Lessons in Sin

by Pam Godwin

“So help me God, if you so much as give Tucker your mouth, I’ll bloody your damn hide so completely you won’t be able to sit for a month. Do I make myself clear?”

Maybe I should call my mother and tell her that her decision to send me to an all-girls Catholic school had cured my curiosity with boys. I was no longer interested in giving blow jobs to college guys who worked at Burger King. Now I only wanted to spread my legs for men twice my age who bit and spanked and wore clerical collars.

“You’re mine, Tinsley. No one’s going to touch you again. No one but me.” His thrusts deepened, growing harder, punctuating each word with ferocity. “You belong to me. No one else. Mine, Tinsley. Fucking mine. Do you understand?”

“Forgive me, Father,” I gasped against his mouth, “for I have sinned.” His fingers slipped beneath my panties and found me wet. I moaned. “It’s been six months since my last confession.” “Tell me.” He licked my tongue as his hand glided along my drenched heat. “I’ve had my fingers in my pussy for six months while fantasizing about my favorite priest.” A long, deep groan resounded in his chest. “Killing me.” “What’s my penance?” “A lifetime with me.” “Fine. I’ll stay with you for an eternity and not a day more.”

We were indecent, immoral, and madly in love. Sinners together. Soul mates forever.