Chapter 7
The first time I put on the costume it was alien, it was strange, and it was oddly exciting. But over time I got used to it, even venturing into the city dressed as my alter ego, until I knew I was ready.
Strangely it never occurred to me to put on underwear. It was all the more sinful for my cock to rub against the loose cotton slacks. As often as not I walked about town half erect, almost ready for anything.
When I entered the church I knew that 'attitude' was called for. I looked the part, now I had to act it. Straightening the cossack in the darkened rear of the church I took a deep breath and crossed the threshold into the role I'd been given.
Exploring the church I found I was as alone as I'd often been when I sat it the shadows. A door far in the back opened, I felt the air pressure change, and I turned my head to see the outline of an old lady enter, cross herself then continue on to light a votive.
My hands began to shake but I found myself eagerly alert. I'd often seen the priest take a seat midway in the church and sit quietly with head bowed. Prayer no doubt (even a heathen could figure that out) I thought. So I did the same.
Again the pressure dropped and I heard an old lady say, "Thank you dear," to someone.
Click,click,click, it was She! I knew it. Louder and louder the sounds of her heels became, echoing in my head even as they echoed inside the cathedral. Then..silence.
With head still bowed I tried to focus my senses to find her. She found me! The hairs on my neck stood on end as she lightly brushed the nape of my neck. Blood rushed to my cock. I stiffened but did not change position even as I felt the gentle caress of her lips as she spoke to me. "Forgive me 'Father'."
Her hands were strong as she ran them through my hair; she pushed my head farther forward and kissed my neck. Her lips lingered, I felt her warm breath, then as if startled she released me. I turned to see her quick stepping away, shaking her head.
So was this all there was to be? Only the dying echos of her high heels? Had she scared herself off? And exactly what was I supposed to do with a hard pecker right here in River City?
Chapter 8
Weeks passed and our game grew slowly. Actually she did not appear the week after our first touch and I feared I would never see her again. In answer to my prayers once again I heard the sounds she made as she approached, taking a seat directly in front of me this time. With head still bowed I listened to the fabric of her coat slide across the wood. When I was certain we were alone I raised my head to find her in 'prayer' only inches from me. I reached out and placed my hand firmly on her shoulder, she stiffened but did not otherwise move.
Almost a whisper but with clear voice I asked her, "My child do you need to take confession?" (I'd seen the 'Exorcist' one too many times)
"Yes," came her nervous reply. Her chin dropped noticeably.
With blood pounding in my ears I stood up. Placing both hands on her shoulders I remained,feeling her tension and allowing her to experience some of my excitement. A squeeze and I released her so as to enter one of the many hallways in the church.
Many weeks prior I had watched one priest or the other enter this hallway and I had explored its' secret. I knew I would find an almost invisible door and that I could sit comfortably and wait for her to enter and take up residence on the other side of the curtain.
Chapter 9
"Forgive me Father for I have sinned. I have had impure thoughts...many impure thoughts." Her voice trailed off to a quiet whisper until there was only silence. Minutes passed and I waited.
"Go on," I heard the sound of my own voice telling her. But she did not reply. Instead I imagined I could hear her stand and open her coat.
"Look at me", She commanded. Just as I thought, she had lost her marbles completely! How could I look at her?
Staring at the curtain I perceived, more then saw, a flicker of light. With that lightening bolt I received understanding. A pinhole! A peephole in the curtain, no larger then a pin prick but it was more than big enough. Yes indeed big enough.
A new world opened there before my squinting eye. I could see her, not well, but I could see her. She was standing; coat opened wide and was beginning to unbutton her blouse! One by one the buttons became undone, exposing first her throat, and the golden crucifix she wore around her neck. When she finished, a quick tug pulled her blouse up and out of her skirt. The smile on her face grew wide as she opened her blouse for me gaze upon the sheer nylon bra she wore. With practiced movement her hands reached behind her back forcing her chest towards me. Her fingers deftly released the clasp and hesitated. Waiting....waiting ......then she opened her bra and unloosed her tits.
I sat on my small, uncomfortable seat, stunned. My pants began to bulge, as my cock further inflated.
What happened next took me totally by surprise. Her smile disappeared and she turned, closing the coat in one practiced movement. Before I could say a word in protest she had gone.
Each reverberation of her heels caused my cock to pulse. I knew I would find a sticky stain later at home.
Chapter 10
Winter weeks continued to pass and outside it grew colder but inside the small room I had become so accustomed to it was warm. Also I had acquired a new habit (no, I was not a cross dressing nun) just before I entered the hall to the secret entrance I would turn and face her as she sat by herself. We would not look each other in the eye but we did acknowledge what was to come. Often I would see her looking directly and with unabashed desire at my crotch. At these times I stood for some minutes basking in the attention, my prick growing under her gaze. Eagerly I would turn and take up my post.
"Forgive me Father for I have sinned. I have had impure thoughts...many impure thoughts."
"Go on my child." Our opening salvo now always the same.
"Father I have a friend who writes to me. I mean to say he writes me stories. And,sometimes, he sends pictures."
"What kind of stories?" I could only guess at the pictures this wanker would send.
"Dirty stories Father. Stories that are impure. Stories about what he wants to do to me or what he wants me to do to him."
I placed my ear closer to the curtain because she started to talk in a hushed tone, one deep from within her throat. "Tell me what He wants."
