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 Love Thy Neighbor - Chapter 6 of 14 (?)

   The latest episode in the saga of a Catholic High School Senior, his
best friend, and his best friend's sexy mom.  In the last chapter Sebastian
and Mrs Lunsford found themselves once more caught up in a maelstrom of
desire and lust.  Now, with the flames of passion burning down, Sebastian
finds that forbidden love leads to hurting the ones we cherish.  Reeling
from the anguish of heartbreak, he looks to cleanse his soul in the
Confessional, but finds a sexy nun leads him down the primrose path to sin.
Written in my trademark purplish prose, tumultuous emotions and heartfelt
desires are churning hot and heavy.

   10,000 words.  MF Phone Sex (of sorts)

   For some inexplicable reason, we were both hungry, no, famished.  It was
four in the morning and luminous moonlight spilled through the kitchen
windows as I raided the refrigerator with the single-minded urgency of a
starving man.  I found a half dozen eggs and when I turned to grab the
mixing bowl and beater, I found Mrs.  Lunsford perched on a stool, the
implements I needed already on the counter.  She looked casually sexy in
her silk kimono and freshly-washed hair, her elbows propped on the counter,
watching me, trying to hide a smile.

   "What's that smile about?" I asked as I cracked the eggs into the bowl,
whipping up an omelet.

   "Nothing." She grinned, intently watching the way I whisked the eggs
together.  "Where did you learn to cook?"

   "C'mon, you know my mom, professional patisserie chef that she used to
be, made me learn," I chastised her as I poured the soupy mix in the pan.

   She girlishly stuck her tongue out at me and wrapped her calves around
the rungs of the stool.  The split in her robe rode up, giving me an
excellent view of the smooth, velvety skin of her thighs.  I loved the
subtle interplay between her muscles and her knee as she shifted anxiously
on the stool, her appetite just as voracious as mine.

   Popping toast out of the toaster, I buttered and jellied it quickly,
positioning the triangled slices on the plates and cutting the omelet
neatly in two.  "And voilá." I set one plate before her and before I had
even pulled up a stool to join her, she was digging into her food with
relish.

   I glanced at her.  "Acceptable, Mrs.  Lunsford?"

   "Mmm," she replied with her mouth full, staring at me for a moment. 
"No, enough of that, Sebastian" she said seriously and I wondered for a
moment what I had done to offend her.  "Not Mrs.  Lunsford, not after
everything that has happened." She blushed to the tips of her ears for a
split-second, then regained that professional confidence I found so
appealing.  "We're both adults, you call me Elaine"

   "Ok, Elaine," I said, beaming from ear to ear.  She laughed at my
exhilaration and I think we polished our plates off in what seemed like
four bites.  Grabbing an orange from a nearby bowl on the counter, I peeled
it for her before starting on one for me.

   "So tell me about Karl."

   I could see her visibly clench at the mere mention.  "You knew him. 
What more do you want to know?"

   "Everything.  At least, everything you want to tell me."

   I could tell she didn't want to tell me anything, that it was private.
But I wasn't just going to be some neighbor's kid she just fucked and
forgot about.  So I kept staring at her until she flushed, scowling down at
her plate.  "So ask."

   "College sweethearts, I take it?"

   Her head snapped up and she glared at me, visibly outraged.  But I gazed
at her firmly, not backing down.  "Elaine, you're going to have to talk
about it sometime."

   "Fine." She shoved her plate away.  "Yeah.  GulfCoast University.  We
met at the mandatory freshman chem class..." Abruptly, something inside her
crumpled and her face fell, stricken with agonizing grief.  I was already
around the counter, reaching out for her as she slid vulnerably into my
supporting arms, sobbing as her heart broke.  "I miss him, Sebastian.  I
miss him so much."

   "I know you do." I held her, rocking her slightly, my hands gently
caressing her hair as she cried.

   A long time later, the tears finally stopped and she huddled against my
chest.  Then she pushed herself away.

   "What is it?" I asked, concerned.

   "I... I guess I'm embarrassed," she replied, a little flustered.  "I
feel as if you had caught me with my panties down." She paused, a wry grin
coming over her pretty face.  "Though why that would bother me after
everything we have done tonight, I surely do not know."

   I paused, reminded that I had to come clean about something, an
admission that made my pulse beat rapidly in my ears.  "Ms.  Lunsford...I
mean, Elaine, I have a mild confession."

   "Only a mild one?" she asked, cocking a finely shaped eyebrow.

   "Well, maybe mild to you but severe for me." I cleared my throat,
terribly worried about how she might take what I was about to say.  "That
night, y'know, the night you saw me in the bathroom, I-"

   "You watched me." She stated matter-of-factly.  I must have gaped at her
in my astonishment and she giggled at my flabbergasted expression.  "I knew
you were there pretty much from the moment you got there.  When I went to
bed and had looked over toward the bathroom and saw your shadow standing
there, staring into my room, it thrilled me to think that a sexy,
sophisticated young man would be turned on by me.  The rest, well, let's
just say you inspired me."

   I blushed, feeling my face flame.

   "You sparked something in me, something I hadn't felt since Karl died. I
wanted to do something daring, something I had never done before.  That's I
decided to take a chance and masturbate in front of you, acting like I
didn't know you were watching me, jerking off." She paused, taking a
shuddery breath.  "It was the most thrilling thing I have ever done, well
up until tonight.  It was the danger of what your response might have been
and that's what made it all the more exciting, the reality of being watched
by a man twenty years my junior."

   I felt a surging rush of elation, knowing that I had affected this
desirable woman so deeply.  "I have had a crush on you for longer than I
can remember." I paused, rethinking my chaotically jumbled thoughts.  "No,
you're no mere crush but a near obsession for me.  How many times have I
watched your lips curve into that sweet smile of yours, part with your
lovely laughter, flirt with the edge of a wineglass?  I've long lost count
but tasting you ... I never dreamed you would let me."

   "I have to be honest, with you, Sebastian," she whispered.  "I have had
been attracted to you for a long time.  You've grown into a fine, strapping
man." She gestured toward me, her big, bright eyes openly raking over my
body, dressed as I was in a towel wrapped around my waist and nothing else.
"And when I noticed you looking at me, the thrill, the rush of knowing a
man wanted me came back." She bit her lower lip in that adorable way only
women can seem to do.  "About a month ago, I was over at your house and you
looked at me the way you do and I suddenly wanted to taste you, bite you,
ride you hard.  I would have jumped you right then and there if Marilee
hadn't..."

   "Is that what stopped you?  My mother?"

   Her face contorted in a look of anguish.  "Oh, God.  Your mother...
She's my closest friend.  How can I destroy a treasured friendship I've had
with her for over twenty years?"

   "Let me worry about Mom."

   "Don't be naïve, Sebastian," she snorted.  "No matter what you said, she
would view me at very best as a geriatric slut who split your family apart.
There's an ugly word for women like me who seduce younger men like yourself
by offering them big-boy candy."

   "You are speaking as if you think I care what other people think when
all I care is what you think," I responded defiantly.

   She shook her head sadly.  "It's not that simple.  I have complicated
dynamics to consider, in your home, in my home, at my job.  How am I
supposed to tell the CEO, or my own mother for that matter, that I'm
corrupting a teenager when I should be dating men closer in age to the
boy's father?"

   "The boy?" I heard my voice frost over, felt my jaw, already tight, turn
stony.  "Boy?"

   She flushed.  "I'm not saying I think you're a boy.  I'm telling you how
everyone else would see it."

   This was a deal breaker, the thing that could crush us before we even
started.  I carefully considered my next words, calculating the risk of
what I was about to do.  "Elaine, am I a boy to you?" I breathed, dropping
the towel.

   She gasped, her breath coming in little hitches as she openly stared at
my flaccid yet still impressively hefty cock.  I could see her nipples
immediately raise, her breasts visibly swelling.With visible effort, Elaine
raised her eyes to meet mine.  "It doesn't matter what I think."

   "It matters to me.  I want to know if you think of me as a boy." I
pressed my lips in a fine line, my eyes burning into her so fiercely she
flinched.  "Does this belong to a boy?" I demanded, gesturing downwards.

   She looked at me, eyes clouded, speaking in a tiny, emotion-racked
voice. "You think I don't want you back inside me immediately?  That I
think I might I die if you don't kiss me again soon." She looked up at me
almost accusingly.  "A boy?  No, never that.  You are all the man any
red-blooded woman could ever dream about." She paused, and though she still
wore her kimono, she never seemed as naked as she did right then.  "No one
ever has ever made love to me like you just did.  Oh, mine and my husband's
sex life had been lusty enough but there was something so overwhelming, so
elemental in the way you just fucked me.  Karl wasn't anything like
under-endowed, but your cock is a marvel." She started wringing her hands.
"What do you want from me?"

   Not clear what she meant, I reached over and affectionately touched her
cheek.  "It is you that I want, Elaine."

   At the touch of my hand she instantly sobered.  "No, Sebastian.  What do
you want from me?  A weekend fuck?  Or maybe just an experienced woman for
a hot stud like yourself to practice your night moves on?  Or some kind of
project, indulging in occasional sex with the lonely widow while you work
to score yourself or me a spouse?"

   "Why are you so angry?" I replied calmly, letting her outburst was over
me.  "You know in your heart that none of what you are saying is true."

   She averted her gaze, shaking her head.  Grasping both of her hands in
his, I brought them to my chest and spread her palms over his heart.  The
flush in her face deepened when she felt the fast-paced thumping within.

   "Feel this, Elaine.  This is what you do to me." She stared at my chest
hands, seemingly unable to take her widened eyes off her slim fingers
splayed across the hard swells of my pectorals.  "Look at me," I said and
her dusky eyes rose to meet mine.  "This is not just some mere physical
attraction.  Although believe me, I would like nothing more than to take
you upstairs and slide deep into your core, let you feel my balls thumping
your cute bottom."

   The vividly erotic image I painted for her had her squirming. 
"Sebastian."

   "I'm talking about what's inside." I skimmed my finger between her
surging breasts, a slow lazy touch designed to drive her crazy with need.
"You have a beautiful spirit, a loving soul, sweetheart." Her eyes were
open and vulnerable, so infinitely tender I was sure she would melt.  "Let
me be the one you share them with."

   She tried to move back but I held her hands tightly against his chest.
"You're smothering me, Sebastian.  This is too fast..."

   "No, Elaine.  It's not.  I've waited years.  I'm not inclined to wait
any longer.  Besides," I lowered my lips to her ear and whispered, "I can
make you very happy."

   She tried again to remove herself from his grip, to no avail.  I was
killing her, deliberately breaking her down.  "It's not just that,
Sebastian." she said.  "I'm... Oh, God."

   "What?" I said, releasing her hands, only to bring her into my arms,
swirling my thumbs on her delicate shoulders.

   "Every instinct is telling me to run, get away from you before I lose
control and do something I'll regret," she blurted out in a rush.  She
paused considering what she had just said.  "Of course it's too late for
that.  I know now that I can never be the same around you, having
completely enjoyed your fat cock and every friction-loaded inch of you,
whenever Marilee and I inevitably get together.  But even I can admit
that's a relatively superficial problem.  But there's a second problem, and
that is up until tonight I could have dismissed my attraction to you as a
passing phase.  Not anymore.  Not when I realize that I've fallen for you,
and that by fucking me, I feel almost as if you've branded me as your own.
I think that if I were to see you with someone else, it would destroy me."

   I felt my spirit soar.  My soul danced with unfettered joy.  "Oh, my
God, Elaine.  Do you hear what you are saying?  Do you know what this
means?'

   To my shock and dismay, her shoulders slumped and she looked unsure of
herself.  "You want this now, Sebastian, and I admit that I do too, but you
must know that later inevitably you'll regret it.  Maybe even hate me."

   "Never.  I won't regret you ever.  I've wanted you too long to regret
having you.  As for hate" I scoffed, my soul still dancing at her
admission, though the rational part of my mind, near-silence by my
exuberance, fuzzily puzzled by her morose response.

   "I just mean... I'm forty-four, you know"

   "Yes, I know."

   "I'm a widowed, forty-four-year-old woman." She gave me a look tinged
with self-effacing humor.  "That alone should have you sprinting for
cover."

   I couldn't help the little chuckle springing from my throat, relieved
the woman I had grown to love was making her return.  "It'd take more than
that to keep me away now, Elaine.

   She offered up a small smile.

   "And as for your age..." I stopped when she sighed loudly.  "Elaine, is
that what you're so worried about?  Our age difference?" I drew her closer,
kneading the muscles of her back that immediately began to tighten.  I had
meant the caressing touch to be reassuring, but couldn't say I was sorry
for the way it seemed to her it reignited the flames burning inside her. 
"Ah, baby, that would never be an issue for me.  Why should it be one for
you?"

   "Because it is," she admitted before pushing me back.  "It's a major
issue with me."

   "Why?"

   She pushed herself away, glaring at me.  When she started to speak, her
voice trembled with a disturbing mixture of seething, misplaced anger and
corrosive insecurity.  "What do you see when you looked at me?  Do you see
my not-as-perky boobs and the onset of cellulite on my thighs?  My tummy
isn't so tight, either; I really need to do more crunches at the gym.  My
upper arms are looser too.  Basically, I'm headed in the same downward
direction my mother has gone.  Will you still want me when my boobs drop to
my belly button and my pussy lips get all prunie with age?  You don't see
it now yet you'll feel trapped with my old body when yours is just reaching
your prime and younger, sexier women want you to warm their beds.  You'll
leave me for them!"

   "The only ugliness I could ever see in you," I responded, my words
speaking the very truth of my aching heart, "would be in an insecurity I
never dreamed could exist in such a dynamically confident woman, one that
we could deal with together."

   "As if a boy like you could ever offer me anything real," she spat, the
nasty spite drenching her insult leaving me reeling.  She laughed, a short
barking sound, at the discovery of the pain she had inflicted upon me.  "Oh
no, the little boy has opened his eyes and started to find out about the
cruel cruel world." Her voice was witheringly sarcastic, viciously cruel,
slicing me open to the very bone.

   I did not respond, knew they were words born of confusion and heartache.
But they cut and cut deep, leaving my very soul bleeding.

   Realizing what she had said, Elaine winced.  "Sebastian, I didn't mean
that.  I didn't mean..."

   "What exactly did you mean, Elaine?"

   "Oh God, I don't know, Sebastian.  I didn't ~~"

   "How old do you think I am?"

   She laughed helplessly and reached up to play with chain around his
neck, trying to make a joke of it.  "Old enough to drive a car legally, I
hope."

   Gently but firmly, I took her hand in mine and lifted it away from my
neck.  "I'm eighteen, Elaine.  I'm the same age your husband was when you
met him." I held her in my gaze.  "I'm not just some kid being led around
by his dick."

   "Sebastian, I never said ~~"

   "No, but you thought it.  And, now that I think about it, it's been
inbetween the lines in damn near every thing you said tonight."

   She tried to reach for me again but I deliberately stepped back out of
her reach and turned toward the kitchen door, grabbing my
previously-discarded clothes still tossed pell mell all over the kitchen
floor.

   "Sebastian, where are you going?" she asked in a tiny voice as I tugged
on my pants and picked up my shirt

   I stopped in the doorway, looking back, my face hard for fear I might
start crying.  "I'm going home.  I have swim practice in a few hours."

   Sliding off the stool, she followed me into the living room, watching me
pull on the shoes I'd kicked off earlier.

   "Sebastian..."

   I glared at her and she recoiled.  This wasn't like the hurt, sullen
anger I'd felt earlier this evening.  What I felt now was hard, resolute,
almost emotionless.  "I want you, Elaine.  I've wanted you for longer than
I can remember.  But I am not just some kid you can fuck to make yourself
fell better about yourself then dismiss whenever your insecurities raise
their ugly heads.  And until you can accept that, the only thing I am, the
only thing I'm willing to be, is your son's best friend.  Are we clear on
that?"

   "Sebastian, I ~~"

   "Are we clear?"

   She nodded dumbly, looking as miserable as I felt.  "Sebastian, I'm so
sorry."

   "I'm not." I leaned down to pull on then tie up my shoes before sitting
back up to face her.  When she couldn't even bring herself to meet my gaze,
I came as close as I ever have to truly hating myself.  But there was
nothing else to do.  I walked from the kitchen and paused in the archway.
"Goodbye, Elaine."

   A moment later I opened the front door, closed it, and sank to the front
step, wrapping my arms around the gaping hole in my chest.  I wanted there
to be red agony, washes of nauseating anguish, anything but the
soul-draining deadness.  I desperately wanted her to come to the door, but
she never did and as I somehow made it to my feet and staggered down the
walkway, all I could numbly think of was `Dear God, I'm eighteen years old.
What will I do for the rest of my life without her?'



   * * * * *



   The first time I saw Elaine after what happened was in the local Harvest
Fresh supermarket.  I was running back to get a loaf of Italian Wheat bread
for my mother and there she was, standing in the baked goods section.  Even
pushing one of those grocery carts with the clackety wheels, pausing to put
a selection of blueberry bagels in, she was five foot six of nothing but
pure female sensuality.

   Oh, God.

   I whirled around, the mere sight of her making me feel like melting, but
I determined to myself I wouldn't say anything.  So why was it when I
sensed the tingle on the back of my neck that told me she was watching me I
couldn't help but automatically turn around?  I had to puzzle out my
motivations later because when we locked eyes from opposite sides of the
large space, a wave of heated regret blazed through me.  It would take
every ounce of willpower not to beg her to take me back.

   "Hi, Sebastian."

   As she headed straight for me, the naked lust in her expression shocked
me such that I fumbled my basket.  "Elaine!"

   I immediately blushed at calling her by her Christian name and then what
it did to her hungry expression, warmth from her fiery stare spreading
through my body.  Would I be able to do it?  Could I resist her until she
agreed to be on equal terms?

   When she walked over to me casually, looking for all the world like a
female predatory animal, honing in on me, like her prey, I broke eye
contact and turned away.  Put my back to the one woman who could make me
lose control.

   The clacking of the wheel over the faux-brick floor put her directly
behind me and when I turned we stood there for a silent moment, and I knew
she was remembering the torrid night we shared.  An graphic image of her
underneath me, wearing nothing but those heels, with those long legs
wrapped around him, while I pumped into that wet pussy, surged unbidden
into my mind.  I had a near-irresistible urge to touch her but somehow
fought it off.  Her flashing eyes impudently moved over my school uniform
~~ my mother had picked me up early from school for an optometrist
appointment, the chemical drops they put in my eyes for the examination
precluding me from driving, and then we'd come here ~~ lingering wickedly
at the stirring bulge of my groin and then moving up again.

   She glanced into my basket and for some childish reason I didn't want
her to see so I let it down to swing at my side.  Too late.  She peered
into it anyways "Lettuce?  And wheat bread?  A unique combination."

   "Yes, my mom's making taco salad," I said.  Just seeing her, even in
this mundane domestic environment, made something thick lodge in my throat
and it was with some difficulty that I finished my explanation.  "For
dinner tonight.  As for the bread, we're out."

   "I'm here picking up these bagels," she replied, clearly trying to make
small talk with me, failing miserably.  "You know how much I enjoy them."

   "And now you have them," I responded curtly ~~ a clear dismissal, and
though I knew it needed to be done, my heart ached with it.  "Guess you
better get on back home."

   "Sebastian!" It was my mother's voice from behind me.

   Her voice changed, becoming that fake tone that all the adults around me
seemed to speak in.  "Marilee!  How are you?"

   "Hi, Elaine." My mother pushed the cart up beside me.  "I'm good, how
are you and Ethan?"

   "Great." She smiled.  It was a far cry from her real smile.  She was
trying to catch my eye but I was steadfastly avoiding her.

   "Can you believe they're seniors already?" My mother reached for the
lettuce and I relinquished it.  "I forgot the mozzarella, too, Sebastian. I
don't know what I was thinking!"

   "They sure do grow fast," Mrs.  Lunsford agreed, still trying to catch
my attention while I was carefully avoiding her shimmering eyes.  "Oh,
that's right, I totally forgot." She sidestepped my mom, looking directly
at me.  "Sebastian, Ethan asked me to remind you that you agreed to come
over this weekend to work on your Physics midterm project."

   It was a total lie, of course.  Ethan wasn't even in my physics class.
But she distracted me from her clumsy deception by putting heel up on the
bottom rack of the cart and leaning forward, her blouse parting at the
neck. I couldn't help but let my eyes settle on the sumptuous flesh
revealed.  Thankfully my mom didn't notice, too busy fishing out her
well-worn event planner/ phone number book from the depths of her
overstuffed purse.

   "That's due next week, is it?  Well, maybe Ethan can spend the night at
our place, instead?  I hardly ever see Sebastian anymore, it seems!"

   Elaine raised her artfully plucked eyebrows.  "That would be ~~"

   "Oh, wait!" My mother sighed, tapping her notebook glancing at me.  "I
forgot, your father and I are meeting with James Bryson having that
weekend." She paused, looking over at Elaine.  "Have you ever met our
banker?"

   "I believe you introduced me at the Mottsinger's party," she responded
somewhat disinterestedly, gazing over at me where I was gripping the handle
of our basket so hard it was whitening my knuckles.  The unspoken tension
between us was killing me.

   "I'm sorry, Elaine," Mum apologized, flipping back and forth through her
date book.  "Yep, it's this weekend."

   "So you can do it at our house, then, Sebastian?  Since it's due next
week and all..."

   "You would be doing me and Tom such a favor, Elaine." My mother smiled,
referring to my father.  "I'd really appreciate it."

   "Oh, it's no problem at all, Marilee," she responded, fishing in her own
pocketbook while her eyes went from my mom's to mine.  Once she knew she
had my attention, she took a tube of lipstick, uncapped it, and touched the
burgundy shaft to her mouth and touched her pouty lip, wetting it and
rubbing it there, trying to tell me with her eyes how much she wanted me. I
got the message ~~ felt my face burn and had to shift positions behind my
mother to try to conceal my hardening cock that was tenting my cock.  I
didn't do a good job because a beautiful flush came across her
cheeks."Believe me, it will be a pleasure."

   Unable to stand it anymore, I tugged on my mother's arm and said, "I've
got something I have to do and we have to run." Mom gaped quizzically up at
me but didn't resist as I gently but firmly led her away.  "It was good
seeing you, Mrs.  Lunsford," I said, knowing it didn't sound like I meant
it but I didn't bother to even turn around.

   My mum asked what that was all about and I gave her some half-assed
excuse as we made our way up to the crowded registers.  When she started
unloading the items onto the belt, she held up the salsa.  ""Oh, damn," she
swore, holding the jar.  "Sebastian, this is mild, and I know you guys like
the hot.  Can you run back for one?"

   Cursing inwards, I bit my tongue and agreed, heading back towards the
chip aisle.  My mind was still roiling with thoughts of Elaine, my chest
burning with the thought of spending two days with the woman I loved but
could not have.  I knew I had been almost downright rude to her when she
had tried to extend the olive branch to me ~~ and then I felt a twinge of
guilt.

   It took me several minutes of searching through the various dips and
salsas before I found the kind we liked best, Bandito brand and replaced
the mild with a jar marked "hot".

   "Hi, again," a feminine voice said, coming up behind while she tapped me
lightly on the shoulder.

   I whirled around and found Elaine standing there.  "I needed some
picante sauce," she said, holding up the jar as explanation.  She then
looked to see what I was holding and giggled.  "Sebastian, why am I not
surprised you like the hot stuff."

   "Uh-huh." I mumbled, blushing at her intentional double entendre that
had taken me completely off balance.

   She cocked her head and frowned.  "Sebastian, are you still angry with
me?"

   I uncomfortably cleared my throat.  "No, Elaine.  I just..." My eyes
fell to the tile and I nervously shifted the basket from one hand to the
other, my heart pounding in my ears.  She was the woman of my fantasies but
I was still not convinced she thought of me as an equal.  That didn't stop
me from feeling my world was spun off its axel anytime she was near.  "I
just don't think we should... do this."

   "Talk in a supermarket aisle?" She was looking at me with genuine
concern, those eyes of her damn near liquid.

   "No, Mrs.  Lunsford." I shook my head and sighed at this wracking
conundrum I found myself in.

   "Sebastian." She touched my arm.

   I could feel the affection in her, but the mere fact that she didn't
insist on me calling her `Elaine' seemed like confirmation that her general
attitude towards me still hadn't changed.  Childish?  Perhaps, but it was
with sadness I took my hand to hers and gently took it off my forearm. 
"I'm sorry but this isn't going to happen."

   I turned and walked down the aisle and felt her watching me go.  I had
this strange feeling she willing me to look back, to see her when all she
could do was watch me leave, but he didn't.  I had this dreadful feeling,
that same sickening sensation I got when I knew I'd done something really
wrong.  I tried staving it off, but it curled up in my belly like a
menacing serpent and stayed there, well after I took the salsa back to my
mother and we went through the checkout lane.

   I saw Elaine again in the parking lot and she even waved at me, but I
didn't wave back, although I knew she knew that I saw her.  I slammed the
trunk closed and got quickly into our car, and as we drove out of the
parking lot, I had the distinct sensation that something was chasing me.

   If I thought I had gone through the wringer after that first time I had
had sex with Elaine and she had rejected me afterwards, it was nothing to
the disturbing turmoil I found myself in now.  I couldn't understand this
depression I found myself sinking into.  It made no sense and, worst of
all, I couldn't see a resolution to the emotional quagmire.  The more I
thought about it, the more I knew what I had to do ~~ as much as I didn't
want to.  That's how I ended up standing in line at the confessional after
mass with all the rest of the penitent boys, waiting my turn to atone for
my many sins.  I didn't even have Ethan for moral support ~~ like almost
every other day in the past month, he was skipping classes and today had
skipped mass altogether to go meet Erica.

   "Come on, go already," the boy behind me whined, an acne-ridden
sophomore with greasy brown hair and a full set of braces.

   It was my turn.  I stared at the heavy oaken door and started forward
and then stopped, my mind whirling with nebulous apprehension.

   "You go ahead." I waved him past.

   The sophomore rolled his eyes, pushing up his glasses as she huffingly
swept by me.  There were six more guys to go, and I stealthily slipped down
the line against the brick wall, unobtrusively falling in behind the last.
It had been two years since I had last smoked my nails, a nasty habit that
lasted for six months before I was caught trying to shoplift a pack of
Montecitos by a security guard who also happened to be an off duty police
officer who terrified me for a half hour with his lurid tales of what
happened in the Marlborough county jail before releasing me on my own
recognizance.  But I was seriously tempted to risk being tossed in with the
kiddie rapers and Gun Dogg gang members for a smoke by the time the line
had dwindled to me and one other student.

   "Do you want to go?" he asked me as the confessional door opened. 
"You've been waiting the longest."

   "No!" I exclaimed.  "No, that's ok.  I don't mind waiting.  Take your
time."

   He gave me a funny look, going into the confessional.  I paced the wall,
up and down, sucking on a pencil in the demented hope that somehow there
might be some nicotine mixed in with the paint.  I secretly hoped that guy
ahead of me had a lot to confess.  I didn't know him very well ~~ maybe he
stole from his parent's liquor cabinet, or maybe he was a compulsive
gambler, or maybe he did something really awful, like strangling
prostitutes in seedy hotels or...

   Or maybe he just slept with his best friend and his best friend's mom.

   The door opened and he came out.  Definitely not a serial killer ~~ he
hadn't spent anywhere near enough time in the box.  He practically waltzed
past me, and I knew, if I could just manage to get the damning words that
weighed so heavily upon me out in the confessional, that I would feel
freer, too.

   "Bless me, sister, for I have sinned..."

   Man, oh, man, have I sinned.

   The darkness was engulfing and I could hear the nun's slow, even
breathing through the screen.  I knew it was probably the matronly Mother
Superior ~~ she was the one who lately almost always took our confessions.

   Perhaps I should explain something here.  The concept of confession is,
I believe, unique to the Catholic Church and outsiders may not be familiar
with it.  In brief, Confession, or as its technically known as Penance, is
simply the confessor listing off his or her major, known as mortal, sins to
a priest who acts as sort of a liaison for God and the church.  He imparts
forgiveness, known as absolution.  Of course, simply relating your
transgressions isn't enough ~~ you have to be genuinely sorry because
remember that, no matter if you have fooled the priest, you can't fool God.
Of course, there's usually punishment, known as contrition, typically in
the form of prayer, self-denial, or acts of kindness to others.

   Typically, the only people who can hear confessions and absolve sins
through this Sacrament are validly ordained priests, monsignors or bishops.
You are allowed to go to any priest in any parish for confession but
deacons, monks, acolytes and nuns can never hear confessions nor can they
absolve sins.  But the reality is the Catholic Church is direly short of
priests, even at a wealthy private school like Saint Thomas.  With the rule
being every student at both our school and Sisters of Charity must go to
confession at least once a month, that totaled nearly 3,000 confessions,
something they could not handle.  And so they had the Sisters more and more
hearing confession and taking them back to the priests to be forgiven by
proxy.

   "My last confession was two months ago..." Two months.  Had it only been
two months?!  I couldn't believe the things that had happened since then ~~
it felt like a well-lived lifetime.

   "Go on." To my astonishment, it wasn't the gruff wheeze of that old
dowager Mother Superior but the soft voice of Sister Chastity's, easily the
youngest and most attractive of all the nuns of the Sisters of Charity.  I
could picture her pink-cheeked and nodding, dressed in her white coif and
black robes that we all suspected she had put darts down the inside of so
it would pull tighter across her breasts and emphasize her waist, but only
subtly so as not to arouse the suspicions of her fellow celibates.  I could
hear the gracious smile that seemed forever present in her voice.  `That's
gonna change in just about minute,' I thought with a grimace.

   "Sister, I've done... I've really done some awful things..." I admitted,
twisting my hands in my lap.  "Mortal sins.  Lots of them.  Really bad
ones."

   There was a movement behind the screen, like she was sitting up straight
in her chair.  "Go on, my child."

   "I've... I've looked at dirty pictures, Sister." I decided it was best
to start at the beginning of my downfall into iniquity and work my way
backwards.

   "What do you mean?" Her alto voice moved audibly closer to the screen
between us.  "What kinds of dirty pictures?"

   "Oh, Sister." I sighed, feeling relief already over my ability to speak
openly about these things I had kept hidden.  "All kinds.  There were ones
with men having sex with women in all sorts of ways, and ones with men
having sex with other men..."

   "How do you feel about looking at them, child?"

   "I... guess... I feel guilty."

   "I hate to tell you this, my child, but you don't sound like you feel
guilty.  Perhaps if you went into further detail of your sinful behavior
you will find the genuine remorse that is your only hope to guide you to
true absolution."

   I sighed.  She had me there.  "Well... when I was looking at the
pictures..." I was eternally thankful for the cloaking darkness and my
isolation.  It made it easier to unburden my soul.  "The things I saw made
me feel... funny."

   "Funny... how?" She shifted in his seat again.

   I blushed, remembering the lecherous sensations I had first experienced.
"Between my legs, Sister.  Down there."

   She didn't respond, and I went on.  "And, even though I knew that this
pornography was wicked, it felt soooo good... I couldn't help it, Sister. I
had to touch myself."

   "You touched yourself... down there?" Her voice got even lower than the
normal solemn confessional tone she used.

   "Yes," I admitted with a heavy-hearted sigh.  "I looked at those obscene
pictures, and then we watched the videos..."

   "Videos?" she inquired.  "Who are we?"

   "Oh..." I swallowed, having had no intention on bringing up Ethan.  But
the cat was out of the bag and I had no choice but to forge ahead "My best
friend and me.  We found the pictures and the movies hidden under his
mother's bed."

   "He watched them with you?"

   "Yes, Sister," I said.  "That's another thing... we... we touched each
other, too."

   There was a long profound silence.

   "Sister?"

   "Go on," she urged, clearing her throat.  "Tell me everything.  It is
only through a full disclosure that you can purge yourself of these vices"

   "She had a vibrator," I continued, feeling the heat burning in my face.
"And he showed me... how to put it inside... how to masturbate... with
it..."

   "Is that all?"

   "No." I lifted my hands to my fiery cheeks in a vain attempt to cool
them.  "Not even close.  Oh, Sister, we were so naughty..."

   "How naughty?" Her voice seemed closer now.

   "The first time, I just played with the vibrator, and then I watched him
do it... and we both... we both had orgasms.  Watching the videos, where
all the naked people were having sex and touching each other and..." I
gasped for breath, remembering it and feeling the delicious heat from my
cheeks spreading in threading tendrils through my whole body.  My breathing
started to get labored and my unruly penis was surging between my legs.

   "Go on," she insisted.  "You should tell me everything.  It is your only
hope for salvation"

   "Okay," I agreed, closing my eyes, very much aware that the humiliation
I thought would be paralyzing me was nowhere intense as it probably should
have been.  "A few days later... we watched the movies again.  Only
different ones this time, one where two men who were sucking each other. 
Down there."

   Something like a soft moan came from behind the screen.

   "And my friend... he said... he would suck me... down there," I went on.


   There was that moan again, and she whispered something, but I couldn't
hear it.

   "So I let him, Sister.  I let him put out his tongue then open his mouth
and suck me and suck me... oh Sister, it's so wicked, I know, but it felt
so good!"

   I wriggled my hips, the sensation of the tender glans rubbing against
the sleek fabric of my pants feeding that throbbing ache.  The nun didn't
say anything, so I just kept talking.

   "Then he asked if I would suck him.  Oh Sister, I knew it was wrong...
but he wanted it so much, and I knew how good it would make him feel... I
couldn't help it.  I sucked him until he... he had an orgasm, too."

   Sister Chastity took a deep breath.  "Is that all?"

   "Oh, no, Sister!" I leaned back against the wall, thinking that I had so
much to absolve.  At first I had been concerned that maybe the nun would
have frowned on this excess of confession but instead she seemed to be
instigating it, perhaps thinking I was thoroughly cleansing my soul.  "I
forgot to tell you... about his mom."

   "Your friend's mother?" I could hear the frown in her expressive voice.

   "Yes," I said, remembering with great clarity that first fateful night.
"I saw her... that first time we looked at the dirty pictures, I got up
that night to go to the bathroom, and I saw her naked and touching
herself."

   "She was masturbating?"

   "Yes, Sister," I confirmed.  "She had her hand... between her legs...
and she was pumping two or three fingers inside her ... and her thumb was
rubbing her clitoris ... while she watched three people having sex..."

   "Three?"

   "Two men and a woman," I clarified.  "The woman was on her hands and
knees with the men both in front and behind her, one man ... putting his...
penis... into her mouth while the other took her ... from, well, behind."

   "She took both of them?"

   "Oh yes, Sister, but that wasn't all," I added.  "They did it like that
for a while, then the man in front went around and took the woman ... both
men in ... uh ... both her holes..."

   "Oh good Lord," she breathed and then loudly cleared her throat.  "Good
Lord, please hear this young man's sins so that he may be depurgated of his
veniality... go on, child..."

   "While the movie was going on, Mrs.  Lu ... err... my best friend's mom
was watching it and I watched her... slowly stroking herself like that..."
My hitching breath was coming faster in the dark and I was beginning to
burn with the smoldering desire balling up inside me.  "And I couldn't help
but touch myself, too..."

   "Did you have an ...orgasm?"

   "Yes," I whispered.  "Right when she did.  I'd never seen a woman... not
a real one... there was wetness everywhere... all over her hand and her
thighs..."

   "Oh my child," Sister Chastity breathed and for the first time I
imagined that beneath the sensible wool and hygienic cotton she was
mandated to wear was a storming female animal, her demon, you could say,
and that I had discovered it, unleashed it.  "This is all... so... very
naughty..."

   "Yes," I agreed.  "That's why I had to come tell you, Sister.  I'm so
unworthy.  God will never forgive me because even though I never meant for
it to go so far, I couldn't seem to stop.  My sin is too terrible but I
just can't seem to stop..."

   "What sin have you committed?  And exactly how far have you gone? 
Remember, only the truth can set you free." She leaned in again.

   "Too far," I admitted, blushing.  "All the way too far..."

   She was quiet and so was I.  Then, she asked, "You're no longer a
virgin?"

   "No, I'm no longer a virgin, Sister," I confessed, lowering my eyes in
shame.  I was hot now, breathing hard.  I could tell she was hot, the two
of us drowning in a heatwave, the confessional sultry, the knot of desire
tautening relentlessly just above my pubic bone, threatening to unhinge me.
"I've had sex.  What does the Bible say?  Carnal knowledge.  I know what
it's like to be inside a woman."

   "Go on." Her voice rasped like raw silk on my neck as I bowed my head.

   "And the worst of it is, I loved it, Sister.  I wanted more."

   I heard her swallow several times before she managed to answer me. 
"That makes you very bad, now, doesn't it?"

   "Oh, Sister, you... don't understand," I breathed.  "She's so... she
makes me feel so good.  Just being around her.  And I know she really likes
me, I can tell."

   "What happened?" There was a barely-concealed eagerness in her voice and
I had a sudden unbidden image spring fully-formed into my mind: Sister
Chastity lying on the narrow pallet in her monastic cell, blocking out the
prayers and promises of the day as she trailed her fingers up the soft skin
of her parting thighs...

   "I... I was at my friend's house overnight and went downstairs late,
late at night," I told her.  "She was in the living room, looking so sad. I
just wanted to be near her, comfort her, tell her that somehow everything
was going to be ok..."

   "Then?" she prompted after a moment.  I was too lost in my thoughts,
remembering Elaine and the way she looked up at me, like a drowning woman.

   "Then we talked... and before I knew it we were kissing." I felt my
penis respond to just the mere touch off that exquisite memory.  "And when
I began to touch her, we both knew, Sister, we knew it was wrong ... but
the minute I touched her ... sweet pussy, the moment my fingers slipped
inside her juicy wetness, I knew we just couldn't stop..."

   "Did you give her your virginity?"

   "Yes," I whispered.

   "Did you... consider... that perhaps you shouldn't ~~?"

   "Oh, Sister, I know." I nodded in the dark even though I knew she
couldn't see the gesture.  It wasn't entirely true, the truth being far
more complex.  But I didn't wish to delve into my painful relationship with
Elaine at that moment and focused on a subject I knew the nun could relate
to: Catholic guilt.  "I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it.  I
wanted her so much.  You don't understand.  I don't understand."
"It's alright, child," she soothed.  "Tell me what happened.  Tell me

everything."

   "Well, afterwards, she was very angry with me.  You see, she is widowed
and she thought that by having sex with me she had betrayed the memory of
her dead husband.  Then, by chance, a few weeks later we saw each other
again late at night at her house.  She said she had sorted through her
feelings and told me she wanted me to feel good so she got down on her
knees in front of me and took me into her pretty mouth."

   Sister Chastity groaned, not softly this time.  I had known she seemed
to be enjoying this far more than she should and I had started to cut out
some of the details to cut to `the good parts' for her sake and was
secretly delighted to see it had the intended effect upon her.  I couldn't
help but envision her once more in her lonely bedroom, forcing herself to
keep her masturbatory touch slow, resenting yet relishing the rhythmic,
frustrated twitching higher up, hungry to taste real, raw cock but willing
to settle for the banana or cucumber she had clandestinely saved from
dinner for surreptitious onanistic thrills later on.

   "She... took me into her mouth and... she sucked it... oh god, her
slippery tongue felt so good sliding all along it... I can't believe how
good it made me feel to have a warm, wet mouth on my cock... how can
something so wrong feel so good?"

   There were no words from behind the screen, but Sister Chastity's sultry
breathing was audible ~~ and fast.  It was so very easy to picture the
phallic shape of her chosen dildo approaching, untangling the burnished
hairs between her scissored legs, teasing apart the soft folds, pushing up
into the desperate darkness...

   "And then I came..." I didn't know if the virginal nun would know that
slang term, but I was so distracted, and she didn't ask for clarification.
"I filled her mouth with all of my hot, sticky stuff... and she swallowed
it all..."

   "Oh," Sister Chastity breathed, and I heard her make a low noise, and
there was some distinctive shuffling going on behind the screen.

   "I knew that giving me that blowjob had made her really horny," I
explained, closing my eyes and remembering, reliving it, "because while she
had been sucking me she had been stroking herself.  Moaning and thrusting
her pussy up into her hand, making her fingers so wet."

   "Horny," Sister Chastity repeated, sounding dazed.

   "Yes, sooo very horny," I admitted.  I was horny now ~~ I could feel my
cock as thick and rigid as a cast iron rod on my thighs when I squeezed my
legs together.  "And I wanted her so much.  I went over to her and started
kissing and licking her.  When I got to her ... her pussy I started kissing
and licking it the way I'd seen in the dirty movies I had watched.  After
only a few minutes she began to moan and thrash about and then she came all
over my face, Sister, her tasty girlcum started shooting over my sucking
lips and whirring tongue the way it had squirted across her rubbing hand
and squeezing thighs that first night..."

   She said nothing, that indicatory sussurating rhythmic sound emanating
from her side of the confessional telling me all I needed to know.  There
was no more pretending that this was me clinically telling her how it
happened, just that once, so maybe I would stop craving it, to be pure
again.  What I had succeeded in was, despite the efforts of all the other
nuns to unsex her, I had reminded Sister Chastity that she was a
red-blooded woman.  The only thing I had to confess to myself was that I
loved that this was all so forbidden.  That she was forbidden.

   "When I came back up, we both jumped towards one another," abruptly
changing my style from the halting tones of the confesser to the smooth
voice of a seducer.  "Our mouths met, the undulating surface of our lips
electrified, drawn magnetically until we were licking, then nibbling, now
biting.  Tell me, Sister, how can the speaking part of your face send such
silent, fiery currents shooting through the rest of your body, sparking in
your nipples so that they harden into pebbles, searing down your belly
until your ass starts clenching with ferocious longing?"

   She didn't respond, unless you call the shuddery intake of breath a
response.  I wasn't faring much better, my own breathing fast, too, and my
cock literally twinging for me to touch it.  I fought the urge to take
myself in hand, knowing that when I did I would not last long, my crisis
leaving me squirming on the hard seat.

   "We kissed as if we wanted to eat each other," I went on.  "While my
hands kneaded her soft, warm bottom, bumping her fiercely against me, she
was sexily undulating against me, throatily crooning when she began
gyrating her juicy softness against the lengthy ridge of my hardness she
had discovered.  In mere moments I felt the honeyed dampness dribbling out
of her, right straight through the fabric of my pants.

   Sister Chastity groaned again, and I found my hand between my thighs,
cupping the throbbingly hard bulge in my groin, before I could even think.
I just had to alleviate some of the ache.

   "We were wearing far too many clothes," I whispered, pressing my fingers
against my cock, wiggling them a little.  The glans was bulbous and leaking
precum.  "Her beautiful breasts were already swollen with desire and when
she stretched her spine, the dark-red nipples poked out inches from my hot,
hungry mouth.  She bent over me, dangling the juicy fruit over my face and
I reached up, grabbed what was on offer, squeezed her breasts together,
nipped and bit at the ripe raspberries.  She seemed to really like it, when
I did that.  In fact, I would dare say, it was pure electricity"

   "Yes," Sister Chastity gasped.  "Oh, go on..."

   I glanced at the screen, knowing she couldn't see me, and slipped my
fingers under the elastic edge of my boxer shorts and started to slowly rub
myself, the libidinous sensations making my heart start to hammer.

   There was a soft rhythmic sound behind the screen and I heard the wanton
nun groan again.  "Yes, child... please... tell me the rest..."

   "I rolled on top of her," I murmured, stroking the full length of my
bloatedly swollen erection a little faster.

   The heat of my blush was nothing compared to the fire between my legs. I
couldn't ignore it anymore.  "And I told her I wanted her.  She said she
wanted to feel me inside of her."

   "Did you... put it inside of her?"

   "Yes." I began humping my hips as I fondled myself, the precum that had
drooled out sufficient lubrication for my own self-stroking touch.  "I was
very gentle... I let her prepare, tipping herself to guide my big cock up,
up, sliding it between the sensitive surfaces.  The thick shaft was already
wet with her slick honey so I grabbed her hips and plunged inwards.  She
groaned like an animal as I rocketed up inside her, her pussy drenched in
pulsating pleasure.  I paused to suck on her nipples and was thrilled to
see her open her eyes, a real woman who wanted to watch as I fucked her. 
And, oh, Sister, it felt soooo good..."

   "Did it?" Her voice was near strangled.

   "Yes," I breathed, closing my eyes and making fast pressuring squeezes
around my beefy shaft.  "I started my deepstrokes, giving her no choice but
to move along with me, feeling her so succulent and delicious inside of
her, engulfing me, loving the way her tender wetness crushed every filling
inch of me.  Her fingers reached up to touch that cute pink bud at the top
of her pink pussy lips and she rubbed herself in tight circles; Forgive me
God but it felt so good ~~ she made my big cock feel so good with that
little pussy of hers, inciting me to fuck her faster, and each time our
bodies met I was harder and she was wetter..."

   I heard Sister Chastity's gasp and that telltale rhythmic squishy sound
was growing faster.  "Oh Jesus... help us..."

   "Yesss," I whispered, reliving the memory of those precious times I had
been deep in my true love's pussy, and I knew I was going to come ~~ right
there in the confessional.  "We collided over and over, in our seductive
rhythm.  I fucked her so hard, Sister, it was so wrong and so right and it
felt so fucking good, we just couldn't stop.  I watched her breasts
bouncing frantically, her bright eyes watching me with desire and lust and
love, and fire began streaking through me."

   I moaned, my cock beginning to spasm.  "By now I was pumping her with
everything I had into her, throwing her upward with the ramming force of
it. Then it started, like all those other times by myself only ten times
more powerful, rolling over me.  I was arching to hold the delirious
sensation, trying as well to curb the inevitable, but then I saw her in her
own euphoric crisis, shattering on a soaring peak and bliss flooding
through her, We both came together, at the same time, our bodies bucking
and writhing, just...like... that..."

   I bit my lip to keep from crying out too loudly as I started to come. 
It had been like riding a rollercoaster slowly to the top but now I was
plunging and crescendoing into ecstasy, my rambunctious orgasm coming in
boisterous waves of uproarious pleasure in the darkness.  My fingers were
curled about my violently convulsing shaft, arcs of juicy come spurting hot
and silver, shooting out to drench my heaving chest and twitching stomach.
While my caressing hand milked out every deliquescent surge of carnal
pleasure, behind the screen I could hear Sister Chastity's broken sobs and
shattered whimpers, whispering the words, "Oh god, oh god" over and over.

   Panting for breath, bathed in sweat, I fell back on the seat totally
exhausted, both mentally and physically, my body quivering in the luscious
aftermath of one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced.  But
as rationality returned and the fearful reality of what the nun might do
occurred to me, I became ashamed and afraid of the dire consequences. 
Looking to alleviate my uncertainties, I whispered, "Sister?"

   "Yes, my child." She swallowed her words and cleared her throat.  "Is
that all?"

   I nodded, closing my eyes and lifting my sticky fingers to my mouth and
tasting myself.  "Yes."

   "Let's pray together."

   We did ~~ and she gave me fifty Act of Contrition's and thirty Hail
Mary's ~~ and that, as Ethan always said, was that.



   Afterthoughts

   This piece might feel a little disjointed but it originally was in a
very different form.  Essentially, my long-suffering editor thought, and I
agreed with her, that the aftermath of the Sebastian/Elaine sex needed to
be more emotionally charged and would be shortchanged by placement at the
ass end of Chapter 5.  The scene after the Grocery store encounter was
radically changed, did not even consist of the same characters (and would
make for an interesting deleted scene in the extras of the DVD version of
'Love Thy Neighbor') but i felt we needed to play out the Catholicism
thread that had been introduced in earlier chapters and so I decided to
elaborate on that.

   To head off some of the possible criticism - the spat between Elaine and
Sebastian is intentionally theatrical/highschoolish.  Remember he is 18
afterall.  The idea was to try to balance the seriousness of the emotional
impact with the realities of a May/September romance and the reality that
this is porn.  Any failure is mine and mine alone.

   The Confessional scene can probably be seen as equally schizophrenic. 
Again, this came from an original intent of making it a semi-serious look
into reconciling his religious interest with his decidedly sinful sexual
proclivities.  But the more i tried, the more it felt like one of those
silly 'Autobiography of a Flea' sorta deals, which I certainly incorporated
to a certain extent in Sister Chastity.  There are certainly some phone sex
elements in there - gave me ideas for a new story, in fact!

   For those thinking 'Damn, there was no fuckin in this one.  Boring!' you
need not fear.  Theres loads o rammin in small holes in the next one!

   Comments, criticisms, whatever - shadesofextasy@hotmail.com