Time passed and our little romance was becoming apparent to folks. Some thought it was simple harmless puppy love and let it be at that. Others thought it was a threat to the congregation and seemingly made it their mission to stop it. Jeesh, get a life people!
One brother from the congregation took a particular interest in me, my relationship with Alpha and how it was a huge problem. See, this Brother, as I will refer to him, happened to believe that he was the son of God, that I was to be his bride and that we would together rule the earth. I'm not shitting you. He was legit schizophrenic. You must understand that the Brother was in his mid 30's, a Ministerial Servant in the congregation which is like one rung down from Elder and my father's best friend. He lived around the corner from us and was at my house about 4x a week or more. Originally from the tough streets of Jamaica, Queens, NY he stood 6' 6", was basically solid muscle head to toe and trained in martial arts. With the exception of his Coke Bottle glasses and, well, being insane, he would have been a great catch for one of the sisters in the congregation. He was well respected and was encouraged to motivate the youth of our congregation. In essence, our church allowed us to be supervised by a certifiably insane person, and they were ok with that, he was a "role model". Yeah...wrap your brain around that.
While the Brother tried his damndest to stop things between us, even his best efforts in masking his coo coo and allegedly trying to "shepherd" me, Alpha and I made a way. I remember the day like it was yesterday. And with the amount of damage I've done to my brain, that's saying something!
We had a few brushes with going all the way, but they didnt pan out. Either he or I would chicken out or it would be too late in the day and one of our parents would be home soon. (Why my dad took a job that let out at 3:30 I now understand!)
But then there was the day it all changed. I had on my usual baggy jeans, probably a turtleneck and socks, but it was what was underneath that was the shocker. Black silk and lace trimmed string bikinis and a lace black bra. Oh yeah, I knew what I was doing. He was sweet, gentle and incredible. It was about 3:32 pm when he entered me for the first time. He was nervous, but managed to hide it well enough from me at the time. It didn't last forever but I know that I writhed with pleasure at the feeling of him being inside of me and our bodies so close. It was extacy. I was 14, a freshman at Newton North High School and it was a Wednesday...I couldn't go back to school tomorrow! I was a woman now.
When it was over, he asked me repeatedly if I was ok. I assured him I was fine and saw him to the door. Phenomenal.
He later told me (I mean years later) that when he got home he sat in his back fire escape for what seemed like hours. His dad came out and asked if he was ok. I think his dad knew what had happened somehow. Fathers intuition perhaps. Knowing that he was so concerned about me and what this all meant for us makes him even more of a sweetheart.
Our romps became more frequent, more passionate and more adventurous, but I'll save all that for my next book...you get the gist.
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