Date: Tue, 06 May 2003 20:58:04 -0700
From: patricia cullen <labpcullen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter Two.  Looking for Love:  Letting Go

Looking for Love

Author's Note:  These names are figments of the author's imagination. They
do not represent actual people or places. The names are entirely
coincidental.  If you have any questions or comments do not hesitate to
email me at labpcullen@hotmail.com


Chapter 2:  Letting go



      Just like that Sister Johnson was out of Sister Callahan's life and
Sister Gomez was serving with Sister Callahan.  Sister Callahan Dropped of
Sister Johnson at the mission home and they embraced for a long tine and
Sister Callahan told Sister Johnson that she loved her and that she would be
with her in spirit, so whenever she felt a warm feeling, that was Sister
Callahan holding her in her arms and watching her from the distance.  Sister
Gomez was waiting for Sister Callahan at the mission home and picked her up
as they drove in the mission car back to the apartment.
      The ride back to the apartment was long and uneventful; Sister Gomez
had this scowl on her face as if it was a huge inconvenience to pick up
Sister Callahan from the mission home.  Sister Gomez was bitchy in every
sense of the word.  She was a "misfit" in the mission and had a reputation
for treating her companions like shit.  She was a short woman about 5 1" she
had brown hair, brown eyes, with streaks of gray in her hair.  She spoke
with a heavy Spanish accent that was hard for anybody to understand unless
you were listening closely.  She was very well endowed though; she had
breasts that were the size of two large ripe mangos.  Her waist was small
but she had curves to die for.  Her ass was the perfect shape, round with
not an ounce of fat anywhere.  All the guys were all over her like white on
rice, and she loved to flirt back with them.
       "So Sister Callahan, are you going to just sit there like a ninny or
are we going to try to get to know each other.  Or do you not like being
friends with Latina's."  Sister Gomez throatily asked.
       "Sister Gomez, you know very well that I am half Latina even though I
look white.  My family is Latino.  So don't give me any crap.  I am just sad
that Sister Johnson had to leave really quickly."
     "From the look on your face, you would have thought you lost your long
lost love."
     Little did Sister Gomez know that Sister Callahan was beginning to fall
in love with Sister Johnson, and she was beginning to feel attraction to
Sister Gomez?  Oddly she was attracted to her rough edge.  How when Sister
Gomez used to get sassy it the blood would flow down her womanhood and she
would become aroused.  There would be times when Sister Gomes would just
walk around the apartment in the nude and Sister Callahan would just drool
over and catch glimpses whenever she got the chance.  Her breasts were so
full and have of the time; she wore this skimpy terry cloth robe that just
barely covered her ass cheeks. If Sister Gomez walked a certain way the robe
used to ride up and Sister Callahan would get a glimpse of her perfect ass.
Oh how she wished she could slap Sister Gomez's ass and put her hands over
it and cup her cheeks as she pulled closer to Sister Callahan.  It was a
fleeting thought.  One time Sister Callahan got busted for staring at Sister
Gomez.
     "Hey see anything you like you little slut? You better hope and pray
that you are not a lesbian because if you are, then I will beat the shit out
of you.  I hope you are not one of those "sisters" that has to be sent home
because I would rat so fast on you, you would never know what hit you."
Said Sister Gomez sternly.
     "Sister Gomez, don't flatter yourself, I wouldn't be attracted to you
if my life depended on it.  You are too bitchy for anyone to be attracted to
you. "
      "Well then stop staring you dork."
     Oh, that was such a close call.  Sister Callahan was going to have to
be more careful.  How could she be so careless?  Sister Callahan needed to
keep herself in check and reminded her to focus back on the mission.  Lock
your heart she reminded herself over and over again.  This is forbidden
territory you are a missionary.
      That night changed everything.  It was raining in the city of Houston.
  The streets were slick and it was the middle of July.  It was hot sticky
and humid.  The air had a heated passion quality to it.  This was another
sleepless night in Sister Callahan's mission.  It was hot and humid and was
feeding Sister Callahan's passions.   She wanted to touch herself and was
resisting the urge to do it, she would surely be sent home if that happened
again.  She needed release though.  All these feelings and attractions pent
up inside was driving her crazy and she was restless.  In the midst of her
debate, she heard Sister Gomez moaning and groaning then she started crying.
      "Please stop...Somebody help me...HELP!!!!" Sister Gomez screamed
      "Wake up Sister. You are having a nightmare.  Sister Callahan shook
Sister Gomez slightly. Sister Gomez, had tears in her eyes, and awoke with a
startle.   There were beads of cold sweat on her forehead and Patricia
wrapped her arms around Sister Gomez and felt her trembling in her arms.
Patricia reassured her over and over again telling her it was only a
nightmare.  It was then that Sister Gomez hugged back and just stayed in her
arms slightly weeping and crying on her shoulder.  She was so vulnerable and
innocent at this time.  Despite her hard rough bitchy exterior was a
vulnerable woman in need of comfort.
      "Sister Callahan, I have a question for you and I don't want you to
feel uncomfortable, but could I sleep with you tonight?  I am scared to
sleep alone again.  Please.  I am scared. "
      "Sure Sister Gomez I am not uncomfortable at all."  Patricia lied
       Sister Gomez crawled in her bed and the both snuggled together in the
same bed.  Patricia put her arms around Sister Gomez and just held on to her
that night.  Patricia heart was racing the whole time and hoped Sister Gomez
could not feel her heart beat so fast.  Blood was rushing down and pulsating
her body and down to the forbidden zone.  It felt so right so natural to be
sleeping next to Sister Gomez.  It felt so natural and peaceful sleeping
next to Sister Gomez.  Never had Patricia felt more right and more aroused
at the same time.  Her hands and her body was trembling at the same time.
There was going to be no sleep for Patricia that night she thought, but she
felt so right in Sister Gomez's arms, Patricia could feel herself relax
enough and she fell in a blissful sleep.
       Patricia needed that blissful sleep that night because it turned 6:30
and it was already beginning to be a day from hell.  Sister Gomez definitely
woke up on the wrong side of the bed that morning.
      "Good morning Sister Gomez. Did you sleep okay last night?"
      "What do you mean by that? I feel like shit this morning. Ever since
we started serving together, I have not had one damn decent nights sleep
with you."
       "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to wake you up last night.  You were
having a nightmare. I am sorry."
       "No you woke me on purpose because you are an evil Sister.  You want
to hurt me."
     "Sister Gomez, you know better than that.  I would not do such a thing.
I didn't mean to hurt you.  I was trying to help."
      "Just shut up and let it go.  Hurry up and get dressed we have a zone
meeting to get to and I sure don't want to be late on the account of you."
       What was happening Sister Callahan thought. She had never seen this
side of Sister Gomez.  What was she doing?  She didn't like Sister Gomez
this way.  Not only did it create tension but it really made Sister Callahan
scared because it brought back horrible memories.  Patricia's heart started
to race again. This time out of fear what was this sister capable of?
Patricia dressed quickly shaking and trembling to what was going to happen
next.
     "Get that sad look on your face!  Don't pretend you are so innocent.
You are not! You are a sick manipulative controlling little slut."
     "Stop it Sister Gomez.  Stop this!  You know I love and care about you
I would not be hurting you like this. What the hell has gotten into you this
morning? You were fine last night, but what the hell happened this morning?"
    "This."
      Sister Gomez walked over to Patricia and held her body close to her
body and passionately kissed her.  Patricia wrapped her arms around Sister
Gomez and kissed her back with the equal amount of desire and passion.
Their arms were entwined in each other touching and caressing each other in
a heated rush.  The needed each other and the felt it.  Patricia glided her
hands over Sister Gomez's tight ass and pulled it closer to her.
Their tongues were going like mad asserting control over each other.  They
were fighting for domination, power, and passion.  They ran their fingers
through their hair.  Patricia took off her missionary tag and started to get
out of her dress.  Sister Gomez stopped her and said.  "Here let me help out
of that dress sister." Slowly she unzipped the back of her zipper and
caressed her hands down her back.  Soon Patricia was completely naked in
front of Sister Gomez.  Patricia removed Sister Gomez's Dress and soon both
of them were out of their slips, nylons, underwear everything.
      They did not break their first kiss as Sister Gomez lay Patricia down
on her bed.  It felt so beautiful having Sister Gomez's body next to hers.
Her soft body was magical and beautiful as it rested on top of Patricia.
Their breasts merged with each other becoming one breast.  Sister Gomez
licked Patricia's body in a fever.  Sister Gomez first started licking the
sensitive parts of her neck that drove Patricia wild.     She sucked on her
neck, and then moved to her breasts where she bit them and sucked on them
hard and feverishly, the she moved down on Patricia.  She spread her legs in
one full sweep and buried her face inside Patricia's wet and throbbing
pussy.  She stuck her tongue deep inside of her and moved it in and out as
she licked and sucked on her clit.  Patricia was grinding against the
movement of her tongue.  Her orgasm was building and building.  Sister Gomez
quickened up the pace and stiffened her tongue.  Patricia screamed and
moaned with delight.    She was coming and coming fast and hard. Patricia
bucked her hips in unison with Sister Gomez's tongue.  Her breathing was
hard and ragged, she was getting closer and closer until she exploded and
shook from head to toe.  The feeling was so powerful, so intense, Patricia
couldn't help but cry.
      "Shhh.  Don't cry.  I love you. I have loved you since I saw you.  And
she wiped tears from Patricia's eyes.
       They held each other for what seemed like an eternity, Patricia
relishing in that moment.  She never wanted it to end. She wanted to stay In
Sister Gomez's arms, but the guilt was already slipping in, what had she
done?   She not only disobeyed missionary rules, but she had just broken the
law of chastity.   What was going to happen now?