Bad Habits: A Dark Anthology - Yolanda Olson Page 0,70
hormonal teenager who has just discovered her sexuality rather than a twenty-two year old nun who has been suppressing it for most of her life. Sometimes I question my commitment to this life, but even if I don’t uphold every aspect of the code we choose to live by, my faith is strong. Maybe that’s why Mother Bitch hasn’t gotten rid of me, yet.
I’ve begun watching Faith more closely, even talking to her a little when we’re in the room together. She’s not very responsive, though, and is often sharp and standoffish with me when it’s just the two of us. I’m sure she’s already tiring of me, but inexplicably, although I hate that I have to share quarters with her, I’ve grown accustomed to her and am beginning to like the innocent young nun. I miss the solitude and freedom I once had, but her company is still welcome. Despite sharing our sleeping quarters, I’ve managed to keep some of my secrets from her, and it gives me a thrill to know she’s in the dark about my sinful little habits and luxuries.
It’s mesmerizing to watch Faith go about her daily duties with such care and grace. Working in the bakehouse, I catch myself staring at her hands as she kneads the dough with her delicate fingers, and I’m salivating by the time the loaves are baking. I’m certain it isn’t just the bread and ovens getting me hot and bothered, so much so, that I feel the need to slip away and return to our room. I still have chores to complete, but they’ll have to wait because there’s no way I’ll be able to concentrate while I’m slick with arousal and my pussy is aching for attention.
I rush into our room, and closing the door behind me, I go to sit in my chair. If I lie down, I might fall asleep after, and then I’ll be in trouble. It’s bad enough I’ve abandoned my duties for a self-indulgent break, but I mustn’t fail to return and complete them. I ruck my habit up around my waist and shove my underwear down my thighs to my knees. I don’t have time to tease myself toward release. Besides, with the way I’m feeling, fast and urgent is exactly what I need.
I brush my fingers against my throbbing clit before delving them into the wetness coating the lips of my pussy. I let out a moan as I push my fingers in farther while continuously pumping them in a heavenly rhythm, I start to rub my clit with my other hand. I pant as I draw closer to my release, spurred on by a mental image of Faith using her skillful fingers to draw this orgasm from me.
Sin is rife within my body; it seeps out from my pussy and soaks my hand. I’m consumed with a desperate need, aching with desire as I furiously rub my clit to the face of the innocent little nun. Feeling the climax build, I close my eyes as the orgasm hits me like a tidal wave surging through my body.
“Faith!” Her name escapes from my lips in a whimpering cry as I shudder through the aftershocks.
I open my eyes to see a horrified Faith standing in our room with her mouth wide open in shock. Her eyes are locked onto my pussy, where the fingers of my one hand are still buried deep inside me while the fingers of the other are pressed firmly against my clit. Cheeks heating, I quickly pull my underwear up and drop my habit back into place. Faith remains frozen in the same place, watching in stunned silence.
Once I’m covered up, she turns to open the door, and I launch myself across the room and slam my body against it, stopping her from leaving. I need to keep her from going to Mother Bitch. If she tells, then I’m done for. There’s no way I can talk myself out of this predicament.
“Please don’t tell anyone,” I beg, my heart pounding in my chest as I scan her face to gauge her reaction beyond the initial shock.
Faith continues to stare at me like she can’t believe her eyes. I’m sure it was the last thing she expected to catch me doing when she walked in here. In my urgency, I missed her entering the room. I have no idea how long she’s been there watching me, but she must have heard me moan her name when I came.