1. Sisters Of Eden


    Date: 4/27/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: claire2013, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    Sisters of Eden?” The truth was I hadn’t given anywhere near enough thought to it. I had meandered through most of the previous few months with some vague notion of spending some time travelling, possibly in South America, but with no concrete plans. “No, Sister Felicity, not really” I replied. “I have really just been concentrating on trying to do as well as I can in my final exams here before making any firm decision about the future.” “I see,” she continued. “Well, I was wondering whether you had given any thought to becoming a novice here.” Sister Felicity’s suggestion was so unexpected and, frankly, absurd that it was all I could do to stop myself from bursting into spontaneous laughter, but I managed to mask it; or at least I thought I had. “Are you smiling, Leanne? What do you find so amusing?” “Oh no, Sister Felicity,” I replied. “I am just a little shocked that you might consider me a young woman of such pious virtue to merit such a possibility.” “I don’t, Leanne.” “Pardon me?” I said, more than a little confused. “If I didn’t make myself clear first time, Leanne, I don’t consider you a young woman of ‘pious virtue’, as you so quaintly put it. In fact, I consider you quite the opposite.” She looked across at Sister Theresa, who was sat in the chair next to her, exchanging half-smiles. “What do you mean, Sister Felicity?” I had already asked the question before I could reel in my tongue sufficiently to give my mind some thinking room. “What I mean is that Sister ...
    Theresa and I know perfectly well what kind of young woman you actually are. You are the kind of young woman who has an insatiable, burning desire to have sex with other women, aren’t you Leanne.” “Oh no, Sister Felicity, honestly” I lied feverishly. “And the thing is, Leanne,” she continued, totally ignoring my futile protestations, “I know that you don’t have the slightest ounce of shame about those desires that keep your fingers buried inside your panties in your bed at night, under cover of darkness, do you?” She was absolutely right. I had not the slightest feeling of shame about it, but to be confronted with the accusation in this way was still more than a shock to my system. I lowered my head and tried to focus on my hands, which were clasped together in my lap. “Sister Theresa has told me all about how you perform for her in the showers after games, Leanne. She has told me all about how your eyes meet hers, and how you try to corrupt her mind by soaping and fondling your needy sex and firm breasts in front of her like some sex-hungry slut in a lesbian porn film.” “I don’t know what to say, Sister Felicity,” I said, my voice so low it was barely audible, even to myself. “I have known your ‘secret’ for a long time now, Leanne. Father Oliver could not wait to get out of confession with you every week so that he could come to my study and tell me about what he called your ‘dirty sins’. He told me that he thought you were beyond redemption, Leanne.” “I don’t understand, ...
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