Where it happened: Rectory bed
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Father Tim was the Assistant Priest at our parish. He was young and handsome and fresh out of Seminary. His family and my family had been good friends for many years before he became a priest.
He was in charge of the youth program at our church, and he asked me to assist him, since I was also in the young people’s group. We worked together closely for two years,from the time I was 16, planning the activities,and also going on youth retreats with the other youth of the parish (about 25 of us),hikes and swimming parties during the Summer, bowling events, roller skating, ice skating in the Winter,and movie nights at the church, with Pizza and soft drinks afterwards. We had a good relationship and got along extremely well. But, I often wondered why a good-looking guy like him went into the priesthood, and how he, or any of the other young priests, managed to practice abstinence. Like many other Catholics I thought that the teaching that priests couldn’t marry was really dumb, and could never figure out how these young guys managed to stay chaste throughout their lives.They must have sexual thoughts like the rest of us, I thought, and what did they do to satisfy these urges?
Well, I was in my senior year in high school and was in my last year of working with Father Tim on the youth program, because I would soon be going off to college. It was February, and a couple dozen of us had been ice skating most of the evening. It was cold out, but we were young and enjoyed it. Afterwards we all went to McDonald’s and had hamburgers and hot chocolate. We had used several cars in going from the church to the skating rink, and I rode back with Father Tim and two others. After everyone got back to church, everybody went their separate ways. I stuck around and followed Father Tim into his office, using the excuse that I thought I had left one of my books in the office a couple of days before. He asked me if I didn’t have a ride home, and I told him I had walked over, because I lived only 6 blocks away. He was about to lock up the office and the church for the night,and as he did, I walked with him. After we reached the side door of the church and he had locked it, he turned, and just at that momement, I don’t know what possessed me, but I grabbed his head with both hands and began to kiss him squarely on the mouth. He was startled, but amazeling, he didn’t resist me very much, and just said, “Kathy, what are you doing?” I told him, “I want to make love to you, Tim.”
“That’s impossible,” he said, but to my surprise he returned my kisses, as we stood there in the cold, and as I pressed my body against his, I found him reciprocating.
“This would be very wrong, Kathy,” he continued. “I do have a lot of affection for you,but we just can’t do something like this.”
I whispered in his ear,”Tim, you know you must want to do this. It couldn’t hurt to just make love once in your life, could it?” And I inserted my tongue in his ear and then started to kiss him around his neck and then I twirled my tongue in his other ear. After about 5 or 10 minutes of my urging, he said, “Come with me.” And he and I walked over the rectory where he stayed. It was dark and quiet inside. No one was around. And he led me to his bedroom. There we got out of our coats and caps and after that, our other clothes, and shortly thereafter we were both lying together naked, under the covers in his bed. He had a raging erection on — something I wondered if priests ever got, but suspected they did. Before very long, he was straddling me, and kissing my breasts and nipples feverishly. He kept say, “Oh God, this is wrong,Kathy, but it feels so good and it feels so right.” Then he asked me if I had ever done this before. I told him No, that it would be my first time and, presumably, his too.
The next thing I knew, Father Tim had entered me, ever so gently, and was sliding his erection in and out, ever so slowly, but firmly. And he felt so wonderful there inside my body. I kept kissing him, and urging him to continue. “Take me Tim, take me — deeper, deeper! You feel so good,” I whispered in his ear,and he began to go more rapidly, as if all of his years of abstinence were pouring forth. After perhaps 20 -30 minutes of this very intense coupling, I felt him eject three powerful spurts of sperm inside me. It was so warm and wonderful! And then he collapsed over my body. We fell asleep together.
I woke up a few hours later, and told him I had better leave, and he agreed. He apologized profusely to me and said, once again, that we should not have allowed our emotions to get the best of us. He was very worried that he might have gotten me pregnant. I assured him that it was O.K., that I had initiated the whole thing, and that it was not his fault. I told him how much I had enjoyed it, and that if this was truly wrong, I was sure God would forgive both of us.
I sneaked in the house that night. Luckily my parents were both asleep. My Mother remarked the next day that I must have been out quite late because they had gone to bed near midnight, and I still was not home. She told me that they were not worried, though, because they knew I was with Father Tim and the youth group.
Luckily I never got pregnant. I reasoned that maybe Father Tim was impotent. At any rate, I graduated from high school in June, and then went off to college in September of last year. I’ve only been home twice, and did see Father Tim during Christmas vacation. We greeted each other, and he asked me how I was doing. I told him I was doing fine in school, and he wished me well. And I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
I know that what we did was very wrong, but it was also a wonderful experience which I will never forget as long as I live. My first was that “Forbidden Love” with Father Tim.
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