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I had always been the good girl, with good grades and hopes of ending up in the media organization of my dreams. I was the sort of girl everyone knew or thought would turn out successful. That was true to some extent till that moment I had a D in my exam. Everyone would have suggested that I tried harder the next semester but then it dawned on me that maybe after all my efforts academically, I may not end up where I wanted.

Then I agreed to go to the club with Sasha and Wendy. They were really excited because it was something they had always wanted to do with me.

I felt awkward stepping into the club, with bodies touching bodies, the sweat and noise. Following my friends, we found a spot and Sasha got us drinks. I avoided drinking because I am really lighthearted but that very night, I didn't really care as I downed the bottle into my system. I felt the effect almost immediately. It was nice. I felt free, as though I could do anything. Then I went into the dancehall, wiggling my butt to the rhythm of the music.

It wasn't long before I felt a presence behind me. I turned and he gave me a sly smile. He was attractive with white teeth that shone in the dark room. I smiled too and continued dancing with him. I never knew I had it in me but it all came naturally. Soon, I could feel his throbbing dick against my butt. I liked the way it felt, so I continued, feeling it get bigger and bigger. The more I felt it, the more my body tingled. It felt wrong because I was against one night stands. I felt commitment should go hand in glove with sex. But at that moment, I didn't care. I was needy and here was a willing dick. I can't say if it was all me or just the alcohol. But all I knew was I took his hand and we walked outside to where there was less noise. I asked him if he had a car. He nodded in the affirmative and took me to the car. It was pretty too dark to see and I was wasted. Resting against the car, I let my lips meet his. Without the slightest resistance, he opened up to me. He tasted like coffee and I wondered when he had that. But it was nice. Sweet and savoury. And the deeper and more intense the kiss grew, the more my body tingled. I could feel myself already wet in my pants and as he slid his hand down there, I felt I was going to melt. I threw my head back and enjoyed as he played with my clitoris. It was even more intense when he put those same hands into his mouth, making eye contact.
I was more than grateful when he opened his car. Shamelessly, I got in there, raising my gown up, taking my pants off. He smiled and stared at me, as if taking in the whole sight. Then he got on top of me, rubbing his cock all over my pussy and it sent waves all over my body. And in that instant, I begged him to actually have sex with me. Like a victorious soldier, he slowly slid his dick into my over ready pussy. He was big. I felt little pain, but it was pleasurable. He began with lazy strokes and slowly increased the pace till he found a rhythm. He went faster and deeper and I felt him in my womb. My climax started building and with every thrust, I felt like screaming out my lungs. We kept going at it till my legs hurt and then, shaking and screaming, I came. That must had triggered him to come as he immediately pulled out, splashing on the floor.
My Head felt better, seeing what had just happened, I quickly ran out of the car, to find my way home.

Days later, my mother asked me to come home for a crusade that was being held. Reluctantly I went home, thinking I would actually feel less guilt and condemnation.
On getting to the church with my mother, I sat down waiting for it to be over with.

Then the pastor climbed on the altar and it turned out to be the guy I had sex with in the club.

VeekeeO:
I had always been the good girl, with good grades and hopes of ending up in the media organization of my dreams. I was the sort of girl everyone knew or thought would turn out successful. That was true to some extent till that moment I had a D in my exam. Everyone would have suggested that I tried harder the next semester but then it dawned on me that maybe after all my efforts academically, I may not end up where I wanted.

Then I agreed to go to the club with Sasha and Wendy. They were really excited because it was something they had always wanted to do with me.

I felt awkward stepping into the club, with bodies touching bodies, the sweat and noise. Following my friends, we found a spot and Sasha got us drinks. I avoided drinking because I am really lighthearted but that very night, I didn't really care as I downed the bottle into my system. I felt the effect almost immediately. It was nice. I felt free, as though I could do anything. Then I went into the dancehall, wiggling my butt to the rhythm of the music.

It wasn't long before I felt a presence behind me. I turned and he gave me a sly smile. He was attractive with white teeth that shone in the dark room. I smiled too and continued dancing with him. I never knew I had it in me but it all came naturally. Soon, I could feel his throbbing dick against my butt. I liked the way it felt, so I continued, feeling it get bigger and bigger. The more I felt it, the more my body tingled. It felt wrong because I was against one night stands. I felt commitment should go hand in glove with sex. But at that moment, I didn't care. I was needy and here was a willing dick. I can't say if it was all me or just the alcohol. But all I knew was I took his hand and we walked outside to where there was less noise. I asked him if he had a car. He nodded in the affirmative and took me to the car. It was pretty too dark to see and I was wasted. Resting against the car, I let my lips meet his. Without the slightest resistance, he opened up to me. He tasted like coffee and I wondered when he had that. But it was nice. Sweet and savoury. And the deeper and more intense the kiss grew, the more my body tingled. I could feel myself already wet in my pants and as he slid his hand down there, I felt I was going to melt. I threw my head back and enjoyed as he played with my clitoris. It was even more intense when he put those same hands into his mouth, making eye contact.
I was more than grateful when he opened his car. Shamelessly, I got in there, raising my gown up, taking my pants off. He smiled and stared at me, as if taking in the whole sight. Then he got on top of me, rubbing his cock all over my pussy and it sent waves all over my body. And in that instant, I begged him to actually have sex with me. Like a victorious soldier, he slowly slid his dick into my over ready pussy. He was big. I felt little pain, but it was pleasurable. He began with lazy strokes and slowly increased the pace till he found a rhythm. He went faster and deeper and I felt him in my womb. My climax started building and with every thrust, I felt like screaming out my lungs. We kept going at it till my legs hurt and then, shaking and screaming, I came. That must had triggered him to come as he immediately pulled out, splashing on the floor.
My Head felt better, seeing what had just happened, I quickly ran out of the car, to find my way home.

Days later, my mother asked me to come home for a crusade that was being held. Reluctantly I went home, thinking I would actually feel less guilt and condemnation.
On getting to the church with my mother, I sat down waiting for it to be over with.

Then the pastor climbed on the altar and it turned out to be the guy I had sex with in the club.

Oh

Bruh ...