"Lift your hips for me." HE commanded softly. I obeyed instinctively, allowing him to slide my skirt upwards. Cool air hit my exposed skin, making me shiver despite the warmth of the room. His hands found my breasts, cupping them gently through the thin fabric of my top. His thumbs brushed over my hardening nipples, drawing a whimper from my lips.

His hands continued their slow ascent, his fingers brushing against the lace trim of my panties. "So wet already." I bit my lip, embarrassed by the evidence of my arousal. But He seemed pleased, his touch becoming firmer as he pressed against the damp fabric. "Open your legs wider for me," he instructed. I complied, spreading my thighs apart to give him better access.

I was a student at college and I had to move out of my parents house so that i could get into the next level in education. My parents were extremely religious people and they taught me their ways as well. They didn't believe in premarital relationships or anything related to sex outside marriage. I had always been an obedient child who followed everything her parents told.