Lust : Flash Fiction

“They may be one with you, as I am in you and you in me” Father Sam was reading from the Gospel of St. John.

“I know who I want to be in” I murmured to Celeste, my best friend, who stiffled a laugh.

Morning masses had never been my thing, but since the coming of the new priest, Father Sam, I had made it my Catholic right not to miss a day of mass.

I was usually disappointed on days when the parish priest, Father Amos, celebrated the mass. He was older with a belly you could tell the size from his chasuble, and he was a bore to listen to.

But Father Sam, or as I like to call him to Celeste's hearing alone, Daddy Sam, woah!

He had age working out fine for him, though the rumor claims he is forty. Not so old for some generation, but for a twenty three year old, he was Daddy alright.

Father Sam had a face you could swear did not belong to Jesus. He always did this thing with his hand on his lips whenever he paused to take a breath amidst the homily, where he'd lick his lower lip and stroke it with his thumb.

He was probably not doing it in slow-mo, but my 3D vision begs to differ and my heart was proof, because it always stopped, as if waiting for my brain to capture the moment, unflinched.

“Today, Jesus calls us to a union with God” he was now preaching.

“We could be together. Call me anytime baby” again, I mumbled to Celeste.

Celeste and I share the same desires, only I am more open about mine.

So you'd easily expect that when the rumur was that Father Sam had been transferred from our parish because he gave in to the temptation of lust, I was the temptress.

But no, it was Celeste. That sly bitch!

Sure my morals were not better than hers, but I was sensible enough not to take my business up with God like that.

It was bad enough that we were always at confessions, confessing the same sin every Saturday after morning masses, then receiving holy Communion at every mass celebrated by Father Sam, while still living in our sin of lustful desires.

But the nerve of her to go for counselling behind my back, all the while seducing Father Sam.

No, my morals were not better than hers, but I was contend with having to see him as often as can be possible and fueling my desires.

Celeste on the other hand was so foolish to have seduced Father Sam to kiss her during a counseling session that the church secretary accidentally walked in on.

Now both of us are hopeless. We can't have him, we can't see him and we can't be friends.