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I look up into her eyes and say, "Everything has been great, I've been able to study and work better than I have in months. My thoughts have been clearer and as for the physical stuff it has only been an issue again for the last day or so." I feel a huge lump of guilt drop into my stomach as the lie comes so easily to my lips. Perhaps part of this appears on my face because Sister Mary gives me a small look of concern before asking.

"Then why do you look so troubled? It sounds like your week went better than even I thought it would be."

"Well, I guess I feel ashamed that I couldn't keep it up for the whole week." I lie again. "It was going so well until yesterday.". She gives me a sympathetic smile.

"You shouldn't be so hard on yourself." Her use of the word hard causes my crotch to awaken again. Shame spreads through my soul but simultaneously excitement also begins to build within me too. "You can only control these feelings so much and remember it has only been one week since you had any alleviation to your discomfort. Even I need multiple massages to help with my back pain. You have nothing to be ashamed of." She leans forward as she says this last part. As she does her chest presses against the wood of her desk, squashing the large orb like objects hidden under her habit. The excitement building within me grows at the sight, although I still don't quite understand why. None of the other Sisters affect me this way. For some reason either the size or youthfulness of Sister Mary's chest inflames my desires exponentially, even though I'm not sure what it would even look like. Will it look like my chest? Perhaps slightly although mine is completely flat, something Sister Mary's certainly is not. A small *Ahem* breaks my journey down this path of enquiry and I snap back to reality with the realisation that I have been caught very obviously staring. Sister Mary is looking at me, an expression of pity etched on her pretty face.

"I'm so sorry." I say dropping my head down, the feeling of guilt now overriding all other emotion as I'm sure I'm about to get yelled at. Before I can say anything else Sister Mary raises her hand to stop me.

"Don't apologise. Just tell me what's going on."

"Well, I don't quite no why but when I'm struggling with control I find myself drawn to certain............areas of your body."

"Such as?" She asks looking genuinely interested.

"Well......" I say, hesitating slightly before continuing. "...I....seem to be drawn......to your chest....". Sister Mary's eyes widen very slightly and she looks down towards the large mass at her torso. "But I don't know why...."

"My chest?" She asks, a question directed as much at herself as it is towards me. "What is it that intrigues you?"

"I'm not sure, it doesn't happen with any of the other Sisters here in the monastery, but then neither did any of the previous thoughts or desires. They only seem to happen from you." I say this before adding quickly. "Not that I'm blaming you for it!"

"No no that's okay. Hmm, if this only happens when you are particularly struggling I don't think it should be a big issue. I mean theoretically another massage should help with that right?"

"Most likely..." I say, the excitement which had subsided due to the immense guilt I'd just been experiencing begins to rapidly grow once more, along with my penis which starts to harden under my robes.

"I just wonder..." She says looking thoughtful. "Maybe there's a way we can diminish the strange appeal my chest has on you."

"How?"

"I think that perhaps your interest in it is due to your lack of knowledge about female anatomy."

"Urmm....."

"You are unaware what a naked woman would look like correct?"

"Yes..." I say, my mouth suddenly very dry.

"Very good." She says, "As our beliefs state, nudity is forbidden within these walls." A sense of disappointment comes over me that I can't quite explain at these words. "However as with my back massages and with the massage I gave you last week small areas of skin can be shown when the two parties are comfortable with it and if it is of course going to help for the greater good."

"The greater good?"

"Yes, in this case that being your education and monasterial commitments."

"Right..."

"Therefore I wonder if you saw part of what my chest looks like that would help alleviate your fascination with it. You wouldn't be curious as to what was under my habit as you would now know."

"So you're going to...."

"I am going to reveal the lower part of my chest so you can have an idea as to what a female chest looks like without breaking our nudity oaths." My mind is going wild. I can see her logic but that barely registers next to the mixture of desire, excitement and I guess what must be lust that explodes thought my being at these words. Could it be true that it is merely curiosity that is fanning these flames? In my heart I doubt it very much but something stops me from expressing this and instead all I say is;

"Okay..."

Sister Mary gets up and walks around the desk to stand in front of me. Her chest is directly level with my eyes. She kneels down so her face appears before my own, a large tent in my lap between us.

"Now, I'm going to lift up my habit. Please let me know if you want me to stop."

Before I can respond my penis gives its largest spasm yet, so much so that it pops out of my trousers and smacks against Sister Mary's chest!

"Oh!" exclaims Sister Mary.

"Woah! I'm sorry..." I say quickly grabbing and pulling my penis back under my robes, trying to ignore its almost hungry call to be put back against her chest.

"That's okay, I can see what you meant saying your struggles have come back very strongly during the last day. Let me quickly lift my habit and we'll get to your massage immediately afterwards."

Once again all I can say is "Okay..." as I watch her reach down and grab the bottom of her top. Slowly she begins to pull upwards, the fabric unveiling the flat white skin of her stomach. My crotch throbs in anticipation, growing even harder as I try to keep it under my robes, an increasingly difficult task with the gradual reveal of more of the marble white skin. Sister Mary notices this and pauses just before the swell of her chest.

"Is this causing you any pain?" She asks, her eyes on my crotch.

"Only a little discomfort, but no pain yet."

"Okay, but if you need me to stop then just say." She resumes lifting her habit, the bottom of her large chest finally coming into sight. I now see two large fleshy orbs appearing below the fabric. My cock again gives a large visible throb under my robes as Sister Mary lifts her hem halfway up these two objects before pausing once again. "So you can see that I have two large mounds where yours is just flat."

I manage a small "Uh-huh" of agreement whilst I stare with my mouth slightly agape at the two giant masses in front of me.

"These are what cause my back pain as they are very heavy and after a day of being on my feet I can feel really stiff."

"Uh-huh."

"There's a couple of details I can't show you without it being inappropriate but that should give you a pretty good idea of what female chests look like." She pauses for a moment, perhaps waiting to see if I'll respond before asking, "How do you feel?"

"I....I think I really need a massage now..."

"I'd say so." She says looking down at my feeble attempts to hold back my severely engorged genitals. She's about to drop her habit and reach out to touch me with her hand but I grab her arm to stop her.

"Could we......could we use your chest to massage me?" I'm not sure what made me say that. Sister Mary is taken aback by my request.

"Use my chest?"

"Yeah, like could you.....sort of....place those two.....bits around myself?" She pauses for a few seconds, contemplating my request. "Still not showing me anymore of course!" I add hastily, a hint of desperation in my voice.