They paid for their purchases, a couple of drinks, and walked out together. She led him down a side street, walking slowly. They didn't talk for the first couple of minutes. They just strolled along, sipping their drinks as she gathered her thoughts.

"It's a nice night," Daniel said, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.

"I love nights like this. It brings back so many memories."

"What kinds of memories?"

"The kind that I have to wind up confessing in the end."

"I see," Daniel said. "That kind of memory."

"Yes. That kind. I really am a lousy Catholic. I might as well just give up."

"God forgives all, my friend. Confess and be forgiven."

(He heard that line in a movie once. It sounded pretty smooth.)

"Where do I even start?"

"Start with the boy you were with tonight."

She dipped her spoon straw into her slushy and brought it to her lips, sucking it in and giving the straw a little lick as she pulled it away again. Daniel's mouth dropped open. Damn! He was already horny. How much of this sexy little thing could he stand without pouncing on her?

"I was out with this guy named Billy tonight," she began. "We've been seeing each other for like two whole weeks now. He's not really my boyfriend or anything, but we like hanging out. He took me out for a drive and we went to McMaster's Hill."

"I've heard of that place from a few other young people," Daniel said. He had made out with his share of girls there, and even gotten a clumsy little hand job once. It was a great place for this girl's story to start.

"I guess, at McMaster's hill -- that's where kids go to hang out and stuff, you know, to be alone together and stuff. I guess you don't know what I mean, but it's like a make-out spot."

"I know what a make-out spot is. I haven't been living in a closet, miss."

"Oh my God! You don't even know my name yet. Danielle. My name's Danielle."

She offered him her hand and he took it, giving it a gentle shake. Her touch made his tummy tumble. Her hand was soft and warm in the cool night, and she gave his fingers a little squeeze as he pulled away.

"Pleased to meet you, Danielle. I'm Daniel."

"Really!? That's cool. We almost have the same name!"

It was a funny coincidence, but no big deal. Her reaction was cute though.

"Yeah, but go on," Daniel said. "What did you and Billy do at this make-out spot?"

She was quiet again, looking thoughtfully down at the sidewalk.

"Well, look," she said. "I don't really know how to explain it nicely. If I'm gonna confess all this stuff, I have to just talk my way. I hope I don't offend you."

"I'm a big boy. I can handle it."

"Okay. Good. Well, to be perfectly honest, Billy and I were parked alone in his car tonight. We got in the back seat and we got, um, naked — well, not naked, but naked enough — and we did it."

She was blushing hotly and stammering a bit as she blurted this out. Daniel was freaking out inside, but remaining outwardly cool. Some punk-ass kid got into those hot little pants of hers! Damn!

"You did it? What did you do?" he asked.

"We did it. You know -- we had... sex."

She said the word long and slow, like it was a jewel among the rest of the words in the sentence. Perhaps the sex they'd had was as long and slow and delicious as the enunciation suggested.

"Ah, of course. That's what you mean. That's pretty serious, Danielle. Very risky. Was it worth the trouble you're in now?"

She licked her lips and swallowed.

"Honestly?" she said.

"Yes, honestly," Daniel replied.

"Yes. Yes it was."

"How do you mean?"

She spoke very slowly now, her mind drifting back into the moment, remembering.

"I mean... I liked it. It was very good tonight. Better than other times I've been with him, you know. I don't know how to explain it, but it was like, so hot and gorgeously sexy tonight... his ass, and his lips, and his tongue, and his... um, strength... inside me. It was just... well, I came and everything. I don't usually come with guys, so it was very nice. Billy made me come tonight though. Sorry. I'm just being honest."

Daniel shivered. He could see it all in his mind's eye, the thrusting, the fingers across Billy's back, the legs in the air, her shoes still on her pretty little feet... His cock hardened. He spoke more slowly now too, trying his damnedest not to sound like a horny young man.

"Good girl," Daniel said. "Just be honest about everything and you'll be fine."

She nodded, and then she took his arm as the street grew darker between streetlights.

"Okay," she said. "I'll be totally honest, and totally blunt, if you're sure you can handle it."

Her soft grip on his arm was making him tingle warmly in his lower body. He smiled to himself and carried on down the sidewalk with her.

"I can handle it, Danielle. Tell me everything."

"Everything? Like, what do you want to know?"

"How many times did you two, um, sin together?"

She paused again and sighed softly.

"He finished twice, and I finished once."

"Finished?"

"Um, you know... came. He came twice and I came once."

"He climaxed twice?" Daniel asked, picturing some grinning teen punk spurting his goo up inside this wriggling young thing with a look of proud ecstasy on his face. It was a struggle for him to sound gravely concerned about this sin she'd gotten herself into.

"Yeah, um. Once in my, um -- oh, God! This is so embarrassing! -- Once in my mouth, and once inside my- like, you know -- down there."

"And you used birth control with him, I hope. It would be a tragedy to compound your sin with an unplanned pregnancy."

"Oh, shit! Of course! I've been on the pill for over a year now."

"That's smart of you. Although, it would be better for you to remain pure and chaste with boys until you find the one you plan to marry."

"Too late for that."

"You can still stop now, and God will forgive you."

("Don't!" Daniel screamed inside. "You're God's gift to young men everywhere!")

"I don't think I can stop. I can't even imagine not having sex whenever I want it. I'd die!"

"It's that difficult for you?" Daniel asked, cheering inside.

"I believe in God and everything, and I know he doesn't like it when people sin and stuff, but why did he have to make guys so fucking hot!? And why did he make sex so fucking gorgeous like he did, so fucking... uh! and Mmm! and Rrrrr! (she couldn't even find the words) if he doesn't want us doing it?"

Daniel had to think about that one for a moment. He was only pretending to be a theologian after all.

"I think he meant for it to be a gorgeous thing with one special person," he said.

"I thought God considers everyone special."

She had a good point there. He didn't know how to answer that, so he changed the subject.

"Well, start from the beginning, Danielle. How did it happen that this boy, um, finished in your mouth, as you put it?"

She spoke matter-of-factly now, apparently becoming more comfortable talking about it with him.

"'Cause I went down on him. You know. I gave him, um, oral."

"He put his penis in your mouth? Why did you let him do that?"

"Let him?" she said with some hesitation. "It's not so much that I let him. It was more like my idea. I did it on my own."

Daniel's cock, which was already fully erect, now throbbed in his underwear beneath the cassock. This girl was almost becoming a goddess to him.

"Go on," he said.

"Well we were just fooling around in the car, you know. He had my pants down around my ankles as usual, and he was feeling me up down there, tickling me very nicely, and I was getting very hot, and when I get hot, for some reason I have to have something in my mouth."

"Something?"

"A guy's thing."

"In your mouth? You like it?"

Daniel tried to sound piously revolted, but he sounded more surprised. It was all he could do to repress his admiration for her in fact. The fifteen-year-olds he remembered would barely touch his dick with their hands, never mind enjoying going down on a guy.

"I like it. It feels nice, you know, sliding in and out of my mouth, all hard and thick and hot. He was feeling me up, fingering me and everything, and sucking on my nipples at the same time, and I was like, 'Oh God, I gotta suck your cock, Billy. I'm dying over here.' He just grinned and slid his pants down, and I went down on him, licking and kissing and sucking all around down there, and the next thing you know it's sliding into my mouth and I was the happiest girl in the city all the sudden, bobbing up and down, feeling him throb and gasp and grab my hair. And then when he came it was like — Mmmm! Splooch! -- all in my mouth and I started swallowing and moaning his name and licking his balls and- Oh my God!" She pulled her arm from his and slapped herself in the forehead. "Why am I telling you all this!? I'm so sorry! You're not even allowed to think about this stuff. I must be like, so messing with your mind. I'm sorry."

She was. Daniel shuddered. Her vivid details were torturing his lust-crazed mind. He didn't want her to stop though.

"We priests are trained in controlling ourselves as we hear confessions. You must unburden yourself, my child."

"Still training is one thing, but hearing me talk about a guy coming in my mouth must be fucking you up inside."

"I've heard worse, child."

Daniel felt funny calling her child when he was only seven years older than her. He hoped she didn't notice. As for priests being trained to control their thoughts, it was total bullshit he'd made up on the spot, but it sounded like something a priest would say.

"Okay. Yeah, I guess I'm just being honest."

"Be as honest and blunt as you like," Daniel said. His masturbation would be wonderful later.

"Well, as I was saying, I like it when a guy comes in my mouth. I mean, I love it actually. It makes me feel... I don't know... perfect. Like everything is right in the world and I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, doing what I was made for. It just throbs and spurts, all hot and gooey, and fills me up and I take it like a good little girl and he holds my head and loves me with all his being, at least for that one special moment anyway. Does that make any sense at all? I guess you think I'm a horrible sinner, right?"

Daniel was dying inside. If she kept it up he would be throbbing and spurting in his shorts right away. He forced himself to stay in the role though, to see how far he could take it. How much more would she confess? How much more could he stand?

"You're not a horrible sinner, child. You're a good girl who's just done some bad sins."

"You're making these weird faces though. It's dark, but I can see your eyes. You don't look too sure about what you're saying."

"I'm only surprised to hear someone as young as you say such things. There is forgiveness for all though. Continue your confession. Tell me the whole story."

"The whole story?"

"Everything you think you need to be forgiven of, in your sexual past."

He was careful to add that qualifier onto the end. He didn't want to end up hearing about every little candy she stole, and every little lie she told.

"Do you have time to hear it all?" she said with a giggle.

"Is there lots to tell, child?"

"Well, I haven't exactly been a good girl when it comes to sex as you can guess. Not even close. I love sex. I have since before I hit puberty, and I have a hard time feeling bad about it, even though I know it's wrong. I love sex, and I love my body, and I love my body having sex, and I love guy's bodies, and I love guy's bodies loving my body. I love the strength of it that makes you feel like you're caught in a storm or something, lost and vulnerable but perfectly safe with him. I love the energy of it, the intensity, the sweat, the moaning. And I love making guys come. It makes me feel perfect somehow. I can't understand how something that feels that perfect could be wrong! God seems so cruel!"

She apologized to the sky and sighed with obvious frustration.

"It's not wrong when there's an expression of love involved," Daniel said, trying to reassure her.

"Well, I have to admit. For me, it's rarely about expressing love, except for maybe me expressing my love for a nice hard dick. Uh, I mean... Shit. Sorry. Forget I said that."

Daniel raised an eyebrow. Her grip on his arm tightened a bit.

"You have a fondness for the male anatomy?"

"I love guys in general, from their head to their toes. I could kiss every inch of them if I had the time. But if you're talking about dicks, yes. I love dicks. I love everything about them -- their shape, their feel, their size, their warmth, their thickness, the way they make me feel, the way I can make them feel. The way I can make them tingle, and twitch, and throb, and shiver, and spurt all over me. I can't even explain it. I know, I sound like a total slut, but I gotta tell the truth, right?"

"You're only fifteen," Daniel said, almost whimpering.

"I've had lots of practice," she replied, sighing a bit herself.

"When did you first discover this fondness for boys' parts?"

"The first time I saw one, when I was like eleven."

"Eleven?" Daniel said. He hadn't seen his first real nude girl until he was fourteen.

"Yeah. I started young and haven't looked back."

"Have you been with many young men since then, Danielle?"

"How many would you say is too many?"

"For a girl your age, more than zero."

He didn't really believe that, but he was trying to stay in the role, hoping to get more juicy details out of this junior hottie.

"Well I've been with way more than zero. Sorry."

"How many?"

"Like, hmmm... Around twenty, maybe. I mean, I didn't screw them all. I'm just talking guys whose dicks I've actually touched in some way. Anything less than that is not really sex in my books."

"So you're saying you've handled twenty different young men already, and you're fifteen you said?"

"It's not a lot, considering I've been having sex for like two years now, since I was thirteen. I've only actually slept with like eight guys, maybe nine, if you count a guy coming in one stroke. The rest were just like, hand jobs, blowjobs, stuff like that. One guy had sex with me just stroking himself between my thighs. He had a pretty long dick and I was scared to let him fuck me. I was only thirteen at the time. My first real experience was when I was eleven though, but nothing really happened that time."

"I should hope not," Daniel said.

"Yeah, but like I said, I never actually slept with a guy, like all the way, until like last year I think."

"Well what happened when you were eleven?"

"When I was eleven, I was friends with this guy named Sam. He was thirteen. We basically just showed each other our things. Nothing big I guess, but it was a big deal for me at the time. I'd never seen a guy's dick before, not hard anyway. It was only about as big as my thumb of course. What do you expect? But at the time I was flipping out over having seen one for real."

She laughed happily, as though her and Daniel were old friends already.

"So that's all that happened that time, but a couple years later when I was thirteen I was messing around with this guy named Jared. I let him feel me up, and I touched his in return. It was a really nice one too, like, a six-incher already. He was fifteen, I think. I'm not sure."

"And you felt him up? In what way?"

"Well, all the way, actually. I grabbed onto it and started tugging on it. He got all excited and told me to keep rubbing it, so I did, and the next thing you know all this stuff comes out. I was so shocked. I thought I hurt him. I thought I broke his dick or something, cause he was all groaning and shaking when he came, but he was like 'That was the best, Danny!' Anyway, that was my first sex, if you can call it sex. I do anyway."

"Your first sin, you mean," Daniel said somberly. "Did you confess that one to a priest?"

"No. Well, not until now anyway."

"So it's a good thing I'm here then."

"Yeah," she said, and gave his arm a little hug.

"So what happened after that?"

"Okay, do you really want to hear the whole story? I can tell you everything, if you want."

"I'd prefer it if you had nothing to tell, young lady, but you need to confess everything, for your own sake."

It was total bullshit, but she seemed to buy it.

"Alright, but you have to promise me you'll walk me right to my door and talk to my dad if he's waiting up for me. We can go somewhere, and I'll tell you everything, all my stories. Well, except for Billy. I already told you about Billy."

"And Jared," Daniel corrected her. "You told me about Jared as well."

"Right. Okay. Well, let's go to this little park down the street from me. We can talk there for a while. It's pretty private this time of night. I should know."

She giggled and Daniel imagined that a few of her stories must have taken place in that little park. For the first time that night, Daniel began to wonder if this little talk of theirs might possibly end up in him getting a blowjob from this obviously cock-friendly young lass. It didn't seem likely, and it was very risky considering her age, but the thought tickled in the back of his mind nevertheless, and grew more intriguing as he heard her tale.

"Let's go to the park then," he said.

They continued walking and Danielle began her story.

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