Becoming a Nun

CHAPTER2

Things were going fine at home. My dad didn't hit my mom for another couple of days, thanks to Florence's Dad. Did I forget to add that he's a big bad guy? He is intimidating.

Very intimidating.

"Today's the day, the day I finally get to cross that finish line!

I am super excited about it. Can you imagine? I will become a nun!" Florence said in her thick Italian voice, we both are sweaty after we just finished licking and eating each other's p***y again. It's more like a ritual, I can't go a day without it. Did I like it, no I do not know, but will I want to stop maybe? but right now, I know I have to just get ready to eat her out. We somehow believe that it is better for us to stay away from boys and satisfy our s****l pleasure by f*****g each other. We have been doing that right from the age of 18.

Somehow, Florence made me feel special, after she said she had been waiting for me to turn 18 so she can show me what it feels like to be pleased, and then I would not need any boys, as boys means pregnancy just like my mom who got pregnant at an early age. Since then, we have had several sleep-overs that our parents never suspected. We would stay behind closed doors, while sucking each other out. Kissing in dark allies after choir sessions. Sucking our boobs so hard. It was pleasurable, but I did know myself, I did not know what sexually pleased me. A man or a woman.

Yeah about the nun stuff, I am a Mexican and Florence is partly Mexican and Italian. Born into a chaotic family, Florence had spent most of her life with her mom in Italy, hence her very rich Italian accent. Since her return to Mexico, we have been friends, so I doubt anytime she said she had not been with a girl before me. I mean she knows how to make me cramp from pleasure. And I know becoming a nun is something she wants to keep herself away from boys cause of the last rough heartbreak she had.

It has been my family's tradition for each family to give out a daughter to become a part of the circle of ladies devoted to the church.

"This means we would be going to Italy". I said. Italy was our own place of service.

"Yes but before the camp, we would be at my mom's, she's barely around." I know what that information means, she's practically saying we would f**k each other all day without anyone interrupting us.

"Does your Mom know?" I asked her.

"Nope, and I would like to keep it that way". She said, for some reason I felt relieved.

"What would it feel like having a man to do these things with?" I asked her which earned me a serious glare from her."

"What would we need a man, cause he has a d**k? Have I not been f*****g you enough with my fingers?" Why does she sound bitter, it was just a question.

"It was just a question, I am asking as you have had the experience ". I said to her. She simply rolled her eyes and walked away. Seriously what's gotten sucked up her butt? Why flare up like that.

With that I stood up and left for my house. On reaching home, I saw dad, angry as usual and my mom, whom I would not have recognized if she had walked past me. My brothers and little sister looked terrified.

"What did you do to her you!" Before I could say anything, he did hit me on my face

"That's no way to speak to your father you little brat!" I held onto my checks, as hot steamy tears rolled down. My mom came to my side, holding me down.

"Do not ever speak back at him, please Abigail, he would end you." I looked at her, very bitter and moreover feeling weak."

Days went by and everything seemed normal. Except for Florence, she didn't come looking for me. I had tried calling her via the phone she'd given me as my birthday gift, no response. Well I may seem close to her, but I do know when to let her have her space.

I went to the Vineyard where my father works and there I met some group of girls talking and looking at someone,

"He looks so strong and handsome" Isabella said.

"I heard his father owns lots of properties and is rich." Lilia responded.

"I will take my chances" Isabella said. I could only get the back view of his fair skin and proper body build. He is about the same height as my dad. While looking and taking in his features, my dad called which I took as my clue to leave there as fast as possible before he would curse me out.

"Stay away from those little sluts, you have a mission remember? I would not want you bringing shame and reproach to my name. You're going to be a nun and nuns can't be mixing up with girls like that". I was shocked to hear him say things like that about Isabella, he has slept with her a couple of times. So why is he sluts shaming her?

"Take these organics and stack them in the farm house. After which you can go care for the horses." With that I left, carrying the organic fertilizer to the farm house. While stacking them properly, I heard a footstep which made me motion my body to leave forgetting that I was on a ladder, ready to kiss the concrete, a pair of hands held me in place.

"Be more careful next time, we do not want you getting hurt". And I looked at him; the same green free pants, the farmer's hat and the re

d scarf tied to his wrist, the guy from earlier.