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All I can think about is my darling priest. And tomorrow is Monday, but I do not know where he could be. On a plane to California, probably, is where he is going to be. I cannot get myself to think of anything else but him. I am so focused on him, that I curse myself for not going to that play. One more chance to see him would make my wildest dreams come true. My little heart aches for his visage. I am so angry at myself for falling in love with a priest, and I mean he isn’t even attractive. But what kills me the most is that I probably will never see him again, unless I become a teacher and teach at only private schools on the west coast, or somehow get a job at the school that he created, where by chance one day, I will be standing in the hall, counseling some students, and I turn to my right and see him walking down the hall. I glance again, as he stops by me, and I say hello. He returns the hello, and as if by chance, says “Are you not her, the young woman that I had in my senior English class, the one who knew so much about Macbeth?” and I answer with a “Why, yes, I am her, and are you not the priest that taught us?” when he answers, “Yes I am that’s me, but I gave up being a priest, and now I am just a regular man…” With that answer I bat my eyes, and tell him that it is nice to see him, and that we should have coffee one day to chat about old days, and Shakespeare, and how the world changed so much in the five years since high school. He says that would be nice, and starts to walk down the hall, but with one twist of the head, he glances back at me and I see a small smile in disbelief. Could this be my lucky day? Could I have re-met the man that I was destined to marry, or at least spend the rest of my life with? Yes, I should think so… Later that week, if I were receive a call from him, he would ask whether or not I was free on Saturday for dinner, I pretend to check my calendar, and respond with a “I’m free, what time?”. He mentions that eight sounds nice and I say thank you. Later that week we meet for the dinner, at a small café owned by my old school buddy, and chat about life. He says that although he was still a devout catholic, his mind had changed about being devoted to God. I say that I hope it isn’t for the worst, and he says, no it is for the better. I start to talk about myself and tell him that I finished school, and that I got the job by chance at his school. He says that it is nice seeing me, and that he hopes we can have dinner again sometime. I say yes that would be nice. He asks if I would like a ride home, and I say yes. We get into his car, and he drives me to my trendy uptown apartment, one that could not be afforded by just a teacher, and I tell him that I live off my paintings, for I am a successful painter by night and a teacher by day. We get to the apartment, and I offer him some coffee, and he accepts. We walk to my door and I throw it open, just to see the blinking eyes of my beloved cat. I happen to close the door, and we walk in. I take off my coat, and he sits on the couch. I ask him one question; as if it were the last question I would ever be able to ask in my life. “Did you ever regret not having a family?” he looks at me like I had just hit the hammer on the nail, and he gives me a smile. I start to melt, as it reminds me of my senior year in high school. He says that “Yes I have regretted not having a family” and I say that I am going to make the coffee. I walk into the kitchen and throw my hands on the counter, all I want to do is throw myself into his arms and tell him that I am madly in love with him, and have been for the last five years. I make the coffee and take it out to the coffee table, where he sits on the couch looking tired and relaxed. I give him a cup and watch as he sips it slowly. My nerves have made my hands shake and he asks me if everything is alright. I realize that it is the moment in which I will tell. I say “Yes, there is something that is bothering me…I have loved you since the day I first saw you, you were standing there looking over the podium in our English class, and I had to leave early, and you were talking about Macbeth, and your look made me fall… I love you, and I always will.” With that I stand up and walk into the kitchen with my cup in my hands, my eyes start to tear and I feel like a complete idiot. I hear footsteps, and turn to see him walk through the doorway, and I turn my body, and I look into his eyes, and he says “The reason why I left the priesthood was because, I love you also. That day in my class, you looked so sure of yourself, and when you started talking about England, you reminded me of my old love, and I knew that I could not live without you. Those few years in California were torture. That last day that I saw you, when you said ‘Goodbye’, I melted in my seat while I was grading those papers. You said it so mature and adult like, that I knew you meant it. I have waited for so long to see you.” And with that, I throw myself in his arms and kiss his cheek, and he kisses my forehead, and I long to kiss his lips, which wait for me like ripe strawberries, waiting to be bitten. I look into his eyes and I kiss his lips, and he kisses back, I rub my hands down his back, and let him kiss me. By chance I let go for air, and move my body to the bedroom, my mind stays back in the kitchen with the feeling of his first kiss. He stands above me and I look at him, I unbutton my shirt and unbuckle his belt, and I feel the bulge that I have longed for, for so many years. It is in my heart that I love him, and he knows this. I look at him and he looks at me and I want him…badly. I want him and I take the bulging cock out of his pants and gently lick it. I place the tip in my mouth and suck it, trying to get anything out of his. I slowly lick up and down the shaft and slide it into my mouth. I pump it hard as he moans and thrusts it into my mouth. I can feel him coming to climax and I brace myself for the explosion of juices into my mouth. I swallow and stare up at him. I tell him to take his pants off and I go to the bathroom. I come back out naked, and stare him down. He sits there on my bad with his huge cock, erect again from the vision of my nude body. I run my hands up and down my body, slightly caressing the soft breasts that are so becoming of me. My nipples harden and I pull at them, as one hand slowly makes it was down to my throbbing pussy. I can feel the juices welling up inside me and I know that I want him to suffer, the way that he made me suffer all those years ago. I slowly rub my clit, little by little, and I part my lips and plunge a finger deep inside. I know that I am turning him on, and my other hand finds my clit and rubs it without stopping. I am thrusting my hips in the air, close to climax, and I see him rubbing his cock in his hand. I am about to climax, but stop and look at him, the pathetic view of him pleasuring himself from the site of me. I walk over to him and thrust him down on the bed and straddle his head.
“Lick me.” I demand
His tongue starts to caress my clit and I am buckling under the feeling of intense ecstasy. Oh I want him in me so bad, I want to feel his hard cock thrusting itself into me, I want him to release his cum in me and I want to scream and curse and tell him how much I love him. His tongue is in me and I look down and tell him to stop. I bend down and kiss him gently on the mouth and then rub my hand down is erect cock. I slowly move down his body and finally thrust myself onto him, my wet pussy elating with desire as I bounce up and down, the tip of his cock lightly toughing my g-spot. Oh I can feel his hard cock and his hands have found my hips as he keeps them on me guiding my hips onto his erect member. I touch my clit and rub it raw under me. I feel him cumming and I start to cum as well. My body cannot take the pressure of his cock and I scream “Fuck Me! Harder you fucking bastard! Give it to me now! I WANT YOUR CUM! YOU ARE THE FUCKING ANTI CHRIST!” I heave my body down on his and I feel him explode inside me and I cum as I make a final thrust on his now relieved cock. I hurl my body down on his and kiss him gently again, and my head falls onto his shoulder. I am elated and my body is overcome in ecstasy. I never want him to leave.