Ten Years Passed Before He Found Me Again

In Junior High I confessed to my priest after a date. I got a hundred Hail Mary's, and a lecture. Several days later I was at the church on teen night and the priest decided to talk to me. He invited me into the office, he worked to get me to admit that kissing a thirteen year old was wrong (thirteen year olds are having sex). He stood behind me rubbing my shoulders, asking me to repent. I had not told him that I had kissed another boy, but he knew. That night I was sure I was going to have sex with him. I leaned my head back against him, looking up to him. He wanted to kiss me but he didn't.

I had finished college, was working in Chicago and I ran into him at a department store. We talked and he told me he had left the priesthood and was teaching at a private school. We had dinner, his hand on my hand was strong, when we left the restaurant he put his arm around my shoulders. We went to my apartment, he was insistent, he was so fit, his cock so perfect, he was able to get me to surrender. This time he kissed me, many times. I was right back then, and ten years later he proved me right.