CeriseBuss
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Chapter One -- Awakening
“Bless me Father, for I have sinned,” Rosa Maria Becerra-Berillas said softly as she knelt in the small, dark booth. “It has been two weeks since my last confession.”*
“Bless you, Child,” Father Jorgé’s kind, familiar voice rumbled through the wicker screen. “Please unburden your soul and find peace.”
“My sin, Father, is a sin of lust. It’s... it’s difficult to talk about.”
“Just start at the begining....”
“Alright.... Well, I work as a maid for a woman. She is a businesswoman and has no husband. She is usually gone for much of the day. I dust and straighten and vacuum all the rooms every day, and change bed sheets every Monday and Friday. This past Friday I was working in her bedroom and decided to put on the television. You should see it Father! She has a huge television right on the wall in her room. Anyway, I turned on the television and it was already on.... Father, do you have Netflix?”
“The parish council has seen fit to pay for Netflix for my rest and diversion, but I rarely get to take advantage of it.”
“But then you know, Father, that when you turn on Netflix, whatever show was last watched shows up on the screen. If you then play it, it will start wherever it left off. So there on the set was a movie called Concussion.”
“Oh, I’ve heard of that. It’s about American football.”
“No... Forgive me for disagreeing, but I don’t think that was this movie. When I turned it on, it just showed two women talking in a café. So I just went about my work, with the movie on as background noise to keep me company. And then....”
“‘And then’?”
“Then, um... then, Father, they were in bed together.”
“Oh! Okay. I see. But watching a movie, even one like that, is not a sin.”
“I understand father, but I didn’t turn it off, and it made me feel...” Even now, Rosa remembered the lust that welled up from her loins at seeing the lesbian love scene. She felt her face flush, and knew more than shame caused this. “It... um, made me feel like... Like how a person feels if she wants to make love.”
“I see...” Father Jorgé cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “Even that is not a sin. It’s God’s gift of special love, the kind that’s good, even pure, so long as it is saved for marriage. How old are you, Child?”
“I’m nineteen years old, Father.”
“So, old enough to marry. Is there a young man in your life?”
“No, Father, I have not met anyone who seems right for me, not even here at church.” She had felt their eyes on her, though. Men her own age, and even much older, blatantly looking at her as she walked to her favorite pew, just two rows back from the front. Even while in line for Communion, sometimes, she would catch a man looking up and down her petite body in its Sunday dress. She despised their brazenness and contrived machismo. She had not yet decided what sort of man she would wed, but she knew he would be strong, but gentle and caring, or she would never marry. Perhaps, if she did not find such a man soon, she would give up and become a nun.
“So... you have plenty of time yet. In the meantime, I understand how disturbing it can be to have the sort of feelings you had when you are not married, but it is something all people must deal with. Feeling them, however, is not a sin.”
“Yes, Father, as you say... but there is more.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, Father. As I said, I work for a single woman as her maid. People have no privacy from their maids. We see everything. So I knew what was in a drawer in the night stand by the bed. Um....”
“Just say it, dear. I think I know where this is going, but if you’re to be absolved, you must confess it all.”
“My employer... she has, um.... How do you say?” Rosa could not bring herself to use the usual term, and had to think of a euphemism. “Toys... She has toys... um... Toys that... that buzz.”
“I understand... and you, uh... you used one of them?”
“Yes, Father. I used it until it made that feeling go away.” Having finally confessed her sin, Rosa chattered on. “I’m sorry, Father. I’ve never done anything like that before! Not with a boy, not with my own fingers... never! But the feeling was just too strong. I needed to make it go away, and... and....”
Rosa sobbed into her blouse sleeve.
“There, there, Child... You have sinned, but you are clearly repentant. The appropriate penance is obviously to do some act in honor of Mary, the Virgin Mother of Christ. Go to her statue in the church and pray the Ave Maria. Then, either at church or home, say the entire Rosary. While you do, and after, reflect on the value of your innocence and virginity. Keep those reflections in mind the next time you have such feelings. Now....” Father Jorgé started to recite a formula that, obvious from his monotonous drone, he had said thousands of times before. “God the Father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of your son, you have reconciled the world to yourself and sent the Holy Spirit among us for the forgiveness of sins. Through the ministry of the church, may God grant you pardon and peace. And I absolve you of your sins, in the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”
“Amen!” Rosa repeated, having crossed herself. “Thank you, Father.”
Rosa stood up and exited the confessional, walking straight over to the statue of the Blessed Virgin. She felt relieved that Father Jorgé had found her ready for absolution before she had said all she had come prepared to confess: that while she used the vibrator on herself, she had fantasized of being one of the women in the film, making love with the other; and that it had felt so good the first time she had an orgasm, she used the toy to have a second one. It didn’t matter, prepared in her heart to confess these, the absolution covered them as well, it had washed her clean of it all. Now, she just had to make sure to do nothing like that ever again.
* The entire conversation above would have taken place in Spanish. It is rendered in English for the sake of our readers.
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