The good little church girl

Years ago, when I was 18, I used to play guitar with the youth group at a church because my best friend at the time, Lulu—the bassist and singer—had invited me for a small payment… and any income was good.

Unlike the other group members, I wasn’t a believer, so sometimes when everyone closed their eyes and bowed their heads during mass, I just kept watching the people in the wooden pews from my seat.

Since I’d started playing there, I noticed this really pretty girl—slender, fair-skinned, with long straight brown hair. She sat in the front rows every week, and for the last couple of months, her honey-colored eyes were the only ones that met mine when everyone else looked down. Her reaction was simple: she’d smile and blush when she saw me smile back, her cheeks turning that same reddish-pink as her lips.

“It’s never gonna happen,” Lulu told me when I asked who the girl was the following week. “Her name’s Ana, she’s Mrs. Bety’s oldest daughter.”

“The one who organizes everything here?” I asked.

“Yeah… the one who pays us.” She laughed a little before continuing. “And she’s Father Carlos’s niece.”

“Shit, I better just forget about her,” I said, and we both laughed.

As usual on Thursday after our little rehearsal, my friend Lulu invited me to come to her youth group meeting… same as always, I refused.

“Ana’s always at the meetings,” she said with a slightly mocking tone. I shook my head. “We also have pizza.”

“You’re not gonna convince me, Lu. I’ll wait for you across the street.”

I always waited for her smoking and drinking water, sitting on the curb across from the church to walk her home carrying our instruments and amps.

When the meeting ended, I watched everyone file out. Mrs. Bety was waiting for her daughter, leaning against her car. Lu crossed the street saying goodbye to the lady, and I noticed Ana’s gaze on me while her mother talked with other young women. Ana raised a hand to wave at me. I threw up a peace sign in response, and she smiled. I could see her mom’s gaze shift from me to her daughter, then she motioned for Ana to get in the car. When Lu reached my side, she turned to look back at the church.

“Dude,” she said, grabbing my arm. “Ana asked about you. Well, she asked about my boyfriend, but I told her you were my best friend. And she asked why you always stay outside.”

“Speaking of which, how old is Ana? She looks really young,” I said to Lu as we walked.

“She’s actually older than us. She’s 19.”

During Sunday mass, I noticed Ana’s gaze and smile again. The following Thursday, while waiting for Lu, I saw Ana cross the courtyard that separated the church office buildings from the sanctuary. When she came back, she stopped in the middle of the patio and waved at me smiling. Again, I raised my hand in a peace sign and smiled back. Ana started walking toward the church exit, her light dress with pink flowers swaying slightly below her knees as she approached me, framing her slender legs. The bunch of keys in her hand jingled almost like little bells.

“Hi,” she said as she finished crossing the street. “You’re Eme, right? Lulu told me.”

“Yeah, and you’re Ana.”

“How do you know?” Her eyes narrowed slightly as she asked.

“Everyone at church knows you.” Ana let out a laugh.

“Yeah, I guess so,” she replied. “Hey, why do you never come to the meetings? You’d have fun and meet people.”

“Not really my thing, but thanks,” I answered smiling.

“I’ve noticed you don’t pray when everyone else does. If you don’t believe in this, why do you come?” The bluntness of her question shook me a little.

“Honestly?” I said looking her in the eyes, and she nodded. “Lu invited me, and they pay me to play four chords with some minors thrown in… it works for me.”

Ana laughed, covering her mouth to not make too much noise. You could see in her eyes that it was genuine laughter at my response.

“At least you’re honest,” she said, still laughing slightly. “I like that. Do you have Facebook? Can I add you?”

“You have something to write it down?”

“I’ll remember and find you when I have my phone. You know Lulu, right?” I nodded silently. “That way I can find you easier.”

That same night Ana added me and started stalking my profile. While I was having dinner, several notifications came through—she was liking various things I’d posted, both photos of me, my videos playing guitar, or just memes and funny stuff I’d shared. Checking her profile, I only found photos of her with her family or at church events.

Sunday during mass, when they did that peace greeting thing, we played an instrumental version of The Beatles’ “Let It Be.” It was the only moment we were allowed to play something that wasn’t a religious song, but it couldn’t stray too far from church tone. So when the guitar solo came, I slightly turned up the volume to let the overdrive shine a bit more. I played with my eyes closed before returning to the chords, and when I opened them I noticed Ana’s gaze fixed on me. Father Carlos was also watching from the altar and raised his thumb with a slight smile.

“That was such a pretty song you played during the peace greeting,” Ana said as we were putting away our instruments after mass. “Did you write that solo, Eme?” Lulu let out a little laugh that sounded like she was clearing her throat.

“No,” I answered smiling at her. “It’s ‘Let It Be’ by The Beatles.”

“The name sounds familiar, but I don’t know them. Can I message you later and you recommend me some music?”

“Yeah, sure.”

While we walked to Lu’s house, she couldn’t help bringing up Ana.

“…I think she likes you. I’ve never seen her come up and ask about our music before.”

“I thought she was like, celibate or something.” Lu started laughing at my comment.

“Well, us good girls sometimes get curious about what’s beyond what we’re taught too.”

“Lu… you can be a lot of things, but ‘good girl’ isn’t one of them.”

“Asshole!” We both laughed and kept talking as we walked.

It was past 10 at night. I was in front of my computer looking at tabs and playing guitar when a message from Ana came through on my phone.

“Hi, Eme ☺️ I looked up The Beatles and ‘Let It Be’ is really pretty, but I found another one called ‘Helter Skelter’ 😮 that sounds really heavy. I don’t know how to explain it, but I liked it. Do you know it?”

“Yeah, it’s their loudest one. Your family would probably call it noise lol”

“Can you play like that?”

“Yeah, I can show you how I really play sometime.”

“Yesss 😍 Thursday?”

“Sure, Thursday works.”

We kept talking for a couple of hours about music and movies—topics Ana was interested in but her family didn’t give her much freedom to explore. She was used to hearing pop ballads and watching family films.

“Hey, do you have more tattoos besides the one on your wrist?” she asked.

“No, just this treble clef. I’m guessing you don’t have any.”

“No, but I want to get one. I’ve seen girls get a little cross on their ankle and it looks really pretty.”

Right away she sent a photo of her leg lifted and bent, showing her ankle and her foot with pink-painted toenails. But since the photo was taken from her chest level, you could see the skin of her thigh so white it seemed to glow on camera, a little light blue pair of shorts that served as pajamas, and the lower part of her ass cheek.

“Oh, I didn’t picture you wanting to get one. Nice leg, by the way. Question: have you ever done anything bad, Ana? lol”

“Hehe thanks, I wanted you to see where I want it. And rude lol I’m not a little girl. Lately I’ve been doing something I couldn’t tell anyone about.”

“Not even me?”

“Maybe you, but I’m embarrassed.”

“Why?”

“Because like… it involves you hehehe”

“Oh yeah? Tell me.”

“No hehe I’ll tell you later, I’m getting sleepy.”

During our rehearsal the following Thursday, Ana sat near the door, attentive to everything we played. When we finished, I told Lu not to put away her bass and connected my distortion pedal—something I could never use during mass. Ana came closer, watching curiously what I was doing. Meanwhile, the drummer and keyboardist left the room; they usually picked up their instruments after the youth meetings.

“Turn it up,” I told Lu, pointing at her instrument. “Let’s play ‘Helter Skelter.'” Ana smiled, and Lu also nodded with a grin.

I started playing and noticed Ana was surprised by the “dirty” sound of my guitar. I sang into Lu’s microphone, rasping my voice without hurting it, and her bass rumbled bouncing off the walls of the small practice room.

Suddenly the door opened while we were playing, and seeing Mrs. Bety enter, we stopped dead.

“You’re not thinking you’re going to play that noise during mass, are you?” Her gaze shifted between Lu and me.

Ana, standing almost beside the lady, smiled and looked down when her mom said “noise.” I think she remembered that was the same word I’d used for what her family would think of that song.

“No, Mrs. Bety,” Lu said. “We were just practicing something for ourselves.”

“Very well. Ana, we need to finish setting things up. Let’s go.” She immediately headed for the door.

When she left the room, I raised my right hand and did a little military salute. Lu laughed seeing me, and Ana smiled discreetly as she approached me.

“Tomorrow is the patron saint festival here, you should come,” she said, getting closer until she completely invaded my personal space. She rose slightly on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear, then gave me a kiss on the cheek and quickly left to follow her mom.

Lu and I watched her leave, then looked at each other. She bent down and opened her backpack to get something.

“Here.” She extended her hand with a Kleenex. “Before her mom sees her lipstick on you.” I took the tissue and wiped it off.

Friday afternoon I picked up Lu and we went to the parish. The place looked different—full of lights and decorations. All along the street in front of the church there were tons of people, lots of food stalls, and some carnival games. I felt a little out of place, but Lu, who’d attended this church for years, knew the people and what went on. She guided me, taking my arm or hand to move around or if she wanted to play something.

Suddenly, among the crowd leaving the last mass, I saw her. Ana had her hair up in a ponytail. Her makeup was light as always. She wore a black pleated skirt that reached her knees, a small black purse hanging from her shoulder, and an immaculate white blouse with the parish name printed in gold letters on the chest and the year 2012 beneath it.

When Ana’s gaze met mine, she smiled and turned to say something to the group of girls she’d left the church with, then started walking toward us.

“Lu,” I said to my friend as Ana approached. “Do you mind if I leave you alone for a bit?”

“No,” she answered smiling. “I know more people here, don’t worry. But I don’t want to walk home alone, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll find you later. Keep an eye on your phone in case I don’t see you.” I said and started walking across the courtyard toward Ana.

“Eme,” she added before I got too far. “Don’t get us kicked out.”

“I won’t.” We both smiled.

“Hi,” Ana said when we met, and continued before I could say anything. “I’m going to the classroom building. When I get there, head over and go inside. The door’s open. The bathrooms are there—if my mom sees you or anything, you can ask her where they are.”

“Okay?” was all I managed to say as she started walking away, turning her back to me.

I did what she said, and fortunately, I didn’t run into her mom. The building seemed empty, only the exterior light was on. When I entered, on the left side there were two wooden doors I assumed were the bathrooms. In front of me stretched a long hallway that I recognized—the second door on the right was the room where we rehearsed, and to my right there were stairs leading to the second floor.

For a couple of seconds I didn’t know where to go, until I heard the jingling of Ana’s keys. I looked up to the second floor and saw her shaking the keys over the railing, smiling at me. I quickly climbed the stairs. I’d almost reached the top when we heard the building door open. We both looked at each other in silence, like time had frozen.

“Miss Ana?” a man called out loudly.

Ana went down halfway before speaking. When she passed me, she silently said “the janitor.” For some reason, I couldn’t help noticing her white sneakers that looked brand new and broke the darkness of the place—they contrasted completely with my old black Vans that now looked gray.

“Hi, Mario,” she responded completely calmly. “My mom asked me to check if there were any chairs left up here, and I brought a friend to help.”

“Oh! No, tell your mom I think we already brought them all down. If you need to turn on the lights, remember you have to flip the black switches first.”

“Yes, thanks Mario,” she answered smiling.

The man left the building, letting the door close behind him, and Ana ran up, taking my hand to lead me to one of the classrooms. She opened the door with a key, and inside there was only a desk illuminated by moonlight coming through the window. From the chalkboard on the wall, I guessed they gave some kind of classes in there.

Ana left her black purse on the desk, and I grabbed her by the waist, turning her to kiss her. She hugged me, pressing her body against mine. The fruity scent of her hair mixed with the soft perfume she wore.

“Want to know what I can’t tell anyone?” she whispered in my ear.

“Yeah, tell me.”

“Many nights, before sleeping, I touch myself thinking of you,” she said very quietly and softly, looking into my eyes and caressing my hands. “Thinking your fingers are the ones touching me, that you’re the one inside me.”

“Yeah?” I lifted her slightly, making her sit on the desk, and began caressing her warm thighs, going higher and higher. “Like this?”

Ana nodded silently and let her head fall back slightly, supporting herself on the desk, arching her back a little, her small breasts rising toward me.

I started caressing her pussy over her little panties while kissing her neck. She gave little sighs and moaned softly with closed lips. I placed my hands under her skirt on either side of her waist and pulled down her underwear. I took off her little pink panties, pulling them over her white sneakers, and tossed them next to her purse.

I used my fingers to masturbate her a little while we kissed. I could feel her rapid breathing and the slight spasms and moans my hand provoked as I played between her legs with no trace of hair.

A few minutes passed. I could feel Ana’s wetness on my fingers. Then I knelt down on the floor, lifted her skirt higher, and ran my tongue over her several times to start eating her out. She scooted forward a little and spread her beautiful pink labia with two of her fingers, making an upside-down peace sign on her skin so my tongue could enter her.

“Nobody’s ever done that to me. That feels so good,” she whispered.

I stood up again and kissed her. Ana wrapped her left arm around my neck, pulling me closer, while with her right hand she started stroking my erection through my jeans.

I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants, freeing my cock. Ana took it in her hands, caressing it gently. She let a little saliva fall on the tip of my dick—the head seemed to shine in the beam of light coming through the window. I moved toward her entrance, and she guided me inside her slowly. I could feel her legs wrapping around mine as I moved inside her. Her moans were muffled against my neck, and I felt her warm breath on my skin.

At one point, Ana leaned back on her hands, and I lifted her blouse, caressing the soft skin of her abdomen, wiping away a few drops of sweat that ran down her, until I reached her bra, which matched her little panties. I lifted it and began caressing her breasts and nipples while continuing to fuck her. She moaned, pressing her lips together, her gaze constantly seeking my eyes.

I brought my mouth to her right nipple, sucking and biting it a little while my hand played with her other nipple. Then I switched breasts and could feel Ana’s vaginal contractions squeezing my cock inside her. She lay back on the desk, her hands caressing her breasts, her white skin and little pink nipples shining in the moonlight.

I pulled my dick out of her and masturbated a little until I came on Ana’s labia and mound. She sat up and hugged me again. My cock still had little spasms against the fabric of Ana’s skirt as we kissed.

Ana took some Kleenex from her purse, and we cleaned ourselves up as best we could—the sweat and other fluids. We adjusted our clothes and left the place, leaving everything as it was. Before leaving the building, we kissed again. She went out to the courtyard, and I went into the bathroom to kill some time and leave separately.

I looked for Lu, and after a while we left. She didn’t miss the opportunity on the way to her house to ask what had happened and how it went.

At Sunday mass, Ana kept looking at me and smiling. For a short time, we were together, and she kept exploring her freedom with me.