Shane and Carmen: The Novelization Ch. 17

Over the next few weeks Sister Rosario and Carmen worked on setting up the next dance, but they had laid such good groundwork the workload was much lighter than the initial start-up. Even so, Carmen spent all her free time at the church and the parish hall. The more she and Sister Rosario worked with each other, the more they liked and admired each other. No, that wasn't quite right: They adored each other. That was the only word for it. Carmen realized that she had a crush on Sister Rosario, but understood it to be a teacher crush, like many schoolgirls had. Carmen herself had once had a crush on her eighth grade math teacher, and knew what such a crush felt like. Even so, she asked herself more than once if her attraction to Sister Rosario might have had a sexual basis, but thought the answer was probably no. Carmen simply couldn't imagine what Sister Rosario looked like naked; she'd only ever seen her in her long nun's habit and the wimple that covered everything but her face. Yes, no question her face was beautiful, paler than Carmen, but still Latina. Sister Rosario had once told Carmen she was born and raised in Miami, and her parents had come from Cuba. Carmen assumed Sister Rosario had dark hair, but she really didn't know. Sister Rosario seemed to have a trim figure; at least, it was possible to tell she wasn't overweight. But it was even difficult to tell if she had large breasts or not. There was a mild bulge in her habit where breasts would be, but it was simply too hard to get a decent approximation. Carmen had lain in bed one night trying to masturbate thinking of Sister Rosario, but simply couldn't do it. The sexual image just wouldn't materialize because there was too much church in the way. She finally switched to thinking about going down on tall, lean, delicious Lucia, and brought herself off in a few minutes.

One afternoon Carmen came home from her college classes in the early afternoon, changed into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, and went to the parish hall. She looked for Sister Rosario, but couldn't find her anywhere. She wandered around the hall for a bit, and then finally wandered through the empty kitchen and out the back door that led to the alley behind the building. There was a small landing and a flight of five steps that led down to the alley. To the right was a small loading dock, and to the left were a pair of large trash dumpsters. On the other side of the alley were the backs of a series of shops and stores. Carmen knew the alley well; kids often used it as a shortcut on their way home from places around the neighborhood. Carmen and Lucia had used it many times, day and night. Carmen looked around and sat down on the steps, and thought about the nights in the alley.

She missed Lucia, it was that simple. She missed the intimacy, she missed the sex. She missed the loving. She missed the thrill of their forbidden, secret relationship, the danger. She missed kissing Lucia, her wet mouth, and being kissed by those lips. She missed Lucia's hands on her breasts, her fingers stroking her thighs. She missed the things Lucia had taught her to do. God, how she missed them.

"Hey, why so blue?" a voice asked. It was Sister Rosario, coming out the back door. "They told me you were looking for me, and I've been looking all over for you."

"I was just sitting here, just hanging out, I guess," Carmen said.

"Well, I'll hang out with you," Sister Rosario said, coming to sit on the steps next to her. "Anything wrong? You look sad."

Carmen shrugged. "No, I'm fine. I was just thinking about Lucia, that's all."

"Have you heard anything since she and Pablo ran away?"

"No, nothing."

Sister Rosario leaned forward and looked down the alley both ways. "Shh. Don't tell anybody," she whispered to Carmen. She reached into a pocket in her habit and brought out a pack of cigarettes. She took one and lit it, blowing out the smoke. "I'd offer you one, but I know you don't smoke."

"How do you know that? I might, you know."

Sister Rosario laughed. "No, I don't think so, not our Carmen, our parish angel."

"Puh-leeze," Carmen said. "Sometimes I get tired of that 'Carmen is so perfect, Carmen is such a goody-two-shoes' bullshit."

Sister Rosario ignored the profanity, knowing Carmen was trying too hard to sound bad-ass. She smiled. "It can be hard trying to be perfect. Believe me, I know. It's in my job description."

"Oh, yeah," Carmen said. "Yes, I guess nuns do know."

"Yes," Sister Rosario said, "but we all have our secrets and our vices. Even nuns. Even our perfect angel Carmen."

Carmen looked at her.

"Shall I tell you a story?" Sister Rosario asked, seeming to change the subject entirely. "One night I saw someone, a teenager who looked like Lucia. It was right here in this alley. It was a dark night, though, and I couldn't be sure."

Carmen sat transfixed.

"You probably know we nuns share rooms in the convent hall. My roommate is Sister Honoria, you know her."

Carmen nodded slowly. Sister Honoria was about sixty years old, and led the choir.

"Sister Honoria has been a nun a long time," Sister Rosario said, "and she is very, very devout. She's also a light sleeper. So one night back in June, a few weeks after you graduated, I couldn't sleep, and I wanted a cigarette. But I couldn't very well turn on the light and read a book, or anything. So I did what I often do, I got my cigarettes and snuck out of the convent and came over here to the parish hall, and went down to our basement office and did a little work for a while. And then when I couldn't stand it any longer, I came upstairs and back here to have my secret, forbidden cigarette. So I was sitting out here in my nightshirt, barefoot, even, enjoying the night air and looking up at the stars. I finished my cigarette and was just sitting here quietly. It was such a lovely, quiet night."

Carmen couldn't tear her eyes away from Sister Rosario's face.

"And then, in the quiet of the night, I heard people coming down the alley. I could hear them talking and laughing. They were coming home from somewhere and taking the shortcut. I could tell it was two girls, two young women. It was dark, of course, but there was a light on over the back door of the mercado over there." She pointed to the rear of a local market and convenience store down the block a short way. "I could see them briefly, as they passed through the circle of light, but they were far enough away I couldn't see who they were. But there was a taller girl who looked kind of like Lucia, or maybe not, I don't know. I couldn't see who the other girl was, the shorter girl. And I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could tell whatever it was, they were happy. And then you know what happened?"

Carmen couldn't respond. She sat paralyzed.

"They two girls stopped walking, right over there." Sister Rosario pointed to a spot in the alley over by the far end of the dumpsters. "They stopped, and they had their arms around each other. And then they started kissing. They were very ... ardent. They looked like they had done this before. And then they went over between those two dumpsters, almost back to the wall over there." She pointed to a spot behind the dumpsters that could be seen only by someone sitting on the steps where they were, but not by anyone walking down the alley itself.

"They thought they'd found a private place," Sister Rosario said. "They were kissing madly, very passionately. As I say, it was dark, but with a little bit of light from the mercado I could see them in silhouette. And I'd been sitting here for quite a while, so my eyes were adjusted to the dark. So anyway, these two girls were kissing and running their hands all over each other, caressing. The taller girl leaned back against the wall of the parish hall, with the other girl in front of her."

"The taller girl seemed to be pulling her blouse out of her pants, and then unbuttoning her shirt, and the other girl helped. And then the taller girl pushed down her brassiere. She cupped her breasts in her own hands, and offered them to the shorter girl. I couldn't see very well at all, but the smaller girl lowered her head and might have been kissing and licking the breasts the taller girl offered her. All I could see was her head against the taller girl's chest. The shorter girl nursed on those breasts for a few minutes, and I could hear them moaning and sighing."

"And then they got even more passionate," Sister Rosario said. "The taller girl said something, and gently pushed the shorter girl down to her knees in front of her. The shorter girl knelt there and undid the taller girl's belt, and unzipped her jeans and pulled them down to her knees. As I say, all I could see were their silhouettes. The tall girl put her hand on the back of the shorter girl's head, and brought the girl's face toward her vagina. And the shorter girl didn't seem to mind this at all; she didn't object, or try to fight it. I suspect that the tall girl wasn't wearing any panties. I sat here perfectly quiet, and watched while the shorter girl performed cunnilingus on the tall girl. Carmen, do you know what the word cunnilingus means?"

Carmen slowly shook her head no.

"It means oral sex on a woman," Sister Rosario said. "It comes from the Latin. Cunnus means vulva, and lingere means to lick. Lingere is where we get the word 'lingual' from, referring to the tongue. And from that we get linguist, one who speaks languages. Isn't that funny? Speaking a foreign language has the same root word as licking a woman's pussy and clitoris. I know you must know what a clitoris is, my dear, but do you know where the word comes from?"

Carmen could barely whisper, "No."

"It doesn't come from Latin, but from ancient Greek, kleitoris, and it quite literally means 'the man with the key' or 'the gatekeeper.' Isn't that the strangest thing you ever heard? 'The man with the key.' Well, of course it had to be a man who made up that word. Why couldn't it be 'woman with the key'? Or 'the key to a woman'? I think 'gatekeeper' makes a little more sense, since the clitoris sits at the top of the vulva, guarding the entrance."

"Anyway, back to my story. The girl who was kneeling seemed to be performing oral sex on the standing girl. I'm sure you know it as 'giving head,' 'going down,' and 'eating pussy,' terms like that. Well, the tall girl seemed to be enjoying it quite a lot, and the kneeling girl was very good, because the other girl was moaning and whimpering and thrusting her hips out with her back against the wall. I thought the standing girl was about to experience an orgasm, but just then the kneeling girl pulled her head away. The standing girl cried out, but the kneeling girl just pulled the other girl's jeans all the way down and made her step out of them. Then she made the taller girl turn around and face the wall with her arms braced against it, with her bottom stuck out. And then the kneeling girl put her face back into the other girl's vagina from behind. I suspect she was licking and sucking on her vagina, and then the angle changed a little, and I think she started performing anilingus. Do you know that word, Carmen?"

Carmen had flushed deep red. Her heart was pounding, and she was scared to death.

"No? The 'ani' part comes from anus, which is the same word in Latin and English. It's where we get the word 'anal.' And then we have 'lingus' again, licking. Anyway, the shorter girl performed anilingus and cunnilingus on the tall girl until she had her orgasm. And it must have been a very good one, because she was thrashing and moaning and squealing, trying to be quiet and not wake up the neighborhood. Finally the shorter girl stopped as the taller girl almost collapsed. They both sat there on the ground, holding each other until the tall girl recovered. Then she made the short girl stand up, remove her pants and then straddle her face. The short girl braced her hands against the wall and placed her vagina over the other girl's mouth, and the other girl returned the pleasure of cunnilingus. The shorter girl must have been very aroused, because she came very quickly, thrusting her vagina onto the taller girl's mouth. She, too, moaned and squealed, and cried out during her orgasm."

Carmen sat, scared and mortified, and wouldn't look at Sister Rosario. Tears ran down each cheek. Sister Rosario put her hand out and touched Carmen's face, turning her to look at her. Sister Rosario leaned forward and kissed the tears. "Don't be embarrassed," Sister Rosario whispered. "It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I was so envious, of both of you."

Carmen looked at Sister Rosario's smiling face, astonished.

Sister Rosario stood up, and took Carmen by the hand, pulling her up, too. "Come with me," she said. "I have something to show you." She led Carmen through the back door, through the kitchen and down the stairwell to the basement and to their small office headquarters. Inside the small room Sister Rosario stood by her desk while Carmen stood in front of her meekly. "Please, close the door and lock it," Sister Rosario said. Carmen turned and closed the office door, and turned the latch to lock it. Her hands were shaking, her legs trembling. When she turned around, she gasped.

Sister Rosario had removed her wimple, and stood bareheaded, shaking her head and running her hands through her hair. Her black hair was close-cropped, almost like the actress Jean Seberg as Joan of Arc, and it framed her face beautifully. In fact, Sister Rosario was gorgeous. Her face was beautiful anyway, but now that Carmen could see all of her face and head it took her breath away. Sister Rosario smiled faintly. "Please, come here," she said softly. Carmen went to her and was received into her arms as Sister Rosario kissed her on the mouth, a deep, long, hungry kiss that left Carmen weak and panting. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that," Sister Rosario whispered into Carmen's ear, nuzzling her earlobe, licking it, sticking her tongue in Carmen's ear, tugging on the earlobe, putting a row of gentle kisses along Carmen's neck.

"I know how much you must miss Lucia," she whispered. "You were lovers, weren't you?"

Carmen nodded, tears running down her face.

"Have you made love to anyone since Lucia left?"

Carmen shook her head.

"No, I wouldn't think so," Sister Rosario murmured. "Was she your first?"

Carmen nodded.

"So then she was the only lover you've ever had."

Carmen was crying quietly. Sister Rosario comforted her and rocked her in her arms. "Poor thing. You loved Lucia, and she loved you, but she was bisexual and also loved Pablo, too, didn't she? That must have been very hard for you, to share a lover like that. And I bet you've never had sex with a boy, have you?"

Carmen shook her head.

"No, of course not. And I bet you never will, either."

Sister Rosario released Carmen and stepped back. She reached down for the bottom of her habit and pulled it up, pulling it over head, folding it carefully and putting it on top of a filing cabinet. She stood in a plain, formless slip, almost sheer. Carmen could see for the first time the general size and shape of Sister Rosario's breasts, not quite as big as her own, high on her chest, with brown aureoles the size of half dollars. Sister Rosario had hard eraser-sized nubbins, which were erect and poking out the front of the slip. Sister Rosario reached across with her right hand and lowered the left strap down her shoulder, and her left breast came free. She cupped it with her left hand, holding it out.

"Come," she said, "I know how you must want this."

Carmen stepped forward, lowered her face as Sister Rosario put her right hand behind her head, pulling her to her breast.

"Ah, that feels so good. Kiss it, my love. Suck it, nurse it."

Carmen sucked the hot brown nipple into her mouth, running her tongue over it, loving the feel of the small bumps, the tiny wrinkles, and the stiff, erect cylinder at its center. It tasted wonderful, clean, smelt faintly of a soap. Carmen licked it, sucked it, bit the nub with her teeth gently, then kissed the surrounding flesh as Sister Rosario held it out for her, a love offering.

"I saw Lucia push you to your knees in front of her," Sister Rosario said. "Kneel for me, my darling."

Carmen sank to her knees, mesmerized, as Sister Rosario pulled her slip up over her head and sat down in her office chair by her desk. Sister Rosario wore only a pair of plain black stockings that came to the middle of her thighs. She wore no underwear. Her pubic hair was black and luxurious, trimmed slightly, but much thicker than Carmen's own well-trimmed bush. She spread her legs wide.

"Come," she said to Carmen. "Come and have what you've been missing for so long."

She slid forward on the office chair's rollers, coming up to Carmen and catching her between her knees. Carmen bent forward, laying her cheek on Sister Rosario's thigh above the stocking top. The skin was warm and smooth, like velvet. She inhaled deeply, smelling Sister Rosario's arousal. She kissed the thigh, feeling the flex of the muscle under the skin.

"Mmmmmmm," Sister Rosario groaned. "I want you to lick my vagina, just like you licked Lucia's. Only don't call it a vagina. That's such a formal, stilted word. You know what word I like, Carmen? Twat. I want you to lick and kiss and suck and make love to my twat. My pussy. Would you do that for me?" But Carmen, with her usual enthusiasm and cooperation, had already begun, licking the brown, engorged labia surrounding the wet hole at the center. Carmen rubbed her nose in Sister Rosario's thick cunt hair, nuzzled the clitoris but refrained from licking it too soon, as Lucia had trained her to do, lapped at Sister Rosario's juices as they flowed from her hot, hungry twat.

"That's it, dear," Sister Rosario crooned, "Lick my twat. Drink it. My twat loves what you're doing, you do it so well. My twat. 'Twat' sounds almost French, don't you think? Twa. Like toi, you. Toi lick my twa. Suck my twa. Carmen, please tongue-fuck my twat, lingere my cunny with your sweet lingus, dear, that's it, that's the way. Oh, my precious, you are so good! Oh!" Sister Rosario threw her head back, savoring Carmen's tongue as it licked and probed the depths of the womanly cunt before her face.

Carmen drank her juices, licked, swallowed, lapped. At first she couldn't believe what she was doing, going down on a nun, performing this, her favorite act, on one of the very last women on earth she ever expected to do this to. She knew it should have felt so wrong, so sinful, so forbidden, but it didn't. It felt like the best thing on earth, the thing she wanted more than anything else. Perhaps even more than she had desired Lucia's pussy, she now desired this one. Thoughts of sin, of the forbidden, of the wrong, faded from her mind as she thrust her lingus deeper and deeper into Sister Rosario's hot, furry cunnus.

Sister Rosario looked down at the wonderful sight of Carmen's lovely face buried so deeply in her pussy. This young girl was so good, so talented. She knew how to do everything, there was nothing Sister Rosario could teach her about eating twat.

"Oh, Car!" Sister Rosario panted, "Oh! Don't stop ... I'm so close, don't, oh, Lord, ah ... ah ... ah ... " and Sister Rosario came, releasing a gush of her fluid into Carmen's mouth, Carmen's lips, chin, cheeks already slick with pussy juice. Sister Rosario's thighs twitched and grasped Carmen's head tightly, her eyes clamped shut in orgasm, her mouth a twisted sob of pleasure, Carmen swallowing. "Oh, God, yes, don't stop, honey, keep licking me, keep licking me, suck my clit," and she went into a second round, twitching and trembling, the muscles of the inside of her thighs spasming against Carmen's ears.