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Copyright: Written 2004 by Rachael P. Ross. May be archived and/or
reposted for free private use of adults where not prohibited by local
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accompanies any such dissemination; (b)That the author's name and
email rache696@yahoo.com be included in the message body; (c) That
this story is not edited for content. All characters,locales, and
events are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons may or may not
be intended by the author for her own devious and undisclosed
purposes.

Author's Note: This story is (to date) composed of six chapters. It is
suggested, but by no means necessary that they be read sequence. I
tried to use (brief) character/plot references where necessary, but
largely each chapter is capable of standing on it's own. Pornography
is uniquely suited to that.

At this time I have no plans to write a chapter seven. I do not need
ideas for plot or characters, I don't need flattery or threats...I
don't even need begging to convince me otherwise. The story ends where
it does and how it does. It isn't really up to me. -rr Manila

=-=-= 

 
My Strange Life
By Amy J. Welch

Chapter III
Confessions of a Catholic Schoolgirl

Wednesday mornings we have Mass, that's church for catholic people,
and all the girls from the Virgin Mary Academy file into the chapel
and sit on the right side of the center aisle. And all the boys come
in from St. Joseph's and sit on the left side. Everybody is there,
except Tama Vigit, because she's from India and she thinks there's
like a zillion gods and not just one.

Tama is almost 16 and goes to our school because her parents don't
want her to go to the public school. I heard they had to pay a lot of
money so she could go to Virgin Mary's, but her Daddy is a doctor, so
he doesn't mind. She has a brother too, named Raji, he's 17 but he
doesn't go to St. Joseph's, he goes to the public high school, I guess
it's different for Indian boys than girls. Jenny said maybe her Daddy
can't afford to send both of them to a private school, but I think he
can.

I sit next to Tama in my biology class and she's real smart and lets
me copy off her when we have a pop quiz. She's also very pretty, even
though she doesn't wear any make-up or anything and never fixes her
hair; she just keeps it tied up, even in gym class. She has brown skin
too, but not really dark, just golden brown like caramel when you melt
it in a pot to make caramel apples for Halloween. She has black eyes
too, not like somebody hit her, I mean black like mine are blue. I
like her eyes and her nose, which is small and turned up a touch. She
pinches it sometimes, when she's not thinking about it, as if she was
trying to pull it and make it a little longer. Then she'll catch
herself and look around to see if anyone else caught her too, I just
smile. I don't know why she doesn't like her nose; it's the only one
I've ever seen that was pierced. She has a little diamond she wears in
it, some of the girls don't think it's real, but I know it is. She
said it was a present from her husband's mother.

Tama told me she wasn't really married yet, but as soon as her family
goes back to Bombay she will be. She said that as far as her family,
and her husband's family are concerned, they're already married. Tama
hasn't met her husband though, she's only seen his picture, but they
did talk on the phone once, just to say hello. Her mother is very
happy that Tama is getting married to that man. Tama said her mother
had started looking for a suitable spouse almost from the day Tama was
born. I guess it took a long time to find Tama the right husband
because she has to marry a man from the same caste. He can't be a lot
poorer, or richer, or something like that. I don't really understand
it very much, even though Tama tried to explain it to me a couple
times.

A lot of the boys at St. Joseph's asked Tama out on dates, because she
is very pretty and looks a lot different from everybody else, and
she's so nice to everybody all the time. I really think if you asked,
most people would say Tama is the most popular girl in school, she's
definitely the most virtuous too. She's never even touched a boy in
her whole life, except by accident. She won't hold hands or kiss or do
anything with a boy because she has to remain pure for her husband.

We were talking about weird dreams once and I told Tama how I dreamed
I was an Indian girl from India and I was going to marry a man, but I
didn't know what he looked like. In my dream I walked around a very
crowded street looking for this man and I couldn't find him. So I went
home and told my mother I was sorry, but I couldn't find the husband
she'd picked out for me, and she was very angry and told me to go back
out there and find him. But all the men looked the same and said, "We
will marry you." And they all had sex with me, like thousands of
Indian men all doing it to me, one right after another, until I looked
up and saw my mother and she was with Tama's brother and she said
"This is your husband." But I was covered all over with sperm from
these other men and Raji said "I cannot marry you now. But I will fuck
you." And he was just starting to take off his clothes when I woke up.

I hoped Tama wouldn't be angry at me for having a dream like that,
especially since her brother was in it. She just giggled and turned
really red and then told me she had weird dreams too. Tama dreamed
that she wasn't from India at all and she was just like me, or Jenny,
or any of the other girls in school. And she could walk through the
park holding a boy's hand, and in her dream, the boy kissed her and
made her so happy. I didn't think it was much of a dream, but Tama was
breathing hard and her eyes were shining like Jenny's when she's about
to cum really good. I really wished I could kiss her right then. It
wouldn't be the same since I wasn't a boy, I knew, but maybe that
would make it okay. Tama would still be pure.

I was about halfway between deciding whether to ask her first and then
do it, or just do it and surprise her, when she looked at me and
turned really red. "I'm sorry, Amy, I have to go to... to... I have to
go." I think she was going to go frig herself someplace, which she
probably needed more than a kiss from me, so I just smiled and said,
"See ya later, Tama."

It was maybe 2 weeks after that when I got to really talk with Tama
again. We were at the public library working on our biology term
papers, well she was working on them, I was drawing mustaches on the
models in Seventeen, thinking I could be a model too. Anyway Tama
asked me about my dream again, but kind of nervously, like she didn't
really want to, but was doing it anyway.

"Hey, Amy... Did you ever have that dream again? The... The one with my
brother in it?" She didn't look up when she asked me, so I just looked
down and drew some nipples on some girl's boobs, thinking I'd need a
boob job if I was going to model.

"Uh-huh, sometimes. Sometimes it's different though." I said casually,
waiting for the inevitable question. I was kind of teasing her.

"Different...? How?" At least this time she sounded like she really
wanted to know.

"We got married, but it was on the back of an elephant, and everybody
was way down on the ground underneath us." I paused, flipping pages
idly.

"That's it?" Tama asked.

"Well, no. He said, `Now we're married and I'm going to fuck you!'" I
whispered in the quiet library and Tama giggled and blushed because
she never swears at all, so I do it a lot around her. "And I said,
`But Raji, everyone will see us!' And your brother said they wouldn't,
because we were way up high on the elephant. He took off his clothes
and his cock was huge and he stuck it right in me, but then he got mad
and said I wasn't a virgin. So he threw me off the elephant and I
landed in the middle of all those men who'd had sex with me before, in
my other dream, and I was trying to climb up the elephant's legs, but
it was walking and I kept sliding down. And then all those men were
grabbing me and pulling me down too, saying `We'll marry you!' and
your brother was laughing and riding away." I finished and Tama just
stared at me like I was crazy.

"What?" I asked, a little defensively but mostly to tease her. "You
never had a dream like that, Tama?"

"N-No, never." She answered very quickly and I laughed. "But it...it's
funny you're dreaming about my brother b-because he likes you." She
was talking like she'd practiced this and I thought she could use some
drama coaching. "He...he told me, I mean he asked me if...if you would
like to...to..." She just couldn't get it out and I didn't quite
understand.

"Your brother likes me? He's never even talked to me." I'd only seen
him like 3 times in the 6 months I'd known Tama, just when I'd been
invited to her house on her birthday once, and a couple times after
school when I stopped by to study with her. Tama's brother was really
cute, but he totally ignored me, like I didn't exist. I figured he was
gay. "He doesn't know I'm alive, Tama, and you think he wants to ask
me out?" I sounded a little skeptical.

"Oh no! No, I don't think that!" Tama looked a little shocked. "My
parents would never permit, I mean..."

"Your mom wouldn't let him take me out? I thought your mom liked me!"
I said, wondering what this conversation was all about. If Raji didn't
like me, and his mom didn't want him to date me...what were we talking
about?

"Oh yes! My parents like you very much, but not for my brother's
wife." Tama replied, as if that cleared anything up, I thought!

"Wife? It was a dream, Tama. I don't want to marry your brother!" I
wondered if Tama had told her parents about my dream and maybe it
meant something special in India if a girl had dreams like that. Some
people in the library were giving us dirty looks now because we were
getting loud, but I ignored them, even if Tama didn't. She lowered her
voice and leaned across the table closer.

"No, Amy. My brother he wants...he wants to have sex with you..." Tama
blinked hard. She was probably surprised she'd finally said it and
then swallowed as her face turned red. I didn't say anything right
away so Tama must have thought I was very insulted, or at least angry.
"He'll pay you, he said...he said he will give you 40 dollars if you
will have sex."

"Really?" I asked, not having a clue as to what I should have said.
Tama nodded seriously, then looked away as my eyes caught hers. "Why
would he think that I would do that?"

"I...I don't know." Tama was lying.

"Tammmmaaaa..." I sing-songed softly. "You told him about my dream,
didn't you?"

She nodded slowly, looking down. "Yes, he was teasing me about...about
my husband to be and I...I wanted to tease him back." She looked up and
looked very contrite. "I'm sorry Amy."

"I'll have to think about it, Tama." And boy did I! Inside I was
giggling because I would have had sex with Raji for free, but he
wanted to pay me soooooo...I needed advice.

"Can you, will you...forgive me?" She was still so worried that I was
angry with her. But I was her best friend in the whole school,
probably, so how could I be mad?

"Well, you did kind of break a secret, Tama. I didn't tell that dream
to anybody else, not even Jenny." Tama knew Jenny was my best friend
in the whole world, so she knew what that meant - That Tama was
special to me in some way that nobody else was. "Do you promise you'll
never tell anybody else the things I tell you?" She was nodding and
smiling weakly, "Will you seal your promise in friendship forever?" I
was making this up, but she owed me.

"Yes, I promise forever." Tama replied, smiling and thinking that was
the end of it.

"We have to seal it, Tama." I told her.

"How?" She asked me, still trying to keep her voice down even though I
hadn't been paying much attention to it.

"We have to kiss on it. You have to say you promise while you kiss me,
then it will be sealed inside us forever and if you break it, the
promise will come out of us and I'll know." I said it very seriously
and Tama looked around at all the people who were looking at us.

"Here?" She whispered. "I've never...never..."

"Yes you can, close your eyes." She was already leaning forward, as
was I so that our faces were only inches apart as we spoke. Tama did
as I told her, closing her deep dark eyes. I looked at her mouth and
her lips were red and full, even without lipstick. She'd never kissed
anyone in her life except her parents, and the thought gave me a
secret thrill. She was going to get her first kiss from me, from
another girl, and not in the privacy of some moonlit park, or the dim
backseat of a car, but under the bright lights of the very public
library, with dozens of people watching. Some of them knew us, but
most of them didn't. It sent a quiver through my tummy.

"Tell me you swear!" I whispered urgently and as soon as she started
moving her lips to speak I pressed my mouth to hers, bringing my hand
behind her head to keep her from pulling immediately away. I slipped
my tongue past her soft sweet lips and over her teeth, touching hers
briefly, wriggling it back and forth, until she twisted away and my
hand slid down her neck and shoulder and she was free. It only lasted
a few seconds, but it was enough.

I tasted her still, that brief kiss lingering in my senses, savoring
it. Tama stared at me wide eyed and then slowly looked around at the
library patrons. She grabbed her papers and books and I watched her
leave red faced and humiliated. Tama would either never talk to me
again, or...I let my mind wander over the possibilities. It might have
been cruel to have kissed her like that, but maybe I was a little mad,
I don't know. Tama left the library without looking at me, and as I
left a few minutes later, ignoring all the eyes I felt staring at me,
I felt strangely tough. I wondered if this was how Miss Squires felt
when she was spanking me.

=-=-= 

My life seems to be ruled by coincidences, and just as I was wondering
who I might talk with about Raji's indirect proposal, I realized that
the next day was Tuesday. That is the day when the students can go to
confession, because Mass is the next day and it's always best to wash
your soul before you sit down at the Lord's supper table. I wasn't
sure which priest would be there doing confession for the girls;
between the Virgin Mary's and St. Joseph's we have two priests and a
monsignor to share the responsibilities.

As it happened the priest who was doing confessions before classes
started was Monsignor Hardin, who was older but very nice. He was the
Administrator for both schools, which is higher than the principals I
guess, I wasn't sure. Everybody was always very nervous and polite
around him and all the nuns and even Father Groves and Father Albion
deferred to him when he walked through the halls. If he saw something
wrong it was fixed right away, if he saw a mess, somebody cleaned it
up fast. If you got caught doing something really bad in school, like
smoking or something, Monsignor Hardin was the one you went to see. Of
course that made him the last person on this earth you ever wanted to
see.

I had to go see him once, because I hadn't been wearing panties one
day and Sister Anita caught me. I don't know how she could have known
though; the only one who knew was Miss Holsum, I'd been very careful
not to let anyone else find out. The reason Miss Holsum knew was
because she'd taken them off that morning right before lunch. But
that's a whole different story I'll tell some other time, along with
what happened in Monsignor Hardin's office, the important thing to
know is that Monsignor Hardin definitely hadn't taken a vow of
celibacy! He knew me very...very...well and so I was sure he would be the
best one to talk to about this thing with Tama's brother.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It's been a week since my last
confession." I said the words automatically, sitting in the little
closet like room with just a little divider between me and Monsignor
Hardin.

"Confess you sins child, the Lord is listening and ready to forgive
you." He said, just like I knew he would.

"I've used bad language, Father and um..."

"Like what, child? Have you taken the Lord's name in vain?" He asked.

"No, I don't think so, but I've said `Fuck' a lot, Father and `Shit'
sometimes. Oh and `Cunt' and `Cock' too." I thought about it a minute.
"I said those a lot Father."

"I see...Go on."

"And I, um...I lied to my parents Father. I told them I was going with
my friend Jenny to a movie, but I went to Uncle Seymour's house and I,
uh, let him take pictures of me, uh...Doing things."

"What kind of things, child?"

"Well, first I sucked his cock, ooops! I mean, uh, his penis. And then
I, um, I let him and his friend fuck me, I mean...know me, you know,
like in the, uh, Bible."

"And he took pictures of you?"

"Yes Father. And um, a video too."

"Did he make you do these things?"

"Oh no Father, I wanted to. But, well, I told my parents I was going
to a movie and I felt bad about that."

"Okay."

"And, I kissed Tama, my friend in public and she, um, didn't want me
to and I know I shouldn't have...But..."

"But what, child?"

"But she...uh...really needed a kiss, Father...At least I, um, I thought she
did."

"So you were trying to help her, then?"

"Oh yes Father, I didn't mean to hurt her feelings, I just...I wanted
to...I don't know...But that came from a different problem, that I need
help with."

"What's that, Child?"

"Well, Tama asked me if I would let her brother fu...uh...know me...if he
paid me forty dollars."

"Hmmm...And you think that if you do this thing, you'll be a prostitute?

"Exactly! Yeah, Father, uh...Would I be? A prostitute if I let him do it
to me for money?"

"Well, child, yes you would."

"Oh."

"That wasn't the answer you wanted to hear? Was it."

"Er, no, I guess not Father. So maybe I shouldn't do it then?"

"Well, I wouldn't say that. Mary Magdalene was a prostitute, a real
whore who knew half the Roman army. She would take them 2, 3 even 5 at
a time, and charging a lot less than forty dollars I might add. But
she was saved when she heard our Lord Jesus preaching his message."

"So it's okay to be a whore, father?"

"As long as you come to church on Sundays, child, the good Lord has a
special place in his heart for little whores like you."

"Oh thank you, Father!"

"Now about those other sins, the bad language and lying I think will
require a special penance, we'll wash that dirty tongue of yours with
the Lord's seed. We'll pray that it takes root in your belly so that
only words of goodness and truth will pass your precious lips."

"Yes Father."

"Now come over here and we'll say the act of contrition together while
you perform your penance."

"Yes, Father." I slipped out of the confessional and looked around
seeing nobody else in the chapel before slipping into the adjoining
space where Monsignor Hardin sat. It was small in there, but not too
bad, it actually felt kind of cozy, like the x-rated movie booths in
the bookstore downtown, but that's a different story.

"On your knees, child." He already had his cock out and it was long
and stiff, oozing precum in the weak shadowy light. I knelt and
wrapped my fingers around it, feeling the heat and firmness of him. I
admired it a moment and then went to work cleaning all those bad words
from my tongue, sucking slowly at the head while I moved my hands up
and down.

Monsignor Hardin is kind of old, but his cock isn't. It was just as
big and hard as ever, so that I could put both hands around it and
still leave a lot for my mouth. It wasn't real thick, but I didn't
care as I swirled my tongue all around the head. "Ohhh yes, child,
that's it...Mmmmm..." Monsignor Hardin put his hands on my head so the
cross from his rosary he had wrapped around his fingers fell down over
my eyes as I worked his cock deeper into my hungry little mouth.

Just as I was really getting started I heard the door to the
confessional opening and a girl's voice said "Forgive me Father, for I
have sinned. It's been 2 weeks since my last confession." I froze with
Monsignor Hardin's prick stuffed between my pouting lips. But he
didn't want me to stop my penance for anything, his hands pushed my
head down so that I had to suck him deeper, the head touching the back
of my throat and making me choke softly.

"Father?" The voice said.

"Ahh...ahem, yes child, ah...(suck it!)...The Lord is here...(oh yes!)...Speak
your sins with a...(oh you little bitch!)...with a sincere heart
and...(deeper!)...You will be... (ahhhh!)...Forgiven...(don't stop!)...my
child." Monsignor Hardin whispered to me while he spoke to the girl on
the other side of the confessional screen.

"Uh, okay Father...I've lied to my parents and..."

"Ohhhh...(Eat it, Amy. Eat my hard cock!)...really, uh why did you...(ahhh,
you little whore!)...Why did you lie?" Monsignor Hardin's soft voice was
urging me on and so were his hands, forcing my head down so his cock
thrust against the tight little opening of my throat, making me gag
slightly and slurp noisily as my mouth filled with spit and his
precum.

"Are you...Are you okay, Father?" I thought I heard a little giggle, but
I couldn't be sure as I tried to swallow the same time as Monsignor
Hardin pushed hard on the back of my head. His cock snaked into my
throat, sliding easily down to the root so the soft wiry hairs
surrounding his prick tickled my nose and cheeks.

"Oh, uh...(Oh fuck!)...I'm uh, fine...(you dirty slut!)...You go on, uh
where...(lick my balls!)...Were we?" Monsignor Hardin held my head down so
I couldn't breathe while my throat muscles worked against the hard
shaft, massaging his cock as I tried swallowing it. I wormed my tongue
out, making wet slobbery noises, sliding it under the base of his dick
to lick weakly at his balls. It was hard to do, especially with my
body beginning to heave for lack of air!

"You don't sound so good, Father." She must have leaned forward,
pressing her face to the screen so she could see what was going on.
"Oh my, God!" She was giggling then.

About that same time Father Hardin relaxed the pressure on my head and
I lifted my mouth off his cock, panting and drooling a huge runny mess
of saliva and precum down my chin and onto my blouse and skirt. I
looked at the screen and saw Laura Lovejoy's long blonde hair framing
her pretty face. Her blue eyes twinkled above high cheekbones and her
red lips were parted slightly so I could see the tip of her pink
tongue peeking out.

"Get back to your penance, child!" Monsignor Hardin pushed my head
back down and I took him inside my cock gobbling mouth again, opening
my throat a lot easier this time and letting him fuck all the way down
again, rubbing and teasing his heavy old balls with my fingers while I
worked my tongue against the shaft.

"Is that Amy Welch, Father?" Laura whispered with glee. "What a little
cocksucker she is!"

Monsignor Hardin seemed to have decided to ignore her, concentrating
instead on the great mouth fuck he was getting from me. "Oh yesssss..."
He moaned. "Sheeee's a cocksucking..ugh! ...Whore!"

"Fuck her mouth Father, let me see it!"

"Shhhh...Be quiet! ...Ohhhh fuck! ...Someone will hear you!" Monsignor
Hardin admonished the 17-year-old senior. He pulled me off his cock
with a wet slurping sound. "Suck my balls now, Amy!" he grabbed a
fistful of my hair and pulled me down to the base of his cock, pulling
them free of his black trousers so they hung there invitingly.

"Yes Father..." I breathed, lapping at them for a moment before taking
one into my mouth and rolling it gently with my tongue.

"Oh shit Father, she's really doing it! ... This is just so fucking
unbelievable!" I stared at her grinning face peering down at me
through the screen as I sucked those heavy cum-filled balls. She'd
never liked me for some reason, though we'd never really spoken or
anything, and I could see the mischief in her eyes. "Wait `til
everybody hears about this!"

I started to pull away, tugging the Monsignor's left nut with my still
sucking mouth, but he just pulled me back closer. "Don't stop, Amy...
They're just getting warmed up!" He said gently, then his voice
changed a little. "Laura, do you remember that talk we had about
getting into Notre Dame next year?"

"Er, yes Father...I remember." Laura's voice was a little less gleeful.

"Well, I have all the...(suck those balls, slut!)...Papers ready for your
full...(uh! Both of them!)...Scholarship, I just haven't...(That's it,
yes!)...Signed them yet..." Monsignor Hardin lifted me slightly, "Get back
on my cock, little whore!" he urged softly.

"B-But why not, Father...I really...I mean...I..." Laura sounded a little
nervous now and it made me try to smile around the long hard cock
pushing back into my mouth.

"I know child, you don't want to spend ...(yeah, child!)...the rest of
your life selling donuts at that...(Ohhh! Watch the teeth!)...7-11,
but...(Perfect!)...I'm just not sure Notre Dame is the right place for a
girl who likes to gossip." Monsignor Hardin sighed as if it were the
last thing in the world he wanted to say. "And with your...(Take it
all!)...Mom having to dance in that strip club, well...(Fuck, your mouth
is good!)...She does have a nice body Laura, so I suppose the tips are
good. But not enough to get you into any...(Ughhh! Suck you
whore!)...anything but the Vo-Tech, I'd guess."

Monsignor Hardin started thrusting his hips a little, while I just
bobbed my head up and down and worked his wet slimy fuckshaft with my
hands. "And there is the matter...(I'm going to fuck your mouth,
slut!)...of tuition here, at Virgin Mary's. I know you're a charity
student, but we do have to balance the books...Agggh!" He grabbed me by
my ears, holding my head still while he started fucking my face. "I'd
have a hard...(So fucking hard!)...time convincing the school board that
we should keep paying for a student who doesn't...(Give me your throat,
Amy!)...respect the Mother Church, who spreads rumors about what she
thinks she might have overheard...(You tight bitch!)...in the
confessional."

Laura wasn't saying anything so Father Hardin pulled me off his cock
with a wet popping sound. He smiled down at me and winked. "What do
you think, Amy?"

I started trying to say I didn't know, but he'd already pushed my cock
hungry mouth back down on his prick, fucking it up into my throat with
a hard lunge so all that came out was "mmmmpppp...aagghhh...mnnnph!"

"See, even an innocent...(Fucking whore!)...child of God like Amy here has
a hard time believing you'd want to be a gossiping little magpie and
break your mother's heart." He jammed his cockhead deep into my throat
and I felt his hands tighten in my hair. His balls seemed to jump
beneath my fingers, wet and hot with spit that had run down the shaft.
His cock swelled and then Monsignor Hardin was shooting his creamy
load straight into my tummy, groaning and bucking his hips. "Swallow
it, Amy...Swallow you little slut!" he urged, but I didn't even have to
swallow, he was buried so far in me, I just had to hold my breath and
feel his sperm filling my belly, warming me and making my pussy
tighten with the thought.

He let me lift my head just enough to keep the tip between my lips as
I took a deep breath. Cum dribbled out of him still, coating my tongue
and I swirled it around my open mouth as I rubbed his cock back and
forth across my face. My lips felt swollen and bruised, and my throat
was sore from being fucked so long, but I loved it. I swallowed the
remnants of his salty sperm, savoring the taste and texture as I added
it to the big load already in my stomach.

"Good girl, Amy. How would you like to go to Notre Dame on a full
scholarship?" Monsignor Hardin chuckled and then looked at the screen.
I followed his gaze and licked my lips and then my fingers, slowly,
one by one. Laura looked very penitent indeed, almost as if she were
ready to cry.

"I...I'm sorry Father, I didn't mean..." She started, but Monsignor Hardin
cut her off.

"I know, my dear, I know...We were just confessing, you told me your
sins and I'm ready to forgive you now. If," he said seriously,
stroking my hair as I still knelt there, "if you're truly sorry and
realize the importance of keeping everything that's said..." He looked
down at me as I nuzzled his flaccid cock. "...and done...In the
confessional secret."

"Oh yes Father, I am sorry! I just...forgot for a minute, I wasn't going
to...to...say anything!"

"Good, now why don't you apologize to Amy and then everyone will feel
a lot better."

"Amy, I'm sorry I uh, overheard your confession and I swear I'll never
tell anyone anything." She said it softly, but it sounded sincere to
me.

"Oh, that's okay Laura, thank you." I didn't know what else to say.

"Now you girls get to class, er...Maybe you should visit the little
girl's room first, Amy. And Laura, you stop by my office this
afternoon, right after lunch, we'll talk some more about your
scholarship."

"Yes Father." We both said at the same time.

I stepped out and so did Laura, so we were standing there awkwardly
for a moment.

"Here." She said, digging a tissue out of her purse. "You have some,
uh...some...here..." She dabbed at some cum that was sticking to my cheek.

"Thanks." I looked down at my blouse; it was pretty wet like I'd
spilled something all over myself. And my face and neck and even the
tops of my boobs were sticky. "I guess I got a little messy." I
giggled, for some reason feeling a little self-conscious and Laura
giggled too.

"I've never...I...Is it hard? Doing that?" She asked and I could tell she
was nervous too. We started walking out of the chapel slowly side by
side. Pausing to dip our fingers in the holy water and making the sign
of the cross.

"No, uh-uh, it's really easy once you know how." I licked my lips,
still tasting Monsignor Hardin and gave a little burp that tasted like
cock and sperm. "Oops!" I giggled again and so did Laura.

"Are you really a whore?" She asked me.

I'd already decided I was going to let Tama's brother fuck me for
money, so I nodded. "Yeah, I am."

We left the chapel and walked down the sidewalk in the fresh morning
air. "My mom's a whore." Laura said finally.

"I thought Monsignor Hardin said she was a dancer." I looked at her,
wondering what Laura's mom looked like. Laura was tall and thin, maybe
5'10" and not even wearing heels, and very pretty in the sunshine. I
wished I were tall. And she had nice tits too, really pointy under her
white blouse, but that was probably just her bra.

"Well, she dances too. She's an exotic dancer, but mostly she's a
whore." Laura said softly.

"Oh." We walked in silence for half a block before we turned the
corner, I was going to use the cafeteria entrance, since there was a
bathroom close by there. "Monsignor Hardin told me that the good Lord
had a special place in his heart for whores."

"Really?" Laura looked at me, looking almost hopeful and I wondered
what the deal was with her and her mom.

"Yeah." I smiled at her. "Mary Magdalene was a whore and Jesus loved
her." That seemed like pretty good evidence to me.

"Yeah." Laura smiled and surprised me with a hug, even though I was
pretty damp. I hugged her back and she thanked me, whispering it in my
ear. I whispered that she was welcome in hers.

"Do you want to come to my place sometime after school? You can have
dinner with us and meet my mom, if you want. We eat early because
she...works...nights, you know." She said it like she half expected me to
laugh at her and I thought she'd probably never invited anyone to her
house before. I realized that Laura Lovejoy was probably pretty lonely
inside.

So I kissed her, just a little one on the lips like friends do
sometimes. "Yeah, I'd love to!" I said. She looked a little surprised,
but not mad because I'd kissed her, and pleased too.

"What's your class schedule like?" She asked me and we compared,
finding we both had study hall from 10-11 every morning. "Do you want
to, um, study together...or something?" Her shyness was cute.

"Sure, yeah. I'd like it a lot." I nodded and smiled.

"Good, I'll uh...I'll see you in 3rd period tomorrow, okay? In the
library" I nodded again and Laura reached into her purse again,
pulling out a little peppermint candy and handing it too me. "Your,
um...your breath is..." She giggled and so did I.

"Bad?" I popped the candy into my mouth as she nodded. "Thanks Laura.
See you later!"

"Bye Amy!" She said and went the other way, turning to catch me as I
was going through the doors. "Don't forget! The library!"

And that was how I became friends with Laura Lovejoy and decided to
become a whore. Like her mom. Weird huh?

=-=-=

end
copyright Rachael Ross
Intended for FREE distribution to adults only
Send question, comment, inquiry to rache696@yahoo.com and pray for a
reply, I check email regularly on Halloween and the Ides of March.


Down here is a list of `chapters' with story codes.

Chapter I (Introductions and Homework) - M/f, m/f, Mast, Relig, Humor
Chapter II (Trying to get to Cheerleading Camp) - FF/f, F/f, M/f, Inc,
BDSM, Rom
Chapter III (Confessions of a Catholic Schoolgirl) - f/f, M/f, rom,
oral, relig
Chapter IV (The Strange Case of Doctor von Siemein) - M/TG/f, rom,
inc, med, fist
Chapter V (A Tale of Two Uncles) - M/f, F/f, f/dog, beast, voyeur,
mast, rom
Chapter VI (The Funny Thing About Laura's Mom) - M/F/f, first, oral,
prost

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