Tristans POV
Walking into school side by side with Zach I couldn't help but feel a little sussed out. How could I have such strong feelings for Zach. How could I do such a thing, it's sinning. The last thing I want is for 👹satan👹 to burn me in hell. But how could the lord love a sinning bussy lover like me. These feelings suddenly overwhelmed me heavily and I ran to the closest bathroom.
"Tristy-poo!! Where are you going?!" Zach yelled after me. But it sounded all muffled to me. The world was found blurry and all I could see were the outlines of the toilet seats me and Zach had did the dirty ok many times. I locked myself in a stall crying and shaking. I soon heard Zach's footsteps rushing in. I couldn't help but the think about his bare feet slapping against the hard tile. This thought calmed me down a little. "Tristy! What's going on?" Zach said out of breath.
"I- I'm afraid the holy father won't love me because of my fondness of your bussy" I sobbed out quietly
"Oh baka" Zach said softly while caressing my cheek with his hand, "Jesus loves that our bussies touch so often"
"Do you promise?" I sniffled
"Pinky promise" Zach replied holding out his pinky. I stared at his pinky remembering all the times that very finger had gone up my bussy. I interlocked our fingers knowing that he was right and Jesus approved of our pee pee love.
