Ave Maria

Maria was a good girl. She said her prayers morning and night, dressed modestly, never swore and certainly didn't have naughty thoughts.

Maria was fourteen years old. She was slender and comely, her golden locks of hair cascading down her back as she walked to class, innocent eyes of sky blue shade looking out at the day ahead. She was a student at a girl's only religious bording school and was considered a model student by all who taught her.

As she sat down for the first class of the new term, her homeroom teacher introduced a new addition to the class. Her name was Lucy, a voluptuous figure with long silken black hair, her piercing jade eyes taking in her fellow students.

As Maria left the classroom at the end of the school day, she felt a tap on the shoulder. It was Lucy.

"Hello there, beautiful", Lucy said from behind, smiling.

"Uh, hello", Maria replied, surprised.

"Follow me", Lucy spoke, gently pulling on Maria's hand as she took her brisky to behind the school grounds as sun set across the campus.

"Why have you brought me here?", Maria asked.

Lucy reached behind Maria's ears and began to stroke, softly. Maria sighed, eyes fluttering. That felt good.

"To get to know you, of course", Lucy answered, grinning.

Waiting for Maria's mind to empty, Lucy continued to stroke, letting the girl lose herself in pleasure before planting a kiss upon her lips. Not thinking, Maria returned it, enjoying the sensation.

Breaking the kiss, Lucy pulled away her hands. Maria suddenly panicked as she realized what had happened.

"Wh...what are you doing?!", Maria responded, flustered.

"Didn't you like that?", Lucy asked teasingly.

"Th...that's not the point!", Maria answered, not denying the fact that she did like it, "It's sinful, you should know that!"

"But you did like it?", Lucy pressed the question.

Maria paused and nodded, embarassed, her face blushing bright red.

"Look me in the eye", Lucy said suddenly.

As Maria looked up and stared into Lucy's eyes, she saw bright red flames burn behind the newcomer's irises.

"De...demon?!", Maria exclaimed, suddenly horrified.

"Yes indeed", Lucy nodded, "And now I'm afraid that you're in my power."

Oddly, Maria relaxed at this statement, now that she no longer had to feel as if her pleasure was her fault.

Bearing her fangs, Lucy leaned toward Maria's ears and whispered gently, blowing into her earlobe, "Tell me, sweetling, what's your guilty pleasure? That is, besides the company of other women?"

Maria paused, blushing again slightly. When she had been younger, before she had been taught to supress such thoughts, she had been envious of boys. Not their bodies, she was a woman at heart, just their equipment down below. It wasn't what could be called an Electra Complex either, she didn't feel like she would like a penis all the time, only as an occassional plaything.

Quietely, Maria answered, "When I was l