Sister Catherine

Sister Catherine wasn’t quite the ‘full penguin’ yet. She was no longer a postulant, nor even a novice. She was in that no-woman’s land before she took her final vows. There’s no time limit for this. Some stay in this state for a decade or more apparently. Only when there is no longer any doubt, either from the nun concerned or the Abbess do they take their final vows.

But oh, she was beautiful. An angelic face, yet with a tinge of…oh I don’t know. Let’s say it was easy to imagine that face screwed up in orgasm! She spent a lot of time in the chapel, and if the light was just right, her pert little bum would also show hints of visible panty line….and sometimes, from the same position, not! Oh, how I fantasised about her being buck naked under that habit! I tried to use my highly sensitive nose to catch her feminine scent as she wanted past me. Now and then, I knew it was imagination and wishful thinking/ ah, but now and then I knew it wasn’t. 

She taught us part of the sex ed curriculum….the parts that would make the older nuns either faint, or screw their wizened faces up in abject disgust. Sister Catherine had been out there in the real world before feeling her vocation calling to her, and we, evil, dirty-minded little bitches that we were, had decided that she was no stranger to the penis herself….or maybe even the vagina too? 

She was the only nun who talked to us about our sexual feelings. She told us about our sex drives, how they manifested themselves (as if we didn’t know) and although forbidden directly from mentioning it, she hinted at how those sex drives might be relieved. “You might find riding your bike in tight fitting jeans makes you feel certain feelings.” And as close to the mark as she dared go, “Sometimes, you may awaken in the morning to find your hand between your legs.” Not for an instant did she even hint at this being one of the myriad ‘sexual sins’ the church promulgates. “You’re not responsible for what your minds and bodies do when you’re asleep…..or almost asleep.” Bless her! A license to wank from a member of the Holy Apostolic Catholic Church! Way to go Sister Catherine. 

Oh, but my schoolgirl fantasies over her were intense! Which you, dear readers, will need to imagine.

But right now, I fear I have to go relive a fine fantasy…

…or two. 

PS….it’s truly amazing how filthy our teenage fantasies were. Even though none of us had done any of the acts we envisaged, it seems our adolescent minds knew no bounds. Porn for some, yes even me before I got bored with it, provided much fuel for the fires already burning in our bellies. Me and my right circle of innermost friends would cook up and discuss the most depraved of acts of sex…and love sometimes too. Ah well…such is youth.