Rosita is waiting for you

The day having been completed, the sun having set, you head back to your small dormitory room. You didn't see or hear from Rosita the rest of the day, and are beginning to wonder how serious she was about continuing...whatever that was in the library. Was it the beginning of a relationship? That would be nice. So many people constantly move in and out of this place, as well as your life, having someone as a point of stability and comfort your own age would be a nice change. If this wasn't that, and Rosita just needed you to scratch an itch, a deep, internal itch, you would be okay with that too. You had tempered your sexuality in constant work and faith, and having a physical partner to be intimate with, and explore what your true sexuality is, would be great.

As you approach your room, you notice the curtain over the window had been closed, something you didn't remember doing before you left. Granted, with the Sisters having so few personal possessions, locking any of the rooms to the dormitories seemed generally unnecessary, and someone could have come in and done it for you. Reflexively, you light a candle immediately after entering the space; you can see perfectly well without it, but it was sign to the outside that you were home, and had become a habit to do so for those with normal human eyes. People like Rosita, who you find waiting for you in your bed, only her head left uncovered by your one blanket. Your ponderance as to her state is answered for you, as you see her vestments at the foot of the bed in a pile.

"Hi" Rosita says casually, as if there was nothing unusual about this situation.

"Hello Rosita" The more formal speaking patterns too well ingrained in you at this point "I can't say I expected to find you here"

"We agreed to see each other later" There's an almost musical nature to her voice that you find pleasing

"We did, yes, but neither on time nor place." You approach your bed, standing over her "some people might consider this intruding" Your hand holds the edge of the blanket, ready to pull it back and expose her naked body.

"I don't think you're one of those people Demetria, besides, you left the door open"

You smile in agreement "True, I am not one of those people" you fling the blanket back with a great flourish, bringing her entire body into view. Rosita nervously flinches as a reaction, still slightly embarrassed to be naked in front of you. Your escapade in the library still involved both of you fully dressed. To help put her mind at ease, you remove your vestments as well, folding them and hanging them over the head of the bed before joining her and getting on top of her.

The blowjob from earlier was amazing, but you were admittedly the only benefactor, and you saw fit to correct the imbalance. You softly kiss on the lips before you move away, peppering her neck with kisses as you gently fondle her breasts. They're not nearly as large as yours, but still perfectly decent by normal human standards. Continuing to move down her body, you lash her tiny nipples with your tongue, alternating as you suck on one and tug the other with your fingers. Rosita moans softly as you pleasure her, and the moans become more frequent as you move your mouth down her thin stomach towards her waist. Her legs instinctively widen as you approach her waiting pussy, which you start licking gingerly. Her hips start moving on their own, and you find you have to hold onto her legs to keep both of you in place. It almost sounds like she's going to reach an orgasm when you stop, pulling yourself away. Rosita's moan contains a twinge of joyful resentment

"Oh, you bitch, I was almost there"

"I know" You respond "And you'll get there again, I promise, but this isn't just about you, you know" You straddle your legs over Rosita's belly, your large cock falling between her tits. Instinctively, she pressed them together, surrounding your shaft in soft skin, and you shift back and forth between them. Your dick hardens and grows before both your eyes, and as it reaches it's full size, Rosita releases her tits and cranes her neck upwards to put the tip of your erection in her mouth, gently wrapping her tongue around it. This tempts to you grab her by her hair and fuck her mouth until you cum again, but there's a better idea.

"You want this big dick inside you? You want to fuck this monster cock?" Rosita simply moans in the affirmative as she still fondles the head with her tongue "Than show me how badly you want it" You quickly move out of the bed, and Rosita seems to understand what's next, moving just as quickly after you. You get back in the bed on your back, holding your erection perfectly straight in the air. Rosita reenters the bed, her back facing you, as she straddles your cock. She moves very slowly as she feels it enter her, causing you to both moan loudly. Your hands straddle her hips as she starts to find a rhythm, pulling her down further and pushing yourself deeper. She leans herself forward to changer her rotation, causing you to let go. From here, you can better watch as she moves herself all the way up and down your thick cock, which turns you on even more to watch, and you both start to moan louder.

You start to spank her ass with both hands as a non-verbal encouragement. Rosita whelps in response but interprets the action correctly going even faster. Your moans are both reaching a fever pitch as you both reach climax. You cum just before she does, the feeling of her pussy overflowing with your hot seed the final thing to push her over the edge. The physical exertion and orgasm wears her out, and despite the small bed, you share what space you have together kissing and touching each other's bodies.

Being completely oblivious until now, you both leap as there's a loud thud against the door as it is suddenly barged open "So help me, there better be somebody dying in here!" It's Mother Ferguson, in charge of the sisterhood, and very much the disciplinarian that the Archdeacon could never bring himself to be. Seeing the two of you naked together covered in sweat and cum slowly leaking out of Rosita "Oh bless us and save us! You two!" Mother Ferguson buries her head in her hand as she breaths in hard "I suspected it would be one of you. Damn fool of me to not even think it would be both of you! We'll talk in the morning. I suggest you spend the rest of the night to get some sleep. You'll be needing it"