Yes, I had, three times in fact, with the first load going down her throat. Anyway, her spare panties demonstrated her practical side, which stood in contrast to her more impulsive instincts.
I wondered if I was still Father D’Amato or if I had gone back to being my usual self. As she got dressed, she said, “When you’re done here, let’s go somewhere and have something to eat.”
That was also like her: she was not shy about inviting herself on a date with me. On the first day I had met her, after our sexual acts in the theater, she had said, I’m feeling kind of hungry. Be a gentleman and invite me somewhere.
In the booth, she went on, “When you’re ready, meet me across the street in the park.”
“I’m almost done right now. Do me a favor, take a peek outside and see what’s going on out there.”
She cracked the door open and looked out. “There’s not a soul out there. It looks like we got away with it.” The last thing she did was retrieve her hat and put it back on her head. Now she looked like she did when I had met her earlier that day. Except I knew she had three of my cream pies in her, including the one she had swallowed.
She came over to me and kissed me again. Then she said, “Hey, sweetie, I’ll see you in the park in a few minutes, okay?”
“Remember to say those Hail Mary’s I assigned to you first. Well, not all of them at once, I’m sure, but go into the pews and do some of them to start with.”
Of course, she wasn’t going to do that and she found the idea funny. “Well, will my soul be clean when I do just those? Say, like a hundred of them? Does that include every sin I just did with you?”
“Yes, I guarantee it.”
“So you and God have a special deal worked out regarding me, Miranda Grossman? Let’s hope you have one fixed up for yourself, too.”
Before I could respond, she slipped out and closed the door behind her. For a moment, I could remember those old illustrations in the books the nuns had given us for our instructions. A perfect soul was represented by a glass bottle of milk, one with venial sins had block blotches in it, and one with at least one mortal sin was completely black.
If there was any truth in that religion, then mine must look like the last bottle.
Mandy’s Coda
I looked down at myself, and I saw that my pants were still down below my knees. After I pulled them back up, I looked around the booth and tried to imagine all the priests who had sat in there for the last seventy years and all they had heard from their parishioners during that time.
Probably Miranda and I were the first people ever to have intercourse in there, but who knows if any other misbehaving couples had ever banged in there and also gotten away with it?
After about ten minutes, I removed my unconvincing priest’s collar and left the place too. Outside, across the street, I easily spotted Mandy’s white hat as she sat on a bench in Devoe Park.
When I approached her, she said, “Father, you removed your collar. Going incognito, are you?”
I sat down and put my arm around her shoulders. “I’ve had enough of that whole Father D’Amato thing for the moment.”
After we kissed, she said, “But you played it so well. In fact, we should do it again soon. It was certainly a lot of fun.”
“You’re kidding me, right?” I actually was pretty sure she was serious.
“I never kid about such things. Mandy needs to go back to confess because that bout of sex has inspired her to masturbate even more intensely.” It was amusing to hear her refer to herself in the third person.
“What more could we do it there?”
“A lot of things. For example, Father D’Amato has not tasted her tangy pussy juices yet.” She added, “If you are supposed to renounce sin in Confession, why do you have to go back every month or so?”
“I guess the soul needs a tune-up by then.”
“A tune-up! It’s worse than owning a car.”
I decided to change the topic a bit. She had invited herself on a late lunch date with me, but it seemed my male duty to pick the venue. “Let’s take the bus up to one of those Irish pubs around Bainbridge Avenue, I mean, to get something to eat.”
“Have just one beer, however, I have further plans for you.”
Although I could already guess what she meant, I asked her, “And what would those be?”
“We’ll go back to your house and pick up your car. Then we’ll do some serious trysting in the back seat. Even in the daytime, I know you’ll find a place for us to go to.” She must have seen the expression on my face because she went on. “I know by then you’ll have plenty more stamina for banging me again.”
In a little while, we got up and crossed diagonally to the bus stop on the far side of Fordham. As I held her hand as we waiting there, I thought,Mandy, that was all pretty incredible. I almost said that, but instead I just smiled at her and she smiled back.
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There are guides to Confession online now, but they don’t seem to be officially sanctioned by the Church nor are they particularly informative about mortal versus venial sins.
I have a story about Vivian’s seduction of Paul which occurred earlier, but in the form it’s in now it would violate a lot of Lit’s age restrictions. (It has some of Vivian’s memories about being a a student at a Catholic high school.) Thus I am thus going to publish it on another site.
The story of his relationship with Nora three years earlier begins with My Summer with Nora Ch. 01.