I'm trying not to update too frequently but I have all of this so I thought I would. For New Year's, lol. Thanks for reading and for the nice responses. Someone had asked if this story was based in true life (and I will get around to replying to comments) but no, it was just an idea that my best friend had and it turned into something more amazing than originally envisioned.

Another update in a few days.

Mike didn't forget about El. In fact, she occupied most of his mind and their sneaking around had been going on for weeks. Mike and El would find little reasons or excuses to spend time alone together and they would always make out. Simple kissing hadn't lasted long.

One Saturday early on after the day of picking apples El had been helping Mike clean the stained glass, a somewhat tiring job. She had volunteered when the reverend had asked the congregation. Mike had done it a lot and felt bad for her because it was a bit of a pain to do. So when they broke for lunch he decided to show her some cool places he'd found over the years.

Behind the choir loft and pulpit was more storage but it was also for speakers and sound equipment so the wall that was visible to the audience was actually fabric. They couldn't see into it at all from the pews but Mike had discovered that he could see out and hear everything if he was inside the storage area.

After that day, that was their favorite place to hide and make out.

It hadn't been any different today day, apart from the fact that Mike was probably too eager to keep waiting for the sermon to end. El had spotted him sitting two rows in front of her before he stood up and gave her a knowing look. He didn't even need to speak, his eyes had said it all and El watched him carefully as he hurried to their usual spot.

She had waited for a few more minutes before excusing herself.

"I feel sick. I want to get out for a bit," she had told mother Mary and the woman had been quick to dismiss her before they could interrupt the sermon.

Mike had taught her how to access the storage area from outside the church and that was exactly what El did, sneaking inside the dimly lit room through the back door and smiling when she found Mike sitting down on one of the huge speaker boxes.

He didn't seem to have noticed her because of the loud singing booming through the speakers so she took a moment to look at the crowd. She could see everyone, unbeknownst to them, but she preferred to focus on Mike instead. She was now standing right behind him.

"Couldn't wait?" El whispered in his ear.

Mike spun around. He didn't know why he'd gotten startled when he'd been expecting her. He guessed he was just anxious and excited.

"Hi. No, I couldn't wait." Mike reached for her hand to pull her closer. He was most definitely not supposed to be doing this, and especially not here, but he could never seem to stop thinking about El totally these days and it was something he was glad about. He didn't want to stop thinking about her, or how her lips felt against his, how soft her tongue was as she massaged his own with it, how she smelled. He didn't want to stop thinking about any of that, despite what his father would say if he knew.

"I've been thinking about you," he breathed as he pulled her to him. From his seat on the medium sized speaker box El was almost at eye level with him, standing between his parted legs.

"Yeah?"

El kissed him eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck so she could reach his mouth properly. She licked between his lips and nibbled on his bottom lip before she retracted.

"And what did you think of exactly?" She inquired teasingly, her delicate fingers running over his neck and loving the way he slightly tensed under her touch. She could never get over how soft and sweet he was when they spent time by themselves.

"I was thinking of this of course. I like kissing you. I want to keep doing it, like not ever stop." Mike could hear his father speaking downstairs and it only made him want to kiss her more. The idea of it being so wrong only made it hotter.

El smiled wholeheartedly. She could feel the butterflies swooshing in her stomach and it only made her yearn more for Mike's touches.

"Well, I've been doing some thinking, too," she admitted coyly before pecking his lips again. "And some researching."

She wasn't lying.

Last week it had been her turn to clean up the bedroom she was sharing with the other orphans around her age. One of them, a boy who was a year older, had been keeping a porn magazine that El happened to stumble upon. It had taken her one extra hour to make the bedroom sparkle, mainly because she hadn't been able to take her eyes off the photos.

Despite having learned the formal and informal terms for the private parts and the act of sex before discovering the magazine, that day had been her first time actually seeing people doing it. It had also been her first time masturbating and wondering if Mike had ever done the same. Even more so, she had wondered if he had ever done it while thinking of her, because that had been exactly what she had done the entire time she had touched herself.

"I found this...naughty magazine at The Lab..." She spoke slowly and let her hand travel down his body while she mumbled over his ear. "Do you know what that is, Mike? Porn I think it's called? With people doing stuff...similar to us…but a little more." She peppered kisses all over his chin and neck.

Mike knew about porn but he had never seen any and while he'd heard things mentioned at school he had never asked for clarification. He thought he was too old to just now be asking so he kept his questions to himself and hoped that he'd just figure it out.

"Porn? El, what did you see?" His heart was beating even faster, wondering what she was about to tell him, faster still wondering what she had in mind while he could hear his father preaching and see the congregation through the fabric wall.

"A lot." She shrugged and rested her hand on his thigh. They looked at each other and while El was smiling, Mike seemed petrified.

She could feel him squirming nervously and if El hadn't known him better, she would have thought he wanted her to stop. But he didn't. He never did. That was just how Mike worked. He was timid and awkward, but always eager to be touched.

"I know about erections so I won't ask you if you get them. I know it's inevitable. But do you do something about it? Do you touch yourself? I do."

She wanted to reassure him that he could confide in her and the next kiss pressed to his lips was meant to emphasize her point.

Mike felt himself turning red again. The truth was he did touch himself sometimes but it wasn't often and was never without its share of shame. He had been brought up with his evangelical father preaching that sex was for procreation. Mike had never failed to miss how his mother would subtly roll her eyes whenever his father would go on a rant about something he'd seen on television or how no daughter of his will be some hussy when his older sister had simply asked if she could try to get a job as a lifeguard one summer.

So Mike definitely kept his personal under-his-own-bed-covers exploits to himself.

Now El was asking and her eyes were so warm and her hand felt so nice on his leg. Now he definitely felt like opening up.

"I do, at least sometimes," Mike whispered. His hand was itching to rest on hers but she was moving hers, gently stroking his thigh, and he was afraid she'd stop if he touched her. "You do it too?"

The simple vision in his mind of El touching herself caused his cock to stiffen more. It had already started when she put her hand on his thigh but he'd been keeping it in control. That control was now gone.

"What did you learn from the magazine?" Mike's voice was almost gone.

"Well, I already know that the penis goes inside the vagina so you could make babies. But I never knew it can go some other places, too."

Her grin grew bigger when Mike gulped and looked at her with wide eyes. She studied his face carefully, taking in his beautiful features and becoming amused at how anxious he seemed. Cute, her internal voice had said before her eyes traveled down his body. It was her turn to be surprised this time because she could clearly see the bulge in Mike's gray suit pants.

Tempted to touch it, her right hand took calculated moves until it reached his crotch and she fought the urge to gasp. It felt hot even over the fabric of his pants and she couldn't help but feel the weight in her palm.

"Can you show me how you touch yourself? You seem like you need it, anyway," she almost begged, her lips pressing over his one more time. "If you show me, I'll show you my boobs. You've never seen a girl's chest before, right? It's nice. And you can take a look if you let me take one at you, too."

El's hand was on his dick. In church. Mike was actually surprised he didn't come right then. He was the preacher's son, yes, but that didn't mean he didn't know the terms people used. It made him feel more normal to use the words everyone else did.

"You, um, you want to see? Are you sure? You don't have to show me anything you don't want to. You know that, right?"

She was literally rubbing him through his pants. It was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt. Mike unfastened his slacks.

"You can do whatever you want to, El. If you want to see it, you can." He watched as her hand started to slowly lower the zipper on his pants. "You can take it out if you want to," Mike whispered, unable to look away from what she was doing.

"You said it can go other places. Like wh-where?" As he asked, he for the first time ever felt the touch of someone else's hand on his aching cock. Not himself, not a doctor. It was the girl who occupied his mind and found her way into his dreams.

"You want to know, huh?" El asked, too afraid to break eye-contact with Mike.

Her heart was beating increasingly faster as she felt his cock throbbing in her hand. She was so overwhelmed by the size and the smoothness of his shaft that she decided to take a look at it a little later. For now, she just awkwardly squeezed her hand around it and slowly dragged her fingers up and down. She had no idea what she was doing.

"You are the reverend's son, Mike. You're not supposed to learn about this stuff," she teased. "But you're cute so I'll tell you. Girls put their mouth around it. I don't know what supposed to happen, but it's in their mouths. Or boys put their mouth on the girl's vagina. The girls I've seen seemed really happy, so I guess it feels nice."

Mike seemed so stupefied that it gave her enough confidence to glance down at his cock after peeking at the crowd on the other side of the fake wall. They were currently listening to Mike's father.

"Oh, that's...big," she murmured under her breath, visibly surprised to see a penis for the first time. Even though she was still touching it, it felt even bigger when she looked at it and she could see little droplets of something that looked like pee oozing from the swollen tip. She didn't ask Mike what that was, though.

She was too busy clamping her thighs together to get some friction while she glanced back at Mike who was already panting. He was adorable.

"Show me how you touch yourself. Teach me," she encouraged him.

Mike's first thought upon seeing El's hand gripping his length was erotic. His second thought was dad is so wrong.

"You want me to show you? Your hand feels really good." Mike tentatively covered her small hand with his and moved it along his shaft the same way he did under the cover of darkness late at night at home.

"I do it like this," he whispered as he brought her hand up and then all the way back down to the base. "And when I get to the top, I rub the head softly. At first." He put El's fingers on his leaky cock head. "That stuff is what comes out when I climax, or come the magazine probably called it. When that happens it feels the best. Want to try it by yourself?" He loved how nimbly her fingers danced over him, how they made him twitch and sent electric shivers up his spine.

El nodded and did as she was instructed. Mike's sweaty hand had left hers so she was by herself now.

It took her a few tries until she had gotten the hang of it, but she quickly fell into a pattern of lazily stroking his cock and rubbing her thumb over the head of his shaft. She was still mesmerized by the exquisite mix of softness and hardness of his cock and the only thing that pulled her out of her trance was Mike's stifled moans.

It made her heart grow to know that she was doing the right thing, but she decided to stop for now and give Mike his reward.

"You've been a good boy, so I think I should be a good girl, too," she smiled and took a step back.

Her fingers grabbed the end of her cotton dress before she raised it above her chest. She was left in nothing but her white tights and pink panties that were subtly showing from underneath. There was no bra and mainly because her breasts were too small to always need one. The fabric of her dress was thick enough to mask any evidence of her bare boobs.

"I touched you so you can touch me."

Her brows quirked up as she stepped back to her initial position. She reached for each of Mike' s hands and guided them over her breasts. It made her flinch, but she urged him to explore her chest anyway.

"Squeeze them."

Mike was getting a hand job. It suddenly clicked for him. And it was awesome. Her hand felt a million times better than his did. Then she stopped and took off her dress so he could see her and touch her, so she'd said.

It was then that Mike Wheeler knew he would forever associate the color pink with this beautiful girl who had entered his life without knocking. When she took off her dress and he could see her pink panties through the thin nylon fabric of her stockings, Mike felt a little come shoot out of the tip of his dick. It was just a little and he hoped she wouldn't notice.

"El, you're like, so beautiful. You're...just stunning." He couldn't look away. He barely noticed that she was coming back, closer to him. She resumed what her hand had been doing to his cock. She didn't mention it, but Mike didn't fail to notice how she rubbed the little bit of come that had leaked out all over the head and shaft.

Mike's hand was shaky as he reached for her breast. He cupped it gently and she sighed, squeezing his cock in response, which felt really good so he did it again, running his thumb over her nipple. He liked how that felt. She was standing so close to him as he rubbed her breasts and she stroked his cock, all Mike had to do was turn his head and he could kiss her neck. So he did.

"Feels good," El sighed and tilted her head so Mike could have better access to her neck. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head when he sucked on the skin covering her pulsing juncture and she could feel her panties getting wetter.

He was still teasing her breasts and sometimes gently pinching her nipples and she reciprocated the gesture by rubbing his cock a little firmer.

"M-Mike..." she stuttered before he pulled back.

Now they were facing each other, their hands still preoccupied.

"Do you want to feel your cock in my mouth? Just to try. Maybe it feels better," she spoke so casually Mike wasn't even sure he'd heard her right.

Mike was dumbstruck. He was already still treading the waters of disbelief and suddenly he felt like he was drowning in them. Is this really happening?

"In...in your mouth? You want to? El, I'd definitely like that, I'm sure I'd love it, but you don't have to. I mean, if that's really what you want I won't say no but I definitely would never make you." Mike's mind was reeling just thinking about it, thinking about how her mouth would feel, thinking about what it would look like to see her lips wrap around his hard shaft. He most definitely wanted to feel his cock in her mouth but just having her touch him would be enough if that's what she wanted. He was still caressing her breasts and without thinking he dipped his head down and kissed one. He had her nipple in his mouth and was already using his tongue on it when he realized what he'd done and he immediately pulled back.

"I'm so sorry. I got carried away. Thinking about you putting my cock in your mouth is, um, really turning me on. And my hand was already there and you're touching me and it feels so awesome and I just..." Mike trailed off, realizing that he was rambling when he saw the amused look on her face. She moved directly between his legs, standing in front of him, their faces almost touching. Mike watched her as she looked down at her hand slowly stroking his cock. Her lip was between her teeth and Mike thought he'd never seen anything more perfect.

"Tell me if it feels good."

El lowered herself until his cock nudged her lips and she opened her mouth wide enough to take him in. The taste was salty and like nothing she'd ever had before, but she didn't mind it. Mike was already gasping and it only encouraged her to keep going, her mouth traveling lower down his length until she took half of it in. Her hand was still gripping him, but this time it was right around the base where she could feel his pubes tickling her skin.

"Can you stand up? I want to see you." She was frustrated that she couldn't see Mike's pretty face making all those noises.

He obliged and hopped off the speaker and she was quick to kneel down in front of him and grab his cock once again. This time she didn't just put it in, instead making sure to jerk his cock with her mouth just like she had with her hand.

The sounds coming out of Mike's mouth only seemed appreciative, but El was determined to make him feel as good as possible so she grabbed his hands and put them on either side of her head before letting go of his dick for a second.

"Guide me. Show me how you want it," she urged him and proceeded pushing his cock past her lips again and massage it with the inside of her mouth.

My cock is in her mouth! She's doing it! Feeling her tongue slide along his shaft was almost more than Mike could take but it was all so amazing that he willed himself to remain calm.

Then she told him to stand up and she was looking up at him with his dick in her mouth. Mike whimpered and moaned softly, trying his best to be quiet as he got his dick sucked while his father went on mere feet away about hellfire and brimstone.

Mike was in a slight state of awe when suddenly El seized his hands and moved them to either side of her face.

Show me how you want it, she said.

Mike was caught off guard by the demand. He hadn't really given it any thought. But here she was telling him to tell her and she was so sexy and so pretty and oh my god she's swirling her tongue over the tip that Mike only wanted to do anything she told him to.

He caressed her cheeks with his thumbs and gently pushed his cock a little further into her mouth.

"I want it like this. I want to feel how deep it can go. Don't let me hurt you though. Your mouth feels so good. Will you suck it harder? Will you suck my cock in as deep as you can?"

"Mhhm," El mumbled around his dick. She couldn't smile, but her eyes crinkled at the corners anyway as she looked at Mike while he showed her what to do.

She let her head go limp so he could maneuver it, his slim fingers guiding her back and forth over his cock. It probably took her half a minute until she understood what to do, but once she had, Mike let go and just stared in awe at how good it looked to have his dick sucked, not to mention how it felt.

El gazed up at him almost the entire time. The only moments when she didn't were when she would accidentally take his dick too far in and activate her gag reflex. It made her teary, but she didn't let that be an obstacle and only continued to offer Mike his first, and hopefully his best, blowjob experience.

All Mike could do was watch. From what El had told him she was as new at this as he was but it didn't seem to take her long to catch on and soon she was what he assumed boys at school had meant when they talked about deep throating. She was sucking him so far in he was occasionally bumping into the back of her throat with the head of his cock. It made her gag when he did and he didn't want to hurt her, but hearing the gurgling sounds she'd make when it happened, gagging on his dick but never stopping, was the hottest thing ever.

"You're doing so good, El. This...you're...oh god, your tongue. Do you like sucking my cock, El? Suck on just the tip for a second if you do."

Mike ran his fingers through her hair and used gentle thrusts, meeting her mouth as she went down.

And then she was sucking on the head, teasing the tip with her tongue, her lips locked firmly around the top. She was answering his question.

"Oh god, you do. You suck it like you like it. El, I think you're gonna make me come. I'll warn you so you can step back. Please don't stop yet though. It's so good."

Mike kept watching her, kept fucking her hot mouth as she sucked and lapped at his cock. He could feel it. He was about to come hard while his father preached, about to come probably harder than ever because of the unassumingly sexy girl on her knees before him giving him head that would most likely never be matched in his lifetime. He was so thankful.

"El, oh, El, I'm gonna come," Mike whispered, trying to push her back. "It's gonna go in your mouth if you don't stop now. Oh, it's coming. I'm coming, El, you gotta move."

El refused to budge, instead holding onto Mike's cock firmly as she jerked him off. Her mouth did the same with the tip, sucking it hard while Mike continued to lament about how she should step away.

She didn't and it was only a matter of seconds until she felt warm come shooting from the tip of his cock into her mouth. She took it all in, her eyes squeezed shut and her brows furrowed as she tried to get used to the taste. It wasn't the most pleasant thing in the world, but it was Mike's and she promised herself that this was not the last time she would have his semen.

When she opened her eyes, he was still thrashing above her and although the jets of come were gradually slacking off, he was still moaning and shaking. He looked so beautiful and El admired him the entire time, her throat taking all of the warm liquid in until there was none left.

Slowly pushing her head away from around his cock, she lapped at his overly sensitive tip a few more times to make sure he was clean. Mike trembled at the act and El smiled in response.

"Was it good?" She was confident in her ministrations enough to ask that as she stood up and wiped her mouth. The taste of Mike still lingered on her lips.

Mike was still coming down from the high of coming, and in El's mouth at that. He looked down as she kissed the tip of his cock, her lips barely touching the sensitive head.

"Was it good? El, that was like, the best, the most amazing, like the greatest feeling ever. It was awesome. You are awesome."

It occurred to Mike then that she still was only wearing panties and stockings but he could also hear his father and knew the church service would be over soon. He pulled her to her feet and to his chest, his naked dick smashed between their stomachs.

"What about you though? The service is almost over. I want to make you feel good." His tone was apologetic and he couldn't stop himself from kissing her again. Her lips looked a little swollen from rubbing so hard against his cock and they glistened even in the dim light filtering into the storage room from the sanctuary.

"I'm fine."

She let Mike wash her in affection while she just giggled and took his kisses. They tickled and she squirmed against him until they stopped and just embraced each other.

"But be ready for next week. I want you to do the same to me, so maybe you should practice until then. Use your hand," she whispered over his ear.

Judging by the things reverend Wheeler was preaching, El could tell the sermon was about to come to an end. It made her sad to know that she and Mike would have to part for another seven days, but she was grateful to have him even then. He always knew how to make her feel special.

Author's Note: It will get way more...graphic? Smutty? From here on. Maybe choose your reading nooks wisely.