the quiet church girl gets curious & let’s her bestfriend matt sturniolo take her virginity.
religious themes. mentions drugs. sexual content.
Y/n was the definition of a “goodie goodie”. She had been sheltered her whole life, her social life non-existent through high school as she only focused on her grades. She never went to parties, she never indulged in drugs and Sundays were strictly for church. She was known as the quiet church kid her whole life.
She was never a rebellious kid growing up, always respectful, the thought of breaking any laws spooked her. She was overall innocent, the most out of character thing she’d done was lie about being sick to get out of going to school. To which she then prayed to be forgiven as guilt swallowed her whole.
But she had been out of school for a year now. She put all her time and energy into work, also still going to church every sunday. She had her own apartment now, and lots of alone time. Almost too much alone time.
Her thoughts were stuck on the recent events that had happened with her best friend Matt Sturniolo. Matt and her had been friends since 6th grade. And although the two of them were very different, it didn’t stop the unbreakable bond they shared.
In fact Matt was almost the complete opposite of y/n. He’s indulged in drugs, even sold some, partied, had premarital sex and the list of questionable things goes on. Y/n didn’t judge him for it though. She’d pray for his safety, and give him grace when he’d do messed up things.
She knew Matt before he started doing all of that. They watched each other grow up, never judging each other through the drastic changes they went through. The bond they had, the connection, was very strong and very real.
Over the years of them growing up together y/n had developed a love for him that was incomparable to anyone else. He provided a sense of safety for her that she couldn’t quite find anywhere else. And as she was judged by everybody else her whole life for being “innocent” and sheltered, Matt was never one of those people.
Even after high school the bond they had only continued to grow. Which leads to the circumstances they were in now.
It was late at night when 3 weeks ago Matt had come over to y/n’s apartment. His eyes were red and low from being high as they laid on her bed together. His need to be close to her was always there, physical touch was a necessity for him. But on this particular night, the need to touch her was unbearable.
“Wanna spend the night?” y/n asked. Matt played with her hair, “mhm” he hummed. Y/n smiled, looking into his glossed over eyes. “Can I tell you something?” she asked. “Yeah, what’s up?” he said. She let out a deep exhale, nervous and unsure if she should confess what was on her mind.
“Sometimes I get curious about what weed feels like” she finally said. Matt’s eyes widened, “no. None of that” he said, immediately shutting her down. “I’m not saying I want to try it, I just get curious” she said. Matt grabbed onto her body, pulling her into his chest.
“Why are you all the sudden curious about it?” he asked as he ran his fingers through her hair. Y/n shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know, you always seem so happy and relaxed when you're high” she responded.
His hand moved to her waist and pulled her into him even closer. “Weed is bad for you” he said before he grabbed onto her leg and pulled it over top of him. She was used to being physical with Matt. But she wasn’t used to this type of cuddling, she wasn’t used to how needy he was being.
“I know. It doesn’t stop the curiosity though” she said. He started to rub onto her lower back, the touch soothing, the touch hard for her to ignore. “What else are you curious about?” he asked. She suddenly became tense, the truth to the question making her feel overwhelmed.
He noticed immediately. “What is it y/n? You can tell me” he said. A moment of silence passed, “sometimes I think about guys” she said. Matt’s hand stopped rubbing her back for a second, her words catching him off guard.
“What exactly do you mean?” he asked before his hand returned to rubbing her back. A sudden shyness appeared in y/n’s demeanor. “Like you know- i’ve never even had a first kiss” she admitted, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable.
Matt had always been attracted to y/n. In fact they’ve always found each other attractive, although y/n would never find the guts to admit that allowed. But Matt was very vocal about the way he felt about her from the start. Although he knew there were boundaries. He knew not to cross any lines.
But the thought of y/n kissing another man unsettled him. And that’s when the idea popped into his head.
Matt’s hand moved from her back to her hip, gripping onto her softly. “I can be your first kiss” he offered casually, his voice quieter than before. Y/n’s pulse quickened, the idea causing her to freak out internally.
Y/n thought about it for a minute. “I don’t want you to kiss me out of pity” she said. He chuckled like something she said was deeply funny. “Nevermind forget I said anything” she said, feeling extremely embarrassed. She tried to wiggle her body out of his grip but he wasn’t letting go anytime soon.
“Y/n, stop- it won't be from pity” he said in a reassuring tone. A pout formed on her lips, not fully convinced. He grabbed onto her, holding her in place against him. His fingers moved the dangling pieces of hair behind her ear.
“But wouldn’t it be a bad idea to kiss?” she asked. He shook his head no, “we're bestfriends, if anything it’d make sense if I was your first kiss” he said. “Are you sure? I just don’t want things to be weird after” she said. Matt reassured her over and over, wanting her to feel safe and comfortable.
He stared into her eyes, the innocents she carried was slightly intimidating. “You trust me?” he asked. She nodded her head, “yeah. With my life” she whispered. His hand moved to caress her face like it was the most fragile part of her.
He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Y/n felt adrenaline run through her veins, her heart pounding in her chest. She kissed him back, this sudden overwhelming need for more overpowering her.
She shoved down the guilt, the irrational thoughts and the slight shame she felt as his hand found its way to her lower body. All the thoughts about being forgiven, what her parents would think, and the emotional turmoil disappeared when he gripped onto her ass.
He loved the taste of her lips, the sweet sin of her lips on his made him unbelievably hard. The kisses became hungrier, more passionate, but slow and sloppy. He was the first to pull back, “fuck” he mummered, his chest rising and falling at a fast pace.
Y/n was confused by his actions, why would he pull away? “What? Was it bad? I’m sorry” she said, her cheeks heating up with a rosy pink color. “What? No- no” he started but was interrupted by y/n.
“You didn’t like it? You don’t find me attractive?” she said, already assuming the worst. He quickly grabbed onto her hand and placed it onto his clothed dick, letting her feel how hard he was.
She looked even more confused now, “why did you pull away then?” she asked. “If I didn’t stop then I wouldn’t have stopped at all” he said. She looked away for a moment, thinking, contemplating.
“I didn’t want to stop, Matt. I need more” she said. His eyebrows raised, shocked by her boldness. “More?” he repeated. She nodded her head. She stared at him with something heavy behind her eyes, something he’d never seen from her before.
Y/n had vocalized what she was comfortable with.
He ate her pussy until she was begging for mercy, the guilt she once felt turned into shameless desire. An unbearable need. He loved the way she gripped onto his hair, her moans and how her body trembled when she came undone from just his tongue.
After the high came down she laid on her bed naked and exposed, staring at the wall for a moment as she processed what just happened. Y/n grabbed the cross that she wore on her necklace and closed her eyes as anxiety coursed through her veins.
When Matt came back from the bathroom he could tell she was struggling internally. “No- no baby. You're okay, you're still pure or whatever. I promise” he said, trying his best to comfort her. He pressed soft kisses to her forehead and cheeks, “you're okay” he said.
A few weeks passed and y/n had found peace in knowing Matt was the first person to do anything sexual with her. Over time she started to replay the moments of him eating her out in her head. All of it was new to her, the feelings, the experience.
Nothing changed between Matt and her. Afterall they were best friends since 6th grade. The only thing that changed was the way they sometimes shared kisses now. And feeling a new level of attachment and trust.
Y/n wasn’t dumb, she knew people who were just friends didn’t do the things they did. But she was too scared to ask if they were something more. He became more clingy with y/n, spending all his time and energy with her. Spent the night more often. But she still had the suspicion he was messing around with other girls. Well, because that's just how Matt was as a person.
She hated feeling like an option. Like just another girl that he got wrapped around his finger. But all the doubts she had would disappear the moment he was in front of her. He had a way of making her feel special, safe, and secure.
Tonight wasn’t any different. Well at least in the beginning.
Y/n had convinced Matt to take her to a party with him. “I’m curious, I just wanna experience a party one time” she said. He shook his head, he could say no to a lot of people, but y/n wasn’t one of them.
She was nervous walking into the party. The crowd of obnoxious people was intimidating at first. Girls whose bodies were practically on display from the lack of clothing shocked her, flashbacks of last Sunday's church service appeared in her mind.
Matt let go of y/n’s hand the moment they entered the house. He leaned over, hovering over her ear, “go sit on the couch, im gonna go make a couple sales” he said. The thought of being alone in an environment like this sent chills up her spine but she listened to him.
She sat on the couch, trying not to pay too much attention to the people that were making out a few cushions away. She fidgeted with the hem of her dress as she watched everybody dance, letting the music and drugs control their bodies.
20 minutes later she was starting to miss Matt. A man with blonde hair sat down next to her, too close for her liking. “What are you doing here? Looking all bored and shit” he said. She hesitated, not exactly knowing how to respond. He chuckled.
“Come on don’t be so shy” he said, placing a hand on her thigh. Her body tensed as she froze. She needed to find Matt, like now. The man smiled, loving how innocent she looked. “Let’s go dance, yeah?” he said before standing up and pulling her off the couch.
She hated every moment, the awkwardness when telling him she didn’t know how to dance. The part where he grabbed onto her hips and guided her closer to him. “You wanna get a drink? It will help you loosen up” he said. She shook her head no as she searched around the room for Matt.“Whatever” the man said before walking away.
Y/n was now lost in the crowd as she searched for Matt. She slipped past sweaty bodies, trying to keep her composure as she was carelessly shoved over and over. She was starting to freak out, everything starting to overwhelm her.
When she made it to the back of the house she was sure that Matt had left at this point since she couldn’t seem to find him. Until she noticed the back of his head standing by the kitchen counter.
There was a group of girls surrounding him, one latched onto his arm whispering into his ear. “Matt” she yelled over the music. He didn’t turn around, didn’t even move an inch. She let out a deep exhale as she walked towards him.
“Matt” she repeated when she was closer. He turned around at the sound of his name being called. They locked eyes, everything around them disappearing for a moment. The girl that was latched onto his arm grabbed onto his shirt, pulling it to get his attention back.
Y/n rolled her eyes before walking towards the front door. Tears started to form in her eyes as she reached for the door knob. “Y/n” she heard her name being called but ignored it and fastened the pace that she was walking.
When she reached outside she looked around. She didn’t know this neighborhood but she was determined to find her way back home. Y/n started to walk on the sidewalk, wiping tears from her eyes.
She suddenly felt an arm enclose around her, “y/n, where are you going? What’s wrong?” a familiar voice said. She wiggled her way out of his grip, upset and overwhelmed. She turned around to face him. “I can’t do this Matt!” she yelled from frustration.
He looked at her with a confused expression plastered on his face. “Do what, baby? What’s wrong?” he asked, worry and concern taking over him. She wiped a tear from her face, “you left me alone to go be with other girls” she said, her voice breaking at the last part.
His face faltered, seeing her cry and so upset made him feel physically sick. “Y/n, I’m so sorry. I’m so- so sorry” he said, his arm reaching out for her. She sniffled, a mix of frustration and jealousy seeping beneath her skin.
“Come here, baby” he said, pulling her into his chest.
The car ride was back to his apartment was silent. Matt’s hand rested on her thigh the entire way, but no conversation was being had. She felt slightly foolish for crying, all of her feelings felt invalid. Because maybe it wasn’t her place to feel like this to begin with. She didn’t know where they stood. Or what they were. Or if they were anything at all.
Once they were in Matt’s bedroom she got under his blankets and closed her eyes. Matt turned the lamp and t.v. on before getting underneath the blanket with her. She turned to face the wall away from him. He couldn’t stand her silence. He couldn’t stand knowing he made her feel like this. It was killing him.
“Y/n, come here please” he said. “I’m right here” she said. “No baby, I mean come closer” he said, something close to desperation lacing his tone. The sound of his voice got to her. She turned to face him, “hmm” she hummed.
“I’m sorry, I was in the process of making sales. I shouldn’t have left you alone and i’ll never put you in that position again” he said, his hand coming up to caress her face. She knew she accepted his apology. But she couldn’t get the image of that girl clinging onto his arm out of her mind.
“She was all over you” y/n said quietly. Matt looked perplexed for just a moment before the look of realization appeared on his face. “Is that what this is about?” he asked. “The girls?” he said. Y/n looked away from him, hesitating, trying to come up with a lie quick enough.
“Ohh- my poor baby- come here” he coaxed, grabbing onto y/n’s body and pulling her into him. He ran his fingers through her hair, “the girls don’t mean anything to me, their fast money is all” he said. But y/n wasn’t convinced.
Matt noticed her lack of response and hated it. “Y/n look at me-” he started, grabbing onto her jaw and forcing her to make eye contact, “... I wanna make you feel better but I need you to communicate” he said.
“I don’t love any other girl besides you, I don’t want anyone besides you baby” he said, trying to get it through her head how serious he was. She stared at him, her eyes full of something undecipherable.
“What is it baby? Huh?” he said, trying to get her to talk. “You let her touch you” y/n finally said. Matt stared back at y/n, noticing the way she avoided eye contact. And then he connected the dots.
“You don’t want anyone to touch me? Huh? Is that it baby?” he said. The way she was still avoiding eye contact gave him his answer. He knew y/n too well. A slight smile appeared on his face.
He brought his thumb to her bottom lip, brushing it slightly. He parted her lips, just a little, with his thumb. “Say it, baby. I want you to tell me” he said. She finally locked eyes with him.
She wanted to tell him, she really did. But she didn’t wanna come off as controlling or insecure. The way he stared at her though was dangerous, “you can do it baby, tell me, use your big girl words” he coaxed.
“I- I don’t want anyone to touch you, or vice versa” she said. “You're so greedy” he said with a smile. Y/n didn’t laugh or even smile, she looked away almost as if she was embarrassed. “I’m just joking y/n, I’m all yours. Only yours” he said.
“You want me all to yourself?” he said as if he needed clarification. She nodded her head. “Yeah? What else do you want?” he asked. She shrugged her shoulders. He stared at her some more, he could tell she was censoring herself, trying to hide behind a mask of some sort.
Y/n had all sorts of thoughts running through her head. She wanted him all to herself, she wanted to feel his love, his heart and his touch. She wanted it all. There was so many times within the past few weeks she’d ask god to forgive the unholy thoughts that appeared in her head.
He leaned into her, his lips hovering over hers. But he wasn’t going to kiss her until he knew she wanted him to. He watched as she tried to stay still, the closeness, the temptations, all of it was too much.
“Tell me what you want baby” he said. This time the name “baby” making her stomach flip. “I want you” she said. “What part of me, angel?” he asked. “All of you” she responded.
He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. The kisses were soft at first, slow and steady. His hand gripped onto her waist, pulling her further into him.
She pulled back “Matt” she said, her self control already slipping. “I need you” she whispered. He stared into her eyes, a mix of desperation and desire in her pupils. He was already hard just by looking into her eyes, his cock twitching at the thought of having her underneath him.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “Yes” she responded. “Okay, I need you to take everything off for me, angel” he said. She nodded her head as she started with the cross necklace around her neck, setting it onto the bedside table next to them.
Once she was fully naked she tried to cover herself with the blanket. “Don’t hide yourself from me” Matt said before pulling the blanket off of her slowly. She felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that she never had before. Matt was practically salivating over her, in awe how perfect her body was.
He took off his clothes, starting with his shirt and then his jeans. When he finally stood there in nothing but his boxers he asked once more if she was sure. To which she replied yes.
He got onto the bed and stripped out of his boxers. Y/n was a nervous wreck but the moment his lips landed on hers she had regained some peace. His touch grounding, while reminding her she’s safe.
“Let me know if you wanna stop at any moment” he said against her lips. She nodded her head before kissing him, this time with hunger and need. His hand traveled from her breast to her lower body, pausing when he reached her inner thigh. “Please” she said, needily.
His fingers glided through her slick folds, “fuck, your soaking angel” he murmured. He let his finger rub deliberately slow circles against her sensitive bud, causing her to let out small whimpers.
He enjoyed watching her squirm from the simple touches, he watched her facial expressions change, finding amusement in the way she struggled to control herself. She let out soft whines as he circled her clit, the quiet sounds she made already sending him over edge.
“Need to stretch you baby, is that okay?” he asked. She nodded her head, “be gentle” she whispered. He stuck a finger inside her entrance, the new feeling causing y/n to gasp. Matt waited to move his finger until she was adjusted and gave him the green light.
He penetrated slowly, cautiously and with precision before adding a second finger. She held onto his bicep with a tight grip as her walls enveloped his fingers. Whimpers fell from her mouth, “doing so good for me” he praised.
Matt loved the sound of her little cries, the way her body was so reactive, the way her pussy was clenching around his fingers. “Matt” she let out, breathing heavy, the pleasure making her head feel fuzzy.
He was aware that doing something like this was new to her. That this feeling, this experience could be overwhelming or anxiety inducing. So he was as gentle as he could be, despite his reputation of being rough and reckless.
But this was y/n, his best friend, the one that cried while watching sappy movies, the one who caught bugs and let them outside instead of killing them on the spot because she had too much empathy, the one who was known for being innocent, the one he loved deeply.
So even though her quiet whimpers, and the way her body squirmed, the way she gripped onto his bicep like it was the only thing holding her down to earth, made him want to plow into her and fuck her until her legs were shaking, he catered to her like it was his lifes mission.
Y/n was breathing hard, the slight mix of pain and pleasure made her fall apart in his arms. He rubbed her bundle of nerves while letting his fingers push in and out of her. “Matt” she panted, her nails digging into his skin.
He slid his fingers all the way out causing her to let out a desperate whine. “Please” she said, hating how empty she felt. He moved his position, towering over her now. She stared up at him through her lashes, the anticipation killing her.
He brought his hand to her face, caressing her cheek. His finger brushed her bottom lip, “you gonna be good for me, baby?” he asked. His finger slipped past her lips and into her mouth as she stared back at him while sucking onto his finger and nodding her head. “Such a good girl” he said as he stared at y/n in awe.
Seconds later he was lining himself up with her entrance. He slid his dick through her wet, soaking folds before pushing inside of her. Y/n gasped at the sensation, his big and veiny cock sliding in easily.
“Fuck, angel” he whispered. She gripped onto his arms, bracing herself as he let himself slide into her fully. “You okay?” he asked attentively. “Yes” she spoke, staring up into his eyes. So trusting, so willing.
He started to penetrate slowly, not wanting to overwhelm her with intensity. He looked down to where their bodies connected, a sight he would never forget. Moans slipped from her mouth before she bit down onto her hand, trying to silence herself.
“No baby, wanna hear you” he said before moving her hand away from her mouth. Her nails dug into his back as he fastened the pace of his strokes. He watched as her breast bounced from the movement and already felt himself trying not to cum.
They locked eyes, she looked at him like he was her salvation. She held his gaze, in a trance that she was okay with being in. He moved the hair out of her face before leaning down to kiss her lips.
She moaned into his mouth, needy, eager. Her pussy squeezed around his cock while messy moans came out of both their mouths. “You feel like heaven baby” he said against her lips, as he started letting the strokes of his cock become slower, longer, each thrust intentional.
Y/n was drowning in pleasure, fully basking in the dirty sin that tasted like sugar and felt like pure euphoria. She couldn’t form any coherent thoughts as his dick started to repeatedly hit her spot.
Matt was devoted to making her feel good. He leaned down into her some more as he placed open mouth kisses onto her neck, nibbling down onto her flesh just enough to send her body into a spiral of satisfaction.
Tears formed in y/n’s eyes as the band in her belly became closer to snapping. “Let go for me angel, just let go” he encouraged. His voice, the words, his touch, all of it became too much, an erotic feeling crashed upon her as she finally came undone underneath him.
“That’s it baby, good girl, so good for me” he said, as she let out uncontrollable moans. His strokes became sloppy, his cock buried deep inside her. He pulled out at the last second and released on her bare stomach.
Y/n’s cheeks were flushed as she sat looking at the spurts of come on her skin. He plopped down next to her for a moment, trying to catch his breath. Y/n looked over at him, watching as he ran his hands through his messy hair.
She looked back down at her stomach, feeling awkward, feeling exposed. She didn’t know whether to move or not, she didn’t know what people did after having sex. So she slowly but surely started to get up, even though her body was weak and her legs were trembling.
“Woah, woah, what are you doing?” Matt asked, concerned and confused as he grabbed onto her, forcing her to lay back down. “Uh, I don’t know. I just thought I should get cleaned or something” she said.
“Baby, let me take care of you. I was just catching my breath” he said. Y/n nodded her head and watched him walk out of the room before returning with a washcloth. “Just be still, you're okay” he said as he started to wipe the mess off of her.
After he cleaned her he laid back down in the bed, fully focused on making sure y/n felt secure, safe and comfortable. He grabbed onto her naked body and cuddled her, placing soft kisses onto her bare shoulder while stroking her hair.
“Are you feeling okay? Do you want something to eat or drink?” he asked. She didn’t answer right away, not for any other reason than she was still lost in his touch. But Matt didn’t recognize that so his brain automatically assumed the worst and overthinking kicked in.
“What’s going on in your mind? Tell me what you need. I’ll do anything for you baby just let me know” he said, worry in his voice. Before she could answer he started again “listen I don’t want you to overthink. God still loves you and stuff, he understands you're human” he said, trying his best to comfort her.
She understood that he now thought she was feeling ashamed or guilty when that wasn’t farther from the truth. “Matt, I love you” she said. “I love you too, I just want you to feel okay angel” he spoke. She turned around to face him, both of them still naked, both of them still feeling the sex after affects.
“What’s wrong y/n?” he asked. So worried, so clueless. She smiled, a light giggle falling from her lips. A look of confusion appeared on Matt’s face. She leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips.
“Do you need or want anything?” he asked. She nodded her head yes. He waited for her to elaborate. “I wanna go again” she whispered. His eyebrows raised, something similar to shock crossed over him.
“You wanna go again?” he said. She smiled and nodded her head shyly before kissing his lips again. His cock was already hard again, a smile forming on his face. “It’s always the quiet ones” he said before immediately rolling over ontop of her. She giggled as he smothered her cheeks with kisses.
author note: it’s 2 am & I can’t sleep so I wrote this! good morning. good evening. goodnight.
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