Moriah left the audition feeling a whirlwind of emotions, her heart heavy with disappointment. She had given her all, pouring every bit of her soul into her performance. But the feedback left her feeling conflicted. She was praised for her talent, her look, her distinct voice, and her undeniable stage presence, but there was a catch. They wanted more. More than she knew if she could give.

“Outstanding talent, great voice, love the look,” they said. Their tone was a confusing blend of encouragement and frustration. Those words just wouldn't stop echoing in her mind. And then came the kicker: “You need to go out into the world and get some life experience. You need to know what it’s like to feel something real—especially when it comes to romance.”

Romance? Seriously? How could she sing about love when she hadn’t really experienced it? Was she supposed to belt out some over-the-top love ballad?

“Your voice is raw and powerful,” they continued, “Those words just wouldn't stop echoing in her mind.. You need to live a little, experience life. Especially when it comes to love and desire.” Moriah felt her cheeks heat up at that last word—desire.

The irony wasn't lost on her. She always took her religion seriously and tried to live up to her standards.  She had always valued her purity. She had made a choice to stay a virgin until marriage—something that was ingrained in her upbringing. She'd always played it safe, sticking to her principles. No premarital sex, no wild flings. Not even a kiss beyond a quick peck on the cheek.

Now those very principles held her back. It wasn't her voice that was the problem. It was her life—her values—that stood in her way.

Moriah furrowed her brow. The words that the judges had spoken had planted a seed of doubt in her mind.  Is this what it takes to make it? she wondered, staring at the ceiling.

Their words stuck, a frustrating reminder that maybe her passion wasn't quite enough. The honest feedback stung, but deep inside, she knew it was true. Her life so far had been all about music, dedication, and hard work. She needed more… life.

As Moriah pondered their words, her thoughts wandered through a tangled web of emotions—uncertainty, longing, and curiosity. The idea of forbidden fruit was starting to gnaw at her, tempting her to explore the experiences she had always been so strict about avoiding. “Moriah,” she thought, “you really need to loosen up a bit, experience more of what life has to offer.”

Her ringing cell phone shattered the quiet. It was Ben, her boyfriend, all muscle and might—the kind of guy who could crush walnuts in his biceps and melt ice with a single gaze. He was always a welcome distraction. Moriah hesitated before answering, unsure of how to share the day's events.

"Hey, baby," Moriah cooed, her voice still tinged with the aftertaste of the audition.

"Hey, beautiful," replied Ben's warm voice on the other end. "So how did the audition go?"

Moriah let out a long, heavy sigh. “It was...interesting,” she managed, her voice shaking a bit as she remembered the panel’s critiques. “They liked my voice and my look, but they said I need more life experience. Especially when it comes to guys and...you know, romance.” A blush crept up her neck as she spoke, fully aware of what that meant.

There was a brief silence on the other end, and she could almost feel Ben's surprise. "I see. And how do you feel about that?"

Moriah sighed, playing with a loose thread on her dress. "I don't know, Ben. I have always believed in saving myself for marriage. But they made it sound like I am missing something huge.”

"Well, I think you're awesome just the way you are," said Ben, reassuring her. "But if you ever want to explore, I'm here," Ben teased, his voice taking on a playful tone.

Moriah's heart fluttered; she knew what he was offering, and Moriah's heart leaped; she knew what he was implying, and while part of her felt exhilarated by it while another part was just plain scared. His words hung there like a quiet invitation she’d never really considered before.

Ben had supported her every step of the way. He pushed her when she needed it, but he also knew when to pull back. He respected her boundaries and had never crossed the line she had drawn.

Yet, he wanted her, yearned for her, dreamed of feeling her skin against his, her breath whispering in his ear as they got lost in each other. He wanted her to see him not just as her supportive boyfriend, but as a man who could show her all those beautiful experiences she hadn’t yet had.

Moriah caught that simmering desire inside Ben. She knew what he wanted, what she had been denying both of them for so long. Now the audition feedback had made her question everything she stood for.

Ben encouraged Moriah to keep pursuing her dreams. “Listen, let me take you out tonight. Let's forget about the audition. Dinner, maybe catch a movie or something? It’ll help you take your mind off things. What do you say?”

Moriah hesitated. She did not feel like going out, but then again, staying home and wallowing really didn't sound good either. Spending time with Ben sounded nice. She needed a distraction, and his offer felt like a lifeline. Maybe the outing would be a good way to get her mind off everything.

“Okay,” she said finally. “That sounds nice. Can you swing by in about an hour?”

"You got it, beautiful. I'll make sure it's a night to remember."

Standing in front of her closet, Moriah caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The feedback from her audition had hit her hard. She really needed to feel confident, bold, like a woman who could take risks and own them. 

She reached for her sexiest lingerie—a sheer black lace set she had bought on a whim but never had the guts to wear. Just a little confidence boost, she thought to herself as she slid it on, the fabric cool against her skin. She paired it with a sleek dress that hugged her curves in all the right places.

When Ben arrived, his eyes widened a bit as he drank her in. "You look… wow," he said, his voice a little hoarse.

The restaurant buzzed with laughter, but Moriah felt detached, the weight of her audition looming over her. Ben took her hand. "You're amazing, you know that? Don't let anyone dim your light." Ben had a way of making her feel at ease as if the world outside their bubble didn't exist.

“You look stunning tonight,” he whispered, his gaze tracing her features like he was memorizing them. “I can’t believe I get to spend the evening with the most beautiful woman here.”

Moriah blushed. "Thank you. You always know how to make me feel special."

As the night went on, their conversation started to get personal. Ben probed Moriah’s feelings and before she knew it, she was opening up in ways she hadn’t expected.

The evening air was crisp and refreshing. Moriah felt a bit lighter, but the audition was still in the back of her mind. Ben slid his hand into hers, fingers entwined as they strolled toward the theater.

They settled in for a romantic comedy, light and predictable. Moriah couldn’t help but smile. She was enjoying the movie when she felt Ben put his hand softly on her waist. It sent shivers down her spine. He glanced at her, his eyes dark with something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

She felt his warm breath on her neck. The mere sensation excited her. Her breath stuck in her throat, but instead of pulling away, she leaned into him, her body instinctively responding to the unspoken invitation.

Before she could think twice, she turned her face to his. Moriah smiled, her eyes wide with surprise and a flicker of desire. Her heart raced.

Ben's hands began exploring her body. Slowly, almost jerkily, his hand crept to her breast, cupping it softly. His thumb brushed the fabric of her dress. A bolt shot through her, leaving her breathless.

She didn’t push him away or chastise him. Instead, she kissed him—a soft and sweet kiss that felt like it was full of unspoken wishes, desires just waiting to be unleashed. It was a kiss that promised something deeper, something she had kept tucked away for far too long.

Moriah felt herself melting into him. It was her first kiss, and though it was tentative, it was so electric. Her stomach fluttered, and she found herself leaning into the moment.

Ben's other hand started sliding up her leg, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her dress, sending a jolt down her spine. His touch felt electric, igniting a fire and hunger she never knew she had inside her.

Ben's hand trailed along the tender skin of her inner thigh. Moriah stiffened slightly, unsure how to react. She was getting turned on. She felt a rush. Ben's hand trailed along the tender skin of her inner thigh. Moriah stiffened slightly, unsure how to react. She was getting turned on. She felt a rush. Her cheeks became flushed, but she didn’t move. She kept her eyes glued to the screen, trying hard to keep it together.

Ben's hands continued to creep up her thigh, and Moriah bit her lip, her body responding in ways she had never allowed it to before. Ben’s touch sent a thrill coursing through her.  Suddenly, she felt a sense of urgency. She smiled, her heart racing.

"Not here," she whispered. 

Ben nodded, picking up the unspoken hint.  They made their way to Ben's house, their hands tightly clasped together, fingers intertwined, the air thick with tension and anticipation. The warmth of Ben’s hand interlocked with hers ignited a spark she hadn’t fully acknowledged until now.

Moriah’s mind was a swirl of emotions: anticipation laced with excitement, nervousness, perhaps some guilt, and a burgeoning sense of curiosity. She looked at him and smiled. He smiled back, and she leaned in to kiss him, pressing herself against him..

Ben unlocked the door, stepping aside to let her in. The house was quiet, except for the soft hum of the refrigerator.  The air was heavy with things unsaid. Moriah's heart was racing. She felt both scared and exhilarated. 

The moment they were inside, the dam broke. Moriah didn't waste any time, pushing Ben against the wall and kissing him hard, her hands running through his hair. Ben responded with equal passion, his hands exploring her body, his tender touch making Moriah melt.  She had always been so set on waiting until marriage, but tonight felt like it was something entirely different.

They kissed again, this time more urgently, their tongues dancing together. Ben's hands brushed against the lace of her underwear, while Moriah's hand found its way to his crotch, feeling the firmness growing beneath his jeans.

Ben’s hands roamed freely over Moriah’s body. Moriah squirmed from his touch. With every touch, she felt herself relax, as if the weight on her shoulders were lightening, and all her cares and worries began to fade away.

Moriah felt exhilarated, like she was on the precipice of an exciting adventure, something new and thrilling that she had never dared to consider.  She could feel his desire pushing against her, and in that moment, she realized she wanted to take things further.

She did not protest as he unzipped her dress, his fingers trailing close against her skin, sending shivers down her spine as he pulled it off with an intensity that made her breath hitch. The air crackled with anticipation, primal and unrestrained,  and she couldn't help but shiver with delight.

Ben's eyes fell on her underwear. "Wow," he breathed, and Moriah couldn’t help but grin back at him. She pushed closer, tugging at his shirt until it was off, revealing his toned chest. He let out a low groan that sent a thrill through her.

Moriah exhaled a shaky breath. Ben’s warm chest pressed against hers, a flood of heat racing her heartbeat as her palms wandered down his muscled torso. Moriah's heart raced.  She felt more alive than ever.

Moriah kissed him harder, as his fingers continued to explore her body. She unzipped his pants, fumbling with the zipper until they slid down his legs.  He stepped out of them.  The sight of him sent her pulse racing. Never before had she felt so ready, so willing. Her body turned into a stifling cauldron of desire.

Ben wrapped his arms around her, deftly unhooking her bra. She gasped as it fell away, her breasts now bare against his chest. Ben couldn’t tear his gaze away, staring at her in awe.

"You have beautiful tits," Ben murmured, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts.

"Thanks," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again. 

They stood there, bodies pressed together, a mix of nerves and excitement flowing between them.   Moriah felt her cheeks heat up, a shy smile creeping onto her lips as she kissed him deeply, her hands exploring his body once more.  She felt the last vestiges of her resolve slipping away.

"Where's the bedroom?" she asked in a soft, sultry voice.  Taking her hand, Ben led her to the bedroom, the air thick with tension and desire.  With every step, Moriah could feel her heart thumping and heat building deep inside her.

As they moved, their hands explored each other's bodies. The soft light from the bedside lamp cast gentle shadows on the walls.

Seeing the bed made Moriah’s heart race. Without a second thought, she slipped off her panties, feeling exposed yet exhilarated, her nakedness a shocking contrast from the innocence she had protected with her life. Ben's eyes feasted on her, taking in every curve—her breasts, her stomach, the space between her thighs.

“You are so gorgeous,” he said.  Moriah blushed.

She reached down and slid his underpants off. His erection sprang free, and Moriah felt a desperate need to feel it inside her. She was feeling a thrill of excitement and a newfound sense of power she had never known before.

They lay down on the bed, their bodies entwined. The coolness of the sheets was a shock against her heated skin. Ben started to kiss Moriah's neck, making her moan with pleasure.

His mouth found hers again, their kisses deep and searching, his tongue dancing with hers in a sweet, passionate rhythm. His hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her waist and hips, as if he had been waiting for this moment forever.

For a moment, they lay there, skin to skin, breathing heavily. Moriah was surprised by how much she was enjoying it. He was so handsome, she thought, his body a testament to the strength and care he put into it. A rush of desire washed over her, making her breath hitch.

Moriah felt things she had never felt. Ben's kisses grew more insistent, and his tongue was dancing with hers in a sensuous French kiss that curled her toes. She moaned into his mouth, her hips rising into his, her body begging for more.

Moriah’s hand slid down his chest to grasp his member. It was hot and hard in her hand, and she stroked it gently, feeling it pulse against her palm.  Ben gently caressed her breasts.

He began kissing his way down her body, his lips trailing over her collarbone, down her neck, and across her breasts, making her arch off the bed. When his mouth closed around one of her nipples, sucking and teasing, she gasped with need. She could feel the wetness between her legs and instinctively spread them wider, inviting him in.

His hand swept down her torso, his touch light, yet insistent. Moriah's hips bucked, and she let out a soft cry as his fingers brushed against her core, exploring her with a tenderness that sent shivers down her spine.

His thumb circled her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her core. A newfound vitality surged through her, a craving far more profound than ever before.  She had never felt this way before, so alive, so desperate.

"Oh, Ben, that feels so good," Moriah moaned Moriah moaned as he penetrated her, her hips arching against his hand. Ben could not believe how wet Moriah was.

His fingers stroked her clit with a tender firmness. Her hips bucked against his hand. He rubbed it softly, eliciting a little moan. Moriah tingled with a high-voltage excitement that she had never experienced before.

She stroked him, feeling the thickness and warmth of his cock in her palm. Her movements grew more urgent, spurred by the motions of his fingers deep within her. She smiled as it grew harder in her hand.

Ben groaned, his hips bucking just slightly into her touch, his gaze locked tight on hers. He was rock-hard, and Moriah could feel his heart racing. Excitement coursed through her like never before. She felt a sense of power that she had never felt.

Her heart was pounding as she realized how much she wanted this, how much she had to have it. Moriah had never felt so alive.

"OK," Moriah gasped, her voice barely audible, her body shaking with need. "I'm ready." She spread herself wide, opening herself to him completely. Her body trembled with anticipation.

“Are you sure?” Ben said, Ben's voice cracked with emotion. His eyes locked onto hers. He hesitated, for a hint that she might have reservations, but what he found instead was an insatiable lust akin to his own.

Moriah nodded, her breath catching. “Totally.” She flashed a sexy smile. She wanted all of him, all of this newfound passion.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He entered her slowly, stretching her around him inch by inch, until she was filled to the hilt. Moriah gasped at the sudden intrusion, her eyes flying open. Ben looked at her with a fierce tenderness that stole her breath away.  His movements were slow and deliberate, making her moan with pleasure and pain. She bit her lip to stifle a scream, the sensation a mix of pain and pleasure that she hadn't anticipated.

“Ouch, yes,” she managed to say, her fingers digging into his shoulders.  His movements were filled with a passion that echoed Moriah’s rising desire.

He thrust slowly and deeply at first, giving her some time to adjust. As she began to match his rhythm, they grew harder and faster. She felt every inch of him, her body tightening around him to pull him in deeper. This was something new for her, raw and exhilarating.

She clung to him, each thrust sending a jolt through her body. Her moans were muffled against his shoulder. The pleasure was intense and overwhelming, almost crippling. Her body arched against his, her legs wrapping around his waist as he drove into her. She had never felt so complete, so connected, so cared for.

The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breathing, the slick friction of their bodies. Moriah's mind was a whirlwind of sensations, her entire focus on the feeling of him inside her.

She gasped as he filled her, her body stretching to welcome him, her nails digging into his skin. The pain was sharp but fleeting, quickly washed away by a wave of pleasure that left her breathless.

"Oh, Ben, that feels so good!" said Moriah as she wrapped her legs around Ben's waist, pulling him deeper inside her.

“Deeper, oh yes, deeper,” she moaned, meeting his thrusts with her hips. Ben plunged in deeper and harder.  The sound of their bodies coming together filled the space, their moans and gasps creating a beautiful symphony of pleasure.

"Don't stop, Ben," she moaned, her voice trembling. He didn't. His pace quickened, his thrusts harder and more insistent. Ben moved at a relentless pace.  His dick hit her G-spot.

"Harder, harder, Ben! Give it to meee," Moriah begged, squirming under him. Ben increased his rhythm, pounding her mercilessly. The bed creaked and groaned beneath them, a testament to their passion.

"Oh, oh, oooh," Moriah whimpered, her body taut as she neared her climax. The tension inside her grew, tighter and tighter until she thought she would burst. 

They kept moving together,  their moans enveloping the room. Moriah felt herself on the brink, her body tensing as the waves of pleasure surged through her. She tightened her muscles around Ben's cock.

Ben's body glistened with sweat as he plunged deeply into her, each thrust so hard that it left her breathless. “Yes, yes, yes, I’m gonna cum!”

With one final thrust, Moriah reached her climax, her body convulsing in bliss. “Jesus Christ!” she exclaimed, arching her back off the bed, a cry escaping her lips as the waves of euphoria crashed down on her.

"Oh my God!" Moriah cried, writhing under the sudden impact of a violent orgasm. She had come, hard; the shudders of bliss were like winds raging through her with the strength of a hurricane, leaving her trembling and gasping for air. It was overwhelming, so magnificent, so terrifying. It was everything she had hoped for, and more—an affirmation of her womanhood, her passion.  She reveled in the experience.

Ben grunted, his body tensing in climax, his cock pulsating deep inside her. He collapsed onto her. The two lay together in a panting, sweaty heap, their arms and legs wrapped around each other as their hard, heavy breaths began to normalize. Moriah looked over at Ben and smiled softly.

"That was…" she started to say, but the words just wouldn’t come.

Ben chuckled low and brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice rough and gravelly.

Moriah beamed, her body still tingling from the experience. Ben kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, whispering sweet nothings that made her heart swell.

Moriah felt a sense of peace settle over her. She had crossed that line she had vowed never to cross. But at that instant, in Ben's arms and the warmth of his love, she knew she had made the right choice.

She rolled onto her side, her eyes heavy with satisfaction. They lay there for a moment, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Ben's chest. Her body still resonated with the redolent echoes of their lovemaking. Nestled against him, contentment washed over her.

Ben kissed her softly, his hand gently stroking her back. "No regrets?" he asked softly.

"Just one," Moriah replied, a hint of wistfulness in her voice.

“What’s that?”

"I wish I'd started sooner."

Ben kissed her again, a warm smile spreading across his face as he gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. In that moment, she felt lighter, as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. She felt she could take on anything the world threw at her, ready to embrace her dreams.

 “I’m glad it was you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm glad I could be your first," he whispered, his lips grazing her forehead.

“Thanks,” Moriah replied.  She kissed him, her lips soft against his.  It was like she had awakened to something new.  She felt… different. More experienced.  More alive.

They lay there in silence, their bodies still tangled together. Moriah closed her eyes and felt the warmth of his body envelop her, the aftershocks of their lovemaking still pulsating through her veins. A sense of contentment washed over her. The experience had been both liberating and frightening at the same time, a step into the unknown that left her questioning everything she thought she knew about herself, her faith, and her future.

The audition, the advice, the pressure—it all swirled in her mind, like a puzzle that didn’t quite fit together.  But she finally felt like she’d gained the life experience she needed, and it had turned out to be even better than she had imagined.   Maybe, just maybe, she found the key to unlock the song of her soul.

The path ahead remained uncertain, but for now, nestled in Ben's arms, she allowed herself to simply be. The future, with all its complexities and uncertainties, could wait.  Moriah knew this was just the beginning of her journey.  And she couldn’t wait to see where this journey would take her.