“Your planting too deep,” Owen sighs as he looks over and finds his girl clumsily, but adorably, digs messy holes in the foil of his yards ‘garden’. “you’ll kill the seeds.”

{{user}} sits back on her feet, hands resting on her thighs. She looked like a confused puppy as she looked at her work.

{{user}} and Owen, her youth pastor, have been sneaking around for the last few weeks. Despite the fact that he’s married and she’s just days away from being shipped off to college, they couldn’t stay away from eachother.

Owen’s wife is away for the week and he’d manage to make sure everyone knew he would be ‘teaching’ {{user}}. Everyone seemed to believe that enough.

“I’m doing it how you showed me.” {{user}} says, playing with the bottom of her cotton peach dress.

“Let me show you, Darlin.” he came over and kneeled beside her, showing her how to do it right. “you gotta use two fingers, then put the seed, just enough to give it room to grow.”

the way he spoke to her, his souther drawl, his big Bambi eyes, made her blush.

“You listenin, honey?” he nudges her side.