Mind over matter ... Right?

Moonlight spread across the middle of the Abigail's sparsely furnished room - two beds with tables, a sink, a chair, and a crucifix. She had awoken in the wee hours of the morning after a restless sleep, her loins simmering with arousal and frustration. She had been dreaming again of those same dreams that came to her every night now - Christ would come to her and know her as a man knows a woman, filling her with his divine seed. The more she tried to shut out these thoughts, the more intense they became; that night she had been ravaged not only by the lord, but all his Apostles before him. Their faces all resembled the men she had seen as priests or at mass, with Father Bradley as St. Peter. Still, the details of the lovemaking were indistinct, like an impressionist painting.

Now, laying wide awake in her bed, she struggled with her animalistic impulses. Her body was flushed and her groin seemed to writhe impulsively, as if to beg for release. After weeks of fitful sleep, her will to resist had corroded. Instinctually, she lifted her shift and moved her hand towards her hairy womanhood to soothe it, almost as if it were an itch. The sensations were overwhelming, it felt as if the fire between her legs diffused outwards across her body into a pleasant, tingling warmth as she touched her wet mound. She dared not push her fingers past the threshold into her vagina, but that didn't stop her from running them up and down her slick folds and pressing against the focal point of her clitoris.

Abigail had never felt so electrified and vital. As she relieved herself of her earthly desires, her lithe body wriggled and gyrated in satisfaction. She tried and failed to keep her whimpering moans from escaping her mouth, and fearing she would wake her roommate, Lucia, she pressed her face into the pillow and bit it. After what felt like an hour, she began to approach the edge. Her escalating heat and excitement suddenly erupted; her legs quivered uncontrollably, it seemed like her whole body became flushed red, and she let out a guttural, **** moan. For the few minutes after her climax before she fell asleep, she cried softly with both relief and shame.

The next morning, Abigail slowly awoke from the deepest, most restful sleep she had enjoyed in weeks. The sun was already high in the sky and the realization that she had slept in dawned on her. Rushing to clean herself up and change into her habit, she found a note on her bedside stand left by her roommate Lucia:

"Don't worry, I covered for you and told the others you were feeling ill. I heard you last night - you should go see father Bradley for guidance on how to deal with your temptations!"

Abigail was relieved and grateful for Sister Lucia's understanding, though she thought it a little curious that she recommended she go see Father Bradley about these matters rather than Mother Superior. Putting those thoughts aside, she vowed to confess her sins to him later that night after evening mass.