Backsliding: Tim's Story

"Maybe I am," I said with a mischievous grin.

"In that case, maybe I should return the favor. I'm very attracted to you as well Tim. You are so strong and kind. When I'm around you, you make me feel like a woman."

Janine then leaned over and kissed me straight on the lips. Her lips were so red and full and soft. I closed my eyes as I kissed back. It had been quite a while since I felt this way about a girl.

We didn't kiss that long. I was still a good Christian boy at that point. We were a couple from that point on. I knew she wasn't a Christian and that this wasn't right, but she was so interested in God and I knew I was the best chance she had at becoming a believer. Missionary dating is what they call it, and I was for the first time in my life behind the idea.

My accountability partner never learned of my lustful ways or the fact that Janine wasn't a Christian. For all he knew and the rest of Crusade on Campus knew, Janine was one of them, a good Christian girl.

The rest of the semester we basically kicked Andy out of the group and told him we'd do the project for him. He was ok with that of course. We'd go out on dates, hold hands everywhere and kiss. We never went farther than a kiss at that point, but boy did we love to kiss.

Lyndsey and I used to do very small little kisses. Practically pecks. My kisses with Janine were long and very wet. It involved tongues and our hands would caress each other's bodies. It was wrong, but I loved it.

We dated into the summer and got increasingly intimate. Our make out sessions got longer and longer and she began touching me in places that a non-married couple shouldn't touch. I of course kept my hands above the waist concentrating on her full round breasts.

At the end of summer things went a little too far. We were in her apartment alone. Her roommate was gone and we were on her bed talking. Before I would have had warning signs going off by now, but I didn't notice anything wrong.