Tale of a Naughty Nun

Chapter 7

'It seems unhealthy for Sister Chastity to be deprived of the experiences of life,' the Reverend Mother said.

'She seems happy enough. She enjoys teaching, and the boys love her like a mother,' Sister Teresa pointed out.

'You don't object to her teaching the human biology class anymore,' Reverend Mother said.

'No. She seems to be doing a good job. The boys haven't bothered the girls in the village recently. At least we haven't had any complaints from irate fathers. Perhaps they have learnt something, discretion, at least,' Sister Teresa grimaced.

It was the closest to a smile she could manage.

'Good, then we'll leave her to it. I still think she should experience something of the world before she takes her vows,' Reverend Mother stated.

'What about the vacation request. One of the boy's fathers has invited her to their house for two weeks. They live in the city, so that would open her eyes to life,' Sister Teresa reminded the Reverend Mother.

'Yes, that seems like a good idea. I'll give permission. It will enlighten her to the fast pace of life away from here,' Reverend Mother said.

The meeting moved on and Sister Chastity was forgotten about.

Fred couldn't move on so easily. His waking thoughts and dreams were centred around Sister Chastity. He was still doing well in other classes, and he was happy, happier than he had been in a long time. The thought of meeting her at lunchtime spurred him on to immerse himself in mathematics. He knew it would please her, and he would do anything to make her happy. It would also make time pass more quickly, compared to just staring at the clock.

At last it was over and lunchtime arrived. He shot out of the classroom like a Champaign cork. In minutes he was edging into the first aid room, looking for her. She looked up from some paperwork and gave him a big smile.

'Is it that time already?' she asked.

'Yes, Sister Chastity,' he smiled back at her.

'How was maths this morning?' she asked.

'Alright, I was the first to finished the set work,' he proudly declared.

'Well done, you have a talent for maths, as well as helping me,' she said, and stroked his hair. 'I do appreciate you helping me. I would have failed in this class if you hadn't guided me, Fred,' she said.

'I'm sure you would have found a way, Sister Chastity,' he said.

'I have no experience at all, as you know. This was my first class, my first teaching experience, and it was a test from the Reverend Mother. This morning she told me I was doing well, and to carry on. That's all down to you, Fred, so thank you,' she warmly smiled.

'What do you want to show me today, Fred?' she brightly asked.

'Maybe we should go through some of the basics. Did we explore kissing?' he asked.

'Is that important? How does it fit in with everything else?' she innocently asked.

'It is important to the reproductive process. Let's say we are on a first date, and I take you home. There is an awkward moment, when we make the first intimate contact, with a kiss,' he explained.

'Is that relevant to the lessons, Fred?' she asked.

'It's the very starting point of the reproduction process, and you said we must reproduce for the church, Sister Chastity,' he explained.

She looked sceptical with that certain innocent expression he loved.

'I didn't mean us, Sister Chastity,' he quickly said.

'Mmm? Oh, I see, no, of course not, that would be inappropriate. A nun is excluded from adding to god's flock,' she demurely smiled.

'We should have started from the beginning,' he encouraged.

'Well then, you had better show me, Fred,' she smiled, looking a little worried.

'I enjoyed your company, Chastity, it's been a nice evening,' he said, and leaned toward her.

She didn't know which way to turn her head, and her nose hit his. Like a duelling parry, they warded each other off, rather than meeting up. Fred took hold of her face in both hands, and kissed her tightly puckered lips. He kissed her eyes, and every inch of her face, murmuring phrases from love songs. Not that he knew many. Returning to her mouth he tried to push his tongue between her lips.

'We had better start again, Sister Chastity,' he told her.

She looked startled with a pained look on her face.

'I wasn't expecting that. You had better explain it to me. Should I have been kissing your face too?' she asked.

'No. I was trying to get you to relax. In class we are demonstrating two people who, err, like each other. They will kiss, as a start to a relationship. Let's assume they are passed the awkward first date moment, and are married. You put your arms around me, and, yes that's it. Not so tight. Relax, Sister Chastity, it's just a kiss,' he said.

'Yes, that would be better, us being married. I mean the couple we are supposed to be. Oh, you know what I mean. We shouldn't encourage single people to procreate,' she said.

They both nervously laughed at the idea, though for different reasons.

'Just a light peck on the lips,' he said, and smiled at her.

She relaxed in his arms, so he felt she was ready for more.

'Open your mouth, a little, a little more. You can close your eyes if you prefer,' he said.

He pressed her lips with his, then ran his tongue delicately between her lips.

'Oh! That tingles,' she laughed, and wiped her mouth with the back of a hand.

'Try to concentrate on kissing, Sister Chastity. Relax, try to enjoy it, and discover the pleasure,' he reassured her.

Their lips met again, though now he pushed his tongue between her lips. A slight incursion rather than an invasion. She opened her mouth a little more, allowing his tongue to flicker around inside. Her breaths came in long heaving intakes. They were glued together for a considerable time. Her arms tightened upon him, pulling him close, then it seemed as though she were pulling him into her body.

Her tongue was entwined with his, while she explored his mouth. All went still when she pulled up the habit, and pressed her lower half against his. To check he was right, his hands went around her, to her bottom. Both hands cupped the large blue, old fashioned knickers she wore. He pulled her belly against his hardness, still kissing intently.

They came up for air after sometime. They were still tightly embracing each other. Sister Chastity rested her chin on his shoulder.

'That was more than I thought it would be, Fred,' she whispered.

He nodded his head, listening to her heavy breathing.

'If we kissed on the front porch, would it lead to other things. Those lovely things you taught me?' she dutifully asked.

'Not on a first date, Sister Chastity,' he informed her.

'What if the girl wanted to,' she asked.

'Some of the girls in town do. They were sluts, so they wanted to do it,' he recalled.

Sister Chastity added this piece of information to what she had already learned, and couldn't help thinking she might be a slut. Her body was crying out for him to do the wonderful things he'd done to her before. When he gave her an orgasm it felt as though her whole body was alive. He lifted her mind into another place. It sent her to another dimension, with glorious abandon lighting her way.

'Oh, I see,' she murmured.

'We could practice for this afternoon's lesson. Play at coming home after a first date. The guy must be gentle and guide his girl,' he enthused.

'Yes, that makes sense. You have guided me all along, Fred. I shall bow to your better knowledge, and do as you say,' she coyly spoke.

They stood kissing for some while, and when he opened the front of her habit, she was too carried away to stop him. The bandage like cloth wrapped around her chest defeated him.

Once she got her breathing under control, enough to speak, she asked him, 'What do you want to do next, Fred?'

'I was going to kiss your breasts, Sister Chastity,' he said.

There didn't seem much point other than being direct with her. She was bouncing with energy, and he recognised why. Right now she would agree to anything, and he wanted to see her breasts.

'Why is that, Fred, I don't see the point,' she asked.

'It's the third step on from kissing, Sister Chastity. It's safe to do, and helps the couple to get to know each other intimately. The man needs to learn to treat breasts gently, so it will be an important lesson in class,' he explained.

'I guess you need to show me, like everything else, Fred. Unwind me, Fred,' she said, while peeling the cloth from around her torso.

At last he unveiled her breasts. They had been hidden away, shapeless, while wrapped in a sort of bandage, rather than a bra. They were pert and full. Even though when first at the school, she had comforted him by burying his head in them, he was surprised to find they were so large.

'Are they alright?' she innocently asked.

'They are wonderful,' he murmured.

He watched his hands reach out to the magnificent orbs. They weren't huge but would attract attention if she wore a bra. His hands automatically cupped them, and weighed them. Sister Chastity watched him with a look of curiosity. He seemed happy with them, so she was satisfied they were normal and satisfactory. She let out a little cry when he pinched the n*****s.

'Sorry, Sister,' he mumbled.

He leant forward to suck a n****e, as though kissing it better.

'Ooo! That feels so nice,' she exclaimed.

For the rest of lunchtime he concentrated on her creamy white breasts, previously untouched by human lips. She had of course quickly washed them, but never played with them. She hadn't realised how sensitive they could be in someone else's hands, and never guessed they were centres of pleasure. The sensations were wonderful, though nothing compared to when he touched her down there.

'Fred, Fred, you had better stop now. It's very nice, but lunchtime is almost over. Help me to put this back on,' she said.

'How was that, Sister Chastity?' he asked.

'Very nice, Fred. Very nice indeed. I can see how kissing lips leads to kissing breasts, and how nice it feels. They are tingling wonderfully, and have started something happening down there,' she thoughtfully smiled.

'What do you mean, Sister Chastity,' he asked, knowing full well what she meant.

'You know, when you played with my bits down there, almost like that. When you kissed me, it left me feeling as though I wanted you to play with me,' she quietly mused.

'You said kissing my breasts was the third stage. What happened to the second?' she asked.

'We did the second stage, Sister Chastity. It's while kissing lips, the couple play with each other. Not so intimately, and without undressing,' he informed her.

'That's why we needed to go back a stage. What we've done is a lead up to playing, then procreation for the church, Sister Chastity,' he reminded her.

'Very good, I see what you mean now. Your demonstrations have helped me understand it, and what to teach in class. Thank you, Fred,' she smiled.