Conversion Therapy Ch. 01

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Fundamentalist Christian meets a lover and discovers sex.
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Part 1 of the 15 part series

Updated 06/09/2023
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Taking a break from classes and my teaching responsibilities for the day, I walked to the sea wall to eat lunch. A young woman was sitting where I normally sat, so I asked if I could sit near her.

She smiled up at me and said, "Sure. Why not?"

Thinking it a good idea to do so, I introduced myself as Jaxson Ballard and spelled it.

"New age parents", she correctly surmised. "My name is Layla Strong", she said and stuck out her hand leaning over to shake mine, "Nice to meet you."

"I don't think I've ever seen you before and I think I would have noticed."

"Oh, I'm new in town. Just came down for the fall term."

"So you are a college student?"

"Yes, but Bible College."

"What do you study there?"

"The Bible, silly."

"Is that all? I mean, that's not much of a college course."

"I know but my parents don't care. They think I'm not college material for regular college and all they care about is that I get married."

"So you are looking for a minister to marry."

"I guess that is their preference plus they think all the boys at the Bible college will be prudish enough to not turn their daughter into a slut."

"Hummm. So are you?" I asked smiling a bit and hoping I wasn't acting like a lech. I had been checking her out as she was me. She was hot enough to be a slut, but was not dressed like one. Her long dark brown hair had red highlights, her brown eyes were beautiful and her smile was to kill for. She also had a flirtatious way about her. Her dress was quite modest.

"Am I a slut? You're really asking me that!" she feigned offense.

I held up my hands in surrender. "No, not really," I laughed. "I was just playing with you. You look nothing like a slut."

"So I'm a prude?" She asked with a slight smile of amusement.

"I'd not say that but I do think you are, ummm, alluring."

She smiled and turned her head away. Then she turned back and said, "So am I luring you."

"Yes ma'am! You sure are."

"Why?"

"Several reasons, first, I can't imagine any normal man not finding you quite attractive. Second, and I don't mean this to cause offense, you are sort of flirty. And third, you are not involved at my college and I don't want a relationship with someone to begin with at college. I prefer to start out with some distance."

"Why's that?" she asked.

"Well, if it doesn't work out it sort of creates friction in the work place. There is enough friction already."

"So, you think we might not have friction?"

"Maybe, maybe not, but we'll never know if we don't find out. I'm glad I sat down even for this short time. I usually have lunch here, but my schedule is sort of messed up today, so I have to go back to work. Could I get your number, so I can call? I really will. In fact, I'll call you tonight right after I get out of class. More or less 9."

"I guess. Why not. You seem a good enough sort, but you have to promise not to turn me into a slut. My parents would be quite dismayed."

I stood, got my note book out of my bag and wrote, "Layla" and stopped. "So what's your number?"

"You have to promise first."

"Oh, scout's honor," I said, holding up my hand with the three finger pledge.

"Were you ever one of those?"

"Yeah, years ago."

"OK, then I believe you because you had to take the pledge to tell the truth, right?"

"Right!"

"Here, let me write it."

I handed her the notebook and she wrote her number in it.

"I'm not going to call and get that horrible beeping noise they give when you get a wrong number."

"No, I promise its real. Also, I'll be home, so I'll be there to answer."

"Then its a date. Call you tonight."

***

I was overwhelmed by him and had an odd desire in my chest and you no where. I'd liked boys before but he was different. Of course, for one thing he was not a boy. He was not very tall but quite handsome with sort of scruffy beard and not so much hair on his head. Plus unlike all the guys at Bible College, he was not just a college grad, he was a professor. Did that mean he has a Ph.D. Wow! That'd shock may parents.

I spent the afternoon running errands, and cleaning the house of one of my clients. That's what I do for living expenses. Doesn't pay a lot but it pays a fair amount and I get by on it.

About 6:30 I got home, fixed a bit of supper and ate and began to study. I was taking a couple of courses, one from the Old Testament, one from the New Testament, and one on writing research papers. At this point, the latter was mostly grammar, so I didn't have to work very hard. I did the exercises which are easy because I am pretty good on grammar. I read the parts of the books of the Bible assigned.

I probably shouldn't say that. All afternoon and even now about all I could think about was Jaxson. You should know that ever since puberty, I have had a problem. I have spontaneous orgasms. I can be doing nothing sexual and bang. Right now, I felt like I was gushing and tingling down there and felt on the verge of one most of the afternoon.

I've never been quite so taken with someone as with Jaxson. He did seem really nice. But I wonder what he sees in me. I didn't hardly wear much make up, so I must look a bit of a fright.

But he said he thought I was alluring. Did that mean sexy? Geez! Nobody ever told me that before. But, then, the boys I am usually around would be afraid to. Even the girls seldom referred to my looks. My church and the college frown on any talk of sex.

The big problem for me right now is, I can't stop thinking about him and I don't recall a thing I read. It doesn't matter because I'm pretty familiar with these parts of the Bible. After all, I was a statewide Bible drill winner.

I put the books aside and thought I'd watch a bit on TV. I turned it on and the show "Friends" was on. My Mom would have a fit if she knew I watched it with all the sexual innuendo and all, but I liked the characters and the humor.

Even during the sitcom I couldn't think of anything but Jaxson, so I couldn't remember the show when it was over. He looked good with his clothes on, his nice Van-Heusen shirt and dockers. He appeared to be in good shape— in fact, excellent shape. What bothered me most was my mind kept wondering what was under the clothes. What would his chest look like, his butt, his you know. Then it came strong, with shivers and quakes. I tried suppressing any noises but failed it was so strong and felt so good. And, it lasted a full two or three minutes. Wow!

Maybe I was turning into a slut, and he had nothing to do with it. I'll have to talk to Grindle tomorrow. She has a lot of experience with boys. I need to know if I'm getting perverted. I know Mom would think so.

Suddenly, the phone rang. "Was it time?" I thought and looked at my watch. "Nope! Must be someone else.

"Hello," I said into the phone.

"Hi, Layla, what's up?'

"Oh, hi Grindle, I was just thinking of talking to you tomorrow. What's up with you?"

"Oh, really. What about?"

"Well what did you call about?"

"Just calling. I was bored."

"So I met a guy today."

"Oh my," said Grindle.

"Yeah, I'll say."

"Where?"

"I was sitting on the sea wall day dreaming about whether I'd ever meet a guy I wanted to even consider a life with, and this guy comes over and asks if he can sit near me."

"And who is he?"

"Nobody you would know. He teaches at a real college. He's young but not as young as us because he has a Ph.D. or I think he must."

"Now I'm really like wow!" replied Grindle. "So you like him."

"Yeah, what's not to like. He's handsome, very nice. Smiles a lot. And he has a real job."

"I wish Harry had a real job or prospects for one. As you know, youth ministry is not a high paying profession."

"Yeah, I know. Anyway, I just can't stop thinking about him and tingling you know where. I think I'm becoming a slut. I've already cum once just thinking about him."

"God, I wish I could cum without touching myself. Then I wouldn't feel guilty. But that's no big deal. Lots of us tingle there over any guy who pays us attention. Most of us cannot avoid masturbation even if it is sinful."

"Well, to be honest this response to a man is new to me. And you know how I am. I think I'll probably cum the minute the phone rings next time."

"Wow! Girl you must have it bad."

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"I'll tell you what. Why don't I come over about 8:30. We can have breakfast and talk. In the meantime, remember you are pretty normal."

"OK. In fact, it's about time he's supposed to call. Don't want him to get the old honk honk of a busy signal."

"He's going to call you? Oh, my Lord, that's too much. Call me as soon as you get off the phone."

"No, I'll see you in the morning."

"OK 'bye".

***

I got home about two minutes to 9, got a beer out of the fridge and got naked. I hate wearing clothes and I especially hate it at home. Fortunately, my landlord doesn't mind me sitting on my patio naked or swimming in the pool that way. I think maybe she has a thing for me. She's a bit old for me and she is also always naked. I'm not sure if it is because of me being or if she just likes to be.

Then I dialed the number for Layla. She answered on the fifth ring cause she does not want to seem too anxious, I surmise.

"Hi!"

"Hi, Layla, its Jaxson."

"I figured," she said dispassionately.

"So what are you doing?"

"Oh, reading the Bible."

"I mean really."

"What? I'm in Bible college and you don't think I read the Bible."

"No! I was just hoping you were thinking about me, because you are all I've thought about since this afternoon."

He could feel her smile fill her face.

"Well, I have thought a bit about you and wondered some things."

"Like what?"

"Like do you have a Ph.D. or not."

"I do. I just finished last year at Florida State."

"Also, what do you do to keep so fit?"

"Swim about 1400 meters a day and eat properly. What about you?"

"I ride my bicycle everywhere I go and walk a lot. That's about it."

"Where do you have to go?"

"School and my work is all over town. I have one place about 10 miles away. It's quite a hike but it pays me the best."

"And what do you do for work?"

"It's embarrassing."

"Work is work. Mom always said any work is good if it is honest."

"OK, I clean houses for fairly rich people."

"That's good, I need a housekeeper but I can't pay much."

"Well, I do not work for potential ummmm."

"Boyfriends?"

"Well, I didn't say that."

"OK, but I think you'd make a good potential girlfriend."

He couldn't see her but he was pretty sure she was smiling. He sure was. She became silent for a moment or two. It sounded as if she had her hand over the phone.

"I guess I'd be up to finding out about that."

"Really?" I said.

"Yep! I think so. You seem a good sort", she said.

"I think I am, also. Would you like to go to dinner this weekend?"

"Depends on which night." She'd been told to always turn down the first suggestion.

"How about Saturday night? I have a ball game to go to Friday night. You'd probably not want to go to that."

"What if I did?" she asked sort of breaking the rule but putting him in a bit of a bind. She almost took it back but, then, stopped herself.

"OK. Lets make it a date. I'll pick you up at 6 for dinner and then we can walk from there to the stadium."

"Friday night then. Really!" she exclaimed.

"Yep. Before we get weird or anything, let's say good bye and I'll see you Friday."

She gave him her address and they hung up.

***

Next morning, I rose early because my mind was on Jaxson still. There had been little sleep, just day dreams and unmistakable urges. Urges, I had had before but not this intensely. While we were on the phone, I had had a small orgasm. Then before I went to sleep, when I put on my nightgown, I began thinking of being naked with him. What had come over me? I'd never even let such a thought pass my mind much less given it thought, but I'd hardly let the nightgown cover me than I went into a super duper orgasm. When it was over, I felt so good, warm all over and fell right to sleep, but, even in sleep, he was on my mind, so I woke from dreaming about him in orgasmic state several times. I even woke up this morning having an orgasm when the alarm went off.

Grindle arrived right on time, an annoying habit she had. We sat at the table to eat. She had brought a few pastries and coffee.

"Sooooo, fill me in."

"There's little to tell. He called right on time. He asked me to go out on Friday."

"Oh, my God, this is so exciting."

"Well, you don't have to curse about it."

Layla knew that Grindle had not been raised in a Christian home, so her language was sometimes not what Layla was accustomed to.

"Yes, but really. This is so great for you."

"What else did you learn about him?"

"He does have a Ph.D. Just finished. And, I think he actually likes me. Anyway, I found him easy to talk to. No bad language, very clean."

"And you did what once you were off the phone?"

"Tingled. I can't stop tingling or having orgasms and I can't stop thinking about him."

"That's all right. Tingling and thinking. It's sort of normal. Having orgasms like you do, I don't think so."

"Yes, but I'm afraid I am being lustful."

Grindle laughed uproariously. "Lustful! Really Layla. You can think about boys, you can tingle and one of the greatest joys of all, you can make yourself cum."

"That's a sin."

"Layla, come on girl. Where in the Bible does it say that."

"Well, nowhere exactly. It's implied or I've always been taught so."

"Nowhere and, if the Bible does not prohibit it literally or by clear analogy, it is permitted. There's a lot of stuff you've been taught is wrong that the Bible says nothing about."

"Like what?"

"Masturbation for one thing. Almost everyone does it. Haven't you ever made yourself cum."

"I don't have to make myself. Right after Jaxson walked away yesterday, I had an orgasm. Didn't even touch anything. Riding over to my job on my bike, I orgasmed again. It makes me so ashamed."

"Oh, God, girl. We have a lot of work to do. First, there is nothing more important than loving yourself, and second, it is good for mental health and physical health. Harry and I have sex a fair amount and I still masturbate."

I was appalled. These two Christian Bible College students had sex. Grindle could see it on my face.

"We don't have intercourse, but there is nothing in the Bible that condemns anything but intercourse. So we do about everything else."

"There is more to do?"

"Honey, yes! A lot more."

"Like what?"

"Get naked for one. We make out a lot. He feels my tits and sucks them. I like feeling his chest, butt and cock."

Layla looked questioning and asked, "His cock. What's a cock?"

"Layla, my love, you learned it was called a penis."

That shocked her even more. "You touch his penis?"

"I not only touch it, that's just getting started. I go down and suck it and he licks my pussy from ass to clit."

Layla was about to overload. She'd never talked about what one does while having sex. She was also about to cum like a banshee. Then she did crying out in staccato, "My, my, my! And then I'm sor'... . I'm sor'. I'm sorry." It took a full minute or two for her to calm down.

"Wow! That's incredible. I've never cum without touching myself. That's not true. Once on the washer and then with the lawnmower."

"Oh my!" was all Layla could get out.

"Layla, tell me the truth. You've never masturbated?"

"No! Never!"

"What do you even know about your pussy?"

"More or less what it is called. That's all."

"You ever looked at it."

"Oh, heaven, no!"

"Well, you are about to." With that, Grindle got up and went in the bedroom and found Layla's hand mirror. Returning, she sat down and said with authority, "Get those drawers off."

Layla hesitated. "You do it or I will". Layla stood but did not make the move to take them off, so Grindle reached up and tore them off. Layla fell to the couch in another orgasm.

"Oh, man, would I give anything to orgasm that easily."

"Maybe you wouldn't, sometimes it is embarrassing."

"OK. Let's take a look. Pull that dress up and open those legs."

Layla complied. OK, you hold the mirror so you can see.

Grindle began the tour. "First, we need to do something about all that hair. It's just too much, but let's proceed. You have a very nice pussy. Nice lips and very prominent. On both sides you have what we call lips. As you can see there are like two folds of them. Now feel how sensitive they are." She ran her fingers softly up and down them. "Inside there are several treasures. One is your clitoris which is right up here. Yours looks a lot like a man in a canoe. Very nice. Below it right here is a hole. That is your urethra from which you pee. Below that is your vagina opening. Then an inch or so behind is your anus. That can bring its own delights."

"What?"

"Never mind, we'll get to that some day. Now the tour is not over. All of this is very sensitive and a good lover, you or your new boyfriend, will pay attention to stimulating it first. Then inside," she stuck two fingers in, "it is very lubricated. Wow! Never seen anything like it. Inside the vagina is this place that you need to know about called the cervix. It is at the end of the vagina and is hard to reach if you have small hands, but it is so sensitive." Grindle, whose fingers are quite long, touched it and my eyes went wide. Grindle continued to touch it and a few moments later, I went wild in an orgasm.

Eventually, I stopped screaming and began to cry and then sob uncontrollably.

Grindle reached out and took me in her arms and said, "Oh, honey, I didn't mean to hurt you. Please don't cry."

It took quite a while but, finally, I stopped sobbing and said, "Geeez, Grindle, that was so good. I've never felt like that. It was like all the pain and anger I have in me just went away."

"I thought maybe you were mad at me for what I did."

"Not mad but I wonder if we should do this."

"Did it feel good?"

Layla nodded that it did.

"Then its good. One more thing. Let me put my fingers back in. Here just inside the opening on the stomach side is a little lump. It's the size of a walnut usually. Yours seems larger. Notice when I touch it how it feels."

"You do that much longer and I'll cum again."

"Good, so I will and something else." Grindle leaned forward and began to kiss and lick and suck Layla's clitoris. In moments, Layla was off to the races again. This time, Grindle got a mouth full of girl cum. Some splashed into her face and some onto her blouse to the point it was pretty wet.

Once the squirting was over, Grindle sat up. "Wow! Girl you have a special gift. I've heard of girls squirting but never seen it. How did it feel."

"I don't know. A bit like I needed to pee, then real good like a huge release. I guess it was. I think you'll need to borrow a blouse."

"Nope, Harry will be delighted."

"He'll be delighted you did this with me. Isn't this a sin? Isn't this what they call lesbian."

"They can call it whatever they want. I call it fun and making love with my girlfriends."

"But the Bible says its sin."

"There you go with the Bible again. First, the Bible says it is wrong for a man to lie with a man like with a woman. It says nothing about girl on girl. Second, I think we have to ask ourselves if it feels good, and it does, we have to ask if what we've been taught about the Bible is true. In this case I'm for having fun with and making love to my girlfriends."

It finally got through to me what she was saying, "You do this with more than one girlfriend?"

"Yes, dear, I do it with about four on a regular basis. When I go home for a visit, my sister and our cousin sleep together and fuck like nobodies business."

I was shocked at the idea and the language. "I'm just not sure."