Falling In Love With A Church Girl
She is so real and I’m so fake
The delectable church girl is officially my Boo. We danced the night away at the skating rink and became even more fascinated with one another.
She is still a good girl; we are not having sex; we kiss, cuddle, and pet: I enjoy her company. Amber is laid back, cool, and collected. She possesses an air of classy sexiness.
My Princess has a way of making you feel special. She finds me hilarious and laughs at all my shenanigans. When we are together, she wears a Perma grin.
Amber looks at me as if I’m gifted to her by God. It’s almost embarrassing for a beer-drinking, weed-smoking, life-ruining, 15-year-old philanderer to have one of the hottest coeds in the tri-county area.
Amber is my ideal woman, 5 feet 9, with shoulder-length jet-black hair, and flawless skin. A smile that would melt the heart of any cold-blooded heathen.
We are having a picnic on the lawns at Isothermal Community College. We just left church service at New Christ.
I lay the big checkered blanket out. Amber and I have a basket of wings, potato wedges, sodas, and grapes. It’s a gorgeous Sunday afternoon.
We have changed out of our church clothes. Amber is a vision of loveliness.
