“Oh, but I do!” Heather clutched the pillow tighter and raised her face just a little. “She knows about us, Misty. Sister Mary knows that we’re lovers!” Heather felt her girlfriend’s fingers trembling against her ass. Where before, Misty’s fingers had steadily stroked her, now they seemed to tap Heather’s flesh ever so lightly.
“I don’t care, Heather!” Misty’s voice was shaking. “I don’t care who knows. The fucking Catholic church has a litany of its own demons!” Misty fumed but tenderly stroked her girlfriend’s ass. “That fucking nun isn’t getting away with this!”
“Misty, listen to me!” Heather’s voice was muffled by the pillow, but the words were plain enough. “Sister Mary wants to see you; she wants you in her office this coming Saturday!”
Misty froze. “What?” Misty stopped stroking Heather’s ass and grabbed her by the hips. She yanked her girlfriend and flipped her over onto her back. “What did you say?”
Heather began crying openly. Tears streaked her pretty face, and she put her hands to her face. Blubbering, Heather tried to repeat the words. Her voice came in stutters: “Sis-sis-ster Mary wa-wa-wants-” Great, heaving sobs wracked Heather’s body, and she leaned forward into Misty’s arms. Heather buried her blond curls in the curve of Misty’s neck and shook as she tried to tell her girlfriend again what the nun had demanded. “She-she-she wants to see-see-see you!” Heather blurted the words into Misty’s neck and felt her girlfriend stiffen. “Oh god, Misty. Oh my god!”
Misty was stiff-backed, but pulled her lover tight to her chest. “Calm down, Heather. Just calm down. Shhh. Take it easy.” Misty murmured nonsense words to Heather, all the while rocking her sobbing girlfriend back and forth. She rubbed circles into Heather’s back, all the while her mind awhirl. Clearly Heather was terrified. “Don’t worry, sweetie. We’ll figure something out.”
Heather’s words were still muffled in her lover’s neck. “You don’t understand, Misty,” Heather moaned. “She wants to see both of us in her office. We have to report there at 7 a.m. on Saturday in our uniforms.” A sob shook Heather. “That’s the same thing Sister Mary said when she called me in for the first time!”