Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed

CHAPTER TWELVE

“Patty, it’s Rob… she’s going to stay over here tonight.” I bit my cuticle and glanced nervously at Erica as I listened to Mr. Nolan talking to my mom on the phone in the kitchen.

“Yes, I know it’s a school night,” he said. “But I’m chaperoning the class trip to Cedar Pointe tomorrow, and we’d like to get an early start. I really don’t want to have to come get her at five in the morning and wake you and Ralph.” Erica grinned at me and pinched my thigh as she flipped channels on the remote. “Told you he’d think of something good.”

“Ouch,” I protested, shoving her hand away and straining to hear. My mother had been adamant lately about limiting my time at the Nolan’s, and I really didn’t think she was going to relent.

“Great, thanks, Patty,” he said. I relaxed when I heard the smile in his voice. My whole body responded to it, and I knew he was thinking exactly what I was in that moment. “I’ll bring her home the day after tomorrow, safe and sound.” We were spending the night in a hotel room, all three of us. Michelle Kinnie was supposed to be in our group, too, but she had backed out at the last minute.

“All set!” He smiled at me from the doorway. “You’ve got your stuff, don’t you?”

I nodded, my eyes meeting his and feeling something tingly in my lower belly. I patted the couch beside me and he came to sit down between us, putting his arm around me and leaning in to give me a kiss. I still felt a little shy around Erica, but I couldn’t resist kissing him back and wanting more. His hand slipped down my waist, squeezing there, and I knew he did, too.

“Ok, you two, get a room already!” Erica rolled her eyes and stopped her channel surfing at Ed, Edd n Eddy.

Mr. Nolan put his arm around Erica’s shoulders and kissed her on the top of the head. “Well, you two better go get all dressed up, because it looks like we’re going out tonight after all.”

Erica frowned up at him. “Are you sure you want me tagging along?”

“Don’t be silly.” I reached over to pinch her thigh, like she had done to me.

“Somewhere yummy?” Erica stood and stretched, her blouse pulling out of her uniform skirt.

“Somewhere interesting… and expensive.” He leaned back and looked at her as she cocked her hip at him. “Put on the dressiest thing you’ve got, both of you.”

“Yay!” I clapped my hands. “Come on, Erica, let’s go get dolled up.” He stood, giving me a hand up. “I have reservations for seven, ladies, so don’t take too long in the bathroom, alright?”

Erica was already heading toward the stairs and I felt Mr. Nolan’s hand move over my ass as I slipped by him, giving me a good squeeze. I smiled back at him and followed Erica into her room.

“Dressy, something dressy.” She flipped through her closet. “Nuh-uh… too prom… too 80’s… ugh. I have nothing. We can’t go.”

“What about this?” I pulled out a short, shiny red satin dress.

Erica raised an eyebrow at me. “Um… if you want to wear something that screams ‘I am a whore’… all right then.”

I rolled my eyes at her and hung it back up. “I think you just don’t want to go.”

“I do, too!” She folded her arms and leaned against the wall with a scowl.

Then her eyes brightened, her face changing. “I got it!” She grabbed my arm and I followed her across the hall to Mr. Nolan’s office. It was a third bedroom, really, but it had a desk and a computer and filing cabinets. We didn’t spend a lot of time in there. Erica opened the closet and started flipping through clothes.

“These were my mother’s.” She pulled out a short, light pink dress. It had spaghetti straps and criss-cross trim over the bodice. I watched as Erica stripped down to her white panties and slid it over her head. The skirt was layered asymmetrically, the underskirt barely coming to mid-thigh and the sheer layers almost touching her knees.

She twirled in it, smiling over at me. “Well?”

“It’s adorable,” I said. “You look like a fairy princess.”

“A sexy fairy princess I hope.” She frowned.

I laughed. “Yes. Definitely.”

“Well, do you see anything you want to wear?” She waved me into the closet. I sifted through the material, soft, silky, velvety, trying to decide.

“Oooohh, look at this one!” I pulled out a gorgeous, strapless rust-colored dress, with a ruched bust and empire waist. It was a silk chiffon with a scalloped hem, and the pattern on it was a cross between something oriental and paisley, I couldn’t decide which.

“That’s totally vintage.” Erica held it up to me. “Try it on.” I did, straightening the bust, which I kept threatening to fall out of, and asking, “Well?”

“Perfect.” She smiled. “My dad is gonna melt into a puddle when he sees you.”

I beamed at her and we spent the next hour in the bathroom, putting on our make-up and doing each other’s hair. I had a lot more hair to deal with, but Erica took the time to curl it and put it up, and when I put on heels and looked into the mirror, I really felt all grown-up.

Erica’s blonde hair was finer and shorter than mine, but she had enough for me to pull up and make short little curls, which made her look even more pixie-like in her pink fairy dress.

“Let’s go make an entrance.” Erica pulled at my hand.

At the top of the stairs, I hesitated. “You first.”

She went down, and I heard her father gasp and everything went very quiet.

“Daddy?” Erica’s voice was trembling.

“Oh my god,” he murmured, and I couldn’t help peeking around the railing to see him coming toward her, his eyes sweeping over her. “You look… beautiful.” He hugged her, tilting her chin up and kissing her mouth. It was a short kiss, but it was a kiss and something clenched in my belly. “You look exactly like your mother.” He smiled down at her.

“Okay, stop.” Erica pulled away from him. “Before you make me cry and run my mascara.”

“Leah?” He looked up the stairwell, and I started down, careful in my heels.

Erica was standing beside him, smiling up at me, but I could only see his eyes, they way slipped up my long, slender legs, past the hemline of the dress, lingering on the bodice before meeting mine.

“Well?” I asked, twirling.

He cleared his throat, and the expression on his face was odd, almost perplexed. “You’re stunning.”

“Told you!” Erica grinned. “But I bet she doesn’t look like my mother.”

“No,” he breathed, touching my cheek. “She looks like her mother.” I laughed. “I don’t know if that’s a compliment.”

“When she was young.” He returned my smile. “Are you ready?” I frowned at him, cocking my head. “Yeah, let’s go.”

“I get to drive!” Erica held her hand out for the keys. We both groaned, but he gave them to her, and we managed to make it to the restaurant without a major accident, even though she blew through two stop signs and blamed it on her platform heels.

“Alinea’s!” I gasped when we got out of the car. I’d been too busy covering my eyes and praying on the way over to pay attention where we were going.

“I told you-expensive.” Mr. Nolan’s hand was pressed into the small of my back as he steered me into the restaurant and Erica followed.

“My mom loves this place,” I whispered as we were met by the maitre’d.

“You’ve been here?” Mr. Nolan looked disappointed as he gave the man his name.

“No.” I shook my head as he held out my seat. The maitre’d held Erica’s for her, and she smiled a thank you up at him. It was the first time I noticed that he was young-and cute. “She just talked about it until my ears were bleeding.” My voice was hushed as I stared around at the strange, modern decor.

“I feel like I’m on the set of Star Trek,” Erica whispered.

Mr. Nolan laughed and ordered a bottle of wine. When it arrived, he poured three glasses, and Erica and I grinned at each other but didn’t say anything as we sipped it.

“My name is Charles and I’ll be your server this evening. Have you been to Alinea before?” It was the cute maitre’d who had seated us and brought us the bottle of wine. I shook my head at him, but he was looking at Erica.

“I have.” Mr. Nolan smiled. “But you can give the girls the full treatment.”

“Oh yes, Charles,” Erica purred, practically batting her eyes at him. “I’d love the full treatment.”

“Subtle, Erica,” I whispered under my breath, feeling Mr. Nolan chuckling silently beside me.

“We have two options on our menu, the tasting experience, or the tour…” Charles went on, but I wasn’t listening to him, because Mr. Nolan’s hand had found its way to my knee and his index finger was tracing lazy circles up the skin of my inner thigh, sending shivers through me.

I glanced at him, but his attention was focused on the waiter, or at least it seemed to be, except his hand kept pushing my dress up higher. His fingers reached my panties, brushing over the slightly damp crotch and I gulped, crossing my legs and turning slightly away from him.

He raised his eyebrows and, leaning in toward me, he whispered, “I want the tasting experience.”

I nudged him playfully with my shoulder, turning my attention back to Charles. He seemed to be waiting for something.

“The tour,” Mr. Nolan told him. “I’m giving the girls a real treat tonight.” He nodded, smiling at Erica as he passed and she looked over at me with stars in her eyes.

“Isn’t he adorable?”

I looked after his retreating form. “You could do worse.”

“We are not taking home any cute waiters.” Mr. Nolan raised his eyebrow at Erica.

She laughed. “Oh come on, Dad, can’t I keep him?”

“Shh!” I motioned with my eyes as Charles came back with three small plates and put one before each of us. I stared at the tiny white and pink blob balanced precariously on a delicate leaf. Erica met my eyes and I tried not to laugh at the look on her face.

“This is our first course of twenty-four.” Charles smiled. “A frozen lozenge of sour cream, topped with a layer of shaved salmon, sitting on a sorrel leaf.” We were really supposed to eat it?! I looked over at Mr. Nolan and he nodded to me. Erica was poking at it with her fork, like she was sure it was going to spring back to life somehow.

“You can use the shoot as a handle.” Charles leaned down to her, pointing out the leaf stem.

“Oh.” Erica’s eyes widened at me, as if she were asking me for a way out.

“After you,” I said, watching her glance up at Charles and smile weakly as she picked the leaf up by the stem like she was holding a rat by the tail.

“Here goes!” She popped the whole thing into her mouth and began to chew. I watched, waiting for her to grab her napkin and spit it out, but she didn’t.

She looked up at him in surprise. “Hey, that’s good!” He nodded, looking pleased, and he said to Mr. Nolan. “I’ll return in a moment with your next course.”

“Try it.” Mr. Nolan picked his up and put it into his mouth.

I didn’t want to disappoint him, so I put it into my mouth, chewing quickly and grabbing for my water, but it wasn’t half as bad as I imagined it would be.

The sour cream and salmon made a lovely texture together on my tongue.

“How many courses did he say?” I saw him coming back with another tray of plates.

“Twenty-four,” Erica said dreamily, her chin resting in her hand.

“We’re going to be here all night!” I exclaimed, glancing at Mr. Nolan.

“I hope so,” Erica agreed, sitting up straighter as Charles approached.

“Anticipation,” Mr. Nolan whispered into my ear, his hand slipping its way up the outside of my thigh this time.

“Your second course is a two-toned spiral of paper-thin cucumber with a layer of dehydrated mango inside.” Charles whisked away our empty plates and set down new ones with one appetizer on each.

“They must have to wash a lot of dishes,” I whispered to Mr. Nolan and he chuckled.

Erica had already popped it into her mouth. “Mmmm! It’s like a fruit roll-up!” I laughed, and when I tasted it, the flavor was mellow and sweet and quite good.

“Expensive fruit roll-up.” Mr. Nolan shook his head at Erica when Charles left again, off to get our third course.

“Hey, what can I say?” Erica shrugged, sipping her wine. “That’s my frame of reference.”

“I suppose that’s my fault,” he remarked, leaning over and kissing her cheek. “I probably fed you too much Kraft macaroni and not enough brie.”

“How many courses again?” I sighed, nudging him under the table with my foot.

He smiled back at me, leaning in to whisper, “None of this tastes as good as you do.”

“Here he comes!” Erica turned in her seat and crossed her legs, so her dress rode up high on her thigh. I saw both Charles and Mr. Nolan glance at her hemline, so while Erica listened with rapt attention as the waiter talked about snap peas and yuba and lemon puree, I slid my hand over Mr. Nolan’s thigh.

He shifted in his seat as I used my nails to scratch lightly over the thin material of his trousers, inching up his leg. His body stiffened when I edged between his thighs, my fingers walking up his zipper under the table. There was no tablecloth to hide what I was doing, but the lights were relatively dim.

“What did you think of that one?” Mr. Nolan asked Erica, clearing his throat as Charles left to retrieve the next course.

“Yummy!” she said. “Did you see that little air-filled pillow thingie they were floating on? That was so cool! Totally Star Trek!”

“Yeah, we’re eating tribbles next.” I smiled as my fingers traced Mr.

Nolan’s growing length through his pants. Just feeling him get hard made my panties damp, and I found that sweet, sensitive ridge and rubbed it through the material.

“Leah,” Mr. Nolan’s voice was lower, a little more strained, and I petted him there a little faster, pressing harder. “What… what do think?”

“Who can say no to a gourmet meal?” I smiled, using my thumb there now, back and forth, imagining my tongue there and wondering if he was, too.

“Better than fast food!” Erica exclaimed, straining to see toward the kitchen.

“But I don’t have any objection to fast food…” I leaned over to murmur into Mr. Nolan’s ear, squeezing his cock hard enough that he made a low noise in his throat. Erica was still turned, waiting for Charles to reappear, and I took advantage of the opportunity, my breasts spilling over the top of my dress as I pressed myself against Mr. Nolan and whispered into his ear. “Or a fast fuck.” His eyes widened as Charles reappeared with our next course. Erica was flirting with him again, asking him about the strange-shaped concoction on the plate, but I wasn’t really listening. My hand was working over the bulge in Mr.

Nolan’s trousers, up and down the hard length of him. His hand slipped over the top of my leg, heading between my thighs, and I opened my legs for his probing fingers, biting my lip as he reached the damp crotch of my panties.

I smiled at Charles and murmured a thank you as he set my plate down while Mr. Nolan’s fingers pet my pussy through my panties, rubbing my swollen lips through the material. His cock was throbbing under my hand, straining against the material.

“Oh Charles, this is fantastic!” Erica exclaimed and he smiled, moving towards her. She tilted her face up to him, motioning for him to lean in so she could talk to him.

I leaned over and nuzzled Mr. Nolan’s ear and neck. “Meet me by the bathrooms.”

“Leah…” He met my eyes, his finger nudging my panties aside and sliding between my lips. I rocked my hips, urging him inside, while I pressed his cock in a slow rhythm, squeeze, release, squeeze, release.

Erica was whispering something into Charles’ ear and I stood, dropping my napkin onto my seat and brushing against Mr. Nolan as I passed. I didn’t say anything to Erica, but her eyes followed me for a moment, so I knew she noticed.

I found the bathrooms near the back of the restaurant and I waited in the little alcove, my heart racing and my mouth dry.

I smiled politely to a tall, leggy blonde as she went into the women’s bathroom, catching the scent of her perfume and beyond that, the clean, light smell of an expensive restaurant restroom. In the brief moment before the door swung shut again, I saw a lounge area with long, cushioned benches.

“Leah.” I kissed him before he could say anything else, my tongue searching for his and my thigh seeking the stiff heat between his legs. He pressed me into the wall with a low grunt, his hands moving over me all at once, and I strained and arched against him, wanting more.

“Please,” I begged as we rocked against the wall, his body blocking my view, his hands covering my breast, rubbing my nipples through the material. The wet throb between my legs was almost too much to bear.

“Where?” he chuckled, but just as breathless as I was, gasping into my mouth as I found his cock again, rubbing there.

“Anywhere,” I moaned, his hand cupping my mouth through my dress. “Oh god, please…”

He looked at me, his eyes searching for a moment and then he grinned.

“Stay here.”

I leaned back against the wall, panting and squeezing my trembling thighs together. The women’s restroom door opened at Mr. Nolan slipped into the men’s room, and the blonde gave me a brief look as she passed, her heels clicking briefly on the tile before she moved into the carpet.

“Leah.” I turned toward his voice, still feeling dazed with the intensity of my own lust, and saw him peering through a crack in the door. “Come on.” I glanced out into the restaurant and then moved toward the men’s room door. Mr. Nolan pulled me in, pressing me against the door as he kissed me, his hands pushing the top of my dress fully down, his hands cupping and kneading my breasts. I gasped when his mouth moved down to them, licking and sucking at my nipples.

“There’s no one in here now,” he murmured, making a low growling noise against my breast. “But we can’t count on that…”

“Oh god,” I whispered, arching my back and wrapping my leg around his.

“Where? Please…”

“Yes,” he murmured, turning me and pushing me in front of him through the lounge and into a tiled room with sinks and urinals lining one wall and stalls lining the other. “In here.”

The black metal door swung open and he closed and locked it behind us. I sat on the toilet, my knees weak, looking up at him as I grabbed his hips in my hands, nuzzling my cheek against his crotch.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” he whispered as I unzipped and found him, freeing his stiff length and taking him into my mouth. I made soft noises as I sucked him, taking the length of him as far into my throat as I could while I worked the hem of my dress upward. My pussy was aching to be touched.

“Oh baby,” he murmured, his hand slipped behind my head and pulling me in deeper as I slipped my fingers past the elastic band of my panties and through the soft, swollen lips, searching for my throbbing clit. “That’s so good.” My soft moan around his cock was my only answer as I started to rub myself in fast circles, letting him pull my head, use my throat for his pleasure. My eyes traveled up the swinging pattern of his tie, searching his face and finding the lust there irresistible.

“Oh wait,” he whispered, easing out of my mouth. His cock was so slick and wet with my saliva that it dripped onto the white tile between my open thighs.

“Think we can get back before the next course?” I smiled.

“Let’s find out,” he groaned, leaning down and grabbing me with one arm, pulling me in to him and kissing me before turning me around and bending me over the toilet, shoving my dress high up to my waist and pulling my panties down just enough so he could probe between my smooth, fat lips.

“Jesus, you’re wet!” He tickled my clit and making me moan.

“Oh, don’t,” I cried, wiggling back against him. “Please don’t tease… put it in me.”

“You want it?” He rubbed his cock up and down my slit, seemingly not in any hurry.

I pressed my hands to the tile wall, spreading my legs wider and looking back over my shoulder at him. I knew what I must look like-my dress bunched at my waist, my breasts swinging free, my ass up in the air, my long legs in their strappy heels spread wide on the tile-I knew I looked like a slut, and I was. I wanted it, I wanted him, and I saw how much he wanted me, too, in his eyes, the way he looked at me.

“You know I want it!” I tilted my hips for him and pressing back, feeling the tip right there, teasing me. “Fuck me, Rob-fuck my tight little cunt as hard as you can!”

He groaned at my words, guiding the steel heat of his cock into my wetness, his hands moving to my hips for leverage. I gasped at the thick, throbbing invasion, but my back arched for more, my pussy squeezing him involuntarily as he went in to the hilt.

“Do it!” I rocked and felt the tip of him moving deep inside of me. “Hard!” He started to move, burying the length of his cock into my flesh again and then again, working up to a fast rhythm, our flesh slapping together, the sound echoing in the large, tiled space. I used one hand pressed flat against the wall to keep my balance, but my other hand went between my legs to rub my clit as he pounded harder into me, making me moan.

“Harder,” I hissed, pressing back into the saddle of his hips and grinding there. “Oh fuck, Rob, harder!”

He grunted in response, driving deep, slamming into me so hard that it took my breath with each thrust, leaving me gasping, but I still wanted more. I couldn’t get enough of him. His fingers dug hard into my hips, his cock driving so deep it almost hurt, and I begged him for more-and he gave it to me.

“Oh baby,” I moaned, feeling that sweet, delicious heat spreading through my lower belly. “Oh please, come on, do it, make me come!”

“Yes!” He groaned, thrusting into me even faster. “Come for me, Leah.” The door opened-I heard the tell-tale squeak and froze-but my body refused to cooperate. I was too far gone.

“I’m gonna come!” I whimpered, and I felt his body stiffen, too, at the intrusion, his movements slower. He slipped a hand under my belly, holding me still, and he must have known or sensed what was coming, because his other hand moved to cover my mouth.

I moaned, I couldn’t help it, as my body let go, my clit throbbing with my climax, my pussy squeezing, contracting, looking to milk his cock as I came and came, the sensation making me shudder and buck against him. My cries and gasps were muffled against his hand, and his cock was still buried deep into me as my orgasm started to subside.

“Shh.” He moved his hand away from my mouth and I shivered, looking back at him, hearing the sound of someone walking across the tile, unzipping, urinating.

He put one finger to his mouth, slowly pulling out of me, and I bit my lip, watching the look of pleasure crossed with pain as he eased all the way out. I turned, leaning in and kissing him, trying to quiet my breathing, my heart still racing, as I took his cock in my hand.

It was my turn to put my finger to my lips as I sat on the toilet, pulling on the length of him until he was wedged between my legs. The urinal flushed out there as I took him into my mouth, tasting my pussy and his pre-cum mixed together while I swallowed him down, working him with my mouth and throat muscles.

My eyes never left his and he grabbed the back of my head again, his eyes closing as I sucked him deeper, feeling the swelling heat of him in my mouth. I knew he was close, and I was ready to swallow it, the ridges against my tongue seeming to expand, the vein underneath pulsing with his imminent release.

The sink started with a rush, and that’s when he came, shuddering and thrusting into my throat. I started to swallow as quietly as I could, the rush of hot fluid down my throat coming in fast, rhythmic waves. His face was twisted in pleasure as I milked his cock with my mouth and tongue, still licking and sucking as his climax started to ebb. I smiled up at him, hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, as I licked the head of his cock clean.

“How many courses do you think we missed?” I kissed the head of his cock.

“Brat!” He pulled me to a stand and kissed me, hard. “You’re too much.”

“Never enough.” I wiggled against him as I pulled up my panties and straightened my dress.

“You go out first.” He sighed, shaking his head, but he was smiling. “I’ll come after you.”

“Isn’t that how it just happened?” I teased, kissing his cheek and moving back so he could open the door.

“Go!” He slapped my ass like a horse out of the starting gate as I slipped by him out the stall door. “Try to be a good girl.”

“I keep trying… but it’s not working.” I laughed, smiling over my shoulder at him as I went through the lounge.

I checked my dress and hair in the mirror briefly before pulling the door open and heading back into the restaurant. I had lost all track or sense of time, and hoped that we hadn’t been gone that long. I also fervently hoped that Erica was still flirting with Charles and hadn’t really missed us.

“Leah?” I gasped, my hand going to my throat, and turned to see my mother coming out of the women’s bathroom. Her brow was knitted as she stared at the men’s room door closing behind me. “What…?”

“Oops, wrong door,” I said quickly. “Too dark in here, isn’t it?” She frowned, cocking her head at me. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh…” I swallowed, knowing that Mr. Nolan was going to be coming out behind me any moment. “We just came for dinner. We’re over there.”

“Want to go say hi?” I moved out of the alcove and breathed a sigh of relief as she followed me.

“Mr. Nolan brought you to Alinea’s?” She sounded incredulous and stopped in the alcove doorway, forcing me to stop, too.

“What are you doing here?” I changed the subject. “Did you guys have reservations?”

“Your father’s boss did,” she said as the door behind us squeaked open and I felt my heart drop with a thick thud somewhere in my middle. “He couldn’t make it, though, so he… Rob?” Mr. Nolan stood half in and half out of the men’s room. He couldn’t go back, and he didn’t want to come forward, but there was nothing else to do.

He put on an immediately bright face, smiling. “Patty! What a surprise to see you here!”

My mother looked back to me, her mouth thinning for a moment. “Yes… you too.”

“Well, Erica’s waiting at the table.” I edged sideways. “We should go…”

“Yes, your father’s waiting.” My mother’s eyes danced between me and Mr. Nolan.

“Good seeing you, Patty.” Rob nodded. “I’ll bring her home safe and sound the day after tomorrow.”

“Yes,” my mother said again as he moved past her, steering me by the elbow toward our table. I turned and waved briefly over my shoulder, my stomach lurching at the look on her face.

“She knows,” I whispered when we were far enough away. I saw the grim look on Mr. Nolan’s face but he just nodded once.

“Hey, there you are!” Erica exclaimed, and I was relieved to see that Charles was still at the table, sitting in Mr. Nolan’s seat and talking to her.

“My mom’s here,” I said, trying to tell her with my eyes, but she was too involved with the waiter to get it.

“It’s okay,” Mr. Nolan whispered as Charles moved and we sat. His hand squeezed mine under the table. “It’ll be okay.”

We ate our next course, and the one after that, nineteen more of them in all, although I lost count. It was just a blur of plates and strange-looking food after that and my stomach getting tied up in tighter and tighter knots.

When it was finally over, I saw Erica slip Charles her phone number. I also saw my parents as we were leaving the restaurant, but they didn’t see us. They weren’t talking. My father was drinking a martini and my mother had her chin in her hand and she was gazing at the floor, a distant look in her eyes.