Sister Maria didn't know what to do. She had been dusting in Father Thomas' study when she bumped into his desk and knocked something to the floor. Bending down to retrieve it, she saw that it was some sort of journal which had fallen open at the most recent entry. Seeing her name written in it, she smiled to herself, pleased that perhaps Father Thomas had noticed how diligently she cleaned his rooms. Not that she would allow herself to feel any pride in her own actions as that would be a sin, but it felt good that her extra efforts had been noticed. Looking around, needlessly, to ensure she was alone, she thought she might read the part of the page that mentioned her. What she read, however, shocked her to her very core.
"Saw Sister Maria in church again this morning. She looks so innocent in her white habit but I'm sure underneath that thick cloth there is a body made for sin. I watched her soft lips moving in prayer and could not stop imagining them wrapped around my hard cock."
The poor nun almost threw the journal back down on the desk as if even to touch it would be a mortal sin. She ran from the priest's room and somehow managed to stagger back to her own cell. She had first come to the convent-school as a young girl of twelve and, when her schooling had finished, it was the most natural thing for her to don the white habit and veil of a novice. Now, only eighteen months later, she was preparing to take her final vows and, even though she was now almost twenty, she retained the innocence and naivety of the virginal schoolgirl.
She knew what a cock was but she had never thought of Father Thomas in that way; she had never thought of any man that way. She had no experience of men or boys, having grown up in an all-girls school, surrounded by nice Catholic girls like herself and, of course, the holy Sisters.
To think of Father Thomas as a man rather than as a priest was almost beyond her. To imagine him putting his penis into her mouth was just incomprehensible. Why would he want to do that? She didn't know if she was more shocked by that thought or by the idea that any man would want to do that.
Deciding the only way to deal with this problem was by praying, she decided to spend the rest of the day in church. She had finished her duties for the day and now she would seek the guidance of her Lord. Surely he would answer her prayers.
By the time she climbed wearily into bed that night, however, she was no further forward. She had no idea of how to deal with this problem and she could not get the image of kneeling before Father Thomas as he forced himself into her mouth. Even worse, as she undressed for bed, her underwear felt sticky and even a little moist as she peeled her knickers off. Surely she hadn't wet herself? She hadn't done that since she was a baby but the evidence lay on the floor before her. Deciding that dealing with that was one problem too many, she buried herself under the covers and tried to go to sleep.
Her sleep was restless, however, filled with unsettling dreams. As the bell rang at five o'clock, she jumped out of bed and fell to her knees, starting the day with the same prayer that she had said for the last eight years. Even as she slowly made her way to church she pondered on what it all meant and it was only when the bell rang to signal the start of Mass that she realised that she was about to come face to face with Father Thomas once again.
He entered the church and all the Sisters rose to their feet as one, lifting their hymn books and raising their voices to praise God. For once, however, Sister Maria's mind could not concentrate on the words and she felt her eyes straying towards the man she had only ever thought of as one of God's messengers.
He was new to working in the convent, having only arrived about a month ago. Old Father Benedict had finally retired after nearly sixty years of seeing to the needs of the Sisters.
"We finally wore him out," Mother Superior had laughed.
Father Thomas was very different. Maria guessed that he was probably about mid forties and obviously very fit. Tall and dark, she had never thought of him in terms of being handsome but, looking at him now from beneath her veil, she could see that women would undoubtedly find him so.
She struggled to maintain her composure throughout Mass but when it came to Holy Communion time she knew that she would have to steel herself to approach him. As she knelt before him at the foot of the altar, an image of her kneeling at her feet as he fed her his cock flashed through her mind. She physically had to shake her head to banish the wicked thought and only just managed to succeed moments before he stood in front of her.
"The body of Christ," he said, as he had said thousands of times before.
She forced herself to raise her head, open her mouth and slowly stick out her tongue to receive the blessed Host. As she did so his finger brushed against her wet tongue and she almost fainted in shock at the surge of electricity that seemed to run straight through her body. She somehow managed to make it back to her place in the pew and knelt down, her body trembling as she tried to reconcile her vocation with these new feelings that were taking over her.
As the day went on and she busied herself with her chores and her prayers, she managed to put all these thoughts out of her head. Soon, however, she knew she would have to go back to his study to clean once more. As she approached the heavy wooden door, she hesitated before summoning up the courage to knock timidly. There was no answer, as she had anticipated, but opening the door still filled her with the utmost dread.
She had come to the conclusion that she must have made a mistake and the only way for her to correct it was to open the journal again and read what it said. It sat on the top of the large wooden desk, right in the middle of the leather top, as if he had only just finished writing in it. Once again she saw her name but this time the sight of it only filled her with terror.
