Secret, Saintly Schoolgirl Love - Sex Stories

Secret, Saintly Schoolgirl Love

... either.

So, I kept quiet, and I did my best to listen.

I didn’t always love our reverend’s style or his interpretation of the Word, but I did love God, and between expanding my biblical knowledge through his sermons or doing nothing at all, I’d take expanding my knowledge.

Barb, as usual, made this way of getting through the service as difficult as possible. She had recently pointed out the way Reverend James tended to over-gesticulate with his eyebrows when he got animated. So, now, every time his eyebrows moved, I could sense her looking over at me and mirroring him in search of laughs.

Hannah challenged my focus in her own way. She kept her ankles crossed, knees together, hands folded neatly in her lap, and eyes on Reverend James wherever he went in his rambling about the room.

She smiled faintly at his jokes, nodded and shook her head correctly when he asked his semi-rhetorical questions, but mostly watched him with perfectly unobtrusive, appropriate attention.

She did everything right, to avoid stealing any attention back onto herself, and yet even more than I wanted to giggle with Barb, I wanted to look at Hannah.

I always wanted to look at Hannah. But when she was closed up like this, I felt that Ineeded to, as well.

Whereas Barb’s casual contempt for the proceedings was right out in the open for all to see,anything could be happening inside Hannah’s head. She could be formulating the mother of all jokes, or incisively contemplating the nature ...

... of the universe, or silently imploding, trying once again to crush her whole self into the tiny but endlessly sucking patch of emptiness her father’s indifference seemed to have left inside her.

Whatever the case was today, Barb and I were the only people in the world who knew Hannah well enough to have a chance of catching the near-microscopic clues. It seemed like our duty to be on the lookout.

“Cupid!” someone contributed, in return for candy.

“Cupid,” Reverend James tutted. “He’s a pagan idol, you know.”

“Cards!”

“Yes, definitely cards.”

Just when I thought she wasn’t going to, Barb did it.

“Sex!” she shouted, plain and clear, without changing her position.

Oh well, I tried.

The many, mostly pale shades of skin throughout the room grew collectively pinker.

Two spots of pink even appeared on the reverend’s own cheeks, though they were gone almost as soon as they’d come.

To my surprise, he tossed Barb a candy.

“Yes, sex,” he said to the congregation. “Well done, Barbara. Sit up straight and consider this your warning.”

Barb crossed her arms with a self-satisfied smirk, but she crossed her legs too, and tugged her skirt down over them.

On a school day, the teacher would have shuffled her already and probably assigned some additional punishment too. Reverend James liked for us to think of Sunday mornings in the chapel a place of warmth and refuge, so there was a tiny bit more wiggle room. It wouldn’t stretch beyond that first warning, ...