Page 69 of For I Have Sinned

But then why did I?

I wasn’t planning on letting him touch me in the confessional booth. I’m not sure why I went into my side of the booth to begin with, but I did, and then it turned into him confessing.

I let him get things off his chest, but when he started explaining all the dirty things he wanted to do to me, my imagination ran wild.

I pictured him fucking me in my bedroom or his. And the thought of him taking me on the altar made me feel something that I hadn’t before. It was a rush, and the need to alleviate my feelings became overwhelming.

Honestly, I’m not sure what I was expecting to happen when I joined him on his side of the booth. I thought maybe he would have gotten angry and made me get out. Or he would have stopped things from escalating.

But he didn’t.

And things escalated very quickly.

I can still see the face he made as he cleaned off my arousal. I can still feel the ghost of where his fingers had been roughly inside me, and I miss the feeling of him filling me. Another thing that I can’t stop thinking about is how he confessed to listening to me pleasuring myself in my room at night.

At first, I didn’t know how to feel about it, but then, when he said that he had touched himself to the sound of me, it made my insides ignite. He stood outside my room, late at night, and got himself off to the sounds I had been making as I was pleasuring myself to the thought of him. Someone could have seen him, and the thought of him getting caught excited me.

The thought of us getting caught caused my heart to race with excitement, and it made me want to do more with him. But I am afraid that after Sunday, he will come to his senses and realize that we can’t continue this.

Heels clicking down the hall pull me from my thoughts. I groan at the sound of my mother approaching the office. Along with her steps, I hear a second set of footsteps following behind her that are softer, but heavier than those of a woman. My father must have decided to join her today. It’s the third visit, almost three weeks of me being here, and he finally chose to see me.

It doesn’t surprise me that he hasn’t been here. My father hadn’t been very involved in my life while I was growing up, unless it was something for the church. He worked so much that it was always my mother and me.

On the weekends, though, he made it a point to make up for the fact that he was absent the whole week. He was in charge of the house during those two days he was home with us.

“Oh, Father Alexander, how are you?” my mother asks in a sweet voice.

I lift my eyes to look out into the hallway and see him standing before them.

“I am doing well, Suzanne.” He smiles, taking her hand. “How are you?”

I wonder if he’s freaking out internally as he talks with my parents because of what he did to me. I don’t hear my mother’s response because I’m too caught up in my thoughts that day, but I hear Alex speak again.

“Richard, it’s nice to see you on this visit.”

My father grunts. “A meeting got canceled, and Suzanne insisted I come.”

“I’m sure Celine will be thrilled to see both of you.” Alex turns his head, gaze meeting mine. The light in his eyes slowly fades into what appears to be lust while he stares at me. “Looks like she is already waiting for you.”

My mother peeks her head into the room, and I peel my gaze away from Alex to look at her. “Hi.”

“Hello, Celine. Richard, come on.” She ushers him into the room. “Father Alexander, it was good to see you.”

He returns the kind words, and then he walks away. The door to his office closes the moment my parents find their seats. My father, most likely checking emails on his phone, stares down at the device when my mother elbows him. His eyes lift to hers, and he sighs as he locks the device and slips it into his suit pocket.

“How are you doing, Celine?” he asks me.

Be good, Celine. Don’t mention that he is only here on the third visit when he should have been here from the start.

“I’m good.” I plaster on a fake smile.

“You look good. More at peace,” he points out.

That’s what happens when you have a mind-blowing orgasm. “I feel at peace.”

My father nods, while my mother’s eyebrows shoot up. “Really?”

“Yeah.” I begin to construct the biggest lie I’ve ever told them. Let’s hope they buy it. “I‘m starting to understand why you guys wanted me to come here. This whole experience, being with the other women, the nuns, and learning all they have to teach has been eye-opening.”