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out of his cock like a series of magmatic eruptions. His cum landed on my chest and my chin, I had no idea it was as warm as it was. Jake’s upper chest was bright red, his face displayed ultimate vulnerability, and his breathing labored into short bursts. I had made Jake cum and that carried a hefty satisfaction that I never anticipated feeling.
    As Steve continued to finger-bang me, his body began to spasm as well. His moans and groans grew louder as he was about to cum in Gloria’s mouth. Simultaneously, I was about to cum too. It was an incredible feeling, like a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I then noticed something out of the corner of my eye. I looked at the mirror in the bathroom and noticed a crucifix hanging in Chrissy’s parents’ bedroom wall. I immediately felt a horrific sense of guilt begin to consume and overtake the pleasurable feelings I was experiencing in the hot tub. I then moved Steve’s hand away from my pussy and got out of the tub. I didn’t say a word and began gathering my clothes.
    “What’s wrong?” Jake asked.
    Everyone stopped their fucking, sucking, and fingering and stared at me as I exited the bathroom. I put my clothes on as I walked down the stairs, I nearly tripped as I tried putting on one of my shoes. My buzz was starting to wear off and suddenly I began experiencing a headache. I left the house and walked home that morning. Unfortunately, that night was the last time I ever talked to Gloria, or Chrissy, Steve, Brandon, and Jake for that matter. I was horrified and wondered how I would ever be able to justify that night to God and to myself.

 
    Chapter Five
     
    Mother Superior, Janice Christensen, placed the white veil over my head. She gave me a warm smile, and her eyes shimmered with a twinkle of innocence. Her wrinkled cheeks hung slightly below her chin as this was her 500th time in 68 years of service that she was anointing a new sister to the Sister Order of St. Francis. I had just ended my postulancy, and was formally accepted to the order after completing 6 months of rigorous training.
    “Welcome, Sister Jess,” she said, in a jovial yet frail voice.
    The other nuns in the group clapped as they welcomed me into their convent. I felt relieved that I made it through the first few months and was glad to have such wonderful support along the way. It was a challenge making my transition from a world of unlimited temptations to a cordoned sanctuary of peace, service, and perpetual vows to the Lord.
    All the nuns in our group congratulated me by giving pats on my back and shaking my hand. Dinner had passed and it was time for bed. This was my first night at the convent and Sister Luz stayed behind. She wanted to show me to my room.
    “Sister, I am so happy for you,” said Sister Luz, who was in her early thirties and was the youngest nun in the convent after me. “Follow me, let me show you to your new room.”
    “Of course,” I said, with a smile.
    The convent was rather large. There were a total of nine nuns within its confines and all, luckily, had rooms to themselves. This resulted in optimal privacy for each one of us, which in the world of sisters, was the exception and not the rule.
    “It’s rather small, but at least its your own room,” she said.
    “Oh, it’s no bother.” I said with a smile. “My room at home was very small too.”
    Sister Luz opened the door to my room, which was located at the end of the hall right next to the small chapel in the convent. There was a single window, a small desk, and a twin sized bed. Next to the bed was a nightstand where a laptop rested.
    “We have laptops?” I asked Luz.
    “Yes, Father Wilson is very technologically advanced.”
    “Really?”
    “Well, he thinks that the internet is a powerful tool that can help us with the theological truths of Jesus through extensive research.”
    “But the internet is full of temptation and sin,” I said.
    Luz let out a demure chuckle and said, “Don’t