Edward's Test

After Luisa had taken a seat at the long dining table, Edward naturally wanted to sit next to her. But the abbess held him by the arm and told him sternly:

“As far as I understand, the two of you are not yet married. It is not appropriate for you to sit next to each other without a chaperone between you. At least that's what our religious rules say.”

Edward wondered why there should be standing rules in a nunnery for married and unmarried couples to sit together or apart. He didn't think that these were often needed. On the other hand, he should probably be glad to have been admitted at all as a male. Not every all-female community would be so tolerant and welcoming. Although, when he looked around and considered the countless swollen bellies, perhaps he wasn't the first to be accommodated here. All this was running through his mind, but he decided it would be best if he kept his mouth shut and his thoughts to himself.

Mother Dorothee led him to the opposite side of the dining room and assigned him a free seat among her flock. Edward greeted the two women sitting next to him on his left and right, who smiled back kindly, and tried to make himself as slim as possible so as not to intrude on them. But he had barely sat down on the hard wooden bench when he was surprised.

They edged closer, almost in sync, until they practically wedged him between them. Shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh, he could feel their body heat. But that wasn't why he was sweating. A delicate hand placed itself on his leg. Could this be a coincidence or an accident? Hardly: starting at the knee, she stroked him and slid higher and higher. At the same time, a second hand grabbed his bottom from the other side, which startled him so much that he almost jumped . He only just managed to hold back so as not to cause a commotion, but he couldn't suppress a groan.

The sisters sitting around him looked at him with polite interest and attention. Edward blushed. Did they know what was happening to him? They hardly did, because all the touching took place secretly below the edge of the table. What was happening here? Was this a joke among nuns that he couldn't understand? Or a test of his decency and resistance to temptation? He felt hot and thick beads of sweat stood out on his forehead. He was also perspiring under his black suit. And to his unspeakable shame, he could feel little Edward beginning to rise up in his pants. These were nuns and such a reaction on his part was completely inappropriate, he told himself. But the more he resisted, the worse it got.

He looked left and right at the two faces, which were so close that he could already feel their breath on his cheeks, and tried to read their intentions from their expressions. But they both looked at him with the same open, friendly smile that you would give a guest. There was nothing to indicate what was happening below his waist-line at the same time.

One hand had now reached his lap and was feeling the hard bulge under the fabric. He wanted to dodge backwards, but the pressure against his buttocks, which the other hand increased at the same time, prevented his escape. And then they both gripped hard.

“Ah!”

Edward's involuntary cry echoed off the unadorned walls. Luisa's head jerked in his direction. Across the hall, she looked at him worriedly and questioningly.

“It's nothing, my darling,” he reassured her against his better judgment, “I just grazed my knee on the leg of the table.”

How could he explain what was actually happening? His belt was undone and his zipper slowly but inexorably unzipped. Skillful fingers crept into his gaping fly from the front and wrapped themselves around his demanding, throbbing cock. A second hand slipped into the back of his loosened waistband and approached his butt.

Edward moaned and closed his eyes. Why couldn't he fight back, as he should have done long ago? Instead, he enjoyed the inappropriate caresses, slid back and forth on the seat and even rose up a little to give the intrusive limbs more space and better access.