The rosary gets tossed to the floor as I use one hand to stroke my aching cock and my other to tug on my balls. Besides cleansing myself during a shower, it’s been many years since I’ve touched myself in this manner. I do so now with visions of Jersey on her knees in front of me, her mouth opened wide as I guide my cock into the warm depths of her mouth. I’d fill both of my hands with her hair to keep her head still until I reached the back of her throat.
“Wesley,” Jersey moans. “I’m so sorry.”
She may wish she was sorry, but she’s really not, because I know she’s only feet away from me doing exactly the same thing I’m doing. And that thought brings on a whole new set of images. One of her sitting in a dark confessional booth with her hands between her legs. Her fingers sliding between her slick folds, pumping one in and out of her while she uses another to rub her clit.
I want to be sorry too. This goes against everything I’ve believed in for the past twelve years. But no matter how wrong it is, I continue to manipulate my cock.
I look over at the screen with slitted eyes. “Tell me, Jersey. What would you do right now if I were to slip inside that room?”
Her husky moans come just before she says, “The first thing I’d do is kiss you, because I’ve wondered what you taste like.” Her breath hitches. “Then I’d turn around and lift the skirt I’m wearing, showing you just how wet you make me.”
A pearl of precum forms on the tip of my cock. Using my thumb, I smear it around the head. Hissing out a breath at the sensation, I demand, “Then what?”
“I’d beg you to fuck me. Oh, God, Wesley,” she moans. “Hard. I’d beg you to fuck me hard. So hard I’ll never forget you were there.”
“Shit,” I grunt when my balls draw up and an intense sensation starts at the base of my cock. “What in the hell are you doing to me?”
It was a rhetorical question, but Jersey answers anyway. “The same thing you’re doing to me.”
Locking my lips together to hold back my shout, my orgasm hits in a ripple of euphoria I haven’t felt in longer than I remember. Even before I went celibate. Cum jets out of my cock, landing on my lower stomach. On the other side of the screen, from the low noises Jersey’s making, I know she just found her release too.
I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes as I catch my breath. I expect a surge of guilt to come at any second, but it never does. All I feel is relaxed and sated, and regretful. Not because of what I just did, but because I didn’t witness the look on Jersey’s face when she came.
I don’t know how long I sit there, but I notice the room beside me is eerily quiet. Sitting up, I look through the screen as best as I can. When I see no movement, dread drops like lead weight in my stomach.
Pulling a tissue out of my pocket, I wipe away my sins from my stomach before I shove my softening cock back in my pants. I get to my feet and stuff the tissue back in my pocket before making sure I look presentable.
Only one person is occupying the church when I leave the confessional. I’m thankful they chose to sit on a pew on the opposite side of the booths. I don’t want to think about what I would be facing if anyone heard Jersey and me.
I jog toward the doors at the back of the church and fling one open. I don’t know why I’m going after Jersey. I simply can’t stomach the thought of her leaving after what we just did. She and I need to talk.
Walking down several steps, I look around, searching for strawberry-blonde hair. My shoulders slump in disappointment when I don’t find her. Something tells me she won’t be back. To take food or to visit my confessional.
Just before I turn away to go back inside, a blur of long blonde hair grabs my attention. A woman in a sky-blue dress is jogging down the street. I don’t know for sure if it’s her or not, but something compels me to follow.
Chapter 7
JERSEY
Oh my God! I can’t believe I just did what I did.
When I walked in Saint Mathew’s church I had no intentions of doing anything near what Wesley and I just did. I’ve never been to confession before. I’m not even catholic. But I figured now was a good time to confess what I’ve been doing at night for the last few weeks. I wasn’t sure if it would be Wesley or one of the other priests I would be confessing to. I knew though, if it was Wesley, the church’s rules would prevent him from confronting me in person about my transgressions. I wanted to tell someone, and I felt safe doing it this way.
But the moment I heard his voice on the other side of the screen, my thought process went the other way. To an even more sinful route. Everything I told him was the truth. I couldn’t stop thinking about him after I got home the night he caught me trying to sell myself. And once I knew Sam was asleep for the night, I found a spot away from him and let my mind run wild. The orgasm I had to thoughts of Wesley was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had in my life. Until fifteen minutes ago, at least.
As I rush down the street toward the building Sam and I are hiding in, I look down at my hand. The hand I used to touch myself in a confessional booth. With a priest on the other side. I was so wet, the tips of two of my fingers are still sticky.
I’ve never been so bold. And I never thought I would do such a thing. I don’t know what it is about Wesley, but he makes me do things I would have never done before. He drives me crazy with lust.
Spotting a corner store, I walk around to the back of it and find the water spigot. Turning the knob, I run water over my hands to wash away the evidence. No matter how clean I get my hands though, the image of me sitting there with my hand up my skirt and Wesley on the other side of the screen is seared in my brain. This new-found naughty side of me tells me I won’t be forgetting it anytime soon either.
Coming to the door of the building Sam and I are living in, I push it open and make my way up the steps. I told Sam earlier I was going out to find us some food. Guilt clutches my stomach because I’m coming back empty handed. My plan was to pilfer some food before I went to the church. Instead my feet led me to the church first, as if something was pulling me along. Sam and I ate the last of our food last night. I’ll have to go back out later to find something for him. I can go a day without food, but Sam needs to eat.
Before I make it to the door of the room we’re staying in, I hear Sam let out a belly laugh. It’s something I’ve never heard from him before. Or rather, it’s something I haven’t heard in years. Not since he was a toddler.
Stopping in the doorway, I lean against the frame and watch my little brother. He’s sitting with his legs crossed on the bed, a book set in front of him. A smile plays on my face as he reads one of the books I got him from the free bin at the library. From the humorous expression on his face, it must be the one filled with jokes.
Seeing the look on his face makes everything that’s happened over the last few weeks worth it. I’d do anything for Sam. Anything.