Saints and Sinners

Prologue

It all started one night. She was at her best friend's house. Everyone else was watching a movie and she said she was going to the bathroom. She knew the house's every corner, every crevice. So making it to her best friend's brother's room was easy. Ensuring no one entered was the hard part. He had gone for a camping trip with his friends. So, she wasn't worried about him coming back. She shut the door and hoped her best friend would be too busy looking for the other girls to start hunting her down.

She didn't even need to switch on the light. She knew this room all too well. Every time her best friend invited her over, she'd always come by to say hey to her brother. She ambled towards the mirror that was the only thing glimmering in the room. It reflected the light from the window that was directly opposite it. She looked at herself in the mirror like she'd never done before.

Pleasuring yourself wasn't a bad thing. She'd seen her mother do it a couple of times when her father wasn't in the mood and with a little research, she'd come to know the various ways girls can pleasure themselves too.

In her head, she needed this more than anything in her entire life. She needed to feel loved and appreciated in more ways than one. So, she took of her pajama top and was took a deep breath. Her chest was sprouting features she'd come to learn developed with age. She was transitioning from being a little girl. She was growing more and more into a woman by the day, just like how her innocent crush was growing more and more into something that got her killed.

She looked over at the bed and ambled towards it. Her hand grabbed the neatly folded shirt that sat on the bed. It was dark but she could still make out the color of the shirt. It was blue. As blue as his eyes. She smelt it. It smelt like chlorine and cinnamon. It made her knees weak. She climbed into the bed and continued smelling the shirt. Getting more and more overwhelmed by it.

She started grabbing her little apples and pinching their centers. She imagined he was here and he was worshipping her body with his hot wet lips, tracing every fabric of her being with his gentle hands.

It was her the first time she was doing anything like this. In the videos she'd watched of girls like her do things like this, they had toys or carrots. But she didn't have any toys and she was allergic to carrots. All she had was a shirt, hands and a mind full of fantasies no daughter of her priest should ever have.

In her head, she'd always pictured that he was the one on top. And after she was done playing with her little apples, she reached passed her pajama shorts, into her panties only to find a lustful rosebud. She played with it's fore petals a bit as she moaned softly. Sweetly. She pictured him eating her out like a bowl of chicken soup. It was all such a thrill. She decided to take off her pyjama shorts just so nothing was in the way. She didn't even have the decency to at least stay in her underwear.

She played more and more with her rosebud. Only the fore petals, of course. He wasn't really there. At least not anywhere but her head and so she didn't want to go deep into her core. She'd leave that to him. If there was she was, it was somewhat religious.

She couldn't allow fingers or toys to be the first to eat up her purity. It would be him. It had to be. At least in her perspective. She closed her eyes and pictured him by her side. She pictured feeling his skin caress hers. She played with her rosebud some more and finally let out her last glorious moan.

It all felt too good for words. She opened her eyes and met the light coming in from the corridor.

Didn't she close the door before she began?

She flinched when light brown eyes looked right at her, in awe.