Page 41 of Step-Sinner

I kiss the top of her head, pulling her in close, feeling the soft roundness of her flesh against my hard edges. I love it all. Every inch.

“Let’s get out of here.” I say, as much as I’d stay locked in here with her forever, we have plenty of room to roam and I want to take her out.

“Yes, it’s a little claustrophobic.”

“No, I mean, out of here. The church. The school. The dorm. Go out. Into the world.”

“Really? No, this is wrong, we shouldn’t, second thoughts?”

“None. I was stupid, I’ll probably be stupid again, I mean, I am a man. I’ll be super glued to you from now on. So, you may wantto push me away at times...” I glance at the dim light coming through the window. “Let’s go be normal. Nothing but us, no Father Martin and his student, just Martin and Kitty.”

I wonder if the Bishop has read my email. I know he has to approve my resignation, but in my heart, I’m already free. But for Kitty, I need it to be right. Official.

“Yes! What’s there to do around here? I only remember trees as we were driving. Is there a town within a hundred miles?” She slides her hand over my chest, down my belly, resting on the throbbing erection under my robe.

My dick responds to her touch the way I imagine it always will. If we live to be a hundred, I’ll still get hard at the sight of her, still want to fuck her every which way ‘til Sunday.

Soon. Soon, boy. Just a little while longer.

I stroke her head, then easing her back onto her feet.

“Get out of here?” she asks. “Like, together, together, beseentogether? You’re sure about that?”

“I’m taking you to town, yes, together together.”

“And if someone recognizes you? Won’t they be shocked that you’re with a student? Won’t they talk?”

“Let them talk, I don’t give a fuck about anyone but you.”

She grins. “Really?”

“Yes, now, let’s go grab a shower, change clothes. You run up to your room. But, you wait to get dressed. I’ve got something I want you to wear. There’s a closet full of clothes too. Anything you can think of that teenage girls use, it’s here, somewhere. I have a whole section of clothes that still have the tags on. I’llbring you what I want you to wear before I take my shower. I’ll leave them on your bed.” I don’t trust myself to shower with her, I’ll no doubt have myself balls deep nutting some baby batter into her belly before I’m officially a free man and I want to do this right.

As right as I can, that is.

“You’re going to dress me now?”

I shrug. “Daddies dress their girls. After today, I’ll be buying your clothes too. And, there will be more rules. Some fun for you, some…fun for me.”

“This whole Saint Margarets resort sure has some tricks up it’s sleeve.” I smooth her skirt back down, both of us drenched and I make a note to be sure to get the confessional cleaned up myself.

I driveus into town in the limo that belongs to the church. I’m sure my driver would have a fit if he knew I was taking it out without him, but to hell with that. He’s employed by the church, and this isn’t a church outing.

Cape Highsmith is small and close-knit. Which means, yeah, there’s a chance someone could recognize me. I park the Mustang along a side street under a thick Oak and step our and around to her side. There’s a view of the ocean, even here, and when we get out Kitty takes a deep breath, apparently still in love with the smell despite any lingering memories of slipping and falling in.

“Where are we going?” she asks as she slips her hand into mine. It feels fucking perfect. “Are we, you know, going to eat cake bythe ocean?” She smiles and I get that fucking song stuck in my head.

“If you want. There’s something I want to do first though.”

I pull her with me, not rushing or hiding. I’m prouder than I’ve ever been with her hand in mine and everyone knowing she belongs to me. Now that I have her, I’m never letting her go. I left a note for Sister Nathalia, not explaining or making excuses, just informing her that Kitty and I will be gone for the day. There’s no way I want anything to disturb us.

“So… You said your grandmother brought you to the church, but that’s not the whole story is it?” She turns to look up into my face as we walk. “I’m not prying. I just… I sensed something was wrong and I don’t want you to face things alone. You said I could write things in my journal and not worry about being judged, well, you can tell me anything you want and I won’t judge either.”

I nod. It’s hard to talk about, but she’s right. But, men do hard things, and not just with their dicks.

“My grandmother is a good person. And I used to be… Not exactly a bad person but on a bad path.”

“So she wanted to save your soul?”

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