It started when I was around 14 years. It’s an Anglican Church and I was a member of the AYF. We usually met at the church on Saturdays for fellowship and other activities.
That fateful day I was the first to arrive and decided to go to the parsonage and wait for the others when it suddenly started raining heavily.
The young priest invited me into his house so that I don’t catch cold. His wife had gone to visit her people and wouldn’t be back for a few days.
As the rain carried on we sat in his sitting room watching some home videos and making small talks. Then NEPA took light and everywhere became very dark.
He stood up to find his way to look for light and tripped over a stool blocking the way and fell into the chair is was sitting on, his hands landing square on my breasts.
We didn’t move for a moment. I don’t know if I wanted him to let go and he didn’t seem to want to let go either.
“Are you OK?” he asked me.
I answered in the affirmative. He still held me and I didn’t make any move to stand up.
He slowly got up and drew me up to stand pressed against him. I could feel his hardness against me. I knew he wasn’t sure what to do next and decided to encourage him.
He is very handsome and I am sure I wasn’t the only girl in the church who crushed for him. I raised my arms and pressed him against myself softly.
That was all the invitation he needed and he was kissing me so passionately. I had never been kisser before then and didn’t really know how it was done.
He swept me off the ground and carried me to a guest room. There he undressed me and gently explored my body. It was my first time and he penetrated me with so much care and gentleness.
The rain had subsided by the time we were done and I cleaned up and left.
The next day in church we looked at each other but acted normal. After service when I was sure everybody had left, I made an excuse to my parents to go back to the church. He was alone and we did it again before he would leave for the evening fellowship.
Afterwards he would pay for a room very far away and I will come from school and meet with him.
He was posted out from our church to a very far place a year later and I lost contact.
I am 29 now and married with two kids and the priest of my childhood has been posted to where I live. He didn’t recognize me but I suddenly feel attracted to him and I want to tell him who I am and do something with him. I would probably blackmail him if he refuses but as hot looking as I am now, I doubt if he would refuse.