Redemption...

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Warning: Adult Content

Part of this work is fact, part of it is fiction. Also, one of the characters is the author; you can take your pick. A lot however, has been changed for the purpose of creativity. Read at your own risk.

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Jane entered the cathedral slowly and walked towards the confessional. She felt certain that now was the right time to come clean. She had procrastinated too much, and the more she had delayed, the more she had been enveloped in sin. She opened the door of the confession box, quietly stepped in and sat down.
“Bless me father for I have sinned” she began. “It has been eighteen months since my last confession”.
She paused, now that she was here the first feeling of doubt had begun to creep in.
“Go on”, the voice from the other side encouraged her.
“I have sinned father, in the past eight months I have been involved in multiple acts of fornication with the same person”.
Jane paused again; the mere sound of the word ‘fornication’ had distracted her train of thought. She took in two deep breaths, and then attempted to continue.
“I indulged in these acts with a married next door neighbor…”
The thought of the Jacksons sent her thoughts racing wild again. She attempted to shake these distracting thoughts off, then she stopped; perhaps if she let her thoughts run wild, she could simply confess by thinking out loud. Good strategy she reasoned. Jane laid back and closed her eyes…
It had all began a few weeks to Christmas the previous year. The Jacksons had just moved in next door; a nice looking quiet couple who mostly stayed indoors. Jane had paid them little mind at first; she was a seventeen year old coming to terms with her raging unsatisfied hormones, and they were a married couple way ahead of her age group. So she had simply accorded them the courteous ‘hello’ whenever their paths crossed, which was infrequent.
Then on New Year’s Eve she had found a note on her window sill. Not a note really, it was a picture. A picture of a sexy looking lady dressed in just her undies with a crown on her head. Inscribed on it were the words ‘you're my goddess’.
At first, Jane attributed it to an unknown secret crush, probably an introvert too, just like her. Then another picture/note arrived, then another, and another. Soon she started looking forward to each new one. Also, the inscriptions and pictures graduated from mildly suggestive to crazily erotic. They included all sorts of sexual innuendos and short descriptions of wild sexual escapades, all of which portrayed Jane as one of the characters. Jane was at a point tempted to report these to her parents, but she had somehow become hooked to them, plus her raging hormones made it difficult for her not to look forward to the next hanging paper on her window sill. So Jane kept it a secret, between her and whoever was sending the notes, and sometimes after receiving a crazily inciting note, she’d recoil in bed and then touch herself silly. Then one day, her daily dose of naughty didn’t come.
She was surprised at first, then after a few days she became impatient, then after a week her hormones were dangerously screaming, she was horny as f**k. Then on the third week, just when she was on the verge of doing something completely stupid, the long awaited note arrived. This time it had just a message; ‘The Jackson’s bedroom, now’.
Jane was surprised, the Jackson’s? Was it really her neighbor? But she didn’t think too much about it. If Mr. Jackson wanted her, then he already had her, her body was literally on fire, begging to be ravaged. She could care less about what Mrs. Jackson would think. So she quietly left through the backyard and in a few seconds, she was at the Jackson’s back door. The door was open so she went straight in. She found the bedroom with relative ease; it was the same architectural design as her home. And as she stepped in she was shocked again.
Mrs. Jackson sat on the bed, dressed in a completely see-through robe, and her body was totally as unexpected as it was hot! Looking at her made Jane shocked and excited at the same time, and she was confused. She wondered if she had been mistaken about all of this, but more importantly, why her body was responding this way to the sight of a female. But Mrs. Jackson gave her little time to collect her thoughts. She walked straight at Jane, and tenderly kissed her lips. Jane was ready to collapse, it felt as if her legs were about to give way beneath her. As a sensual sigh escaped her lips, Mrs. Jackson guided her to the bed and in one movement, unzipped her gown and let it drop to the floor. Then Mrs. Jackson stepped off the see-through robe that was barely covering her body and wrapped her arms around Jane. The raw feel of Mrs. Jackson’s flesh on hers sent her blood racing. Mrs. Jackson slowly nudged her forward until she lay down at the bed, then she slowly kissed her all over, slow tender little kisses, from her lips to her neck, to the hollow between her breasts, to her nipples, then down to her belly button, then down, down…
Jane stood up abruptly; she could not take it anymore. Salvation or not, she had to find Mrs. Jackson now. She had thought that confessing the sins of the last eight months would make her realize how bad it all was, but she was wrong. Repeating it all to the parish priest had only made her want more, and right now she was soaking wet.

Jane darted out of the confessional, to the confusion of the priest who tried unsuccessfully to tell her that she had neither finished her confession nor recited the act of contrition. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, and in just under four minutes, she was at the door of the Jackson’s. She needed no note today, she couldn’t wait. She went straight through the door and met the Jackson couple in the middle of breakfast. She didn’t, or rather couldn’t put words together. She simply held the hands of Mrs. Jackson and took her away from the dining to the bewilderment of Mr. Jackson. She led her straight to the bedroom and locked the door behind her. Then she peeled off her blouse and skirts and lay down on the bed.
“Eat me”, she commanded.
Then as Mrs. Jackson didn’t budge, she begged, “please”.
Mrs. Jackson smiled, and then she walked slowly to the bed, spread Jane’s legs with her hands, and slowly placed her tongue on Jane’s ankles. She kissed them tenderly, and slowly worked her way upwards. Then as she got to that soft tender parting at the middle of Jane’s legs, she paused. She was delightfully surprised; Jane was practically dripping. Mrs. Jackson smiled, and then drilled into Jane with her tongue. She sucked and licked, and sucked again. Then she inserted the index finger of her right hand just a little, and slowly searched for Jane’s g-spot. When she found it, she slowly rubbed and massaged, at the same time licking and sucking, and drilling Jane’s clit with her tongue. Her left arm went to Jane’s right breast. She fingered the nipple as she relentlessly drove Jane to heights unknown.
Jane felt like her body was going to explode. Every inch of her felt as if it was on fire. The electricity that moved round her body was as terrifying as it was exciting. She was scared but she didn’t want it to stop. She dug her hands into the soft sheets as she felt herself go higher, and higher, and higher. Then suddenly she felt thousands of volcanic like eruptions race down her every sinew, drowning out every emotion, every sense, and every light in the world. And just before she blacked out, she knew; she was addicted, and orgasms were the only redemption she would ever get...

THE END

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