Father Patrick was always a man of God. Devoting himself to his lord and savior, never allowing himself to stray from the path or indulge in temptation. That is until his church had a newcomer. He'd never lusted after a woman like this before, never once even thought about sex after he took his vows, and never has so much as touched himself. But this girl was something else. She was slender, her blonde hair falling to her waist in neat clean curls, her teeth were white and straight, her skin naturally tanned from the sun, and her eyes a sparkling blue. She always wore cute little sundresses to Sunday service, her makeup light and natural, but always enhanced her already stunning features. He'd find himself back in his empty, lonely apartment, palming at a hard cock as he thought about what her body looked like naked and prone. He added several hail mary's to his crucifix later that night after reaching completion in the shower for the first time in ten years.
Father Patrick was nearing 35 years of age, he'd lost the athletic body he'd had in high school in college, now replaced by a flabby belly, and a receding hairline. But it didn't matter, since he was a devote man of god, who didn't sway for females, and they didn't sway for him. He knew that his new church patron was no exception, she barely spared him a glance except during Sunday service, when those icy blue eyes bore into him as he shared his sermon for the day. On a particularly hot day when the air conditioning was blasting he'd even get to see her nipples harden under those flimsy little sundresses. He'd made sure to crank the air every Sunday since the first time he'd seen them.
It was six months into his lustful thoughts and actions when the beautiful girl approached. Despite being tall, her eye line barely reached the tip of his nose. She smiled, and reached out a hand.
"Father Patrick," she'd said as he took her hand, trying not to seem too eager. "It's so nice to finally meet you. My name is Maddison Jacobs. I've been coming to your Sunday services for a few months now, and I'm really enjoying them." He gave her hand an extra squeeze before releasing her.
"Nice to meet you, Maddison," he said. "Thank you for joining us." He gave his head a slight bow. She smiled again, a faint blush gracing her cheeks before walking off. He spared her ass a single glance before greeting the next patron.
It was another two weeks before they spoke again. He was doing a confessional session, a small line waiting for their turns. He was extensively bored, wishing this hadn't been part of the job. Most things people confessed to was being mean to service workers, or road-rage. He waited a couple of beats for his last patron, the door on the other side of the screen opened and closed softly, the patron getting comfortable. Then he slid open the screen.
"Forgive me father for I have sinned," said a familiar voice. "It's been two years since my last confession."
"May the Lord be in your heart and confess your sins with true sorrow...But what took you so long, my child?" he asked.
"My life can be hectic," the woman said. "And I-I was scared."
"There is nothing to fear, tell me what is on your heart," he replied.
"Um," she said softly. "I've been having lustful thoughts about someone that I cannot have." He froze.
"Go on."
"There is a man that I know is off limits," she said. "But he plagues my dreams and my thoughts. Though I've seen him look at me."
"Have you acted on those sinful thoughts in a personal manner?" he asked, his cock already hardening as Maddison continued speaking.
"Y-yes," she confessed. "I've masturbated thinking of him...it's just something about him being off limits really turns me on." He rubbed at the bulge in his pants, resisting the urge to groan.
"S-say five hail mary's for penance," he said. He could see her through the screen, her face turned towards him.
"Thank you father," she said gently and got up, leaving the confessional box. He wanted so badly to go out there and take her, but the door opened and shut and the next patron entered the box. It would have to wait.
After her confession, Maddison seemed more shy. She didn't look at him the way she used to, and she'd sit near the back of the church rather than up front like she used to. But she kept wearing those sun dresses. He wanted her even more now if that had been possible. Knowing she was writhing in her bed, a hand between her legs, thinking of him was almost an unbearable thought. After a couple of weeks she finally approached him again, shaking his hand with a shy smile. He gave her hand a squeeze, glancing down at her glossy red lips. He pictured those lips around his cock too many times to count.
"May the Lord be with you," he murmured to her as they shook hands.
"And also with you," she replied before retracting her hand, leaving something in his palm before walking away. He slid the piece of paper into his pocket before anyone noticed and continued greeting the members of his congregation.
Later in his office he took out the note with trembling hands, unfolding it carefully and reading the cute script she'd scrawled across a torn bit of her weekly church pamphlet.
It simply said: "I have a confession". His heart pounded, was that it? That couldn't be it. She wanted him, she masturbated to thoughts of him. And that was all she wrote? After thinking for several seconds he decided it must mean that she was coming back for another confession. He put on his robes and walked back out into the sanctuary where a small line of people waited to confess their sins, Maddison sitting at the end of the line. She met his gaze and smiled.
