Questioning Faith

As I walked by the girls restroom I heard a moan like I had never heard before. I walked in to see what was wrong, when I saw it my jaw dropped my breasts ached, my nipples hardened and I could feel myself down there, for the first time in 15 years. As I walked closer I got a better view threw the crack in the bathroom stall. The way they touched and kissed, the way he rubbed his fingers across her back so gently and down to her bottom with a big hard squeeze. As he thrusted inside of her, I felt as if it was my own body. I then orgasmed from rubbing my clit, it was like a waterfall had just broke loose after being held there for a long time. My underwear were soaked and I could feel it dripping down my legs. Ding, ding, ding... Oh, No! The bell. I ran out of the restroom and down the hall to my classroom I sat down in my chair and waited for my students to arrive. They came in one by one and then a couple walked in together. It was Jordan and Tony. The two I had just been watching in the girls restroom. I barely got threw class all I wanted to do was close my eyes so I could replay it all in my mind.

After school on my way home that day it was all still on my mind, like a movie set on replay. I had tried so hard to forget about it and push it out of my mind. I prayed to God for forgiveness. I thought and thought, why would God not want me to experience this wonderful and pleasing act of love. It pleases me and makes me happy, and God wants us to be happy right and feel loved? Finally I convinced myself that I could do this. I could be happy and still love and praise God. It was okay for me to do this. Besides no one but God and myself even knew of any of this. I decided to get ready and dress up like I hadn't done since I was 16-years-old. I made myself all sexy and dressed in revealing clothing. My skinny hips and small breasts and bottom looked amazing, I had thought. I decided to go to a bar, which I had never done before. When i arrived at the bar i walked in and got a Pepsi. I sat down at a table and wait for men to walk up to me and one to catch my attention. Finally one did. He sat down and introduced himself. "Hello ma'am I am Jackson Halliwell." I responded back, nice to meet you Jackson I am Annabell Thorne. He sat down and we talked for what seemed like hours. Finally, I got the courage to ask him if he would like to go to my house and talk there. He agreed and we gathered our stuff and left. We got to my car and headed down the road I only lived about 20 minutes for the bar so we had a some time to chat more. We talked and talked. I knew what I had wanted from him, but what did he want from me? The same maybe? I couldn't wait to find out.

As we sat on my couch we talked about love. And how we wanted it so much. Then sex came up in our conversation. I was honest with him about what I wanted but I also would like more than just sex. I told him how long it had been for me and how I'd been craving it lately, leaving out the part about what happened in the bathroom at the school I worked at. He seemed very understand and sympathetic. Then he kissed me, in which I thought FINALLY. We kissed and rubbed our bodies together for a good 20 minutes. My nipples hardened and my vagina got very wet. I could feel his penis harden threw his blue Jean's. My shirt came off, then his. My pants came off, then his. And before I knew it we were both completely naked. I got onto of him and kissed him. I rubbed my naked body all over his, just feeling his penis on the outside of my vagina was amazing to me. It felt so good and so right. He then threw me onto the ground got over top of me kissed me and then thrusted his penis inside of me, I let out the loudest most pleasing moan. He went slow and hard, back and forth. Then fast and hard. I scratched his back until I drew blood. We made love for over an hour and I orgasmed at least five times during it. We made sweet, hot, dirty love and I enjoyed every minute of it. The next day I decided I could no longer work for the school as a nun. I could no longer consider myself a true nun after what all I had done. But one thing was for sure—I would still love and praise God. And Jackson and I would continue to show each other love and maybe even marry one day.