Feature Writer: Nada Bit
Feature Title: Naughty Nun
Published: 18.01.2021
Story Codes: Religious Fetish
Naughty Nun
In a small United States controlled province called Cascadian is a little known operated Christian University. It is called St. Decapolis. This university exists on a plantation that educates dedicated individuals who seek to fulfill lifelong goals of either becoming a minister, Servants of Dogma (the equivalence of a nun), or a missionary.
The unique campus setting has been run by Dogma nuns for the last 95 years. As a religious based college soaked heavily in prayer, masses, and other institutional traditions its population consists of 5,000 students. 60% are women and 40% are male students.
St. Decapolis was founded on a deep seated faith that humanity must give of themselves to the less fortunate individuals and organizations of this world. Mainly a Liberal Arts college, it is an accredited university that has the highest standards. It is extremely difficult to become enrolled in their programs.
This university isn’t open for everyone and it isn’t for everyone. Students have to show and prove that they come to serve under the principles and guidelines of its motto. They are stringent guidelines and have the highest expectations of any Christian based university.
In 1996, an unlikely phenomenon occurred that never happened in the history of that educational institution. One teacher broke the number one standard of the moral codes. That teacher unfortunately became personally involved with a struggling student.
After months and months of investigation, the accounts have been told in a series of articles and eventually were written into a book for those who didn’t read the articles.
75% of the teaching staff at the University of St. Decapolis consists of the Dogmatic Sisters. One of those nuns was personally ‘violated’ as reports went by a misguided student that became overwhelmed by her presence, personality, and ‘attractive’ appearance. In his own belief and growing thoughts, that student derived mushrooming impractical ideas he created for himself about the Dogmatic nun.
Having one of the toughest curriculums in the entire world in Liberal Arts, the young man struggled his first two years and finally sought out help in his third year. Having an undergraduate degree in Business Communications in less than three years from a small college in the Midwest, this student felt a calling to missionaries.
“Mr. Chapman, I appreciate that you’ve come out and admitted you’ve struggled with this class. It’s time you and I go over these economics principles so that you are able to graduate after next year” said Sister Ann. “This is of the utmost importance that you understand.”
“Yes, yes I know” Jeff Chapman replied. He always acted as if he understood. He always felt as if that was his best line of offense or defense. “Okay I’m ready Sister.”
He sat in front of the desk as she read over material and asked him his understanding and definitions. He’d listen, look at the book, and every so often peek at her and her upper body to see if there was any definition through her large nondescript sweater she wore.
If a nun was not in her assigned habit, which always was a safe line of defense against undesirable thoughts and bad ideas, it was safe to wear something along the lines that Sister Ann wore. The drawback was that it was an ungodly hot climate on this southern plantation. Hence the sweaters were thin but large in nature. They covered up any physical aspects of a nun’s body to preserve ideas that could be decadently misconstrued.
“Now Jeff, will you to write down the six principles I read to you and I want the definitions written below them.” She wasn’t stern in her request at least not in her opinion and he never once took it that way. “Once you complete it, give me a synopsis of each please.”
Trying to concentrate on her request, all he saw was a woman, 6 to 7 years older than him he believed but in reality she was only a couple of years his senior. Jeff was 26 when he was accepted and Sr. Ann was only 29.
She appeared to be older due to how she kept herself. Never wearing any makeup, and with her hair pulled back into a tight bun, her only gift physically was her soft light brown eyes. However those eyes were windows to her ‘soul’ he always idealized.
Scared he would make a mistake as he looked at the pretty nun who never wore anything but flats as shoes, always wore long skirts down below her knees she only endorsed a conservative moral life. He looked and looked for signs of physical beauty while working at the black board behind her.
All along Jeff felt a compelling attraction to her and as he felt that, he also felt guilty that he did. He’d go to church, kneel and pray for guidance, but felt he didn’t come away with an answer to his dilemma.
He knew she was the one he desired. He knew it was not right to be attracted to a nun of the Dogmatic order. A man doesn’t become attractive to this ultra conservative group. They just don’t. There isn’t anything in the orders behavior which would substantiate immoral ideas or anything else that could substantiate amoral thoughts of Christians in the Dogma religion.
It was somehow different with Jeff Campbell. Jeff, even though he came from a fine Midwestern upbringing and even though he went to church himself when he was an undergraduate, he always went to church services to absolve himself of impure thoughts.
But at the black board while getting some help after class, his head turned around frequently. He looked over Sister Ann’s shoulder and see if there was any sign of her thin slender figure and pert breasts distinguishable inside of that large sweater that surrounded her collar.
Everything was covered up he surmised with disappointment but that was for the best he also thought. “I mustn’t think these impure thoughts. She is like a married woman and married to the Dogma.” Nothing he wished he could see was considered physically improper for a Dogmatic nun.
He was confused. He suffered and knew he felt something for her. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach. Nothing else mattered because Jeff Campbell liked her. She was nice. She was pretty even without makeup and fashionable clothing. Her hair, although always pulled into a bun while teaching was always clean and shiny. Her cheeks were sharp and expressive to him. She had great teeth. She had a smile that was even more impressive to him. He even defined her lips as not to full, but perfectly curvaceous. They were modest and eye-catching. “I’d kiss them any old day”, he said often.
He thought to himself almost every evening when he was alone in his dorm, “I like her. She is beautiful. I wish I could have coffee with her or something.”
Once he had told a couple of guys and another girl and all of them thought he was crazy. But he only mentioned it in passing as a fleeting thought. They never suspected a thing.
These were ongoing sessions with Sister Ann. He became increasingly enthralled with the idea he could ‘seduce’ her somehow and have his way with her romantically; but only if she agreed to be involved to some degree or another.
If he failed in an attempt to become intimate with Sr. Ann then his time there was done. He figured if he failed in an attempt to show his feelings and she rejected him, he would immediately be removed from the school and the grounds of course too. What would happen to her as well? Would her teaching be limited? Would her access privileges be removed? Those were questions that didn’t matter but could result in an excommunication from the Dogmatic order.
The session ended again and a burning desire to be close to her grew immensely. He thought his opportunities were becoming less and less. He felt that he became more and more timid after each session ended. She was clueless but she always liked Jeff Campbell as a student and showed respect for him. She was amiable towards him, but she did that with many of the students. There was warmth to her nature that he interpreted as a special friendship. She didn’t give him any special attention.
Standing behind her, she read on or wrote concepts on a tablet of paper. Minding her own business, he continued to look around and down at her. He was consumed by her simple beauty. He hoped she’d succumb to intimate, desirable, or even a sexually oriented interaction with him. He was almost sure she would.
Knowing there was no way to hold them by going inside of her large conservative sweater, he put his chalk down, took a deep breath, turned around, looked at her from the back, and started to reach down towards her shoulders as if he was going to massage them.
Suddenly he stopped and quickly pulled back, grabbed the chalk, and looked at her to ask a question. A fire grew and energy rushed even harder as he craved touching her small lively breasts, as he figured them to be, and energizing her. Not that day he wouldn’t do it unless he developed the guts to follow his desire but next time he would said to himself; “Next time I won’t back down.”
Turning around, she asked “Is everything alright Jeffery? You seem as if you are distracted. Is everything okay?”
“Oh, umm yes I am okay; I just was thinking about something, ummm personal that popped up in my mind and I am trying to rid myself of the thought Sister.”
“Need I ask what it was? Should I talk further of it Jeffery or is it along the lines of school?” She appeared to be worried that she was losing his attention. She did want to know what was on his mind, but if something immoral were passing through it she wanted to at all cost avoid that and reassure him that prayer was the answer to all demonic ideas, including sexual persuasive ones.
Jeffery was a handsome man. She saw his beauty, but thanks to prayer, she avoided any pitfalls. He was a fine looking young man. He had ideal appearance as a young man. Ocean blue eyes, short, light brown wavy hair that highlighted is great cheekbones. He didn’t seem to fit in like many others there. He seemed as if he could be a California boy, but he wasn’t at all.
A smile when he was in a good mood, which was often, brought out his charm. He never worked at his upper body that was chiseled, it simply was a gift he was given. An athlete in days gone by, he was ripped from head to toe but at that college it wasn’t a factor. He wasn’t defined by his physique. He was defined by his intelligence.
The next day came, class ended, and he had no other classes that day. Holiday was that weekend and most students would participate in plantation wide activities that invited the public. Last minute meetings would begin in about three hours. Sister Ann was a chairperson for one of those activities.
Going over the work including that day’s class instruction as well as quickly reviewing previous day’s work, Jeff was up to speed. He was considering his feelings he had and all the other distractions that made him extremely proud of his accomplishments. She was happy for him too and glad he got his grades up or at least a better understanding of everything.
“I’m so impressed Jeffery. You should be very proud of yourself” Sister Ann proudly exclaimed. Beaming with pride for him, she felt as if a light hug was in order but restricted herself from one.
“Anyways, he isn’t a little boy anymore” she told herself. “No he sure isn’t that and it shows” she further thought. She knew she had to dissolve those ideas quickly.
Jeff was standing at the board while she finished notes and their backs to each other that burning voracious feeling crept within him, growing and exploding and he knew what he felt. He knew what he craved. He knew how much he wanted to ‘be’ with her. Those thoughts overwhelmed him. The ideas controlled him. “No, nobody does something such as that with a nun, nobody does that” he tried to tell himself. His logic was failing him. He liked her. He saw her beauty. “No, she is a nun” he tried telling himself over and over.
The hours he spent with her learning over and over made him develop immoral ideas. Why or how could a man his age get ideas like that about a nun? He couldn’t figure it out. All he knew was she was attractive in her own way and the demeanor which she presented herself made him perceive it as if she secretly desired something. He was wrong.
He turned, she was still writing, and seeing as that day she was in her habit, it did not deter him any longer that despite that fact, he wanted to feel her. He wanted to slowly creep up behind her, lean over, and simply slide his gentle hands down the front of her and grasp her breasts cautiously. He wanted to let her know that he found her exceedingly attractive. He wanted to show her how beautiful she was. It was important that she knew how he felt towards the pretty nun.
Sr. Ann never saw anything coming. Oblivious to his intentions, she was startled when it occurred. Turning around, Jeff looked down at her. He swallowed hard as if a guy doing something unspeakable, which was exactly what he did, for the very first time. Close enough to breathe on her so that she felt his breath, he quickly leaned over but gently laid his hands to rest just below her shoulders and far enough above her chirpy breasts.
Just as he began to slip his hands south as well, Sister Ann pushed her chair to the right, screamed out in a disparaging surprise, she shouted “Jeffery Campbell what are you doing? Jeffery, Jeffery how could you do something as immoral and unethical and sinful against the Dogmatic motto? I am, oh Jeffery, I am, oh I’m so, so at a loss for words Mr. Campbell. How can you do such a thing” she screamed.
Still searching for words, she didn’t cry she only dropped to her knees to pray to her Dogmatic Savior. Reciting verse after verse he saw the error of his ways, stood in disbelief, and knew that day was his last day. He had violated her. He had violated the basic Dogmatic Principles which were established decades ago. Tomorrow he’d be on a plane back to the continental United States. He lost his vision and he failed himself.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he said remorsefully. His head dropped knowing he did wrong. He walked out and didn’t even take anything with him.
Forgetting that he left his treasured notebook, handheld, and other important items in his book bag, Jeff Campbell walked towards his dorm room and began to pack.
The dorms had emptied out. Nobody was around. Not a soul was there in the building. He checked to see if any of his close friends were in and the registrar showed everyone signed out for the weekend. He was in despair.
“Oh my, how could I have done such an immoral thing? I am going to be punished. I will be spiritually tortured now.” He stopped halfway that he was packing up, left his room, and headed towards the church to pray. That became important. Two hours later he emerged from the church, headed back sorrowfully, and began packing more. With boxes full of almost everything, a friend Tanya walked past his room.
“Jeff, why are you packing? What’s going on Jeff? Are you dropping out or leaving school? Please don’t leave Jeff. I know I don’t want you to leave.”
“Umm, I have to Tanya. I can’t tell you why, but I have to.”
She had to know why. She really liked him a lot. He had some different ideas and thoughts but she adored him. She was 22 and found him to be one of the coolest, nicest, and of course finest dudes around. But she liked him very, very much.
“Jeffy, Jeffy as she always called him, I need to know why. You owe me that don’t you?”
“I guess I do Tonny, his pet name for her, but this time I can’t. I can’t tell you what I did.”
“Jeff, what did you do? Who is it Jeff? Did you go against the principles of the University Jeffy? What student, what girl or who did something happen with?”
“Tanya, please you know I like you. We’re good friends. We both know it. Right now I uhhhh, can’t tell you what I did. It’s that bad Tonny!”
“Oh my Savior, I don’t think I want to know, Do I Jeffy? Will I ever know? Someday will you tell me Jeff?”
“I will Tonny, I will. I promise you I will. I have to get ready to leave. Oh darn, I left my bag in the classroom.”
“I’ll get it for you”, said Tanya. She pleaded with him to help him out. She knew something horrible happened and as a friend wanted to console him. “I’ll go and get it. What room Jeff?”
Not thinking he said okay and she ran off and retrieved it. When she got there, Sister Ann was at her desk, head down and praying aloud but softly.
Sister Ann looked up saw Tanya greeted her with a set of eyes that expressed grief and sadness. Tanya saw them and started to deduce what may have happened. She said hi, smiled but left and said goodbye.
She didn’t say a word. Tanya was frighteningly worried because she suspected that Jeff violated Sister Ann. “He violated her, no not Jeffy. Jeffy wouldn’t do that, not my Jeffy.”
Arriving at his room, she gave him his bag. A concerned look appeared in front of him. She was about to ask when he said, “Tonny do not ask me what happened. I am not going to tell you. I am sure I will be permanently suspended and will receive notice tomorrow morning. I can’t and won’t talk about it.”
“Jeffy, I know what you did. You touched her didn’t you? It’s pretty evident that you did. Like me Jeffy, she is a woman, maybe older but she is a woman. We have feelings Jeffy, but she has a conviction to the Dogma. You can’t violate that. That is sinful Jeffy.”
Without thinking, he let it slip in a manner of speaking, “I know, I know Tanya.” Then he realized it. They talked for a while. Tanya blew her friends off. She sat in the locked dorm room with Jeff.
“It’s just that being here, I don’t know, but being here on this place I got confused Tonny; I lost my rationale and let things go askew. I found myself attracted to her.”
“Jeffy, do you like me” Tanya asked. “Do you like Sister Ann still? I mean the way you did earlier?”
“Yeah I like you Tonny. You’re a buddy, you are a good friend.”
“Nooo, Jeffy not like that. I mean do you like me more than a friend?” She looked at him with puppy dog eyes and a smile like she wanted to flirt with him.
“Oh wow, Tanya umm yeah I guess I’ve thought about you like that. But I guess I’ve always thought you never thought about me like that. Plus I’m what, 4 years older, so I kind of figured you umm never would be interested in me. I mean like never Tonny.”
“Jeffy, Jeffy, Jeffy what you don’t know about me, oh I could take weeks, sort of, and tell you things about me.”
“What do you mean by that Tonny? What are you, an online closet porn queen?”
“Hehehe, nah not a chance, I’m just trying to say Jeff that I like you a lot. I’ve always liked you a lot, but you’ve never noticed.”
“No shit Tanya? I always wondered I guess. There was something that clicked in the back of my mind to be honest, but as dumb as I guess I am, I didn’t put two and two together.”
“Umm Jeffy that’s okay, it really is. So tell me do I get to kiss you? Oh and I wanna know about your feelings for Sister Ann too. I mean, that does sound juicier then hell.”
“Tonny, you should know better than to swear.”
“Oh who gives a flying you know what?”
“Hahahahaha, you are funny. That’s what I do like about you Tonny you do throw caution to the wind, don’t you?”
“Well yeah I do, but what about you Jeffy, hell look who’s hitting on a nun? Like get outta town Jeffy, she’s a nun for Saviors Sake!”
He looked at her with remorse. He didn’t feel good at all about what happened because it back-fired big time in his face. He felt the wrath of the Savior would come to pay him back him for bad judgment and immoral behavior.
“Awww Jeffy, Jeffy it is going to be alright. It will be okay Jeffy. I just know it will. Trust me Jeff I know it’s all going to be okay. So when are you going to tell me what happened?”
She gave him a hug and whispered in his ear. After whispering his eyes lit up like flashlights in a dark room. He couldn’t believe what she just asked him.
“No way Tonny do you mean that? You do that to, uhhh to me? Come on we can’t do that here can we? Well I mean we should at least leave the plantation shouldn’t we?”
“Tell you what Jeffy I wanna show you something secret that I have. Let’s go to my room.”
“Hahahaha, I know, I know as he quieted his voice, you’ve got those and that” as he pointed to her two melon size goddesses and her Garden of Eden.
“Hehehe, she laughed silently, aren’t you cute. First though, when we get there you are going to tell me what happened and then I’m going to show you something.”
Not much actually happened, but she did want to go down on Jeff. She was horny and it built up and up. She wanted sex. She wanted an orgasm. She didn’t care, but preferred it with Jeff if she was given a chance. However as bad as he felt, he was preoccupied with a situation he put himself in earlier and she wanted to know what happened.
She figured she could break him down and get the whole story if she could get in his slacks. If she could do what she fantasized with an incredible ability to tangle her tongue up, down, around, and consume it entirely and down her digestive passageway?
She wasn’t triumphant. She would be she figured soon enough. She listened and although she did listen she thought he would. Not once did he give any indication what had happened that put him in his devastated mood.
He didn’t break down. She was getting hornier and hornier… and hornier. “God Damn, she pleaded, Jeffy I am horny, and I wanna give you a blow job. I want you to lick me out too. I want you to do me Jeffy!” She wasn’t as desperate as it sounded, but he knew she was though she pleaded with him.
He sat straight up. He looked at her in surprise. At first he wanted to tongue fuck her. He wanted her to tongue fuck him back, but he was also too preoccupied by his idiocy!
“I’m sorry Tonny. I mean I, I uhhh wanna, uhhh I would but, ohh god for us to do that? I didn’t think we were uhh like that Tonny. You know what I’m trying to tell ya, don’t ya?”
“Then Jeffy I’m just gonna hafta do this myself right here in front of ya. You can watch and see how a girl does herself, right?” She giggled and slipped her hand down her shorts.
He watched but got horny as his penis became hard. She played and smiled, but slowly it went away as she became more aroused. She became hornier and wetter and her eyes would roll and she would moan often on top of it all.
All that got him horny. He was turned on as she couldn’t stop herself. He wanted to hold himself. He wanted to grab himself, pull it out, and jerk himself off and he didn’t care if his best friend, Tanya watched him do it.
She did get him so turned on he grabbed his sheathed cock and jerked it a few times, but stopped. “Oh I can’t do this Tanya.”
“Why not, that was super cool Jeffy.”
“Noooo I, I, I really can’t Tonny. I wanna, but, uhh I can’t.” Then he started to literally cry a little.
She abruptly stopped fingering herself, scooted up to him and deeply empathized with him for whatever he did. “Awww honey, don’t cry, whatever happened can be rectified. I have another friend and she’s fixed a few things for some of us. Don’t cry Jeffy. You’re way too old for that.”
“I know I know Tonny; god you are great, do you know that?” They hugged and he felt her boobs when they did. He felt like touching them but didn’t.
But she grabbed inside of his short outside his underwear, holding his semi limp cock and clamped it tightly. He looked up, smiled but pulled her hand off it, kissed it and said, “Ohhh Tonny please can I take a rain check?”
She felt bad, said yes, but told him he has to guarantee his rain check. She hugged him, kissed his cheek, and he got up and left. She went back and finished masturbating for the umpteenth time that month.
Back at his room, Jeff relented over his earlier actions but also thought how cool it was that Tanya felt about him too. However, his overwhelming emotions had the best of him. Sister Ann was going to report him soon and he would be called in, and permanently excused from the program he was enrolled in. He would be provided bussing service with all his belongings in tow, and shipped back home.
Jeff wouldn’t sleep. Morning came and he arose, showered, and awaited word from council. He expected them to convene shortly after 11:00 that morning. He had a snack, instead of breakfast in the great all in his own room. Tanya figured he was feeling crappy and that’s why he didn’t show up.
Either way, women were not permitted to sit with the men. It was a guideline of the Dogmatic run school. At the head table with numerous other nuns was Sister Ann. She ate quickly and ran.
She never reported anything. She filed a false report, that wasn’t turned in. She sent a false notice to Jeff’s room, demanding his presence at the off campus board room due to it was a private meeting, if something of this seriousness occurred.
All alone and waiting at 1:00pm, she sat in skivvies as opposed to her habit. She wasn’t wearing flats. She did wear a sweater, but it was someone else’s that happened to be a smaller size, so it appeared more flattering on her as in much more flattering and defining on her.
Wearing black slacks from that person’s closet, her buttocks were more noticeable and as a whole, she looked in pretty good shape as a woman might appear to a man. She was apprehensive. She maintained a cool and collected presence so she thought. Sister Ann changed after arriving at the board room.
Locking the door earlier, she heard the knock. She didn’t answer. The knock was louder and longer. Finally she called out, “One moment please. Who is at the entrance?”
“Jeffery Campbell”, said the male voice. “Am I to await my turn? Am I too early?”
“No Mr. Campbell, I’ll be there in a moment.”
She was nervous. She began to doubt herself somewhat. However she knew what she desired and she put on the two final touches consisting of a bit of makeup highlighting an encouraging beauty she hoped existed and a touch of scented spray she once found in a hallway in school.
Finally she unlocked the door, he walked in, and she locked it instantly behind him. He smelled the scent in the air immediately and took notice. Smelling the air often he enjoyed the aroma. It was clear and his eyes illustrated his approval.
Without smiling, she was pleased. Then he looked at her, but remorsefully until he noticed her makeup, clothing, and the sharpness of her body. “That isn’t the way a nun is supposed to dress”, he thought. “I mean, wow, she’s uhh well got a hot body for a nun. Look at her. Oh my savior I’m about to say it, I mean, look at them, she actually has great looking tits! Then he saw the slacks she had on, which were showing off her fine tighter shaped ass. His eyes burst open. He couldn’t believe it and seeing she wore low pumps, which no nun ever wore was sending him unusual signals.
“What is wrong Jeffery? What is wrong Mr. Campbell? Would you like to tell me something? Don’t you have a few things to tell me first off?”
“Umm no Sister, except that I want to apologize from the very bottom of my heart. I have sinned so badly, I’ve broken guidelines, beliefs, dogmatic principles, and I feel horrible. I prayed for forgiveness and I don’t know how many times I prayed too. I am sorry, sorry, sorry Sister.”
“I am not going to report this. I find that you have made me think about some unusual ideas and I am happy to say that this is only a warning. I know how important this study program is to you, so it’s in my belief that you and I keep an understanding. If you ever do that publicly, regardless if someone else is around or not, you will be permanently suspended. Do I make myself absolutely clear?”
“Yes Sister, yes you have. Again, I am very sorry and I apologize.”
“I do understand how something like that might occur. You and I are closer in age aren’t we? Maybe you didn’t realize it. Seeing as that is the case, I guess I can understand some emotional connection that even though it is misguided it could exist between you and me. I thought long and hard as well as prayed hard for an understanding why I was approached. I had feelings afterwards, which I wasn’t proud of Jeff. I initially felt ashamed. But soon enough I understood your intentions. Although, you felt you had feelings for me, I wasn’t sure I should have been violated. However I was and it happened. I want you to do one thing as a result of all of this.”
“What is that”, he asked with deep sorrow and curiosity.
She stepped up close to him, smiled, but held both of his hands. “So you feel that I am that attractive as a woman. Even though I am a nun, that didn’t have any such bearing on you Jeffery?
He had no idea what she was up to and no idea how to respond to her.
“Then Jeffery, if you feel that strongly about what it was your feelings were telling you, then please, please do that exact same thing to me. I saw the way your face lit up when you walked in here at first. I want you to show me those inner emotions Jeffery.”
He was as hesitant as all get out. He felt remorseful and said to himself he wouldn’t ever do that again. But she was coercing him to re-think his position and see if he still found her attractive and alluring.
“Jeffery, touch my breasts please. I am not going to hurt you. I am not going to report this. I have put this all in writing, notarized it, and signed it. The notary public is a friend. She was a student and agreed to this under a few stipulations. So everything is on the up and up, sort of. Please Jeffery, do me the favor, the pleasure, and yourself the dignity, and touch these breasts.”
He felt embarrassed, but he felt a commitment to make everything better between them. She lifted his hands, and he pulled them out of her hands and simply but gently held her breasts in his palms.
An instant smile appeared on her. Her eyes lit up with jubilance. She felt a glorious and exalted rush of emotion travel at a high rate of speed inside. She dropped to her knees, scaring him to death. She looked up with great happiness. She raised her hands, sliding them across his stomach and down the sides of his legs. He raised her up underneath her armpits and asked her, “What the heck is going on Sister?”
“As you know Jeff, I have one quarter to go before I become a full-fledged Sister. After this quarter, I make a commitment, which up until yesterday afternoon, I was ninety-nine percent sure I was going to go that route. I am almost absolutely sure I will become a full-fledged nun.”
He was floored. He knew where she was heading with it all. He was her deciding factor. He didn’t want that. He just felt a unique attraction for her for some odd and sensational reason. He didn’t want himself to be the determining reason why or why she’d go on to fulfill the Saviors will.
“Make love to me Jeffery. I do not know what that is like. I have never known that feeling. As you probably do know, I am 29 and you Jeff are 26, right? I have been true to myself and am a virgin. Does that make you feel any different Jeffery? I have so many things I want to tell someone and I can’t tell the rest of my sisters here. I can’t, will you please spend one day with me and make love to me and let me tell you what I feel inside?”
He paused for a long time, confused and not sure why he would say yes, but something forced the words out of his mouth. “It would be the greatest honor and the greatest pleasure to be intimate with you Sister Ann.”
“Ann isn’t my real name, Jeffery. My real name is Myra. I’ve always loved that name. Call me that in private please. I would love it if you would call me that confidentially. Also, may I kiss you Jeffery? I have never kissed a man at least not in a romantic sense.”
“Umm, where are you and I supposed to umm well you know what I mean.”
“I will let you know shortly. Is later today soon enough Jeffery?”
“Oh uhhh yes, sure yes Myra. What should I bring?”
Well I would like to be naked so only a change of clothes. Is being completely naked Jeffery okay with you? You are okay with being naked with a nun aren’t you” she asked innocently.
She was excited as hell. She asked if she could kiss him again, he said yes, they kissed and he turned her on big time. He did one other thing for good measure. He squeezed her ass and told her it was sexy as hell.
As a woman, but a virgin too, she was giddy. She lost her composure. She didn’t break down and giggle or laugh, but inside she was shedding tears and joy abound her body. Chemical reactions slithered swiftly into her Garden and she never felt such excited fear like she felt at that moment.
A man, close in age was going to rid her of that ‘tag’ she carried deep inside. No longer would she be considered a virgin. Pulsating as rapidly as the Mississippi river runs hard in a storm, her vaginal tract emitted electrifying signals that she could not control.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyy, ooohh yess, she let slip. But the way her anxious feelings discharged from her orally was the exact same way she seeped in her uterus. She was not in control of anything. She wasn’t experienced in such matters. Feelings of this nature had crept up before however due to her upbringing she had ways to dispel them.
“It is a great feeling but I wish I knew what a woman felt as opposed to a man’s feelings. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this incredible too Myra. I want you. I want you badly. I want to undress you, make love to you, and I want to show you how beautiful you are Ann, umm uhh Sister, I mean Myra. Oh my, I am going to make love to a, umm oh wow! Hurry up, I am excited”, he tried to say calmly.
“Ohhhh I want to be touched Jeffery! I want you to be the only one that does that with me. Ohh you don’t know what I’m feeling all over, ohhhh, ohhhh my savior!”
Sister Ann, aka, Myra was horny like never before. She didn’t prevent her feelings from developing into full blown orgasmic seizures.
She let her excitement take control and she prepared for a night of unknown, unrealized, and unexpected sexual gratification.
THE END