Preachers Wife Chapter 5 from Preachers Daughters
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*Before you start reading and just to clarify: All characters in this story are of course at least 18 years old.*
*Oh, and if you like, what you read, don't forget to like;) *
I was a normal boy, living a normal life, in a small village in a completely unimportant rural area somewhere in western europe. There was really nothing special about me. I wasn't particularly strong or tall. I wasn't the smallest kid in class either, though always somewhat below-average. I was fairly thin too making it oh so obvious that I was not in a good position to defend myself against any bullys.
I grew up having an older sister, whom I never really grew really close to, though we love and support each other in times of need. We really just live our seperated lives now. Among us both she is the extrovert while I was always a little bit shy, especially when it came to the other sex... Our parents loved each other, I guess, they loved us and gave us both a sheltered youth. Well... They did their best.
Luckily I was somewhat of a social and likeable person, always well connected and so I found myself in the company of friends, mostly drinking our youth away, getting stoned and experimenting with almost every forbidden mind altering substance we could get our hands on. Don't ask how I did it, but I managed to make it through school and went to a university close to my hometown in the end.
During School I made some first sexual experiences. Especially with one girl from my class - Lara. She was way more experienced than us boys and than most girls in our class. Well, „more experienced” is one way to put it. She was a sexual maniac. We were still going to school and she had already fucked a guy in his late twenties... She was of the snowwhite type with a perfect milky white skin, that was soft and warm to the touch, red lips that gave her a seductive smile. She coloured her hair dark and had firm breats with perky pink nipples thst were sensitive enough, to make her wet when properly touched. And speaking of wet... She had a strong, black bush between her legs that would capture the alluring smell of her arousal and she was aroused quite often. I made sure of that.
Being able to fuck her and obviously satisfying her, gave me a reputation among the more sexually active girls. I wonder now, why I didn't make the most of this when I had the opportunity... Oh well. Everybody makes mistakes I guess. Besides, I had other problems soon enough.
That girl, she even told me I had a big cock, the biggest she had ever fucked and that I was the first guy being able to fuck her to an orgasm... That should have bolstered my confidence, right? I mean, she was really experienced, even with guys way way older than us. Strangely enogh it didn't and nine months into our relationship I started to feel anxoius about being able to satisfy her. Maybe that was the sign that something was wrong with me.
My anxiety grew worse and a few months later, she dumped me for another fucker. Well. That was bound to happen anways sooner or later, but of course it didn't help with my anxiety either. My psychological problem grew so bad eventually that it started to jeopardize my graduation. Whenever in a test situation I started sweating badly, my thoughts would run wild or come to a grinding halt paralyzing my whole being. My throat went dry out of sheer nervousness and I started coughing. If nothing had happened, my life could have gone very differently but back then you could get an appointment with a psychologist or a psychotherapist wothout having to wait for months. And that I did. Or to tell it as it was, I was made to. I was of course terribly ashamed and very anxious when first meeting her. But there was really no need to feel bad. She was a nice and kind person and after just a few hours of talking about my problem - I was sure not to tell her about anything sexual or drug related though - she asured me that my problem was of a mild nature and quite common. So she introduced me to a meditation technique which should help me calm dowm in stressfull situstions.
Guess what? It worked. Not from day one on of course but with daily meditation I grew more and more calm and found back to my old somewhat selfconfident state. Lucky me because with this secret weapon of mine I managed to get through school without any real work on my side - although with grades plainly below my potential. But I didn't care. I was all set for going to a university in a city nearby, studying the humanities with a focus on modern literature and my special interest: drugs and their influence on pop culture. Oh, and girls. I knew there would be more girls to be found in humanities than in... Well let's not get into cliches here.
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