The Novice Sister Sor Remedios Waited for at the Convent

Mariana was left standing there in her wedding dress with nothing to do in it. The most anticipated day of her life ended with her abandoned at the altar, while Esteban, her fiancé, didn’t even have the courage to show up and explain himself. Later she heard it all from other people: at his bachelor party, he’d sampled what he would be giving up by getting married, and between the alcohol and his friends’ advice, he decided he was not made for just one woman.

Poor Mariana. She had to swallow her pride and put up with every relative who offered themselves as a shoulder to cry on. The only thing she wanted was to disappear, for the earth to swallow her whole, veil and all. And she had looked so beautiful that morning.

She had always been proud and spoiled; everything was done her way, and that was why she couldn’t wrap her head around being discarded like that. She locked herself in her room for a whole week. She cried until she had no tears left, refused to eat, and wouldn’t open the door for anyone. Every word of comfort felt like a lash. Not even hunger managed to drag her out of there.

During those days, she turned the matter over and over in her mind. How was it possible that a woman like her, with those almond-green eyes, black hair down to her waist, and skin white as milk, had been rejected so vilely? She looked like an angel in the flesh, and yet he had preferred to trade her in for a random one-night stand.

Out of pain came a decision. Mariana resolved to bury herself deep inside a convent and forget everything she had loved. The more she cried, the stronger the desire to give her life to God became. Proud and pampered, yes, but devout since childhood, as her mother had instilled in her.

She wanted nothing to do with love, and even less with men. Because of Esteban, she ended up hating them all. That week of tears erased her pride and left her with a humility no one recognized in her. When she finally came out of her room, she seemed like someone else: quiet, submissive, unrecognizable.

Her mother’s pleas, her father’s spoiling, her grandmother’s words, her brothers’ begging all did no good. She cut off her beautiful hair and wore it short. She trimmed her nails, put away her makeup, gave away her dresses and heels. She packed the little she had left and entered the convent of the Servants of the Sacred Refuge, poor nuns by vocation, devoted to helping others. That was what Mariana wanted: to tear away, with one sharp cut, every trace of her former life.

***

Sister Remedios saw her come in that Sunday with her little suitcase and her head bowed. She thought an angel had fallen from heaven, and her heart suddenly raced. Because Sister Remedios was anything but saintly. Since taking her vows, she had devoted herself to satisfying her appetites, and almost every sister in the convent had passed through her bed. When she couldn’t find anyone, she gave herself over to long, solitary sessions, carried away by her most forbidden fantasies.

She lived happily within those walls, because she knew no one escapes desire, and she had an eagle eye for recognizing her prey. So when she saw Mariana, she couldn’t believe that a woman of such beauty had come to surrender herself to the habit.

She hurried over to greet her, took her suitcase, asked her a thousand questions, and brought her before the mother superior. She asked to be her sponsor, to be in charge of teaching her everything about convent life, and the superior agreed without hesitation.

From that moment on, Sister Remedios became her shadow. She told herself that she didn’t know how or when, but Mariana would be hers no matter what it cost. She started by earning her trust. She knew something serious had happened to her, because girls like that don’t end up in a convent by chance. With gentle questioning, she got the whole story out of her, and inside she rubbed her hands together: the girl hated men. The ground was well fertilized.

For the time being, she was content to fantasize. She couldn’t get Mariana out of her head. She had seen her without her habit on the day she arrived, and she had stored away every detail: the smooth skin, the full lips, the way the pajamas clung to her body when she came into her room at dawn on any excuse. She desired her with an intensity that kept her awake almost every night.

That was how she won her over. Mariana no longer did anything without her. She waited for her visit every morning, they ate together, prayed together, and when Mariana came out of the bath, Sister Remedios helped her dress, silently delighting in it. Mariana was happy to have someone who spoiled her, who paid attention to her like no one ever had.

***

A year had already passed when Sister Remedios decided it was time to move forward. One night, while they were chatting in the novice’s room, she lowered her voice and looked her straight in the eye.

—Mariana, can I ask you a very personal question?

—Of course. You know there’s complete trust between us.

—Don’t you miss having sex? —she asked with false shyness.

—I’m embarrassed to talk about that —Mariana said, blushing.

—Don’t be shy with me. I know you miss it.

—And how do you know?

—Because I want it too —she confessed.

—The truth is, yes, but don’t think badly of me.

—And what do you do when you get those urges?

—Nothing. I just endure it —she answered softly.

—You just endure it? All us nuns touch ourselves when we feel it. Haven’t you ever masturbated?

—I don’t know how to do it. I’ve never done it —Mariana admitted.

—Then you need to learn. It’s the only way we have to calm the body in here.

—And how am I supposed to learn if I don’t know how?

—If you want, I can teach you. But you have to promise you won’t tell anyone.

—I promise you —she said.

—Not tonight, it’s late and the superior is making her rounds. Tomorrow, after lunch, we’ll have plenty of time.

That night Sister Remedios hardly slept. She lay there thinking through every step of the plan, how to lead Mariana, slowly, exactly where she wanted her.

***

The next day, after lunch, the two of them locked themselves in the room. Sister Remedios sat on the bed and patted the mattress for the novice to settle beside her.

—All right, Mariana. I’m going to teach you everything you need to know. But promise me two things: that you’ll do everything I tell you and that you won’t tell anyone. Let’s take off our underwear.

—Our underwear? Are you going to see me…?

—Of course, and you’ll see me too. While I do it, you imitate me. Remember you promised to do what I say.

—All right —she said, barely audible.

The two of them pulled up their habits. Sister Remedios stayed still for a moment, looking at her, fighting the urge to throw herself on top of her like a predator on its prey.

—Do you know what the clitoris is?

—Of course I do.

—Then wet your fingers and start massaging it, slowly, just like I’m doing. Watch me closely.

Mariana obeyed. She tried it gently, then a little firmer, trying to figure out what she liked best.

—I like it slower. I feel a tingling when I do it like that —she murmured.

—Now let’s take off the habit. When you touch yourself, you also caress the rest of the body.

Mariana undressed with a bit of embarrassment, but she did it. Sister Remedios’s eyes shone: she was even more beautiful than she had imagined. At last she had her whole, right there, all to herself.

—While you touch yourself, stroke your breasts. Watch me.

—Mercy… —it slipped out, dropping the “sister” in her familiarity—. It feels so good, but now I want it more than before. Is that okay?

—Yes. Wait until you come and you’ll see. Will you let me see if you’re wet?

—How? —she asked, uneasy.

—Like this.

Sister Remedios touched her as if it were nothing, minimizing it so she would get used to her hands.

—You’re very wet. Now put two fingers in, slowly. Watch how I do it. Come on, I’ll caress your clitoris so you learn properly. Don’t take your fingers out.

Mariana was already aroused and felt the other woman’s hands moving over her. She began to moan softly, careful not to be heard outside. Sister Remedios could hardly contain herself: at last she was touching the woman she had desired for a year.

—How does what I’m doing feel? —she asked.

—Amazing. Don’t stop. It’s better than when I do it myself.

Taking advantage of Mariana surrendering to pleasure, she lowered her mouth to her breasts. The novice could not stop moaning. She took her hand and guided it between her legs.

—Now you massage my clitoris, so you can see you’re doing it right.

—Like this, Piedad? Does it feel as good as it does for me?

—You’re doing it perfectly. You don’t stop either.

—I feel like I’m going to come. Touch me faster.

Sister Remedios’s fingers moved faster, firmer. Mariana bit her lips so she wouldn’t cry out, and with the nun’s mouth on her breasts, her fingers on her clitoris, and her own fingers inside, she felt an orgasm like no other. Her back arched, her whole body tensed. Sister Remedios took advantage of the moment to seal her lips with a kiss, and Mariana returned it when she finally caught her breath.

—Do you want to come again? —the nun asked.

—Yes —she answered, breathless.

—Lie down and open your legs wide. You promised to do everything I told you.

Without losing momentum, Sister Remedios lowered her mouth between her thighs. She worked all over with her tongue, from one side to the other, pressing the clitoris until Mariana began to moan again and push her hips upward. She slid in two fingers, looking for the exact spot, and when she found it the novice shook all over. The second orgasm left her trembling.

Sister Remedios was in no hurry for herself. She enjoyed making Mariana come more. She leaned back against the headboard, sat Mariana down with her back against her chest, and spread her legs open again. She touched her gently, knowing how sensitive she was, while kissing her neck and caressing her breasts.

—I’m enjoying this so much. I want you to make me yours —Mariana begged.

—You have no idea how badly I wanted to have you like this. Ever since Sunday, when I saw you arrive.

—Well, you have me now. Do whatever you want with me.

—I’m going to make you come until you beg me to stop.

And she did. She stroked her clitoris, slipped her fingers inside her, found the spot again, until a third orgasm bent her over and Mariana pushed her hand away, too sensitive to keep going.

Then it was the nun’s turn. She lay down and let Mariana, almost as if obeying an order, give back everything she had learned. The novice lowered her tongue between her legs, ran it everywhere, sucked her clitoris, slid two fingers in slowly. Now it was Sister Remedios who couldn’t stop moaning. For all her experience, and with that beauty touching her for the first time, she didn’t last long and came in her mouth.

She grabbed her by the head and kissed her deeply, cleaning with her tongue what had remained on her lips. Mariana settled against her chest, in her arms, and whispered:

—You know, Piedad? I didn’t like touching myself alone. I liked it when you touched me. So from now on, whenever I get the urge, I’m going to come to you.

Sister Remedios smiled in the dim light. The angel she had seen fall from the sky that Sunday was finally hers.