Chapter 3 Birthday in the House of God

Today was supposed to be special.

My eighteenth birthday.

Instead, I woke up with a knot in my stomach that wouldn’t go away.

“Abby, sweetheart,” Mom called from the kitchen, her voice too bright. “Come eat your breakfast before it gets cold.”

I came downstairs and saw that Mom had made pancakes with strawberries, my favorite. She was smiling, but her eyes kept darting to the windows like she expected someone to be watching the house.

“Happy birthday, my beautiful girl,” she said, pulling me into a tight hug. Her arms stayed around me a little longer than usual. “You look so pure this morning.”

I forced a smile. “Thank you.”

As we ate, she kept glancing at me. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Mum… why are you acting weird? You keep looking at me like something’s wrong.”

She set her fork down and reached across the table to hold my hand. Her fingers were cold.

“I just want you close to me today, okay? Don’t wander off by yourself at church. Stay where I can see you. Promise me.”

I frowned. “Why? What’s going on?”

Mom smiled again, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Nothing you need to worry about, baby. Just… mothers worry. Especially on big days like this. You’re eighteen now. The world looks at you differently.”

Her words sent a strange chill down my spine. I wanted to ask more, but she changed the subject quickly, talking about how proud she was and how God had big plans for me.

The entire drive to church, her hands stayed tight on the steering wheel.

The chapel was fuller than usual. Birthday announcements always brought extra people. I sat in our regular spot in the third row, but I could feel eyes on me. Especially his.

Eli stood near the front beside Pastor Matt, looking tall and composed in a crisp blue shirt. When our eyes met across the room, he gave me the smallest nod. My thighs pressed together on instinct.

'Stop it, Abby. It’s your birthday. Be normal.'

The service started like always — songs, prayers, testimonies. Then Pastor Matt stepped forward with a warm smile.

“Today we celebrate a special young lady turning eighteen. Abigail Thompson, stand up, dear.”

My legs felt shaky as I stood. People clapped. Some aunties shouted “Amen!” and “God bless you!”

Eli was watching me the entire time.

After the main message, the youth were dismissed for a short break before the final prayer session. I told Mom I was going to the bathroom. She reminded me again: "ssay close," before reluctantly letting me go.

I didn’t go to the bathroom.

I slipped toward the back of the building, needing fresh air and a moment to calm my racing heart. The small storage room behind the main sanctuary was quiet. I stepped inside, closing the door softly, and leaned against the wall, eyes closed.

The door opened again.

I jolted.

Eli stepped in and shut the door behind him. The lock clicked.

"Why do you always do this?"

“Happy birthday, Abby,” he said, voice low, ignoring my question.

My mouth went dry. “Eli… we can’t be in here together.”

He walked toward me slowly. “I know.”

He stopped right in front of me. So close I had to tilt my head up to look at him. His hand came up, gently brushing my cheek.

“You’ve been driving me crazy for months,” he murmured. “Every Sunday. Every time you sit there looking so innocent while I know what you read in secret.”

My eyes widened. “How did you...”

“I notice everything about you.”

His thumb traced my bottom lip. My breath hitched.

“Eli… this is wrong. We’re in church.”

“I know,” he said again, but his other hand slid down to my waist, pulling me against him. “Tell me to stop.”

I opened my mouth… but no words came out.

He kissed me.

It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry. Like he’d been holding back for a long time. I gasped into his mouth and he took the opportunity, deepening the kiss, tongue sliding against mine. My hands fisted in his shirt.

He pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Then he spun me around, pressing my front against the wall. His body covered mine from behind. I could feel how hard he was through his pants, thick and insistent against my ass.

“Eli…” I whimpered.

“Shh.” He kissed the side of my neck. “Just feel me.”

His hands slid under my dress, pushing it up to my waist. He hooked his fingers into my panties and dragged them down my legs. Cool air hit my wet cunt.

“You’re soaked,” he groaned, sounding almost pained. One thick finger slid through my folds. “All this for me?”

I moaned softly, pushing back against his hand.

He unzipped his pants. I felt the heavy, hot weight of his cock against my ass, then sliding between my thighs.

“This might hurt at first,” he warned, voice rough. “But I’ll make it good for you, baby.”

He rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down my slit, coating himself in my wetness. Then he pushed forward.

I gasped sharply as he stretched me. It burned. He was so big.

“Fuck,” he hissed, one hand covering my mouth. “So tight… relax for me, Abby.”

He kept pushing, slow but relentless, until he bottomed out inside me. I felt so full I could barely breathe. Tears pricked my eyes, but the pain was mixing with something else — something deep and throbbing.

“You okay?” he breathed against my ear.

I nodded frantically. “Don’t stop…”

That was all he needed.

Eli started moving. Slow at first, then deeper, harder. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the small room. Every thrust pushed me harder against the wall. His hand stayed over my mouth, muffling my cries as pleasure started overtaking the pain.

“Such a good girl,” he growled. “Taking my cock so well on your birthday. In God’s house.”

The dirty words made me clench around him. He groaned and fucked me harder, one hand sliding between my legs to rub my clit.

I came suddenly — hard and shaking, my cunt pulsing around his thick cock. Eli didn’t stop. He kept pounding into me, chasing his own release.

“Gonna cum inside you,” he rasped. “You want that?”

I nodded desperately, even though I knew how dangerous it was.

With a deep groan, Eli thrust deep and came, flooding my pussy with hot, thick spurts. I felt every pulse.

We stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard. His cock was still buried inside me when he kissed the back of my neck.

“Happy birthday, Abby,” he whispered.

Reality crashed back in.

I had just lost my virginity… in the church… to the pastor’s son. He cane inside me! I might get pregnant!!

Eli pulled out slowly. I felt his cum trickle down my thigh. He quickly helped me fix my dress, but there was no hiding how wrecked I looked.

We stepped out of the storage room carefully.

I barely made it ten steps down the hallway when I froze.

Chloe and Leah were standing at the end of the corridor, talking quietly. Chloe’s eyes locked on me first. She smiled that sweet, perfect, terrifying smile.

Leah’s gaze dropped to my legs, then flicked back up to my face. Her expression hardened with something like righteous fury.

They saw me.

Theu saw us.