I walk quickly through the hallway. I clutch my necklace. Why do the patients always end up getting out? These damn guards! I rush through the doors of the common room.
"Who let them out!?" I shout. Craig shyly walks up and slightly raises his hand.
"Me."
"Go find them!"
**
I'm sitting on my desk and get and theres a knock at the door.
"Yes?" Craig walk in and easily shuts the door.
"We found them and Monsignor said be ready by 8."
"Alright thank you."
I start cooking and take off my headdress to the thought of Timothy taking me. I unbutton a few buttons of my habit. Wishing it was his hand. I play with my nipple making it erect. I stop myself. I button my habit and put my headress back on. I keep telling myself I'm a woman of the church. Unlike these women, I've tasted lust. I want Timothy. More than I've wanted any other man.
**
"Hello Timothy."
"Hello my rare bird." He smiles and I feel my stomach clench and the wetness begins. Take me Timothy! Can't you see?!
"Come sit down, I have dinner made." I smile and move so he can walk in. I lock the door. We sit down and start chatting.
"How are you sister?"
"I'm quite well, How are you?" I say taking a bite.
"Perfect." My mound aches for his touch. Anything he says is perfect. I start imagining me shhing him and sitting on him, pulling off the headpiece and unbuttoning my habit. Kissing him, his hand would trail up my thigh to my most forbidden place and his inexperienced hands would wander inside my slip. Oh my god.
"Sister?" I snap out of it and look at him.
"Yes?"
"Are you okay?"
"Just in thought." I smile reassuringly. He starts to play footsie with me. I shiver, the chills running up my spine. He's tapping his hand on the table, he's nervous. I bite my bottom lip. Take me damnit! I begin to act on my fantasy. Unbuttoning my habit, showing my slip.
"Do all sisters wear these underneath?" He says clearing his voice.
"No." i pull off my headress and he groans.
"Just as beautiful as I my thoughts."