedroom door shut, and the TV volume go down in the living room. Everyone, except us, was about to fall asleep for a nap.

The house got quiet, and soon we were whispering. We were really lazy but didn’t want to nap because we were still excited about our new relationship. Sitting on the couch, I looked at Bimbo, noticing her beautiful eyes and her perfect lips.

“You’re so hot,” I said. She smiled and looked at me with her striking eyes. “What are you going to do about it?” she asked. I just smiled back. “Where’s your room?” she asked.

“Right next to my parents’ room,” I replied. She stood up, checked if my brother and his girlfriend were awake in the living room, then peeked down the hallway to see if my parents’ door was closed. She came back to the dining room and motioned for me to follow her without saying a word. I was confused, thinking she wanted to show me something in the kitchen, but we walked past the living room, down the hallway, and into my bedroom.

I whispered, “I thought you weren’t tired? And my parents would be upset if they found us in the same bed.” She didn’t reply.

She walked in behind me, moved the doorstop, and quietly closed the door.

“Bimbo, what’s going on? They won’t like this,” I said. She calmly put her finger to her lips, telling me to stop talking. I stood in the middle of the room by the bed. She locked the door, then looked at me, smiled, and let her hair fall over her face. She looked incredibly sexy.

She walked over to me, not breaking eye contact. The house was so quiet I could hear my dad snoring through the wall. I gently kissed her, and she kissed me back, keeping her eyes open. I could taste her cherry lip gloss. She pulled away and stood in front of me, and then, it happened. Still staring into my eyes, she slowly got down on her knees.

“Oh my God,” I thought, “Is this really happening?”

I felt a rush of blood going from my head straight to my crotch, making me harder than ever before. She looked up and whispered, “Take off your shirt.” I quickly did it, feeling too excited to wait. She giggled, seeing how eager I was. Her hands moved up from my lower legs to my thighs, until she reached my rock-hard erection.

I was nervous, but her eyes stayed on mine, like she could see into my soul. She started pulling down my shorts and tossed them on the bed. I was trying to stay calm as she ran her hands all over my body. She broke eye contact to kiss my abs. I was in good shape then and proud of it, but I’d never been in a situation like this before.

She kissed each of my abs before reaching for my boxer briefs. She looked up and smiled, then pulled them down and tossed them on the bed too. For the first time, I was completely naked in front of a fully clothed girl, with my erection just inches from her face.

She looked at my dick, but her smile vanished from her face. Time seemed to stop, and I couldn’t tell what she was thinking from her body language or facial expression. All I could think was,

“Was she intimidated by my size? Could she handle it? Was it too big?” Then she smiled again, as if she needed a moment to compose herself. She reached up my leg and firmly grasped my erect, penis with her right hand, while sliding her left hand up my stomach.

It was incredible to see her beautiful hands and her perfectly manicured nails firmly wrapped around my shaft, slowly stroking me.

Her left hand moved from my abs down my body and tightly gripped both of my testicles. I let out a soft “ahh” in response to the sensation of her hands on me, and she giggled, telling me to be quiet. Standing naked in front of her, I could feel her left hand adjusting its grip on my balls.

As she continued to stroke my dick with her right hand, she gradually increased the pressure with her left hand. I instinctively tightened my abs, and she whispered,

“There it is,” enjoying the sight of my abdominal muscles flexing. The slight pain mixed with pleasure made me realize she had complete control over me, I was like her puppet. After a few moments, she eased the pressure on my balls, my body relaxed, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

She moved closer, opened her mouth slightly, and brought it nearer to my dick. I could feel her warm breath on my skin, but she hadn’t touched me yet. Pausing for a moment, her beautiful dark mascara eyes met mine.

She opened her mouth and began licking the tip of my dick with her soft tongue. Her hand firmly gripped my shaft as her tongue danced around the head.

Gradually, she took me into her mouth. It felt incredible! Starting gently, she soon increased her pace. Initially, she only took the head in, but with each movement, she managed to take more of me inside.

Despite her small mouth, I was amazed at how easily she accommodated me. Her technique was mind-blowing, her lips encircled my dick while her tongue worked from base to tip inside her mouth. It was unbelievable!

Her skills had me in ecstasy—my toes curled, and I lost myself in pleasure. Here was this brunette from church, with her captivating eyes, on her knees in my room, discreetly pleasuring me with expertise. Breaking all the rules never felt so good!

A minute later, she briefly lifted her head to catch her breath but pushed me back towards the bed. As I sat on the edge, I saw saliva connecting my dick to her mouth. It remains one of the hottest moments I’ve ever experienced. Instead of wiping it away or breaking the connection, she gave me a naughty look and moved closer to the bed.

With her hand on my chest, she pushed me back, signalling for me to lie down, but I didn’t want to miss watching her give me oral sex, so I grabbed a pillow and propped it under my head. She began sucking my dick again.

Her warm mouth felt amazing, with saliva running down my dick and pooling on my lower body. Her hands grasped my abs with desire. Her long hair partially obscured the view of her mouth on my dick, but it felt incredibly good.

Her oral skills were amazing, and within just a couple of minutes, I was almost at my limit. She was incredibly attractive, and I whispered, “Oh god, I’m about to climax.” She moved her hands away from my stomach and used one to brush her hair out of her face.

The curtain opened, revealing her perfect lips around my penis again. She knew I enjoyed watching. Just as I was about to orgasm, she used her other hand to grip my penis and began stroking me at the same speed as she was sucking.

Then, she moved her mouth down to my testicles. With both in her warm mouth and her hand stroking me, and those incredible eyes looking at me – I exploded! The first shot was so intense it went over my right shoulder.

The second landed on my chest, and the third on my stomach. Everything else dripped down my penis, over her hand, and onto my lower body. The cum and extra saliva from that messy blowjob were everywhere, but damn, I sure as hell didn’t have a problem with it. She was absolutely incredible!

As I tried to compose myself, she grabbed the tissue box from the nightstand and gently wiped her mouth. I was still amazed by what had just happened. She pulled out more tissues, tossed them on the bed beside me, and said,

“Oya, clean yourself up.” I started cleaning the mess I had made, using extra tissues to wipe off the bits that had landed on the bed. Sitting back up, I looked at her still kneeling in front of me. I slid my hands under her beautiful long hair, grasped the back of her head, and pulled her closer for a kiss unlike any other passionate, messy, slow, fast, romantic, and erotic all at once. She was both my queen and my bitch.

Her taste lingered on my lips, and I wanted nothing more than to reciprocate. She pulled away, whispering, “Get dressed before someone walks in,” then kissed me once more before standing up.

I started picking up my clothes from the bed while I watched her go back to the door. She unlocked it slowly and opened it carefully. As she walked through the door into the hallway, she glanced back at me with a mischievous smile and said, “You better tidy that up before someone catches you, young man.”

I quickly put on my clothes and went to the door to find her, but she had already left the house. I felt sad because I never saw her again. And just like that, she was gone again. Till date, whenever I think of the issue, I wonder why she ghosted me.

Written by Sixtie 9ine

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