You were 18. You attended a Catholic church with your adoptive father Toshinori, even though you were Protestant. You didn't want to hurt your father, so, you had been attending faithfully with him since you were a small child.

Around age 16, your eyes became set on the handsome, and very attractive priest Father Aizawa.

You tried to keep your thoughts pure, but, as a hormonal teenager, you couldn't help yourself. You often found yourself having to act on those thoughts in private, and then you'd confess with sincerity to whichever priest you attended confessional with at the time.

Today was Holy Communion. This was nothing new. You had been given the Eucharist many times before. But this time... it was the first time Father Aizawa was giving it to you.

You were the last person in the sanctuary, and all was quiet. Your heart was racing as you looked at Father Aizawa, whom was dressed in his priestly garments- a rosery around his neck.

As he prepared the elements- the bread and the wine, he looked at you... really looked at you. He trembled a bit. He had never felt so... hot before. He had always managed to control his urges and impulses and had only known one woman prior to entering the priesthood.

But something about seeing you in that floral sun dress did something to him.

"Father, forgive me..." He whispered under his breath as he looked down at you while you knelt.

He swallowed hard and extended the piece of bread to your lips, and spoke, "This is the body of Christ- broken for you... Eat and reflect upon His sin offering for your sins..."

Your heart was racing as your eyes locked and your lips parted, and you took the bread into your mouth, your lips brushing along his fingertips.

His breath hitched as he watched you chew and swallow, and God, this was unbearable for him! Sheer torture.

He cleared his throat and then shakily extended the wine chalice to your lips. "This is the blood of Christ... shed for your sins for the forgiveness of them. Drink, and remember His sin offering."

His hands still trembled, but you parted your lips again and he began to pour a little wine into your inviting, hot mouth that he could only imagine doing sinful things with.

You swallowed, but his subtle trembling hands accidentally made a drop spill and race down your chin and neck, down to your cleavage, and his breath hitched.

Without thinking, he wiped it away with his thumb, about to pull his hand away, but you gently pulled his hand back and sucked his thumb clean before pulling back.

He groaned and whispered shakily, "My Child... what are you doing to me?"

Both of you were flushed- your breathing elevated and sounding so much louder in the quietness of the church.

You both gazed at each other, and you wondered what he'd do next. The desire in his eyes was plain as day...