Sister Bernadette was born Marie Ann Riggs of Iowa, an everyday ordinary average looking girl, with dark brown shoulder length hair and green eyes. The only child of Joseph and Clara Riggs. Her parents were kind, hard working individuals that knew early on that Marie was not a happy child. She was quite, shy and keept to herself. When she turned 18 and announced to her parents that she would be joining a convent to take her vows, her parents were releaved that she had found her calling. They wished her well and let her go on her way.
Now named Sister Bernadette she found herself at St. Anthony’s, a small church with just herself and Father Gabriel inhabiting the grounds. Sister Bernadette was taken with Father Gabriel as soon as she laid eyes on him, a good looking man, clean-shaven, with short dark hair and even darker eyes, that just sucked her in. She was completely obedient to him, from the beginning.
Sister Bernadette sat straight up out of a deep sleep.
“What was that?” she strained to hear.
She got out of bed, sliding her bare feet into her slippers, grabbing her robe and slowly opened the door. The hallway was dimmly lit by a nightlight shaped like a cross. She could have sworn there was a noise from Father Gabriel’s room.
Sister Bernadette made her way down the hallway, the door to Father Gabriel’s room was open.
“It’s never open at night,” she said to herself.
She peered in, his bed was empty. She took the back stairs down to the kitchen. As she reached the last step the kitchen light came on, she froze and watched as Eric carried Father Gabriel with his hands and ankles bound with duct tape into the walk-in fridge.
She listened, as Grace threatened Father Gabriel. When he yelled out, she covered her mouth to muffle a cry. After Grace and Eric had left, she creept towards the walk-in.
She stood looking at Father Gabriel taped to the yellow school chair, drenched in his blood, slumped over. She wanted to scream, but her voice was caught in her throat and no sound emerged.
Sister Bernadette fell to her knees in the walk-in fridge, moving her hands in the sign of the cross and mumbling prayers to herself.
Then there was a voice, she stopped praying and listened. The voice spoke to her, telling her what she needed to do now.
“Look at what they have done,” It said.
“You have to put him to rest,” It told her.
She knew what had to be done, Sister Bernadette obeyed the voice in her head. She worked quickly gathering sheets, garbage bags and the wheelbarrow form the gardening shed.
She wrapped him in sheets, covered him with the garbage bags and put him into the wheelbarrow. She scrubbed the walk-in and the yellow school chair, putting it back in the stack downstairs next to the piano in the rec room.
Sister Bernadette then wheeled Father Gabriel’s body out to the garden, she dug a shallow grave between the corn stalks and the zucchini. She dumped him in, covered him up and said a prayer. She took two small pieces of wood along with a piece of twine that she had found in the gardening shed and fashioned a small cross to mark his grave.
She stood in the laundry room taking off her robe, nightgown and slippers. She put them into the washer, added soap and started the cycle. She wandered back upstairs to the bathroom naked.
Sister Bernadette let the hot water wash away the dirt and blood. As she washed she listened to the voice.
“You have to punish them,” It said.
She let out a deep sigh, she thought about Father Gabriel and how she already missed him.
Sister Bernadette dressed in street clothes, she took out of the lost and found and headed out to find Eric and Grace. She spent the day wandering around downtown, she stopped by the deli across from the downtown police station and had a turkey sandwich. While she was enjoying her lunch outside in the warm summer sun she happened to see Detective Eric Stone leaving the station with a co-worker.
“What a small world it is,” she said to herself.
She spent the next few days watching Eric and figuring out where and when she would confront him.
It was half past four on Saturday when there was a knock on Eric’s downtown apartment door.
He answered the door.
“Hello, may I help you,” Eric asked.
“I am Sister Bernadette, from St. Anthony’s. Can I talk to you?” she said.
Eric looked her over and realised that he did know her from Father Gabriel’s photos.
“Sure, come in,” he said holding the door open for her.
They entered Eric’s apartment and took a seat at the kitchen table.
“Would you like a water?” Eric asked. Sister Bernadette nodded Eric grabbed them each a bottle from the fridge.
“So what’s on your mind?” he asked.
“Where’s Grace?” she asked.
“She’ll be back soon,”
“You, know what Father Gabriel did to Grace, and to me?”
“Yes, I do,” Eric opened his water and took a drink.
The door to the apartment opened and as Grace entered the apartment, Sister Bernadette jumped out of her seat, pulled out the knife she was carrying and put it to Eric’s throat.
“Welcome home Grace,” she said.
Grace took all this in as she sat the bag of groceries down. Eric still sitting at the table, Sister Bernadette’s shaking hand pushing the blade slightly into Eric’s neck.
“Take a seat Grace,” she said.
Grace slowly sat down at the table watching Eric’s calm face. She took a deep breath.
“Sister Bernadette? That’s your name right?” Grace asked.
“Why, did you have to kill him, Grace why?” she cried out.
“Why, seriously, because he was manipulating people into preforming sexual acts without their consent,”
Sister Bernadette’s hand shook more, her face was red and she couldn’t keep the tears from falling. Grace watched her become confused and conflicted.
The voice was still there telling her to punish them for taking Father Gabriel.
Grace looked at Eric, as she moved to grab Sister Bernadette, Eric grabbed the knife. Grace held her in a tight hug. Taking her over to the couch and sitting down with her.
“What was your name before?” Grace asked.
Sister Bernadette looked at her slightly confused.
“Marie,” she answered. Grace smiled at her.
“That’s a nice name, do you want to be Marie again?”
“Yes, please call me Marie,” she answered starting to cry harder, Grace held her as she cried and apologize.
Eric pulled out a bottle of Jack and poured three glasses. He handed one to Grace, and sat on the couch next to Marie. He rubbed her back, she turned towards him, he handed her the drink.
“Thanks,” she downed the drink.
“I am so sorry,” she said giving Eric a hug. Eric hugged her back.
Eric poured them another round. Eric and Grace talked to Marie, asking about her family and why she chose to join the church.
Grace keept telling her that it was over, that she could do whatever she wanted to. She could stay here with them for a while till she decided what she wanted. Eric offered that she could talk to a counselor if she wanted.
“It’s ok that I stay with you,” she asked Grace.
Grace kissed her on the forehead and smiled at her.
“Yes, it’s fine,”
Marie stayed with Grace and Eric, she saw a counselor twice a week and was reclaiming herself. Pushing Sister Bernadette further and further away, as she became a new Marie.
It was around September when Marie asked Grace, if she could join her and Eric in bed. Grace was slightly surprised by this request, but open to it, they had all gotten comfort with each other over the last couple of months.
Grace ran this request by Eric, and he agreed.
Jane knocked on the door to the little, slightly rundown, house on B St. A few students she knew from working on campus were renting the house and had invited her over for a party.
Brian answered the door and invited Jane into the living room. There were a handful of people talking, drinking and hanging out.
In the background a Star Wars marathon was on the Syfy channel. Jane saw Tim over on the couch and made her way over to sit next to him.
John came over handed her a beer and took a seat next to her on the couch. Jane thanked him and sipped on the beer.
The three of them are sitting on the couch enjoying their drinks. Tim lights up a joint and politely offers it to Jane. She doesn’t partake, but does enjoy the contact high that is occurring because John and Tim are handing it back and forth behind her on the couch.
Brian comes around and hands Jane a second beer…
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This year is an excited year in book releases. There are 4 books that stick out from the rest. Mostly, for myself, is the release of Gwendy’s Button Box, written by Stephen King and Richard Chizmar. This will be released on 30th May 2017. If you want to grab yourself a copy, go over to cemeterydance.com for the U.S or PS Publishing for the U.K.
A little about the book:
The little town of Castle Rock, Maine has witnessed some strange events and unusual visitors over the years, but there is one story that has never been told… until now.
There are three ways up to Castle View from the town of Castle Rock: Route 117, Pleasant Road, and the Suicide Stairs. Every day in the summer of 1974 twelve-year-old Gwendy Peterson has taken the stairs, which are held by strong (if time-rusted) iron bolts and zig-zag up the cliffside.
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As I am sure we all have our own prom stories, this is mine. I was a Senior dating a Junior in High School, as so we attended his Junior prom. This Junior prom was being held in a elementary school gymnasium.
This being my first and only prom, I borrowed a dress from a friend. It was a nice dark green gown that came down to just above my knees, we danced and talked.
As the night progressed I noticed my friend not appearing to be having a good time. His girlfriend was off being a social butterfly and he just looked miserable sitting all alone. My date at the time was being preoccupied with other friends.
So I went over to my lonely looking friend, who I had a history of messing around with. I leaned over and whispered into his ear.
“Count to ten then follow me,” he smiled at me.
I left the gym and found an unlocked classroom down the hallway, he came walking down the hallway and I grabbed him by the arm and lead him into the open classroom.
I locked the door and left the lights off, I then walked over to the teacher’s desk, I removed my panties and took a seat on the edge of the teachers desk. I pulled up my dress and he walked over and stood in front of me.
We kissed and he dropped to his knees in front of me and started to lick and suck my pussy. I spread my legs further and leaned back, feeling his tongue slide into me making my pussy wet and wanting.
He tongued at my clit making me let out a moan of pleasure, I ran my hands through his hair pushing him deeper into me. My pussy was dripping from his tonguing and I wanted him to fuck me.
I pushed him back and he stood up and I undid his pants and took his hard cock into my hand and started stroking it. He moaned, leaned in and kissed me, I could taste my cum on his lips.
I pushed him back and he sat in the teachers desk chair, I got off the desk and dropped to my knees in front of him. I took his cock into my mouth licking and sucking. Letting it slide in and out of my mouth, I sucked harder and he moaned.
I stopped and stood up leaned into him and said “Please fuck me,”
He got up and turned me around, and put me on my stomach across the teachers desk. He moved my dress up and he slid two fingers into my wet pussy, moving them in and out and making me want to fuck him even more.
He withdrew his fingers and I felt his hard cock, push into my pussy, feeling him thrust into me deep and hard. He moved faster siding in an out of me, making me cum, I felt my body shudder when he came in me.
He moved away from me and I turned to face him.
“Feel better,” I asked. He moved into me and kissed me hard and deep. I let out a sigh.
“Yes,” he said.
We ventured out to an old junkyard out away from town to take some photos, my boyfriend considers himself an armature photographer and I his muse.
I have a cute little body, short but firm, slightly muscular but still have my curves. I also will do anything he asks of me. So today we are out at this junkyard, there is an old yellow ford pickup truck that he says is perfect for a shoot.
So we take a few pictures, me standing next to the driver side door bare chested, so that the side mirror is reflecting my breasts in the photo.
Me with my little blue jean cut off shorts pulled slightly down to showcase my little round ass.
Then me all out naked laying on the hood of the truck. It is at this point my boyfriend puts down the camera and comes over to me.
He pulls me to the edge of the hood and spreads my legs, he sucks and licks and enjoys my shaved, wet, tight pussy.
Feeling his tongue plunge deep into my pussy making me cum, I want to feel his hard cock in me. He stepped back and removed his pants, he then mounted the hood of the truck.
He turned me over so that I was on my hands and knees and he slid his hard cock into my wet, pussy. I pushed back against him thrusting him deeper into me, feeling him fuck me and making me cum.
He thrust faster and deeper into me making me yell out in pleasure.
I moved over to face him, we kiss, I sucked on his tongue as he caressed my breasts.
I then leaned down and take his cock into my mouth enjoying the taste and suck, till he moans and cums in my mouth. Enjoying the sensation of his cum hitting the back of my throat and swallowing it down.
That one time
He stood in front me, he leaned in and kissed me, deeply. I sucked on his tongue he let out a sigh.
He unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them and hooked his thumbs into my jeans and panties and slid them down to my ankles. I took off my shirt and bra, dropping them to the floor.
I stepped out of my jeans and panties and sat on the edge of the bed. He kneeled before me and ran his hands along the inside of my thighs moving my legs apart. He gently pushed me back on to the bed and moved himself in between my spread legs.
He gently kissed my pussy, before starting to lick and suck at my clit, feeling his tongue slide in and out of my pussy, making me moan with pleasure. As he licked and sucked at my pussy, I ran my hands through his hair pushing him in deeper.
He was making my pussy so wet and wanting to feel him in me. My breath quickens as his tongue flicked at my clit making me cum. He moved up me kissing my stomach and rubbing my breasts, he pinched my hard nipples making me yell out in pleasure.
As he sucked on my rock hard nipples I slid my hand down to my wet pussy, rubbing at my clit. He moved his hand down to join me and slid his fingers into my pussy making me cum again.
He kissed me and I could taste my cum on his lips. I wanted him, wanted to feel him deep in me, fucking me. Enjoying me making me cum all over his cock. He moved away from me and undressed.
He then lowered himself on to me and slid his hard cock into my wet pussy. Feeling him fill me, his hard cock thrusting deep into me, I let out a yell of passion, it felt so good, so hard and deep. Fucking me harder and faster feeling him slid in and out me making me want to cum.
He stopped and rolled over on to his back I sat up and moved towards him, leaning in and kissing him. I leaned over him and took his erect cock into my mouth and sucked.
I let his cock slid in and out of my mouth feeling it, tasting it, sucking, licking and enjoying it. I straddled his hips and slid his cock into my pussy, slowly moving back and forth letting his cock slide in and out of me. I sat up and ran my hands through my hair, I leaned back and thrust-ed my hips into him.
He let out a moan of pleasure. He reached up and grabbed my breasts, squeezing and rubbing them. I started moving faster and faster fucking him harder and harder. He pulled me down to him and I felt him cum deep in me. He kissed me and we laid there in silence.
Standing at the foot of the bed, naked, you stand behind me and brush my hair to the side and gently kiss the back of my neck. Your arms slide around me and you rub my breasts with your hand.
Lightly pinching my nipple. I can feel your body pushing against mine and holding me close to you. I lay on my back in the center of the bed, and run my hand down to my pussy, I let my fingers slide into my pussy, rubbing my clit making me moan.
You stand there at the foot of the bed and watch me finger myself making my pussy wet. You rub you hard cock, sliding your hand up and down the shaft, wanting to be inside me to feel my tight, wet pussy around your hard cock.
You spread my legs and lower yourself to my pussy. You slowly kiss and lick at my pussy, feeling your tongue slide into me. You lick and suck at my clit, making me so wet and wanting to cum.
I feel your tongue plunge deeper into my pussy and you make my body shudder and cum. You move up my body kissing and rubbing, sucking on my erect, hard nipples.
You run your hand down my body and slip your fingers into my pussy. Feeling your fingers slide deep into me, feeling how wet you make me.
Making me moan and move with your fingers pushing deep into my pussy. You kiss me and I can taste my cum on your lips. I slide my tongue into your mouth and kiss you deeply.
You lay on your back and I move down to your erect, hard cock, I run my hand down the shaft and I slide your cock into my mouth, sucking lightly at first and then I let it slide deeper into my mouth and I suck hard, feeling your cock slide in an out of my mouth.
Making you moan, making you want to cum feeling me suck your cock. I straddle your hips and slide your hard cock into my wet pussy, slowly moving back and forth, sliding your cock deep and then sliding it almost all the way out, just to let you push back in, harder and deeper.
Thrusting my hips against you, feeling you in me, fucking me, making me wet and wanting to cum all over your cock. Wanting to fill you cum deep in me.
You move me off of you and I lay on my stomach, you move in behind me and pull me up to my knees, you slide your cock into me and thrust hard, fucking me fast and hard, making me scream out in pleasure.
We lay there just listening to each-other breath, your hand on my breast rubbing my nipple, moving into me and kissing me, letting me suck on your tongue, you move down and suck on my nipple.
Rubbing my breasts and sucking on my hard, erect nipple. Laying there just breathing, feeling and enjoying the moment.
I Won’t Tell
I had a conversation with an slightly older guy who was married and attending college, I walked up to married student housing with him one afternoon so he could grab lunch from home.
I was asking him what was wrong with me that I couldn’t maintain a relationship at that point with anyone. He told me as we were standing in his apartment making ham and cheese sandwiches, that it wasn’t me and if he wasn’t married he would definitely take advantage.
After having this heart to heart discussion he came over to me and put his hands on my shoulders and leaned in and kissed me sweetly. He then whispered in my ear, believe me it’s taking a lot restraint to not bend you over this couch and enjoy every inch of you. I was flattered.
I grabbed his wrist and looked him in the eye, “I won’t tell,” I leaned into him and kissed him.
He slid his tongue into my mouth and kissed me, deep and hard. He unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down along with my panties to the floor. He went to his knees and started to lick and suck my pussy.
I let out a moan of pleasure feeling his tongue slide into my pussy and suck on my clit. I ran my hands through his hair and pushed him deeper into me.
My body shuddered as I came. He stood up and kissed me I could taste my cum on his lips.
He undressed and I removed the rest of my clothes, he bent me over the back of the couch and slid his fingers in and out of my wet pussy making me cum again. We moved to the front of the couch and he sat down.
I dropped to my knees and took his erect cock into my mouth, letting it slide in and out of my mouth. Sucking, licking and rubbing my hand long his shaft. He moaned and moved me up to him.
I straddled his hip and slid his hard cock into my wet pussy. He rubbed my breasts and pinched my hard nipples, then he sucked on my nipple as I fucked him.
Thrusting him deep into me, he came and we sat there, just breathing, kissing and holding each other.
Not A Word
They entered the small apartment, he closed the door behind them, and flipped the deadbolt. He faced her, she was pretty with her dark red hair that fell just past her shoulders, her ample chest being highlighted by her low cut black top and those jeans, nice tight accenting her ass.
He moved towards her and she put her arms around his neck and he kissed her, gently at first, then parting her lips with his tongue and sliding into her mouth. She let out a moan and he ran his hands down to her ass and squeezed.
She pushed up into him and ran her hand down to his crotch and rubbed at his erect cock. He let out a moan. She dropped to her knees, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his boxers along with his jeans.
He stepped out of them and she took his hard cock and ran her hand up and down his shaft. She slowly started licking and sucking on the tip of his cock. Then slid it into her mouth and sucked letting him slide in and out of her mouth.
He ran his hands through her hair and keep fucking her mouth. She could taste his cum as it hit the back of her throat and she swallowed.
She stood up and removed her shirt and jeans. He then caressed her breasts and reached around and undid her bra, letting it drop to the floor. He led her to the bedroom and she laid on the bed, he removed her pink lace panties and tossed them on the floor.
He slowly moved up her body running his hands up her legs and kissing the inside of her thighs. He gently spreed her legs apart and started kissing and licking her pussy.
She arched her back and ran her hands through his hair. He slid his tongue into her warm, wet pussy, licking at her clit and making her cum.
He slid two fingers into her wet pussy pushing them deep into her and making her moan loudly. He moved up to her breasts and sucked on her erect nipple as he fingered her harder and faster, He bit down on her nipple and she yelled out, he moved up and kissed her deeply. She could taste her cum on his lips.
He tuned her over on to her stomach and she got up on her hands and knees. He slid his cock into her wet pussy, thrusting his cock into her deep, hard and fast. She pushed back against him feeling him go deeper into her. He could feel her pussy tighten as she came on his cock. He came deep in her and they collapsed onto the bed.
We entered the hotel room, my heart racing, butterflies in my stomach. I knew what I was doing but it still seemed surreal.
We had, had a sexual relationship way back during my first year of college. There was a serious sexual attraction between us that we openly acted upon.
Now so many years later I am in a hotel room with him ready to act on this attraction once again.
He is also married which make this all the more strange of a thing to be doing.
He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, I pull a chair from the table and sits in front of him.
“You know how crazy this all is, don’t you?” I asks.
“Yes I do, but we’re here, we have come this far,” he says. I take his hand and take a deep breath.
“It was so long ago and we never even kissed,”
Our relationship was one of two people in a place in their lives that they just needed each other physically.
The no kissing was one of those rules that you give yourself as a young adult so as to not have an emotional attachment to someone. One of those thing that you figure out much later in life that was complete bull shit.
“No time like the present,” he leans into me.
Our lips meet, I feel his tongue slide into my mouth. I lightly suck on his tongue and then slips my tongue into his mouth, he lets out a moan.
“Not bad, guess it was worth waiting for,” I smile at him.
I think once more about how this is crossing a line, I stand up, put the chair back, I kick off my shoes and starts to undress.
“So are we going to do this?” I ask. He gets up and moves towards me, he kisses me deeply.
We shead our clothes and lay on the bed. He runs his hand along my thigh pausing at my pussy then gently runs his fingers across my pussy, sliding his fingers into me. I arch my back and lets out a moan. He leans down and sucks on my nipple as he pushes his fingers into me making me moan.
I push him back and move down to take his erect cock into my mouth, sucking lightly at first and then harder. Running my hand up and down his cock making him moan. I straddle his hips and slowly slide his cock into my wet, tight pussy.
I sit up and thrust my hips against him, I lean back and he reaches up and grabs my breasts, squeezing and pinching my hard nipples. I move quicker letting his cock slide almost all the way out of my pussy and then plunging it back into me.
He grabs me by the hips and rolls me off of him, so that I am now on my back. He slowly moves down my body, kissing my neck and breasts. He spreads my legs, sliding his tongue into me sucking and licking at my clit making me want to cum.
I shudder from the intensity of feeling his tongue in me, licking, sucking, making me cum.
He moves up to kiss me, I can taste my cum on his lips, he slides his cock into me and thrusts deeply. I arch my back and push into him. He thrusts faster into me, kissing me as he cums.
We lay there on the bed letting what had occurred sink in, he moves over and just holds me, feeling me breath next to him. Like any affair it just ends, we shower and walk away. Back to living our lives just as before.