Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned

Buffy felt the crisp air against her skin as she ran along the trails of the mission complex. It really was a beautiful estate. The buildings consisted of the main front one that housed the administrative offices. There were two larger buildings that contained the school’s classrooms and the gymnasium. A large church, of course was the masterpiece of all the buildings. There was a dorm style building for the nuns that livedrkedrked and taught there and there was also a Victorian style large home that was where the priests resided.

Fathers William, Wesley and Charles were the only men besides school children on the estate. There were many more nuns. Their dorm was much larger than the Father’s home but not as nice. It was just rows of single rooms, most very plain or even barren.

The estate had multiple athletic areas; the soccer field, tennis courts, basketball courts and playground areas. They believed in good physical health as well as spial. al. Then there was the walking or jogging trail that curved and weaved its whrouhroughout the entire complex. The grounds were immaculately landscaped with beautiful flower gardens, stone statues and weeping trees.

Buffy enjoyed the scenery as she had her morning run. She was up at the crack of dawn every morning to run an hour. She had donned her running suit and had been out for about thirty minutes. She closed her eyes briefly to inhale in the scent of the morning dew and…
“OOOOOOMPHHHHHH!”
Buffy tumbled into something huge and landed flat or bar back with said huge thing pinning her down.
“Oh Dear Lord! Are you O.K.?” Father William looked down at the girl beneath him.
Buffy blinked and stared up into his beautiful blue eyes. His face was inches from hers and his body was pressed tight against her own.
“I…I…I…” Buffy couldn’t get any words to come out as she felt something hand and long pressing up against her most intimate area.
“I think…I think there’s a tree branch poking me…ummm…can you help…” Buffy began as Father William turned beet red and began scrambling to get up and off her.

Buffy looked down at her uncovered body now and there was no tree branch but she wasn’t being poked anymore. She got up to her feet and looked at the back of Father William who was now turned away from her.
“Are you O.K. Father William? I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Buffy apologized.
“You are an accident waiting to happen, aren’t you Sister Buffy?” he said over his shoulder.
She blushed, first the soccer incident and now this.

She moved to come around to his front, “The branch didn’t get you did it?” she stopped as she took in his red face and pained expression and then looking lower, the outline of his pants that were showing off a long bulge that she finally realized was not a tree branch after all.
“Please just go, Sister Buffy.” He tried to turn from her again in his embarrassment.
“Father William…I…please…it’s O.K. Don’t be…” Buffy reached up and took his face in her hands and caressed his cheeks. He closed his eyes and leaned into her caress and before she knew it, he had her pinned up against ee aee and his lips were pressed against hers.

“Why do you tempt me?” he breathed out in between kisses. “Did God send you here to test my faith? Is that it?”
Buffy was stunned silent however she did return his kiss and made no move to get away from him. In fact her hands came up and twined themselves behind his neck to play with the soft curls that lay there.
His lips were so soft and he was pushing his tongue into her mouth and she had no idea what to do but she wanted whatever it was that she didn’t know what to do. She moaned as he pressed his lithe body up against hers. Her back ground into the tree trunk but she paid no heed to the minor discomfort as all she could feel were his lips on hers.

“Oh God help me, Buffy. I waou sou so much.” He finally pulled away and looked into her eyes.
“William…” she sighed and pulled him back in for another kiss.
In the distance they heard voices and William jumped back from her like she was on fire.
“Oh God. I am sorry Sister Buffy. I am so sorry” He hung his head in shame as reality finally came crashing down on him.
Buffy felt her cheeks rise in color in her own embarrassment and she stepped away from the tree and smoothed down her outfit.
“It won’t happen again, Father. I…have to go…” and with that she took off running.

William turned and jogged in the opposite direction, towards the church where he would beg forgiveness.

William knelt at the altar, tears streaming down his cheeks as he prayed. I am a filthy bad rude man he thought. He prayed for God to deliver him from this unholy passion he had for Sister Buffy. That was how Father Wesley found him.
“Father William? Are you alright?” Father Wesley put a hand to his shoulder.
“Yes, just…prayind fnd felt very emotional” William tried to cover.
“If you need anything…” Father Wesley began.
“I’m fine. Thank you” William stood and turned to leave.
Father Wesley watched the younger priest leave with a sneaking suspicion that there was more to his sobbing at the altar than standard praying.

Buffy ran all the way back to her quarters, thankful it was still early and most were only just rising. She made it to her room and slumped down on her bed, raising her fingers to her own lips and remembering his sweet kisses. How can I ever face him again? She thought. She heard the bell chiming the hour turning over and hurriedly changed into her habit. She went to the dining hall located within the dorm where the sisters ate breakfast and dinner regularly. Lunch was optional as some ate at the school’s cafeteria.

She got her tray of oatmeal, a banana and some milk and silently walked down the rows of tables.
“Sister Buffy! Over here!” Sister Willow called to her and she looked up to see her and Tara seated at one of the tables by a large window.
“Good morning” Buffy told them as she sat down.
“Good morning Sister Buffy” Tara smiled warmly.
Buffy began eating her breakfast as the other two women resumed eating theirs as well.
Buffy’s thoughts were elsewhere and she was just mechanically going through the motions of eating. She absently, peeled her banana and then took a bite.
“Wow, that’s a huge banana. I’m surprised you can get your lips around it. The kitchen must’ve got a good stock in” Willow said.
Buffy looked down at her banana and visions of Father William’s “banana” filled her head as she pictured her lips wrapped around that instead. She started to choke on the bite she’d already taken.

“Sister Buffy? Are you alright?” Tara stood and was preparing to do the Heimlich maneuver but Buffy waved her away and took a big swallow of milk.
“Sorry…something just went down the wrong way. I’m alright.” She smiled weakly.
“See…I told you. Too big of a banana. You should cut it into slices probably” Willow commented completely oblivious to Buffy’s dilemma.
“Actually, I think I’ve had enough. I’m full and I need to get over to the gymnasium for classes. I’ll see you two later.” Buffy stood.
“Bye Sister Buffy. Have a nice day” Sister Tara told her.

Buffy took her tray back to the kitchen and went back to her room to grab her gym bag then headed off towards the school. She passed a row of tasteful nude statues adorning one of the many gardens on the estate on her way and her eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to the small stone penises. First a tree branch, then a banana, now this. Everywhere she turned, she saw something phallic shaped. She shook her head and continued on.

The morning passed by rather quickly. Too quickly because before she knew it, it was lunch time. She couldn’t bear to face Father William. She remembered him saying that Father Charles took his lunch the same period out at the picnic area. Buffy got her lunch tray and went there.
“Mind if I join you, Father?” she asked coming up on Father Charles at one of the tables.
“Sister Buffy! Of course, sit down. I’d be delighted!” he smiled big.
“Thank you. It’s really beautiful out here. I see now why you come here for lunch instead of the lounge.” Buffy sat down and began eating her sandwich.

She noticed the big dill pickled on her plate and discreetly wrapped it in one of the napkins she had picked up so she wouldn’t have to look at it. She mentally slapped herself for her lewd thoughts but she couldn’t help herself. She was consumed with them ever since this morning.

She and Father Charles finished their lunches in silent companionship. Meanwhile, Father William was sweating profusely, waiting for Buffy to show up in the lounge. When the minutes ticked by and she never showed, his nervousness at seeing her again began turning to anger. She was avoiding him! He left the lounge before the period ended and that’s when he saw her outside with Father Charles. An unnecessary bubble of jealously rose up in him at seeing her with Father Charles. What has this chit done to me? He thought. Buffy took that moment to turn to stand up from the picnic table and her eyes caught his across the courtyard. He looked angry and she swallowed the lump in her throat.

Later if you asked him why he did what he did next, he would tell you he went momentarily crazy. Yes, temporary insanity. Buffy had said her goodbyes to Father Charles and walked across the yard towards William. She couldn’t avoid him forever, she thought. Best to get this over with now. When she got within a few feet, he stepped closer and said in a low voice as he grabbed her hand and placed it on his crotch, “Didn’t get your fill of this earlier, pet? Have to go looking for it elsewhere? By, God, if this” He pressed her hand more firmly to him, “is what you want, then you’ll get it here and nowhere else. Do you understand me?” he pulled away from her.
“I…I…yes, Father” Buffy managed to squeak out in shock.

William watched her flushed face intently and then his lapse in sanity ended and he quickly looked around to make sure no one had witnessed them. Father Charles still had his back turned to them and no one else was in the area. He breathed a sigh of relief then looked at her again. She was frozen to her spot in front of him. He must’ve put the fear of God into her. Now isn’t that ironic he thought.

O.K., so the insane moment hadn’t ended like he thought as the next words out of his mouth were, “There is a small chapel on the outskirts of the estate. We don’t use it anymore. If you take the trail past the Church and go through the Royal Gardens beyond that, you’ll see a narrow dirt path that leads to the chapel. Meet me there tonight at 10.” And with that he left her standing there, not even waiting for her answer. He just expected her to do what he said.

He had expected right.

Continued in Chapter 3- Cozy Little Chapel with a View