Page 49 of Sin With Me

Chapter12

Kate

I wokeup in the same position in which I must have fallen asleep. The cabin was pitch black, and I realized that I’d missed dinner.

Why didn’t Lola wakeme?

I turned on the light and looked in the mirror. Blanket creases ran down my cheek. When my gaze caught the empty water bottle on the table by the door, I felt that my bladder had reached its capacity.

I don’t want to pull aLola.

Waddling like Mrs. Windsor and squeezing my thighs shut, I rushed out the door, across the field, and headed straight for the outhouse. Night was falling, and long shadows covered most of the campground. The sky was almost dark, but there was still enough light to see the way. There wouldn’t be in a couple of minutes.

“Don’t pee, don’t pee, don’t pee,” I chanted, my voice rising with each step. By the time I made it to the outhouse, a few drops had leaked into my panties. I pulled on the handle, but the door didn’t budge.

“Hello?” a familiar voice called out. “I’ll be a while.”

“Lola? You gotta finish fast. I can’t hold itin.”

“There’s no way I can finish. I’m doing numbertwo.”

“Lola, finish!” I said between clenched teeth.

“Well, if you want me to cut my shit, and I’m not swearing because it’s a noun, and walk out with half of it sticking out, thenokay.”

Just the image of her doing so forced my pelvic floor muscles to tighten again.

“No, no. I’ll wait.” I started doing a tiny dance with my feet, turning around to wonder why they hadn’t installed a second outhouse for women, for emergencies such as this one. Women always had longer lines to the bathrooms, and then I realized that this outhouse had been opened in the first place because of an emergency, as the main toilets were closed. I almost bolted for the one the boys used on the other side of the field, but then I remembered them bragging about pulling a prank on one of their classmates with a snake.

“You know, you could use the bushes,” Lola suggested with a grunt and what sounded like a strong push from her diaphragm.

“Bushes?”

“Yes, like spread your legs, squat down, and pee on the ground. In the bushes.”

Bushes, right.

That definitely sounded much better than peeing my pants, which I was sure I was going to do within the next twenty seconds.

I hopped across the grass covered with fresh dew toward the line of the forest. Once I crossed into the darkness, I didn’t go far. God only knew how many snakes were slithering among the long grass strands. I spread my legs apart, hunkered down to the ground, and released my muscles. The fizz overpowered the sound of the forest, and I closed my eyes, relieved.

Steam rose, and while the smell of piss wasn’t pleasant, it was much better than finding a snake in the outhouse. Once the last drops fell to the grass, I shook my bottom, stood, and pulled my panties up, only to be shocked. About fifty feet away, Father Cameron was standing in the window – and he was looking straight at me. Embarrassment flushed my body with heat and shame, and so I timidly waved toward him, but he didn’t move. Father Cameron just kept on staring out the window, into the darkness.

He can’t seeme.

I sure as heck didn’t see anything when I ran into the woods to pee. As I adjusted my pants and took a step forward, I saw his fingers trail up to his neck, and I stopped, watchinghim.

He traced the neatly tucked fabric underneath his Adam’s apple and I felt my heart drum more quickly. He slowly removed the white clerical collar from around his neck and set it on a table beside him. Then, one after another, he proceeded with the buttons to unfasten his shirt.

I should leave.

Yet my legs didn’t move. I watched his fingers slowly dance along the line of his partially open shirt, releasing the buttons, one by one, each movement more lazy than the last. When the final one popped open and the shirt spread apart, I gasped, and then held my breath. A perfectly tanned body with dark sprinkles of hair on his chest and above his belt buckle appeared. Flashbacks of seeing him like this in my office when he first came to town, drowned out the sounds of the forest. Not expecting such a beautiful sight this evening, I felt delectable shivers run through my body. When his fingers reached for the belt and he unclasped the buckle, my thighs clenched. It seemed as if he were removing the leather strap in slow motion, so tantalizingly slow that I thought he was doing it on purpose.

Holyshit!

Once he grasped the top of his pants and pulled them down over his muscular thighs, it was too late for me and any morals I’d once had. Warmth swooshed around my throat. Before my desire traveled down between my thighs, something swirled inside my stomach, tingling and arousing, and once it reached the apex of my being, that core of my existence which used to be satisfied every few days, I was in full heat, throbbing.

Leave. I should leave. I panted.

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