Angela sat on her bed and touched herself. Her fingers flew across her clit with a desperate urgency and her entire body convulsed as she reached her climax. With a sigh and a shudder she stood pulling her robe down over her perfectly toned pale body, and grabbing her habit off of the small inn table and pulled it on over her gorgeous smooth blond hair. She checked in her tiny mirror for hair sticking out and pursed her lips. Then she crossed herself and sent a prayer for forgiveness to God, for vanity and self pleasure. She made these prayers to often, but she firmly believed that He would forgive her, after all it wasn't exactly a sin to pleasure yourself.
After repeatedly reading the Bible she found no evidence of it being a sin. God frowned on men doing it, but hadn't given any instructions to women. Angela walked out of her chamber and headed towards the breakfast table. She watched the other nuns file in, and hated her mind for seeing the delicate shapes of their bodies through the robes. So desperately she wanted to be good and pure and clean, to help others, but her desires were so strong she could barely fight them off. She sat down and bowed her head for the morning prayer. It lasted almost ten minutes and then they ate. A simple breakfast that left her full but unsatisfied as she filed out for her morning chores. She smiled at the Sisters around her, not talking much but conveying a joy she wished she could feel.
Her eyes met Sister Catherine across the table as they wiped them down. A jolt went through her and she blushed looking away. When she looked back up Sister Catherine was blushing as well and looking away. She would have to be more careful. The feeling she had should never be shown to her fellow nuns. It was hard for her to hide her feelings, her ultimate sin of Lust was her only real sin.
The days were simple, chore after chore left no room for reflection, no room for her thoughts to roam...though they did anyway. Her mind never needed much leeway to lose focus, and as she dug in the garden or polished the silver, she fantasized. Great big fantasies, about perfect men with stunning cocks, and gorgeous women with breasts so ripe and firm and luscious. She hated herself for these thoughts, because when she was satisfied, and wasn't fantasizing, she could form such grand schemes. She had the knowledge in her head to better the world, but she couldn't get her mind off sex long enough to do anything about it. That is what brought her here.
Ever since that fateful night of lust, that one night stand that changed her life, she had been fighting these impulses. It seemed almost demonic the way her mind always went back to his hair, his lips, his eyes. How her body ached for his touch, and how no touch had matched it. It had been barely any time at all since he had deflowered her. Yet it was like the life before that had no flavor, and he had brought spice in. She shook her head at the cliché and and followed the line of black clad women heading towards the chapel for nightly prayers. Only two hours of prayer and a thirty minute meal before bed.
She lay in her bed in an odd state of exhaustion, it was mental not physical. Spending all day trying not to think thoughts of a certain kind meant she couldn't wait to collapse into her naughty dream filled sleep. She dozed off quickly.
Catherine walked the halls silently. The Sisters weren't the type to post guards, but she still felt as if she would be caught. Though honestly she didn't know what her own plan was. She just wanted to see her, and this was the only way she could, without feeling guilty. Odd that, sneaking into someones room, to alleviate guilty feelings.
She reached Angela's room and opened the door quietly, careful not to let the flickering light from the hall wake her. Her eyes strained as she walked slowly towards the bed, taking a bit to adjust to the darkness of the small chamber. She saw Angela lying on the bed and her heart skipped a beat. Her blond hair fell in beautiful waves over the pillow and her mouth was open. Angela moaned in her sleep and it seemed as though she were lost in the greatest of pleasures and right then Catherine admitted to herself that she wanted to be the cause of those noises, to be the one who brought such a brilliant flush to those cheeks. Her head moved in without thinking, but mere inches from Angela's mouth she realized what she was doing. She almost backed away, almost ran from the room to sit in her room and say penance, but a small part of her mind kept her going and she pressed a chaste kiss to those beautiful red lips. That chaste kiss lasted no more then a few seconds but it seemed an eternity before she opened her eyes and realized Angela was awake.
Angela awoke to soft lips on hers, and immediately her lust boiled up from inside. Her arm snaked out and grabbed a wrist her eyes opening in a flash and meeting a pair of gorgeous green eyes she could spend the rest of her life staring at. Catherine's habit was off and her dark red hair flowed down her shoulders in gorgeous curls. Catherine looked shocked to see Angela's eyes open and went to pull away, but Angela pulled her in close and kissed her deeply, tongues tangling in a fevered embrace. Hot need sprang up between them and they rolled onto the bed wrapped around each other.
Angela could not believe the feelings inside her were this strong. It wasn't even just lust, there was a deeper connection. She didn't just want to feel this woman's arms around her, she wanted Catherine. Wanted her as a person, body and soul. And as they kissed she hoped with the deepest part of her that this would not be just one night.
"We really shouldn't Catherine, if we start...I might never let you go." Catherine's eyes lit up and she shook her head leaning in to deepen their kiss.
Her own thoughts were along the same lines. She too felt a huge connection between the two of them. She would almost call it love, accept she couldn't believe it could happen like this. In her heart she still felt she was sinning as this beautiful woman's hands found the most sensitive part of her and began to caress it. She was lost in an ecstasy she had never known before. As a young girl she had let boys touch her, but none so far as this, and none had elicited such a reaction. The kiss deepened and she found her own hands caressing Angela. She could feel the high firm shape of her breasts through the thin fabric and moaned at the thought of their bodies pressed together nude.
