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Gee had begrudgingly accepted her brother's invite to go out with him and his friends to a bar. Of course this was stupid, she's a priestess. There's nothing she can do at a bar. He agreed to keep them all close, just a regular talking hangout. So she agreed. Even though she was out, she still had to dress modestly. Every time she was around, his friends, especially Frank, went crazy with questions. "So if you're a priest-" "Priestess." She quickly corrected. "-Can you even masturbate?" Mikey was quick to elbow him. But Gee assured him it was alright. "I mean, I suppose that'd make sense. But the bible doesn't go against it directly." She explained, before quickly getting rudely interrupted. "But do you do it?" Ray questioned. Mikey looked at him with a look that says 'You too?' "I don't anymore. I haven't in a while. It did take a while to stop once I joined the priesthood." She answered earnestly. She figured they were never gonna stop if they didn't get the answers.
They had somehow gotten to the topic of holy water, in which Frank asked, "So can priests-" "And priestesses." "-Bless anything?" "Yeah, pretty much." She replied simply. "No way! So you could bless like, semen or squirt or some shit!" He joked. "I mean, in theory, sure." "So you have holy squirt?" Gee had nearly reached her limit for the night by that point, and Mikey had noticed, shutting down the question.
It was time for Gee to get going. She was tired and sweaty and overall just needed a shower. Once she got home she picked out her pajamas. Those pajamas were just a band tee and underwear. No need to be modest in bed alone, right? She'd probably been bending the rules of this whole church thing too much. Whatever. She grabbed her towel and waltzed to the bathroom. She set her clothes and towel on a neat pile by the sink and stripped of her full length skirt and long-sleeve.
Once she was in the shower, she soaked it in. Showers were her safe place. She massaged the soap into her hair mindlessly and detached the shower head, rinsing the soap out gently. She eased the shower head down tentatively. She watched the stream of water descend down her body, past the strip of coarse hair, and straight to her most sensitive area. She gasped and pulled the shower head away as if it had stung her. She can’t give in to temptation, plus she did that without even thinking? It just happened, surely it can’t count. Especially since she stopped it before it go too far. Still, she felt horrible.
She sauntered to her room, kneeling before her bed to pray the rosary before sleep. That burning pit in her stomach, the thought that she did something wrong. She knows she didn’t, that wasn’t enough to satisfy her flesh. Still, she repented relentlessly, tears welling in her eyes. Every time she got close to even betraying her beliefs, she near broke down. She sniffled and wiped her tears away once she was done and tucked herself into bed.
A beat.
Just waiting.
Waiting to fall asleep.
Waiting for her brain to shut off.
But she couldn't fall asleep. Her mind was swirling with thoughts. Thoughts about Frank, about whether or not her repentance was enough, about the box in the back of her closet. She’s not supposed to think about that anymore, it’s tucked back there for a reason.. ‘Then why didn’t you just get rid of it? You knew you’d need it eventually. You knew you’d give in. That you’re unfit for this.’
"Fuck it." She grumbled and got out of bed. She opened her closet and dug deep in it for a box. The box contained items that lead her toward temptation over and over again. Hiding the shit was essential, but she needs it now. God'll forgive her. She’s just doing this to spite that voice in her head. She found and quickly snatched her old vibrator. She checked to make sure there were still batteries in, but in case they were dead she switched them anyways.
She got back under her covers and slid off her underwear. She stuck two fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue and spit around it. She hummed around her fingers before pulling them out. She rubbed gentle circles around her clit. It had been so long, she was letting out erratic breaths left and right. She turned her head and saw her bible, her cross, her rosary, all her religious accessories. She groaned, screw her for having ethics. She shoved her possessions into her drawer and went straight back to it. Her pace around her clit quickened. She felt herself growing wetter and more aroused. Fuck, it was time for the real pleasure.
She switched her vibrator wand on to a medium setting to start and rubbed it on her clitoris. She let out a sharp exhale and arched her hips up into the wand. "F-fuck..." She whimpered breathily. God, she felt like such a slut. That was how she liked it. Using her free hand, she sucked on the middle and ring finger, getting them wet. She pushed them inside of her, moaning slightly at the feeling. If she didn't before, now she looks like a major slut. Her knees were up, legs spread wide as she sat against her pillow. Her fingers were pumping and curling at rapid rhythmic place. By now, her vibrator was switched to the max. She loved the muddy overstimulating feeling as her brain turned into fog. She squeaked as she lifted the wand and spurted on her clean sheets. She wasn't done, of course. She continued to ride her vibrator and fingers as she came hard. She could feel more squirt stream out of her as her eyes rolled back. She was getting loud, and had nothing to cover her mouth. She rotated her head and bit the pillow to stifle her needy pathetic moans. She continued to overstim herself with the vibrator, but her fingers were out of the question as her body felt like ooze. Her clit was throbbing, practically numb and silently begging for a break. But she felt another orgasm incoming. She squeaked as her body tensed, her legs quivering, knees buckling. She shut off the vibrator and panted. She put the vibrator on her nightstand and pulled her panties up carefully.
She had to be cautious standing since her legs still felt like jelly. The least she could do until the morning is throw a towel on the sheets and sleep on tthe other side. And lazily, that's exactly what she did. She grabbed the vibrator and buried it back deep in her closet. She knelt in front of her bed again, to repent.
"Holy spirit, help me be quick to repent and run to the throne of grace..."
At least now she had an answer to Frank's question about holy squirt.