“Yes,” I said, remembering that first night. “I saw him… that first time we looked at the dirty pictures, I got up that night to go to the bathroom, and I saw him touching himself.”
“He was masturbating?”
“Yes, Father,” I confirmed. “He had his hand… wrapped around it… and he was pumping it in his fist… while he watched three people have sex…”
“Three?”
“Two women and a man,” I clarified. “The women were on top of each other, and the man was… putting his… penis… into both of them…”
“Both of them?”
“Not at the same time,” I added. “One after the other… first one… then the other…”
“Oh good Lord,” he breathed and then cleared his throat. “Good Lord, please hear this girl’s sins so that she may be cleansed… go on, child…”
“I watched him… stroking himself like that…” My breath was coming faster in the dark. “And I touched myself, too…”
“Did you have an… orgasm?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Right when he did. I’d never seen a man… not a real one… there was stuff everywhere… all over his hand and his belly…”
“Oh my child,” Father Michael breathed. “This is all… so… very naughty…”
“Yes,” I agreed. “That’s why I had to come tell you, Father. I never meant for it to go so far, but I couldn’t seem to stop… I can’t seem to stop…”
“How far?” He leaned in again.
“Too far,” I admitted, blushing. “All the way too far…” He was quiet and so was I. Then, he asked, “You’re no longer a virgin?”
“Father, you… don’t understand,” I breathed. “He’s so… he makes me feel so good. Just being around him. And I know he really likes me, I can tell.”
“What happened?”
I sighed. “I saw him again… the next night. He was touching himself and watching one of the movies. This time… I didn’t just watch…”
“What did you do?”
“I… went into the room,” I told him. “He didn’t notice. He was stroking himself and moaning and watching the people on the TV having sex. I just wanted to be near him… and so I crept closer and closer… until I was standing next to the bed.”
“Then?” he prompted after a moment. I was too lost in my thoughts, remembering Mr. Nolan and the way he looked up at me, like a drowning man.
“Then I took my panties off… and I touched myself, too.” I felt my pussy respond to just the memory. “And I got down on my knees in front of him… and I told him… I wanted to make him feel good…”
Father Michael groaned, not softly this time. “Did you?”
“Yes.”
“Did you give him your virginity?”
I shook my head, even though he couldn’t see me. “Not that time. That time I only took him into my mouth.”
“You… what?”
“I… took him into my mouth and… I sucked it… until he came…” I didn’t know if he would know that word, but I was so distracted, and he didn’t ask for clarification. “He filled my mouth with all of that stuff… that I’d seen shooting over his hand and belly the night before… and I swallowed it all…”
“Oh,” Father Michael breathed, and I heard him make a low noise, and there was some shuffling going on behind the screen.
“It was the next time that I gave him my virginity,” I whispered. “I caught him again, just like before.”
“Did you… consider… that perhaps you shouldn’t-?”
“Oh, Father, I know.” I nodded in the dark. “I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted him so much. You don’t understand. I don’t understand.”
“It’s alright, child,” he soothed. “Tell me what happened. Tell me everything.”
“He was hard again,” I explained, closing my eyes and remembering, reliving it. “And he was stroking himself. Moaning and thrusting up into his hand.
It made me so wet.”
“Wet,” Father Michael repeated, sounding dazed.
“Yes, sooo very wet,” I admitted. I was wet now-I could feel it on my thighs when I squeezed my legs together. “And I wanted him so much. I went over to the bed, and asked him if he wanted to touch me… we both knew, Father… we knew it was wrong… but the minute he touched my pussy, the moment his fingers slipped inside me, I knew we just couldn’t stop…”
There were no words from behind the screen, but Father Michael’s breathing was audible—and fast. My own breathing was fast, too, and my pussy ached for me to touch it. I fought the urge, squirming on the hard seat.
“He pulled me on top of him, then,” I went on. “And he started to lick me…
oh god, his tongue felt so good… I can’t believe how good it makes me feel to have a warm, wet tongue between my legs… how can something so wrong feel so good?”
Father Michael groaned again, and I found my hand between my thighs, cupping the soaking wet crotch of my panties, before I could even think. I just had to alleviate some of the ache.
“And I started sucking him, too,” I whispered, pressing my fingers against my pussy, wiggling them a little. My clit was throbbing. “Taking him into my mouth, over and over. He seemed to really like it, when I did that.”
“Yes,” Father Michael gasped. “Oh, go on…”
I glanced at the screen, knowing he couldn’t see me, and slipped my fingers under the elastic edge of my panties and started to slowly rub myself. “He kept licking me and licking me… until I came… I came all over his face, Father.” There was a soft rhythmic sound behind the screen and I heard the old priest groan again. “Yes, child… please… tell me the rest…”
“Then he rolled on top of me,” I murmured, rubbing my clit a little faster.
The heat of my blush was nothing compared to the fire between my legs. I couldn’t ignore it anymore. “And I told him I wanted him. I wanted to feel him inside of me.”
“Did he… put it inside of you?”
“Yes.” I spread my legs wider as I touched myself. My nipples were hard under my blouse and I used my other hand to rub one through the material. “He was very gentle… it hurt at first… but then…. Oh, Father, it started to feel soooo good…”
“Did it?”
“Yes,” I breathed, closing my eyes and making fast circles around my clit.
“He was so big and hard inside of me, and he started moving in and out of me as I touched myself… I couldn’t help it, I started moving under him, too… it felt so good-he made my little pussy feel so good with that big cock, the way he fucked me harder and harder…”
I heard Father Michael’s gasp and that rhythmic sound was growing faster. “Oh Jesus… help us…”
“Yesss,” I whispered, feeling the memory of my first time deep in my pussy, and I knew I was going to come-right there in the confessional. “He fucked me so hard, Father, it was so wrong and so right and it felt so fucking good, we just couldn’t stop…”
I moaned, my pussy beginning to contract. “We both came together, at the same time, just… like… that…”
I bit my lip to keep from crying out as I started to come, my orgasm coming in waves of pure pleasure in the darkness. Behind the screen, Father Michael grunted and groaned, whispering the words, “Oh god, oh god” over and over.
Panting, ashamed and afraid now, I whispered, “Father?”
“Yes, my child.” He swallowed his words and cleared his throat. “Is that all?”
I nodded, closing my eyes and lifting my sticky fingers to my mouth and tasting myself. “Yes.”
“Let’s pray together.”
We did—and he gave me fifty Hail Mary’s and thirty Our Father’s—and that, as Erica always said, was that.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I was okay as long as I could pretend it was just fun, or even fantasize that I was helping plan a romantic evening for us, but the truth kept hitting me, and it hurt. I was sitting in the Nolan’s kitchen dipping strawberries in chocolate with Erica and watching the only man I had ever slept with cook dinner for some other woman. My jaw clenched again at the thought, but I licked some stray chocolate off my fingers as Mr. Nolan drained the pasta in the sink, glancing over his shoulder at us.