Pastor’s daughter [Part 2]

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Victoria, the Pastor’s third daughter had just returned from her boarding school located in a far away state for the holiday. I hadn’t seen her in seven years, the last time I saw her, she had liked me so much that she had kept asking me to marry her.
We’d been kids back then, and every time it got to play acting as “mommy and daddy” we were always together. We’d create a small room with benches and use sheets to make a door, both creep into our “bedroom” and do some things meant for adults only.


All in the name of acting but it didn’t end there, whenever we were alone, she would reach for my member which was quite bigger than it should be at the time and squeeze it. I had no idea what she was doing but she told me she’d seen people do it. I didn’t care much for sexual matters at that age and time.
On seeing her at the church that Sunday, I wondered if she still had such feelings for me. I would find out later, when the daughter of the Pastor came visiting, all by herself.
My parents were home when she came and I were in the kitchen, still trying to atone to God for my misdeeds with Chioma. I was surprised when I saw her and wondered the kind of courage she had to come to our house on her own. My mom didn’t see anything wrong in it though. We caught up on old times while she sat there in the sitting room sipping the juice I’d offered her.

Suddenly she asked that we go to my room, I saw a glint in her eyes which suggested that what I’d been thinking must have been true. I was worried about taking her to my room with my parents around, but I did as she asked. Vickie jumped on my bed the moment she entered my room and immediately threw this question at me…
“So tell me about your girlfriend” She inquired
“Huh?” was what I could reply.
“I said you should tell me about your girlfriend or you want to lie that you don’t have one?” She added
I was surprised at how she brazenly asked me such a question, and stammered when I replied that I really did not have a girlfriend. She still didn’t believe me.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked in return.
“I stay in a boarding school, Federal Government Girls College. There are no guys there so I can’t have a boyfriend. You attend a day school, with boys and girls and you have your own room. You want to tell me you haven’t been sneaking her inside here?” she asked with a smirk.
I swallowed when I remembered Chioma.
“No, I haven’t. I can’t sneak a girl here when my parents are around.”
“But your parents don’t know I’m in your room, do they?” she still had that smug look on her face when she asked this.
“No, they don’t but they know who you are and so it’s not a big deal. You’re the pastor’s daughter and my very good friend”
“So that’s what I am to you abi, Joe? The pastor’s daughter, very good friend”
I frowned and observed her for a minute, She was sitting at the edge of the bed now with both hands on her side. Legs closed together, in a black flail skirt. She was wearing a body-hugging blouse, and I noticed her boobs had grown quite big. I saw the look on her face again, like she was expecting me to do something. I just sat on my plastic chair across her and thought for a while before answering her last question.
“But are you not the pastor’s daughter and my very good friend anymore?” I asked slowly
She looked at me and sighed deeply. I just continued observing her, wondering where the conversation was leading. Out of nowhere she asked me a mind-blowing question…
“Are you a virgin?”
My eyes widened and my lips parted wondering what the heck was going on
“Why are you asking” I replied
“Tell me jorr” She replied
I observed her for a bit. “No, I’m not”
“Wow, cool. Tell me about it” she said asked excitedly.
Even if she had a gun to my head, there was no way I was telling her about my first time with Chioma. She pleaded and pleaded, but I refused. It was my turn to ask her if she was a virgin, she told me she wasn’t, and I was surprised and not surprised at the same time.
I had suspected she wasn’t, but the fact remained that she attended an all-girls boarding school. I didn’t bother asking her to tell me about it though, we just sat there in total silence and awkwardness for a few seconds.
Right then, I heard the voice of “Evil Joe” for the very first time…
“Do you know you’re an idiot? How can you be so stupid? Look at a lady that used to kiss you and squeeze your dick seven years ago now grown up and swollen in the right areas asking you about your girlfriend and if you’re a virgin and you’re pretending like you don’t know what she came here for.
Nigga you better behave yourself now and do what you’re supposed to before I…”
I didn’t allow Evil Joe to finish before standing up and walking to where Vickie sat on the bed, and sitting beside her. I put my arm around her slender waist and spoke with my softest voice and came up with my best sentence at that moment.
“I missed you, Vickie. Ever since you left, I always thought about you and wished that I would see you again. Maybe I don’t have a girlfriend because I’ve been waiting for you.” with that last sentence, she turned to look at me, and I saw desire in her eyes.
I slowly brought my lips to hers and kissed her while I was there trying to be as gentle as ever, Vickie grabbed me and we both fell on the bed. Her hands were all over me, dragging at my t-shirt and reaching for my bare body. She moaned with each kiss, her sexual voice filling my ears and fueling my desire. She reached for my crotch and squeezed my enlarged cock. I found her bo.obs and squeezed them through her bra.
I fondled her hard nipples just as she squeezed my cock. The whole thing was heated up, like we wanted to each tear each others clothes away and do it totally nude, but it kept occurring to me that my parents were at home, and I didn’t want to get caught fucking the Pastor’s daughter on a Sunday evening. A plan came to my head…..

I and Victoria were at it that Sunday evening.
Right there on my bed while my parents were in the living room. I had my hands under her skirt already and was reaching for her crotch with my fingers. I’m sure she wore that flail skirt so that access into the “promise land” wouldn’t be a problem.
Her skin was smooth and soft as I caressed her, she had removed her blouse and I was faced with her lovely boobs. Her pink flowerey bra held them firmly on her chest and it was the cutest sight ever to me at that time. I was a bit shaky as I touched her boobs, my heart was pounding, I was sexually excited and scared at the same time.