Page 54 of Sin With Me

“Neither didI.”

Biting her lip and trying to look everywhere but at me, Kate slowly side-stepped toward the shore.

“Kate, there’s no need to be embarrassed. We’re both human.”

“I recall you saying that before. But you’rea—”

“Yes, I’m a priest.” I wanted to sigh, but that would have been inappropriate. It would still take some time for me to get used the consequences that came along with the job. Consequences such as not being able to sink deep intoKate.

“Kate, I’m sorry. If I’d known you would be here, I wouldn’t havecome.”

“Really, it’s my fault. I’m the one who shouldn’t have come.” Her cheeks and neck were flushed red. It was a perfect tone that complemented her tannedskin.

“Of course you should have. It’s a public place, I just didn’t think anyone would behere.”

“Turn around, please,” she asked, when she arrived at the shore.

I obliged, and I heard her leave the stream and then fumble around with her clothes.

“Kate, wait. I’ll go upstream, where I should have stayed, and you can finish yourswim.”

“It’s all right. I’m donenow.”

I could have argued. I could have found a million reasons she should have accepted my invitation and remained with me. I could have made up a thousand stories to persuade her to stay, but it would have been wrong and reckless — dangerous, in fact — and so I didn’t. I waited until she got dressed and left, willing the hardness in my dick to go down. It wouldn’t budge.

“I’ll see you at the camp, Father.”

By the time I turned around, I only saw the wave of her hand. If it were a different time and a different place, perhaps today could have gone better. A perfect day would have ended with me sucking on those delicate folds between herlegs.

I took a few more cool dips, which infuriatingly weren’t cold enough, and got dressed. By the time I reached the camp, Kate was sitting on the bench underneath a wooden gazebo in the common area. As soon as she saw me, she ran up to me, worry beaming out of hereyes.

“I’m so sorry, Father.”

“Kate, it’s all right. I promise, I didn’t see anything,” Ilied.

Another lie. Anothersin.

“But I did, Father.”

I felt my browsrise.

“Well, not those parts.” She pointed to my zipper. Knowing she was looking there forced my blood south and I fought against nature to will down the wood that was about to get more visible.

“Which parts, then?”

“All the other parts. You know, your chest.” Her breath shortened as her gaze traveled upward. “Your arms and abs as well,” she said shyly.

Yet I wanted to hear more. “What else, Kate?”

“I know this is not a confession, but I have to get this off my chest.” She shut her eyes and I waited, wondering what other tempting words would come out of that perfect mouth of hers. “And that sprinkle of hair below your navel. I… I saw too much, and you’rea…”

She was cute and hot and if she reminded me that I was a priest again, I swore I would show her that I was also aman.

“Were you turned on, Kate?”

Would she answer the inappropriate question?

“I know I shouldn’t have been, and I’m so truly sorry forthat.”

Her innocence and honesty drew me into her world. She didn’t even know it, but her revelations to me, out in the open and not in a confessional where I always tuned her out, were such a turn on that I could barely keep myself upright. I found that when I actually listened to her, concentrating was impossible.

“It’s already forgotten Kate.” But a priest should reprimand her, shouldn’t he? He should have suggested that despite her admission, inappropriate thoughts about a priest weren’t welcome. And so I leaned into her, and whispered, “Perhaps it’s time to have an internal chat with yourself, Kate. Listen to your instinct. Listen to the angel on your shoulder, not the devil when you’re making choices.”

What I failed to realize was that Kate was not an angel. Nothing even close. She was a temptress in disguise who would continue testing the limits of my patience.

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