Becky entered the church building, enjoying the air conditioning. She was delighted that Tom wanted to see her. She was not aware that her journal was even missing! She only wrote in it when she had an erotic dream, and so she entered the building happy and unaware of what the true nature of the visit was about.
Tom answered the door when she knocked and smiled at the girl. Becky had long curly black hair, and amazing green eyes. She appeared to be of Latin extraction, her skin a dark olive hue. Her mouth was perfect with pouty lips, and when she smiled with those perfect white teeth, it made Tom lust even more for her.
Today, Becky had on her cheerleading uniform, for there was a home football game that evening, and the Cheer squad always wore their uniform on days of home games.
"Hi Becky. My, don't you look nice today!" Tom said, smiling easily at her.
Becky blushed at his compliment, pleased that he noticed how she looked. She hoped he thought she was pretty. She had developed a huge crush on him during the past few months, and any attention from him delighted her.
"Thanks Tom!"
"Well, Hon, I have something to show you. Come on, lets walk!" He took her hand in his, which wasn't entirely normal, but not anything suspicious.
Becky loved the intimacy of walking hand in hand with her youth minister.
They chatted as he led her to the back of the facility, up to the old gymnasium, and up a set of stairs to the "crash" room. This room was used during all night parties, called "Lock-In's". Those who couldn't stay awake could come to this room, which was wall to wall mattress. There were no windows, and only night lights were plugged into the wall. It had been altered to be almost soundproof so that the loud music would not interfere with those who wanted to sleep.
Becky looked rather puzzled as he opened the door, but she walked into the room. Tom closed the door as she turned to face him.
"Uh, Tom? Why are we here in the crash room?" she said.
He sat down, inviting her to do the same, and they sat on the mattresses.
Tom opened the briefcase he had brought along, then sat looking at her. He said "Becky, I wanted to talk to you about something."
She looked at him curiously with her drop dead gorgeous eyes. "OK, Tom. You can talk to me about anything. I-I like talking to you" she said almost shyly.
"Becky, do you know that I think you are the prettiest girl in this whole church?"
Becky blinked in surprise. Had she heard him right? She felt her breathing deepen. "You think I'm the…what?" she said, unable to believe her ears.
She had fantasized about him telling her things like this, but hearing it surprised her.
Chuckling, he said "I think that you are the prettiest girl in the whole church".
Becky's face erupted into a huge grin. "You do?" she said, pleased that this man thought she was pretty.
"Oh yes, I do. In fact, Becky, I think you are Beautiful!"
Becky couldn't restrain herself anymore. She threw herself onto him, snaking her arms around his neck, saying "Oh Tom, Thank you for telling me that. You mean more to me than you'll ever know!" He felt his prick begin to swell as he held the young girl in his arms, enjoying her smell and the crush of her small boobs, his hands gently running up and down her back.
Letting him go, she sat back, smiling and happy. She saw his eyes on her breasts, and she sat up straighter, making them protrude a bit more. She was proud of her body, and enjoyed knowing that this older man enjoyed looking at her.
Tom's heart was pounding as he said "Becky, there is something that I want to talk to you about. Something I've discovered that makes me think about you in a whole new light!" He was sweating slightly. This was the moment of truth. Reaching into his briefcase, he pulled out Becky's Journal.
Becky looked at it stupidly for a second, not recognizing it. Then she gasped, covering her face with her hands, feeling her skin erupt in flashes of embarrassed heat as she realized that Tom had read her fantasies!
"Oh noooo!" She mumbled into her hands.
"Shhhh, its OK, Becky. Just relax, honey. Now, I've been trying to decide what to do about this. I've read it through several times. I had no idea you were so…" He paused for several seconds. "…so sexy!"
Becky had expected him to say "so disgusting" or "so sinful". Tears of fear were in her eyes as she looked at him. "Sexy?" she whispered.
"Yes, Becky…and I especially like the parts when you were fantasizing about me!" Tom said, getting it out in the open. He knew that this was the moment. She would realize his intent and run from the room screaming out
"rape", or else he would fulfill the fantasies he'd been engaging in for the past week!
She just sat there looking at him. Finally, he said "Becky, I know that I should give this book to your parents or maybe Reverend Stevens…"
The beautiful young girl interrupted him. "No Tom! Please, not that. Oh please give me my journal! Please don't tell anyone, Please! I…I'll do anything you want, Tom. Anything!", she emphasized. She was terrified as she thought about what her parents would say. And Reverend Stevens would be so disappointed in her!
Tom softly said "Anything, Becky? You'll do anything I want?" His meaning was clear as he looked into the pools of her eyes. At that moment, he wanted to rip her clothes off her body and violently violate her.
Becky felt her body trembling. She didn't know if it was from fear, or from the lascivious sensations of lust that were tickling her deep within her belly. The thought of making love with Tom made her young body yearn to be possessed.
"You mean…you wanna do things to me…to my body…nasty things?" She croaked, her eyes wide as she remembered the things she had put in her fantasy.
Slowly nodding, Tom said "Yes, Becky. I want to do those things that I read about in your Journal. Those things…and more! If you'll do those things with me, I'll give you your journal back and no one will ever know."
Becky thought about it for a second as she looked at the man. She could see the bulge of his cock straining the material of his slacks. She wanted this to happen, but she didn't want to be forced. However, it WAS something that she had dreamed about.
Taking a deep breath, the gorgeous youngster said "OK, Tom. I'll do what you want. W-What do you want me to d-do first?" Her heart was beating rapidly as she waited on his orders.
Setting aside the journal, he stood up, looking down at the lovely girl.
"First, I want to kiss you!" he said.
Becky's fear was easing, but she was still nervous. She stood, brushing her hair onto her shoulders and looked into the eyes of the Youth Minister. She looked so vulnerable and beautiful to him. She didn't know how to proceed, and just stood there wondering what she should do.
He settled the matter for her by pulling her into his arms and kissing her full pouty lips. She opened her mouth, kissing him back. His hands began roving all over her body. Becky was scared but thrilled to feel his hands caressing her body through her clothes. A combination of shame and excitement was churning deep inside her belly.
Tom broke their kiss, looking wildly into her eyes. "Naked…I want you
Naked, Becky! Strip out of your clothes. Hurry!" he said as he began peeling off his shirt. She didn't hesitate, but pulled her Cheer sweater up over her head, tossing it in a corner. Her bra encased little tits weren't huge, but they were larger than normal for a 15 year old. She pushed her cheer panties and skirt down her legs, feeling the cool air on her naked genitals.
As she watched, Tom pushed his briefs down his legs, and she was able to see his cock for the very first time. She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, dropping it to the floor and leaving the 15 year old naked before the equally naked man. She was blushing furiously, but her excitement was overpowering her sense of shame and embarrassment.