Confessional Proxy: A Nun's Story

The door to the confessional closed with the usual wooden whoosh and snap. Unbeknownst to anyone entering the booth, Father Cleo was not listening. Wednesday evenings are usually a rough night for the respected priest. That was how Sister Maggie became a "confessional proxy", as Father Cleo put it. Whenever he was too hung over to make it in during the early hours, he would assign just about anybody.

The dutiful nun had convinced herself that it was all part of serving the Lord. When in reality it was so he could sleep off all the wine consumed during the clergy poker game. There were only two rules, don't talk and don't be seen. The scandal that would come about if any of the parishioners(?) found out. If only she could confess to someone as to why she kept volunteering.

It had been almost 4 months since her first time filling in. Most of the time it was the usual, "forgive me father...". But it was the confessions of a woman named Jane that had motivated the young nun to always be in the right place at the right time to volunteer. Jane had started coming to confessional the second week of the proxy scheme. Her confessions were different. They were as shocking as they were sinful, but raw and sensual.

These were the thoughts that raced through her mind as she contemplated eternal damnation and the price her soul would pay.

"Forgive me father for I have sinned....", intoned Jane as she sat down.

A slight pause by Jane allowed Sister Maggie to get comfortable. She hadn't broken either of the two rules yet, but the idea that Jane knew she was on the other side was always there but never spoken. After hearing dozens of Jane's confessions, she had learned that she could always be shocked. Today was no different.

Jane was vividly describing several instances of self pleasure, even as recent as this morning. Her tone was not repentant, or rather it never was. She first started to emulate this act in private, something that meant more Hail Mary's and praying on the Rosary than she had time for.

Oddly Jane never once inquired about why there was never a response from the other side of the booth. She had started to take her time over the past month. The previous week Jane had shared that she had performed oral sex on another woman. After which Sister Maggie seriously considered self flagellation as the only way she atone for her thoughts and fingers.

Maggie had started removing parts of her habit early on, no one could see her anyway, well except...

The confession had now been going on for what seemed like an hour, Jane still describing her masturbation habits in detail. It was as if someone elses hands raised her skirt. As usual she could feel the wetness between her legs as she started to rub herself. This was a first, she had never done it in the booth with Jane on the other side.

Young Sister Maggie was fortunate to have a small room to herself. It even had thick walls. Which was useful since being quiet while she played with herself was not something she could do. But now, back in the confessional sitting only a foot away from Jane she let out an audible and elongated sigh and moan.

She had been caught, Jane had surely heard her. People in the pews had probably heard her. Yet Jane only continued, Maggie could faintly hear the wet sounds of another woman across the wood panel. The nun quietly slid back the center panel just enough to see what the other woman was doing. She too was wearing a skirt, but much shorter. Her fingers buried between her legs going in and out at a rapid pace.

Feeling watched, Jane brought her hand to her mouth and started to suck her fingers. It was then that the confessional proxy convulsed, rattling the wooden booth as she came. Still watching the woman who would damn her to hell, the nun saw that she had her breasts out, twisting and tugging gently at her nipples. She wasn't sure whether or not Jane saw her, but she was now in full view of the half naked woman in the confessional. Not long after, she observed Jane was about to orgasm and decided to join with her again. Her release was a muffled gasp, followed by a shared shudder and heavy breathing on both sides.

Slamming the middle door shut Sister Maggie rushed to dress herself and get out of there as quick as possible. Meanwhile Jane was casually still half naked and playing with her wet bit of short hair above her genitals.

"Thank you Sister" was all she said as the terrified nun ran out of the booth.

To be continued.