Where it happened: A church in the country-side
When I was 19, my school took some of us to help needed children and people, “Missions” they called it, so we travelled to a pool neighbourhood very far away from home. The earth was red, we’d play with children all day and we really got along with everybody. At night, we’d sleep together inside a church.
I started talking to a 14-year-old boy who told me about how they lived here. He was really sweet and sensitive. We talked and laughed everyday, and the last night we were there he started crying, saying that he would never ever forget me. We hugged but couldn’t do much more because everybody was there, and it was forbidden to do things with the people we were helping. However, somehow they allowed him to sleep with us all inside the church. When everybody fell asleep, we would still whisper, he kept saying beautiful things about me and all I could tell him was that I’d never forget him, and that he’d been very special. His eyes and the moonlight we could see from the window got me emotional, I couldn’t help myself and I kissed him. I was inside my sleeping-bag lying down, and he was lying down next to me. We kissed and hugged and he started crying, so did I. We got closer and closer, I came out of my sleeping-bag and the next thing I knew, we were all over each other, he started caressing my hair and going down to my butt, I felt his whole body with my hands and so did he. I let him feel my breasts and my crotch, he went underneath my panties and I was wet as hell. I started caressing and suddenly going harder into his penis, and we both came silently that night. After some time he said he’d have to get further because people would suspect. We kissed and that night I sleept horny and not being able to believe that I had that kind of sex inside a chapel. The next day we went back and I never heard from him since then.