Chapter 15: Religious Rachael

Dear Diary - (July 3) I'm turning over a new leaf. I'm sixteen now and I lost my old diary. I sure hopes nobody ever finds it - unless it's me. I would be just mortified if someone ever read it and I've prayed every night for the last week that nobody will. Since this is my first entry, Diary, I'll have to give you some background about why I'm so scared my diary will be found.

There isn't anything special for the first three years, from when I was 11 until 14; it's mostly childish silliness. But after that it's awful. If anyone ever read about how Reverend Gill helped me, taught me to manage my emotions and things, they'd get the wrong idea, I'm sure. He was so nice. Just a student pastor and he insisted that I call him Tommy when we were alone. I guess he'll get married before I'm old enough but... I can always hope. And

he's still helping me, too.

G'night, Diary

Dear Diary - (July 4) It's a holiday and I don't have much to do except write. I had to stop last nite because I got to thinking about Tommy and I had to go to bed and... well, maybe I won't tell you exactly what I did, but it helped me sleep. This is my first time away from home. I'm helping out at a summer church camp... they call me a 'Counselor' but I'm not sure how I can counsel anyone at my age, even if the kids here are all younger. It's kinda fun though and I spend most of my time running games, races and that kind of stuff. The other counselors are all older than me and Bill, the guy who's sort of in charge must be at least twenty. He's a College student and he sorta reminds me of Tommy except that he's bigger and better looking.

Anyway, I hafta write down about me and Tommy. Like, since I turned twelve (it seems ages ago) I've had real difficulty in being a good Christian. Oh, I don't steal or swear and I pray and go to church regularly, but I get these funny, warm feeling in my tummy. I didn't know what it was at first until I talked to Rhonda about it. That was a mistake, I guess, but she sure had an explanation. She said I was just 'horny'. (I can use the word with you, Diary, but I'd never actually say it. It's not exactly swearing but... ) Anyway, at first I didn't believe her but I know now she was telling the truth. (Except, maybe, about what she did about it.) But I think I'm going to have to marry young so I don't become like her. But I wish my bubs weren't so fat. That's made things more difficult because the boys... and sometimes men... look at them and try to feel them. And I gotta go again,

G'nite, Diary

Bill felt like an imposter. His Aunt Bonny had got him this job supervising a church camp even though he was not much of a churchgoer. And, to make it worse, there was all this young, nubile, scantily clad flesh around. He'd have to be careful and stay away from temptation... or at least, to resist it since he couldn't really stay away. The other counselors, though, were not very tempting. Mostly girls and very plain and disgustingly pious, except for Rachael, the youngest. He knew from the records that she was sixteen and she was pretty, no, beautiful. She was also fabulously busty although she tried to hide that fact.

Dear Diary - (July 5) It was a sort of eventful day. Bill had me working with him, teaching some of the girls to play baseball. I'm not very good at it but he taught me as well as them. But I think he has the same probelems I (and Reverend Gill) have. He couldn't keep his eyes off Shannon, and she didn't help much. She's not as fat up top as I but she shows off everything she has. They should have a rule about tight T-shirts and skimpy shorts. And, to make it even worse, she bumped against him every chance she got. I might have been that way except for Tommy's help. (And she's only 13, too.)

Anyway, Diary, I said I'd tell you more about how Reverend Gill helped me. He was wise beyond his years and, right away, he saw that I was bothered. He said that he was, too, and he talked to me about it. He told me how girls get in trouble and how God had made us like this for a reason. Long ago it was OK because girls got married when they reached their teens and sometimes even younger. He said that the Mormons still do that a lot. But, since we don't get married that young any more, it's OK if we do safe stuff to get relief. I felt a lot better then because I'd been doing that for two years but feeling guilty, like I was sinning. He said, too, that if two people liked each other special, then they could do it to each other, if they kept it a secret. So, after he explained that to me and because we were sort of special to each other, we helped each other out. But I've sure missed having him near me this summer. But I can pretend.

G'night, Diary.

Dear Cathy,

I know I've never been a good letter writer but this summer it may change. See, I'm answering your letter as soon as I got it. I miss you terribly and I don't have my cousins etc. to relieve the pressures, if you know what I mean. But this is a helluva place to put me. The counselors are dogs, except for one, but the little church girls we are teaching (or whatever) are enough to make a churchgoer out of me. None of them are older than 14 but some of them are stacked. (I'm trying to make you jealous so you'll come and visit me.) One of then, Shannon is a little sexpot and I'm sure she was coming on to me today. But the sexpot I want to see... and other things... is you. I have something for you that I'm holding in my hand right now.

Luv, Bill.

The kids who attended the church camp lived in tents, four in each, and the counselors lived in a sort of co-ed dorm with single rooms containing only a bed, a chair and a small desk. The bathroom for men was at one end, the one for women at the other end. The religious staff, ministers who taught bible study in the mornings, had a separate and more luxurious dorm.

Bill had a glimpse of Rachael that morning as she returned to her room from the bathroom and, for a change; she wasn't wearing the baggy sweater she usually did. She had on a T-shirt and no brassiere and he saw her big, fat, melon-like tits jiggling and bouncing as she ran back to her room. God! What he'd give to get close to them! And she must have seen his reaction, too, except for the sudden erection that popped out in an instant.

Dear Diary - (July 6) I made a mistake today. I didn't wear my robe to the bathroom and Bill saw me when I ran back to my room. His eyes got as big as saucers and I know it was because he saw how big I am, up top. I think he's tormented the way Reverend Gill and I are. But he's very careful around the girls, even though some of them, Shannon especially, are acting like little sluts around him. It must make it especially difficult for him. Do you think, Diary, that I should sort of find out if he? Like? I don't know? It helped me and Tommy and maybe he doesn't know how God means for us to control ourselves. I'm scared that one of those sluts will tempt him beyond control and he'll sin. I'm sure, from the way Shannon acts, that she's like Rhonda and does sinful things with guys... maybe even men? Gotta go,

G'nite, Diary

"Have you seen the raccoons, Bill? Over by Lily Lake?"

"No. Are there many?"

"Yeah... lots of them, I guess. I heard the girls talking about it. They went over, after dark, and I guess the little rascals sit up and beg for food."

"Lets go over tonight, Rachael. We can get some scraps from the kitchen and feed them." Damn! Is she really offering me a chance to feel those jugs? Maybe she got a glimpse of my hard on, yesterday?

"Sure, Bill. Sounds like fun. I'll meet you at the kitchen right after the evening service." Maybe I can find out if we can help each other. He seems so nice that I know I can trust him.

Lily Lake was about a fifteen-minute walk from the campsite. It was a picnic area with tables and benches and a covered, but open, kitchen facility where people could cook. As soon as they were out of sight of the camp, Bill cautiously took Rachael's hand in his as if to signify that he thought this was more than just an animal watch.

With great difficulty, Bill managed to keep his hands off her that evening but the girl was so nice, so innocent and vulnerable, with uncharacteristic respect for her sensibilities he made no move. They talked a bit about religion and outwardly it was a very platonic evening.

Dear Diary - (July 12) I have been a most unfaithful writer but the past week has been so, so busy. Mainly because I go walking with Bill every evening. I'll try to make up for it tonite. We've found this wonderful place right next to Lily Lake but away from the picnic site. I think it used to be the kitchen shelter and they must have built a new one. Anyway, there's a table and a bench and a roof so we can sit, mostly we sit on the table, and look at the lake but sometimes we sit on the grass so we can see all the stars.

I let him kiss me, after the first night we went to the Lake. He's so gentle and, even though Reverend Gill told me I shouldn't let anyone else put his tongue in my mouth, I let Bill do it. But I know how to be careful so I don't get carried away. I can tell that he really wants to touch my breasts, too, but he's so kind and gentlemanly that he doesn't, except once in a while as if it's by accident. I'm sure glad Reverend Gill taught me how to do what I do to keep away lust. I wonder what Bill does?

Dear Cathy,

I'm not going to mail this letter but I have to write some stuff down so I can keep from going crazy. I don't think I ever took a girl out six times before without at least trying to cop a feel but Rachael is so religious that I'd likely scare her away. I have to figure out some way. She's not cold, though. God, she kisses fabulously! Maybe I'm missing out by being too much of a gentleman?

"Uh, Bill? What do you think about the way Shannon acts? I mean... like... can I talk freely, Bill? What I want to ask sort of embarrasses me?"

"Sure, Rachael. I hope you feel free to say anything at all to me. What do you want my opinion on?"

They were sitting on the grass under the stars and Bill's groin was aching after fifteen minutes of hands-off her tits, hot tongue kisses. Soon he either had to make a move on this one or find a way to get that little sexpot, Shannon alone and fuck her brains out. There was no doubt that she was offering it.

"Uh... like? I can see what she does around you, Bill... showing off her... you know... bubs... and I guess you can se what kind of girl she is. It kind of worries me that she might... you know... cause you to give in to sin?"

"Mmmm... it's kind of difficult, alright, Rachael. I guess you've been my biggest help because when I'm really tempted, I remember you and I think about how I'd lose your respect and it would be a sin, too. It would be easier if... no... forget I said that."

"What, Bill? What were you going to say?" The girl's soft mouth covered his and their tongues meshed in a hot, wet kiss. "What could I do to make it easier? Tell me, please," and Rachael snuggled closer to him, her mammoth breasts pushing against his chest.

"It's... like... you're so wonderful, Rachael... so pure and beautiful... if only we could... you know... do something to... ? I don't know how to say it? Man has... we get... oohhh God, Rachael, I'm in pain most of the time. I don't know... ?"

"Oh Bill! I do know. You don't have to tell me more. But, like... now I'm the one who's having difficulty saying what I want... but I think I prob'ly feel a lot like you do. Except you're the one that gives me those feelings. I? I had a minister last year... a student minister... and he showed me... us... what we could do to keep clear of sinful lust. I've sort of... don't think bad of me, Bill... I've sort of hoped we could... together... help each other? Would you like to touch me, Bill? Like, put your hands on me?"

"Oohhh Rachael... more than anything in the world. Can I?" Had he misjudged her? Had some horny preacher already been dipping his pail in her well?

"Hmmm," the girl sighed as she came into his arms again and, as his hands slipped under he baggy sweater, she reached behind to unclasp her brassiere. "Just for a few minutes, Bill... I'd like that."

The girl's jugs were even bigger that Bill had dreamed of and, as he filled his hands with the opulent flesh, he eased her down onto her back, pushing sweater and bra up around her shoulders as he buried his face in the warm embrace of her titflesh.

Rachael had momentary misgiving but the soft, moist kissing of her sensitive nipples and his gentle mauling of her mammoth mammaries sent hot thrills coursing through her loins. Her hands moved under his T shirt and over his bare back as she writhed in the throes of libidinous expectation.

Dear Diary - (July 13) The 13th was definitely not bad luck for me. I feel the best I have for ages. Tonight was simply fab. FAB! I told Bill he could touch me and did he ever. He's so gentle and... I don't know where or how he learned and I don't think I want to know, but he knows so much about where to touch me... and how to do it. I never, not even in my wildest, sinful dreams, imagined that I could be made to feel so complete. I'm exhausted and my insides feel like they're melted and all liquid. And I know I helped him because I still have some of him on me. Wow! I never saw the Reverend shoot so much so far. (I'm awful, aren't I!) But it almost scared me, at first. I never dreamed a man's penis (there, I said it) could be that big. I wonder if he'll hurt is wife with it when he's married. I bet that little slut Shannon would have got a surprise if she'd managed to seduce him. And I'm scared that, somehow, she'll get the chance and I don't know if he's going to be able to resist. Anyway, Diary, tonite I don't have to do what I usually do. Bill took care of me.