Father Pleaaseee!

CHAPTER 4 - WICKED TEMPTATION

Anger. It took a whole lot of restrain to remain as calm as I am now. To control my emotions. How dare he? Who does he think he is? He might be my friend but that gives him no right to intervene in my life. It's not bad to give someone advice and hell, I don't mind it either but one should know their limits. Ma can get a pass because she has the right to but he doesn't.
'Aden, celibacy isn't meant for you. Come to your senses. Stop punishing yourself.' his statement rings in my brain again. That was the breaking point of my patience. I feel like he is taking advantage. He has seen all sides of me before but so why would he push me so far. He has no idea how hard it was to swallow my anger.
The Jembe hit the soil again but that did nothing to relieve the tension in my muscles. I have been at it for a while now but it is of no use. In my body an explosion is in progress, no reverse gear can stop it. It is like if a waiter served me a five-course dish of rage that tastes like bitter coffee. Right now I feel like if there is more going on in my brain right now than my body can handle but still I can't allow myself to break. Not right now. I need to prove them wrong. I can do this. May the Almighty give them a long life to see me prove them wrong. I can do this. I will do this. I will become a priest.
Eventually, I can feel the heat scorching my already dry skin. I stand up and look at the work of my hands. A hole. That's what I've dug for the past few minutes that seemed like an eternity and yet my anger can't seem to simmer down. But then again why I'm I so furious if I know they are wrong and I'm right? Maybe a cold shower will do the trick. People say it works miracles, I hope it's as kind to me as well.
I pick up the shirt which I had tossed on the ground a while back and head for the house. The house seemed quiet but then again I can't be exactly sure the songs were too loud in my ears. Ma had bought these headphones for me a while back.
Its speakers are just marvelous always making each arithmetic beat of music flood through my blood splitting me apart from the normal world into my own.
As stubborn as I am I have to admit I don't have it in me to climb the stairs to my room for a bath. I'll just use the one right here downstairs in the guest room. Its heater broke and I haven't had time to fix it yet. Right now though I'm glad I didn't. I get rid of the belt and start unzipping my pants. I need to get into that shower before my body caves in to the exhaustion that was threatening to take over. It falls to the ground and a slight welcome breeze hits me. I look at my boxers and can't help but smile. They had a picture of SpongeBob. I got them a while back when swimming was a part of me. It still is. Just that of late I've been busy helping out in the hospital that I haven't visited the spring.
A soft thud catches my attention and my eyes quickly drink the sight before me. My legs as if hypnotized more to her involuntarily. My hand involuntarily pulls her towards my hard chest as my nose tickles her ears. I can feel something building deep inside me and its only release is her. My finger slips inside her mound thrusting inside and out as I palm her clitoris. She lets out a cry which sends my hormones on a rampage as I push inside her harder and harder; my breath hitching. She comes in my fingers and that's all I need to make me weak enough not to this right by her. She is so responsive. I reach over the bedside table and grab a foil packet. Thank God for Adam for his wayward ways. At least I benefit from it today. May he change but also leave these gifts behind for me to use. I move between her legs spreading them further apart as I pull the condom onto my considerable length. I position the head of my erection at the entrance of her sex ready to plunge in.
'Aden?' a voice called out but I was in too deep to listen to my consciousness. Then I heard it. Trully heard it. It was Aurora calling. Her voice that was just a few minutes ago music to my ears is in its stead was laced with fear. Fear? What is she afraid of? I thought we are in this together? Wait, what is going on? Then it hit me.
The haze in my eyes slipped off as everything came crashing down. I'm still standing a meter away from her. All that was my rugged impure thoughts. I look into her eyes and for a moment there was a vulnerability in her eyes but it quickly vanished. Almost unnoticed if one isn't too keen. I'm mortified. I can't believe what just went through my brain.
I turn around to avoid further confusion in my muddled head but it's too late. My eyes already traveled from her legs to her mound, breasts, and more. The semi-darkness did nothing to help either. Apart from highlighting the softness of her curves, it created an ambiance of romance and I fell right for it. This is the first time I've had to literally rip my eyes from her. There is something so disarming about seeing Aurora naked and I don't like it. It made me feel unstable.
I barely managed to pull my scattered sensations together before she stood right in front of me wrapped in a towel.
'I'm sorry about that. It was an accident. I tripped and.... And....and,' Aurora stuttered
'It's okay. Accidents happen let's forget about this and move on.' I responded having managed to put my breath even.
'Thank you, Aden. I'm so happy it was you.......I mean at least with you I know nothing improper can happen. You'll make the perfect- honest priest to ever live. Alright, let me leave you to it. Let me go dress up. Dinner in fifteen. Be on time.' She said walking away. All I sincerely wanted was for her to leave my vision in proximity. My skin is already burning; flushed- too hot and too cold. On her way out she turned and looked back, 'Oh and Aden, nice boxers.'
I stood there frozen on the spot as the door closed. I could feel the disgust and self-loathe in my veins. Nothing could rescue me from this embarrassment. I just know that whenever I'm in a quiet zone this memory would pop up and torment me over and over again. I'm furious. How could I? Just moments ago I was mad at Aaron for what he said and now this. That's right Aaron. What he insinuated must have tampered with my resolve. Damn him. I need to put everything in its place and fast or else I will be a victim to his negative influence. Yes, this is his fault. It has to be because the latter would have to mean that my fears are being manifested. That they are all right and maybe I still crave the woman's flesh. That guilt is what is driving me to the seminary. No, it is his fault, not mine. It really has to be.