She Came To Preach To Me, But We Ended Up Having Sex

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It was one of those quiet Sundays. I’m the only Muslim living in this compound of six tenants; everyone else is Christian.

On Sundays when they all go to church, they lock the main gate for security.

One Saturday afternoon, a girl named Rebecca came to the compound to preach.

She was clearly from one of the neighbours’ churches, the type that goes house-to-house sharing the gospel.

When she saw me, she walked straight up and started talking about Jesus.

I didn’t have any bad intentions at first; I just listened politely because I don’t like embarrassing people.

She asked my name. I told her Abdul Musa. She smiled and said, “Abdul, do you see yourself as a child of God?”

I laughed and replied, “No, I see myself as His servant.” She kept preaching, quoting Bible verses, but honestly nothing was entering my head.

I was too busy staring at her body. This girl had breasts and hips that could make a pastor forget his sermon.

Her shape was perfect: big chest, tiny waist, massive backside. My old playboy instincts woke up immediately.

After a long sermon, she asked what I do for a living. I told her I’m into tech.

Then she asked if I was ready to give my life to Christ and be saved. I said, “Of course, but not today.

I still have girls I’m sleeping with. Where do you want me to put them?” She burst out laughing and told me to be serious.

I said I was very serious; I’m not ready to change.

The only change I could accept is not giving or receiving head and not sleeping with women anymore… and I’m definitely not there yet.

I noticed the way she was looking at me had changed. She took my number and said she’d follow up so we could talk more.

Less than ten minutes after she left, she texted, “Hi, this is Rebecca.” I didn’t reply immediately.

That night she texted again. This time I responded, and we started chatting. At first it was all scriptures, voice notes, and Christian videos.

I got tired and sent her a voice note: “Look, I’m not really interested in all these messages.

If you want us to talk properly, come to my room.”

She replied: “Hmm… Brother Abdul, I’m scared of you o! You’re the one that said you sleep with women.

I can visit, but I’m afraid.” I told her nothing would happen unless she wanted it too, but if I ever touched her, she would enjoy it more than anyone else.

She sent a shocked emoji and said, “Only God will forgive you!” I just replied “Okay” and went to sleep.

The next day was Sunday. The compound was empty, everyone had gone to church.

Around noon, I heard loud banging at the gate. I checked and it was Rebecca. She said she came to talk.

I told her to come inside my room. She refused at first. I said, “I’m still sleeping.

If you won’t come in, come back later.” After thinking for a few seconds, she followed me inside.

My room is nice and cool with AC. She sat down, looked around, and started preaching again.

But the gown she wore hugged every curve; her breasts and backside were on full display. She had removed her headscarf the moment she entered.

I moved closer and said, “Rebecca, I will change for you, but only if you promise never to leave me.”

She smiled softly and said she promised. I told her to prove it with a kiss.

She hesitated for a second… then leaned in and kissed me deeply. That was all I needed.

My hands went straight to her breasts, soft, heavy, perfect. She closed her eyes and moaned.

In minutes, clothes were off.

I went down on her, and she got so wet so fast. When I finally entered her, she wrapped her legs around me like she’d been waiting years.

We went three intense rounds: missionary, then doggy (where she screamed the loudest), and one final round where she actually cried from pleasure.

Her body shook, white creamy wetness everywhere, and she came multiple times. I hadn’t been with anyone in weeks, so I went extra hard.

After we finished, she was quiet.

She showered, got dressed, and said she had to go.

As soon as she got home, she texted: “I can’t believe that just happened.” I replied laughing, “You think I’m joking?”

She asked, “So what are we now?” I told her straight: “I don’t do relationships. But we can keep doing this whenever you want.”

And that was the beginning.

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