The Imperfect Priest

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OOC: Yet, another private thread for Ariosto and myself. Hope you enjoy!

The mirror reflecting a model of perfect coolness was in contrast of a ball of jitters that was so well hidden. Gabrielle's brand new uniform was perfectly pressed. Her brick red plaid skirt had sharp creases down to her knees making her already long legs seem longer. Even though the navy blue uniform tie hung loosely under the collor of her pure white blouse, she still had an air of crispness about her.

A sigh escaped her pouty lips. This was the first day of her senior year at this strange school, Academy of Holy Names. And she worried how well she’ll fit into this school full of cliques and long term bonding friendships.

Gabrielle was forced to move from San Francisco to Boston. She begged and pleaded to be left behind with a guardian. After all she just turned eighteen last month, and surely, her father could afford it. But he insisted the change of location would be good for her. It would give her a taste of the East Coast, he said. So, here she is, about to experience the East Coast flavor for the first time.

A quick glance to her watch alarmed her. Christ! She has only ten minutes to drive to school. She grabbed her heavy backpack and yelled out. “Bye Daddy! I’m late for school,” before running out and hopping into her lime green VolksWagon bug which was given to her as a consolation bribe for being a good sport while being uprooted from the only life she knew of.

Already the colors started changing. Traces of orange and yellow were found among the oversized maple leaves. Her hair blew out the window as she squealed into the empty parking lot. It seems everyone was already in their first class.

This is not good! Gabrielle scolded to herself as she wandered around the empty halls looking for her first class. She had plans to arrive in class with the others so she can just blend in, not drawing any attention to herself.

Too late! She peeked through the stain glass window and saw the class was full.

"You're late!"

A loud shriek filled the empty halls as Gabrielle jumped out of her skin. She turned and saw a pair of the most intense coal eyes she had ever seen.
 
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"Your late!"
Father Damien, was a tall slender man whose hair was graying at the temples. He peered down at her through round rimless glasses. His expression one of dark disaproval.
Her first thought when she saw him was that of a sinister crow about to snatch a roadkill off the highway.
Then he smiled...

"I am too...come on let's make a dramatic entrance, shall we?"
His teeth were very white against an olive complexion... she caught herself staring at him.

He put a long fingered hand on her shoulder and swung the door open.
The noise in the classroom subsided immediately.

"Ladies and gentleman...."
He paused and directed the girl to an empty seat on the front row.

"Ladies and gentleman, please welcome.....?"

He was looking at her!

"Ahhh...Gabrielle...Gabrielle Richards."
She got out finally.

"Gabrielle...very nice name."
He shuffled some papers and then looked over his glasses at the twenty staring faces.

"Welcome to your Art History class. I'm Father Damien and most of you have met me before."
A few heads nodded and smiled, a few looked scared to death.
"We all know Gabby's name now, so how about standing one by one and introduce yourselves to the rest of us."
 
“Uh….pardon me, Father Damien.” She stood up with her held high. Her permanent pouty lower lip more pronounced.

“Yes, Gabby.”

“I prefer you refer to me in my formal name, Gabrielle.”

Her eyes held his boldly. Waves of shocked murmurs filled the class. No one ever stands up to Father Damien.

“Gabrielle – God’s Strength. A messenger of good news. Very well, St. Gabrielle. You shall be referred to as Gabrielle.”

Gabrielle saw his eyes narrow quickly. So quickly, she wondered if she imagined it. She blinked. He was standing with a smile on his lips. He’s nice enough, she decided. Especially when he smiles.

“Now let’s learn the preferred names of the other students. Shall we?”

She nodded and hurried to sit back down.
 

Father Damien, born Charles Drew in Connecticut forty years before had always been a man of extreme paradox. Brilliant and gifted he'd devoted himself to culture and the arts, had in fact published several books of criticism and art history along the way but then was brought up short in a promising academic career by his one ungovernable vice...girl's, or more exactly young women. Very young women.

Sixteen was the legal age in Georgia and Georgia was where he was teaching at the time he met Amy
Lawrence. She said she was nearly 17 in fact, and he'd rationalized that he was only 10 years older than she.
In the trail it came out that Amy had added 2 years to her age and the next 5 years of his life Charly Drew spent in State Prison for statutory rape.

Release...remorse...spiritual renewal and seminary..he'd been a priest now for three years, teaching at Holy Names for two...and battling constantly at the old demons..constantly.

Gabrielle quickly realised that she could catch his attention by crossing her legs and twice during the introductory lecture on art history he'd lost his train of thought because of it.
As the clock approached 9 she began to consider ways of keeping that attention past the class period. father Damien was a VERY handsome man.
 
Very handsome indeed!

Gabrielle spent the whole class period watching the way his lips moved, the way his body turned, and the way his eyes constantly flickered back to her. At one time, she caught his eyes roam down her long, slender limbs. She crossed them again. Yes, he did look. A mischievous smile played with her lips. Yes, Father Damien is handsome indeed.

The bell rang and the class filed out quickly. None of her classmates stopped to talk to her, so she sat there until the room was empty.

“St. Gabrielle…”

His baritone voice boomed. “What can I do for you?”

Gabrielle stood at her full height almost eye to eye with him.

“Father Damien?”

Her teeth pulled in her bottom lip and released it making it redder, fuller and shiny with saliva. He stood poised like a valor knight.

“Uummm…I would like to apologize to you. I shouldn’t have corrected you in front of the class like that. If you would like, you may call me Gaby, though I do prefer Gabrielle….”
 

"No, I appreciate you telling me. Gabrielle is a lovely name.
Is your family French?"
He sat down on the edge of his desk and gestured for her to take a seat in front of him.

"Partly, yes my Father was born on Sisteron."

She was crossing her legs again!...*CONTROL!*

"Let's see, Sisteron...in the Maritime Alps, correct?"
His face was very tan over the white colar, the black shirt...
She felt a heat blossom between her legs.

"Do you know it Father Damien? Have you been there?"

The girl is vivacious, an absolute charmer...careful...careful...

He looked out the window, he seemed far away...
His profile was maddeningly handsome.

"I did a lot of skiing around Grenoble before I ahhh...entered the Priesthood."

"Oh, Father!", she gushed, "Tell me please what were you before you were a priest."

He looked at her and smiled,
"Why my dear, I was a child molester."

She laughed, he had the deepest brown eyes she'd ever seen.
 
“A handsome priest with a wicked sense of humor. I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy your class.” She managed to say through her voracious laugh.

She stood poised with one foot turned outward allowing her legs to part slightly.
They stood silently, waiting for the other.

“I’m not sure of the protocol around here but…..”

Her voice trailed as her innocent eyes glanced down. Oh she does have the most cherub face! Father Damien thought as he shifted his seat on the edge of the desk struggling to mask the war in his black wool pants.

“But?”

“I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with my father and myself?”

Her eyes dilated slightly as the words gushed out.

“Well Gabrielle, the protocol encourages such arrangement. But, why don’t you ask your father before we commit to anything definite?”

The second alarm rang and the classroom door opened immediately. The second period class started to pour in. Father Damien and Gabrielle straightened quickly, too quickly.
In a loud stern voice, he continued.

“Check with your father first, then get back with me. Meanwhile I will check my schedule for a suitable time.”

He dismissed her. With an amused smile, she walked out allowing a swing in her plaid skirt.
 

Classes were over.
Father Damien sat in his tiny office and stared out the window at the fleecy clouds lying like soft white pillows against the blue sky.
He'd heard no more from Gabrielle and perhaps that was best.
He'd thought about going to the admistration office and pulling her files, who was she...who was her father...he didn't.
Better be safe than sorry.

There'd been 5 classes that day, only one in art history, one in church history and the others the western civ courses that made his position at All Souls a fundable one.
In every class there'd been pretty girls, even a few that had that quizzical gleam in their eye as they watched him.
But no one quite like Gabrielle...she was tall, matureand there was something exotic in her looks...a brush of oriental maybe?
Oh yes...she was also provacative and she knew it.

He smiled...
Charles was stirring, old Charly Drew himself, banished to the place he loved so well and now flexing his muscles once again, swelling warmly between his legs, stirring from dormancy, lengthening, thickening, sending delicious aching messages to the Priests brain.
Touch me father...hold me...stroke me...no harm in this...no danger...feel me...feel old Charly...think about the girl...how much you'd like to...

Father Damien's face was expressionless as he fought the old demon. He'd fought him many times, winning mostly, but losing enough to keep him...human.

His hand was resting on the swollen throbbing results of Charlie's work...he was about to lose another one, when suddenly there was a light knocking at his door.
 
“Is this a good time?”

She looked different. Father Damien noticed her hair was pulled back in a single ponytail. He was able to see her full features…. her high cheekbones…her innocent almond eyes…. teasing him one moment…. seducing him the next.

“Yes. Do come in.”

Was his voice tensed? Maybe he had a bad day, Gabrielle wondered as her eyes flickered back and forth unsure if it was a mistake to see him again.

“What can I do for you, St. Gabrielle?”

His smile warmed her, she moved in closer.

“Thank you, father for being so friendly with me this morning. It’s difficult being the new student and all…”

“Come, sit. Tell me about your day.”

Gabrielle’s coltish legs carried her to the desk before his. Her back arched as she relieved the heavy backpack. The gaps of her white uniformed blouse stretched wide revealing a blush colored bra. Father Damien’s eyes closed as he groaned silently. Thank God, he was behind his desk with his lap safely covered.

“Oh. It was ok I suppose. World History and Literature will be a breeze since I’ve already taken the courses out west. I will have a problem with Advanced Calculus. I suppose I will need a tutor. Theology will be the most interesting. I’m not used to Catholic schools teach other forms of theology.”

Her lips widened revealing a set of perfectly straight teeth due to many years of braces.

“How was your day, Father?”
 

Safely under his desk the demon was raging.
Damien's brain fed Charley the fleeting image of her bra with just the hint of a full curve beneath, it fed him the sight of the slim tan legs which unlike her breasts were displayed constantly as she sat down and crossed them, the soft full inviting lips...
He tried to step away from the greedy hunger with which Charley grabbed the images and screamed for more to feed his growing arousal.

"Very quiet Gabrielle, quite dull. I think in fact you were the high point of the day."

*BE CAREFUL!!*

"I was?"
The girl beamed.

The priest carefully placed both hands on the desk top.
Charles was heavy, full twitching with frustration.

*No, don't go there.*

"Calculus can be a real bear can't it. Never my strong suit but I could..."
he paused, hesitated...
"I could possibly of some help to you if you need a tutor."

He'd done it.
Was it a test for him, was that why or was it beacuse of the hungering beast that was lying hot and stiff between his legs.

"You'd help me...really!?"

"Yes."
Voice flat...like paper.

"That's great Father...when can we start?!"

He managed a wan smile, his hands slipped off the desk.

"Anytime your ready Little Saint...anytime your ready."
 
Gabrielle

“What if we start tomorrow?”

She hangs her head for a second. When she lifts her eyes, a sheepish smile plays with her innocent lips.

“I would like to try out for cheerleading. I doubt if I’ll make it especially after hearing the squad won state last year. Still I would like to tryout.”

Her leg kicks out involuntarily. Father Damien’s eyes couldn’t help following it from the ankle to…the dark shallows of ….

He clears his throat. “I’m sure you’ll be perfect for our squad. I will pray that you will make it.”

“Oh, will you, Father?”

Her soft browns glowed. She looked like a young child.

“Yes, I will, Gabrielle.”

She jumps up and leans across the desk and places a kiss on his cheek before he had a chance react. When she licked her lips, Gabrielle can taste his saltiness. Did she detect a soft groan from him?

“Thank you, Father. You’ve been the kindest person I’ve met since I moved here. Well, I must be off. Daddy is waiting for me. I promised I would have dinner with him. Good night, Father.”
 

The door shut.
Damien closed his eyes and willed his thoughts away from her.
It was no use.
Charly was all over him again...shouting, screaming at him.
*Let me out...let me out or you'll be sorry priest!*

He sighed...the lesser sin.

It stood out in high contrast to the black pants he wore.
Thrusting up from his unzippered fly, a thick curving shaft of ivory mocking him.
The wide head was broad and dark rose...he pressed his finger against it..soft...velvet...a pleasent chill went through him.

He could imagine the girls hand...she had long lovely hands with tapering fingers...clear polish on her nails....
Her hands, wrapping around him...her fingers tracing the the lines of his cock...(say it Priest)...cock.
His hand closed tight around the shaft and he slowly began to stroke himself...squeezing and pulling upwards...soft skin over the
stiff rod within...

He saw her smooth legs disapearing beneath the short plaid skirt...he could feel the heat of her thighs against his cheeks as he kissed his way up to her...
(Long strokes...squeezing strokes...)
He unbuckled his belt and slipped his trousers down, he cupped his own balls and watched the swelling and purpling of his glans as his fingers choked tightly, pulling up and then down...up and then down...up...

He wanted her to see him. To see him masterbating for her.
Charly wanted it that is...deep inside somewhere the Priest was hiding.
 
Gabrielle tried hard to be the perfect hostess that her father required, but her thoughts kept running away from her towards the handsome priest who was so quick to befriend her. His smile, his soft but masculine voice, his dark smoldering eyes made her shiver each time. It wasn’t a shiver caused by the cool autumn evening, but one that warmed her instantly, and sent strange tingly sensations to her body.

Though her father was busy discussing business, he was aware of her quietness. Each time he glanced at her, she was staring straight head with a glazed look. At first, he was puzzled, and worried. He eventually shrugged it off as Gabrielle being tired and bored. After all, today was her first day at a new school. Still, she should show more graciousness especially towards such an important client.

Later when Gabrielle was lying down on her stomach atop her sleigh bed, deeply engrossed in her homework, her father walked in.

“Hi pumpkin. Have lots of homework?”

Gabrielle pushed a lock of auburn hair behind her ears as she looked up at her father.

“Yes, Daddy. This new school is tough unlike West Coast Academy.”

He stepped forward and sat at the edge of the bed. His hand reached out and stroked her soft silken hair.

“Really? Is there much difference?”

“Somewhat. But don’t worry, Daddy. I can handle it.”

He laughed. She was just like her mother. Always determined to succeed.

“Is everything ok? You were quiet tonight during dinner.”

She sighed making her father frown. “Everything’s fine. I’m just a little overwhelmed, I guess. I’m trying to fit in and make friends but it’s not easy. They can tell I’m not one of them, and they’re not too keen on getting to know me. But, don’t worry. They will. After all, who can resist me?”

“That’s the attitude to have. Well, good night, pumpkin.”

He kissed the top of her head.

“Good night Daddy.”

Just when he was about to step out of her room, Gabrielle stopped him.

“Oh, Daddy? I forgot one thing. I promised my Art History teacher that we’d have him over for dinner sometime. Ok?”

“Art History?”

He cocked his eyebrow before a smile stretched his lips.

“Yes, Art History. I figure it’s an easy A.” She answered with the same smile as her father’s.

“Sure, why don’t you invite him over for our Saturday night dinner party?”

“Great idea! Thanks, Daddy, love you.”
 

Father Damien stared out the window at the crisp fall landscape below. The leaves were already beginning to turn. He loved the Fall. It was the fall days that he'd missed the most in prison.
Two seasons gone from his life...irrevocably.

He'd fought the demon when she left...fought hard and won.
A last indulgence, a walk to the window where he could see her
walk across the quadrangle and disappear into the trees bordering the parking lot.

He sighed and turned away. Opened the bottom door of his desk and pulled out the bottle of cognac he kept there.
A sip, a reward for another triumph.
Day by day...day by day.

Course schedule to complete...rolls to confirm. Busy work.
Her folder lay on his desk. He avoided it.
It was nearly five and he was considering where to eat supper,
when the phone rang.
 
Riiiiiiingggg

“Hello?”

“Father Damien?”

“Yes…”

“Oh! I’m surprised to get you. I was expecting your voicemail.”

She giggled lightly. It was more of a woman’s giggle than a child's.

"I'm glad you answered, I’m calling to invite you over at our house Saturday night. Daddy is hosting a small dinner party for his clients. I think you’ll like the people. Oh dear, I’m rambling again. Would do you say? Are you free Saturday night...you can come over around 5. An hour before everyone else arrives so you we can visit in privacy?”

She sat on her bed studying her long legs waiting for Father Damien’s response.

"Yes, I think Saturday night is fine."

"Great! We will see you Saturday night. And Father?"

"Yes, child."

"Good night. Hope you have sweet dreams."

Hours later, Gabrielle tossed and turned in her sleep, dreaming of the handsome Priest.
 

His dreams were vintage 'Charley' that night...
The girl sat in front of him wearing the short plaid skirt...always the short plaid skirt...her arms thrown out on the back of the leather couch in his office a smile playing across her full red lips.
"Did you call for me Father?"

He knelt on the floor in front of her. He was naked but clutched a rosary in his hand.
"Yes...I called for you. I need you to absolve me of my sins."

She laughed and he felt his cock springing to life between his thighs.
"How can I do that? I'm only an innocent girl after all."

The blood was racing into his turgid erection, he wondered if she noticed. He leaned back and held out his hands, the rosary dropped to the floor.
"It's your innocense that will free me!"
He cried, and scuttled forward until he could lean close and kiss her long tanned legs. One kiss on each just inside the knee.
"Your skin is warm and tastes like honey."

Gabrielle parted her legs and began to nuzzle and kiss the smooth ivory flesh of her thighs.
His hand had found his cock and he was beginning to masturbate in long delicious strokes.

"Do you want me Father...do you want to fuck me?"
He raised his head and saw the wan light of early morning coming through the distant barred window of the prison cell.
He jumped up!

"NO!"
He cried and released his cock which was on the point of ejaculation.
"No...."
He cried and sat on the edge of his narrow bed until tyhe sun crested the line of poplars on the hill and flooded his room with light.
 
Gabrielle took extra pains in arriving to school on time the next day. Though she had ample time, she marched straight to her Art History class only to find only a handful of early risers like herself. Even though there were plenty of seats available, she streamlined to the same one from yesterday, and waited patiently without acknowledging the inquiring glances by the interested boys or the gossipy whispers by the girls. She looked exactly the same as the first day except for the added touch of pinkish hue to her heart shaped lips.

The bell rang indicating the start of the day. As if on cue, the door opened immediately. The students ceased their socializing and flew to their appropriate seats. A wave of hushes echoed behind Gabrielle’s auburn tresses followed by a respectable silence. Father Damien strolled with hurried strides like a judge upon entering his without acknowledging the class.

Gabrielle fidgeted to a comfortable position. One long bare leg folded over the other gracefully as she sat up with intent eyes. He seemed different, she thought. She blinked a few times so she can focus better. No, he is different. He seems taller. And younger. Much younger than what she remembered from yesterday.

“Good morning class. Today we’re going to go back. All the way to 3500 B.C……”

Father Damien paced as he lectured. His eyes made contact with each and everyone of the students but Gabrielle’s. She made sure to follow him, hoping for her turn of the dark sinister eyes. But he ignored her. Despairing tingles settled in her lower stomach as she wondered what she had done wrong. Was she too forward yesterday? After all he is her teacher and she ishis student.

Her mind drifted towards the window. A cool steady breeze orchestrated the maple leaves into a waltz. Father Damien’s low professorial tones faded as Gabrielle lost herself into the cool performance of Mother Nature.

Before she knew it, loud shrills of a toxin startled her making her head to turn sharply towards Father Damien. He was looking at her intently with an obvious question in his eyes. Her lips turned slowly into a shy smile. Caught, her eyes dropped to her feet as she tried to contain the blush from monopolizing her perfect youthful skin.

What can she do? He caught her daydreaming. The disappointment in his face told her she couldn’t even fake it. She stood up and bent over for her backpack. The wool fabric tickled her hind legs as it rose. When she straightened her spine, her eyes automatically found him again and were relieved when he was busy discussing the day’s topic with another pretty classmate. Thank you, she whispered silently. When a group of co-eds passed her, she joined them silently. As soon as she reached the door, an authoritative baritone stopped her.

“Saint Gabrielle!”
 

He put on his most severe professorial face, (including scowl), until he saw Gabrielle's look of apprehension and surprise.
Then he laughed.

"Come on little saint, sit over here and tell me something."
He gestured to a chair right in front of himself.
She slid into it, her skirt riding a bit up her thigh, crossed her legs and smiled.

"What?"
She said brightly.

"Are you old enough to drink?"
The question took her aback.

"Why, yes...at least in some states."

Father Damien sat in the seat beside her. His black clad legs only a foot from her own, he stretched them out and crossed them at the ankles and for some odd reason she did the same.

"I thought I'd bring some wine to your house for dinner tomorrow night. Will that be allright you think?"
His eyes seemed to be boring into her with an intensity that belied the easy conversational tone of the words.

Damien's hands were thrust in his pockets and his throbbing cock was grasped firmly in his sweating left one. Charley was awake and screaming in his head.
*Go for it...GO FOR IT...Look at the little cuuze! Luscious sweet little pastry...take her...Father...she'll give in...Take her you goddamned asshole!*
Every word he spoke was an act of iron will.



"Oh sure!...Mom and Dad love to drink. It'll be fine."
She touched his arm.

He was silent fior a moment, the air seemed somehow full of tension. Gabrielle felt warm, restless...

"I have several bottles in my car."
His words were low and even, without expression.
"I was wondering if you'd come with me and take a look...Give me your opinion on which might be best."

Charley gave a silent shout of triumph.
 
Bottles of wine in the car? How cheesy, Gabrielle thought. She shrugged. Sure, why not. She’ll play the game.

“I would love to help you choose a bottle for my Father. He is very particular with his wine. Why, he’s particular with everything. Especially when it comes to his baby girl.”

She rambled as they walked out to the car. Father Damien’s eyes shown keep interest.
His hands remained thrust deep in his pockets.

Out in the parking lot, Father Damien pulled his key chain out. He aimed it towards a long white Cadillac and clicked a button. POP! The lid of the trunk popped open.

They leaned in close together. Dangerously close. His scent, a combination of forest, and spices, and a strong masculine scent filled her nostrils and made her head swoon a little. He smelled like her Dad after a workout at the gym.

“What do you think of this bottle of Merlot?”

She lifted one of the bottles and held it up to the sunlight. Father Damien quickly grabbed her hands and pulled them down.

“I don’t think it’s a wise idea. People might get the wrong idea, you know.”

His hands remained on hers.
 

"Oh?...I thought that everyone assumed priests drank."

"Only Irish ones." He said and reluctantly released her hands.
"The merlot then?"

She nodded and smiled.
"That'll be fine...can you tell me something?"

Damien closed the trunk slowly and turned to her.
"Sure. Ask away."

Gabrielle leaned against the fender of the big car and patted it.
"I never saw a priest with a big white Caddy like this..."

*Show her your really big 'White Caddy' Father...come on father...DO IT!*

"...How do you rate it? Are you related to a cardinal or something?"
She laughed and walked around the side, peering into the rearview mirror, bending over, showing another half foot of smooth cream thigh.

"Why not hop in and I'll give you a ride and tell you all about it."

*Oh yeah...give her a ride...give her a ride...give her a...*

She gave him an inscrutable look over her shoulder.
"That might not be a wise idea either Father...would it?"

Damien opened the door.
"My dear, I'm delivering three boxes of donated clothes to the nuns at Saint Joseph's Orphanage. I think that will be 'cover enough, don't you?"
 
Gabrielle smiled at his cleverness. She knew Father Damien liked her, enchanted with her, and even wanted her. But, he wasn’t about to admit it and it was a good thing. She wouldn’t know what to do if he did. She was still naïve when it came to the opposite sex.

They drove in silence. The cool autumn air blew in her face forming auburn ringlets around her youthful face. Her elbow settled on the open window allowing the front of her blouse to stretch. The cool breeze drifting down her blouse was refreshing. Gabrielle leaned back in relaxation and stretched her long legs. She sensed his glances at her way. She smiled inwardly while her eyes closed.

“Wake up sleepyhead.”

A soft voice woke her. Gabrielle opened her eyes to find coal eyes staring down at her. She gasped out in surprise.

“You were dreaming.”

“Was I?”

“Yes, I would give anything to know what was going on in that pretty head of yours.”

She chuckled.

“Did I say anything naughty?”

He smiled cleverly and opened the car door.

“Come. Help me carry the boxes in.”
 

The Nuns were more than grateful, and made over Gabrielle as if she were on the way to sainthood herself.

Damien liked the way she interacted with them. Many Catholic girls were nonplussed by habited nuns on a variety of levels but this one wasn't. Not at all.

"Let's take a walk around the cloisters before we go. It's quite beautiful here."
He took her arm and guided her into the sunshine and around the rather grim brick building and into a beautifully tended garden with ancient trees, moss covered statues and winding cobblestone paths.

She seemed delighted...
"Wow! no one would now this was back here..It's enchanting!"

He sat down on a wrought iron bench and watched her trailing her hands in a small waterfall that cascaded from a bronze cornucopia.
She was beautiful.

His hand was pressing against his penis, trying to will it to be still.
Inside the old voice was there telling him to imagine how she'd be.
To imagine flipping up that short skirt. To imagine sliding his hands up the long length of her thighs. To imagine burying his face in her cunt...

She turned and he blushed, standing up and awkwardly spinning away.
"We, ahhh... better go. I need to get you back."
He stated walking towards the orphanage aware that she was having to struggle to catch up.

"It's lovely Father Damien. Can we come back again sometime."

He didn't answer.
 
His silence confused her. She looked at him questioningly, and once again, she found him more than pleasant. In fact, he was downright handsome. He was so roman, so regal, and oh, so untouchable. Too bad, she thought. If he wasn't a priest, she would have found him downright sexy.

"It's such a beautiful day. Do we have to return to school?"

Her voice teased yet her eyes held a bit of hope.

He never turned to her. He made a quick U turn and followed the signs to the interstate.

"Father Damien, where are you leading me to?"

Gabrielle's voice changed. She seemed to grown into a woman as her voice grew huskier and sexier.

"Why, I'm taking you to Garden of Eden, m'dear."

She chuckled lazily. She was enjoying this game with Father Damien.

"Garden of Eden? That place doesn't exist."

Her long lean legs stretched out. She saw Father Damien's eyesf follow her every movement. His eyes was on her legs longer than the customary glance.

"Oh ye of little faith. You will see, my little pet. You will see."

"Seriously now, where are you taking me, Father?"

"Don't fret. I'm taking you somewhere special."

"Oh?"

"Yes, it's a place for bad girls who like to tease their Priests."
 

The Garden of Eden was a 40 minute drive up the coast from the city and the entire way Gabriele did her best to get him to tell her what it the hell it was.
Her mind considered everything from a catholic shrine to a cocktail lounge.

His mind considered the high risk of what he was doing. If he'd misread her in all liklihood it was the end of his profession and a possible jail sentance. If he hadn't, then Charlie was about to have an amazingly good time! And right now Charles was in complete control.

They turned down an unmarked dirt road towards the sea.
She could hear the ocean before she saw it. There were no houses on the road whatsoever. Shreshould have worried, been frightened, she was neither. Excitement was sending adrenaline through her young body and her nipples were stiff with anticipation.

They came to an ornate iron gate blocking the road and he stopped the car and used a keycard to get on.
Gabrielle was more and more curious...

Driving through old twisted pines and sea blasted hardwoods, they finally parked in front of a small one story house snug behind a well tended garden.

He stepped out walked around to her side, opened the door and she came face to face with the obvious. For Father Damien was doing nothing to conceal the state of arousal that strained against his black pleated trousers with such threatening force.

'Welcome to the Garden of Eden, Gabrielle, an obscure and secluded holding of Mother Church.
A sea front retreat for randy Priests and naughty girls....don't worry, we're quite alone."
 
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