“Yes. I would love that.”
“Good, then be patient. It’s worth the wait.”
Suddenly, the familiar squeak of the classroom door made us freeze in terror.
“Father Garrett, are you in here?” Mother Ester called.
“Shit, she’s early,” he whispered.
“You were meeting Mother Ester here and didn’t tell me?” I whispered in horror.
“I’m going to greet her and get the meeting over with. Stay quiet. Sneak out after we leave,” he whispered.
He quickly zipped up his pants and made himself presentable. Then he grabbed a box of staples off the shelf. He gave me a quick kiss on the mouth before exiting the closet and greeting Mother Ester. I cursed under my breath and sat on the floor to wait. I had my backpack, purse, and phone with me, so I had entertainment, but what I really wanted was an orgasm from Father Garrett. He had left me wet and aching. I curiously slid my fingers into my underwear and played with the slippery mess. I chewed my lip as I carefully slid my finger inside my swollen warmth. It didn’t hurt after Father Garrett fingered me in his office.
“Wow,” I breathed as I gently played with myself.
I was tempted to see if I could make myself orgasm, but the fear of being heard by Mother Ester convinced me to stop. Besides, I wanted Father Garrett to do it. His touch felt a hundred times better. I smiled in disbelief at myself after that thought. I had become a completely different young woman in less than a month. I was ready to challenge every social and religious rule that left me feeling sad and alone. Father Garrett said our intimate relationship was a sin, but that made no sense to me. We were enjoying each other’s attention and pleasure. We weren’t hurting anyone or ourselves. We were breaking conduct rules, not the law. I was ten years younger than Father Garrett, but I was still a consenting adult. Our fear stemmed from how others would judge us if they found out. My mind and body were finally awake, and I planned to enjoy Father Garrett while I had him.
To be continued…