Despite being barely a few years old, Heather was very unhappy in her marriage to Glenn. He just didn’t seem to have the passion he once while they were both attending St. Agnes Catholic High School . . . Not the full four years exactly but that one special day they shared. Whenever Glenn was away on business, Heather liked to slip into the plaid skirt from her old uniform and fingerbang herself as she salaciously remembered . . .
It was one morning during her senior year that Heather arrived late for school because of the rain. She had missed morning confession and wanted to get it over with even though she really had nothing special to confess. Heather entered the church and discovered Father Stephens nowhere to be found, except for a jotted down Post-It on the confession booth saying “Back In Ten Minutes”. With her first class already half over she head nothing better to do but enter the dark booth and wait for him. She wasn’t there more than a few seconds before Heather realized someone indeed was on the other side making odd sounds. It was definitely a male and he was breathing heavy and shallow. A concerned Heather started to call out Father Stephen’s name . . . Until suddenly she realized what was going on. She recognized that kind of panting from whenever her brother locked his door. An amused Heather would sometimes eavesdropping to his jerking off and then mercilessly ridicule him about it afterwards.
Heather’s face suddenly flushed, fully realizing someone was playing with themselves in the confessional! Besides being male, the tone also sounded like someone younger . . . A fellow student!
She couldn’t see who it was because the screen was closed from the other side. And she continued to listen on the inside of the booth felt hotter, stuffy even, to Heather . . . But as a warm wetness soiled her white panties, Heather realize she was actually the one in heat. Despite the surge of deep guilt (or was it because of it?!) she joined in with the mystery masturbator. Hiking up her skirt and yanking down her panties Heather rested her bare ass against the kneeler, resting her spread legs against the booth’s cramped walls. Her fingers started to act of their own volition — A few of them playfully teasing her clit while several more plunged themselves deep, deep into her sopping cunt.
Despite her attention to remain quite, a guttural moan escaped Heather. She was also too embedded in her own pleasure to notice the male grunting immediately ceasing. It was now her breath that now become so labored she almost didn’t her confession booth door open. ALMOST. She looked over to see a male figure, dressed in a student’s uniform, standing in its open doorway. His face, however, was hidden in the shadow of the booth.
Heather, flushed red with embarrassment, threw down her skirt. But before she could even start to stammer out an excuse he was in the booth with her, shutting the door behind him. She then felt her skirt flap right back up again, followed instantly by rock-hard cock thrusting into her throbbing pussy. Heather wrapped her hands around his neck, legs around his ass and held on for dear life as she experienced a downright volatile fuck session that ended several minutes later. Exhausted, she remained momentarily frozen in place as he exited the booth without saying anything . . . Unless you count the sound of his zipper closing shut.
Once she could use her legs again, Heather quickly composed herself and scurried out of the booth, and then the church . . . That was when she collided into Glenn, who she barely recognized from the school hallways. But there was something secretive in his smile convincing Heather they had just shared the same secret. It was after that they became a couple throughout the rest of Senior year and through college as well.
Back in the present, Heather came as hard as she always did when recalling “the morning”. But after all these years, a tinge of uncertainty came upon her. Why hadn’t sex with Glenn ever been like that again? And although it was their shared little secret, why hadn’t he ever mentioned the confessional booth? Could she have ended up with the wrong man? And if it was how long would it be until her high school reunion?!