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Father, Please. FATHER PLEASE;
LOOK AT ME 10“Here I thought I was going to be the best friend you would be taking to church.” Danny says when I tell her of my plans to use Chris in making Aryan jealous enough to sleep with me. I was slightly buzzed from the alcohol and panting, I had just taken a break from dancing with Chris, and he went in search of water for me as I was dehydrated. Watching Danny now, I kind of feel bad for her, as long as I have seen her, I haven’t seen her with anyone else asides her mom, Mabel and I.“Who did you piss off to get on everyone’s bad side?”She sighs and puts down her cup,“My mom was—well, she still is overprotective of me, I never got to hang out with kids my age much, one day I snuck out to a party and she found out, it wasn’t pretty, she stormed in, made a scene, telling them that I was Jesus baby and called the cops on them, they made sure I wasn’t invited to any of the parties afterward and the Jesus baby thing stuck forever.” She winces at the end of her explanati
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I land with a bouncing thud, smacking my head against the wooden bed frame.“Ow!” I immediately cry, bringing my hand to my head, searching for a bump or blood, one of which i was certain was going to be there, but my hands come away clean and its too soon to notice a bump anyway, doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt though, it hurt like hell. But it also brought a lot of things into focus for me, like the fact that I wasn’t in a dream, or in one of my numerous fantasies, this was reality and Father Aryan was standing at the foot of my bed, in all his full cassocked glory, an unreadable expression on his face. “Father Aryan? What are you doing here? You finally used that key I gave you.” The alcohol was wearing off, same as the shock of him being in my room. If this was right, then it meant that he carried me, I was pressed against his chest. My eyes land on the said chest, it stirred memories of being close to it, the corner of my lower lip snuck in between my teeth, wondering if I co
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That caught my attention, but I hear the sound of the door shut behind him silences me, and my viewers had started to tune in, making it difficult for me to chase after him, besides, I was still feeling the effects of him talking to me like that. I had to make it worth it. I hear him talking to someone, probably Mrs. Hudson, and I tune out the words and focus on his voice, the low, gravelly feel of it, before shutting my eyes, I allow myself to imagine what it must feel like when closely pressed against his chest. A moan slips out of my lips at the thought. My hips move, sliding down lower on my bed, so that the camera had a better view of my core, spreading my legs open and using my fingers to open and close the crack of my pussy lips to my viewing audience, I do a few more poses similar to this before leaving everything else in the hands of my fantasy, quite literally. His hands were a bit rough, unlike what you would expect from a priest, as he caressed my inner thighs, hi
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I draw a sharp breath from between my teeth.“Was the bump a pay back for all the times I have given you a boner in public?”His jaw drops and he takes a step back, clearly not sure what to make of my sudden change of subject. “What…?”I roll my eyes and continued to trudge forward, not caring if he followed me or not. Although a small smile blooms on my face when he does follow me. “I would have said a bunch of low stuff like you just did, but that is for people who are ashamed of something. I have nothing to be ashamed of. Yes, I did run away, yes, I will run away if something happens here. Whatever you think of me after that is solely, your concern.” I shrug, pushing the doors of the McDonald’s open. The place is exactly what you would imagine a town full of older people who went to bed by seven would look. Empty, save for the random teenagers that littered the space, they don’t look up when their town’s priest walks in. After placing my order for everything greasy they
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He recovers just as fast as he had started, pulling away from me just as my hand snakes its way into his beautiful, ash blond wisps of hair. I blink, feeling more than slightly disoriented, combined with the loss of feeling in both my knees, I lean into the wall for support. Pathetic, I was feeling all of this for a slight brush of lips, they barely even made contact, and yet it was the promise of something bigger. “I am so sorry.”“I am not.” I quip once the stars stopped jumping around in my eyes to get a good look at him. He takes a giant step away from me.“I won’t be able to escort you home safely, as I am not in the right frame of mind, but I can call a cab for you.” He looks around us frantically, I assume he wasn’t just looking for a cab, he was trying to make sure nobody saw his sin. “The heck, are you really going to leave me high and dry, just like that?”I watch him bite the corner of his lips, the one that was just on mine for a split second, yet that feathery k
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“Why did it feel like that was pointedly directed us?” Chris says with a shiver.Because the petty priest was talking to us, I say to myself. “Must be our guilt speaking.” I flash him a playful smile and he gives me one right back.“Now, asides the mango juice, what else did you pack?” he says peeking into the basket.“You don’t know what your bestie packed? Haven’t you guys done something like this before?” one brunette teen asks me. “They haven’t! We already beat these losers.” Her bestie says with a snicker.They both chuckle and return to their lunch. I narrow my eyes at them, they would be too easy to ruin if I wanted to. “You look like you are thinking the same thing I am thinking.” Chris whispers. I quirk my brow in his direction, he gives me a tiny nod in their direction, the brunette was telling the other girl how her mother almost added pickles to their sandwiches even after she knew her friend hated it. They laughed about it together. Chris asked me with his
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“That is no allergic reaction, you can stop faking now.” I say with a snort after seeing the kid with a supposed allergy. She lay across her friend’s lap, faking unconsciousness, as if that was how it worked. Everyone around us gasped from my unfeeling tone, they gasped even louder when little miss terrible liar sits right up. “Fine, I am not allergic, doesn’t mean you guys didn’t try to sabotage us.” I quirked a brow, “I was trying to sabotage you? What do you think you are?”“Melanie, what is going on here? I heard someone passed out.” Mabel’s brows furrowed as she swept the small crowd around us. “Nobody did, but someone here is throwing wild accusations because they are desperate to win this thing.” The two girls stand there while I explain to Mabel what had happened, the girls ingested pickles and try to blame us for it, I made sure to look the innocent part I was selling, I guess that was why the two girls were taken to meet Father Bernard. “I would have bought it
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My eyes widen comically as I digest what I just heard and the implication of it, I don’t try to look around us, so as to not raise any suspicion. “He is here?” I ask in a hushed whisper.She smiles broadly as Chris and Tim reach us, “You would very much like that wouldn’t you?” she asked me through gritted teeth. A quick flash of his fingers tapping lightly on my clit as punishment, makes me shiver and clench my thighs together, I would very much like it actually. “Danny, you are here too? How…?” Chris asks with eyes in my direction, I shake my head effectively stopping his question in its track. “Hi Tim, it’s a nice place you guys have running.” The lie slips out as effortlessly as my flirty smile slips on. Tim is a mess, he doesn’t know how to hide the two colored spots on his cheek, until Chris clears his throat nosily. “It is basically Chris; I still have a lot to learn from him.”“Shall we get a look at the cars?” Chris asks with a tight smile, practically leadi
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