Warning: This chapter has erotic 'adult' content. I really don't know how else to put it but consider yourself warned.

I'm sorry if this is not what you expect of me as a writer but I like to broaden my style and the characters do have a life of their own, I have to allow them to make their own choices.

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A Week Later
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My life was just one giant ball of frustration at the moment.

My grades were in the process of going downhill and it wouldn't take long to pick up speed.

I'd smoked about a pack of cigarettes in just three days and I only had one thing on my mind that I just couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried.

Gerard.

As ashamed as I was to admit it I wanted him, badly.
It wasn't just some crush anymore either. It wasn't me playing some game of trying to get him interested in me, this was serious.

I wanted him, I wanted him bad and in every way possible.
Every time I thought about him my brain went fuzzy and my heart started beating faster.

I shouldn't want a priest, should I?

No, it was wrong, the things I've thought about him. It didn't matter to me whether I was asleep or awake, he was the only thing on my mind.

I wanted-needed him to rip my clothes off and just flat out have me. I didn't care where or when it was, I didn't care if it was on a bed of friggen roses or in the church attic.

It didn't matter what he wanted to do, I'd agree to it no matter what.

I've done it once so there's gonna be none of that awkward virgin stuff in the way.
Losing my virginity, yeah that's a scene I'll never care to repeat for as long as I live.

"Lainey, what's the matter?" Iris asked, looking from her mobile phone to me, concern in her eyes.

I was in my dorm room, it was about eleven at night and if was lights out time school wide.
We were supposed to be going to sleep, getting some shut eye, having a snooze, whatever other fucking terms they have for it.

I'd been acting weird for the whole night will all the things I've had on my mind and there was no doubt I'd be freaking Iris out right now.

God damn it this situation is so fucking ridiculous, it's like I'm an addict and Gerard is my drug of choice.
That's the only way I can describe how I feel about him.

I'm not sure if I might be in love with him or just simply want Father Way to get into my pants. The only thing I was positive about want how much I wanted him in me.

"I'm fine I'm just occupied by my thoughts." I mumbled, sitting up and tapping my fingers on my legs.

There was one horrible thing about being in an all girls school, where you had to share rooms.
You never got any time to yourself, if you catch my drift and there's nowhere to do it around here.

"What would you say is the worst of the Seven Deadly Sins?" I asked her quietly, forcing myself to stop the pointless leg tapping I'd started.

"Anger's pretty bad, lust is too I guess. I don't know, it depends. Why?" I shrugged, looking at the floor and trying to think of a response that wouldn't end up as 'I want to screw the school priest.'

"If I were to commit one of those sins, what should I do?" I was relying heavily on Iris right now to give me a straight, no bullshit answer.

She put her phone on the nightstand next to her, sitting up and looking at me with a raised eyebrow before staring at the floor.

"Um, I don't really know. I guess you could see Father Way, I think he's in the church until midnight." Her saying that immediately made me remember the one time he'd mentioned the confession booth.

'If there's ever anything you need to say you've always got the confessional. I won't even know it's you.'
I nodded and stood up, Iris frowned, obviously wondering what I was doing. It probably wouldn't help considering the state I was in at the moment but it was the only thing I had.

"I think I'm gonna speak with him." I told her, grabbing my jacket from the foot of the bed and pulling it on while heading for the door.

Iris understood my mood and didn't make me say anything else as I left the room, immediately jogging down the hallway.

I zipped my jacket up as I ran down the stairs, not really caring how loud I was, if the security guards caught me I could just cry about having my period and they'd go away.

I could see the church not that far away, it still had some lights pouring from the windows, proof he was in there and by the time I reached the doors I was feeling my legs burn from the running.

Still catching my breath I pushed the doors open, expecting him to magic out of wherever it is that he hides when he's on duty.

I feel like an idiot, a complete idiot, I shouldn't have come to the church at all, I should just grow up and deal with my problems.

But that's why he's a priest right?
A priests job is to listen to people, they're kinda like psychologists.

I slowly started walking further into the church, seeing the huge dark crimson piece of fabric hanging down and separating the front of the church from the back.

Taking a deep breath I stepped around the fabric and walked up to the confession, drawing the heavy fabric back and stepping in, closing it behind me.

I sat down on the pillow separating my stupid, boney butt from the cold, hard, wooden bench.

There was the sound of someone walking into the room, then the clunking of boots on the wooden floor of the confessional.

I leant my head against the back, chewing on a lip and wondering if I should really go through with this.

"Um, oh God, I haven't done this before so don't be surprised if I fuck up." I muttered, knowing he was in his side of the confessional, listening to every word.

"Blasphemy." He chided, clucking his tongue and I pursed my lips.
He probably knows it's me just from that.

"Oh right sorry, uh, forgive me Father for I have sinned." That's what I was supposed to say, right?
So many movies can't be wrong.

"What is that of my dear?" Him saying that made my heart speed up and my lips go dry.

"I've committed one of the Seven Deadly Sins and I've broken one of the Ten Commandments I guess." I crossed my legs at the ankles and began nervously tapping my knee.

"Which ones would those be my child?" I tapped my knee even faster, contemplating standing up and walking away before I started spilling my guts.

"Well I've felt the sin of lust, I've been wanting to act on it and the other thing is that I covet something that isn't mine." Too late, already babbling, unstoppable babbling mode engaged.

"Who does the object belong to?"

"It's not really as much of an object as a person. He's a man of God and I shouldn't want him but I do." I mumbled, actually beginning to shake from my nervousness.
He'll know it's me, he's gotta.

"And how have you acted on your sin of lust?"

"Uh, I haven't. I've had thoughts and dreams but I haven't done anything." 'Yet' my mind added.

"And what have your dreams been about?" I chewed on my lip once more, a nervous habit I really needed to stop since it was more than likely my greatest tell.

"There was this one with a shower and a monkey was in it as well." That sounded much more perverted than it needed to. "I mean, the monkey wasn't actually involved in the dream, it was just me in the shower naked and you came in, I mean, that Man of God came in......." My voice trailed off, I could feel myself blushing.

"Do you ever touch yourself with these dreams in mind?"

I stopped tapping, pausing for a moment to replay what he'd just said in my head to be sure.

"No." I mumbled, I was lying by omission, pretty much the only reason I didn't was because I didn't have any privacy.

"Do you ever want to?"

Should a priest be asking that question, it was irrelevant how hot he was.

"No." This time it was a flat out lie and I'll admit to it even though I was in a confessional, in a church, denying that I ever considered getting myself off to the thought of the school priest.

"So there's never a moment at night, when the lights are off and your roommate is asleep where lie in your bed and think about what a bad girl you are for enjoying your lustful dreams?"

I swallowed hard, I'd originally come down here to talk to him, hoping it'd make me feel better (and I mean that in a completely innocent way) but this was not working at all.

If anything I felt hotter, every part of my body waking up as he talked. I seriously need to get out of here before I lose control completely.

"As your priest I think perhaps you should show me some of these naughty things you've been fantasizing about so I'll know what your punishment should be"

"I-I should go." I stuttered, standing up, pushing the curtain out of the way and stepping out of the confessional.

A hand seized my wrist and I yelped, turning to see a messy haired Gerard who had stood up and pushed the curtain aside.

"Father Way, what are you doing?" He tugged me into the confessional with him, pulling the curtain shut behind us.

My heart was beating so fast I felt like I might pass out and my mouth went dry from nerves.
I've had a dream that started exactly like this and I know very well how it ends.

I've fantasised about it enough.

Since the confessional wasn't overly spacious we didn't have much room to move around and I could easy feel him pressed against me.

I looked up at the priest, his eyes heavily shaded by a desire that put butterflies in my stomach.

"So you think you know the carnal sin my dear? That will not do, not at all." He tangled his fingers into my hair and pulled my head back before bringing his lips down on mine.

His tongue pressed against my mouth, not asking for entry, demanding it and I quickly parted my lips, letting him in.

My tongue brushed against his and I didn't even bother starting a fight I knew I wouldn't win, I simply allowed myself to submit.

His free hand ran up my chest and grabbed the zip on my jacket, tugging it down.

Managing to not break the kiss I shrugged my jacket off, disinterestedly throwing it on the wooden floor.

Next he went for the bottom of my singlet, pulling it up with his short nails briefly raking across my skin, making me moan.

I lifted my arms, helping him as he took my singlet off, leaving me standing there in my bed shorts and bra.

He pressed against me, hard enough that I could easily feel his erection through his black jeans.
He'd hardly even touched me and I already felt like my body was on fire, responding to the passion of his kisses.

Gerard untangled his fingers from my hair and drew back, leaving me gasping for breath and my heart racing.

His lips travelled down my neck, sucking on my skin and making me moan again, sounding more whorish than I ever thought I could.

My breath hitched in my throat when his hands went to my back, smoothly undoing my bra without hesitating or fumbling even for a moment.

Like my jacket and singlet before it my bra fell to the ground, leaving me almost naked.
Just one more scrap of fabric separating my skin from the darkened and dilated eyes of Father Way.

Catching me by surprise he dropped to his knees, landing almost silently on the floor.

With a look that made shivers run up my spine he slowly brought his lips to my stomach and kissed my skin.
I gasped, watching the smirk slowly build on his face the more he kissed me.

He ran his hands up my legs and nipped at the skin just above the waist of my shorts before whipping them down.

I was naked, in front of a priest.
Holy shit.
What am I doing?

Better yet what do I want him to do to me?

"You're not wearing any panties. Naughty, naughty girl."

His dirty talk was turning me on, especially when paired with his collar.

"What's your excuse?"

I couldn't make a response and only managed a whimper. His breath was hot on my skin.

"Is it for the boys?" He pushed my hips back, pinning me against the wall both physically and mentally.

I couldn't move and didn't want to.

"Is it so they can fuck you easier? Less clothing to remove?" I was far from a slut having only done it with one person, once in my whole life and he knew it.

"Or is it for me?" He slowly stood up, his eyes glowing a brighter shade of green in the dim space. "Is it for me?" he coaxed.

It was a struggle but I managed to say one word, "yes."

Making eye contact with a smile he moved his hands from my legs, giving the impression he was going to resume our kissing.

Instead he took my breath away by roughly and suddenly pushing a finger into me.
I gasped at the unexpected intrusion but moaned at the same time.

"Is it for this?"

I moaned as he added a second finger and started pumping in and out.

"Oh God." I said as all the nerves inside me came to life at once, almost knocking me off my feet.

It's been a while since the last time I got off and I could already the rush of release building up inside me.
It wouldn't be long until I came, hard.

"I would love to give you what you want but I'm afraid I can't, I'm chaste, remember?"

He took his wonderful fingers away and I had to take a moment to collect myself.

"Unless you were to give me a very, very good reason."

He'd brought me to a stage where I would do literally anything to have him inside me and he damn well knew it.

He stood still as I shakily brought my hands up, unbuttoning his black shirt while trying to regain the ability to breath properly.

I got rid of the collar, making him look like any unnaturally attractive person that you'd never bump into on the street.
So I could at least give myself the impression I wasn't going to be screwing a priest.

With his shirt completely unbuttoned I dragged it off him, dumping it on the floor with all of my clothes.
I undid his jeans and tugged the zip down, my heart briefly accelerating when my hand brushed against his hard on.

I pulled his pants down and after kicking off his shoes he managed to get his jeans off without touching them.

Time to do something that would make my parents proud.

"I always get what I want." I told him, reaching into his dark boxers and pushed them down with my other hand before wrapping my fingers around his length. I was shocked by his size and tried not to look impressed but I knew he could tell I was because I couldn't hide the look on my face. He grinned "that's all yours, for being such a good girl".
I slowly moved my hand up and down, watching the expression on his face change drastically.

His emerald green eyes closed and his head tilted back slightly.
This isn't so different from what I do to myself, except I haven't got a dick of course.

I moved my hand faster up and down his hardness, breathing heavily at the realisation of what I was doing.

He was long, not ridiculously but around ten or so inches and thickness to match so I'd definitely be feeling something when we got down to it. The sensation of nervous anticipation turned me on even more.

"Fuck." He groaned, his mouth falling open, an expression of pure bliss playing across his face.

"That dream I have, the one you want to know about. It's in the church and we fuck in the shower." At my words I felt his cock twitch and I got the feeling I was doing something right.

"But that's not my favourite. Do you want to know what my favourite dream is? It's one where we're in the confessional...and I get on my knees and blow you while you talk dirty to me." He started to say a sentence that sounded along the lines of 'sweet Jesus' but stopped himself.

Oh yeah, I forgot he doesn't allow blasphemy.
I think I'll try a little challenge called 'make the school priest take The Lord's name in vain.'
I'm pretty sure I'm committing a mortal sin so it's only fair he does too.

Trying to be as silent as possible I sunk to my knees, still quickly pumping his length.

I think the best part of the next moment was that his eyes were closed and he had no idea what I was about to do.

Slowly and somewhat hesitantly since I've never done it before, while still rhythmically sliding my hand up and down I leaned in closer and touched the tip of his cock with my lips, then sucked it into my mouth.
He almost collapsed.

Gerard's eyes flew open and he had to brace himself against the wall of the confessional while I giggled.
I'd taken my mouth, lips and tongue away but kept stroking him. "Do that again." he moaned.
"What, this?" I ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, feeling the veins and ridges as his fingers slipped into my hair.

"Fuck, yes." He muttered and I grinned, for once it was me who had all the power over him, I'm loving this.

"Would you say that it's a 'very, very good reason' for you to bang me, Mister Goody Two-Shoes?" He said something in response that came out as a growl and had to try again.

"Y-yeah." Deciding to play fairer than he did I chose to do him one little favour because it couldn't hurt.
Wasn't supposed to anyway.

Besides, I needed to complete my challenge.

Still pumping I took him into my mouth a second time, going down a little further than the head.

He was hot, very hot and I could feel the heat radiating from him against my tongue.

Something I could easily tell was that I wouldn't be able to take his whole cock in one go, or at all for that matter but I tried anyway.

I was a little over halfway down when he bucked his hips and my gag reflex kicked in, telling me to stop what I was doing.

But I'm a daredevil with access to women's magazines so I put to good use an article I'd read a long time back when I was too young to understand.

I sucked in a deep breath, covered my teeth with my lips and took more of him into my mouth, swallowing when my gag reflex started up.

"Oh my motherfuckin' God." He moaned loudly and I internally grinned feeling totally impressed with myself, for two reasons.

I'd just made the priest blaspheme and second was that I had managed to get his entire length down my throat.

"Blasphemy." I said which just came out as a humming sound and he gasped, breath hitching.

"S-stop, if you don't I'll blow." I pulled back, allowing my tongue to lick every inch as I went and a swirl around the tip at the end.

He stumbled a little, landing on the boxlike thing that was considered a seat in the churches confessional.

The look on his face was completely hot, a strange mixture of lust, shock and serenity.

I leant forward and pressed my lips to his then shifted my weight and knelt over him.

He put a hand around his length and we took a moment of kissing, tongues twining before I lowered myself and he slipped into me.

"Oh my God." I gasped, having to break away from him to get myself accustomed to the feeling.

It was intense, beyond anything I'd ever imagined. So different to my first fumbling attempt at sex. This felt perfect, my brain grew fuzzy and I got the feeling this was going to kill me since we'd hardly even done anything yet.

I slowly lifted myself, rising and falling then whimpering against his lips.
He groaned loudly and I cut the sound off with a deep kiss that took my breathing up another notch.

I could taste the sweat of his skin mixed into the kiss and my heart pounded as we picked up speed.

To suddenly get what I'd wanted for so long made me know I wouldn't last, heat grew in my fingertips and toes and I had trouble catching my breath.

He slid his hands down my thighs and kissed me harder, as if trying to win an unofficial battle that we'd begun.

"Fuck." He gasped then pressed me down harder which caused me to run my nails along his skin.

"I can't last for much longer." He muttered, breaking the contact of our mouths momentarily.

"Good because I can't either." I purred, feeling my breath catch in my voice as a near blistering heat crackled over my skin.

He started to thrust harder into me and I gripped onto him even tighter, resisting the urge to start screaming in the best possible way.
The noises I would make if I didn't restrain myself would definitely attract attention.

"I'm g-gonna cum." I stuttered before gasping as he moved into me one final time.

"Oh fuck." He groaned loudly, stopping and reaching his peak while the world seemed to go on mute.

Electricity shot through my body, making me unable to think of anything else other than the feeling of him inside of me and the wonderful bliss.

Hands fell from my thighs and I dropped my head on his shoulder, trying to catch my breath.

"You are one hell of a woman" he slurred and an uncontrollable smirk spread on my lips.

"I know" I laughed, putting my hands on the sides of the confessional and struggling to stand.

My knees felt weak and I wanted to lie down but I knew I couldn't do that.

"What are you doing?" He asked as I leant down, picking up my shorts and putting them on.

"Going back to my room. What does it look like?" I pulled my shirt on over my head, not bothering with a bra since I planned to go to sleep the second I got to the dorm.

"Aren't you going to stay here?"

I shook my head and mumbled a no before putting my jacket on.

"But if you're up to it we can do this tomorrow and the day after that and the next day..." I let my voice trail off, he knew what I meant and it was now his call.

He laughed, "Hell yes." I giggled and leant down to kiss him one last time for the night.

"Then I'll see you after mass tomorrow, Father Way."

"Lainey." He called after me and I turned around, poking my head in the confessional.

"Yes?" I answered, smiling at the priest sitting there all messy hair and sweaty, looking truly, well, fucked and gorgeous.

"I, uh, um..." he struggled with his words for a moment as if trying to make up his mind on what to say next, "one last thing." he told me, running a hand through his hair and pushing it out of his face.

"Yeah?"

He smiled, "sweet dreams."

Notes

I'll just leave these gifs here *backs off into darkness*