Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed

CHAPTER SEVEN

I was okay as long as I could pretend it was just fun, or even fantasize that I was helping plan a romantic evening for us, but the truth kept hitting me, and it hurt. I was sitting in the Nolan’s kitchen dipping strawberries in chocolate with Erica and watching the only man I had ever slept with cook dinner for some other woman. My jaw clenched again at the thought, but I licked some stray chocolate off my fingers as Mr. Nolan drained the pasta in the sink, glancing over his shoulder at us.

“Don’t eat the chocolate,” he warned, seeing Erica licking her fingers, too.

She made a face, dipping her finger into the gooey stuff when he wasn’t looking and holding it out to me. I grinned, sucking her finger. The sweetness helped drown the bitter taste in my mouth and the way I was feeling about tonight.

“Now, you girls are going to be quiet as a church mouse, right?” he asked for the hundredth time that night.

“Yes, Dad.” Erica sighed, taking another strawberry out of the bowl and dipping it. “You won’t even hear our whiskers twitching.”

“You promise?” He looked past her to me, raising one of his dark eyebrows.

“Not a squeak.” I held up two fingers. “Girl Scouts honor.”

“That’s the Boy Scouts’ salute, brainiac.” Erica snorted, putting the strawberry down onto the waxed paper. “And we never did Girl Scouts.”

“We didn’t?” I ran my finger around the edge of the chocolate bowl while Mr. Nolan was fluffing the salad. “Why do I remember selling cookies?”

“Brownies.” Erica dipped the last strawberry and I looked longingly from it to Mr. Nolan.

“We sold brownies? Where was I?”

Erica dipped her finger into the chocolate bowl again. “No, we were in Brownies for a year, remember?”

I shook my head. “All I remember is Thin Mints and Tagalongs. Yum!” Mr. Nolan, cutting tomatoes, mumbled, “I was never a Scout, but I ate a Brownie, once.”

Erica and I both looked at each other, wide-eyed, and then cracked up.

“Dad!”

Mr. Nolan grinned, looking sheepish. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

“I wonder if Jennifer was a Brownie,” Erica teased, offering the chocolate bowl to me for a taste before she took it to the sink.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Mr. shook his head, still smiling. “Thank you both for your help, but it’s time for you to scurry upstairs.” My stomach lurched and I sucked hard at my finger, hoping to find some more sweetness. I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t happening anymore. He was hurrying us off so he could have a date!

“Come on, Minnie.” Erica reached for my hand. “Let’s go make like mice.”

“I don’t even like cheese.” I pouted, taking her hand and looking back at Mr. Nolan as she pulled me out of the kitchen. He was standing at the sink, his arms folded, his eyes veiled. I wished I could tell what he was thinking, feeling, if it was anything close to the turmoil churning in my stomach.

Erica shut the door to her room behind us and I flopped onto her bed on my back with a sigh, putting my feet up against the wall. “Well, this sucks.”

“You can say that again.” She sat beside me.

I sighed again. “Do you think he really likes her?”

“I can count on one hand the dates he’s had in the past five years,” Erica said. “And I can count on one finger the number of second dates.”

“Does that include this date?” I asked and when she nodded, I frowned, swinging my feet down and sitting up. “Well, I guess that must mean he really likes her.”

Erica shrugged. “Either that or he’s really desperate. Considering the amount of porn under the bed and how many dates he’s been on, he’s obviously not getting laid.” I couldn’t say anything, so I bit my lip, twisting my hands in my lap. “However…” Erica went on, leaning back on her elbows on the pillow and looking at me. “I can’t say that much for myself…anymore…” It took a moment for what she said to sink in as I stared at her. She grinned when she saw the dawning look on my face.

I squealed and clutched her leg. “You’re kidding me? You had sex!”

“Very good!” She laughed, her eyes bright. “I’ll take fornication for a thousand, Alex!”

My jaw dropped. “Oh my god. I can’t believe it.”

“Believe it.” She looked pleased, even a little smug.

We were quiet for a moment, and I couldn’t help remembering that night in Mr. Nolan’s bed. I couldn’t tell her about it, of course—and that bothered me. I told Erica everything.

She cocked her head, giving me a puzzled look. “Don’t you want to know what it was like?”

“Yes!” I said quickly. “Tell me everything! Who, when, where, how?”

“Yesterday. Storm cellar of the church.” She grinned. “It was Colonel Mustard with the candlestick.”

I laughed. “Come on, have some sympathy for the Clue less over here… gimme details.”

“It was Bobby, of course.” She curled around her pillow and propped herself up on her elbow. “He met me down there yesterday, and we were making out, just like we always do…”

While I was in confession, I realized. There I was, admitting to Father Michael that I had given my virginity to my best friend’s dad, while my best friend was losing her own!

“He was licking me,” she went on. “You know how I love that.” I nodded, remembering just how much she loved it. “I was so close to coming… you know that feeling… so close, but not quite there?”

“Yes.” I wiggled into a more comfortable position on her bed, squeezing my legs together.

“And he started telling me how much he wanted me.” Erica pulled at a loose thread on her bedspread, biting her lip. “Begging me, really… telling me how good it would feel to be inside me. I was so close… and I just… said yes…”

“Just like that?” I breathed, shaking my head.

She nodded, pulling at the thread. “So he put it in me…” I closed my eyes, remembering that moment, the first time Mr. Nolan entered me. I thought I was going to die. I opened my eyes and asked, “Did it hurt?”

“Not really.” She shook her head. “I was so turned on by then… and the look on his face. Oh my god, Leah, it was like he’d just entered heaven.” It was Mr. Nolan’s face I saw, that look of bliss. I had such a longing to tell her about it, to share my experience, too, but I knew I couldn’t.

“And then he started to fuck me,” she said in a low voice, her eyes bright. I made a little noise, squeezing my thighs together. “I can’t even describe it… it felt so good, having him inside of me, pushing into me like that. He was like an animal, groaning and shoving his cock in me.”

My pussy responded to her words. The crotch of my panties was already damp. “Did you come?”

“Twice,” she smiled. “I was rubbing myself off, and I was so close anyway, that I came almost the minute he slid inside of me. Then he started fucking me, and that… oh god…”

She moaned, throwing her arm over her head. “That was too much… I had to come again.”

“And did he…?”

“All over my belly and my pussy,” she assured me, leaning up on her elbow again. “He pulled out and came all over me.”

I sighed, remembering Mr. Nolan’s cock in my hand, how hard and throbbing it was when he came. Swallowing hard, I realized that he and the blonde might end up together in his room tonight, doing that very thing. The thought made me crazy.

“I bet your dad is going to have sex tonight.” I frowned.

Erica sat up, her mouth tight. “Not if I can help it. Come on.”

“What?” I sat up, cocking my head at her.

“I love him, but sex on the second date?” She made a face. “I made Bobby wait two years. Miss Jennifer Hot Legs can wait at least until date number three.” I followed her toward the door as she cracked it and listened. “If there is a third date.” She looked over her shoulder at me with a smile.

“What are you planning?” I followed her out the door.

She put her finger to her lips, moving across the hall and opening her father’s door. Downstairs, I could hear music and the sound of a woman’s laughter. The date had officially started.

“Erica?” I whispered as she turned on the light and shut his door behind us.

She was pulling the boxes out from under the bed, and I stared, my jaw dropped.

“The way I figure it…” She put both boxes up on the comforter and taking off the lids. There they were-hundreds of magazines and dozens of tapes. “If they come up here to have sex, they’ll have a little surprise waiting for them on the bed.”

I blinked, and then grinned. “Lucy, I don’t think Ricky is gonna like this. You’re gonna have some serious ‘splainin’ to do tomorrow!”

“Don’t worry, Ethel.” She smiled, hooking her arm in mine and leading me back toward the door. “Ricky will be so embarrassed at having a porn collection in the first place, that he won’t even mention it. Trust me.”

“Are you sure?” I whispered when we crept back to her room.

“Positive.” She shut the door and leaning against it. “He won’t say a word.”

“How do you know?” I pressed, shaking my head.

Erica came to sit next to me on the bed and cleared her throat.

“Because… he caught me masturbating in his room a few days ago, and just turned around and walked out and never said a thing to me.” I stared, my heart beating hard. “Oh my god. You’re kidding.”

“Nope.” She got up and went to her drawers, looking through and pulling out a t-shirt. “Here, you can sleep in this.”

“So how is putting his porn collection on the bed going to work?” I started to unbutton my blouse. “I don’t get it.”

Erica, wiggling her skirt down, rolled her eyes. “If he was that embarrassed catching me masturbating… and he’s so ashamed of having a porn collection that he won’t even talk to me about it… do you think he’s going to want to share it on his first night with Miss Easy down there?” I sighed, getting undressed. Somehow there seemed to be a hole in her plan, although I wasn’t sure where it was. It bothered me all night, while we tried to actually get some work done on our senior project, but every few minutes, I could hear the blonde laughing downstairs. She was really going overboard, I thought.

Erica fell fast asleep that night, but I rolled around on the floor in the sleeping bag, desperately wanting to know if Lucy’s wacky plan had really worked. I hadn’t heard them come up, at least, I thought I hadn’t. But I couldn’t hear them downstairs anymore, either. There was no more music, no more throaty laugh.

Had she gone home? Were they sleeping in his bed? The thought made my hands curl into fists, my nails digging into my palms. Finally, I couldn’t stand it. I got up and crept toward the bathroom. There was no light in his room. That was a good sign-I hoped.

I turned the bathroom doorknob, easing the door open and reaching for the other door-the one that led to his room. I had to know. I didn’t care if she was there, I just had to know. Okay, that was a lie, I cared, way too much, and I could feel how much in the way my heart pounded in my chest as I turned the knob.

“I’m not in there,” Mr. Nolan whispered, stepping out of the darkness and putting his arm around my waist, pulling me away from the door. I would have screamed in surprise, but his hand went over my mouth. “But that’s not what you want to know, is it?”

I gasped, whirling around in his arms. He must have been sitting on the edge of the tub in the darkness, I reasoned, my heart hammering in my chest.

“What are you doing?” I hissed as he shut the door quietly and turned on the nightlight over the sink.

“Waiting for you.”

I leaned back against the counter, staring up at him. I could see the truth of it on his face, raw and even painful.

“Did she go home?” I whispered, conscious of Erica sleeping in the other room.

He swallowed and shook his head. His eyes were pleading with me, trying to tell me something, but I couldn’t understand. “No. She’s sleeping in my bed.”

“Why?” I felt tears stinging my eyes and I willed them not to fall. “What did I do?”

He sighed, closing his eyes and running a hand through his hair. “Oh Leah… nothing. Everything. I don’t know.”

“Do you really like her?” I whispered, blinking fast and taking a step toward him. He didn’t move back, and we were almost belly to belly. “Is she… is she what you want?”

He opened his eyes and looked down at me, his arms hanging at his sides, his head down. He looked defeated. “No.”

“Then why?” I hissed, shoving at his chest with the flat of my palm. “You asked her out again! You cooked her dinner! You slept with her! Why?!”

“I don’t know!” He shook his head. “Why did you do what you did? Putting the magazines and videos on my bed? Was it supposed to scare her off?” I sighed, crossing my arms. “That was Erica’s idea, not mine.”

“Erica?” He frowned.

I shrugged, acting like I didn’t care if he believed me. “This isn’t fair.”

“No,” he admitted, moving forward a little, lifting my chin. “It’s really not.”

“I just want to know why.” I met his eyes. I could feel my chin quivering in his hand and tried to stop it, but I couldn’t. “Please just tell me why.”

“You want to know why?” His eyes flashed in the dimness, moving over my face. “Fine, I’ll tell you why. For the same reason I was sitting here at one in the morning, waiting for you.”

I stared up at him, my eyes wide.

He shook his head, looking pained. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Leah.

Everywhere I go, everything I do, there you are. I can’t get you out of my head.” My throat and chest tightened at his words and I nodded. I knew exactly how he felt.

“I thought…” He swallowed, his hand moving down my neck, over my shoulder, his eyes following the curve there. “I thought that if I moved on, I could stop this… crazy thinking. This feeling I have for you…”

“What feeling?” I pressed against him. “Tell me.”

“Leah…” He whispered my name, using his thumb to rub over my lips. “I took her to bed tonight, yes, I did. I fucked her senseless, until I couldn’t see straight—” His words shot arrows into my heart and I felt the sting of them in my chest. “And every time I closed my eyes, I saw your face.” He pressed me back toward the counter with the weight of his body. “It wasn’t her I was touching… or kissing… or fucking… it was you, Leah. Every minute I was with her, I was wishing it was you.”

“Oh god.” I reached up and put my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to mine.

It was like sinking into something dark and warm and soft, the safest place I’d ever been. His arms pulled me against him, his mouth slanting across mine, hungry, sucking at my tongue. I moaned against his lips, pressing my thigh between his, finding his cock hard in his shorts.

“Please!” I tugged at my panties with one hand as he sucked at my throat, biting there, his breath ragged already.

His hands were lifting me onto the counter, yanking my panties down and probing between my legs. Just being with him made me wet and his fingers slipped inside as he kissed me again, his mouth taking me, his tongue pressed deep. I rocked against his hand, gasping for breath, spreading my legs wide and then wrapping them around his waist.

His cock was hot against my thigh, even through his shorts, and I reached for it, rubbing the material. He groaned against my mouth, panting as he broke the kiss and knelt on the floor between my legs, burying his face there.

“Oh god!” I grabbed his hair, pulling him into me.

“Shhhhh,” he urged, and I tried to be quiet, but his tongue was like liquid fire over my clit, licking me until I was straining against him, wanting more, more.

I pulled my shirt off over my head, playing with my nipples as he sucked at the wet, pink flesh between my lips.

“Yes!” I put my feet up on his shoulders and leaning back on my elbows, exposing myself completely.

“Oh put your fingers in me!” I begged, and he did, fucking me with his hand, two fingers stretching me open, plunging deep into my pussy. The wet, rhythmic sound filled the bathroom.

“Your cock.” I sat up and slid down off the counter. “Put it in me.” He stood, kissing me again as I helped him with his shorts, grabbing onto the length of him and squeezing hard. That made him grunt and grit his teeth, his eyes closing a little. “Do you want me?” I tugged, twisting my hand, rubbing my thumb over the wet tip. “Do you want to fuck me, Mr. Nolan?”

“Brat!” He chuckled, grabbing my shoulders and turning me away from him.

I gasped, feeling his hand on my back, pressing my belly to the cold counter. I could see him standing behind me in the mirror, his cock hard and aimed toward my ass.

“You wanna be fucked, little girl?” He ran his hands over the swell of my ass, reaching between my legs and spreading my lips. His fingers moved up and down that slit, teasing my clit, my hole.

“Yes!” I nodded, meeting his eyes in the mirror, tilting my pelvis, going up on my tiptoes.

“Tell me.” The head of his cock rubbed up and down in my wetness, making me squirm and moan. “Shhh, Leah… we don’t want to wake them.” I gasped, feeling the pressure of his cock there, right there. “Fuck me,” I whispered. “Fuck me good and hard.”

He grabbed my hips, sliding his cock in deep on the first try, making me whimper with the size of him. I took it all, and asked for more, as he started moving inside of me, pressing me against the counter with every thrust. I watched him in the mirror, his eyes moving over my body as he drove into me, my nipples grazing the counter, my breath fogging the mirror with my gasps.

I reached under my belly, between my legs, circling my clit with my fingers. It was swollen and aching to be touched, but I couldn’t help slipping my hand up further, feeling the place where he was pressed into my flesh, the skin taut around the shaft. His balls were heavy, slapping against my hand, and the only sound was our bodies coming together again and again in the dimness.

“You feel so good!” His hands tightened, gripping my ass and hips as he drove in harder.

“Yes!” I gasped, my fingers searching out my clit again, rubbing hard and fast, keeping up with his rhythm. It felt so good, I wanted to moan, scream, writhe on the bathroom counter underneath him, but I couldn’t. Instead, I just watched him fuck me through half-closed eyes, my breath steaming the mirror as I rubbed myself off, the sight of him, his eyes on me, filling me with lust.

“I’m close!” He whispered a warning, and I could see it on his face, the grimace, holding back, waiting. I rubbed myself faster, wanting to meet him, feeling my clit like a wet pulse under my fingers.

“Come for me!” I squeezed my pussy around his cock, making him hiss and bite his lip. “Come all over my ass.”

He pulled back and I almost cried out with the loss of his cock filling me, and then I felt him coming, and I could see it in the mirror, his cock thrusting into his fist, shooting streams of cum over my ass. I could feel the hot wet trails they made on my skin, pooling in my lower back, dripping down the crack of my ass toward my pussy.

“Oh god!” I pressed my cheek to the mirror and closed my eyes, his cum making a fast river between my lips toward my aching clit. It was the very moment that his hot cum touched me there that I came, rubbing the thick, white fluid into my pussy, my whole body convulsing with my orgasm.

When it was over, he pulled me to standing, turning me around and kissing me, hard, deep, desperate. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around him, wanting even more.

When our breath had come back, he kissed my hair, holding me close, rocking me back and forth as we stood there in the middle of the bathroom with Erica sleeping on one side of us and his new girlfriend (she’s not his girlfriend, I am!) on the other.

“What are we going to do, Leah?” he whispered into my hair, squeezing me so tight I couldn’t breathe. “What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered back, and I didn’t.