Carmel and Ginny

"Good," said Priestly, doing a complete 180 and smiling at Carmel. "Now we should practice beforehand, so you're ready--don't freak out now, dear~"

"B-but we're in a church!" She exclaimed. "A-and besides, I-I'm only 16!"

Yes, perfect, she'd never touch a sixteen year old. Why hadn't she thought of this earlier?

Priestly groped her left breast, smiling reassuringly. She gave it a gentle squeeze.

"This is about as far as I'll go, okay? Just a little squeezing--I'm sure you can handle it. Do it for God, and Mrs. Mason."

She jumped, shuddering afterwards. This was completely awkward. She couldn't help but wiggle away.

"I-I...don't think I can." She mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Come on, just try. We'll start slow." She wrapped her arms around Carmel's waist, pulling her close. She ran her hand over her backside, hiding a satisfied smile. This girl had such delightful curves, she could barely contain herself.

"Okay so far?" she asked gently.

She nodded, even though she wasn't. She was quite the opposite of okay.

"T-this is all, right...?" She mumbled hopefully.

"Great!" she exclaimed, patting Carmel's butt, "Let's move along." She kissed her cheek and then her neck, slowly sliding a hand up to her breasts.

She screeched, pushing her away finally.

"N-NO!" She shuddered, shaking her head frantically. "N-never mind, I-I can't do it!! I...no!"

She turned away, wishing her cheeks would stop burning such a bright red.

"But you were doing so great!" she insisted. "Come on, we have to be convincing for this demon, or Mrs. Mason will get hurt!"

She shook her head, insistent.

"No! No...I-I need a bath..." She mumbled.

"There'll be plenty of time for one this evening, when the demon is gone," she insisted. "Now kiss me."

She squeaked out of surprise at the request.

She turned to face Priestly, shaking her head. "No! I-I can't!"

She pulled Carmel into a deep, passionate open-mouthed kiss, licking her lips. She rubbed her fingers over Carmel's nipples through the fabric of her shirt.

She screeched, struggling to push her away, trying to move her hands. It wasn't fair how nice it felt! It was so wrong, it was obviously the temptation of sin! She struggled to get away harder when she thought of it like that.

Priestly grinned ever so slightly and pinched Carmel's nipple.

She squealed, escaping from her grasp and stumbling backwards.

"S-stop!"

She frowned, trying to look as business-like as possible. The last thing she wanted was for Carmel to realize her true intentions.

"Dear, what's wrong? You were doing so well! You mustn't falter like this in front of the demon, I beg of you."

"No! I can't do this, seriously!" She waved her hands frantically. "Never mind, I changed my mind for real this time!!"

"Then Mrs. Mason will get hurt, and it will be your fault," she said seriously. "Do you want that to happen?"

"At this point, yes! I don't care anymore!" She insisted angrily. "I don't believe you, you're just being creepy and gross, I'm going to go bathe!"

She frowned, adjusting her hair.

"Do you think I enjoy this, Carmel? I'm here making a sacrifice for the Lord and for Mrs. Mason, but you refuse to contribute."

"Of course you enjoy this, you jerk!" She insisted, without any real evidence. "O-otherwise...no! You do, you're just sick and I have to go bathe now!"

She raised an eyebrow.

"Why, Carmel? Do you enjoy this kind of thing? I am a nun--this kind of activity is torture for me, but I endure it for the Lord."

"W-well, I don't care, I can't do it!" She insisted. "I-I'll come with you, but that's it!"

She smiled.

"I suppose that may suffice--but you should probably touch my butt, just to sell it."