Father Mallory closed his eyes to escape the trigonometry papers he was grading. He stretched his neck out the window. He watched the students leaving campus for the day. It was a late October afternoon. Even though the foliage was on the decline, the temperature was in the mid-60s. He watched some of the girls roll their knee length skirts up to their upper thigh, at the same time unbuttoning the white seashell buttons on their dress shirts, doing their best to reveal cleavage. Some lit cigarettes and kissed their boyfriends on the mouth. Father Mallory smiled to himself. No matter what school or parish he was teaching, teenage girls were always the same. He arched his neck hoping to see someone in particular. Tess Beign. She walked alone with her school uniform still intact and abiding to the dress code. Putting one brown penny loafer in front of the other, she shuffled across the sidewalk beneath Father Mallory's window. She gripped her school books so closely to her chest that the tops of her breast bounced up and down in an untamed counterclockwise motion.
Tess Beign was a student in Father Mallory's calculus class at Trinity High School. She had just turned eighteen. She was also the worst temptation he had ever resisted in his pious life. She caused a moral warfare between Father Mallory's soul and loins. She was undoubtedly beautiful with long chestnut brown hair that complemented her moon pale white skin. She also had enormously large brown doe eyes, surrounded by long naturally tinted purple eyelashes. Her lips were large and full, but peculiar in the sense that they lacked any pinkish tint. She was average height, maybe 5' 6". Her arms and legs were skinny. From what Father Mallory could tell, she didn't have much of an ass or hips either, but her breasts were massive. She reminded him of a frail rabbit with huge heaving breasts.
She wasn't the first attractive girl or woman that Father Mallory encountered. But something about her put him in a sexual frenzy. Maybe it was her personality. She was sweet. She was a good student. She laughed at his jokes. She appeared naïve mixed with an unrefined aloofness surrounding her own sexuality and physical perfection. Her background was tragic. Her mother died in childbirth. Her elderly grandparents saved her from a life of poverty with her alcoholic father. She had lived with them since she was an infant. But again, just like she wasn't the only attractive girl Father Mallory encountered, she wasn't the only pitiful soul either.
No list of personal attributes, any large rack, clear complexion, or whiteness of teeth could tangibly rationalize Father Mallory's overwhelming desire for Tess. Her presence afflicted all of his body systems. His stomach filled with gastric juices. His voice would choke and hide, seeking refuge below his larynx. His heart pounded like a turbine. His whole nervous system was ionized like the air before an electrical storm. Beads of sweat poured down his neck. His skin wished to be on top of hers. And lastly, his manhood, which betrayed him worst of all. His loins wished to explore her body with a conviction that would match Marco Polo or Christopher Columbus.
Her body was the ultimate gold mine. His penis was constantly flowing with blood when she was around. He was always hard for her. He found himself starring at her while he lectured class completely in awe of her beauty. He lost his train of thought as his penis shot electric volts all through him. His eyes coveted her in class, wishing for eye contact, praying for a nude lipped smile and pleading for a bra outline.
Father Mallory watched out the window until he could no longer see her insight. He looked down at his stack of papers to grade. He concentrated on the hand drawn triangles, trying to stop the stirring in his pants. He was swollen for her. He took a sip of his coffee and gathered his papers to go home.
She frequented his nights when he slept on his cold cotton sheets. His mind reeled over a spotted thin bra strap. A glazed over look in her big eyes. A pencil eraser top perched between her wet lips. He captured the images, filing them away in his cerebrum. His imagination would eventually take over to create lurid sexual trysts between them. His mind would focus on the triangular outline of her conservative bra hidden beneath her shirt. He imagined how he would slowly run his fingers over the bra. He imagined her reaction.
She would want him to continue touching her. He was happily to oblige as she would moan. He would eventually remover her shirt and bra. Her breasts would be exposed to the harsh lighting of the classroom before his hands would rush in to protect them, smothering them in his large hands. He would feel her nipples hard and yearning, wishing for his mouth. After engulfing them in his mouth, she would be automatically overcome with the need to taste his cock.
She would deliver the best intensity she could offer. Although she could suck him off easily at her desk, she would wish to be on her knees in front of him. It wasn't just a position of his power. She was showing him her role as a Catholic child. Her bony knees would be cold against the post war made linoleum tiles. Amazed and a little scared by the bulge of his pants. She enjoyed the heat that was permeating from it. She would reach for his pants, fumbling with the zipper, determined yet inexperienced. She would run her tiny hands over his hard piece for a slight second before the need for his salty cock to be in her mouth. She would enjoy the taste and after the initial exploration, with his held she would find a nice repetitive motion with her tongue over his tip as the moist fat sides of her mouth would capture the rest of his cock as he would thrust from her lips to the back of her scratchy throat.
He would run his long masculine hands over his dick, jacking himself in the dark as the fantasy played out in his mind until he spent. The touch of his warm cum on his hand depressed him. His mind would wander into the lowest, darkest caves of his psyche as guilt and remorse for his desire took over his brain.
He was in his mid-forties and quite attractive. He had a full head of brown wavy hair. He couldn't remember a time period when he wasn't compared to Robert Downey Jr in his looks. He agreed he had similar shaped eyes and the exact lips. He never made moves on women even though he was often sought after by young and old women alike. He had even had a few high school girls come on to him.
In his fifteen years of being a priest, Father Mallory had given into temptation once. He had been in his late twenties. She was a single mother in her early twenties. She had been pretty and nice. She was desperate to seduce him. He had drunk too much at a Labor day BBQ. They slept together once. He felt so terrible, he was determined to never let anything like that happen again. He hadn't even been overly attracted to her. He had stayed pious since with an ease he had taken advantage of until September when he called out for Tess on the class roll call.
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Father Mallory stood in for confession Friday morning. He usually didn't have to give confession but Father O'Mara had a stomach virus. He sat through twenty some confessions, the normal yawn inducing teenage shit. He gave Hail Mary's for the usual -- underage drinking, masturbation, premarital sex, lying, and smoking. He was working on a crossword puzzle when he heard the soft familiar monotone voice.
"Father, it has been a week since my last confession."
He perked up in his seat. "What is it you want to confess, my child?"
"Well father, I have had thoughts about boys and sometimes I think about what it would be kissed. You know, on the lips."
"Yes?" He asked softly enquiring details.
"Yes, I mean I don't know. My grandparents would say it is wrong." she hesitated to clarify her words "They would be horrified to know I think about sex at all." She hesitated with embarrassment. "I want to spend time with cute boys just like any other teenage girl here at Trinity. I don't even want the backseat romp that all the other girls talk about. But I do want to kiss a boy just to see how it feels, Father. "
Father Mallory was taken aback by Tess's honesty and earnest want for affection. "Well, my child," he said shifting in his seat, "I think that is actually normal. God wants you to be curious so that you go on to find a husband and find love and make children, it is perfectly normal and there are a lot worse things than wanting to kiss a boy. He hesitated.
"Father Mallory..." she started boldly and then was overcome by shyness. He felt an opportunity and encouraged her to continue.
