“I can figure it out.”
Suddenly, the overhead light blinked on, startling Father Garrett away from me. He stepped back and looked around the closet. I think he half expected to find someone in there with us. He met my eyes a second later. Our faces and necks were red with blush.
“Do you… have service on your phone now?” I stammered.
He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it.
“Yes, and WiFi. I’ll call for help.”
I quickly shoved the contraceptive ring in my pocket as Father Garrett called Father Douglas. He didn’t answer, so he called Sister Tonya. She informed us that Father Douglas had suffered a stroke two hours earlier and was at the hospital.
“Thank you, Sister Tonya. I hate to bother you in the middle of a crisis, but could you contact maintenance and send them up to the library’s second landing to rescue me from a closet? Thanks. I’ll leave for the hospital as soon as I can.”
He ended the call and nervously looked at me. A lot had changed between us in three hours.
“Are you okay? Do we need to talk about anything?” he asked.
“I’m okay,” I nodded, then I smiled. “When can we make love?”
He stared at me in amazement for a moment, then he smiled too.
“Next Sunday should be safe if you put the ring in tonight.”
“Okay. Then that’s my homework,” I grinned.
Without another word, Father Garrett stepped forward and kissed me. His arms went around me, crushing me against his chest. I groaned as his tongue slid into my mouth and caressed mine. He tasted as good as he smelled. It was new and enthralling. We were both panting when we finally drew apart. He gulped as he searched my eyes. He almost looked frightened.
“It’s okay, Garrett. I don’t think the world is falling apart yet,” I whispered.
I ran my fingers into his soft hair and smelled his breath. I loved having him close.
“Even if it did, that was worth it,” he whispered.
He closed his eyes and smiled as I played with his hair, combing it back just to feel the silky strands between my fingers. A loud rap on the door scared us half to death a minute later.
“Maintenance! Anyone there?”
Chapter 11: A Helping Hand
Father Garrett and I were freed from the closet by supper time. It took a crowbar to get the door open. We immediately resumed our roles as teacher and student. Father Garrett bid me farewell and headed to the hospital to check on Father Douglas. I headed to the cafeteria to eat supper with Candice, Trinity, and Noah. The girls questioned me about my mysterious disappearance before Father Douglas collapsed. I told them I had parted ways with Father Garrett to search for a flashlight in the science building next door. When I finally returned to the library, everyone was gone. So, I took a nap on a couch at the back of the library until the lights came back on. They seemed satisfied with that answer and changed the subject.
Later that night, I went back to my private dorm room to do my homework. I pulled the contraceptive ring out of my pocket and read the instructions on the packet. It seemed straightforward, but I had never tried to shove anything inside myself before, no fingers or tampons. I wasn’t completely innocent when it came to playing with myself, though. The little sensitive bulb under my mound was nice to touch. I planned to massage it and think about kissing Father Garrett before I attempted anything with the ring. I dropped the packet on my nightstand and stripped before snuggling under my blanket for the night. I touched myself as I thought about Father Garrett, pulling me close and kissing me in the closet.
The skin between my legs would swell and grow wet as I aroused myself. I explored it with my fingertips, gently parting my outer lips, trying to find where the ring was supposed to go. The hole felt too small, and it hurt when I pushed on it, but I was determined to accomplish my goal. I took a deep breath and pushed my finger into myself, and I instantly regretted it. Something gave way, and it hurt. It was a complete turn-off. I grumbled and went to the bathroom to see what I had done. I used my vanity mirror to explore between my legs. My opening was swollen and a little red. I splashed some cold water on myself and used some healing ointment on the sore part. It helped with the discomfort, but I couldn’t bring myself to try anything else that night.
My stomach was fluttering as I reported to Father Garrett’s office early Monday morning to let him know I had failed my homework assignment. He was drinking coffee and grading papers at his desk when I entered. His long robe was hanging on the back of his chair. I made sure the door was closed before I announced, “Good morning, handsome.”
“Oh, good morning, beautiful,” he smiled and quickly walked around his desk.
I thought he would hug me, but he passed me on his way to the office door. He locked it, made sure it wouldn’t open, then he turned and pulled me into his arms. He ran his fingers into my hair and kissed me like he loved me. I didn’t know how else to describe it. He cradled my head as he explored my mouth. He tasted my lips like they were something to be savored. Then he gently played his tongue against mine, encouraging me to do the same. It was thrilling and arousing. I moaned and melted against him, enjoying the vanilla coffee flavor on his mouth. We eventually stopped kissing to catch our breath.
“Wow, I could get used to this,” I whispered.
He smiled and leaned his forehead against mine.
“You’re welcome to as many kisses as you want.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“Me too. Did you have success with your homework last night?”
I let out a nervous sigh and shook my head. I was almost too embarrassed to talk about it.
“Uh oh, what happened? Did it hurt?”
“Yes, a lot. I don’t know what I did wrong.”
“Probably nothing. You’ve never explored yourself before. It’s more likely to hurt because of that. Do you… want me to help put it in?”
I gulped and nodded.
“Can you um… do it in a way that doesn’t hurt or hurts less?”
“I can try. I’ll be gentle and arouse you first. If it’s still too painful, I’ll back off, and we can try again tomorrow. We don’t have to rush. I want you to enjoy it.”
“Thank you,” I smiled and kissed him again.
He returned my kiss as he ran his hands down my sides and over my hips, gently exploring my curves, then I felt him slowly pulling my skirt up off my thighs. My heart doubled its pounding as the man I admired touched me like a lover. Before I realized it, his hand slid into the front of my underwear. I gasped when he pressed his fingertips against my sensitive bulb and gently swirled it. I leaned against him and shuddered as he massaged me.
“Oh my God,” I whispered as I concentrated on his touch.
It felt a million times better than my own fingers. He slowly increased the pressure, and my whole body twitched with tingles.
“Too intense?” he grinned.
“No, I love it.”
I chewed my lip and sank my fingernails into his arms to keep myself steady. I was losing control of my body as he worked more pleasure between my legs. My knees were shaking, my heart was pounding, and I felt my muscles starting to tense. The pleasure rushed to a peak a few seconds later. I let out a short cry before Father Garrett muffled it with a kiss. I groaned against his mouth as pleasure racked my body, tightening my muscles and making me shake. At the height of the ecstasy, he pushed his middle finger into me. I gasped in pain for an instant, then my eyes rolled back as he stroked deep into my slippery tunnel. The sensation was maddening. I groaned and twitched as he stroked my tight inlet, spreading my lips apart a little more every time.