Page 5 of Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned…7 Times

“If you leave, I’ll be on the phone with your parents before you even make it halfway home. By the time you get home, I’d have told them all about this, and they’ll either punish you or send you back here, so it’s your call. My suggestion? Save us both the time and trouble, and just get in the confessional.”

My jaw clenched, and I exhaled deeply. I hated to admit it, but he was right.

“Fine,” I sighed, giving in.

Despite the different Pastor, the confessional was the same. There was a thin partition separating the two sides of the box. I couldn’t see Pastor James, but I could feel his presence and hear every breath he took. There was something so intimate about that.

It had never felt like this with that boring old fart, Pastor Clark, before. With him on the other side, I usually couldn’t wait to get out of here, but I wasn’t in much of a rush today.

“Go at your own pace, Miriam.” The way his tongue rolled around my name sent a hot flush all over my body. I crossed one leg over the other to ease the ache in my pussy that had slowly been building since I turned around and spotted Pastor James watching me from above, looking more like a dark angel than a man of God.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” I murmured, the words sounding so much dirtier now that I was in here with the hot, young Pastor.

“Proceed, child.” His tone was mocking, but my body still reacted to it. It was wrong, but I was so turned on.

“My mother caught me reading a dirty book in bed last night. Well, it was a smutty book but she called it dirty. She got mad and took it away, and now here I am. My parents think confessing my sins will reform me and put me onto the path of God, but I think it’s stupid. It’s never worked before. I don’t know why they don’t just give up on me. I’m not made for religion, and religion isn’t made for me. The sooner they get on board with that, the happier we’ll all be.”

“What kind of dirty book were you reading?” Pastor James asked, his question surprising me.

I had only done confessionals with Pastor Clark before, and he never spoke much. Mostly prompting me to be honest and then, in the end, saying that I was forgiven before instructing me to drink some holy water.

Pastor James clearly did things differently.

“Smutty,” I corrected. “It was a stepbrother-stepsister romance.”

“Does that turn you on?”

My eyebrows shot up in surprise, but I found myself answering anyway.

“Yes,” I said in a small voice. “Why is that relevant?”

“What other dirty books do you read?” He asked, ignoring my question.

My cheeks coloured furiously. “A lot, but enemies-to-lovers is my favourite trope. The spicier, the better.”

“A Pastor and a naughty Church girl. Does that qualify as enemies-to-lovers?” He chuckled, and I didn’t answer, far too embarrassed and turned on. I was very outspoken with the boys that I was with, but most of them were my age and they were the ones blushing, not me. It was oddly refreshing for the tables to be turned, but it was also terrifying. “What other sins do you have to confess, Miriam?”

“I sometimes touch myself while I’m reading. Porn is good, but they don’t compare to sexy books.”

I grew hotter and more turned on as I continued confessing my sins and getting everything off my chest. Somehow, Pastor James got me to open up, starting from the first cock I sucked behind the bins at school to more recently when I snuck a boy from Church into my room while our parents were having tea downstairs and had him lick my pussy. Once I came, we went downstairs with the taste of my come still on his tongue, and he kissed his girlfriend of three years without washing his mouth. She, an acquaintance and unknown to what had gone on upstairs, had later confided in me that her boyfriend had never kissed her like that before.

Pastor James turned out to be a better listener than I could have expected, and for the first time in years since I started confessing, I started to feel lighter. It was refreshing to open up to someone in a judgement-free box, and once it felt like I had gotten everything off my chest, I was completely pooped.

I yawned and covered my mouth.

“Sorry, Pastor James. I don’t know why I’m suddenly so tired.”

“This is normal, Miriam. You have nothing to apologise for. Why don’t you take a nap?”

“What?” I sounded aloud in tired surprise as my eyelids grew heavy. “Why would I do that?”

“Give in to it, Miriam. Close your eyes. Let sleep take over your body.”

My eyebrows furrowed together at the Pastor’s words. The request was strange, but I yawned again. Eventually, I couldn’t fight the tiredness any longer, and my body slumped against the partition as my eyes drifted close.

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