1942, Brazil
Sister Beatriz looked out to the hills as she often did these days. It was high enough she could see sky. She wondered if God was really there at this moment. These days, with Vargas as well as all that was happening with Europe, America, and Japan, she often wondered about it a lot. As an ordained nun, she was supposed to be faithful to the end. If any nasty characters did anything to her, she might be a saint some day. That is, if everyone else survived...
These were the kinds of thoughts she had been having since she moved into the convent last year. As she walked back, she was reminded of another reason she had been conflicted. There were about fifteen or twenty nuns in the convent with her. Some older, some younger- Beatriz was still youngest, though. Of course they were supposed to remain chaste and prudish. But Beatriz found it hard, in the showers, in the bedrooms, and really in the everyday life of the nunnery.
During dinner, Beatriz listened and spoke along with the usual blessings. Some of the nuns, like Sister Rosa and Sister Ines, were less committed than others. Beatriz wasn't too much either really. Both of them were sexy, she thought. She had genuine feelings that way- she could definitely tell that. Her shyness was, however, a major obstacle to get past.
So, she had resolved to not just start going mad with her fellow sisters just yet. She had plans to start small at first.
The next day, she put her plan into motion. She had been assigned to quiet prayer with Sister Rosa for the afternoon outdoors. As it was ending, she ever-so-accidentally got up near a tree branch, ripping her robes up and exposing her vagina. Beatriz blushed, not because she was embarrassed, but because she didn't know what would happen next.
"Um, Sister, I think you might need to cover up..." said Rosa, also blushing. Beatriz did, although not after she let her have a good look.
Sister Rosa did. She couldn't stop thinking about it for the rest of the day. Or night... When she climbed into bed, she was unable to resist and had fun with herself, thinking about her fellow nun's sinful parts. At thirty-one this was her first time trying this out, so she wasn't quite sure what would happen. She just focused on the good memories of Sister Beatriz and did what she did while washing herself. It soon became not about that but pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her first orgasm happened, of course, eventually after much play, but to some women that is the best kind.