by Selena Kitt
“Wet,” Father Patrick repeated, sounding dazed.
“Yes, sooo very wet,” Leah admitted. She was wet now—she could feel it on her thighs when she squeezed her 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 me, the moment his fingers slipped inside me, I knew we just couldn’t stop...”
There were no words from behind the screen, but Father Patrick’s breathing was audible—and fast. Her own breathing was fast too, and her sex urged her to touch it. She fought the impulse, squirming on the hard seat.
“He pulled me on top of him then,” she 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 Patrick groaned again, and she found her hand between her thighs, cupping the soaking wet crotch of her panties, before she could even think. She just had to alleviate some of the ache.
“And I started sucking him too,” she whispered, pressing her fingers against her mound, wiggling them a little. It was throbbing. “Taking him into my mouth, over and over. He seemed to really like it when I did that.”
“Yes,” Father Patrick panted. “Oh, go on...”
She glanced at the screen, knowing he couldn’t see her, and slipped her fingers under the elastic edge of her panties and started to slowly rub herself. “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 she heard the old priest groan again. “Yes, child… please… tell me the rest...”
“Then he rolled on top of me,” she murmured, rubbing herself a little faster. The heat of her blush was nothing compared to the fire between her legs. She 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.” She spread her legs wider as she touched herself. Her nipples were hard under her blouse and she used her 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,” she breathed, closing her eyes and making fast circles. “He was so big and hard inside of me, and he started moving in and out as I touched myself… I couldn’t help it, I started moving under him too… it felt so good—he made me feel so good, the way he did it harder and harder...”
She heard Father Patrick’s sharp intake of breath and that rhythmic sound grew faster. “Oh Jesus… help us...”
“Yesss,” Leah whispered, feeling the memory of her first time deep inside, and she knew she 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 good, we just couldn’t stop...”
Leah moaned, her sex beginning to contract. “We both came together, at the same time, just… like… that...”
She bit her lip to keep from crying out as she started to climax, coming in bursts of pure pleasure in the darkness. Behind the screen, Father Patrick grunted and groaned, whispering the words, “Oh God, oh God” over and over.
Panting, ashamed and afraid now, she whispered, “Father?”
“Yes, my child.” He swallowed his words and cleared his throat. “Is that all?”
She nodded, closing her eyes and lifting her sticky fingers to her mouth and tasting herself. “Yes.”
“Let’s pray together.”
They did—and he gave her fifty Hail Mary’s and thirty Our Father’s—and that, as Erica always said, was that.
Chapter Nine
Leah was okay as long as she could pretend it was just fun, or even fantasize she was helping plan a romantic evening Mr. Nolan would spend with Leah, but the truth kept hitting her, and it hurt. She sat in the Nolan’s kitchen dipping strawberries in chocolate with Erica and watching the only man she had ever slept with cook dinner for some other woman. Her jaw clenched again at the thought, but she licked some stray chocolate off her fingers as Mr. Nolan drained the pasta in the sink, glancing over his shoulder at them.
“Don’t eat the chocolate,” he warned, seeing Erica licking her fingers too.
Erica made a face, dipping her finger into the gooey stuff when he wasn’t looking and holding it out to Leah. She grinned, sucking her friend’s finger. The sweetness helped drown the bitter taste in Leah’s mouth and the way she was feeling about that night.
“Now, you girls are going to be quiet as church mice right?” he asked for the hundredth time.
“Yes, Dad.” Erica sighed, taking another strawberry out of the bowl and dipping it. “You won’t even hear our whiskers twitching.”
“You promise?” He looked past her to Leah, raising one of his dark eyebrows.
“Not a squeak.” Leah held up two fingers. “Girl Scouts honor.”
“That’s the Boy Scouts’ salute, you dip.” Erica snorted, putting the strawberry down onto the waxed paper. “And we never did Girl Scouts.”
“We didn’t?” Leah ran her finger around the edge of the chocolate bowl while Mr. Nolan was fluffing the salad. “Why do I remember selling cookies?”
“Brownies.” Erica dipped the last strawberry and Leah looked longingly from it to Mr. Nolan.
“We sold brownies? Where was I?”
Erica dipped her finger into the chocolate bowl again. “No, we were in Brownies for a year remember?”
Leah shook her head. “All I remember is chocolate mints and shortbread. Yum!”
Mr. Nolan, cutting tomatoes, mumbled, “I was never a Scout, but I ate a Brownie once.”
Erica and Leah both looked at each other, wide-eyed, and then cracked up.
“Dad!”
Mr. Nolan grinned, looking sheepish. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”
“I wonder if Virginia was a Brownie,” Erica teased, offering the chocolate bowl to Leah for a taste before she took it to the sink.
“All right, that’s enough.” Mr. Nolan shook his head, still smiling. “Thank you both for your help, but it’s time for you to scurry to your room.”
Leah’s stomach lurched and she sucked hard at her finger, hoping to find some more sweetness. She couldn’t pretend it wasn’t happening anymore. He was hurrying them off so he could have a date!
“Come on, Minnie.” Erica reached for her friend’s hand. “Let’s go make like mice.”
“I don’t even like cheese.” Leah pouted, taking Erica’s hand and looking back at Mr. Nolan as her friend pulled her out of the kitchen. He was standing at the sink, arms folded, eyes veiled. Leah wished she could tell what he was thinking, feeling, if it was anything close to the turmoil churning in her.
Erica shut the door to her room and Leah flopped onto her bed with a sigh, putting her feet up against the wall. “Well this bites.”
“You can say that again.” Erica sat beside her.
Leah sighed again. “Do you think he really likes her?”
“I can count on one hand the dates he’s had in the past five years,” Erica said. “And I can count on one finger the number of second dates.”
“Does that include this date?” Leah asked and when Erica nodded, she frowned, swinging her feet down and sitting up. “Well I guess it must mean he really likes her.”
Erica shrugged. “Either that or he’s really desperate. Considering the amount of movies and dirty pictures he has and how many dates he’s been on, he’s obviously not getting laid.”
Leah couldn’t say anything, so she bit her lip, twisting her hands in her lap.
“However...” Erica went on, leaning back on her elbows on the pillow and looking at her best friend, “I can’t say as much for myself… anymore...”
It took a moment for what she said to sink in as Leah stared at her. Erica grinned when she saw the dawning look on Le
ah’s face.
Leah squealed and clutched her leg. “You’re kidding me? You did the deed?”
“Very good!” Erica laughed, her eyes bright. “You’ve answered the $64,000 question!”
Leah’s jaw dropped. “Oh my God. I can’t believe it.”
“Believe it.” She looked pleased, even a little smug.
They were quiet for a moment, and Leah couldn’t help remembering her night in bed with Mr. Nolan. She couldn’t tell Erica about it, of course—and that bothered her. She told Erica everything.
Erica cocked her head, giving her a puzzled look. “Don’t you want to know what it was like?”
“Yes!” Leah said quickly. “Tell me everything! Who, when, where, how?”
“Yesterday. Storm cellar of the church.” She grinned. “It was Bobby, of course.” She curled around her pillow and propped herself up on her elbow. “He met me down there yesterday, and we were making out, just like we always do...”
While I was in confession, Leah realized. There she was, admitting to Father Patrick she had given her virginity to her best friend’s dad, while her best friend was losing her own!
“He was licking me,” she went on. “You know how I love that.”
Leah nodded, remembering just how much she loved it.
“I was so close… you know the feeling… so close, but not quite there?”
“Yes.” Leah wiggled into a more comfortable position on her friend’s bed, squeezing her legs together.
“And he started telling me how much he wanted me.” Erica pulled at a loose thread on her pink chintz bedspread, biting her lip. “Begging me, really… telling me how good it would feel to be inside me. I was so close… and I just… said yes...”
“Just like that?” Leah breathed, shaking her head.
Erica nodded, pulling at the thread. “So he put it in me...”
Leah closed her eyes, remembering that moment, the first time Mr. Nolan entered her. She thought she was going to die. She opened her eyes and asked, “Did it hurt?”
“Not really.” She shook her head. “I was so turned on by then… and the look on his face. Oh my God, Leah, it was like he’d just entered heaven.”
It was Mr. Nolan’s face Leah saw, the same look of bliss. She had such a longing to tell her best friend about it, to share her own experience too, but she knew she couldn’t.
“And then he started to do it,” she said in a low voice, her eyes sparkling. Leah made a little noise, squeezing her thighs together. “I can’t even describe it… it felt so good, having him inside of me, pushing into me like that. He was like an animal, groaning and shoving it into me.”
Leah’s body responded to her words. The crotch of her panties was already damp. “Did you come?”
“Twice.” She smiled. “I was rubbing myself off, and I was so close anyway, I came almost the minute he slid inside of me. Then he started fucking me and that… oh God...”
She moaned, throwing her arm over her head. “That was too much… I had to come again.”
“And did he…?”
“All over my belly,” she assured Leah, leaning up on her elbow again. “He pulled out—believe me, I made him pull out—and he came all over me.”
Leah sighed, remembering Mr. Nolan in her hand, how hard and throbbing he was when he came. Swallowing hard, she realized he and the blonde might end up together, doing the very same thing. The thought made her crazy.
“I bet your dad is going to have sex tonight.” Leah frowned.
Erica sat up, her mouth tight. “He better not. I love him, but sex on the second date?” She made a face. “I made Bobby wait two years. Miss Virginia Sex-Pot can wait at least until date number three.”
Leah could hear music and the sound of a woman’s laughter. The date had officially started. She wanted to crawl into the sleeping bag, pull it over her head. Maybe this was just a dream.
Erica got up and went to her drawers, looking through and pulling out a nightgown. “Here, you can sleep in this.”
“Thanks.” Leah had come straight to Erica’s after classes ended, not bothering to stop at home. She started to unbutton her blouse. “So, wait, does this mean you and Bobby are engaged?”
Erica, wiggling her skirt down, shrugged. “I think it’s just a matter of time.”
“And you want to marry him?”
“Sure. He comes from a good family. And we get along great.”
“But… do you love him?”
“Sure. He’s swell.”
That didn’t sound like love to Leah. It didn’t sound like the sweaty palm, stomach turning, heart pounding, crazy-making feeling she had for Mr. Nolan, that was for sure. But maybe it wasn’t love, after all? Maybe it was something else?
Leah sighed, getting undressed. The thought bothered her all night while the two of them actually tried to finally get work done on their World Religion project, but every few moments, she could hear the blonde laughing downstairs, like some hyena.
Erica fell fast asleep that night after they said their prayers, but Leah rolled around the floor in the sleeping bag, desperately wanting to know what was going happening on the other side of the door. There was no more music, no more throaty laugh. Had she gone home? Were they sleeping in his bed? The thought made her hands curl into fists, her nails digging into her palms.
Finally, she couldn’t stand it. She got up and crept down the hallway, knowing she could use the bathroom as an excuse. The living room was empty. There was no sound from Mr. Nolan’s loft, but it was too tall for her to see up there for sure. She stood staring at the tapestry covering the secret darkroom door, wondering if he was in there. He wouldn’t take her in there… would he? She felt her heart pounding in her chest as she reached for the edge of the tapestry.
“I’m not in there,” Mr. Nolan whispered, stepping out of the darkness and putting his arm around her waist, pulling her away from the door. Leah would have screamed in surprise, but his hand went over her mouth.
She whirled around in his arms. He must have been sitting on the edge of his desk in the darkness, Leah reasoned, her heart hammering in her throat. Before she could speak, he grabbed her, half-carrying, half-dragging her down the opposite hallway, into the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” Leah hissed as he leaned over and turned on the small light over the sink.
“Waiting for you.”
Leah leaned back against the counter, staring up at him. She could see the truth of it on his face, raw and even painful.
“Did she go home?” Leah whispered.
He swallowed and shook his head. His eyes pleaded with her, trying to tell her something, but she couldn’t understand. “No. She’s sleeping in my bed.”
“Why?” Leah felt tears stinging her eyes and she willed them not to fall. “What did I do?”
He sighed, closing his eyes and running a hand through his hair. “Oh Leah… nothing. Everything. I don’t know.”
“Do you really like her?” she whispered, blinking fast and taking a step toward him. He didn’t move back, and they were almost belly to belly. “Is she… is she what you want?”
He opened his eyes and looked down at her, arms hanging at his sides, head down. He looked defeated. “No.”
“Then why?” she hissed, shoving at his chest with the flat of her palms. “You asked her out again! You cooked her dinner! You slept with her! Why?”
“I don’t know!”
She sighed. “This isn’t fair.”
“No,” he admitted, moving forward a little, lifting her chin. “It’s really not.”
“I just want to know why.” She met his eyes. She felt her chin quivering in his hand and tried to stop it, but she couldn’t. “Please just tell me why.”
“You want to know why?” His eyes flashed in the dimness, his gaze moving over her face. “Fine, I’ll tell you why. For the same reason I was sitting here at one in the morning, waiting for you.”
She stared up at him, her eyes wide.
He shook his head, looking pained. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Leah. Everywhere I go, everything I do, there you are. I can’t get you out of my head.”
Her throat and chest tightened at his words and she nodded. She knew exactly how he felt.
“I thought...” He swallowed, his hand moving down her neck, over her shoulder, his eyes following the curve there. “I thought if I moved on, I could stop this… crazy thinking. This feeling I have for you...”
“What feeling?” She pressed against him. “Tell me.”