Nun Romance: The Forbidden Fruit

Nun Romance: The Forbidden Fruit (SMUT)

Sister Jude's POV

It was around 10PM in the night. It was heavily raining outside since a half an hour. I really love the rain especially when it's heavy, soothing me, enjoying it with my entire heart and watching it like a child. I was still wearing my working clothes. I was sitting peacefully on my chair in my office, crossing my legs whilst checking the most recent documents of some asylum patients with my eyeglasses. Since 9:30PM the patients were already in their rooms, sleeping. 

Unless I heard a door knock which was weak and lasted for a few seconds. I assume that it was either my beloved colleague Sister Mary Eunice, the Monsignor himself or somebody else. I left the document that I was holding, leaving it onto my desk and exclaiming with "Yes?". Afterwards, the door opened and the person who I have expected either the most or the least was actually Sister Mary, the younger nun. I was surprised in the same time while on other hand I wasn't that at all. 

The younger woman was wearing her nun outfit either too. Her juvenile, fresh and full of life face wasn't that pale, otherwise it was shining like a star. She was wearing an extraordinary and sweet smile, possessing benevolent aura. As she took her first steps inside my office, closing the door behind herself, I started:

-Do you know why you are here? - I enquired to a certain extent dogmatically, glaring at her with a frown. Our eyes met, recognising her pure innocence.

Sister Mary Eunice's POV

Once I knocked on Jude's office door, I heard a hoarse voice of an older woman shouting with a simple "Yes?", leading to my little voice that speaks to me including my instincts to enter inside the older nun's office. As I stepped in the cabinet, I saw from a long distance her grimaced face, directly glaring at me. Without an exaggeration! Her both hands were placed onto her wooden desk, wearing eyeglasses. 

My heart was near to lost a rhythm, hardly beating. I was quite nervous and near to have a heart attack. I felt my cheeks roaming like a blooming rose. I had the tremendous feeling that my brain has just stopped working and functioning. To be honest, believe me or not, I am madly in love with Sister Jude. I know I might sound some kind of a weirdo but whatever. I really like some people of the opposite gender. But...but...something was much different than the usual! I am in love with Jude because she is not only the person with whom I am usually communicating and working with. Moreover her character, beauty, charm and everything else about her have fascinated me since our first days as colleagues in Briarcliff. I don't care about her age or anything else which can distance us from each other in various ways! As she asked me do I know why I am in her office, I replied at last: