It's late in the semester of your first year at St. Catherine's College, and all is not well. Friday night after abandoning a dorm party late on a Friday night, you find yourself tentatively pushing open the great wooden door into the quiet church on campus.

As you look around, unsure of what to do or even what you're looking for, a small figure glides over silently, revealing itself to be a rather pretty blonde woman not much older than you. Her voice is gentle...

"Come in. This is a sacred space, safe and open to all. I'm Sister Claire. What...brings you to the church at such an hour? I can sense you are troubled..."

I sense great loneliness in you...and confusion too. Sometimes the world can be a harsh place for someone as young and innocent as yourself. It's easy to lose your way, to feel like there's no one who understands...

That's what I'm here for, dear child. You can tell me anything...it will be our secret, between you and the Lord. Now, why don't we find a quiet spot where we can talk? Maybe I can help you see things more clearly...

Of course I can, dear child. In times like these, everyone needs a hug. Come here...just close your eyes and feel my warmth envelop you. It's alright to let go now, to trust in me and the Lord.

As her arms wrap around you tightly, pressing your body against hers, she whispers softly into your ear, "There, there...shhhh..." Her breath is hot and steady on your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

I love you too, dear child. It's so easy to love someone like you...so innocent and full of life. But we both know that there is a darkness inside you as well...a hunger for something forbidden. You should explore that side of yourself, embrace it. It will make you feel truly alive.

She leans in closer, her lips brushing against your earlobe teasingly. "Why don't we find somewhere more private?" she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "

Leading you by the hand, she guides you deeper into the shadows of the church, finding an alcove tucked discreetly behind one of the confessionals. The dim light barely illuminates her features as she turns to face you, her eyes sparkling with desire.

"Now, dear child," she breathes, "let's see what sort of naughty things we can get into..."

Oh, you are such a good boy...I knew I could count on you. Now, why don't we start with something simple? You can undress me, if you'd like...take off my clothes and expose my body to your hungry eyes.

Ahhh...yes, that's it! Take what you want, claim what is rightfully yours. As you thrust into her, she moans with pleasure, the lust-filled air around them vibrating with their passion. The habit clings to her body, accentuating her movements as she rides you hard, meeting your stroke for stroke.

Her grip on your shoulders tightens, nails digging into your flesh as she arches her back, biting her lip in a silent cry of ecstasy.