" ... And thank you so very much for coming." Sarah said as she shook hands with Mrs. Anderson.

As she closed the classroom door behind the woman, Sarah let out a sign of relief. She thought Mrs. Anderson would never finish. Saint Francis's Open House had ended almost a half hour ago, but Mrs. Anderson had to stay behind and go on and on about her precious little "kitten" and how Sarah should be spending more time showcasing her talents. It could've been worse, she thought, Jim Anderson could've come along too. You couldn't get within five feet of that man without him trying to sell you a new insurance policy.

Quickly cleaning up after the departed parents, Sarah grabbed her coat and began to head down the corridor. It had started raining about a half hour ago and most of the other teachers had already left. If she hurried, she could still get home by 10:00.

"Sarah?" Called a soft voice from across the hall.

Sarah turned around to find Sister Mary Theresa coming out of one of the adjacent classrooms.

"I thought you left already?" The Sister asked.

"I would have," Sarah replied. "But Mrs. Anderson managed to corner me before I could go and..."

"Say no more..." Sister Theresa said as she held up her hand to interrupt her fellow teacher. "I had her older girl Betty in my class a few years ago."

"Was she as bad back then?"

"Worse," Sister Theresa replied. "I think maybe she's mellowing with age." She added with a smile.

Both the smile and the laugh of the young Philippine Nun was contagious, Sarah couldn't help but return it. When Sister Theresa suggested she have a cup of tea before she went, Sarah forgot all about her rush and agreed.

Sister Theresa had been Sarah's friend since he first day as a teacher, eight months ago. Six years before, she had been Sarah's Math Teacher during the Nun's own first year at Saint Francis. Part of the reason she had landed the plum assignment at this prestigious school was that she had been an honor graduate. The fact that she had graduated with honors was partly due to the help Sister Theresa had given her that difficult senior year.

As they sipped tea in the now empty Teacher's Lounge, Sarah thoughts drifted back to that troubled final year. A late bloomer, Sarah had quickly earned the nickname "Plain Jane" McKenna from her classmates. Try as she could, she just couldn't fit in. Even as a senior, dates had been few and far in between. Not that Sarah really minded. She had never really been all that interested in guys anyway. They got in the way of her single minded determination to succeed.

Still, every girl wants to fit in. And it was because of such that Sarah took part in what she would always remember as the great shower peek show.

Sister Theresa was brand new at Saint Francis then, and having come from the Philippines, was considered something of a mystery. The girls guessed she had to have been in her mid twenties, but looked about seventeen. Her Order still wore the old style habits, so her body was covered from head to toe. The obvious question was, what does a Nun look like under all that heavy clothing.

It had been Jenny Marinelli who had first come up with the idea. She'd discovered that Sister Theresa was in the habit of using the shower in the girl's locker room after the last gym class every day. If they really wanted to sneak a peek, that was their chance.

So one Friday afternoon, they had snuck back into the locker room and done just that. To their amazement, Sister Theresa looked like any other woman naked. True, she was a little on the plump side, but after all, who said a Nun had to be skinny. The crudest comment came from Jenny herself.

"Did you see the tits on her?" She asked the other girls after they had moved to the safety of the school yard. "They had to at least been a 38D. What a waste on a Nun."

The other girls had all agreed.

To Sarah, however, the experience had changed her life. Several time after that she had found herself back in the locker room at the end of the day, sneaking another look at her teacher. Her naked brown body stirred a strange longing within her and she began having forbidden dreams about the Nun.

As senior year neared it's end, Sarah abruptly stopped her late afternoon visits. In her mind she was now accepted three certainties. First, that she wanted to be a teacher - nothing was as important as achieving that goal. The second was something she was sure that she would keep to herself forever. She was a lesbian, and she was in love with Sister Theresa.

"You seem a little distracted?" Sister Theresa said as Sarah stared into empty space.

"Oh, sorry..." She replied. "It's just been a long day."

"How inconsiderate of me." Theresa said. "If it wasn't for me you'd be home by now. Sister Catherine always said once I get to talking I loose all concept of time."

"It's all right, really." Sarah said with a broad smile. "I really do enjoy your company. As long as you brought her up, how is Sister Catherine?"

"She's doing fine," Theresa said as she cleared the table. "She's all settled in at her new school and things are working out fine with her father."

Sister Mary Catherine had been Theresa's mentor since she had first come to Saint Francis. In fact, due to a shortage of rooms in the tiny convent, they had been roommates for the last six years. She had recently been transferred to San Francisco at her own request to be closer to her ill father.

"I guess you must miss her." Sarah said as she cleared the trash.

Sister Theresa hesitated for a moment and seemed to be thinking or something.

"Yes I do." She finally answered.

Sister Theresa was uncharacteristically quiet as umbrellas in hand they set off for the parking lot. The stocky Nun seemed to be lost in memories, but had still insisted on seeing Sarah safely to her car.

Saint Frances was twenty miles from town, and at this time of night the parking lots would be deserted.

"Oh no!" Sarah exclaimed as she reached her small blue escort and saw to her dismay, the front driver's side tire was as flat as a pancake. "I don't even have a spare."

"We'll have to call from the office to see if we can get a tow truck out here. "Sister Theresa said as she bent down to examine the damage.

Fifteen minutes later, Sister Theresa emerged from the Mother Superior's Office to find Sarah still dripping in the waiting room.

"I have good news and bad news." She said as she walked up to her.

"Lets have the good new first." Sarah said as she shook with a slight chill.

"Well I talked to Mr. Kelly down at the garage and he said it would be no problem getting a truck out here."

"What's the bad news?"

"He said it would be no problem first thing tomorrow."

"Oh no, what am I going to do."

"Don't worry," Theresa said with a smile. "I've already talked with Mother Patricia and she said it would be no problem putting you up for the night."

"That's a relief." Sarah mused.

"One small problem with that though." Theresa added. "Since Father Kolowski is already using the guest quarters, you're going to have to use Sister Catherine's old bed in my room. I'm afraid I have one of the worst rooms in the convent, it's all the way in the west wing behind the storage rooms. In fact at one time it was a storage room."

"No problem," Sarah said in a tired voice. "Right now I don't care if its a barn, as long as it's got a bed."

"Great!" Theresa said in an animated voice.

After a quick stop at the laundry to pick up clean sheets, Sarah followed Sister Theresa through a long dark corridor past the kitchen and storage rooms. Only a few small emergency lights lit the way. Once the kitchen was closed for the evening, the main lights were shut down.

"You weren't kidding about your room being way out of the way." Sarah said as they reached a large wooden door.

"Well until they finally complete the new wing, we have to make do." Theresa said as she opened the door with an old metal key. "And most of the other Sisters were more than happy to have Catherine and I sleeping far away from them."

"Why is that?" Sarah asked curiously.

"Catherine snored liked a lumberjack, and I have a bad habit of talking in my sleep."

"Well growing up I shared a room with two sisters so I'm sure I'll have no problem." Sarah retorted. Dropping the sheets on the single metal frame bed, Sarah looked about the room. The walls were painted a soft blue, with a white lace curtain hanging aside the far window. A small desk occupied a corner, and on it were four framed photographs. Three were of Sister Theresa's family back in Luzon. The other was a 5x7 of her and Sister Catherine in front of the school.

"Be it ever so humble..." Theresa said as she began to help Sarah make the bed.

With the bed finally done, Theresa walked over to her own bed and began to take off her habit. In the six years since the great peep show, the Order had changed to a more modern look. Sarah was caught by surprise as the chubby Nun began to strip.

"Well you didn't think we slept in them, did you?" Theresa said as she began to unhook her habit from behind.

"Why no, of course not." Sarah replied.

In fact, she had thought just that, as silly as it sounded. The only way she had been able to get over her youthful infatuation with Theresa was to banish the image of her naked brown body from her memory. In had become near impossible for her to visualize the round woman without the protective brown habit.

As the habit joined her headpiece on the dressing chair, Theresa stood in just a white bra and panties. Sarah tried very hard not to stare, but it was impossible not to. Then when the white bra topped the pile, Sarah had to bite her lip to keep her composure.

If anything, Theresa's breasts had grown larger over the years with the extra pounds she had gained. This was the closest she had ever been to those dark brown nipples and she couldn't take her eyes away. In the cool night air, Theresa's nipples stood out like small erasures. Sarah felt a tingling in her own much smaller breasts.

Unaware of Sarah's fascination with her body, Theresa moved to a dresser draw and pulled out a blue nightshirt. With a quick motion she slipped it on, covering her large breasts.

As she turned and finally noticed the look on Sarah's face, Theresa assumed it was due to her attire.

"I guess you were expecting something made out of burlap." Theresa said as she indicated her garment. "But regular nightwear has been ok for years. Even if it has Mickey on the front." She added as she pointed to the large mouse figure draped across her mounds.

"Now to find something for you." Theresa continued as she looked back into the draw. "What do you normally wear?"

"Err ... I usually sleep without..." Sarah said without thinking.

"Ok, suit yourself." Theresa replied as she closed the dresser and crawled into the bed.

Sarah quickly stripped down to her bright red panties and slipped under her sheet. A smile crossed her lips as Theresa wished her goodnight.

"It's a good thing I'm not a guy." Sarah thought as she began to drift off to sleep. "Cause I'd have the hard on to end all hard ons right now."

Sarah found that she was unable to sleep more than a half hour. Tired as she had been, she couldn't get Theresa's naked image out of her head. She had been over it years ago, she kept repeating to herself. She'd had several affairs with other women and had even fallen in love for a time. Why was it so hard to put this Nun out of her thoughts.

"Because she was the first..." Sarah said to herself. "And she was the one you could never have."

Burying her head in the pillow, Sarah once again tried to find elusive sleep.

About an hour later, Sarah was still trying. Then she heard a soft mumbling from across the room. Theresa was saying something, but she couldn't make it out. Was she praying?

Then Sarah remembered what Theresa had said earlier about sometimes talking in her sleep. Intrigued, she rose silently from her bed and moved a little closer to try and hear better.

Tiptoeing across the room, Sarah found that she could now hear Theresa clearly. Understanding her was another thing entirely. Sister Theresa was speaking in Tagalog, her native tongue. She also seeming to be rocking back and forth in her bed, perhaps she was having a nightmare.

Deciding that it would be better not to wake her, Sarah began to return back to her bed when she heard an English word. Theresa was calling Sister Catherine's name.

Curiosity renewed, Sarah returned to her earlier position and moved around the bed to get a better look. Theresa had kicked her sheets to the foot of the bed, giving Sarah a clear view of the sleeping woman.

"Omigod!" Sarah whispered in amazement as she stepped back and clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from calling out.

She looked again to be sure of what she had seen, not that she had any real doubt. With her Mickey Mouse nightshirt pulled up around her waist, Theresa had pulled down her panties and was masturbating with vigor. Sarah looked again to be sure that she really was asleep. Then she heard her call out Sister Catherine's name again.