My name is Victoria, and this is my story of how I fell into blessed blasphemy.
You see, I'm a nun. That's right bride of Christ. Now this all started about a year ago just shortly after my 24th birthday. I was the new nun at school, and being fresh from the convent, was ready to serve God's will. I had been introduced to the other nuns, priests, teachers, and the students. I had also been shown around the rectory and given a small room, just large enough for my bed and a small dresser. I did have a nice view of the school grounds, and a large, lovely oak just outside my wind that birds would sit in and sing their song.
So this was to be it ... the beginning of my long journey into the loving arms of our maker. It was heaven, for about three weeks, and then I was shown the true light.
I had just finished my evening's vocation and was preparing for bed. Slowly I had removed and folded my habit and as I was putting it into the dresser I caught a glimpse of myself in mirror on my dresser. I had long auburn hair that reached down my sleek pale back. It stopped just shy of the small of my back and my rounds buttocks. I turned to examine my self better in the mirror. Green eyes, perky champagne size breasts topped with pert pink nipples, slim stomach, and a well-trimmed vagina and long slender legs.
I had the kind of body that most desired. This I knew first hand, I wasn't all ways a nun you know. In my later years of high school I knew how to make a boys heart race, and it gave me joy to torture their puberty-crazed minds. I am still a virgin mind you, but I did a few things then that now make me blush. Well, thinking of the past started to get me wet so I removed my moistened panties and touched my quivering mound.
Ahhh, it had been so long since I'd done this. I sat on the edge of my bed facing the mirror and slowly began to rub my swelling clit with one had and tug at my tender little nipples with the other. I was indulging in a cardinal sin, I would just have to repent...later. My breathing heaved and my heart started to race. A small moan escaped my lips, despite my efforts to be silent in my sin. It was at that point that I saw a reflection and heard a small noise from the window at my back. I then suddenly realized that with were I was sitting on the edge of my bed my reflection in the mirror showed all that I was doing. I may have well been sitting with my legs spread to the window itself. I turned back quickly and caught the startled look on a face. Damien Sanchez.
Now Damien was a real nice boy so this was a bit of a shock to me. I quickly threw on a robe and made my way to the window. Damien stood there, frozen; I opened the window and got a better view. There he was standing just outside my window pants to his knees and a rather large member in his shaking hand.
P-p-please Sister Victoria, please don't tell Monsignor, he'll kick me off the team, he'll kick my out of school, he'll...
Shhh, I told the boy, it would seem that we've caught each other in sin. Come tomorrow after church, and we'll confess our transgressions on our knees before god. He'll forgive us. So the boy quickly pulled up his pants and hurried off.
I keep saying "boy" and that's rather unfair to Damien. Let me tell you a little about him. Damien is a 19-year-old senior at St.Christopher's Academy and he loves soccer, it is well known due to the many victories on the field he will have a full athletic scholarship. He practices and trains every day, and because of his dedication to his sport he has earned a very nice physique. Dark sunbathed skin wrapped over tight, cut muscles. Coal black hair that he would wear hanging over his eyes, which were the sharpest ice blue. He could easily have his pick of any Girl in his class, but preferred to focus on his training.
So the following day after mass had concluded Damien did exactly as I had instructed. I walked over and sat beside him in his pew.
At that time monsignor came from the back room of the alter, and spying the pair chuckled, "Look at that, my best nun and my best athlete, staying after church. I sure hope you two are aren't trying to earn brownie points, because it won't work." He chuckled some more and headed to the door. Approaching the door he spun around and said, " Sister, I'm heading to town for a few things. Would you mind locking up after you've finished."
" Yes monsignor", I replied. And with a sound of thanks and a heavy wood door shutting we were alone.
Damian, still shy about being caught, hadn't looked at me. "It's okay Damien, it's natural to be attracted to a female, that's nothing to be embarrassed over. Now we both made a mistake and we will just have to move on. Okay?"
