tulipsonanorgan
Really Really Experienced
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Taylor put on the pink lace thong and bra and the little pink dress that David said she looked so cute in. Last night, he had proposed to her, and she had said yes. They were both 18, and the wedding was set for the weekend after they graduated high school. They both had taken the pledge to remain chaste until married, and they had both stuck to the pledge. Except for one night when passion had overwhelmed him, when he had pinned her down and tried to get her panties off. He had scared her badly, and then stopped. She had felt something wet and sticky on her thigh, where he had been pressing against her, and he had never spoken of it again. He had also never worn those jeans again.
That was all in the past now, though. Taylor was going to be the best wife he could ever ask for, and that was why she was going to see Father Morgan. He was the younger of the two preachers in the parish, and mostly dealt with the youth ministry. Technically, she was supposed to see Father Ryan, but he was much older, and frankly, scared her.
When she got to the church, it took her a little while to find him, but he was in the small apartment that he lived in, supported by the church. When he invited her in to talk, there was a look in his blue eyes that made her blush. At 5'7 with long blonde hair and a 34d 24 36 figure, Taylor was used to getting looked at. She hadn't expected her pastor to look at her that way, but maybe she didn't understand what his look had meant.
"Father," she said, before they even sat down. She was too excited to wait. "I'm going to be married the weekend after graduation! My mom said I should speak to you about my ... um .. duties. As a wife, you know? Actually, she said I should speak to Father Ryan, but I guess I thought I know you better."
That was all in the past now, though. Taylor was going to be the best wife he could ever ask for, and that was why she was going to see Father Morgan. He was the younger of the two preachers in the parish, and mostly dealt with the youth ministry. Technically, she was supposed to see Father Ryan, but he was much older, and frankly, scared her.
When she got to the church, it took her a little while to find him, but he was in the small apartment that he lived in, supported by the church. When he invited her in to talk, there was a look in his blue eyes that made her blush. At 5'7 with long blonde hair and a 34d 24 36 figure, Taylor was used to getting looked at. She hadn't expected her pastor to look at her that way, but maybe she didn't understand what his look had meant.
"Father," she said, before they even sat down. She was too excited to wait. "I'm going to be married the weekend after graduation! My mom said I should speak to you about my ... um .. duties. As a wife, you know? Actually, she said I should speak to Father Ryan, but I guess I thought I know you better."