Moving Too Fast

Isabella took a moment to formulate her voice. It didn’t help that Jenny’s sensuous perfume infiltrated Isabella’s thoughts. After clearing her mind, Isabella softly admitted, “I don’t want to be some easy lay. I made a promise to my Dad that I’d preserve myself for marriage, just like a good Catholic girl. I don’t want to send mixed signals and hurt anyone. Not only that, but I came here to get my teaching degree.”

Jenny pulled Isabella into a sisterly hug. Isabella reciprocated and felt her face redden as Jenny’s large boobs pushed into her own more modest bust. Breaking the hug, Jenny cupped Isabella’s face and told her, “Isabella. This is the 21rst century. Only stupid perverts think that women choose their apparel to seduce them. And those chauvinist pigs pay me to let them jerk off!”

“So, what do I do? I don’t have enough money to shop for more swimwear. And I’m afraid of what you’ll say about my undies,” Isabella looked to Jenny for advice.

“I got you covered, little sis!” Jenny squeaked. “Tell me your size, and we’ll have James pick them up from the studio.”

Just then, the a/c vent kicked on, and a gentle breeze tickled the girl’s faces. It whispered to Isabella:

“You've been a really bad girl this entire morning. Giving a man you don't know your panties, letting these pair of sinners play at seducing you, MASTURBATING! You are a really bad girl. And bad girls have to be punished. Spank yourself when you manage to be alone. Hopefully that will give you strength to resist more temptations.”

DC- 50

D100 + 9 = 46

Failure

Isabella shook her head. The chastisement she heard made her feel guilty. For the first time since she awoke, Isabella remembered her promise. She liked Jenny and James, but suddenly, she felt uncomfortable. Her body’s reaction to Jenny was new, and Isabella didn’t know how to deal with it. Things were moving too quickly.

“H-hey, Jenny, can I ask you a question?” Isabella timidly asked.

Cocking her head sideways, Jenny nodded her assent and shifted her weight away from Isabella, allowing the younger girl a semblance of personal space.

“I- don’t quite know how to feel, and I’m uncomfortable going to the beach with you and James. I feel out of control and I need some time to think,” Isabella couldn’t look the redhead in the eyes as she admitted her discomfort. For her part, Jenny looked slightly morose, but let Isabela finish; Isabella took a steadying breath and squeaked, “Can we get a rain-check on the beach? I don’t want to rush into anything… Everything’s too new to me, right now.”

“May I hug you?” Jenny asked contritely. Isabella nodded subtly and the girls embraced; once again it was a sisterly hug: hands stayed in friendly zones and once they broke, Jenny softly said, “It’s alright. James and I know we can be a bit much. Can we still keep in touch?”

Before Isabella could really think about it, she met Jenny’s kind eye’s and quickly said, “Please! I would love to hang with ya’ll.”

The two said adieu and Jenny left. Isabella shook her head and laid down, face first. Screaming her frustration into a pillow helped, but Isabella felt the need to do something productive and once more, her mind turned to church. She desperately felt the need to confess.

A quick google search later, she had her heading to St. John’s Church. Deciding on the spur of the moment, got out of bed and found the room’s shower. After taking a quick shower to refresh herself, Isabella dressed herself in a tight black sport bra, pink short-sleeve shirt and leggings, and her white-pink running shoes. Then she tied her hair into a tight ponytail and pulled out her John Deere ball-cap. Checking the phone, Isabella smiled as she saw it was a three-mile run; perfect to relieve her frustration before introducing herself to a new parish.

Isabella started stretching for her impromptu run. Overhead stretches, leg stretches, hanging forward at the waste, and stretching her hamstrings. Once she felt warmed up, Isabella headed out of the building and began her run.

Finally, with a head crack, Isabella started out. Right, left, right, left went her feet in an athlete's effortless gate. Almost instantly, Isabella felt good about moving. Bra-less, Isabella heedless ran. Her modest bust and bodacious buttocks swung left and right as she bounced. Hypnotized, more than one driver slowed down to ogle the pretty girl. Isabella took no notice, she was in her happy place, running and exploring. She was focused on the scenic California college, the green grass, and her Maps app.

All too soon, she found the church. It was a humble abode. Not more than a single story with a basement, the building appeared little larger than a central gathering room and supporting chambers. The entire complex had well-trimmed grass, shady trees, and a modest parking lot. Isabella felt relief, the church appeared like her home parish. If St. John’s was similar to hers, the doors to the confessional would be open this time of day.

Stopping to catch her breath, Isabella looked down. Some sweat had dripped down her chest, and she could feel a slight chill down her spine. Self-consciously, Isabella sat under one of the shady trees until she felt cool enough to throw her pink hoodie back on. Wiping the sweat off her brow, Isabella stood up and headed into the church.

The inside of the church was just as humble as the outside. Wooden walls, wooden pews, and stained-glass overlooking the altar. Off to the right side stood a small confessional. Taking a deep, steadying breath, Isabella headed inside in the box.

Isabella's Libido has not changed