Confessions

The wedding is boring. The same vows you've heard a million times spoken by two people you couldn’t care less about. You only came because I wanted you to. I sniffle as I watch the bride walk down the aisle. The bride looks so beautiful in her dress. It makes me think of getting married... eventually. Not yet. I don’t quite feel domesticated enough to become a June Cleaver. The ceremony is beautiful none the less.1

Half way through, I notice you're beginning to nod off. I don’t really blame you. They're my friends and the room is scorching hot, incense is thick in the air. \"Love?\" I gently tap your shoulder. \"Do you want to step out?\" Luckily, we got a seat at the very back.2

I stand, ignoring the looks from people around us and pull you out. If Mandi asks, I'll just say you felt ill. Laughing softly, I close the door behind us. I wipe your cheek off and add, teasingly, \"I think you were drooling.\" Of course, you deny it.3

Kissing you softly, I add, \"I'll still like ya even if you are a drooler.\"4

I look around and we're in the church's foyer. What to do now? Tapping my foot against the stone floor, I look around. The room is empty. Normally, this is the second part of the chapel. In the corner, there’s a booth. I think it’s a confessional. Skipping over, I look inside, it is. \"Wanna play confessor?\" I tease.5

You follow me inside the curtained half. I sit you on the bench and smirk. \"Forgive me, father for I have sinned.” I loosen the tie and take it off then undo a few shirt buttons. I sit on your lap, kissing you before moving to lick and bite the skin around your neck. \"Your reward for coming with me.\"6

You smirk and tell me you deserve one. Of course this wedding is all too brutal a sacrifice for your day off.7

\"What would make it better?\"8

You tilt me back, leaning me against the opposite wall and pull my skirt up. I didn’t wear panties today and you have free access to me. You gently slide one finger inside before entering another one. I move around, trying to get comfortable. Anticipating my impending moans, you cover my mouth with your free hand. Just in time. I bite down on the inside on your hand.9

You move me to turn around; I’m facing the wall. I hear your belt undo and I shiver. I can’t wait for the familiar sound of the undoing of your zipper or the feeling of you pressing against my slit. I fidget excitedly. You don’t let me down. Pulling me back, you lower me onto the length of your pulsing cock. \"Fuck me.\" I mumble, the words bring a sort of perverse pleasure considering our setting.10

The harder you thrust, the harder it is to contain myself. I bite my tongue and tried to hold it all in. I hear a moan and turned to look at you. You look just as confused as me as to the source of the sound. I open the curtain that divides us sinners from the priest's side of the booth.11

A man sits there, though it’s dark enough that I can’t see all of him; only the wet shimmer of his cock, the outline of his hands. I watch in horror as he slows his piston like motions, seeing us watching him. You tense, the introduction of this voyeur making you freeze inside my cunt. I began to pull away but you stop me. Slowly, you grip my hips, raising and lowering me back down. The man chuckles and the rhythm continue. As you fuck me, I watch him and I know he's watching me. I try to keep my face passive, not to let my own excitement spurn his. But it’s too much for me and I let out a moan. He matches mine with one of his own and I hear you utter one yourself. Moving, I lean my back against your chest and shorten the thrusts. Your hands move to breasts, rolling my nipples through the cloth of my blouse. You tell me your close and I nod, unable to say anything. As you cum in me, a splash of liquid appears on the velvet of the curtains. It seems our admirer enjoyed our little show just as much as we did. Standing, I lower my skirt and fix my blouse. You take a Kleenex from a box on your bench and wipe yourself off. I shake my head and walk out, you follow behind me. The man appears and reaches out, stroking my cheek. \"My child, you're sins are forgiven.\" Then he smiles and walks away