Raised in a strict religious home, Faith was a devoted Christian who safeguarded her chastity until the special evening of her marriage. Being beautiful, young, and full of curves, the teen drew attention wherever she went. In school, boys constantly harassed her to go out with them, but she knew they wanted to do evil things to her. The Church was Faith’s refuge until it wasn’t. More than a few married men from her congregation tried to lead her astray and she made it a point to never be alone with any of them. Her parents were proud of her unblemished reputation, praising her and reinforcing her belief in purity.

Despite maintaining her virtue, Faith was naturally curious about the intimate act she’d share with the right person. This curiosity led her to form a strange friendship with the school’s biggest slut, Monica.

With her short skirts and smudged eyeliner, Monica shared her tales of passionate encounters and wild parties. Faith was horrified and drawn to Monica’s rebellious spirit. The unexpected bond turned them into confidants. Faith saw Monica’s life as a forbidden fruit tree, the kind that whispered tales of pleasure she was desperate to understand. On the other hand, Monica was intrigued by Faith’s steadfastness and innocence, a stark contrast to her own experiences.

Monica had selected an alternative lifestyle. “You’re only young once!” she would say to Faith, “Have fun while you can!” Monica found wicked delight in spilling all the juicy details of her romantic escapades. Faith would listen wide-eyed torn between her envy of Monica’s carefree life and her solemn promise to God. Monica saw the world as a playground, and the boys as toys to be enjoyed and discarded. She flitted from one fling to another, leaving a trail of broken hearts and whispers in her wake. Her vibrant laughter would echo through the school halls as she recounted her latest conquest, painting a picture of a life filled with passion and excitement that was worlds apart from Faith’s quiet, disciplined existence.

The unusual friendship grew stronger with every shared secret. Faith was drawn to Monica’s tales of lust and desire, feeling a strange warmth blossom within her core as she listened. Yet she controlled her curiosity from doing something foolish or sinful. Her parents had ingrained in her the importance of purity and the sanctity of marriage. Her father was a deacon, and her mother, the embodiment of the virtuous woman from the scriptures. They had high hopes for their daughter and expected nothing but the best from her.

Monica had a way with boys that seemed almost magical to Faith. She could turn their heads with a flick of her hair, a bat of her eyelashes. They fawned over her, eager to do her bidding, hoping for a crumb of her affection. Faith watched from the sidelines, feeling a mix of admiration and apprehension as she saw the ease with which Monica navigated the tumultuous waters of teenage love. It was like watching a siren lure sailor to their doom, yet somehow, Monica remained unscathed, always coming out with a new tale of pleasure. Faith couldn’t help but wonder if her righteous path was truly the one that would lead her to happiness.

The two girls met regularly after school in Monica’s bedroom, a quiet place where their contrasting worlds could coexist without judgment. They would lay on the patchwork quilt of Monica’s bed, surrounded by posters of rock bands and movie stars that Monica wanted to have sex with. Monica would regale Faith with tales of her latest rendezvous, her vulgar words painted vivid pictures that made Faith’s cheeks burn. Faith would listen as if she was peering into a realm she wasn’t meant to see. Guilt tugged at Faith’s soul for being fascinated by the raw, unfiltered passion Monica described.

“Oh, Faith, it feels so good having a cock inside me! Like, the best thing ever!” Monica exclaimed, her eyes glazing over with the memory of a recent encounter. She lay sprawled on the bed, her legs hitched up to give her words an air of theatrics. Faith felt her cheeks burn as she tried not to stare at Monica’s exposed thighs, her mind racing with questions she dared not ask.

Monica leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Faith, it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, having a cock touch the very core of your soul.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously. “And when it starts to pump in and out, oh my God, it’s like heaven and hell all rolled into one. You want it to go on forever.” She paused, her hand tracing the outline of her pussy under her dress as if it were a map of pleasure. “Then the orgasm explodes and nothing else matters in the world except that moment. I wish I could share that feeling with you. To show you what you’re missing out on.”

Faith stared in shock when Monica slid a hand into her white panties. She had never gone this far before. “Do you do this, Faith? Do you finger yourself at night?” Monica asked. Faith’s eyes grew wide with panic, but she couldn’t stop watching her friend’s fingers move. “There’s a spot, a secret button, and when you press it right, it sends waves of pleasure through your body. It’s like ... like God is touching you.”

Monica’s voice was soothing, almost hypnotic, and Faith wanted to believe her. She had heard girls talk about masturbation but had never dared to try it. It was a sin. Wasn’t it? Yet, watching the warmth spreading through Monica was undeniable. In a flash of movement, Monica stripped her panties off and spread her legs. “Right here, Faith, see this little bud?” She pointed at her clit. “It’s like a magical button. Touch it gently and you’ll have me flying.”

The room grew hot even though it wasn’t. Faith shook her head, but her trembling hand hovered over Monica’s exposed flesh. Monica took her hand and placed it on her clit, guiding it in a gentle, circular motion. “Just like that,” she murmured, smiling at Faith. “Don’t stop until I say so.”

Faith felt her friend’s wetness, heat, and the power of this intimate touch. Monica’s body responded and she opened her blouse to play with her hard nipples. All those stories came to life right in front of her eyes. Monica’s breasts came free, and she pinched her nipples and moaned softly. It was a sound that resonated deep within Faith, a call from a world she had always resisted.

“Finger my cunt, Faith. Make me cum,” Monica panted, her voice thick with need. Faith stared, transfixed, as Monica thrust her hips into the air. The blasphemous act hypnotized Faith, she hesitantly followed Monica’s order, sliding a trembling digit into her warm, wet cavern. The sensation of doing something so sinful was foreign yet exhilarating, sending a jolt through her body that she didn’t anticipate. She added a second finger, and Monica’s moans grew louder, her legs quivering.

Monica’s eyes narrowed in ecstasy as Faith’s fingers worked inside her. “Harder, baby,” she gasped. “Make me feel alive.” Faith obeyed and Monica’s pussy tightened around her digits, her moans growing more intense with each stroke. Faith’s hand grew slick with her friend’s juices as she picked up the pace, driven by the raw pleasure she could see radiating from Monica’s body.

With a move that surprised Faith and herself, Monice pulled her friend’s head down to her bare breasts. “Suck my nipple!” she shouted, “And keep fucking me!”

Faith was torn between her religious upbringing and the newfound sensations overwhelming her. Her face was smashed into Monica’s large sweaty breast. The strictness in Monica’s voice made her obey. She took the erect tip into her mouth and sucked hard while her fingers continued to pump in and out of her friend’s pussy. Monica held her tight not letting her get away.

“Oh, yes!” Monica’s voice grew hoarser, and her hips rocked faster. “I love you, Faith! Yes, just like that! I promise to return the favor. I’ll show you how good it can be!”

The words felt like a dagger to Faith’s heart. This was wrong. So wrong. But she sucked harder and drove her fingers deeper trying to absolve her guilt. Monica’s body was flopping around like a fish out of water, and it took all of Faith’s strength to hold her down. The room was filled with their heavy breathing and wet slapping sounds. Faith’s mind was racing with thoughts of her parents and church. She felt like she was betraying everything she had been taught, but the power she felt in giving Monica pleasure was intoxicating.

Monica’s body tensed, her eyes locked on Faith’s, and she screamed. Her pussy clamped down on Faith’s hand like a vice. Faith felt her friend’s orgasm ripple through her body. It was a moment that felt like an eternity. The room was silent except for the sound of Monica’s heavy breathing and the occasional moan of pleasure. Faith’s hand was sticky, and she felt a strange mix of emotions: guilt, excitement, and something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Monica’s eyes narrowed in ecstasy as Faith’s fingers worked inside her. “Harder, baby,” she gasped. “Make me feel alive.” Faith obeyed, her curiosity overtaking any sense of guilt. Monica’s pussy tightened around her digits, her moans growing more intense with each stroke. Faith’s hand grew slick with her friend’s juices as she picked up the pace, driven by the raw pleasure she could feel radiating from Monica’s body.

With a move that surprised Faith and herself, Monice pulled her friend’s head down to her bare breasts. “Suck my nipple!” she shouted, “And keep fucking me!”

Faith was torn between her religious upbringing and the newfound sensations overwhelming her. Her face was smashed into Monica’s large sweaty breast. The strictness in Monica’s voice made her obey. She took the erect tip into her mouth and sucked hard while her fingers continued to pump in and out of her friend’s pussy. Monica held her tight not letting her get away.

“Oh, yes!” Monica’s voice grew hoarser, and her hips rocked faster. “I love you, Faith! Yes, just like that! I promise to return the favor. I’ll show you how good it can be!”

The words felt like a dagger to Faith’s heart. This was wrong. So wrong. But she sucked harder and drove her fingers deeper trying to absolve her guilt. Monica’s body was flopping around like a fish out of water, and it took all of Faith’s strength to hold her down. The room was filled with their heavy breathing and wet slapping sounds. Faith’s mind was racing with thoughts of her parents and church. She felt like she was betraying everything she had been taught, but the power she felt in giving Monica pleasure was intoxicating.

Monica’s body tensed, her eyes locked on Faith’s, and she screamed. “NOW! RIGHT FUCKING NOW!” Monica’s pussy clamped down on Faith’s hand like a vice. Faith watched her friend’s orgasm ripple through her body. The ethereal moment lifted Faith beyond the physical act. Her spirit joined her friends in a dance of forbidden carnality. Monica’s climax subsided, leaving her panting and trembling, a soft smile playing on her lips, with her glowing skin, flushed cheeks, and half-naked body withering like a snake in her after-bliss.

The silence was deafening. Monica clutched her hand to Faith’s not letting her remove her fingers. Faith felt like a bomb had gone off in her head, leaving a mushroom cloud of sin in its wake. She knelt on the bed as Monica humped her fingers. “Just a little more,” Monica breathed. She pulled Faith’s head down and kissed her on the lips. “Mm,” she moaned at her friend’s shocked expression. “It’s okay, sweetie, this is what good friends do. We’re just taking the next step.”

Frozen in place she let Monica’s tongue dance with hers, exploring her mouth with an expertise that left her gasping for air. Faith felt herself succumbing to the moment, her resolve crumbling like a sandcastle in the face of a tidal wave. The kiss grew deeper and more passionate, and she realized that her hand had never stopped moving. Monica’s body was still shaking, but the tremors had changed from those of pleasure to those of pure need. “Oh, yeah,” Monica murmured in lust, “I can feel another one coming.” Her hand moved to the back of Faith’s head, keeping her in place. “You’re my angel,” she whispered, “my sweet little angel.”

Transfixed by the power Monica held over her, Faith felt a part of her soul break away, succumbing to the seductive allure of Monica’s world. Her heart raced as she watched her friend’s passion climb higher, her breath coming in gasps. She knew she should stop, that this was sinful, but the forbidden urge was too strong to resist. As Monica’s body shuddered in another climax, Faith kissed her friend with all the passion she had locked up inside her. Dark thoughts raced through her mind of more to come. This was only the beginning of her journey into the carnality she had been warned against.

Sexually satisfied, Monica rolled on top of Faith. Her breasts, still exposed, pressed into Faith’s chest. Monica’s eyes searched hers, seeing signs of regret and guilt. But also, a hint of something else, something that mirrored the desires Monica had so proudly flaunted. “This binds us together, forever,” she murmured, her breath warm against Faith’s cheek. “You’re not just my friend now, you’re my lover. We will have so much fun exploring things your church doesn’t want you to know about.” She leaned down and kissed Faith gently then with aggression.

Faith’s eyes filled with tears that spilled down her cheeks. She didn’t want to be Monica’s lover. Her mind was being torn apart with conflicting emotions. Monica was the only friend she had. They had shared secrets. Their tongues danced in a forbidden ballet. An overwhelming urge to flee overtook her and she twisted her head away. “Monica, what have we done?” she cried out, “Let me go!” Her voice quivered with fear.

Monica trapped Faith’s arms on the bed. “Stop whining!” she whispered fiercely. “You liked it, I know you did. Your nipples are as hard as mine and I bet your pussy is soaked!”

Faith went limp under her. The accusation stung like a slap. Her traitorous body had indeed enjoyed the sinful act. “I didn’t,” she responded in a voice that didn’t match her conviction. Monica’s eyes searched hers. “Don’t lie to yourself, Faith,” she said, her voice changing to a seductive purr. “You’re a girl with lustful desires, just like me. This is your way to stay pure and still explore your sexuality. I will keep what you did to me a secret, but only if we keep doing this. Your choice.”

A tough struggle ensued as Faith tried to find a different outcome. Monica’s grip was firm, her eyes filled with fierce determination. “Shh, don’t fight it,” she cooed, leaning down and kissing Faith’s neck. “Let go of the guilt and enjoy your feelings. You don’t want me to talk with your parents, do you?”

The mention of her parents sent a shiver down Faith’s spine. Her mind raced with the horror of the potential revelation. Her father’s disappointment, her mother’s tears. She knew what they expected from her. The thought was unbearable. “No,” she murmured in a weak whisper. Monica was blackmailing her, but the truth was that she wanted to experience more of the illicit pleasure she had just tasted.

Monica’s grip loosened and she began to kiss Faith’s neck, her hand slipping under her top to cup Faith’s firm, untouched breasts. “Good girl,” Monica murmured pinching her nipple, “I knew you’d see it my way.” Her hand slid further down, under Faith’s dress. Her fingers traced the edge of Faith’s panties. “Now, let’s see if you’re as wet as I think you are.”

Faith’s body stiffened as her best friend’s hand delved into her most intimate place. Her pussy was soaked, and she felt a betraying throb of excitement at the contact. A small protest bubbled out of her lips, but Monica’s lips sealed it in. Her friend’s kiss grew more intense, her tongue invading her mouth and dueling with hers. Faith felt her resolve slipping away as the sensations grew stronger. Monica’s expert hand found its way inside her panties, stroking her clit, sending bolts of lightning through her body. She wrapped her arms around Monica and kissed her like the lovers they had become.

Monica’s fingers danced around Faith’s clit with the precision of a maestro, her thumb making small, circular motions that had Faith’s back arching off the bed. All their clothes were getting in the way. Monica broke the kiss and whispered, “Let’s get naked, sweetheart.”

Like a zombie, Faith lay there and let Monica undress her and then she did the same. They were close friends, now lovers, entwined in a dance of sinful delight. Faith’s eyes took in Monica’s naked body, the curves and dips she had only ever seen in the stolen glances in the changing room. Her body felt alien under the hungry gaze of her friend. “How did this happen?” she wondered, but the question was swallowed by Monica straddling her hips.

“You’re beautiful, Faith! Unbelievably sexy.” Monica immediately touched Faith’s bare skin, her hands gliding over her friend’s curves. “Look at your boobs, they’re amazing! So much bigger than mine, and you have puffy nipples!” Monica smirked leaning down, her breath hot on Faith’s skin, and took one of the taut peaks into her mouth. Faith tried to hide the jolt of pleasure and surprise. The sensation was new and overwhelming. Her body responded without her consent. “Ha, ha!” Monica laughed, “I knew you liked having your nipples sucked! Wait until I suck your pussy!”

The thought of it made Faith squirm. Monica bragged about going down on boys, sucking their hard cocks, and swallowing cum, but Monica never said she had been with a girl. “Am I your first girl?” Faith asked.

Monica looked up from her ministrations on Faith’s breast and smirked. “No, sweetie. I’ve had others ... but you’re my first innocent one. That’s what makes this so delicious. I’m going to turn your world upside down.” Her words should have repulsed Faith, but instead, they sent a thrill through her.

With surprising agility, Monica slid down Faith’s body, her tongue tracing a wet path from her neck to her navel. Faith felt like a virgin sacrifice laid out before a pagan goddess. She watched with horror and fascination as Monica’s mouth hovered over her pussy. The anticipation was unbearable. Her entire body was on edge, ready to snap. “Tell me what you want, Faith,” Monica teased. “Do you want my mouth on you? Or maybe you want my fingers? Or maybe both,” she laughed.

Faith’s voice was a barely audible whisper. “I don’t know.” Her eyes squeezed shut as if that could shield her from the reality of the situation. When she opened her eyes, Monica smiled. “I want everything,” Faith finally admitted. It was a declaration as powerful as saying vows in a church. Her fate now rested in Monica’s hands.

Monica didn’t waste a moment. She pushed Faith’s legs apart and bent them down, her tongue flicking out like a serpents to taste the sweet nectar of her innocence. Faith’s entire body tensed, her hands clutching the bed sheets as Monica’s mouth descended on her. The first touch of her friend’s tongue to her clit was like a bolt of lightning. Faith had never felt anything like it. She had only imagined it, but now it was real. Too real, her hands grabbed Monica’s head pulling her deeper into her vee.

Monica’s tongue was relentless, stroking, licking, and sucking until Faith’s body was a live wire of pleasure. She never intended to blackmail Faith, it just happened, but now that she had the power, she was going to use it to her advantage. Monica had been lusting after her sweet, innocent friend for so long. She had seen the way Faith’s eyes lusted when she talked about sex, the way her cheeks flushed with curiosity. Now she had her chance to show Faith the meaning of pleasure, to introduce her to the world she had been curious about but hid from.

The taste of Faith’s arousal was heavenly. She could feel the girl’s innocence melting away with every swipe of her tongue. Faith’s hips were bucking against her mouth, urging her to go faster, to push her over the edge. Monica had her hooked. She slipped a finger into Faith’s tight, untouched pussy, feeling her quiver around her digit. The walls clenched, the virginity waiting to be claimed. Monica felt a thrill of excitement knowing that she would be the one to take it. But not with a finger, she needed something special and memorable. Maybe a big fat dildo. The massive black one that her mom kept hidden in a box in her closet. Monica let out a dark chuckle at the thought of Faith’s white pussy being fucked by something so sinful and taboo.

Monica stopped and looked up at Faith’s face. She was lost in pleasure, her eyes screwed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream. “Look at me, baby,” Monica ordered. Faith’s eyes snapped open, glazed with need. “Play with your nipples while I make you come.”

Obediently, Faith’s hands moved to her breasts, her fingers pinching and rolling her nipples. It felt wrong, but the pleasure was too intense to deny. Her eyes locked with Monica’s as the latter’s tongue flicked her clit with expert precision. Monica watched Faith’s face contort in ecstasy. She reached down and slid a finger inside Faith again, feeling her tightness grip it like a glove. “You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?” she asked with lust.

Faith nodded, unable to speak. The pressure was building inside her like a storm waiting to break. Monica increased her pace, her tongue flicking faster and harder. Faith’s hips jerked upward, meeting Monica’s mouth eagerly. The room spun as pleasure crashed over her. “Oh, God!” she screamed, her body shaking with the force of her first orgasm. She had never felt anything so powerful, so all-consuming. It was like a religious experience, a transcendence of the physical world into pure ecstasy. “Don’t stop! Oh, Monica, I never knew it would feel so good!”

Monica didn’t stop. She kept licking, her tongue now probing deeper into Faith’s pussy. “You’re going to get addicted to me, baby,” she murmured, her voice muffled by the folds of flesh she was feasting on. “You’re going to crave this like a junkie craves their next fix, but it’s going to cost you!”

Faith lost herself in the waves of pleasure. She had never felt so alive and sinful at the same time. Monica’s tongue was like a sinner’s salvation, bringing her closer to the edge of a cliff she had only peered over from a distance. The second orgasm hit her like a hurricane, and she was swept away in its fury. Her body arched, her toes curled, and she screamed Monica’s name the way a lover would. She was no longer the chaste church girl; she was a creature of passion, born in the heat of this forbidden union.

The bottom line was clear: Faith was a plaything for Monica to manipulate and use for satisfaction. Yet, the pleasure Monica gave her was undeniable, and that scared Faith more than anything. Monica kissed her way up and Faith tasted herself for the first time. She couldn’t get enough.

They hugged and kissed, their bodies entwined in a sticky mess of sweat and lust. Faith felt a twinge of fear at what the future held. “I can’t believe you did that to me,” she murmured, her voice shaking. Monica responded by laying her head on Faith’s chest, listening to the rapid beating of her heart, and then suckling on her nipple.

Monica bit Faith’s nipple with a smile on her face. “We’re going to have so much fun together. No more feeling like you’re missing out on everything. You’re going to love being my bitch,” she whispered. “Or I will tell your parents what a slut you are.”

The words took Faith’s breath like a balloon being deflated. “Why, Monica? I’m your friend,” she protested, her voice quivering. “I thought you liked me?”

Monica lifted her head, her eyes cold and calculating. “Oh, I do, sweetie. But this isn’t about friendship. It’s about power. And now I have it over you. I’m tired of hearing about your holy thoughts and your pure soul. You’re my slut never forget I own you.”

Tears flowed out of Faith’s eyes. “Monica, please,” she whispered, her voice barely a thread of its usual self. “No one can ever find out or my life will be over.”

Monica’s smile grew wicked. “You’ve got it all wrong, sweetie, your life is just beginning. And the best part? And as long as you keep me satisfied, I’ll keep it a little secret.” Monica knelt on the bed and examined Faith’s nude body. “You need to shave your pussy like me. The hair gets in the way. And from now on, no full panties, I want you to wear thongs one size too small.”

Faith nodded, not daring to argue. “Okay,” she said meekly. Monica made her feel dirty and cheap. She didn’t want to admit it, but her body was still buzzing from the intense pleasure. She felt like a willow leaf, spinning out of control and unable to find her way back to solid ground.

Feeling smug and superior, Monica straddled Faith’s large breasts, pressing her bum against the soft mounds of flesh. “You know what’s going to happen next, don’t you?” she asked, her voice a seductive purr. Faith nodded negatively; her eyes focused on Monica’s shaved pussy.

“Stick out your tongue,” Monica instructed. Faith died inside but she obeyed. Monica slid forward until her pussy hovered above her mouth. “This is what you will do to me every day after school and on weekends. Even if my pussy is full of a guy’s cum.”

“NO!” Faith screamed. “Not that! Please, Monica, I’m begging you!” The fear of doing such a disgusting act washed over Faith like a tsunami of despair. “Anything! I’ll do anything else!”

“Will you lick my bum hole and put your tongue in?”

The question washed over Faith, and she felt a wave of revulsion. Her heart hammered in her chest as she debated internally which was worse. The thought of tasting a boy’s cum or Monica’s asshole. There was no easy choice. “Okay,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible. “But you need to be clean.”

Monica giggled, the sound echoing through the room. “Oh, you’re so cute when you’re desperate. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure my ass is clean for you, my little pet.” With that, she pushed down, and Faith felt the warm, wet folds of Monica’s pussy press against her mouth and nose. The smell assaulted her senses, and she tasted Monica’s juices. Her stomach roiled, as she sexually satisfied her jailer. Her dearest friend was now a predator, and she was the prey.

With every swipe of her tongue, Faith felt a part of her soul die. The deep conflict raged within her, a war between her religious upbringing and the carnality Monica had introduced her to. Her mind was a tornado of guilt, desire, and fear, as she licked like a starving cat. Monica’s pussy was sweet, but the thought of a boy’s cum leaking out turned her stomach inside out. Yet, if that’s what Monica wanted, she would have to obey, hoping that would be the price for her secret to remain hidden. She wished she had never met Monica or accepted her friendship.

Monica moaned in pleasure, her hands playing with her tits, squeezing them and pinching the nipples. “Mm,” she murmured, “Who knew the good little church girl loved pussy?” Her voice was thick with sarcasm. Faith felt a surge of anger. But she bit it back, her tongue continuing its dance over Monica’s clit. She didn’t want to risk her parents finding out. The thought was worse than the taste of her ex-friend’s arousal.

As Faith licked and sucked, she felt the warmth spread from her mouth to her cheeks. She was blushing furiously. Insanely, the longer she did this, the more she liked the taste. It was like a forbidden fruit that grew sweeter with each bite. Monica’s moans grew louder, her body moving faster, grinding against her mouth and nose. Faith’s tongue pushed into the folds of Monica’s pussy, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, eager to finish this so she could go home and cry.

Monica’s orgasm was sudden and powerful. She shuddered, her pussy releasing a torrent of juices into Faith’s mouth. “Yes, yes,” she screamed. “Swallow it all, you little slut!” Trapped under Monica’s weight, Faith had no choice but to swallow the musky fishing-smelling liquid that filled her mouth. This was her new reality. Her eyes filled with tears knowing this wouldn’t be the last time. Her friendship with Monica had been a lie all along.

Monica collapsed beside Faith, her chest heaving with the aftermath of her climax. Faith lay there crying with her mouth open staring at the ceiling, Monica felt bad for a brief second, she had never planned to use and violate Faith, it just happened. Monica propped herself up on her elbow looking smug before licking Faith’s face. “You did good, Faith. See, it’s not so bad to be bad,” she laughed. Faith felt like vomiting, but she held it back. “Don’t worry, baby,” Monica cooed, stroking her cheek, “You’re going to learn to love it, I promise. You’re going to crave my pussy. You’re going to be my little slut until I let you go. Now run downstairs and bring back two drinks from the kitchen fridge. And you better hurry, my dad will be home shortly! Unless you want him to see your naked body, I know he has a crush on you!”

“Can I put on my blouse?”

“No, sweetie, run fast!” Monica laughed.

Faith jumped out of bed, her legs wobbly from the intense emotions. She tried to ignore the sticky mess between her legs and the bitter taste in her mouth. The house was eerily silent as she raced down the stairs. All the windows were open, and she hoped no one outside could see in. The kitchen was cold and uninviting. She grabbed two sodas and rushed back upstairs to escape Mr. Thomas’s potential arrival. After closing Monica’s bedroom door her heart sank to a new low. Monica had her phone pointed at her.