Confession duty

(Inspired by ReverendS The Confessional)

After the mass a couple hours before I usually went out I walked towards the back of the main hall. Hidden away behind a wall stood a small confessional booth with a door on either side.

The booth was cosy, with its carved wooden panels and the faint scent of incense lingering in the air. I took a seat on the other side of the lattice screen, positioned to listen and offer guidance to the faithful.

The old wooden door creaked open, and the soft shuffle of footsteps announced the arrival of my first confessor for today. A young woman by the soft and embarrassed voice.

“Forgive me, Sister, for I have sinned,” she began hesitantly. Her voice carried a mixture of guilt and shame that made me wonder what she was confessing for.

I nodded, even though the woman couldn't see me. “What is weighing on your heart?”

The young woman took a deep breath, and I could hear the quiver in her voice.

“Yesterday my dear friend Susie invited me to stay over, we planned to prepare for the harvest festival together and mostly talked about the recent rumours going around and last years festival.”

I didn’t know Susie but I imagined both of them should be around my age as well. Picturing them as typical village girls in my head with Susie being brunette and this girl here having red hair and freckles. I did so mostly for my own amusement as I couldn’t see her and wasn’t even sure if that was her friend’s real name. It wouldn’t be strange to use some made up name not to implicate others.

She paused, a good sign that she was getting to the 'sinful' part.”but when she suddenly started talking about boys I let it slip that I hadn't kissed a boy yet. She's much more experienced than me, and I was embarrassed when she didn't believe me at first."

“Last time during the festival she had vanished with a boy behind the barn while I had been too much of a scaredy-cat to go along with anyone.” She admitted.

"Go on."

"Yes, well.." she stammered for a moment, and I feared she would lose her nerve. "So she started telling me how great it felt, and how she loved kissing boys, and couldn't imagine not knowing what fun it was, and I just got more and more embarrassed. That's when she asked me if I wanted her to show me what it felt like."

I almost gulped audibly trying to keep my mind from reading too much into the situation. "And what did you say?"

"Well, I was so embarrassed by now, I felt like I would have been a chicken if I said no."

"And so you said yes?" I prodded her to continue.

"Yes."

"And did she show you?"

"Yes." Suddenly she wasn't as free with the details. I'd have to draw them out of her.

"And how did she show you?"

There was a long pause before she answered. "She kissed me."

The scene in my head started moving, and I could see her becoming a little nervous and quiet as the brunette slides closer to her, leans over slowly, and gently touches her lips to hers, both with eyes closed as their mouths press together.

"Did you like it?"

Another pause. "Yes."

Her lips tremble slightly as the brunette kisses harder, parting her mouth slightly.

"Did you kiss her back?"

Quieter this time, almost a whisper. "Yes Sister, I did."

The girl parts her mouth as well, and their two tongues intertwine with one another, flicking along lips and exploring the other. The brunette places her hand on the girl's thigh while their tongues play.

I suddenly realised that my imagination was getting the best of me, and I was becoming aroused, physically as well as mentally. I could feel my pussy getting moist as I envisioned this forbidden love. I hoped she couldn't hear it in my voice that I was getting excited myself.

"What happened next?"

"Well, that was it. She kissed me, and I was just too stunned to answer and she laughed at me teasing me for being such a prude, she went back to talking shortly after as if nothing happened."

"That is all you need to confess to?" It looked as if my fun was already over.

"Um, no. Later that night, after we went to sleep, something else happened.

We were both sleeping on her bed that night."

The audience in my mind cheered as the scene was quickly recast. Now I had both girls, skimpily dressed in nightgowns on top of the bed, a slight sheen of sweat from the mid autumn night glistening on their bodies. This vision did nothing to lessen my overactive fantasy and slight jealousy.

"We must have cuddled up in our sleep," she continued, "because I woke up in the middle of the night, and we were pressed up together. Susie's head was next to mine, and her one arm was curled up on top of me, with her hand resting on my..." She froze, embarrassed to continue. I knew exactly where Susie's hand had been, but I needed to hear her say it.

"Where was her hand. This is very important." I insisted.

"Her hand was on my boob. She was asleep and all, but she kept wiggling around, and she was breathing on my neck, and every time she moved her fingers would rub against my..."

"Go on, its okay." Oh god, don't stop now, I thought.

"Um, my nipple. And between her breath and her fingers, I.." She trailed off again, but by now I had already envisioned the delicate fingers cupping her breast, her nipple hardening visibly through the fabric. I was getting wetter now feeling my panties moist and even my nipple slightly stiff from her confession.

It was then that I caught a sigh from the girl that sounded different from the others, something more involved. I decided to take a chance, hoping I read the noise right."

"So you found yourself aroused by your friend's closeness, aroused sexually."

"Yes, Sister."

I pushed a little more. "So the combination of her hot breath on your neck, along with her absently playing with your breast, got you excited?"

"Yes." There was a pause after her answer, and then I heard it again, that gentle sigh, almost a subtle gasp. She was getting as excited talking about it as I was listening.

"And talking about how you felt, is it effecting you now?"

There was a scary second of silence when I thought she would flee the confessional, but then she answered, "Yes, it is."

The scene in my head sprung back into action as I got her rolling again.

"What did you do, that night, when you became aroused by your friend's actions?"

"Um, I played with myself."

"Please be more specific, it is important." Once again, I knew what she meant, but I had to hear it from her, needed to hear those words from the innocent girls lips.

"I, uh, reached down and played... er, rubbed my..." she struggled for a non-offensive word, but blurted out "pussy."

Hearing her use the word any other nun might have scolded her, but instead it drove my fantasy even further, hearing such an innocent girl indulging in her hidden lust was to much to bear for me and I started playing with myself while listening in.

I nearly choked on the excitement when I asked her the next question.

"When you rubbed it, was it wet?"

"Yes." There was no mistaking the tone in her voice now; she was definitely aroused, and not trying to hide it. I had to push it further.

"Are you wet right now, thinking about that night?"

There was another long pause. She probably had an idea how turned on I was as well, but I couldn't bring myself to be worried about it. All I cared about now was feeding the images in my mind of this young girl lying on her bed, her friend curled up next to her, rubbing her needy pussy through her panties, soaking them with her juices. Finally, she answered.

"Yes, I am."

"What you should do," I could hardly believe I was saying this, "is rub your pussy now like you did that night. It's okay to do so, I won't mind."

Not only didn't I mind, I was desperately trying to hike up my robe without making any noise, so I could proceed with some rubbing of my own. As hot as the bedroom scene had been getting, a new image had now entered my thoughts, a vivid picture of the girl on the other side of the confessional, skirt hiked, fingers sliding beneath her underwear. The silence was deafening now, as I could practically hear her pulling up her skirt, hesitantly touching herself. Feeling my pussy throb with my heartbeat as I listened intently.

"Are you playing with yourself?" I asked, needing to know. "Like you were that night?"

"Yes, Sister, I am." When she finally answered, her voice was filled with heated gasps and moans, clear signs that she was working herself up.

I couldn't hold back anymore, and I began rubbing my cunt, fanning the flames that were now consuming me. I could hear her moaning, breathing hard as did I, both mirroring the other's actions through the partition.

"When you played with yourself that night, did you put any of your fingers inside your pussy?"

"Oh yes, Sister." She was becoming bolder now, the heat of the moment steeling her against the fears and inhibitions that only minutes earlier threatened to cut her confession short. "I used my fingers."

"Then use them now," I breathed. I heard a little moan from her side, and my mind began flipping back and forth between two scenes. In one the girl on the bed with her friend, hand between her legs, masturbating cautiously so as not to wake the sleeping Susie. In the other, the girl in the confessional lifting one leg onto her seat as she pulls her panties to one side, sliding a finger up and down her moist slit, getting it wet and then sliding it in, her hips gently bucking as she probes her dripping cunt with it.

Susie's head snuggling against her as she fights back any noises of pleasure, her head leaning against the confessional wall as she fingers herself. The images started coming faster and hotter, and so I started rubbing myself faster and harder in response.

The girl was moaning openly now, and I let myself moan in response as I could feel myself getting closer, our noises exciting one another.

"When you did that the other night, did you fantasize about Susie, about how it would feel if they were her fingers?"

"Oh yes," she gasped. "Every time I slipped my finger in, I secretly wished that she would wake up and start playing with my breast for real, even reach down and slide her fingers in with mine. That's what I needed to confess Sister, my nasty thoughts when I played with my wet pussy." She was getting really bold now, and she seems to be getting off on her dirty talk as much as I was.

"That's not good at all." I could barely get the words out coherently imagining all kinds of scenarios involving those two.

"Such thoughts are those of common sluts. Is that what you want to be, a dirty little slut?" I could feel myself getting close now, and was stroking my cunt feverishly in anticipation. Her response by itself almost made me come.

"But I can't help it, Sister! I can't help doing these nasty things. I don't want to be a smutty little girl, but it just feels so good when I finger myself!"

"Then shut your little mouth and finger fuck that dripping snatch!"

Our voices were getting dangerously loud now, and I was getting dangerously close to coming. We had to end this now, and together.

"Did you come when you fingered yourself that night?" I was practically rocking the booth with my trembling body, and I could swear I felt her stagger against the divider.

"Oh yes, I came so hard just thinking about Susie and feeling her warmth on me, on my neck, on my tit..."

"Then make yourself come like you did that night." I ordered her through my trembling lips. "I want to hear you come."

We both exploded, I nearly jumped up fearing I would squirt and soil the floor but thankfully I barely managed to hold it in.

At the same time I could hear her high pitched whimpering as she finally climaxed, keeping quiet like a good little girl, shaking the divider as the orgasm quaked through her and I felt my own trembling lessen slowly. It seemed as if our mutual release lasted for minutes, and the silent moments afterward as we both came down from that sexual high felt like forever. It was the girl who eventually spoke first.

“So what should I do Sister, what can I do to repent?" She asked hesitantly.

“I know it is wrong between girls but I can’t stop thinking about Susie and I fear she doesn’t feel the same. I want to kiss her again but I am too much of a coward to ask and don’t even know what I would do after.”

"There will be no penance needed. I can tell that you're a good girl at heart, even if bad thoughts do occur to you. There is also nothing in the scriptures defining love as only between men and woman and to tell you a secret I myself tend to prefer girls over boys.”

In this world there was no formal scripture forbidding it though it was still frowned upon especially in rural communities.

“Whenever you feel pent up and need someone to hear you out I will be here for you around this time until you can gather the courage to speak with Susie directly. I will cheer your love on no matter what anyone else says.”

“Thank you Sister, it feels like meeting a kindred soul. And I was afraid you would tell me to forget about Susie.” She said cheerfully.

I felt good having helped the girl find some courage and would keep my fingers crossed for them hoping Susie might have similar feelings.

“Ehmm, Sister.” Her voice was suddenly meek again.

“Yes, you can call me Claire if you want there is no need for formalities between friends.”

Even more embarrassed she stuttered.

“A little accident happened while I told you my story.” Her voice barely a whisper and I could feel she was extremely embarrassed right now.

Ah, a light came up in my head. Unlike myself the girl hadn’t been able to control herself.

“I will take care of it so don’t worry.”

There was a quiet rustling as she got herself situated, and she was gone in a rush. I still didn’t know her name but hoped she would come again to share her story.

It felt like seeing a forbidden love story from first row seats. Confession duty was shaping up to be more interesting than expected.