This is my first short story for Literotica so I hope you all enjoy. Especially you Sammy! Hope everyone likes it and look forward to feedback. All characters in this story are 18 or older! Have fun!!
Rhosyn
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"Sit down Robert..." the boy's young inexperienced mother pleaded with her toddler, as a little bead of sweat dripped from her well maintained hairline. "Behave like a good boy...you don't want a spanking do you?" Spanking? She was serious! My siblings and I had rarely been wrong and therefore never chastised. We did what was expected of us and the rest all sort of came with the territory.
Turning my nose up at the young woman, I rolled my Saturn blue eyes and puffed out my chest some. Such a waste of skin to have a beautiful young woman, tied down to things like children. She should have been learning the art of men, and that the closest thing to their heart is not a loving family or friends...It is the semblance of ones ego being boosted and built. You give them what they want and they give back. I had learned this early on, it being true with most everyone I knew. The church most definitely no exception. We were older now...my father had left in an attempt to find whatever he was looking for...but my mother kept to the same patterns. So every Saturday, my sister (a few years younger than me), mother and I would we would take that long hot drive to Sao Paulo, to have mass at the Cathedral. I couldn't remember a Saturday when we didn't do this. I had never met the Priest when my Father was around, and now that he wasn't we seemed to see this Father around more often than not. It started understandably enough, with him bringing over donations from the church when my Mothers father passed away (as though we needed donations ....seriously). I was old enough to take care of the things my mother normally took care of by this time.
He would come late though, or almost always mid afternoon when the sun was high, and my sister and I were tanning. It was almost if he timed it. It was hot in some sort of weird way. I noticed how he looked even through his holy eyes, how he looked at my family. It was only us three women, and my mother those days was always looking a little less than alert. This was my most alert time in my entire life however, and I watched him like a hawk when he was here, enough to make my mother ask "what the fuck was I looking at" when I stared at him in the parlor, sitting dripping wet still from the pool. I wasn't a little girl anymore, and that went without saying as the chocolate waves of curls that graced my perfect head, turning into ringlets every second the longer I waited. I could see the way the beads of crystal clear water glistened off my thighs, as my leg was crossed heavy at the hip, but slim and tight to the ankles. This summer had given me a new level of definition. I would be turning 19 this summer, and my body was celebrating every step of the way. My Brazilian blood was showing most definitely, making me a creamy mocha hue. I would rip my fingers through my hair and toss my head, letting him see the perfect swells of my breasts and tan lines, which weren't much only covering barely my brownish pink nipples. I didn't like much being in the pool, it was lying next to it, and catching a mist from the wind, that did it for me. Anyone who was anyone knew that, including Father James.
"Care for a dip in our pool Father James?" my voice had taken on a form of deep sensuality over the years. I was told I could make anything sound sexy when I spoke, and I found it to be rather true and useful as well. He held up his hand with a smile, quickly refusing the offer, which only made me laugh some, loosing interest rather quickly. I would gather my towel, sling it over my neck, stand in the stilettos I had acquired by the Cabana to answer his beckon call at the door earlier. And now he sat here like a sick virgin at his first make out party, just staring at me. I always waited with him until my mother came to his company. And it was times like these I can remember...I remember his eyes nearly raping my ass as I took off walking down the hall, the shoes tapping in tune with the swing of my full hips and pretty peach shaped ass. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and it felt so good.
And now we sat on this Saturday, he up on his podium of glory, casting looks into the front isle where my mother, sister and I sat, pretend eager little faces to hear what he had to say. It wasn't him speaking right now though, he was simply glaring, and enough that made me widen my eyes to let him know if he didn't stop glaring soon, he would have to give answers. I let him have his eye candy though for the most part. I dressed particularly mature for these days. A black dress, that dipped low in the back, and came up about mid thigh. It hugged my curves perfectly, and even with the sweat the tortured my face, I still seemed to attract an audience every time. Finally when he was up to speaking, his words seemed rushed, and his cheeks were flushed horribly. A drink of water was offered him, so that his voice could clear up while delivering. Licking my heart shaped lips; I couldn't hide a smirk that played over my face. It was like a cat and mouse game. Except for this cat never seemed to catch his mouse, not until today anyway.
Finally we walked down the aisle, a little weight off my shoulders, my mind thanking whatever God there might have been, that we could retire back to our house and hit the air conditioning and poolside. I walked with no conviction that my clothes were less than appropriate for church eyes, it didn't matter. Every husband's eyes were on me, every bitch wanted to be me, every son wanted to fuck me, and every wife was envious. This was the normal way of life. Living coveted. Father James had already made his way to the front of the cathedral to bid everyone a good day and god blessings. I couldn't wait for this time of the mass. It was my favorite. I would puff my chest so hard, you could see the buds of my nipples right through the lace bra that barely held them together. It was time for confession now. This had to be the highlight of the week; I'm sure his as well. I would wait like a good girl, sandwiched between my sister and mother. My mother's would be quick; she was never one for long drawn out confessions. She was doing too many dirty things to atone for much any of them. Then my sister I would push ahead, just to prolong the inevitable. My sister was quiet by nature, but always told him things like how she felt in school, and how she felt about our father leaving. Too much if you asked me, and had nothing to do with confessing shit. But who was I to judge?
Our confession area, was not a booth or small hut, but rather a small room, that donned two doors and oak wood partition built in between, with just enough window so he could hear all our dirty little sins. The room had a chair and desk that he would bless you at, before you departed. Everything was done like this for the wealthy, sadly to say. I had heard those of non-stature did their confessions before mass and never had rooms like this. I stepped in this early afternoon, wiping the sweat from my brow, before taking a seat in the plush oversized chair. I could hear his breathing shallow for a moment before he cleared his throat and tried to pretend he was a professional. "Father James?" I prodded him with a gentle tongue. "Is all well Father James?" pressing my red lips almost to the screen, I heard him clear his throat for one final time with a grunt before answering.
He opened with an awkward rehearsed typical prayer and then" Now let us bring into the light anything you want to give into Gods mercy" he didn't really want to ask that. He knew he didn't. Father James knew my confessions were always a little less than normal. And so I started.
"Father James...it is" I bit down on my bottom lip so that he could see the fatness in them, making his pants grow bigger by the bulge. "Is it bad if I lost my virginity in the backyard pool? It happened just last week..." I could hear the gasp in his voice as he tried everything not to break down and rip me right out by the hair, having his savage way with me. "I mean I begged at first...not to, but then once ..." I started in a whispered tone again, but he cut me off.
"It is wrong to have sex outside of marriage," was the best thing he could say. And for a moment it left me speechless. "Go on," just as I thought he wanted to hear more. I was the one to fill his ear with wicked ideas, enough to serve him for the week and make it until here...our next Saturday mass.
"It was with my best friend's brother....Devion," he knew how old we all were. That was how long the families in this church had been coming. There wasn't a birthday that went by that Father James didn't recognize. Our priest was one of the most handsome, desirable men I had ever seen. He was no stranger to being flirted with by so many of the lonely housewives in our elite circle, but what he wasn't used to was someone like me teasing and tempting him so mercilessly for the past year.. Though I swear he did ask for it sometime. "We did it in the pool, the pool house, my parent's room, my room." I lowered my head to the screen to get a glimpse of him and let out an exasperated breath. He was drowning in sweat, tugging at his collar to try and catch a breath. "Father James am I going to hell?" the question was innocent, and I was astonished when he didn't even bother to answer.
