I chewed my cereal, lost in the heat of yesterday's memories, the sinful touch of the priest's hands, the way my own begging voice had trembled. Earlier, when i stripped for my bath, i'd seen the marks he left on my skin. Hickeys. Red. Sore. Beautiful. My breasts and chest told the story of forbidden passion. I had loved every moment, even as guilt pricked my heart.
I had sinned.
Sinned with the assistant parish priest.
But the thought didn't stop my stomach from flipping at the memory. Father Chris.
He had promised me more. Promised to take all of me, as he had imagined. I shuddered. He had probably already pictured himself fucking me so hard my knees would give way. The thought made my thighs press together as I sat at the dining table.
I wanted it. I wanted him.
My breasts felt heavier, fuller, remembering the way his mouth had sucked me like I'd never been touched before. I swallowed another spoonful of cereal, but my mind was elsewhere, my lips remembering the taste of his kisses… and his cum.
The muted television flickered in the background. I had already cleaned the house, scented the living room, and was waiting for my parents to return from the airport. But truthfully, i was waiting for Father Chris. For his call.
My phone sat right there on the table, and my trembling fingers kept brushing against it. If only I had his number, i would have called first.
The knock at the door made me jump. My heart stopped. Parents?
I hurried to open it, only to see Tasha standing there, grinning, blonde hair tied in a tight bun, mascara lining her eyes. Her singlet did little to hide her nipples beneath, and her white jean shorts clung to her thighs.
"Hey, what's up? I saw your call yesterday, I was busy, you know."
Tasha strolled in, heading straight for the dining table, sitting like she owned the space. Her gaze flicked to me, lingering. "You're practically glowing. Care to share your secret?"
I sat back down, my spoon trembling. My heart was heavy, bursting with memories i could never confess. What me and Father Chris had done… it replayed over and over in her mind. Sin. Unforgivable. Yet so delicious that i wanted more.
I sighed, rolling my eyes. "I always glow."
How could i admit that i had almost lost my virginity yesterday? That i had licked and savored a priest's cum? That we had kissed until our lips burned because neither could get enough?
I stuffed my mouth with cereal, but it didn't wash away the taste of his seed. I imagined again how his hard cock would feel inside my mouth. Father Chris was all i could think of.
"Dianne?"
Tasha's suspicious tone snapped me out of it. She'd been talking, and I hadn't heard a word.
"I—I'm sorry." I swallowed. "My head is full. I'm thinking about… things."
"Like what? Something I should know?" Tasha asked, thumbs tapping her phone, then lifting her eyes with interest.
"Uhm, school." I lied, my stomach hot with shame and desire.
I could have lost it yesterday, my virginity. To a priest. A man who had sworn himself to God. A man i wanted no one else to touch me but him.
I had left church without my panties. My bright red panty that i had slid off myself for his fingers. Was it with him? Did he keep it? The thought sent another shiver through me.
In my mirror last night, i had seen his handprints on my skin, strokes that were painfully pleasurable. My heart skipped when i thought of the older priest who had walked in. Did he see? Did he know? Did God?
She prayed Chris would call.
Instead, Tasha's voice cut through. She was lying about why she didn't pick up yesterday, something about being sick. Dianne rolled her eyes.
"I called because I wanted you to follow me to church," i cut her off.
"Oh, that was why?" Tasha shrugged. "I thought you were mad at me. Thought maybe your calls were for something more important."
I narrowed my eyes. "Church isn't important?"
"It is," Tasha said quickly, but I could see she was forcing it.
Then Tasha froze, eyes widening. "Hold up! Are those hickeys I see on your neck?"
My blood drained. I reached up instinctively. I hadn't even noticed them. I thought the marks were only on my chest and breasts.
"There are four," Tasha whispered, covering her mouth like we were hiding from someone.
"Four?" Panic spiked through me. My parents couldn't see this.
"Who smothered you yesterday?" Tasha leaned forward. "Come on, tell me. Do I know him?"
Yes, you know him, i thought. You'd die if I told you. Instead, i shook my head. "No. Just… a guy I met yesterday."
Tasha blinked. "Yesterday was Sunday. Your mom went to church. You weren't there, so where were you? Or wait, did you meet him in church?"
"Yes," I admitted carefully. "I met him there."
Tasha gasped. "Oh my God. You actually had the guts to make out in church? Where? Restroom? Tell me you two fucked."
"No," I said firmly. "I'm still a virgin." My voice dropped, almost to myself. "Not yet…"
The flashes came back, his fingers, his mouth.
Tasha looked disappointed. "Wow… seriously? Are you twelve? Why haven't you fucked yet? Haven't found the right one?"
"You're right. I haven't." I smirked, my heart knowing the truth, I had.
"And you?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.
Tasha hesitated, glancing around before whispering, "I lost it at fifteen. With my English teacher. In the restroom."
"What?" I almost choked on her water.
Tasha nodded, eyes shining with mischief. "He was hot, masculine, so damn handsome. I went into the male restroom after school… locked the door. When he came out, I dropped to my knees and begged with my mouth. He gave in. Dianne, his cock was so big. I stroked, sucked, swallowed… I loved it. And then he lifted me, kissed me, and fucked me against the wall. It hurt, but then… the pleasure took me. We couldn't stop. Later it was in his office, on his desk, me naked under him. God, growing up was memorable."
My eyes widened. "And now?"
"I don't know where he is. It was just fun."
"Wasn't he old?"
"Seventeen years older."
"Wow…" I muttered, but curiosity burned hotter than shame. The question rolled off my tongue before I could stop it.
"And the man you were with in the car? Who is he?"
Tasha stilled for a moment, her lips twitching like she was holding back a secret. Then she smirked knowingly.
"Mr. Fredrick," she said at last. "My mother's boss. He's so good."
"You… fucked him too?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.
She didn't even flinch. "Yeah," she admitted, bold as sin, like she wanted me to be shocked. "His cock is the sweetest ever. I crave it. I love him fucking me. He's fifty-six."
"Fifty-six?" I nearly choked. "You're barely twenty, Tasha."
"I don't care." She shrugged like it was nothing, her eyes gleaming with a lust-drunk glow. "He gives me everything I want. Exactly how I want it. And he knows how to treat me like the woman I am." Her lips curved into a wicked smile. "We've fucked six times in a single day. Six, Dianne. I can't get enough of him… and he confessed he can't get enough of me either."
My pulse skipped, my mouth dry. I wanted to ask the obvious question , What if your mother finds out?, but the words stuck in my throat. Instead, I whispered, "Do you… plan on being with him forever?"
Tasha paused, her eyes glittering with something dangerous. She smacked her lips slowly, savoring the question.
"He has a wife," she said carelessly. "And kids my age." Her smile darkened, daring, sinful. "But I don't mind. I'll still let him fuck me, even after I get married. I don't care who he belongs to. When he's inside me, he's mine."
Her words sent shivers down my spine. My eyes widened, my chest pounding. She was insane. She was fearless. She was living the kind of dangerous fantasy I only dared to dream about.
And worst of all… my body heated with jealousy.