A few kids at school who knew he went to the Tabernacle always asked him about the girls, saying girls, and guys, who were that repressed turned out to be the wild ones and wanted to know if he had a*********s.
Being shy, then with Jasmine the last year he hadn’t tried to feel any of them out, or up, for that matter. But he had a feeling the kids were wrong. Maybe other churches, but the girls raised in Pentecost were goddamn Amish when it came to things like that.
Austin had the normal s*x on the brain imagination of an 18 year old, and on occasions while jacking off had tried to imagine Emily giving head or on her hands and knees letting him f**k her doggy, but she was so buttoned up physically and had such a serious persona, he couldn’t even get anywhere in his fantasies.
Most of the
