A Summer of Temptation and Self-Discovery

This story is a work of fiction. Like most of my stories, the basic scenario is one suggested by a friend of mine. She had found herself In this situation once, and through discussion, we talked about the basic lusts and passions between two individuals and the internal conflicts they would have to overcome to basic religious morals and overall societal mindfucks the youth of today have to go through concerning sex.

I can empathize with the characters, but legally cannot condone sexual relations between a minor and an adult.

Laura and her Youth Minister

Chapter 5

Laura was dressed and waiting by the street. She was in a good mood. The little exercise she had got in before drifting to sleep the night before had done a lot to clear the sexual tension that had been growing in her. Sometimes it wasn’t so easy, sometimes she had to keep after it until she hit upon something that did the trick, filled her needs. She was learning that her horniness wasn’t always there, but recently it had become a more frequent state.

Maybe it was her hormones increasing, she really didn’t know, but after fighting those urges earlier on in her life, she now gave in to them more and more, really allowing herself to enjoy those sensations, both mental and physical. She just kind of accepted it as a guilty pleasure, and the pleasure sure outweighed the guilt now.

Several cars passed her and she just stood there, trying to be invisible. Maybe she was. Gratefully, she heard the whine of the power steering belt as it made the corner and saw the lights of the van lighting the road in front of her. Michael flashed the high beams, she guessed he was trying to alert her, or wake her up or something, and she turned her looked down until the van came to a stop in front of her.

Stepping up to it, she opened the side door and blinked at the interior lights shining in the darkness. Michael gave his usual cheerful good morning and there was a mixed greeting from most of the other kids, from yawning “morning…” to more chipper “Good morning Laura!” which came from Elle, she was always cheerful, drat her.

A quick scan of the seating arrangement told her three things. First Kelsey wasn’t in the van. Second, Eric was riding shotgun, he liked to think he was the leader of this group, and spent a lot of time trying to hang around Michael. But mainly he said a lot of stupid stuff, trying to sound smart. And third, the only vacant seat left was next to Ben. That was ok, but Ben was kind of different. He was about the right size for his age, but a little pudgy, wore glasses and had some acne here and there. He always seemed to be wearing something his mother picked out, and that was probably right, considering his overbearing dull mother always had something critical to say about everything and everybody.

Laura felt a little sorry for him. She knew he had a crush on her, because she always caught him looking at her. She smiled a few times at him when she caught him, and he would blush a violent red and turn away. Even more he was always tongue-tied when he tried to respond to her questions or comments. Well, that would be ok today. It wasn’t but about 2 hours off, and she moved to the middle bench seat with him, placing her bag of extra clothes and towels between them, next his. She smiled and said good morning real low, and he smiles back shyly and returns the greeting, then turns to look out the window. In her mind she goes over the group, 5 girls, 4 guys, and Michael. Not too crowded, but a nice turnout.

“Where’s Kelsey?” she asks leaning over the bench seat between her and the driver’s seat.

“The oldest woke up last night with a tummy ache and wasn’t feeling good. He didn’t want Mommy to leave.”

“Awwww! Poor thing, I hope he gets better soon.” She responds and leans back listening to him say it was probably too much ice cream or something, he should be fine, wasn’t running a fever.

She hadn’t thought about Kelsey not being here. Somehow that made her feel more vulnerable or something. Like now was her chance, maybe, and she should do something really obvious to let Michael know she was ready to take it to the next level, but it had to be something that also would entice him to make that move, because she couldn’t. Laura pulled the white oxford around her a little tighter and clutched it to her chest. She felt kind of foolish and nervous, and a little selfish, since Kelsey was at home with a sick child. She brooded over that for a while then decided to not do anything, and felt much better as the van pulled into the parking lot of the pancake house, the first stop.

The crew sat down at a long set of those half booth, half tables all in a row along the windows. Laura sat down across from probably the closest girl friend she had in the group, Becky, and they compared nails. Michael looked across the table and made a kidding comment about ‘fire-fingers’ (one of his pet names for her, because of how fast her fingers flew on the keyboards sometimes) was getting to wear polish today without worrying about it melting off. He grinned as the others just looked stupidly at him, and then he said sincerely how nice they looked. Something about this little exchange seemed to help her mood, and she stuck her tongue out at him then hid behind the big menu, allowing herself to peek over the top and saw him looking back at her trying to look stern, but he couldn’t.

It was incredible the different things these boys ordered. It was like they were trying to outdo each other in being weird. Laura and her friend just rolled their eyes when Susanne tried to tell the boys how immature they were. They each settled on their orders and then looked at the brochure of the water park, mapping out the day and wondering about the new rides. Laura ate her order of French toast and bacon and settled back watching the boys have to eat down the chili jalapeno burgers they ordered for breakfast. Michael said he was glad he was glad they were only an hour away, because the van might be uninhabitable much longer than that.

As the kids paid their bills, Michael hung back to make sure there was an adequate tip left, then headed for the cashier line. Laura and Becky were at

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