It was a Sunday morning and Sister Mary was preparing the church for the day’s services. She had just finished sweeping the floors and was now straightening the hymnals when she heard a knock at the door. She opened it to find a young man, David, standing on the steps, his dark hair disheveled and his eyes filled with concern.
“Sister Mary, I need to talk to you,” he said, his voice shaking.
She led him into the confessional and closed the door behind them. “What is it, my child?” she asked, her voice soft and comforting.
David took a deep breath and began to tell her about his struggle with temptation, how he couldn’t stop thinking about a woman he had met at a bar the previous night. He described her in detail, from her long blonde hair to her piercing green eyes, and Sister Mary couldn’t help but feel a stirring in her own loins as he spoke.
“I know it’s wrong, Sister,” he said, his voice filled with guilt. “But I can’t help the way I feel. I need to be with her, to touch her, to taste her.”
Sister Mary listened intently, her own thoughts consumed by desire. She could feel the wetness growing between her legs, and she knew she had to have him.
“David,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want you to do something for me.”
He looked at her, his eyes wide with surprise. “Anything, Sister,” he said.
“I want you to take me,” she said, her voice filled with longing. “I want you to take me here, in the confessional, and make me yours.”
David didn’t need any further persuasion. He reached out and pulled Sister Mary to him, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. She responded eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth as his hands roamed over her body.
He reached up and ran his fingers through her short, messy hair, pulling her closer to him as he deepened the kiss. She moaned with pleasure, her hands reaching down to undo his pants.
He pulled back for a moment, his eyes dark with desire. “Are you sure, Sister?” he asked, his voice husky.
She nodded, her eyes filled with longing. “Yes, David,” she said. “I’m sure.”
He pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling him as he entered her. She gasped with pleasure, her head thrown back as he began to thrust inside her.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they reached for release. She moaned with pleasure, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she came, her orgasm sending waves of pleasure through her body.
He followed soon after, his own release sending him over the edge as he emptied himself inside her.
They sat there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
“Thank you, David,” Sister Mary said, her voice filled with gratitude.
He smiled, his fingers tracing patterns on her back. “Thank you, Sister,” he said.
They sat there for a moment longer, their bodies still entwined, before finally pulling apart and straightening their clothes.
Sister Mary opened the door of the confessional, her eyes scanning the church to make sure no one had seen them.
“I’ll see you next Sunday, David,” she said, her voice soft.
He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “I’ll be here, Sister,” he said.
She watched as he walked out of the church, her mind still consumed by thoughts of their encounter. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help the way she felt.
She closed the door of the confessional and sank to her knees, her hands reaching up to touch her still-tingling lips.
She would have to confess her own sins next Sunday, but for now, she would revel in the pleasure of their illicit encounter.
