Saint Bad Boy (6 page)

“But you can’t tell anyone what I did, either. I mean, I know you wouldn’t, which is why I told you, but how do I go about seeking forgiveness?”

I felt horrible because I ceased caring about E’tienne’s problems once I realized we were alone. Far away from from everyone else who didn’t understand the spoils of youth, or how ridiculous it was to lock up all human desires to feel.

“What do you think of me, E’tienne?” I asked, with an inner confidence that rose inexplicably from the blood boiling throughout my body.

E’tienne shook his head. “I can’t.”

“Yes you can, I saw how you looked at me in my bungalow.”

“Sister...I...I...this is so wrong...” he stammered.

“We need to talk, but we also need to keep walking,” I said.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked.

I had a strange strength overcome my entire body and mind. My mind was set. I wanted to taste E’tienne’s flesh. I wanted to surrender myself to him and the urges.

I turned around and started walking toward a building at the other end of the field. I turned my head over my shoulder, and gave E’tienne a raise of my eyebrow, as I let him know that it was okay to begin seeing me as someone who was ready to submit. “Follow me,” I said.

E’tienne flashed a smile of a man who was in disbelief. But I could tell he was eager to pursue something more from me because the loose fabric on his basketball shorts began to bulge out a little.

Chapter Five

We entered an empty shack where the mission kept their sporting and maintenance equipment. Against the wall, a concrete work bench which had a hammer and nails resting on top of its cold, flat surface, was illuminated by the moonlight through the single window inside the old, wooden, musty rustic construction.

I entered first. I looked back at E’tienne, and flashed him a pair of acquiescent green eyes, half closed, and which signaled the need for his immediate touch. I rested my stomach against the bench and widened my stance a little, which gave my backside a natural lift.

E’tienne softly closed the rickety old door behind him. He stood still, staring at me in my position of estrus. “Sister Jessie, I don’t know about this,” he said, while pulling back his scalp with his hand, his fingers resting and then sliding off his dreads.

I spread my legs farther apart and looked up at the moon that shone through the single window, eagerly awaiting E’tienne’s first move. “I will not protest,” I said, as my chest began panting back and forth with an anticipatory rhythm.

I heard his footsteps lightly tapping the hard, uneven concrete as he approached me from behind. His warm aura draped over me. His intensifying breaths began syncing with mine. E’tienne’s arm brushed under my armpit; his large hand grappled my right breast, temporarily transferring his primitive desires through his gentle grip.

I hastily unbuttoned my shirt, E’tienne pulled it off my back with fervent yanks. “Don’t tear it,” I said, in between my palpitating breaths. E’tienne’s other hand began pulling up on my long skirt. The skirt draped over his forearm as he gently squeezed by ass with his brutish hand. His grips were strong and sensual, his conditioning evident even through the tips of his fingers.

“I want your fingers inside of me,” I whispered. I wanted to experience what I felt in the hot tub that one night, but this time I would hold still, and hope for E’tienne to pick up the intensity of his insertion.

“I’m sorry if I’m too wet,” I said, while taking a quick glance over my shoulder. His brow was crinkled in lustful concentration as he peered at my backside.

“I don’t mind,” he said, with a pleasurable smile.

E’tienne first rubbed his fingers up my thigh, squeezing them intermittently. My skin was sensitive in that area of my body, which triggered more of my natural lubricant to seep through my cotton briefs. Two of his fingers pulled the briefs to the side. He immediately began circling my asshole with the tip of his finger, rubbing my own juices around it.

“There you go,” I said, as I tilted my head back and bit my lower lip.

He let go of my breast and crouched down pulling down my briefs all the way to the floor. He gripped both of my thighs and worked his hands up to both of my ass cheeks and separated them both from each other. His moist tongue began encircling my asshole. The muscles in his tongue were as coordinated as the rest of his body, as it hit all the right notes by brushing the lower end of my vagina, then up toward the nerve endings, which I had no idea I had, around my sphincter.

I couldn’t stand the teasing any more and I bellowed, “Finger-bang me, please.”

E’tienne inserted his finger into my muculent and throbbing eyelet. I began panting wildly as his finger rubbed the roof of my vagina.

“Faster,” I requested heedlessly.

E’tienne inserted two of his fingers and squeezed my hip with his other hand. He held me firmly in my position. I was steadily supported as he began to thrust both of his fingers with an uncontrollable vigor. I was so wet, the friction between his fingers and my lips began making a noise like when someone tries to squeeze the last bit of lotion out of a bottle.

My eyes rolled toward the back of my head as his rhythm became a systematic mechanism that elicited maximum pleasure. “Keep going,” I murmured. E’tienne began slightly grunting has he kept a steady pace with his wrist and fingers. My hips and ass trembled slightly, as I felt a surge of sensations channeling through my lips and the top of my pubic area. “Stop,” I said.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I breathed out with satisfaction. “I want you in my mouth.”

I slipped off my long skirt and crouched down. E’Tienne stood up and his erect dick protruded through his satin fabric athletic shorts. I slipped both of my index fingers underneath the elastic of his shorts and slipped them down toward the floor. His long, thick and erect cock was staring at me right in front of my face. He was carefully trimmed and clean, as fully erect a man his age and condition could be, a delightfully maximized extension.

I gripped his cock with my lithe hand; lifting it and exposing his shaft into the moonlight. His member looked muscular and rigid, as the base of his shaft was exquisitely thickened and grooved. I placed my long tongue on the center of his shaft and move it up toward the base of his large, engorged head. “Does this feel good?” I asked.

E’tienne closed his eyes and threw back his head. With a mischievous grin he said, “You have no idea.”

“Can you cum if I keep doing this?” I asked.

E’tienne just nodded his head. “Keep it slow and press against it with your tongue.”

I licked the curved underside of his head with the meticulous and robotic beat of a metronome. I pressed my tongue hard against the fleshy bulb. His hips began squirming. His pants measured, deliberate, and airy as if he were on a breakaway attack on the soccer field.

His voice grew more coarse with each lick of my tongue. “Don’t stop...keep it steady.”

I began playing with myself as I remained in a crouch. My moisture was overwhelming as I felt it drip toward the ground. I finger-banged myself while holding his cock steadily in my hand, trying my best to mimic and reproduce E’tienne’s technique.

“Come on,” I said. “I want to see it shoot out of you.”

“I want to fuck you,” he said loudly and with a strictured voice.

“Just cum,” I said. “It’s okay, I want to see it.” I didn’t want to have sex as I knew time was running out, and the mission was probably going to send out a search party soon. However, there was also a crazy feeling inside of me, an inner curiosity that wanted to desperately see how far he could shoot his white, viscous cream.

The underside of his shaft began to spasm softly. “There you go...good job,” I said, in between licks. “Come on.”

His shaft rose up and within a split second, the head of his cock contracted as if it were a charley-horsed thigh muscle. I quickly opened my mouth and a jetting and warm stream of liquid shot onto my upper lip. I gently lowered his shaft and it continued to shoot, this time onto the roof of my mouth. E’tienne moaned uncontrollably, some of them mixed with small joyous laughter. His dick moved up and down with each shot of cum. I then covered his entire head with my wet lips. I stroked his hard, pulsating rod as I tried to pull out every last bit of semen into my mouth.

“Stop, stop...fuck,” he said, as he placed his hand on my shoulder.

“What?”I asked, as I wiped his thick cum off my lips.

“Too sensitive, I need to pull back.”

E’tienne pulled away from me and stroked his cock a couple more times. Two clear droplets of his cum, sloughed off the tip of his head, hitting the ground like rain drops. He staggered backwards, his back thumped against the shack’s wall, giving it a shake as if struck by a small earthquake. In repose, E’tienne slugged downward to the ground, holding his dick in the process. He remained with eyes closed, mouth grinning and veins throbbing. “Thank you Jessie,” he said. “What do we do now?”

I was still crouching on the ground after E’tienne’s magmatic event, pussy exposed and my long skirt hanging at my feet, stretched and distended. “I don’t really know. We can go back to our bungalows. Pretend this didn’t happen,” I said.

“How come you didn’t let me fuck you?”

“I don’t know. I wanted to suck your dick, I guess.”

“Are you seriously thinking about staying with the order?” he asked, as he stood up and grabbed his shorts from the ground.

I pulled up my panties and started putting on my long skirt. “I have to.”

“What do you mean you have to?”

“It’s complicated. I really don’t want to talk about it.”

I put on my long skirt and buttoned my shirt. Right as I began dusting my backside from all the dust that the skirt gathered while it lay on the ground, a faint chorus of voices began to echo across the field outside the shack. “Sister Jessie, Sister Jessie...E’tienne.”

E’tienne peeked through a small opening in between the wooden panels that made up the shack. He pulled his face from the hole and gave me a somewhat panicked look. “They’re looking for us—all of them.”

“I’ll go out first and you hide in here. Wait until I am back at the village with the group before you head back, okay?”

“Good thinking,” he said. “You can’t tell a soul about any of this.”

“I won’t, but you need to start being clean from now on.”

“I will. I promise,” he declared.

I went up to E’tienne and gave him a peck on his thick moist lips. “I always wanted to do that.”

He smiled and I proceeded to walk outside the shack.

Thankfully, they were still far enough away from the shack and didn’t see me emerge from a building that now most likely had the odor of bodily sins emanating from it. I looked in through the door one more time at E’tienne, as he stood against the work bench with a satisfied yet somewhat concerned look on his face. “Wait it out.”

I ran across the field toward the search party. “Hello!” I yelled. “It’s me Sister Jess!”

“Sister,” blared Father Anton’s resounding voice, across the soccer field. “What are you doing out here? Where’s E’tienne.”

I jogged toward the group who were at the edge of where the last building in the village met the patchy grass.

“I wanted to take a jog around the soccer field,” I said, as I leaned toward Father Anton’s right ear. I whispered, “I’m constipated.”

“Oh my,” Father Anton chuckled uncomfortably.

“What did she say?” asked Sister Janice, whose face was soured and obviously not in a good mood.

Father Anton turned toward Sister Janice and murmured with a smile, “She said she is constipated.”

Sister Janice gave me a skeptical glare. “Where’s E’tienne?” she asked, putting both hands on her hips.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“I saw you walk out of the dining hall with him,” she stated.

“We talked a little and then he said he was going to his room.”

“Well, he’s not in his room,” Sister Janice retorted, while noticeably somewhat perturbed.

Father Anton put his arm over my shoulder and faced Sister Janice. “E’tienne is one of the finest athletes I have ever known. Our worry wasn’t about him. I’m sure he can take care of himself. We should celebrate the fact that Sister Jessie is safe and sound. E’tienne has left in the dark of night before. I am sure he will turn up.”

“I think it’s time to go to bed,” Sister Janice commanded. “Let’s go.”

“Good night, Father Anton. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“It’s okay, I completely understand your predicament,” he said, while chuckling.

I followed Sister Janice toward the village. She didn’t look back at me and looked quite upset.

Chapter Six

I awoke to the stern inflections of maternal coarseness. “Wake up, it’s time to go.”

I turned my neck toward Sister Janice’s voice. The cot I was laying in barely had any cushion and I felt a kink in my neck as I turned my head and opened my eyes. “Is it time for breakfast?” I asked, while squint-eyed and drowsy.

“No, I have arranged for your departure this morning.”

“Excuse me?” I immediately lifted my upper body up off the cot, surprised at Sister Janice’s disclosure.

“Get your things ready. Mitch will be landing in a half an hour to take you back to Kinshasa. From there you will fly back to the U.S.,” she said with a stern countenance, while stuffing my bag with my belongings.

“Hey, be careful with that,” I howled. “The little bulbs on that brush are sensitive and fall out if you press on them.”

Sister Janice put my bag down and crossed her arms. “Then get up and get your things ready.”

I got up from the bed and took off my nightgown. I stood in front of Sister Janice in my bra and underwear. She looked away while expressing a small huff. I grabbed the outfit from last night and dressed myself in a hurry. As I buttoned my shirt I asked, “Why are you sending me back so soon?”

“You know why, Sister.”

“Because I took a jog around the soccer field?”

Sister Janice let out a condescending chuckle. “I saw you walk out of the hall with E’tienne during dinner. Twenty minutes later one of the groundskeepers told me your friend emerged from the same area you did. You’re lucky I haven’t told Father Anton.”

“When I took this oath, I sincerely meant it. You cannot dispatch me because your judgment is clouded by your perceptions of an unspeakable nature,” I said.

Sister Janice’s eyes opened wide. “What are you implying?”

“
I am not implying anything, but I’m surprised you’d think of such things.”

“
I saw how you were daydreaming when E’tienne introduced himself. I wasn’t a nun at birth, Sister Jessie. I do comprehend the human condition and I don’t trust that you have proper control of it,” she said, with maternal resignation.

I looked toward the floor. I didn’t want to continue to make eye contact with Sister Janice. She had me pegged and the more I resisted her insinuations the more I resorted to lie after lie. I grabbed my bag and bolted out the front door.

E’tienne was playing soccer with the kids in the center of the village. I ran right by him and headed toward the air strip. He stopped kicking the ball. The children spontaneously erupted into an organized game. “Sister Jessie,” he called out, as I whisked right past him.

I ran toward the jungle trail which led to the landing strip. E’tienne following behind in a slight jog. “Sister, stop!” he pleaded, his voice echoing off the trees, some with trunks the size of overpass pillars.

I quit running and slowed to halt. I turned around and E’tienne approached with sadness. His brows sagged with worry and his carefree face, with chiseled cheekbones and youthful skin was now sunken in disquietude. “Why are you running?”

“
They’re sending me away.”

“
Does she know?”

“
No, I...I mean, maybe,” I said, shaking my head.

“
About me cheating on games?”

“
No...is that what you’re worried about?”

“
If word got out that I had fixed games I would be finished, in fact, soccer would be finished.”

“
Must be nice to live in E’tienne’s world, where there is no consequence for sex,” I said, as I threw my arms in the air. “I on the other hand am suspected of fooling around and my career is on the brink of destruction.”

“
What did you tell Sister Janice?”

“
Nothing. She thinks we were up to something. It’s just so unfair. It’s my looks. Yes, we did something, but if I was old and ugly, they’d never suspect anything.”

“
No matter what happens you cannot tell them what I told you,” E’tienne appealed, as his beautiful blue eyes sparkled with vulnerability. He almost had me, but I could see straight through his facade and recognize his inherent selfishness which was most likely doted upon him since he happened to be a superstar athlete.

“
E’tienne, you’re a beautiful person and I don’t regret my dalliance, but your selfishness is something extraordinary.”

E’tienne was paralyzed. He didn’t know what to do as he thought, due to my sudden instability, that his secret was probably not safe. Truth was, I didn’t care enough about his horrific professional decisions that would compel me to tell someone about them.

I didn’t hug E’tienne, or kiss him on the cheek, as I was worried that Sister Janice was watching me beyond the clearing. I wanted to get out and forget about my experience at the mission.

I heard Mitch’s Cesna circling the strip. The engine’s hum broke the rhythm of our interaction and gave the much needed segway to part ways with E’tienne and my time here.

“
Thank you for your attention,” I said, as I picked my bag up off the ground and turned toward the strip.

“
Sister?” E’tienne said. I turned around and made final eye contact with him. He muttered loudly, “I’m sorry.”

“
No need for apologies,” I said, with a relaxed smile. “I had fun.”