Two jerks
Sister Emilia caught Ihor jerking off in the girl’s bathroom. She had followed him and caught him in the act. I could just imagine him standing there -- of all the places, a girls bathroom! -- with his cock out, and furiously masturbating.
Ihor had finally told me this after I got it out of him. I turned red; just a month ago I had been caught in the boy’s room, also by Sister Emilia. What did that say about me?
But we both had to question what the nun’s motives had been from the start? Of course she was an authority figure, a nun in school, careful of what her underhanded boys might be up to, but when she saw what he was doing, pulling on his dick, why did she watch as he stooped down to rub his dick against the toilet bowl where little girls made their pee-pee? And only after he had cum and pressed his dick against the creamy murk only then did she bang on the door for him to open up?
“She was getting off too, I bet,” said Ihor, as we walked home up
I had to agree. “They watch us like they’re looking at a porno movie,” I said, “like they’re gonna get something.”
Ihor rubbed himself and turned red. “You ever think of doing it with a nun?” he asked.
I also reddened and dreamily said, “Sure, Sister Brigitte; I’d do her any time.”
Of course I was still a horny virgin and just going after girls and getting nothing in return, but Sister Brigitte was my dream, as I was sure she was the dream of all the other guys in school. She was the youngest nun in school and it may have been her first year or so that she had become a nun; I could just imagine her in a dress or tight pants that held her garter belt and nylons on a Saturday night and getting pawed and felt up by her date, which I imagined myself to be.
We had reached the block where we always parted and Ihor spat out, “Don’t jerk off too much….And don’t forget…Sister Brigitte….she’s mine!” he hissed and went off.
Asshole, I thought but I stopped, turned red and looking after him as he walked away mumbling to himself. That night, as I was jerking off and disrobing Sister Brigitte, I imagined Ihor was crawling in bed with us and doing the same. I was pissed and angry as hell that he was intruding into my fantasies.
Creep! I thought.
Good that Ihor got caught by Sister Emilia. Nothing to be proud of, but I was envious and prayed that it would be Sister Brigitte that would catch me…one day…
I came three times then fell asleep…dreaming holy dreams of Sister Brigitte....
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