Page 56 of Sin With Me

He’s human.

He’d said it himself, so why didn’t I ever think that he had unsatisfied needs? He grasped himself, removing his dick from his underwear, and I gasped. Even from this far away it looked huge, solid and strong, perfectly complementing his physique. He tensed at the first stroke, leaned forward, and squeezed clear lube onto his palm before sitting back against the couch, more relaxed. His grip was gentle at first as his hand slowly made its way down, pulling his uncircumcised skin though his hold all the way to the bottom, then back up. My breathing quickened.

That washot.

His hand slid up and down with ease, slowly at first, then more quickly. The lines of his jaw tensed. I felt my thighs clench, my stomach swirl, and my whole body heat at the erotic sight. There was something arousing about watching someone doing an unforgivable deed. As far as I remembered, priests were supposed to be celibate. Did that mean that they couldn’t please themselves? I wasn’t sure. I didn’t know the ins and outs of Catholic rules, but I did know that standing there, absolutely mesmerized by the movement of his hand, was wrong.

But how else was he to relieve himself? I could only imagine that celibacy wasn’t easy and definitely not for everyone. Definitely not forme.

Maybe there was a monthly quota for priests, and he hadn’t reached his? Well, from the look of his quickening strokes and gasps, he’d definitely fulfill a large part of it tonight. If he weren’t a priest, I would have knocked on his door and asked if he needed help. I’d be naked and on my knees, with my mouth around him, sucking him deep into my mouth before he had a chance to say hello.

As my yearning for this man grew, my hand slid down to between my legs, underneath my leggings, where the fabric of my panties was dampened. My body craved pleasure. It had been so long that I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt a man’s hands on my skin. I cupped my pussy over my panties, just to feel its warmth. Except there was much more going on down there than temperature change. The heat throbbed against my palm, urging my fingers to push past the fabric, so I gently rubbed my tip right over my panties. The image of Father Cameron masturbating behind the window captivated me. As his hand sped, so did my heart and so did myneed.

Would he finish? Would hecome?

My gaze traveled away from his fast moving hand, up his torso where the tight shirt nicely highlighted the muscles, and then to his lips. The same cool lips that sipped on the beer moments ago now mouthed, “Shit,” and I gasped. His swearing made him more like a man, a real man. He bit his lower lip and leaned forward, closer to the screen. His jawline tensed even further, its bone structure becoming more prominent. As his nostrils flared and his eyes shut, I watched as his first spurt shot out of his crown, right over the laptop, and he reached the height of his pleasure. He leaned forward, his grip easing. His mouth opened and body tensed once more as the last squeeze of his wrist pulled the final drops of orgasm out ofhim.

My breaths heavy, I realized that I was still holding myself, feeling the pulse there pound with intensity. Secretly, I wanted him to know what I’d done. I wanted him to know that I was watching him, and I wanted to see his reaction when he saw me with my hand between my legs, but that was wrong. I couldn’t even begin to count the ways in which that was wrong.

What are you doing, Kate?

A familiar voice echoed my thoughts: “Kate? What are you doing out here? It’slate.”

I jumped up and pulled my hand out of my pants, straining my sight for whom I thought wasLola.

“I… I lost an earring earlier in the day and thought I’d look forit.”

Couldn’t I have come up with a better excuse? Like… I followed a lost bunny into the woods? Argh, during the past month pretending to be someone else, a good and timid girl, I must have lost my touch. I felt all those little lies I’d told burn in my throat and carve into my heart. Maybe I should have taken my confessions more seriously. Maybe I should have listened to Father John, who told me that if I bared my soul to God, I’d feel cleaner and lighter on the inside.

“Kate, how are you going to find it in the dark? Do you even have a flashlight?” she asked.

Of course I didn’t.

“Well, I lost thattoo.”

Crap!I had a feeling that this wasn’t going to get easier any timesoon.

“A flashlight?”

“Yes, and now I can’t find that either.”

“Well, let me help youlook.”

“No, no. It’s pointless anyways. You can’t see anything.” I wiped my wet fingers on my leggings and stepped away from the forest, enough that if Lola met me halfway, she wouldn’t be privy to the show I’d just witnessed in Father Cameron’s bedroom window. But I wasn’t quick enough.

“Wait – isn’t that Father Cameron’s cabin?” She pointed to the living room. I was ready to make a deal with Satan right about now, just so that she wouldn’t see our priest with his hand around his dick. Either that, or I’d hoped I could at least click my magical red heels and wake up far away from this nightmare. I looked down to my dirty sneakers and frowned.

“Ahm, I don’t know. Did you hear that?” I pointed in the opposite direction.

“Hearwhat?”

“Come – I thought someone called out.” I pulled on her hand, urging her around thebend.

Little did I know, Satan must have been laughing at me all the way from hell at this moment, because as we turned the corner, none other than Father Cameron closed the front door to his cabin. It appeared that while I was trying to cover up my peeping Tom experience, I hadn’t noticed when Father Cameron finished his business, got dressed, and came out of the cabin.

“Good evening, Father,” Lola grinned, poking me in the ribcage with her elbow. I froze, hoping the ground would swallow me whole.

“Lola, Kate. Is everything all right? I thought I heard someone outside.”

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