Kelly's Diary 018 - Church Picnic
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Chapter 4: After the Service
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 4: After the Service - Every year our church held a service in the woods. Usually it's a boring affair but this year my new boyfriend John made it one to remember!
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Oral Sex
“Kelly, where in the world have you been?” my mom asked as I approached her and my dad.
I couldn’t help but look at John and I tried not to smile but all that did was turn it into more of a smirk. Maybe it was the flushness of my face or John’s guilty look, or maybe it was just a mother’s intuition, but regardless of how she seemed to immediately size up the situation.
“Good grief girl, I should’ve known. You PROMISED you’d behave,” she sighed.
“No, I promised I would be GOOD,” I reminded her. Then I grinned at John and added, “And I was, wasn’t I John?”
John’s face reddened like after a first day at the beach sunburn. He had no idea that I’d told my mom everything about our previous dates and that I would eventually clue her on one what happened today later when we got home. I doubted any of his other girlfriends had alluded to him having sex with them right in front of their parents! For some reason it made me feel naughty, but in a good way.
John looked at my dad, probably figuring he was in for it now but my dad just shook his head with a resigned look on his face as if he didn’t know what to say so saying nothing was probably best.
John had to leave to meet up with his family so I walked back to the picnic area with my parents. When John was out of sight my mom leaned over and spoke to me softly.
“OK, you can tell me all about it later but I just HAVE to know - where did you do it?”
“Where else? Under the stage.” I replied simply.
My mom looked horrified and for a moment I thought she was going to say something but then she seemed to think better of it and instead just rolled her eyes at me. My dad must have had overheard because he joined in as well.
“Oh Mary, don’t get on her case. Remember where we did it during church once?”
“John!” my mom responded instantly. Then she hit him in the shoulder playfully with her fist. “Don’t go giving her any ideas; she already has plenty of her own!”
By then we had reached the food tent. The rest of the afternoon went rather uneventfully. I couldn’t wait to get home. First, I was anxious to tell my mom all about what John and I had done. Most of all I wanted to hear more about what she and my dad had done at church. My dad was right in that I had lots of ideas myself but it never hurt to get a few suggestions! The question was, would I tell John where I got the ideas from?
