A/N: THIS WAS SIMPLY BECAUSE OF PEER PRESSURE and even though I'm still lacking what was asked of me this is NOT my thing so I'm just glad I actually finished it...even if it was like a reallllly long time.

Well tahdah here's your NONsmut...ENJOY!

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I check my watch.

10 A.M.

I can't remember the last time I saw this time of day.

OhMyBuhjeezy!

Someone.

Anyone.

Please shoot me.

I'm begging you!

I've got a hangover from hell and my mom decides today of all days that I NEED prayer for my teenage soul.

I'm trying to not to get caught falling asleep behind the large pair of sunglasses that adorn my face and my head propped up on a book of hymns.

Apparently I'm not too successful because about every ten minutes I yelp from a sharp pain in my side where my witch of a mother has pinched my thigh.

I glare at her, rub my eyes, and start the process all over again until it's time to go.

It's the same routine every other Sunday.

I don't know why she even bothers dragging me along.

Sigh.

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Woohoo!!!

Guess what today is?

Yep, I'm sure you guessed it.

It's Sunday.

I'm jumping for joy on the inside even though my outside looks like a bored 17 year old, dressed in a skirt that's not appropriate for church, a dark skull covered hoodie, and of course my oversized shades to block out any ray of light that will agitate the dull throbbing in the back of my head.

I take the same seat I do every week and glance around for my source of pillow this week.

Ugh.

This freaking sucks.

No, wait a minute.

Oh, here we go.

Ding ding ding! Fight!

And there it is.

I'm on round four of the nod-pinch-glare game with my mother and I give up at this point.

Standing I make my way to the restroom where I will plot my escape.

Okay, not really but it did cross my mind.

After about fifteen minutes of mindless chatter with myself and because of the lack of cell phone reception in the restroom I make my way back to my seat when all of a sudden I'm crashing into another body and mumbling curses under my breath.

After catching my balance, which was no easy task, I notice the other person tumbling to the floor and when I spin around to glare at them I'm met with furious icy blue eyes glaring at me terrifyingly close to my face.

"Excuse you" she speaks in the gentlest tone even though I can tell she is pissed beyond words

Hey, wait a minute this chick is just as much at fault as I am!

I step back from being caught of guard and I can't help but forget about my frustration with this girl because well lets just say that being the perv that I am I check her out and I'm definitely not disappointed.

I just smirk at her, lift my shades to take a second glance and continue the way I was going.

After making it halfway down the hallway I glance back and icy baby blues is bending over picking up the papers that must have fallen as we collided and who am I to not take advantage of the view.

She stands upright, catching my stare and when I throw her a wink before I turn to walk away I swear I saw her cheeks flush a pale pink.

I return to my seat with my mother but my mind is elsewhere.

The remainder of the service is spent daydreaming of the girl in the hallway.

Not innocently, might I add.

I keep seeing her bent over on my bed like she was when she picked up those papers.

Shaking the thoughts out of my head I look around and realize everyone is standing to leave.

I'm so going to hell.

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It's so quiet here.

I love that feeling of being all alone in an open space.

I love feeling I can whisper and it will echo across the room bouncing off the walls for no one to hear.

I love the sound of my footsteps clacking on the hard surface of the floor

The room is empty, only lit by two small windows shining the sun brightly into the dark room.

I glance around the room and take in the rest of my surroundings.

I turn and see a silhouette in the distance.

Walking up behind her I feel her shiver at my touch as I run my hands down her shoulders and arms all the way to her fingertips.

Kissing across her back, I bring her hands to meet with mine at her waist where the tips of my fingers lightly touch her over her clothes.

Her body relaxes against me as I pull her closer moving our locked hands up and down her thighs.

Releasing my hands from hers I grabbed her waist and spun her to face me while she put her arms around my neck and pulled me back to her.

Our bodies touching as she moves her face closer to mine hesitantly.

At the last minute I pass her lips moving even closer to kiss slowly up her neck to right behind her ear.

Her clasp around my neck tightens as I let out a small, almost silent moan.

Continuing down her jaw line to her lips, she surprises me by taking my bottom lip between her teeth and pulling it which causes me to moan and she takes that chance to capture my lips in a heated kiss

Moving forward I push her against the frame of the window and bring us together in a slow grind as our legs intertwine and rub against each other languidly.

She feels so good against me.

Kissing me like there's no tomorrow and I almost want to give in completely to her but oxygen is becoming an issue.

Reluctantly I pull myself from her and the combination of the want in her eyes and pout of her lips make me growl from the pit of my stomach.

Or something like that.

Suddenly lifting her up she lets out a small yelp but wraps her legs around my waist without pause

I grind and thrust slowly into her center and she pulls her arms tighter around my neck as I move us away from the wall and begin walking.

Her body held so close to me.

Without losing an inch of distance between us I sit her down breathing her in as I place teasing kisses over her lips.

She moans as I spread her legs wider and thrust into her.

Her back's against the uncomfortable pew as her nails dig into my flesh where she has lifted my shirt halfway up my back.

I look down to see the small blue dress worn under her robe is scrunched up around her waist as she writhes under me and I smirk at her.

Her eyes are half lidded and her hands are everywhere over my body as I tease her neck and bosom.

I can't get enough of her.

She's chanting 'Father, forgive me' and the small gasps she's emitting turn me on even more and I thrust harder into her body.

All of a sudden she rips my face away from her body and is kissing me frantically.

Long fingers wrap into my curls and release them out of the hair clip they were bound in.

Running her fingers through my hair she lightly sucks on my bottom lip causing me to pant and she wastes no time taking opportunity and forcing her tongue into my mouth.

I lose control of my senses and stop moving against her when her lips crashed against mine so deliciously.

I need to have the upper hand.

I pull away from her as she steadily tries moving me back to her lips.

After a beat I slowly lean forward and pull back as she leans in to try to capture my lips with hers.

We do this a few times before she whimpers and I give in, leaning down and taking her bottom lip between my teeth before I go back to creating a slow sexy tango as our tongues duel for dominance.

She moans softly and it lights a fire in my body.

I grasp her hips tightly and pick up the motion with my hips against hers and she throws her head back onto the pew giving me full advantage of her long pale neck.

I lick up from her barely showing collar bone up to the underside of her chin and back down to her pulse point, biting her neck.

She lets out a mixture between a cry and a moan and her hips start to move in rhythm with mine.

I move one of my hands from her waist and wrap my fingers around to the front of her frame and up her robe that's hanging open to tease her breasts over her clothing.

She cries out and I continue my ministrations as her legs tighten and her hips begin bucking against me harder like she's reaching for something.

I meet her thrust for thrust and the friction isn't enough for me but I can tell that she's getting close.

Her body is starting to flush and her pants are faster and shallower.

I never slow down.

My voice is raspy as I call out to her, "Spencer."

Her arms reach out in frenzy, one grabbing my waist pulling me harder against her and the other palming my breast.

Her eyes open and she stares at me with her darkened blue eyes.

I capture her lips with mine moments before she tears them away biting hard on my bottom lip as she moans out her release. "Fuck, Ashley!"

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I'm jolted awake and catch myself before I fall out of bed and onto my face.

"Oh fuck me." I groan and look at the red numbers shining too brightly beside my bed.

3:28 A.M.

I'm actually home for a change and I can't fucking sleep!!!

Why you ask?

Spencer 'Preacher's Kid' Carlin.

Yes, I know her name.

Once I realized she was in the choir it wasn't hard to figure out whose daughter she was.

She was the exact replica of the Preacher's wife but with slightly longer blonde hair and a killer pristine smile.

I've had exactly one incident with her and my mind is replaying it over and over

But with extended x-rated scenes.

Naked Spencer.

Wet Spencer.

Whipped cream covered Spencer.

I've taken her in so many ways in my head that I can't even think straight anymore.

Stop the fucking madness!

It's making me crazy and by crazy I mean horny.

4:09 A.M.

I'm still awake.

I've gone to pee

Made a snack

Tried to watch TV

And listening to music

Spencer is still on my mind.

Why?

I don't even know this girl.

'But she's unbelievably hot.'

I smirk at my inner thoughts as they drift to sneaking a peak at her ass as she bent over the other day.

4:12 A.M.

Only three minutes later and by now I've decided to try going back to sleep no matter what.

4:22 A.M.

Ten minutes later.

I'm still awake and unconsciously running my hands over my belly button ring.

Just thinking.

About Spencer.

By now my thoughts have turned NC17.

I'm picturing her in her choir robe

Naked underneath

And a pair of black heels doing a sexy strip tease at the edge of my bed.

Mmmm

I close my eyes as my hands travel lower down my body and ghost over my damp boxers.

I bite my lip and as I open my eyes

Moving my hand back up my body

I try talking myself out of masturbating to the thought of the Preachers daughter.

5:01 A.M.

Yawn

My mind is arguing with itself and after a while I end up falling asleep with my hand at my waistband.

I guess the decision was made for me

Damn.

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