Her First Time: Abigail’s Sexy Secret!

Who knew what she was hiding behind that sweet smile?

If I’m being honest, I immediately wondered what Abigail’s story was.  She seemingly appeared out of nowhere, joining my Saturday yoga class one morning, having recently moved to the city from Utah.  She was a tall, lanky blonde with the body of a ballerina and a smile that could melt hearts.  As she unrolled her mat next to mine, she introduced herself.  And we became fast yoga buddies.  We started chatting before class and grabbing lattes after.  As I was getting to know her, I didn’t want to pry too much at first.  Although I was so curious about her life.  How was her life back in Utah?  Did she have a boyfriend?  What was her first time like?  And how did she get such a killer body?  I had so many questions!

After a few months, we started hanging out more outside of yoga.  We’d grab drinks after work or have a spa day.  And Abigail slowly started opening up more about her life.  She always had a silver cross hanging from her neck.  I noticed she’d rub her thumb over it when she’d be talking.  So one night, when she was over at my place, I asked her about it.  Her pale cheeks flushed, and she gripped the necklace in her fist.

“This was a gift,” she said quietly.  “From someone very special.”

I thought maybe it had been a gift after her first time at church or a milestone birthday.

But I turned out to be completely wrong.  After she gave me her answer, I drained my wine and topped both of our glasses off.  And I was going to let it go.  But Abigail looked up at me, her bright blue eyes a little misty.  “Can I tell you about him?” she asked.

This was what I had been waiting for! An opportunity to get to know the true Abigail, full of all her naughty confessions.  But I didn’t want my curiosity to scare her off.  So I just sipped my wine and nodded my head.

“The person who gave me this necklace was also the person I lost my virginity to,” she started.  I wasn’t too shocked; I had figured it had to do with her first time in some capacity.  “I’m not very experienced.  I didn’t even have sex for the first time until just last year.”  Now my mouth dropped open.  Abigail was gorgeous; any man would have loved to be with her.  Based on the things I knew about her, I did some quick math in my head.  So her first time was when she was 19.  “But he was very special to me.  And it was a wonderful moment,” she went on.

This I figured.  I knew she wouldn’t be having crazy sex toy fun her first time.  I assumed her first time would be with the love of her life.  And I was right…kind of.

“He was the pastor at my church,” she said quietly.

Her first time was with her pastor?

I didn’t know what to say.  So I just let Abigail continue.  “I’ve been part of the church since I was born.  My family was very active in the community, and it’s just how I grew up.  Back in Utah, things aren’t like they are here.  We’re all very close, and well, your life is kind of decided for you.”  She paused to take a deep breath.  “I was always told to wait until marriage.  And my parents even had a marriage arranged for me.”  She gripped the cross necklace even tighter.  “I assumed my first time would be with him.  He was a nice guy from the church.  But I’d secretly been feeling something for someone else.”

I urged her to continue.  “Every Sunday when we’d be at service, I couldn’t even bear to be in the same pew as Jason.  That’s his name, the guy whom I was supposed to marry.  My heart belonged to someone else.  It belonged to our pastor.  And it always had.”

She took another breath and shared more about her first time.

“One day, I couldn’t take it anymore.  I showed up at church when there wasn’t a service.  And I went into the confessional.  I knew Pastor Mark would be there.  And as soon as he asked me to confess my sins, I let it all out.  I told him I didn’t want to marry Jason.  I wasn’t attracted to him and I didn’t even really like him.  And the idea of having my first time with him was repulsive.  But I didn’t stop there.  I admitted to him that I was in love with someone else.  And when he asked who, I told him the truth.  I was in love with him.”

Then Abigail lit up.  Her bright eyes locked with mine as she continued to tell me about her first time.  “I thought he’d be upset.  But he wasn’t.  He came out of the confessional and pulled me into his arms.  I know Pastor Mark was married, but it didn’t matter.  Our love was there; it always had been.  He kissed me, and my body quivered, and I knew I had to be with him.  He admitted that he’d been having impure thoughts about me, that he hadn’t been able to concentrate when I was there, and that he wanted to be my first.  I know what you’re thinking, her first time was with a married pastor, how could she?  But he took me right there in the confessional, and it was magical.  Then he gave me this necklace so I’d never forget.”

Now that you’ve heard about her first time, are you ready to hear about mine?

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