Chapter 4

June’s brother Frederick was born again, and had married Lucy, and they lived outside of Columbus, Ohio. They only had the one child, Julia. They made sure everyone knew they would have liked more children, but hadn’t been able to have more, due to some combination of biology and fate. In their sect it was expected that a couple would have lots of children.

Julia was 19 years old. She had always tried to be a good girl -- a good Christian girl. Sex was for marriage. She had taken The Pledge. She had sworn to stay a virgin until she was married, and offer her virginity to her husband as a gift. But it had been hard. Where other girls noticed boys and felt excited, she seemed to feel something deeper. She found out how good she could make herself feel with her fingers down inside her panties, and at night she fought a war with herself to keep her hand out of there. But maybe it was better to lose that battle now and then than let some guy to go all the way with her -- or for her to beg him to go all the way. Oh, that would be sinful! She had slid her finger up inside herself when her hand had been in her panties a while. She could tell exactly where the penis would go, and she could tell her body was wet inside, ready to get one. The penis would get a tight, hot, slick reception, and part of her felt like life just wasn’t going to be right until she got it.

There was this BFT. Some of the girls got it. Some put up with the itching and burning if it wasn’t too bad -- for a while. For some, their health and maybe very lives were in danger. Even the pastors agreed that avoiding serious illness was a valid reason to be flexible as to The Pledge.

Julia was uncomfortable down there. For years she had felt a sort of itch when she thought about boys. There was burning ... a burning desire, and a burning shame, but it also felt like physical burning. Did she have BFT? She could go to a doctor, of course, but all they could say was, “No, you don’t have it, it’s Whatsis Syndrome instead”, or “There is no known cause, so it’s likely BFT, so to be safe, try sex” -- if they were a secular doctor. None of the devout doctors would say that in response to a bit of female discomfort. They would want her to wait until she was at death’s door. A few crazy girls died because they were martyrs, but a few more were going to give in at the last minute but waited too long and died. She certainly didn’t want to do that!

There was that guy Jason she had met at one of the bigger church gatherings. He lived across town. He had flirted with her, and -- he was handsome!

She called him up and asked if they could meet at the public library up near where he lived. He said OK. Maybe she could get him lined up in case her discomfort got bad some day. See if he would consider it.

They met on a Saturday afternoon. After a bunch of small talk, he said, “I bet you didn’t want to meet me just to chat. What’s on your mind?”

Julia hadn’t planned for this moment, and now the full weight of her Christian faith was upon her. She could feel the blood rushing to her face, and looked down. What was she doing?

“Oh,” said Jason. “Oh, hmmm. Do you have that thing -- BFT?”

It was that obvious that was what she was thinking about? That was humiliating. Julia shrugged, then nodded slightly.

“I ... Well, I’d be happy to help you with a medical problem, if that’s what you were thinking. A friend of mine said a girl asked him to do it. I don’t think he’s very devout, though, because he kept saying how fantastic it felt and nothing about Christian duty. But I envied him -- a lot. But I’ve prayed about it, the sin of envy.”

Julia nodded slightly, still not looking up. When she did, he had nothing but a serious expression on his face -- a good Christian boy, this Jason.

“Where to go ... Hmmm, there are the Sunday School rooms at my church. It’s rarely locked, and there’s no one around on Saturday.”

Wait, she thought. She had arranged this meeting just to see if he’d be willing if her symptoms got bad. Now he was leading her towards a room where they could be together in private. And she wasn’t complaining. And they were going to do that very thing she had sworn not to do? But the itching and burning seemed worse now, somehow. She decided she must really have it and needed treatment.

He led her in a side door, and down a corridor into the baby room, where there were couches. He didn’t turn on the light. “I have to confess, Julia, I haven’t done this before. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“That’s OK. They say boys know how to make girls pregnant, without any instruction at all.”

“I guess so. Man, oh man ... Lord Jesus, let me know thy will ... I ... I think he’s saying it’s OK.”

Julia lay on the longest couch and reached up under to pull her panties down, but smoothed her skirt back down to cover herself. Showing a boy her vagina didn’t seem right. But with the panties out of the way it would be easy enough for him to find it, if he wanted. When she looked at Jason she saw something she’d never seen before -- a big stiff penis, pointing straight at her. She was a bit afraid, and dizzy, but mostly excited. He lowered himself into position, and then he lifted her skirt. He seemed confused about how to make this work. He kind of patted her slit, and tentatively poked a finger at her, but too low down. She could help with this part. They could both see his organ in plain view, but only she knew how things were laid out inside her. She used her left hand to spread her lips apart, and gently took hold of the tip of his incredibly sexy penis. He gasped, and suddenly she felt liquid surging over her fingers, and quickly pulled her hand back.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” murmured Jason. “I guess I really blew it,” he said, sitting heavily on the edge of the couch beside her.

But Julia had read about sex -- more than the church elders would probably have approved of. He hadn’t peed -- that liquid was sperm, right? This was called ‘premature ejaculation’. “I’ve heard this happens sometimes.” After she’d assured him that boys don’t need instruction, it looked like things could go wrong. “I’ll take it as a compliment that your carnal self found me so sexy your body couldn’t hold off long enough to get it into me. The standard solution is to wait five minutes. Meanwhile, this stuff...” She took her sticky fingers to her nose and sniffed the mysterious sticky stuff. Then she tasted it. Also mysterious. Kind of like raw egg white. And then on impulse she put her hand down and rubbed the stuff off right down on her vagina lips until they were creamy.

Jason’s eyes opened wide as he watched this last part and his face broke out into a lecherous smile. He tried to stop himself. Julia could just tell that his Christian education was warring with animal desire, and the desire was winning.

Julia glanced at Jason’s penis and saw it was hard. It had been nowhere near five minutes, but hardness was the important thing, right? “Ready for take two?” she said. “Looks ready to me!”

“But what if it happens again?” whined Jason.

“The book says it probably won’t,” said Julia. “I was probably not thinking about God as much as I should or I wouldn’t have read that book so many times,” she said, trying to put Jason at ease. “Come on, as a favor to me?” she said. “Medical treatment for a sick Christian girl?”

They repeated the procedure, but this time nothing surged out onto her fingers, and she got the tip nestled between her vaginal lips and nothing surged out onto them either.

Jason found the spot and pushed. Oh, that pressure against her felt wonderful! “Oh, Jesus!” he said. His stiff cock went in, filling her up right where she had wanted for so long to be filled, with just what she wanted to be filled with. He pumped it in and out once, which felt exquisite to her. “God almighty!” He went in and out once more. A few seconds later it went in a third time, but he didn’t pull it back out. Instead he groaned and gasped, and then she felt extra wetness up inside. This time he had shot the stuff right where it was supposed to go! Oh, that was wonderful! She hugged him to her tight, keeping that sacred penis up inside her. “Did I ... did I do OK?” he murmured.

“That was perfect,” she said, squeezing him a bit tighter. No need to chastise him about taking the name of the Lord in vain.

After a minute she could feel his penis shrinking inside her. The book said that would happen too.

After they were both decent again, Jason offered to walk her home, and since it was dark out she gratefully accepted. At her house he said, “Glad I could help. It was ... Well, strictly speaking, I was glad to do a good deed. But ... It was kind of fun too.”

“Kind of fun?” Julia said, looking at him with a twinkle in her eye.

“OK, incredibly fun!” He laughed.

“It’s supposed to be,” said Julia, smiling. She wanted to hug him and kiss him. But that wasn’t part of the medical plan. So she turned away and went inside.

Had he helped her? Everything that was female about her felt better. There was a tinge of soreness in her vagina, but that was good soreness because it meant it had been used. There wasn’t any itching or burning. Had there been before? Maybe some. Maybe she had had a mild case. She was tempted to play with herself, but knew it was a sin. When stuff came out on her panties, she wrapped them in a plastic bag and threw them away instead of putting them in the laundry. She certainly didn’t want her mother to find out!

She had heard you could keep BFT from coming back if you did it regularly. She arranged to meet Jason in the church baby room a week later. After an awkward “hello”, she was on her back, panties down, dress up. Jason never hesitated or raised religious considerations after that first time.

That breathtaking embodiment of masculinity, his erect penis, appeared and quickly zoomed in to exactly where she wanted. She was so happy to feel it inside her, to feel it thrusting, and then to feel it twitch and spurt and see the ecstasy on Jason’s face. It didn’t take more than a couple seconds. Once again she held him tight to her. There was nothing wrong with hugging, right? It would have been nicer if her dress and his shirt hadn’t been in the way, but this was medical treatment, right?

When she got home, she went right into her bedroom. She was so horny! Dipping her fingers inside her she could smell his semen, and that was so exciting. She touched herself just a little, just at that one spot. It had felt good before when she touched herself there, but now it felt much better. And she wanted to keep touching. She moved her fingers in and out, pressing and releasing, in the same rhythm as Jason’s penis. And for the first time in her life, she felt this overwhelming pleasure and release. An orgasm! She smiled and relaxed. But with lust satisfied, her religious faith demanded her attention. Touching herself was a sin. But once she was doing the touching, was it more of a sin to keep going and to get that feeling? To treat her Jason had had to have an orgasm, so that sin at least was forgiven because of the worse outcome it was preventing. But women were supposed to feel good during sex. The books even said a husband should make sure to give his wife an orgasm whenever they had sex, because it was only fair. But of course this was just medical treatment, so any attention to her pleasure would be sinful? She should get a pass because those medical treatments aroused her without satisfying her. And it didn’t take very long. Her Christian self was confused and off-kilter and she didn’t really try very hard to see how valid this thinking was.