“What are you thinking?” I said.
Megan’s face flashed with concern and she put her ear to the door. We all waited a beat and a faint sound came from far away. It sounded rhythmic and was accompanied by a high screech. Something similar to a door slamming shut in the distance brought the sound to a halt.
We eyed each other in silence.
Megan whispered, “Old pipes?”
“I hope,” Callie responded.
Megan didn’t miss a beat. “I have some juice on my phone. I’m a light sleeper. We set an alarm for oh two hundred hours and take the bus. We’ll be up and out before they’re awake for mass or prayers or whatnot.”
“We can’t leave people behind,” Callie said. “And what about the girl at the radio station? We can’t leave her there by herself either.”
Compassion and empathy were two things I loved about Callie. But in this situation it was really hard for me not to grab her by the shoulders, look into her eyes, and tell her ‘Fuck those people. We need to save ourselves.’ Callie and Megan were each right though. We had to get out of here but we couldn’t do it at the expense of other people. There was something extremely off about this place and the nuns. I could chalk up my leeriness to my previous interactions with religious fanatics and their fervent disdain of me and my homosexuality but there was something more here and I couldn’t put my finger on it. If there were other people here we needed to do everything in our power to evacuate them, even if we weren’t sure there was a place to evacuate to. I trusted in Megan and her knowledge to deal with emergency situations though. I couldn’t let myself fall down the rabbit hole of worry and the belief we might be leaving a safe place and heading out on a suicide mission. Megan was a trained officer whereas the nuns were brainwashed into falling to their knees and wishing on a falling star or begging a mythical character to rescue them or give them guidance.
“We won’t leave anyone behind,” Megan said. “If we see anyone before we leave we’ll take them with us if they’ll come. I promise we won’t leave the girl at the radio station. And we’ll pick up anyone we see on the way.”
Callie nodded and I noticed her shoulders relax some.
A light knock at the door startled all of us and Megan threw open the door. Sister Frances entered with a stack of white material that looked like sheets. She set the stack on one of the empty cots and unfolded one of the items to show us a shapeless, long shirt resembling an old prairie nightgown. Frances affirmed the garment’s purpose by placing her hands together, closing her eyes, and laying her head on her hands in a sleeping gesture.
“When will our clothes be done?” Callie asked.
The Sister looked at a thin gold wristwatch and held up one finger. I wasn’t sure if she was telling us to hold on or if the laundry would be done in an hour. She didn’t feel the need to pantomime anymore and none of us wanted to prolong her stay by asking more questions. We thanked her and proceeded to don our new apparel.
Chapter 9
Sister Frances never returned with our clothes and we agreed to try and get as much sleep as we could once the sun set. Callie took the cot closest to the door and I wanted to sleep beside her for a semblance of normality. Against my better judgment I ended up pushing another cot up beside hers. Megan was the one who voiced some concern about the sleeping arrangements. Not because she had a problem with Callie and me but out of concern if the Sisters saw the sleeping situation and put two and two together there may be a problem. I reassured her we would be gone before anyone would know and it wasn’t like we were having sex, only comforting each other, as far as they were concerned. We could be friends or relatives for all they knew since no one was concerned with learning much about any of us.
Megan set her alarm and placed her phone and the keys under her pillow. She placed her boots at the end of her bed before lying on her cot. Callie and I slept on our makeshift double bed and held hands for a little while. The odd sounds we’d heard earlier came and went as we lay in our beds silently and willed ourselves to sleep.
Eventually the deep and rhythmic breathing of the other two comforted me enough to lull me into a fitful sleep. I dreamed of the distant sounds calling to me and being awoken by the pale and perfect face of Sister Frances hovering over my bed. Her lips were painted crimson and her eyes were done in smoky black. She held her forefinger to her lips to hush me and keep me from waking the others and began to slowly remove her habit. She exposed her large pale breasts and the only thing she wore underneath was a black garter and stockings. Her cunt was shaved. She climbed onto my cot, still wearing her coif, and straddled me. She began to kiss me and tasted like soda as she groped me through my sleeping garment. I squeezed her large firm breasts as I kissed her and tried to ride her hand rubbing my cunt. As with all dream logic I was either unaware of Callie sleeping beside me or didn’t care as my pussy throbbed for an orgasm. It was all I could think about as I began to suckle Sister Frances’s breasts and she pulled up my nightgown. We both finger fucked each other’s wet cunts and I tried desperately to urge the nun to rub my clit. I wanted the orgasm more than anything and pushed her shoulders down to make her eat me. She agreed but either had never eaten pussy before or was clueless as she only kept slipping her tongue in and out of my vagina, fucking it with her tongue, instead of lapping or sucking or doing anything with my clit. Frustrated, I began to rub my clit while she fucked me with her tongue.
A noise startled me awake. I was sweaty and my heart was racing. I was on my back and the room was silent. I lay perfectly motionless and listened for what had awakened me but didn’t hear anything. Under the blanket I’d hiked my nightgown up to my hips and my fingers were on my wet pussy. The pull to orgasm was there and I was so close. My mouth was extremely dry and I was dizzy and nauseated. I wondered if my nerves were getting the best of me or if I was coming down with something. Trying not to make any noise, I closed my eyes and envisioned Sister Frances sitting on my face. In the fantasy I ate her shaved pussy and it tasted like raspberries. I touched my wanting clit and it pulsed with the desire to orgasm. I remembered the black stockings and garter belt from my dream and added the image of Callie nestled between my legs, sucking on my clit and flicking it with the tip of her tongue the way she always did. The image of the three of us fucking sent me over as I rubbed my clit. I tensed to keep my breath from shuddering audibly or physically jerking from the intense orgasm as it pulsed from my groin and into my stomach. I refrained from teasing my clit further and prolonging the orgasm or inducing a second one.
Once the orgasm subsided I had to struggle to keep from falling back asleep. I wiped my hand on the sheet and rolled toward Callie. My euphoria was replaced with panic as I realized from the scant light coming from the hallway she wasn’t in her bed. I sat up and turned toward Megan’s cot just as the faint buzz of her phone’s alarm sounded from beneath the pillow of her empty cot.
I bounded out of bed and snatched the phone from under the pillow and fumbled with it until it stopped. I was unsteady on my feet and queasy. My heart was racing when I dropped the cell on the bed. A million thoughts raced through my brain and the first one was that Callie and Megan had left me. I scrambled under the pillow again until my hand hit the keys. I snatched them from under the pillow and clutched them as if they were the only thing keeping me alive at the moment.