Chapter 2: Fathers at Church

It was Wednesday night and as usual I was at church helping out with the junior high youth group. Although I’ve spent many a night fantasizing about what fun it would be to fool around with more than a few of the cuter boys, I’d never done anything more than perhaps a little flirting here and there. This was the time I had to be extra disciplined, as sometimes when I get super horny I tend to do things I later realize that I probably shouldn’t have.

As an example, a few months ago my horniness got the best of me and I ended up fucking one of the boys who I used to teach at church. Even so, he was seventeen which is a LOT different than the fourteen year-olds sitting in front of me now. God, but some of them were SO cute! It took all my willpower not to smile and tell them how it turned me on to see them getting erections when I sat next to them or “accidentally” letting them look down my blouse or up my skirt. Although I know nothing can ever happen with them, it still makes for a great fantasy later when I masturbate. Actually, I can’t even say I WANT anything to happen. Just to be honest, I really don’t have any desire to have sex with a young boy. I really just enjoy the reaction I get from him when he thinks I do.

As much fun as it was for me to fantasize about the younger boys, what REALLY got me horny were their dads. Most of them were in their thirties and a couple were downright hunks! One of the dads I kept a special eye on was Ed. While I guessed he was in his mid-thirties, he still had the body from his college football days. Ed and his wife Nadine, who was just as gorgeous in her own way as her husband, had two boys in my youth group.

The oldest son was CJ (funny but I never could find out what the initials stood for!) was fourteen and the subject one of my more frequent teasing fantasies. He took after his dad and was already the class jock with all the teen girls chasing him. He had more than a passing interest in my boobs and more than once I caught him looking over my shoulder and I knew it wasn’t the bible I was holding causing him to take an interest. I can’t tell you how many times I couldn’t wait to get back to my room and rub myself as I dreamed of seeing him harden up every with lust for me every time we talked.

Dianna, their fifteen year-old daughter, was your typical high school girl. She had “the attitude” already working hard and had long since discovered boys weren’t necessarily the root of all evil. There were times I smiled when I noticed not only the high school boys looking at her but more than a few dads stole a glance at her developing ass and legs when they thought nobody was looking.

While Ed was a handsome specimen of a man, I wasn’t as enthralled by his personality or attitude. Oh sure, from a “church” perspective he was the perfect father and husband. He served as a deacon and was active in the community in general. Even so, I couldn’t help but notice he had the same self-important image of himself I used to hate in the jocks when I was in high school. Just because they were good looking and could play a sport, they thought they were God’s gift to women. Even with girls my age (I was twenty now, no longer a teenager!) he still had that “aren’t you lucky to know me” attitude. Maybe I was overly sensitive, I don’t know. Then again, nobody had ever told me that they saw the same thing in Ed so maybe it was just me overreacting.

To be fair to Ed, most men take a second look at me and I can’t say I do anything to discourage it so typically I don’t pay a lot of attention to them when they do. Aa lot of the fathers at church had a tendency to look at my legs and boobs more than my face when I talk to them. Really, just because it was at church why should they react any different guys normally do? Over time, I’ve become a bit desensitized to this type of attention and just ignore them most of the time. Sometimes, though, it seems to go a bit farther than others.

Last fall was the first time I noticed anything especially different or unusual about how Ed was looking at me. One of the parents had sponsored a pool party for the youth group and so I was hanging around in my swim suit. I called this one my “virgin suit” as in order to meet church dress code standards, it had to be one piece and couldn’t expose my bare ass. Even so, like any swimsuit I bought, it fit me tightly and I liked the way it showed off my curves and boobs, even if they WERE concealed from direct viewing. Needless to say, most of the boys seemed to want to talk to me more than usual, not to mention their dads!