Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The world outside was a blur as rain poured down in steady sheets. I leaned my forehead against the passenger side window, watching figures moving in soft-focus, dark blues and blacks scurrying together to get inside. No clusters of girls laughing and clutching their books to their chests stood on the front steps today-most everyone had an umbrella and they were hurrying, head-down, toward the front doors of the school.

“Are you going to Erica’s today?” my mother asked as she stopped the car as close as she could to the front entrance.

“No.” I grabbed my own umbrella off the floor, reaching for the car door handle.

“Is there something wrong, Leah?” she asked. “You haven’t gone over there all week.”

I shrugged my backpack over my shoulder, glaring at her. “First I’m over there too much and now I’m not over there enough-are you ever happy?” Her hurt look made me stop and sigh. “Thanks for the ride, okay?”

“Stay dry,” she said in a small voice as I opened the passenger door and struggled with my umbrella.

“Bye, Mom.” I shut the door and fell in behind the rest of the girls who were trying to make it as fast as possible into the school.

That old saying about April showers was proving to be true this week-it had done nothing but rain, rain, rain. We were shoulder to shoulder as we moved

up the steps, and I waited while the girl in front of me closed her umbrella and shook it over the railing before stepping under the eave and doing the same.

“Leah?” The sound of Erica’s voice made my heart lurch.

I don’t know how I’d missed her, standing to the side on the steps. Her short blonde hair was plastered to her cheeks and the make-up she had put on this morning streaked down her face in black rivers. If I was a casual observer, I would have just thought that she was wet from walking to school in the rain, but I knew better-Erica had been crying.

“Are you okay?” I asked, the girls behind me jostling and grumbling as I stopped.

Erica shook her head and I slipped under the railing, moving off to the side and pulling her with me. There was nowhere to stand but in the rain, and it was coming down so hard that I was immediately soaked to the skin.

“He broke up with me,” she choked out over the downpour and her lower lip trembled under the weight of the words.

“Oh, no,” I breathed, moving to put my arms around her, and then remembering. I stopped, mid-hug, not sure how to proceed, but Erica came the rest of the way, clinging to me, and I could feel her silent sobs.

I didn’t know what else to do but hold on to her and we rocked back and forth, our backpacks and my umbrella sitting in a puddle at our feet, forgotten.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, feeling my own tears mixing with the rain. “I’m so sorry, Erica, I’m so sorry.”

“Me, too.” She hugged me tighter. “I missed you so much.”

I nodded. From the moment Erica had screamed, “I hate you!” until this one, it had felt like things were moving in geological time. All week, I felt trapped in some strange ice age-it was that cold. Life without the man I loved had proved awful, but life without my best friend, too!? It was beyond unbearable.

“You’re shivering.” I realized that I was, too, although inside, I felt warmer than I had all week. “Let’s go in.”

“Let’s go home.” Erica pulled back to look at me and squeezed my hands.

“I can’t face school today.”

I glanced up the steps where most of the crowd of girls had already disappeared through the big double doors. Sister Mary Francis had been standing there moments before, but I couldn’t see her, now.

“Okay,” I agreed, grabbing my backpack. I opened my umbrella, pulling Erica under it as we headed back down the stairs. She sniffed, linking her arm with mine as we walked.

“What happened?” I asked. “Did he say why?”

“I told him I didn’t want to have sex anymore.” Her voice was so soft I could barely hear it over the pelting of the rain on the umbrella over our heads.

“Oh.” I stopped, pulling her up short, as we waited for a school bus to pass before we could cross the street. “Well… why?”

“After last week.” She jumped over a puddle. “After you and my dad…” I winced and sighed. “Erica, I’m so sorry…”

“Can we talk about me?” Her voice turned back to that ice-age tone.

“I’m sorry,” I said again with a gulp. “Go on…”

“I went to confession,” she went on as we rounded the corner on her block. “And I told Father Michael everything.”

My stomach clenched, remembering my own time in the penance-box with Father Michael. I wondered, given the details of what Erica said, if he had put two and two together? I cringed at the thought.

“And I recommitted my virginity.”

I frowned, cocking my head at her. “Can you do that?”

“He said I could.” We slowed as we came to her house and turned up the walkway. “He said that my recommitment would help absolve me of my sins.”

“Funny,” I snorted. “He just gave me a bunch of Our Father’s and Hail Mary’s.”

Erica gave me a quelling look as she put her key in the lock. “This is serious, Leah.”

“Okay, okay.” I dropped my backpack in the foyer and followed her to the kitchen. Being in the house again was like coming home and my heart felt swollen and tight in my chest.

“I’m being punished.” Erica kicked off her shoes and grabbed an apple off the table. I sat at one of the kitchen chairs, watching her slide up onto the counter.

“Bobby breaking up with you is punishment?” I frowned.

“Probably that, too.” She chewed on a bite of her apple.

I toed off my shoes and pulled off my wet socks. “I don’t get it.”

“Everything we did, Leah,” she went on. “Watching porn, how we were with each other, me having sex with Bobby…”

“That was punishment?” I smirked.

“No, those were my sins.” She took another vicious bit of her apple. “You and my dad together-that was my punishment.”

I sat back in the chair, stunned. “Oh, Erica… no…”

“Yeah, that’s what my dad said, too.” She snorted, chewing noisily. “But after I confessed to Father Michael, I knew it was true. I was being punished for all the bad things we’ve done.”

Putting my hands to my cheeks, I shook my head at her. “Erica… first of all, why would God punish you for what… what I did with your dad?”

“God works in mysterious ways.” She sighed.

“I feel awful for hurting you.” My cheeks were burning even under the cool wetness of my fingers. “I didn’t mean for it to happen. I can’t explain it, and I don’t have any excuses.”

She rolled her eyes, biting into her apple. “You sound just like him.”

“Who?” I shook my head.

“My dad,” she replied through a mouthful of fruit. “That’s just what he said… except then he told me that he was in love with you.” My heart leapt in my chest. “He did?”

“Yeah.” She snorted. “My dad in love with my best friend. How is this not some sort of punishment?”

I felt tears stinging my eyes and blinked them back. “I’m sorry you feel that way.”

“How am I supposed to feel?” She slid off the counter, tossing the apple core into the garbage and flopping onto the kitchen chair next to me, her arms crossed. “You’re fucking my dad!”

I nodded, feeling the weight of it in my chest. “I know how it looks… but, Erica… it’s not like that…”

She frowned. “Don’t tell me… you’re in love with him, too?”

“Yes,” I whispered miserably, the tears I’d been holding back starting to fall. I couldn’t stop them.

Her face softened when she saw my tears and, leaning forward, she took my hands in hers. “Leah, you’re like my sister… we’ve been best friends forever…”

“I know,” I squeaked, my tears wetting my already soaked blouse. “I don’t want to lose you.”

She sighed. “I don’t want to lose you, either.”

“I didn’t know what to do.” My eyes searched her face. “I love him, Erica. I really love him… but I was so afraid that you wouldn’t understand…” Her hands squeezed mine. “I don’t know if I understand. I thought I knew what love was… with Bobby…”

Now she was crying, too, her lip quivering again. “But I obviously didn’t mean that much to him…”

“He’s a jerk.” I nudged her knees with mine.

“He didn’t love me,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I know that now.”

“I’m sorry.” I was really crying now and so was she.

Erica slid to the floor and put her head on my lap. “I was so mad at you…”

“I know.” My hand moved her wet hair off of her cheek.

“I wanted to hate you,” she went on. “I wanted to hate you both-but I couldn’t. I love you too much. You know that, right?”

“I do now,” I choked out, stroking her hair, her back. “I love you, too, you know.”

She drew a shaky breath, rubbing her cheek against my bare thigh. “I know. Do you know how I know?”

“How?” I whispered. Her lips touched my skin, warm and soft, and I shivered.

“Because you didn’t tell me,” she murmured, looking up at me. “You were both protecting me.” I held my arms out and we hugged. I sank to the floor beside her and we held on, both of us crying.

“You must really love him,” she said into my ear as we rocked. “You both risked so much…”

“I know it’s a sin,” I whispered, holding her tight. “But it feels so right. I don’t understand it.”

“God works in mysterious ways, I guess.” She squeezed me hard.

I sat back, frowning. “Do you really think we’re being punished?”

“I did.” Erica sighed. “Now… I don’t know.”

“I can’t help how I feel.” I pleaded at her with my eyes, feeling the tremble in my mouth.

She nodded. “I know. Come on, let’s go get changed and get warm.” It felt like old times, like nothing had ever come between us, as we stripped out of our wet clothes and pulled on t-shirts and climbed, still shivering, into her bed to snuggle under the covers.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Erica touched her forehead to mine.

“Noooo!” I groaned. “That’s how this all started.”

She raised her eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“Me and your dad.” I flushed at the memory. “That’s how… we started…” Her eyes were searching. “How? Tell me?”

“Are you sure?” I swallowed, rolling away from her. I didn’t want her to see my face.

“Yeah.” Her hand over my back. “What happened?”

I let out a slow sigh, closing my eyes. “I saw him one night when I got up to use the bathroom…”

“Doing what?” Erica rested her hand on my hip and she moved in so her body was pressed up against mine.

“He was… he was watching a movie… and…” I glanced over my shoulder at her, feeling her soft thighs against mine. “Are you sure you want to hear this?” She nodded, moving my wet hair and kissing my neck. “Tell me. I want to know.”

“You’re not too weirded out?” I insisted, shivering when her lips moved down into the curve toward my shoulder.

“Yes,” she admitted with sigh. “And no. It’s hard to explain.”

“Tell me about it,” I breathed as her fingers edged their way under my t-shirt, stroking the soft skin of my belly. It was distracting. “Anyway… I saw him touching himself… and he was so… god, he was so hard, Erica…” She made a little noise, her breath tickling the hairs on the back of my neck.

“I couldn’t help watching him and touching myself, too…” Her fingers crept under the elastic of my panties, teasing. “Did you see him come?”

“Yeah,” I breathed as her hand moved to cup my mound. “All over his belly.”

“Then what?” she prodded, her hand rubbing slowly over my pussy.

“I don’t remember,” I murmured, squirming, feeling the heat of her crotch against my bottom.

I whimpered when she moved her hand away. “Fine, if you don’t want to tell me…”

“I do,” I protested, reaching my hand back and touching her bare thigh, pulling her hip in to me and wiggling back against her. “I just… it seems a little strange… telling you…”

“We tell each other everything,” she reminded me. “I told you all about me and Bobby…”

She had a point. “I wanted to tell you… when you told me about Bobby…”

“You’d already done it?” she gasped, her hand squeezing my ass hard through my panties.

I squealed, laughing. “Yeah… that’s why I asked you if it hurt…”

“Did it?” she asked, inching my panties down over my bottom.

“Yeah, a little.” I arched my back with a sigh, feeling her fingers probing me from behind. “But then… oh god… then it started to feel so good…”

“Is he big?” She pressed her thigh between mine, opening me more to her fingers as they slipped inside.

“Yes,” I whispered, moaning when she started to move them in and out of my wetness. “Ohhh yes… that’s good.”

“Was he on top?” Her fingers curled inside of me, making me gasp.

“The first time…” I lifted my leg higher, feeling her push in deeper, faster.

“How many times?” Her thumb moved to find my clit, rubbing it slowly back and forth, teasing me.

“Oh god that’s good,” I whispered, rocking with her. “Just a few times… so far…”

“So far,” she breathed, wiggling her fingers up inside of me. “So you think you’re going to do it again?”

I sighed, closing my eyes. “I hope so…”

“Me too.” She kissed my neck as her fingers plunged into me, making a soft wet noise between my legs. “Promise to tell me about it…”

“Erica,” I moaned, squeezing my pussy around her fingers, wanting more.

“That’s… mmm… god, that’s just so wrong…”

“I know.” Her lips moved over my neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin there. “But if I’m going to do this whole virgin thing, I might as well live through you…”

I turned to face her, sighing when her fingers slid out of me. “Are you really going to?”

“I don’t know.” She gave me a bitter smile. “I’m done with Bobby… and I’m not really into anyone else right now.” I touched her cheek and leaned in to kiss her. She tasted like apples and I licked her sweetness off my lips. “Except you.” She smiled, sliding her hand under my panties again.

“I thought…” My eyes closed as she probed between my swollen lips, her finger finding my clit. “Ohhh… mmm… I thought that you were recommitting yourself…”

“Well…” Her breath was warm over my face as she started rubbing me. “If I just do this with you, technically, I’m still a virgin…” I smiled, sighing and opening my legs a little wider. “But isn’t it still a sin?”

“I guess there’s always confession,” she murmured, pressing her fingers up into me, making me moan.

“Oh, Erica,” I gasped, sliding my thigh up over hers. “If we keep confessing this stuff to Father Michael, he’s going to have a heart attack.”

She giggled, slipping down between my legs and pulling my panties all the way down. “You should have heard him huffing and puffing when I was in there.

Surprised the whole thing didn’t come down.”

“Oh, god, that’s good,” I whispered as I watched her part my lips with her fingers and tickle my clit with her tongue. “I don’t care if it’s a sin…” Erica’s whole mouth covered my mound, her eyes meeting mine as she sucked and licked. Her tongue worked my flesh, back and forth, around and around, sending delicious thrills through me. I had been punishing myself all week and hadn’t even touched myself, and now the feel of her mouth on me was almost too much pleasure to bear.

“Feel good?” She flicked my clit with her tongue and slipped a finger inside of me. I wiggled, moaning, grabbing my thighs and pulling them back so she could really fuck me with her hand, her fingers working in and out of my pussy as she licked me.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, pulling my t-shirt up so I could play with my nipples, sending extra waves of sensation down between my legs, right to the spot that she was teasing with her tongue. I gasped and moaned, rocking my hips up to meet her mouth and her hand, her fingers shoving wetly in and out of my hole.

“Ohhhhhh fuck,” I whispered, feeling it coming, my orgasm cresting, reaching an incredible peak, and I grabbed her still-wet hair, mashing her face against my flesh. “Erica, yes, yes, make me come!”

She moaned, moving her face from side to side, her tongue rubbing back and forth, her fingers pressing hard inside of me as my pussy spasmed again and again. I couldn’t help moaning with it, the waves of pleasure rocking my body against hers. We rolled on the bed and kissed, giggling as we pressed our breasts together under the blanket.

“I missed you,” she breathed, kissing me again.

“Me, too.” I could taste myself in her mouth and it made me want to taste her, too. My fingers found their way between her legs, making her sigh and spread wider. “Your turn?”

“Please…” She pushed the covers down, pulling her knees back and showing me. She was glistening wet, still shaved completely smooth, her lips so fat and swollen that they spread all by themselves to show the pink heat inside. I kissed her knee, working my way slowly up, my eyes on hers. She licked her lips as she watched me edge my way up the soft skin of her inner thigh.

“Was he really big?” Erica murmured as I neared her pussy. I could smell her and it made me heady. I nodded, kissing her lips, tickling them with my tongue, tasting her. “Bigger than Bobby?” she asked.

I shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know… how big was he?” She showed me with her hands and I smiled. “Oh, much bigger. Almost as big as your vibrator, actually…”

Her eyes widened. “Get it.” She nodded toward her dresser.

I did, bringing it back and wrapping my fingers around the base. “He’s probably this big.”

“How did it feel, going inside of you?” She reached for it and started to rub it up and down her slit when I handed it to her.

“Good.” I stretched out between her legs and watched her part her lips with the head, sliding it slowly inside. “Really…. really… good.”

“Tell me,” she whispered, her eyes half closed as she looked down at me.

“But…” I hesitated. “Are you sure? It’s your dad.”

“I know,” she moaned, starting to fuck herself, the vibrator making a wet sound as it pressed into her and came back out again. “Tell me…”

“What do you want to know?” I leaned in and kissed her clit, making her squirm.

“Everything…” she murmured, fucking herself faster. “Oh god…”

“He was gentle the first time.” I wet my fingers and rubbed at her clit. “But the time we did it at the movies…”

“The movies!” Erica gasped, stopping to stare at me.

I nodded, flushing. “When we both went to the bathroom?”

“I knew it,” she whispered, pushing the cock deep into her with a moan.

“That time he just took me…” I rubbed her clit faster, loving the look of pleasure on her face. “He put me on the bathroom counter and licked me…

made me come so hard…”

“Oh god,” she cried, twisting the cock in her pussy. “Yes… tell me…”

“Then he bent me over the sink.” I feathered kisses over her clit as I rubbed it. She was squirming and moaning, her breath coming faster. “And he shoved that big, hard dick between my legs… hard… right into my wet little cunt…” Erica gasped at my words, working the cock so hard between her lips that it made a fast, wet squelching noise as she fucked herself. “And then he fucked me.” I flicked my tongue over her clit. “He fucked me so hard I could barely stand up…”

“Oh yes,” she moaned, her eyes closed, completely lost now. I could tell she was close, her whole body was tense, her thighs trembling.

“Oh Daddy, yes, fuck me,” she moaned out loud, and I’m not sure she was aware of what she’d said, but a noise from the doorway drew my attention and I knew then that I wasn’t the only one who had heard her.

My eyes widened when I saw Mr. Nolan as I peered over Erica’s shoulder through the half-open door. His fist was wrapped around his cock, moving up and down the shaft. The sight of it made my pussy tingle and when my eyes met his, I saw the lust in them.

“Did he come all over you?” Erica quivered as she fucked herself, and I knew now, we both knew, that she was imagining her father’s own cock. The thought shocked and aroused me, and it clearly excited Mr. Nolan.

I leaned in and licked her clit for a moment, my eyes on his, and he watched with an almost pained expression, his mouth open, his hand a blur up and down his shaft. When I lifted my head, glancing from Erica to her father, he put a finger to his lips and I gave him a nod, something imperceptible.

“When he was about to come,” I went on, now telling them both and tickling her clit with my tongue as I rubbed her, pulling the hood back to touch the little bud directly. “I got down and sucked him and swallowed it all…” That was it-Erica moaned, bucking her hips. “I’m coming, oh yes, Daddy, I’m coming!” I latched onto her clit, sucking and licking as she came, feeling the tremble and quaver in her pussy. Through the doorway, I could see him coming, too, his cock exploding with it. He pointed the red, swollen tip toward his belly and it burst upward like a geyser, spilling down his hand in white hot rivers.

“I love the taste of his cum,” I murmured, kissing her clit and making her shiver. Her hands moved through my hair and I looked up at her with a smile. I whispered the words, even though I felt a twinge of jealousy as I spoke them. “I bet you’d love it, too.”

Over her shoulder, I saw Mr. Nolan shaking his head, but there was a light in his eyes. He backed away from the door, into the shadows, and I wanted to go after him, but I knew I couldn’t.

Erica wiggled away, flushing even more red and biting her lip. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay,” I agreed, hearing the soft sound of a door closing as I snuggled up behind her and kissed her shoulder. “Let’s take a nap.” I listened for the sound of her drifting off, but it was a long time, I think, before either of us slept.