Chapter 8 – Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Before Miss Lily and Father joined us the next morning, Chastity asked us why our doors were locked the night before. Luke blanched. I pounced.

"Protection from you and your sister."

"You don't need protection," she answered, looking at me.

"You're not sneaking into his room through mine. I'm not stupid." I was surprised she didn't answer that Luke could have locked his bathroom door, but she didn't. Instead, she just smiled at me. It was a sinister smile.

Once our doors were locked that night, I told Luke I wanted to see all of him. I promised only to look.

Luke pulled his socks off, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and stepped out of them. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He was in front of me in only his boxers. He was stunning.

"These, too?" he asked.

"Those, too."

He turned his back to me, slipped his boxers over his rear end, and stopped. He was either having second-thoughts or teasing me.

"Ready for the showstopper?" he asked.

"I'm ready."

Luke pulled his boxers off and stood with his back to me. He looked like he had been chiseled from stone. He flexed his biceps for me while bowing his right leg and then his left leg. He lowered his arms, covered his genitals, and turned around.

"Stop teasing me," I begged.

He dropped his hands. His penis hung against his scrotum. His treasure trail led to a full, black bush. His penis was thick. His scrotum was round and full.

"How are you not hard?" I asked.

"I'm too nervous. I'm pretty terrified right now."

"Me, too."

Luke reached down, pulled his boxers back on, and announced it was my turn. I didn't like the turnabout. It didn't seem like fair play to me.

"I'm too self conscious," I said.

"I'll walk you through it. Simon says, 'take your shirt off.'" I did, pulling it over my head.

"Simon says 'take your socks off.'" I did, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling them off.

"Simon says 'unbutton your jeans.'" I did.

"Now, unzip them." I did.

"You lose!" Luke bellowed, laughing. "I didn't say 'Simon says.'"

"You're ridiculous."

"I know. But, you suck at Simon says. Let's try again. Simon says 'slip your jeans off.'" I did. I now stood before Luke in only my Under Armour boxer briefs. I was nervous, but my nerves did not soften me like Luke's softened him. I was visibly aroused.

"Simon says, 'remove your underwear.'"

"I can't. I'm hard. I'm embarrassed."

"You have to. You have to do what Simon says."

"Cover your eyes." He did, and I slipped my underwear off, pinned my penis to my abdomen, and covered it with my hands.

"Okay," I said.

"Wow," Luke said. "You are stunning. Move your hands. I want to see your penis."

I closed my eyes, moved my hands away, and then covered my eyes with them. I was mortified.

"You have a nice penis," he said. "Big, but not too big. I'm going to have a lot of fun with it."

I uncovered my eyes, opened them, and raised my eyebrows.

"Maybe not today. But, someday. Hopefully, someday soon."

"Are you hard?"

"I am."

"Let me see it."

"Come over here." I did, and he pulled his boxers out, showing me his thick, bullet headed erection. I could only stare.

Luke broke the silence. "I think yours is longer. But, mine is thicker."

"It's really thick," I agreed. When I looked up, Luke pressed his lips to mine and pressed his tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him against me, chest to chest. When we finally parted, Luke whispered, "I love you, Bennie Boy. A lot."

"Oh my goodness, Luke, I love you, too. So so much."

As we kissed again, I felt Luke slide his boxers down to his thighs. We were hard against each other, and Luke took us both in his hands and held us together. I felt like lightning was just about to strike; the hairs on my arms and legs stood straight out.

He moved his hands back and forth, pleasuring us both at the same time. In only a couple of strokes, we both finished on the other. I apologized.

"There's nothing to be sorry about," Luke assured me.

"That's the first time someone else has made me come."

"I know. Me, too."

After we cleaned up, we settled into my bed, still naked. I spoke first. "I thought we were going to wait until we talked to Pastor Chris."

"You know what they say, 'the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.'"

"I don't think we should be talking about the road to Hell at this point. I'm worried we're on it."

"We're not. What we just did was beautiful. Too beautiful to be sinful. If Pastor Chris disagrees, we'll just beg for forgiveness. After all, it's easier to beg for forgiveness than it is to ask for permission."

"Well," I said, taking him in my hand for the first time. "If we have to beg for forgiveness anyway, we may as well make it worth our while."

I was surprised by how he felt. He was hard and pulsating, but the skin and head was soft and supple. I buried my tongue in his mouth as I felt his orgasm build in my hand. He came as I kissed him.

I was so close, it took nothing for him to finished me off. As soon as his strong right hand gripped me, I spilled on him again.

We slept naked together. We prayed before we went to sleep. Luke led it, and it was very simple. "Thank you, God, for blessing us with love to give each other, with the patience and wisdom it took to find each other, and for the courage to stand together. We pray this in the name of Your Son, Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Amen."

"Amen."