Secret, Saintly Schoolgirl Love - Sex Stories

Secret, Saintly Schoolgirl Love

... doing, but their first names were immortalized together, etched into the hidden side of a loose brick at the back of the chapel that none of the staff knew about.

If we asked about the policy, we were simply told, “Threes are safer than pairs.”

Once we were outside, Hannah stretched her arms up and outward, fingertips extending to embrace the whole cosmos. She twirled around on the toes of her Mary-Janes, like she was shaking off the crumbling remains of her best-behavior shell.

“Would you look at thatsky?” she sighed blissfully. “It’s like a painting. It’s likethe painting of the sky all other paintings of sky are trying to imitate.”

I felt a breath of relief slide out of me, now that I could see her properly and be sure she was well.

Then I joined her in looking up.

I loved that she noticed things like that, when she was in a happy mood. I never did. A moment ago, the weather had been nothing to me but a tolerably mild winter afternoon. Now, it was a postcard, saturated with brilliant blues and fluffy whites.

By silent agreement, with Barb slightly in the lead, we headed down toward the boathouse on the campus’s small private lake. There were never any boats in the boathouse, except for when the school rented a few for brochure shoots or open house days, but it was far from everything and had two whole walls, which made it a rare bastion of privacy.

“So, let me get this straight,” said Barb. “Saint Val performed secret weddings for people who ...

... legally weren’t allowed to get married. Even though everyone involved could get in big trouble. Even though when the couple said, ‘Guess what? We’re married,’ the emperor could just say, ‘Guess what? No, you’re not. Come fight for me and die, asshole.’”

“They’d still be married in the eyes of God,” Hannah pointed out. “I think that’s why it’s important. He gave people a chance to declare their love before God, so that no matter what happened to them on Earth, as long as they did their best and had faith, they’d get to be together forever in the end.”

The corner of Barb’s mouth that was closest to us curled upward. “Shit,I could do that.”

“Do what? Secretly marry people?” I asked.

“Sure, why not?”

“Well, you’re not ordained, for one thing,” I said.

“So? Those aremen’s laws for marriage,” said Barb. “It’s only God’s laws that count, right?”

Barb was really good at saying things like that. Things that you knew were tugging you toward danger, but gave no footholds for argument.

“Areyou actually spending your Sunday afternoon contemplating this morning’s sermon?” I teased her instead.

“Fuck no!” said Barb, pulling a cigarette from the pack she kept in her bra, and lighting it.

She and God alone knew where she got them from.

This was the third boarding school Barb’s parents had sent her to, after finding her fooling around shirtless in their basement with her boyfriend and an open bottle of Kalua. Apparently, they’d decided on the spot that she was an ...