Sister Riley discovers true Love

Charlotte stayed on her knees beside the pew, polishing wood that already shone. Riley stood just behind her, still as frost. Charlotte’s cloth paused. She heard the breath Riley kept behind her teeth. “Lily again?” Riley’s voice never rose. Charlotte kept her eyes on the grain. A muscle flickered low in her stomach. Riley touched two knuckles to her shoulder, a single point of heat. “You’re allowed, Charlotte. I was allowed once.” She sat on the pew, habit falling open above one thigh. The silence stretched long enough to hear the wax cooling. Then Riley began. “Lea found me at evening prayers. I was bent over the candle stand, snuffing them one by one. Her hand settled on my spine. I didn’t rise. I simply waited for whatever she meant to take. She lifted my skirt slowly, counted every inch aloud. By the time her fingers reached my cunt, I was wet through the cotton. She pushed it aside, left the small shiver of air against me, and watched. I heard the slide of her tongue against her teeth. She pressed two fingers inside and held them there until my hips betrayed me. After the second stroke I stopped thinking about sin at all. Every curl of her knuckles gave back more wet than the last. I braced on the stand while she rubbed the heel of her hand against my clit, steady, merciless. When I came it felt like the candles had flared again. She kept stroking long after I had stopped clenching, slow circles through the pulse, saying my name once, then not at all. When she finally pulled away the air struck like cold water. I tasted blood where I’d bitten my lip. Lea only smoothed my skirt down again and left the chapel like nothing had happened. My cunt still throbbed when the bells called us to supper. I soaked the wooden bench where I sat.” Riley lifted her fingers from Charlotte’s shoulder and let the quiet return.