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My efforts are wasted when she begins speaking again. Not only from hearing her voice, but also by what she confesses.
“Two nights ago, there was this man. A very attractive man. He saved me from doing something I loathe. When I went home, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. In fact,” she lowers her voice, but moves closer to the screen to ensure I still hear her, “I thought about him when I went to bed. The thoughts were so vivid, I couldn’t help but touch myself.”
I realize how much trouble I’m in when I catch myself reaching for my cock. Gritting my teeth, I use the hand holding the rosary and press the heel against it, both praying for almighty strength and also wishing for her to continue talking.
“What—” I cough to clear my throat. “What kinds of thoughts?”
Hell and damnation. What am I doing? I should be discouraging this behavior, not asking her to give me details. Now that the words are out though, I can’t find it in myself to regret them.
I can hear the smile in Jersey’s voice when she answers. “I kept imagining what he would look like under his clothes. Did I mention he’s a priest? But he doesn’t look like any priest I’ve ever met before. I’ve seen the tattoos peeking out of the cuffs of his sleeves. I wonder what they look like, and how much of his body is covered in ink.”
My eyes move to my hands where a sliver of ink can be seen on my wrists. Both of my arms and chest are covered in multiple tattoos. I even have some on my thighs. I had them all done before I decided to dedicate my life to God.
“I have another confession to make, Father,” Jersey says, her voice dropping into a sexy purr. “Do you want to hear it?”
My lips are moving before my brain registers exactly what she said. “Yes.”
“This priest has caught me taking things from his church. But only things I really needed. What he doesn’t know though, is I haven’t only been taking things, but I’ve been watching this priest too.”
My cock jerks against my hand, and I sin even more when I begin rubbing my palm against it. I squint my eyes, trying my best to see behind the screen barrier.
“What do you mean you’ve been watching him?” I ask in a hoarse voice. The thought of Jersey watching me sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
“Sometimes I stand outside the church, out of view, and wait for him to appear. I like looking at him. I really like the way it makes my body feel.”
“And how does he make your body feel?”
Jersey giggles, and I feel it in my cock.
“Are you sure you should be asking me these questions, Father? It doesn’t seem very priestly.”
I grind my molars together. She’s right. No real priest would dare ask these kinds of questions. I should be leading her away from these thoughts, not encouraging them. But Lord help me, I’m apparently weak when it comes to this woman, because I want to know more. I want to know it all.
“You’re right. I shouldn’t be, and God will punish me later for it. But it doesn’t change the fact that I still want an answer. How does watching the priest make you feel?”
I lean closer to the screen when I hear something that sounds like a soft moan, wondering if it’s my imagination. I realize it’s not when it comes again. My cock fills the rest of the way with blood, and I’m seconds away from undoing my slacks and pulling it out.
“It makes me wet in places it shouldn’t.”
Her whispered confession has a deep groan crawling up my throat.
“It makes me want to drop to my knees in front of him and worship what he hides behind his clerical clothes.”
“Jersey.” Her name slips out with a growl.
“Then after he’s filled my mouth with his holy seed,” she continues, undeterred, “I want to lay him down and ride his mouth until I’ve covered his face with my sinful juices.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, jerking my pants open. My hard cock falls in my hand, and I begin stroking it.
I hear shuffling on the other side of the screen, and when Jersey speaks again, I know she’s moved closer.
“What are you doing over there, Father? Are you hurt? I heard a groan.”
The little minx knows exactly what she’s doing, and she’s enjoying putting me in this situation. It’s not entirely her fault though. I led us here. I could have stopped her from continuing.
“There’s no need to ask questions you already know the answer to,” I tell her gruffly.
Her moan reaches my ears, tempting me to lose all control and leave my side of the booth to enter hers. I still have a fraction of common sense left to not throw away twelve years of my life by ending my celibacy. What I’m doing at this moment is bad enough, but it’s not irreversible yet.
