Forgive me Father...

Indecent little secret huh? Well, let's see here...

Senior year of high school. A group of us known as the Chaplaincy Riff Raff - called so because we never wore our uniforms proper, we never went to class, and we were always in the throes of ultimate slacking - had taken control of the chaplain himself, and he always allowed us to use his office, as long as we didn't get busted by anyone in administration. ( He felt that we were in control of our own lives, and the choice whether or not to go to class was ultimately ours. Plus, he liked having us kids for company. He always tried to appear hipper than he was, and our conversations with him were completely out in space.)

This day, it's just myself, and Dok. He has a crush on me and I've never given him a second look. I always had my eye on his best friend.

Second period - the office should be empty. Father Miles is supposed to be giving a lecture in my OAC theology class, which I'm skipping (technically I'm repeating the class as I dropped out for a year - 18 feels so much older than 17 when you're the one left behind). Sitting in Miles' office, my feet up on his desk, Doc Martin's casually undone and my skirt blowing in the breeze from the fan, I'm reading a trashy romance novel. The ultimate picture of a teenage rebel. All I'm missing is a smoke.


Enter Dok, with his headphones on and a copy of Interview with a Vampire in his hands. He flops on the sofa, giving me a courteous nod. With both of us submerged in our books, we still steal glances at each other, pretending to examine the wall, or look at the clock whenever our eyes meet. His dark eyes caress me, and suddenly the breeze under my skirt isn't enough to stop the wet heat between my thighs. I slowly remove my school hoodie, tossing it to the side, and unbuttoning my blouse to expose my low cut tank. I could have meowed, I was feeling so sex kittin-ish.

As I look at my book it hits me, that while I feel this way, it's about Dok! That's not part of the plan at all. Then, I hear the door open again. Thinking that it's just one of the Riff Raff seeking refuge from another boring class, I stay put, breathing a sigh of relief. With another body in the room, maybe this sexual tension would fade. It's just biology anyway, right?

Instead I hear Miles' voice, along WITH the vice principal. I hit the lights and dive onto the sofa, my hand across Dok's mouth. I'm praying that they have no reason to enter the office, and lie as still as can be. He looks confused and I put my mouth right to his ear. "Miles is outside with Jenkins." His hair tickles my lips, and my breath is uneven. He nods briefly.


My body grows warm with the awareness as I feel his body under mine. His hard abs press against my softer ones, and my bare thigh rubs against his silky dress pants. I am fully aware that my tits are falling out of the scant tank top, and they're practically at his mouth. All I need to do is move my hand.....


I feel my fingers moisten, as Dok begins sucking on my digits one by one. And sure as can be, my fingers aren't the only things moist now. His hand, trapped between our bodies, begins to gather the material of my kilt and pull it up. I hesitate briefly, and then move slightly to allow it. Then, with my heart pounding in my chest, and my thighs slippery with anticipation, he moves the slight material of my thong, and begins to rub my clit with his thumb, the rest of his fingers journeying their way down to my slit.

He inserts one finger in me, gently, but firm. I close my eyes in ecstasy as he twists in and out of my wetness. A second finger joins, and the pummeling comes harder, and faster. His thumb is still working on my clit. I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning. Getting busted is not high on my to-do list. I clutched at his trench coat, my body going into spasms as I come again and again.

Right then and there, he gave me the best orgasm I'd ever had, and I gave up on his best friend. We never actually got together as a couple, but it was a while before we let anyone else skip class with us.


©2008

"Having sex is like playing bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand."