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Please note: All characters in this story are fictitious, any
similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The
author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the
activities detailed in this story, some of which are dangerous or
illegal.
Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality.
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Megan Becomes an Altar Girl Written by Janus Copyright 2003
All my stories can be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Janus/www
Megan fidgeted impatiently on the chair in the rectory. The
twelve year old was waiting for the school priest, Father Edward,
to meet her. Megan was a good student, very well-behaved and
very good grades. She was about to finish seventh grade at the
top of the class but now that it was almost summer vacation, her
parents were worried that she would have too much free time on
her hands. After discussing the matter with the teachers, her
parents decided that Megan should start volunteering with the
church.
"Just think Megan," her mother told her, "maybe you'll be an
altar girl! Wouldn't that be exciting to be helping the priest
during Sunday service?"
Megan just shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't exactly thrilled
with the idea but she was accustomed to listening to her parents.
To her, there was no possibility in her mind for dissent against
her parents' wishes.
The year was 1974. Civic and community service were natural,
particularly in Midwest, and the suburbs of Minneapolis were no
different. People commonly attended Bowling Leagues, volunteered
for to work with Boys / Girl Scouts, and participated in their
church functions. Since she attended a Catholic school, it
seemed only natural for Megan's parent to have her volunteer at
the school church. Several of Megan's friends had been altar
girls and they didn't seem to mind.
The door to Father Edward's office opened. In his 50s, he was a
tall man although somewhat stout in girth. Megan had never
considered him to be fat but he definitely had some extra pounds
on him. Today he was wearing his every priest clothes of dark
slacks and button down shirt, along with his collar of course.
"Megan?" he smiled at her. "Come on in."
Megan rose and followed him into his office, a small room with a
desk and bookshelves. She took a seat at on of the chairs in
front of his desk. Father Edward considered her as she entered
the room and seated herself. Megan was a pretty girl with a
well-proportioned face and shoulder-length light brown hair.
Unlike other twelve year olds, Megan was not perfectly skinny but
instead had delicate curves to her. Since she came here directly
after school, she still wore her uniform of a plaid skirt (well
below the knee of course) and a white polo shirt. Father Edward
noted with satisfaction that her appearance seemed very
well-kept: her clothes were very clean and unwrinkled and she
even comported herself in an obedient and polite manner.
"So Megan, your parents tell me they want you to start working
here at the church during summer vacation."
"Yes, Father Edward."
"Are you excited about working here?"
"Uh, yes..."
Father Edward laughed at her hesitation. "Megan, you shouldn't
worry about a thing. I understand that it's summer vacation and
you want to have fun. But I promise you, I won't make you work
the entire time you're here." The priest leaned across his desk
and winked at the girl. "You'll see, it will be fun and maybe
you'll get to be an altar girl."
Megan shyly smiled back at the beaming priest behind his desk.
Father Edward had always been nice to her but she had never
talked to him before. It was odd to have such an everyday
conversation with him.
"Is it hard to become an altar girl?" Megan asked timidly.
Father Edward waved a dismissive hand. "Of course not. You'll
start out helping me at the church, you know, cleaning and
preparing and such. Once you get the hang of it, you'll be an
altar girl in no time. And won't that be fun?" He grinned at
her.
Megan blushed. "Yes Father."
On Monday morning the following week, Megan woke up at 9 am to
get ready for her first day working at the church. The schedule
her parents and Father Edward agreed upon was 10 am to noon every
weekday. After getting dressed in some shorts and a t-shirt,
Megan quickly had some cereal before bicycling over to the
church.
She knocked on the rectory door. Father Edward opened it,
dressed just like last time in his dark slacks and collar. Megan
wondered if he had any other clothes besides those. She didn't
ask of course since it would be much too impolite.
"Hello, Megan!" Father Edward smiled at her. "You're right on
time! We're going to head over to the church to clean up after
the 8 am mass."
Once in the church, he took her to the dressing area which held
the priestly robes and other religious garments. "We keep all
the robes and things over here in the church but the washing
machine is in the rectory," he explained. "You can take this box
here and we'll carry it back." Megan dutifully picked up the box
of robes and followed Father Edward.
"In addition," Father Edward continued, "the communion chalices
need to be washed every day but we have to bring those back to
the rectory too since there's nowhere to clean them here." On
the counter were several empty chalices that the priest took.
"Let's go," he said cheerfully. On the short walk back to the
rectory, Father Edward chatted warmly to fill the silence.
"So Megan, do you have other plans for this summer vacation?"
"No, Father, not really. I think we might go camping or
something."
"Camping! That's exciting. Do you have a big family?"
"No, Father. I'm an only child."
"Is it lonely to be an only child?" The priest looked at her
with concern.
Megan shrugged her shoulders. "A little. My parents both work
and they volunteer a lot too. My dad is head of the neighborhood
community organization and my mom does a lot of stuff in her
Women's Circle group."
Father Edward nodded thoughtfully.
They spent the rest of the two hours doing laundry and washing
the chalices. When they were done, there were other odd jobs to
do around the rectory like vacuuming and some yard work. When
noon came, Megan waited for the priest to dismiss her.
"Noon already!" Father Edward exclaimed. "Megan you've been a
great, great help today. I've never had anyone who worked as
hard as you!
Megan blushed a deep crimson. Despite her good grades, her
teachers rarely praised her. "Thank you, Father."
They walked to the garage where Megan's bike was parked. "I'll
see you tomorrow then, right?" the priest asked, wheeling the
bicycle to her.
"Yes, Father," Megan agreed. "I'll see you tomorrow!"
Father Edward smiled as he watched the twelve year old
disappear down the street on her bike. "She's such a good girl,"
he murmured to himself.
The rest of the week continued as that first day had. Father
Edward and Megan would pick up the cleaning at the church and
then head for the rectory where they spent the rest of the time
doing work around the house. Megan didn't mind the work and she
actually grew to like talking with Father Edward. He spoke to
her kindly and never treated her as a child, which she detested.
He was the only adult who seemed to take the time to listen to
her.
On Friday, they had were finishing up the chalices as well as
some dirty dishes left over in the rectory sink. The washing
machine meanwhile as taking care of the robes. Megan waited for
the priest to move on to the next set of chores. Instead, he
plopped down on the living room couch and indicated for Megan to
join him.
"Well, Megan," he said, crossing his legs, "I've had a long
week and I think we need a break. Don't you think so?"
Megan nodded. Father Edward got up and went to the kitchen.
He returned, carrying two bottles of Coca-Cola and a plate of
brownies. He set them on the coffee table.
"Help yourself, Megan," he urged. "Want to watch some
television?"
"Okay."
Father Edward and Megan sat down, sipping their Cokes and
enjoying the brownies. They idly watched TV for a moment. Megan
shifted uncomfortably on the couch.
"Shouldn't I be working or something, Father Edward?" Megan
asked anxiously.
Father Edward laughed warmly and patted her on the knee. "It's
okay, Megan. We've worked hard this week and we deserve a break!
Especially you, because you worked extra hard this week."
Megan smiled and flushed at the priest's praise. "As a matter
of fact," Father Edward continued, "I have a little something for
you..." He disappeared again into the kitchen and came back with
a small box, wrapped in a ribboned bow.
"It's for you," he said, offering it to her. "For working so
hard."
Megan was taken aback as she took the box from him. Opening it
carefully so as not to tear the ribbon, she removed the lid to
reveal a golden chain with a tiny gold cross on it.
"Oh Father Edward," she said, "it's beautiful! Thank you so
much!"
"You're welcome, Megan. Would you like me to help you put it
on?"
"Yes please." Megan turned around and gathered her brown hair
into a ponytail, allowing the priest access to her neck. Father
Edward unclasped the chain and fitted it around her neck,
ensuring first that the cross was well centered on her upper
chest. He let his fingers touch the warm skin beneath her adam's
apple, pretending to smooth the gold chain against her. He
marveled at how soft and silky these young girls' necks always
felt.
Megan felt herself flush slightly at priest's touch. Even when
at the doctor or the barber, she always felt a tingle when she
was touched. Father Edward's hands on her neck made her feel the
same way. Megan turned to face the priest.
"Thank you, Father," she said shyly. She was looking at the
ground when she said it but she slowly lifted her eyes until she
met his eyes and saw him smiling at her. Bashfully, she smiled
back at him.
"A pretty girl like you should smile more often, Megan," the
priest declared, watching the girl blush yet again. "And you
know what else? Next Monday, I think we can start your training
to be an altar girl. You've deserved it." The priest reached
out and gently rubbed her shoulder. Megan looked at the friendly
priest and smiled, this time not as shyly as before.
On Monday, Megan woke up and got ready with a bounce in her
step. Even as she cycled to the rectory, she smiled and hummed
to herself. Her first week working with Father Edward was lots
of fun and now she looked forward to the time she spent at the
church and rectory. Moreover today was the day Father Edward
said she could start her training to be an altar girl. She
honestly didn't care that much about actually being an altar
girl, but she did want to please the priest because he was so
nice to her. Absentmindedly, she fingered the gold chain and
cross he had given to her last week.
Father Edward greeted her warmly at the door as usual. "Hello
Megan," he said cheerfully. "Don't you just look like an angel
with that little gold chain?" Megan blushed and then he
surprised her by giving her a hug. Megan hugged him back.
"Let's hurry and get the church cleaned up and taken care of,"
he said.
They quickly did the laundry and washing in twenty minutes.
Then Father Edward had Megan sit in the living room while he
retrieved some boxes from his closet. The bigger one held a 16
mm film projector and the second held numerous reels of film.
The priest began setting up the equipment.
"Megan, could you draw the blinds, please?" he asked. Soon the
room was darkened and Megan sat waiting expectantly on the couch.
"These are educational films," explained Father Edward. "They
were made for both altar boys and girls." He turned off the
lights, darkening the room completely. "Why don't you watch the
first one and I'll go make some popcorn?"
"Okay," Megan agreed. He left the room, closing the door
behind him. The movie started. It wasn't terribly exciting,
Megan decided. The narrator talked about the importance of
keeping the religious robes clean when wearing, as well as the
necessity of helping the priest and being obedient. The voice
also discussed the sacred bond between the priest and his altar
boys and girls, how they were servants of God and separate from
ordinary people. Megan did her best to pay attention, if only
because she wanted to impress Father Edward.
The movie lasted only ten minutes. Father Edward didn't return
before the end, so Megan switched on the lights and turned off
the machine to keep the film reel from flapping against the
machine. Curiously, she glanced inside the box that held the
other films and noticed there were several other canisters
inside. Apparently they had much to watch.
Father Edward returned, carrying a bowl of popcorn and some
bottles of Coca-Cola. "All finished then?" he asked. Megan
nodded.
"I'll load up the next one," Father Edward said, handing Megan
the bowl and a bottle of Coke. Soon the film was playing and
Father Edward turned off the lights and seated himself next to
Megan. The priest sat down close next to her and, very casually,
put an arm around her shoulder while reaching for some popcorn
with his other hand. Megan felt a sudden rush as she felt his
arm around. Almost childishly, she let herself snuggle in closer
to him until her cheek lightly brushed his shirt.
This movie was about the actual duties of an altar server during
a service. The narrator stressed that an altar server should
never question a priest's orders. Megan again listened intently.
She was about to take a drink from her bottle of Coke when she
felt something cold and wet spill down her front.
"Oh no," Father Edward exclaimed. "I'm sorry Megan, I just
spilled my Coke on you. That was very clumsy of me."
The lights were switched on and Megan indeed had a rather large
stain of Coke on her shirt, right on her chest. "Don't move,"
the priest commanded. He left the room and returned with a
dampened towel.
"I'm sorry again, Megan, " he apologized. "I wasn't paying
attention. Let me clean you up..." With one hand he held
Megan's shoulder while his other used the towel to wipe at
Megan's shirt.
Megan stood still through the priest's ministrations. Inwardly
she felt some shame that she was still so flat and undeveloped
and Father Edward was so clearly seeing her that way now. But
the priest used the damp towel to wipe at a rather large area of
her chest and when he passed over her nipples, it made her feel
strange. Inside she felt a rush of warmth and embarrassment at
being touched. She felt her nipples become hard and that
embarrassed her even more because she knew they were visible
through her thin t-shirt. Megan wanted him to stop but he held
her tightly by the shoulder.
"There," the priest said, "I think I got most of it out." He
stopped his rubbing with the towel. A wave of relief rushed
through Megan.
"Thank you," she said quietly, almost whispering. She felt very
self-conscious all of a sudden. Father Edward sensed her
discomfort.
"Look, I'm sorry Megan. If you want, we can call it a day and
you can go home. There's plenty of time to watch the films
tomorrow," he counseled.
"Okay." Megan meekly made her way to the door.
"See you tomorrow!" Father Edward called out cheerfully.
"Yes, Father," Megan replied obediently. "See you tomorrow."
The next day, Megan felt only biked to the rectory feeling a
minor sense of trepidation. When the priest touched her
yesterday, she felt very confused. On the one hand, she wanted
him to stop, but on the other hand his attention made her feel
nice inside. Like when he hugged her or put his arm around her.
The priest let her in when she rang the doorbell. She noticed
on the kitchen sink that the chalices had all already been
washed. And downstairs she heard the telltale rattle and hum of
the washing machine. Father Edward smiled at her sheepishly.
"I already did most of the chores," he explained. "It was my
penance for being so clumsy yesterday." Megan started to speak
but he interrupted her. "Really, Megan, it was all my fault. And
to make amends, I got you a little something."
So saying, he led her to the living room where an oblong, flat
box sat next to the 16 mm projector. He handed Megan the box.
She took it and looked hesitantly at the priest who smiled
encouragingly. Opening the box, Megan found inside it a very
pretty dress, dark maroon with a pattern of little white flowers.
Megan gasped.
"It's beautiful," Megan said, stunned. "Thank you."
Father Edward hugged her. "You deserve it for being such a
wonderful girl," he said, holding by the shoulders and looking
into her eyes. Megan self-consciously averted her eyes to the
floor. "And now, should we get back to the matter of training?"
Megan and Father Edward sat down together on the couch and
watched two more 16 mm films. The day passed without incident
and Megan biked home that day clutching the box that held the
dress.
The following morning, Wednesday, she put on the dress and
admired herself in the mirror. The dress fit perfectly and it
was still long enough for her to bicycle comfortably in it. She
decided to wear it to please Father Edward. He would be
impressed and appreciative, she was sure.
"Why Megan, don't you look so pretty today!" Father Edward
gushed as he opened the door. Megan blushed at his praise. He
had her turn around for him and she did so happily. "You're the
prettiest girl in the world," he declared.
They walked to the living room. Megan noticed immediately that
the furniture was different. Where the couch had been, there was
now only an armchair.
"I had to have it cleaned," Father Edward said. "It was
getting too many stains on it." Megan nodded. But in reality,
the priest had simply moved the couch down to the basement. He
had good plans for Megan today.
"Are there still films to study?" Megan asked.
"Actually," Father Edward replied, "you finished the entire
sequence of videos yesterday. I think we just need to practice a
church service now for you to become a real altar girl."
"Oh," Megan said. "What about all those other reels in the
box? What are those?"
Father Edward nodded thoughtfully. "Those also are educational
videos, but not for altar servers. They're a little hard to
explain. Perhaps you'd just like to watch one and decide for
yourself?"
"Okay," Megan agreed, ever subservient.
Father Edward began loading the reel. "You go ahead and sit in
the armchair. I have to make some phone calls so you can watch
the first movie by yourself." The reel began to play and he left
the darkened room.
The title of the movie was "The Miracle of the Human Body".
The film showed a family of four walking along a sidewalk. The
narrator asked, "Have you ever wondered how families are made?
Where do babies come from? What is sex? We'll try to answer
those questions for you today."
Megan felt her heart skip. Her mother had given her a vague
talk about families and babies and sex once, but the conversation
left her mostly confused. She knew that it involved the sperm
and the egg and the area in between people's legs. But that was
all. The movie began by showing diagrams of men and women's
bodies, describing things like testicles and ovaries. Being a
smart girl, Megan understood the terms and location of the
internal organs. Bu the shock was yet to come.
"How does the sperm reach the egg?" the narrator asked. "The
sperm comes in the form of semen which comes from a man's penis."
Suddenly there was a naked man on the screen. Megan's heart
skipped again. She had never seen a grown man's penis before.
She knew that boys used it to pee but that was all. The onscreen
man's crotch was hairy, his scrotum and testicles (she knew the
terms now) hung loosely along with his penis. Megan felt a
certain warmth inside her, like yesterday when Father Edward was
touching her chest.
"When a man becomes sexually excited," the narrator intoned,
"his penis grows in size, becoming erect and hard due to the
increased blood flow." Fascinated, Megan watched as the onscreen
man began to stroke his penis and it indeed grew. Soon it stuck
straight out from his body. The man stopped stroking and the
camera zoomed in on his erect penis. Megan felt a funny feeling
in between her legs, like wetness. Her breathing increased ever
so slightly.
The screen then changed and showed a woman lying on what
appeared to be a doctor's examining table. She had her legs
spread and her genitals were open on display. Megan was still
spellbound. She had seen her own body but it was nothing like
this woman's with her full breasts and developed crotch. The
camera moved in close to show her crotch, which, like the man's,
had some hair on it. The narrator spoke but Megan was too lost
in her own world to listen. The woman vaginal lips were well
developed and much bigger than hers. The woman then reached down
with her hands and spread her lips. Megan briefly heard the
narrator say something about a clitoris. She was entranced
though by the sight of the woman's pink inner lips and the
darkened hole of what Megan assumed was her vagina.
The camera then zoomed out and the naked man from before
appeared in the same room with the woman. He strode over to
where she lay, legs still spread. The camera shifted angle and
Megan stopped breathing when she saw the man place his penis at
the entrance to the woman's vagina. It clicked inside her head
and she realized immediately how the sperm was delivered to the
egg.
"Once sufficiently hard," the narrator said, "the man commences
sexual intercourse by inserting his penis into the vagina."
Captivated, Megan watched the purple head of the man's penis
disappeared as it slipped inside the woman. It continued to
disappear until the penis was no longer visible and the man and
woman seemed connected by their crotches. The narrator spoke
again, "Once the man ejaculates, the sperm in his semen will
fertilize the woman's egg and make her pregnant. In nine
months," the screen changed to an image of the man and woman
holding an infant, "a baby will be born, continuing the circle of
life." The movie ended.
Megan sat quietly, digesting all the new information. She
liked learning about sex but she felt uncomfortable because she
had learned about it at the rectory. For some reason, it felt
wrong. Father Edward re-entered the room and turned off the
machine.
"Well, what did you think Megan?" the priest asked amiably.
Megan blushed, feeling deep embarrassment. "It was okay."
"Did you learn a lot?"
Megan could only nod. Father Edward began rummaging through
the reel box. "Let's watch another one, shall we? Together?"
Megan felt her face grow hotter. "Um, I don't know," she
stammered. "Don't you think we should... uh, do the chores or
maybe... I ... we could, um, practice the altar service stuff for
..."
Father Edward cut her off. "Nonsense," he said firmly.
There's always time for that tomorrow." He squinted to read the
label on the reel canister in his hand. "We'll watch this one.
I think you'll find it much less clinical and cold than the last
one." The reels began to whir and wind.
"Now let's sit down together, shall we?" Father Edward seated
himself in the armchair. Megan unsure of what to do, stood idly
by until he took her hand and pulled her close to him. "I know
you're twelve years old Megan, but that doesn't mean you're too
old to sit on my lap." So saying, he pulled the reluctant girl
onto his lap.
Megan sat stiffly on the priest's lap, wishing she could leave.
"There, there, Megan," Father Edward consoled her. She felt her
hands on her shoulders, stroking and massaging her. "Just relax
honey, that's right lean back and relax..." Megan let herself be
pulled down until she reclined against his chest, her bare legs
hanging against his. Suddenly she wished she hadn't worn the
dress he gave her. Worse, the priest wrapped his hands around
her until they were clasped on her belly. She was trapped.
The movie began, but this one was much different from the
first. The scene opened on a bedroom where a woman lay naked on
the bed. A man entered from offscreen, also naked, and they
began to kiss. And touch.
Despite her discomfort, Megan's eyes were glued to the action
onscreen. She tried to ignore Father Edward's close proximity to
her. Onscreen the action had progressed considerably as Megan
watched the woman began stroking the man's penis. Like the movie
before, it grew hard in her hand. Megan was aware of that funny
wetness between her legs again but this time she felt distressed
and embarrassed about watching a movie with her priest. She
wanted to leave but at the same time she wanted to stay and
watch.
The onscreen couple began to make odd moaning noises as they
touched each other. Megan watched as the man moved his hips
closer to the woman's. The camera angle changed to show a
closeup of the woman's vagina and the man's penis poised to
enter it. Megan's breathing stopped again as she watched the
penis go into the vagina. While she watched, she became aware of
something pressing against her leg.
Megan froze, forgetting the sex scene unfolding on the screen.
It was Father Edward's penis. And it was pressing against her
leg. She tried to get up.
"Father Edward, I, uh, I need to go ... to the bathroom." Megan
sat up but the priest pulled her back down against him.
"Now now, Megan," he said soothingly, "there's no need to be
embarrassed. You stay here. With me." The resistant girl
reluctantly sat back against his chest. She had slightly shifted
position so now she felt the hard penis pressing against her
bottom. Worse yet, Father Edward had moved his left hand up to
her chest and began to stroke her nipples, like yesterday except
this time he wasn't using a towel.
Megan felt her nipple harden beneath the priest's fingers.
"What is he doing?" she thought to herself. Inside, Megan knew
it was wrong. But at the same time she felt an excitement grow
in her body. It felt very wet now between her legs. She
wondered if she had wet herself. An embarrassed but pleasurable
flush spread across her body. Her eyes returned to she screen
where the man was now quickly thrusting his hips, his penis just
a blur as it moved in and out of the woman. Both were moaning
and sighing.
Megan was so momentarily mesmerized by the sex that she didn't
notice Father Edward's right hand move towards her leg and inch
up her dress. She unexpectedly felt the pressure of a hand
between her legs. Again she froze and forgot about the movie.
Father Edward's fingers began to massage her crotch, her
underwear soaking up the moisture of her vagina. Megan inhaled
sharply when his finger pressed against a certain spot. Her
clitoris, the narrator had said? It was no accident either, for
Father Edward began rubbing harder and harder at that spot when
she had gasped.
Megan faced a dilemma. She wanted to leave the rectory. But
instead she was trapped here with Father Edward, with a naughty
movie playing and his hands touching her. She squirmed in his
lap and became aware again of his hard penis pressing against her
bottom. Awkwardly, she wriggled in his lap some more, wanting
desperately to leave, to get as far away from the rectory as
possible. Unfortunately, her movement only caused Father
Edward's penis to rub harder against her butt and he let out a
moan, just like the actors were.
Megan's stomach turned and she felt a wave of nausea. Father
Edward felt the girl stiffen in his arms, trying to pull away
from him but he gripped her tightly against him. He redoubled
his efforts, rubbing her clit harder through her now soaked
underwear. He heard Megan gasp again and a small whine escaped
her lips. She squirmed again, half trying to escape and half
giving in to the new sensations overwhelming her twelve year old
body. Without stopping his incessant fondling of her clit,
Father Edward used his free hand to hold the writhing preteen
against him. His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her
snugly against the bulge in his slacks.
Megan's thoughts rushed by her at sixty miles per hour. Father
Edward's hands relentlessly stroked her private area, bringing
warm feelings rushing about her. Yet she still wanted him to
stop. This new pleasure racing through her young body
overshadowed her self-consciousness and embarrassment but her
deeply seated inhibitions told her it was wrong to do this. Her
eyes focused on the screen, locking on the thrusting hard penis.
Megan felt that wave of excitement again, when she saw her first
erect penis during the first movie.
All of a sudden, the pleasure and warmth building inside her
came to a head. It was as if inside her a dam was about to
burst, for the pressure was too great. The water forcing against
the dam until it couldn't hold anymore, like the insurmountable
pleasure that now threatened to drown her.
"Please... Father. Stop... It feels funny...Stop.. I don't...
please, please.... St*..."
The dam broke. Terrified, Megan felt the wave rush through her
from head to toe. Uncontrollably, her back arched and she
whimpered in fear. What was happening? The simmering pleasure
had developed into a tsunami that now crashed about inside her.
Scared and panicking, Megan wondered how long this would last.
It felt like hours. Was she dying? Was this what dying was
like? Does it feel like this to ascend to heaven?
Slowly the waves ebbed away inside her and she felt her sense
returning. The movie had ended and the screen was black. She
heard the flap-flap sound of the film reel as it wound helplessly
against the tape flange. Perspiration had formed on her
forehead. Then she felt Father Edward's arm holding her wasit,
holding her still against his breathing body beneath her. And
then she felt it again. The hard bulge in his pants still
pressing against her butt. His penis.
Megan scrambled out of the chair. This time, Father Edward let
her. In the low light of the room she quickly glanced at his
face, seeing nothing but an inscrutable visage hidden in the
shadows. Megan looked at the floor.
"Father Edward... I um, I think I should go now..." she
trailed off.
"Well, certainly Megan," the warm and familiar voice agreed.
"If that's what you want."
Megan's eyes never left the floor. She hurried to open the
door, momentarily blind from the bright sun that streamed through
it. Straightening her dress, she realized with shame that her
underwear was completely drenched, as if she had wet herself.
What had happened?
Behind her she heard Father Edward approaching. She pushed
herself over the threshold and quickly walked down the stairs of
the front porch. She heard him speak.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Megan."
Megan froze at the bottom stair. There was no interrogative
tone to his voice. He was commanding, not asking. Megan didn't
turn around but she replied, "See you tomorrow, Father." And
hearing the door close behind her, the twelve year old rushed to
the garage where her bicycle was parked.
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Please send feedback about this story. Thanks for reading.
~Janus janus_md@hotmail.com
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