‘What are you doing?’ He asks her.
They’re in her bedroom, away from the world. Him, 26 and her, 17.
She’s closed the door behind her, unbuttoning her plain white work blouse button by button.
He can already glimpse the lace detail of the black bra beneath her.
‘Dear God…’ She says, unbuttoning another button.
‘Thank you for bringing Henry to me in my time of need.’
Another button comes undone. Two to go.
His eyes want to sink down and take in how her small breasts are kept hidden behind the cups of her bra, but there’s something in her eyes – something dangerous. Manic.
‘Thank you…for this moment together, O Lord”
One button to go.
‘And in all the moments that have come before.’
The last button is gone. Her eyes, greyish blue, are locked on to his as she peels away the blouse, revealing a lightly tanned stomach, freckles sprawling sporadically across the skin. The blouse floats down to the floor.
Her hands are reaching down to her jeans, unzipping the fly.
‘Please instil with me the p…the power, God..’
‘Power’ comes on loose lips, wiggling out of her shaky voice. Her voice is airy, dreamy. Possessed.
‘The power to be good. To do good. To be better.’
Alex is wriggling out of her jeans. They fall to her knees, revealing pale legs and skimpy black lace panties.
She kicks the jeans off to the floor.
‘And please watch over me, over us, and fill our hearts with love and magic. And passion.’
She unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her bare breasts, her dark areola. Goosebumps trailing across her skin. The slightest hint of veins running beneath, pumping blood through her body, silky warm.
‘I’m thankful for what you’ve shown me, God, and who…you’ve ‘ – the words catch on her throat, her chest tightens as she breathes, excited and nervous. ‘Brought to me.’
She hooks her fingers around the waistband of her panties and slides them down, revealing the thin line of hair marking her slit.
Her eyes never break contact.
For some reason it came to me – the idea of a religious teenager praying to god while undressing for the person she lusts after. I found the psychological interplay – her eyes on him, in command, betraying the idea of religion or subverting it in a wholly different environment – to be very sexy. Hopefully you enjoy it too!