Hannah made the sign of the cross and said," Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been three months since my last confession. These are my sins: I have lied to my teacher. I use filthy language. I have missed mass. I committed f-fornication a lot of times in these months. I am sorry, I just cannot stop having sex, Father. It feels so good. Oh, I shouldn't... I am so sorry for these and all sins of my past life. That is all, Father." And with that Hannah quickly exited the confession room.
Father Daniel waited a few more moments for anymore people wanting to confess. Seeing that there are no more, he too got out of the room. The girl who has just confessed that she has committed fornication troubled him, not because she has committed it, but because she said that it made her never want to stop. As an orphan, Daniel was raised strictly by the Church. He was never taught sex education. The first time he saw a woman's bare body was when he was still an apprentice of about eighteen years old with the priest who became the father figure to him.
"Vile and dirty," his father figure had said to him while shaking his head, "Vile and dirty, disgracing God's creation. You should shield your eyes and mind from the works and influences of Satan, Daniel."
Since then, Daniel never dare look or even imagine a woman. He never had felt the pleasure of an orgasm and the bliss after. Although Daniel had an erection a couple of times, but then he will recite verses to will it away, just as the seniors of the Church instructed him about the worldly needs.
"Father." Daniel instantly recognised that the voice belongs to the girl who just confessed to him a short while ago. "My child," he began, "is there something that bothers you?"
"Father, I just want to thank you for," Hannah pondered a bit, "forgiving me."
"It was not I who forgives you, because it is not I who you did wrong to. God is the one who forgave you for everything," Daniel answered, trying his best not to rack his eyes over the lady's body. Hannah wore a white shirt that accents her voluptuous curves, a simple pink pleated skirt and sandals. Daniel felt his mouth went dry, but his mind quickly conjured up some verses for his to memorise internally.
"Father?"
"What?" Daniel snapped back to reality.
"Are you alright?" Hannah smiled coyly, "you seem to be blushing a lot."
"Oh, it's nothing, just hot that's all," Daniel replied.
"Do you have some time? May we sit down and talk?"
"Yes, that will be very nice," the priest said, "May I ask what is your name?"
"Hannah, you must be Daniel, am I right?" She answered, "A lot of people talk about you."
Daniel chuckled softly. The priest was well loved by nearly everyone in the church. He was humble, young, creative, eloquent and intelligent. Not to mention that he was extremely good looking with his brown hair, blue eyes and chiseled features.
