Chapter 1
ChapterOne
Sister Mary Eunice was, beyond a doubt, the kindest, meekest soul Briarcliff Asylum had ever seen. With a face like a golden-haired angel and a gentle heart to match, she was a perfect being sent from Heaven to soothe and care for God's most troubled creatures. But buried deep inside her was a secret, one that so horrified her that she fought with all her spiritual might to force from her mind. At Briarcliff, a place filled with human misery of all kinds, she was mostly successful in ignoring what plagued her.
Or rather, she was, until that goddamned reporter showed up.
Miss Winters, was her name. Miss Lana Winters. She had strutted into Briarcliff full of cocky self-importance, and when Mary Eunice first laid eyes on her, with that swinging walk and those pouty lips, something stirred within her. Something unwelcome, upsetting. You see, Mary Eunice, deep down, was a dyed-in-the-wool lesbian, who had lusted after female flesh for as long as she could remember. However, her childhood was one of pain, rejection and sorrow, and, not surprisingly, she had grown into a fearful, guarded, unconfident woman with no concept of her own sex appeal. The truth was, she was gorgeous and the whole world saw it, but she simply could not. And, as such, timid Mary could never hope to act on her impulses. Rather than resign herself to a lifetime of frustration and angst, she cast off that part of her by giving herself to the only one who would never reject her. So, Mary Eunice became a Bride of Christ. Superficially happy with this union, she was not about to ruin it for herself .
Mary puttered about the bakery, taking care of her daily chores and humming gently as her mind wandered. She thought of the inmates in her care and how best to serve them. She thought of God and Sister Jude and how, together, they had saved her from herself. Most of all, she thought of Lana. Since the woman's arrival, she'd tried to block these thoughts and treat the spirited brunette like any other patient, but this had proven quite impossible. Instead, she had no choice but to regard Lana in a friendly, almost affectionate way. Certainly, Briarcliff was a lonely, desolate place, and having someone sane, likeable, even friendly to talk to was a blessing..
Which brought about another point in her musings: that Lana was, in fact, perfectly sane and did not belong in this dank Hell. Mary knew this, and even Sister Jude knew this. And yet…. here she was. This knowledge vexed the sweet nun tremendously, but she could not muster the courage to confront Jude about it. So she let it be, hating herself for her cowardice and betraying the only friend she had.
stupid, stupid, stupid.
"Morning, Sister," came the silky-smooth greeting, jolting Mary Eunice out of her self-loathing reverie.
Lana giggled."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to give you a fright."
The look on her face said otherwise.
"Oh, it's quite alright, Miss Winters. I was just… distracted," said Mary, pleasant surprise coloring her rich, raspy voice. "I wasn't expecting you."
She grinned broadly at her friend, unable (as always) to conceal her delight at seeing the sassy little brunette. Realizing she was staring stupidly, she ripped her eyes away and returned her focus to the sizeable ball of dough she was working.
"How many times do I have to ask you to just call me Lana? What's it going to take?" Lana teased with a smirk. "Perhaps if I got on my knees and begged?" From her first encounter with the hot little nun, she'd been undressing that fine body with her black eyes every chance she got. Lana certainly was not above throwing subtle little come-ons her way. It was rather doubtful that the sweet girl, in all her apparent innocence, even noticed.
"Perhaps that would do it," Mary Eunice deadpanned, surprising them both. Lana arched a perfect eyebrow.
Silence.
shit. youidiot.
Mary froze in place, panicking internally.
The air in the bakery was suddenly incredible close as Lana positioned herself behind the tall blonde, looking over her shoulder at the bread dough.
"Would you like some help today? With the bread, I mean?" she purred, the barest hint of a charming lisp sneaking through. Mary felt that uncomfortable tightening in her lower belly. Was it really possible for such seemingly innocent words sound so seductive?
"Oh n-no, you really don't have to…" she stammered out, trying not to hyperventilate.
"It would be my pleasure," came the soft reply, accompanied by a hand on her shoulder.
youhavenoidea.
Suddenly short of breath, Mary could feel the heat radiating off of Lana's body, mere inches away. She imagined closing the space between the two of them, Lana's breasts pressing into her back and her delicate hands wrapping around Mary's waist, exploring her body…
With an involuntary gasp, she spun to face Lana, who stared back at her with wide, dark eyes filled with uncertainty. Then, the ballsy reporter in her made a decision. She took that angel face in her hands and traced her thumb over a perfect mouth.
"Mary…"
"Miss Winters, I…" The shy blonde's bottom lip began to quiver.
ohgod.
Before Lana could act on the impulses she had been stifling since her arrival at Briarcliff, before she could take her friend tenderly in her arms and whisper sweet confessions of affection and desire in her ear, the whole thing went perfectly wrong:
Sister Mary Eunice picked up her skirts and fled like the Devil himself was on her heels.
Lana stood like a statue in the bakery for some time. She had wanted to chase after Mary Eunice, to explore what prompted the girl's trembling chin and subsequent flight, but she thought better of it, opting instead to give her some space to mull the situation over. For the time being, Lana busied herself with the abandoned bread dough.
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Mary Eunice bolted straight to her room, slamming the door behind her. She leaned her back against the cool wood and struggled to catch her breath, thoughts racing.
unbelievable. youpatheticcoward. youjustleftherstandingthere, lana, yourgoodfriend, thewomanyouwant. jesus, you'reanidiot.
"But I can't want her," she whispered softly to herself. Tears threatened to well up in her blue eyes as she traced the path Lana's thumb had taken on her lips. That unsettling tightness in her lower belly was back. Mary blinked and swallowed hard, before stripping completely naked and stepping into the shower.
justonce. quickly, quietly, andnoonewillknow.
well.. nooneexceptgod.
Putting the last part out of her mind, she turned the shower on almost unbearably hot, and, imagining her beautiful friend's hands on her body, began to touch herself. As the water streamed down her curves, the hot, wet blonde put her left hand against the tile to support herself, spreading her legs slightly. Her right hand started it's journey at her breasts, massaging and tugging on her nipples before running down the smooth skin of her abdomen on its way to better things. The nun shuddered as her fingertips found her throbbing clit and she let out a small moan.
"Oh, Lana." She pictured the brunette naked and chest heaving as they made love.
"Oh God… Oh yes… Oh Lana…" she panted the words out as her fingers ran tight circles over her center. Faster and faster she rubbed herself, the pressure building inside her until she came hard, legs shaking and a sob ripping from her throat. Mary Eunice sank to the floor as the water continued to course over her. It had been much too long.
After the water began to grow cold, Mary regained her feet, dried off, and got dressed. As a Christian, a nun no less, she knew she should be filled with guilt, and, to a degree, she was. But more than that, Mary Eunice felt light as a feather, satisfied and yet somehow more ravenous than before. Keeping a hold of herself in Lana's presence was going to be twice the work following this… indiscretion.
Crossing herself and muttering a quick prayer, Mary Eunice left the room to face the rest of her day.