Pastor’s Daughter

I had grown up religious but I haven’t really been into it since I was a teenager. I never really felt comfortable with myself there. Let’s just say if I had confessed any of my “sins” I probably would’ve been thrown out for good.

I like girls…like a lot…and as I moved into college my love for women led to me having a lot of sex.

I guess to a certain point I just got tired of feeling guilty every time I masturbated. So I just stopped feeling guilty. And that kinda pushed me away from it.

I didn’t return to the church I went to as a kid until I was already a full grown adult, fresh out of college and in a new job. My mother, who was still very religious, asked me to come that Sunday because they had some kind of special service.

I admit it was nice to see all the old church people, they were very nice to me and I honestly had a good time. It was pretty customary after service to walk around and greet people and that day after service I was shocked when a familiar looking and beautiful girl walked up to me.

“Hey, good to see you again…it’s been a long time…” it took me a second to recognize her, then it hit me.

“Oh my goodness, Paige?” She smiled at me and we hugged.

Paige was the daughter of the Pastor of the church. We were the same age and were pretty close as we basically grew up together, going to Sunday school every week. She was even the first girl I kissed, grabbing a quick smooch behind some props while rehearsing for the Sunday School Christmas play when we were 10.

Paige and I sat down and talked for a good long while. Just catching up. It was really nice to see each other and get to talk again. I told her about college and my job, she told me about her time in college.

She had apparently stayed pretty close to the church, partially because her dad was the pastor but also just because she enjoyed being there.

I hadn’t seen her in like 7 years so seeing her now it was crazy how different she was. For One thing she was way more confident. She used to wear contacts every day because she thought glasses made her ugly but now she was sporting a huge pair of circular glasses with gold frames. Her hair was often modest and well kept but now it a frizzy mess of blonde curls, which was apparently its natural state. She rarely ever wore anything even remotely revealing but today she was wearing a pretty tight fitting white blouse with short sleeves, revealing her amazingly kept skin. Her breasts filled out that shirt nicely, making it fit onto her torso just right.

I was taken aback by how gorgeous she had become and was honestly starting to get embarrassed about how I looked, being dressed in the 2nd nicest shirt I own which is just an old polo. I was pretty close to asking her out but I realized that my chances were slim to none. If she had stayed this close to the church there was no way I had a chance.

We did exchange phone numbers though, just so we could keep in touch and to my surprise we did. You see when I moved back to my hometown I hadn’t really kept in contact with anyone, so it was nice to have Paige there, it was like a piece of my past but with plenty of new stuff to discover.

We texted and called each other frequently, just talking about whatever and I admit that hanging around her and getting to know more about the person she had grown into made me more and more interested in her.

One day, after finishing a very stressful day at work, I got home and just wanted to unwind. I thought about giving Paige a call but decided instead that I just wanted to turn my brain off.

One of the benefits of living alone in a 3rd floor apartment with thick walls was that I could basically do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. Which included plugging my laptop into my TV and watching porn at full volume.

I pulled up one of my favorite videos and got to it. Letting my mind go blank as I jerked off on my couch. I got so into it I almost didn’t notice my phone ringing. I paused my video and checked it to see that Paige was calling me. I considered ignoring it until I was done but I knew that would make me feel bad, so I answered.

Paige greeted me in her usual joyful way and we started talking. We were on the phone for about 20 minutes, and I was not having a good time. My cock was hard and my balls were in pain, desperate to cum. About every 10 seconds I glanced up at my TV and longingly looked at the play button. Paige kept talking and I kept listening, occasionally replying.

I entered a different trance, listen, look, sigh, reply. Listen, look, sigh, reply. Over and over again. At one point I looked up at the TV and I’m not sure what happened but there was a short circuit in my dizzy horny brain. I pressed play and the video came from my speakers full volume as the lady in it moaned like crazy. I realized my mistake rather quickly and fumbled the remote, turning the TV off. Paige had gone silent.

“…are you…watching porn..?” I stumbled over my words, very embarrassed.

“I…well…I mean I was…before…but…shit I’m sorry.” I fumbled trying to explain myself for a minute before Paige said,

“Dude…it’s alright. I don’t mind. I do it too.” I suddenly fell silent.

“You…you do..?”

“Yeah man. You think just because I’m a Pastor’s daughter that I don’t enjoy watching 2 people have sex…I mean like…who wouldn’t ya know?”

“Yeah…I guess so…huh…” our call go real quiet, as we both hesitated to speak.

“What?” Paige said with embarrassment in her voice.

“No nothing sorry, I just…well I didn’t expect that…it’s kinda nice to hear…”

“I mean yeah…I get it but still, you don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s just a thing that people do, including the 2 of us.” I took a breath of relief and Paige sighed. She started to say something then a realization hit her

“Oh my god I am so sorry…I literally just realized that I interrupted you from masturbating, shit sorry dude. You go…finish that I’ll talk to you later.” Paige ended the call very quickly and I was saddened for a moment. I chalked it up to being horny but I almost wanted to ask her to stay.

The next day I didn’t message her because I was scared things would be awkward, but later that night she sent me a link to one of her favorite porn videos.

From there our conversations shifted. We now talked openly about things I often precisely talked around, and I learned a lot. Turns out college had turned her into a bit of a slut. Not only that but she also had a few other vices, such as being a casual weed smoker.

It felt really nice to be open about my sex life, especially with someone who I’m sure experienced very similar suppression to me as a child.

We frequently sent porn to each other but never personal nudes. Until one night when I texted her to ask her what she was up to and she said she was in the bath. I jokingly said, “damn wish I could be there.” Not really expecting anything as Paige and I both knew the unspoken rule that when the other person is naked we must make a similar joke. When it took her several minutes to reply I got a little nervous. I asked her if she was okay and she responded immediately saying, “oh fine…I just had to take these.” Before sending me 3 full body nudes of her in a bubble bath. In one of them she was squeezing one of her perfect tits making a face that showed how turned on she was. I stared at them for a solid minute before saying anything. Paige just said, “well…ima wash up and head to bed. Enjoy those, BUT NO SHARING!!” I did as she said and enjoyed them throughly.

A few days later I returned the favor when she just so happened to text me while I was changing, so I sent her a few pictures of my cock. Her compliments made me feel pretty damn good…

We sent each other a few more nudes over the next couple of weeks, but nothing really advanced past that…

At least not until the phone call incident…

To Be Continued…