I rolled out of bed, tossing my phone carelessly onto the sheets. A heavy sigh left my lips as I bent down, gathering the scattered clothes I had flung across the bed and floor, quickly slipping them back on.
Tasha's eyes followed me the whole time, her gaze sharp, unreadable. I finally turned to her, snapping, "Eww, don't look at me like that." My voice cracked a little, too defensive. "Chris. His name is Chris, okay? I don't even know why I mentioned the father part."
I dragged my fingers through my curly hair, brushing it over my shoulder to hide the mark of the hickeys. The hoodie I yanked over my head helped, but still, my skin burned with the memory of his lips. My body—traitorous body—still hummed from the sex call.
Before Tasha could notice more, I snatched the duvet and tossed it over the damp spot on my sheets where I'd squirted. My stomach twisted with desire at the reminder, a fire gnawing inside me for what had happened… and what was yet to come.
Tasha studied me with a look that was far too knowing. I forced myself to act calm, casual, even careless. If I let her see one crack, she'd know. She wasn't stupid.
Finally, she snapped out of it, disbelief softening into a sly smile.
"Okay," she said, waving it off. "It's not even possible anyway. I mean… come on. You can't actually be sex video calling the new priest. Is that even possible?"
Her words pierced straight through me. Because it was possible. Because I was. Because he had promised to f*ck me, and I wouldn't miss it for the world.
But she was already switching gears. "So tell me… is he hot? Is he the one who gave you those hickeys?" Her eyes had seen the ones on my chest. "How old is he? How big is his dick? Tell me everything, I'm all ears." She squealed, bouncing on the bed, her curiosity wild.
I didn't want to say anything. My lips itched to stay sealed. But against my will, the words poured out.
"Yes. He's hot. Dangerously hot. The kind of hot that should be illegal. You should hear him talk, he teases in a way that feels sinful." A bitter laugh slipped out. And he's supposed to only speak holiness.
"Yes," I added, nodding, "he's the reason for the hickeys."
Tasha leaned forward, whispering like a forbidden secret, "How big is his cock? I know I shouldn't ask, but I have to know." She giggled, covering her mouth. "God, my mom would cry her eyes out if she heard me. But who cares? I'm grown. I need details. Spill."
I drifted toward the window, watching the trees sway outside as the breeze pushed through their branches. My throat was dry when I finally whispered, "They're big. Heavy. Hard." My lips tingled remembering how I'd seen it on the video, how my hands had stroked it in church. "It's unbelievable."
"Right?" she squealed. "That's what makes sex worth it. Maybe I should try a video with Fredrick tonight. What do you think? Oh my God, I can't wait. I saw your body reacting, you were high, Dianne. On another world."
I opened my mouth to respond, but she cut me off, eyes gleaming. "Never mind. I am doing it tonight. Sex video call with Fredrick. End of discussion."
Mr. Fredrick. Her mother's boss. Fifty-six years old. Married. And still the man she couldn't stop sleeping with.
The knock on my door jolted me, making my skin jump.
"Girls, come out! I've prepared lunch." My mother's voice carried through the door. "Dianne, are you okay? You've been in there too long. Everything alright?"
Panic raced through me. If she walked in now, she'd smell sex in the air. She'd know.
"I'm fine, Mom!" I shouted quickly. "Just… busy with something."
I heard her footsteps retreating. My lungs deflated with relief.
I grabbed my phone from the bed, flipping to my profile picture. My pulse jumped at the thought of Father Chris's number sitting there, waiting. I couldn't wait to save it. I couldn't wait to hear his voice every single day.
Sliding the phone into my pocket, I turned to find Tasha crawling onto my bed, mischief dancing in her eyes.
"Should I show you the best position for your first time?"
I froze. Then slowly nodded. I needed the lesson.
"This," she purred, lying on her left side, raising her right leg, holding it in place with her hand. "He goes between you like this. F*cks you until you can't breathe. Best position ever. Trust me. You'll thank me later."
Her voice dipped into a husky whisper. "And when you ride him, make him choke you. One hand on your throat, the other squeezing your breasts. The thrill is insane. I call it the Fredrick Style. Learned it from him."
I stared, my face burning, every word etching itself into my brain like scripture.
"And don't forget…" she smirked, "make him cum in your mouth. But don't swallow. Kiss him with it. Cum and kiss together? Out of this world."
She winked, skipping toward the door. "And when you finally f*ck, fill me in. I want all the juice."
I stood trembling, crossing myself before stepping out to the living room together with her.
There sat my mom and Mrs. Adrianna, Tasha's mother, chatting politely. My dad scrolled on his phone at the dining table. A basket of fruits rested on the sofa, a gift from Adrianna.
"You're growing into a beautiful young lady," Adrianna said warmly, reaching for my arm. Then her tone shifted into warning. "Don't let boys deceive you. The devil comes to kill and destroy. Stay close to God, find the right one, and He'll lead you."
I caught Tasha rolling her eyes. I lowered my head, heart pounding. Close to God? I had touched and stroked a priest's cock in His house. My skin still bore the marks.
If only Adrianna knew her daughter wasn't the saint she thought, f*cking her boss behind closed doors.
The table rattled as my mother clapped her hands. "I'm inviting Father Chris tomorrow," she announced, her tone casual.
My body froze. My breath hitched.
Adrianna smiled sadly. "Ah, I'd have loved to see him, but my boss keeps me buried in work these days."
I couldn't hear the rest. My blood roared in my ears. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he'd be in this house. Sitting with my parents. Wearing holy robes while I knew what lay underneath.
I excused myself, muttering about needing the bathroom, then bolted for my room. My shaking hands pulled out my phone, dialing his number before I could think.
He answered.
"Mum said you're coming tomorrow," I whispered, my voice breaking.
"Yes," he replied, low and calm. Then his voice dropped into sin itself. "And prepare yourself. You'll get to suck my cock even with your parents nearby. I'll finger you rough until you're shaking."
The call ended.
I collapsed on my bed, kicking my legs in the air like a girl possessed. My face buried in the damp sheets I'd tried to hide earlier.
"I can't wait," I whispered into the fabric, shivering. "Oh God, I can't wait."