In the latter part of 1982, I was living in St. Petersburg, Florida. After recently being honorably discharged from the United States Army, I was battling some minor mental health demons. Call it fate if you will, but I ended up meeting a young novitiate Catholic nun named Susannah.
Sister Susannah was watering plants in a small garden at a church courtyard that I was walking near. Our eyes met, and she began a conversation with me which I assumed was her being kind to a stranger. I'm not sure why, but after she was done with her niceties, I opened up to her, giving her a brief three-minute history of my fucked up life. maybe it was because of her demeanor or possibly that I knew she was a nun.
Sister Susannah immediately showed genuine concern and offered for me to make an appointment with her to discuss things further. I did so with mixed intentions. First and foremost, I knew that I certainly could use some guidance in regard to wherever my journey might take me next. The trump card was possibly over the fact that she was young, had puppy dog eyes, and a genuine smile that would make any heart melt. She also exuded pure innocence which left me in awe. I'm not sure what she had underneath her very bland outfit but the thought did cross my mind about having sex with her.
Over the next two weeks, I met with Sister Susannah several times. We discussed many topics including my obsession with sex. When that specific topic was discussed, I could tell that she was very uncomfortable, but she did her best to limp through it.
After much self-deliberation, I decided to ghost my next appointment with the Sister.
Almost immediately, I found a voicemail on my answering machine from her. After playing it, I deleted and ignored it. At this point, all I wanted to do was fuck Sister Susannah. I knew that was impossible, so I took my frustrations out on my cock by pleasuring myself with images of her in my head.
Over the next few days, I had several more messages left on my answering machine. Ignoring and deleting all of them was kind of pointless because she ended up showing up at my condo.
After doing some laps in the pool, I was sitting out on my eighth-floor balcony overlooking the intercoastal waterway. I was on my second bourbon over ice when I heard my doorbell ring. I was wearing nothing but a swimsuit and went to answer the door.
I don't know if I was more surprised to see her standing there, or if she was more surprised seeing me in nothing but a swimsuit with a drink in my hand. Either way, I invited her inside which she cautiously accepted.
I'm not sure why but it was at this point that I realized how tiny she was. I was at least a foot taller than her and I was 6'2".
Sister Susannah had a concerned look in those puppy dog eyes and said that she just wanted to check on me.
I invited her to sit down on the couch. Once she was comfortable, I sat down in a chair facing the couch and opened up to her. I confessed that I did not see our counseling sessions going anywhere because now, I physically wanted her. She immediately looked away from me and blushed.
I admitted that I knew it was wrong, but that I could not help myself because I found her extremely attractive and almost mysterious in a way. (Maybe it was the taboo idea of her being a nun)
We ended up talking for almost 3 hours that afternoon. She politely excused herself and said that if I was not willing to come to the church, she would be more than glad to come back for another session sometime soon. Five minutes didn't even pass after she left before I was sitting on my couch, masturbating, thinking of her.
Three days later, our next "session" was about to take place. I invited her in, and she immediately sat down on the couch. Almost jokingly, I offered her a glass of wine and was a little shocked when she accepted it.
I made myself a bourbon and sat down on the couch beside her. I could tell she was a little bit uncomfortable, but that did not matter to me. After she asked what I would like to talk about, I looked her in the eyes and said, " I would like to talk to you about my urge to have sex with you."
Sister Susannah blushed and looked down at her wine glass, taking another quick sip. She seemed so vulnerable to me at this time, and I wanted to take advantage of that.
For over an hour, I confessed about many of my sexual exploits. I witnessed Sister Susannah squirming in her seat as I talked about getting blow jobs, eating pussy, and fucking women, including married women, all without any emotional attachments.
My counselor was on her third glass of wine when I began to talk about my feelings in regards to her. I made it known that since meeting her, I have pleasured myself while thinking of her. I told her that they were some of the best orgasms I had ever had.
From her body language, I sensed that she was emotionally defenseless at this point, so I figured that was my chance.
I slowly leaned towards her. With fear in her eyes, she looked at my face, and I kissed her on the lips.
Probably because of the wine in her system, she was a little slow to react, but quickly jerked her head back when she realized what had taken place. Very quietly, I said, "It's going to be OK. It is all very natural. Please just go with the flow."
Her eyes began to well up with tears, and I kissed her again. This time, she parted her lips, and our tongues began to swirl in each other's mouths. I sensed that she was becoming more relaxed so I reached my left hand over and placed it on her abdomen. The Catholic nun on my couch then responded to my touch by turning more towards me, and putting her hand behind my head as she kissed me more passionately. there was an aura present, and it was almost like I could feel her innocence diminishing.
My left hand began to unbutton the white blouse she was wearing. Once all of the buttons were unlatched, I placed my hand back on her abdomen, which was now bare. This resulted in her making a deep sigh.
We continued to kiss.
I don't know how much time passed, but my hand began moving up to her bra. For a few seconds, I massaged her right breast through her bra, which she appeared to accept because she did not push me away.
Susannah's breathing began to intensify as I reached behind her with both of my hands and undid the clasp on her bra, allowing it to fall off onto her lap.
We kissed for another minute or so, and then I pulled away to look at her bare breasts. They were exactly what I was expecting. At the time, I guessed they were about a 34-C topped by very large, puffy nipples. I began kissing her breasts one by one and followed that up by kissing and sucking on her nipples. She kept her eyes closed and quietly moaned.
It was at this point that I took her hand and placed it on my gym shorts. When she felt my erection, she pulled her hand away, but I quickly placed it back on my shorts.
I then placed my finger under her chin, lifting it while I looked into her eyes.
"Is there any way I can convince you to kiss me down there?", I asked.
Immediately, Sister Susannah shook her head, no and said, "I just can't."
I quickly responded with my version of puppy dog eyes, "Will you please just give it a try?"