Beth stood up from her prayers and moved gracefully to the bed in the sparsely furnished room. The room was one of many in the north wing which housed the convent accommodation. Beth was dressed in a long, simple, white cotton nightgown. She laid down and stretched out in the bed. Her hand reached to feel the cool crisp sheets in the empty bed beside her.
"Well this was her lot in life," sighed the novice nun, no company for you.
With that thought she reached over and turned off the lamp beside the bed. She lay in the dark and closed her eyes and her mind drifted. Her thoughts consistently returned to the man she had encountered, on numerous occasions. Not of her faith and known to her, now, as Nebru, the monk had always made a deep and lasting impression on her. There was something about the way he still looked at her that reached deep into her soul.
Nebru hadn't always been a monk, just as Beth hadn't always lived in a convent. The thought of their shared past haunted her at times like this. He had been her lover, sensitive, caring and passionate her body had thrilled to his touch. She had looked forward to the stolen hours they had spent together, unable to show their relationship publicly, they had met in private and had both longed for more time in each others company.
Beth's mind wandered as she thought about Nebru, he had the most beautiful sexy voice, and a body made for cuddling. She had always thought of him as her handsome prince, especially when he gave her those looks that made her feel special and appreciated. She knew she was still deeply attracted to him and created many opportunities to be in his presence.
Beth enjoyed his company, just being with him, whether deep in conversation or a companionable quietness. Beth was aware of Nebru's routine and often felt his presence, late at night and early in the morning. As if they had a bond that transcended time and place.
"Well, these days with that could be a concern," she thought as she drifted into a deep sleep.
About 12 o'clock, Beth's mind started to fumble through the fog of sleep, her fingers again stretched to the edge of her bed. Instead of the cool crisp sheets, they encountered the warmth of another body. Slowly, tentatively her fingers ran up the side of a bare hip, the skin soft and warm. She moved her hand towards the stomach and felt hairs curling on her fingertips. Startled she withdrew her hand and held her breath. She drifted in that land of neither sleep nor wakefulness.
Carefully she rolled onto her side and stretched out her right hand. This time her brain sought to urge her on. Her hand reached for the stomach she had touched, and she slowly slid her hand down, as she did, she gasped, as it met the base of a fully erect dick. She lay still without moving as a flush of warmth started in the pit of her stomach and slowly spread between her legs. Her hand was still holding the swollen dick, whilst her own body seemed to belong to someone else.