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|Kathleen (standard:romance, 1033 words)|
|Author: Jennifer Green||Added: Feb 15 2002||Views/Reads: 1805/1106||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Married woman falls in love with her priest.|
KATHLEEN Copyright 2002 Jennifer Green Kathleen picked up the last of the coffee cups and paper plates from the church meeting, and put them in the church kitchen. She straightened up the chairs again, and put the room back in order before leaving for home. The meeting had gone well, they were a focused group and got along well. They were her close friends, after many years of working and worshiping together, and she was so glad she had the church in her life. Kathleen was almost fifty now, her hair was gray and she was starting to feel her age, but she had a good life, and tried not to complain too much. She went home and then to the grocery store, and then returned to church in time for confession. It was with the new minister, Father O'Brien, who was a thirtyish, nice looking priest. He had been out of divinity school for a few years, and she had liked him right away, like most of the other parishioners. The next Saturday she went to confession at 3:00 as usual. She had Father O'Brien again, who listened patiently to her litany of mild transgressions. She was jealous of another church member, she had been less than loving to her mother-in-law that week. After she was done, Father O'Brien spoke with her a little and then blessed her. She felt such an immediate sense of relief and grace. She looked at him through the confessional, and thanked him. As she left the church she happened to run into him walking to his car in the parking lot. She spoke with him briefly, he was warm and thoughtful. Then she drove home and made dinner. That night she had a strange dream. She dreamed she was younger, around 30. She was dressed in a beautiful dress, and dancing slowly with Father O'Brien. He looked very handsome in the dream, and he held her close. She could feel his strong arms, and sensed his need for her body. She woke up suddenly from the dream, startled. She looked over at her sleeping husband, snoring beside her, and tried to fall back to sleep, but couldn't. The next week in confession she saw Father O'Brien again. She told him of her usual struggles, but left out the dream. After all, she was asleep, and couldn't help what her unconscious did. But she found herself looking at him at church, in the services, and around the courtyard. Then one night a few days later she had another strange, erotic dream about him. This dream was more explicit than the last. They were in bed together, lying on white sheets in a beautiful field of flowers and grass. It was a warm sunny day, and the sun felt wonderful on her skin. He was holding her, telling her how beautiful she was, and touching her. When she woke up, she was touching herself. She began to dream of them together regularly, to her shame and embarrassment. She mentioned nothing of this in her weekly confession. Father O'Brien listened patiently to her other sins, and then one week he said he sensed that there was something else that was troubling her. She didn't tell him, of course, and just said she was praying about it. He said "Well, the Lord is right there with you, trying to help you. And so am I." He smiled warmly at her. She thought, yeah, right, I'm going to tell you I have a passionate crush on you and have since the first week we met? She left the confessional hurriedly, and tried not to look at him for awhile after that. The dreams continued. She finds herself becoming aroused in her sleep, and realized she was falling for him. What should she do? Here she was, almost 50, with a husband and family. She had never felt this way before. Her husband Frank and she hadn't made love for ages, sex had never been more than a duty to her, and she was relieved now that he was getting older, he seemed to be happy with less. They had been married young, and Kathleen had been a virgin of course. The nuns had done a good job in Catholic School. Of course she loved her husband, but that was so lukewarm compared to this. This what, Kathleen? This crush? She scrubbed the dinner plates more vigorously, angry at herself. Click here to read the rest of this story (33 more lines)
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