I had been waiting for the perfect moment, and it finally came.
One evening after prayers, Mother Superior asked me to deliver some books and fresh towels to the visiting priests’ quarters behind the chapel. Father Damiano was staying there for a few days to prepare the youth retreat. My heart raced when she gave me the task. This was my chance.
I changed into a simple white dress that was a little tighter than the usual novice clothes. It hugged my breasts and showed the shape of my round ass. No bra underneath. I walked quietly through the garden as the sun was setting. The air was warm. My p***y was already wet just thinking about being alone with him.
I knocked softly on his door.
“Come in,” his deep voice answered.
Father Damiano was sitting at a small desk reading the Bible when
