Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed

CHAPTER EIGHT

“He wants you to what?” I hugged my books to my chest as we walked home.

“A lot of girls do.” Erica tucked her hair behind her ear and looking sideways at me. “I just thought… maybe we could do each other?” I stopped and stared at her, my mouth open. She grabbed my arm, rolling her eyes as she pulled me along.

“It’ll be easier, you have to admit,” she went on as I stumbled after her.

“What if something happens?” I watched her take her key out as we approached her front door.

Erica turned the key in the lock, shoving the door open. “What could happen?”

“Oh, I don’t know, a freak razor accident?” I made a face as we stepped into the coolness of her living room. We both headed for the kitchen out of habit, like we did every day, looking for something to eat.

“It’s not like we’d be using a straight razor or anything!” Erica opened the refrigerator and frowned. “And it would be a heck of a lot safer than us trying to do it by ourselves!” She let the door go and opened a cupboard, but I grabbed the handle, keeping the fridge open to peer inside. “Besides…” Erica grabbed a banana off the counter. “It’s not like we haven’t seen each other… and stuff…” I blushed, sticking my face further into the fridge. “Hey, can I have these leftover chocolate-covered-strawberries?”

“Sure.” She slid up onto the counter, kicking off her shoes and swinging her stocking feet against the cupboard below. “So, what do you say?” I bit into a strawberry, chewing thoughtfully. “Guys really like it?” She nodded, her eyes bright. “Guys love it. And I hear it makes things even more sensitive down there.”

“More sensitive?” I raised my eyebrows and swallowed sweetness.

“Especially when you’re being licked.”

My eyes met hers and she smirked, taking another bite of her banana. I wondered what Mr. Nolan would think, if he would find it more sexy. Then I remembered all the girls in the magazines and on the videos. Most of them were shaved smooth, or mostly, anyway. Would he be surprised? I imagined pulling my panties down to show him, spreading my lips, and felt a hot jolt between my legs at the thought.

“Okay.” I opened the fridge and grabbed another strawberry. They were starting to get a little soft, but they still tasted good. “Let’s do it.” Erica slid off the counter, downing the rest of her banana and tossing her peel in the garbage. I followed her upstairs, licking chocolate off my fingers.

“This can’t be any harder than shaving your legs.” Erica looked in the bathroom cupboard for razors and shaving cream. “Will you get towels?” I opened the linen closet, taking out two of them. “Who goes first?” She stood, taking the towels from me. “You pick, since it was my idea.”

“Do me first.” I frowned. “Before I chicken out.”

“Okay.” Erica reached under the sink and got a little tub and filled it with water. “Put a towel on the toilet and sit down.”

I did as she instructed while she arranged everything next to me on the area rug.

“Um…” She smiled, cocking her head. “You have to take your panties off, at least.”

“Oh, right.” I blushed, standing and hiking my uniform skirt up to hook my thumbs in the elastic waistband of my panties and pull them down. “Should I take my skirt off, too?”

“Just hold it out of the way.” Erica pushed it up to my waist as I sat down, so she could look between my legs. “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” I pulled my knees back with my hands and peered down between my thighs.

“Here goes nothing…” She shook the bottle of shaving cream and pointed it between my legs, squirting some on. I squirmed as her fingers rubbed it in, over the dark hair between my legs. “Now for the moment of truth… do you want any hair left at all?”

I shrugged. “How do you want yours?”

“Bald as a baby.” She grinned, the razor poised over my mound.

“Then let’s be twins.” I closed my eyes as the razor drew closer to my skin.

I tried not to jump when the razor began sliding down my pussy lips. I could feel the warm water Erica was using to rinse the blade dribbling down between my legs to dampen the towel. My curiosity got the better of me and I had to open my eyes to see what she was doing, and I knew I was going to be my turn, eventually, to do this to her.

The razor was making a path over my mound, taking the long, curly hairs with it. She had to go over the same spot several times to get it smooth, and my hands, holding my knees back, began to ache. Her fingers followed the same path, first down my lips, and then upward again, rinsing the razor after every swipe.

When she spread me open and ran the razor along the edge of my lips, I bit my lip to keep from gasping. Her fingers moved between my legs and sent shivers through me. My clit was starting to throb for attention and I couldn’t help watching Erica’s tongue sneak out of her mouth as she concentrated.

“Feel.” She cocked her head, frowning, as she took my hand and put it between my legs. I let my knees down and my thighs trembled as I rubbed my fingers over my now-smooth labia.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, awed at the softness of the skin.

“Do you feel any rough spots?” She watched me caress my mound. I tried not to tease my clit, but I couldn’t help it-just a little bit.

“No,” I breathed, amazed at how good it felt to touch there now, with everything so open and exposed.

“Well, then I guess it’s my turn.” She stood, tossing the disposable razor in the trash and going over to the cupboard to get another one. I used the towel to wipe myself clean as she emptied the tub and refilled it with more warm water.

“What’s it feel like?” She spread the clean towel on the toilet and lifted her skirt so she could push her panties down over her thighs.

“Different.” I knelt in front of her and squeezed my legs together as she sat down. There was nothing between me and arousal, now, it felt like. It was always there, completely exposed.

She bit her lip, grabbing her knees and pulling them back like I had, opening her legs up for me. The moment I saw her pussy, I flashed back to that day on her dad’s bed, how I’d licked her until she came all over my face. The thought made my heart race and my hands tremble.

“Ready?” I rinsed the razor and put it up near the top of the shaving-cream covered mound. The curly blonde hairs there beaded with water as it fell off the blades.

“Go ahead,” she murmured, watching as I started, moving the razor over her skin.

I worked down first, the way she had, taking the long hairs off and rinsing them in the tub. Then I started upward, using my fingers to follow the blades, making sure I was getting it smooth. Soon there was nothing left, just her soft, open lips revealing the deep blush of her pussy inside.

“I think that’s it.” I moved my hand over her mound, checking for stray hairs. My fingers brushed her clit and I felt her jump, her eyes closing a little.

“Wanna feel?”

Watching her hand reach down between her legs made me want to touch myself, too. She rubbed her lips, up and down, with a lazy half-smile on her face.

“God, that feels good,” she whispered, teasing her clit. I nodded, swallowing, and tossed the razor into the garbage, wiping my hands on my towel.

She brought her towel up between her legs, rubbing it there, drying herself off as I took the tub to the sink and started to rinse it.

“Wanna go test out that theory?” She came up behind me and pressed her breasts against my back, her crotch into my bottom.

“What theory?” I asked, although I knew.

“Let’s see if it really does feel better when it’s licked.” She slid her hand up under my skirt and probed between my lips. There was nothing to stop her, and her finger slipped easily inside of me, making me gasp.

“Here?” My eyes closed as she started to finger me. “Now?”

“No.” She reached around and found my clit with her other hand. “On my dad’s bed. We can watch a movie.” I didn’t need a movie, feeling her touch between my legs was more than enough to get me aroused, but I didn’t say anything. She licked her finger when she took it out of me, giving me a devilish grin as we went into his room.

Erica started undressing, pulling off her blouse, unzipping her skirt. I watched, fascinated by her body, her soft curves, the hard pink nipples standing straight up when she freed them from her bra. She was naked in no time and crawling onto the bed.

“Come on.” She spread her legs and started to rub herself. “Pick a movie and get undressed.”

I slid my hand under the bed, searching, and pulled out a box. When I opened the lid, instead of finding movies, I discovered pictures. I flipped through the ones on top, family photos of Erica and her mom and dad. They all looked so happy. I put the lid back on and slid it back under the bed, finding the movie box and grabbing a random tape.

“Your dad won’t come home?” I asked over my shoulder as I shoved the tape in. The thought of Mr. Nolan discovering us made my heart race.

“Tax season,” she reminded me as the movie started and I came toward the bed. “Get undressed, Leah.”

I could feel the heat in my face as I started unbuttoning my blouse. I’d gotten undressed in front of Erica a hundred times before, but she had never looked at me like this, her eyes full of a strange, hungry light. Her fingers rubbed her clit faster as I unzipped my skirt, turning around before sliding it over my hips.

My knee socks were last, as I sat on the edge of the bed. My panties, I remembered, were still on the bathroom floor.

“You’ve got a really beautiful body.” Erica’s fingers grazed my hip as I turned to look at her. “Some guy is gonna be so lucky to have you.” I didn’t say anything-I couldn’t. She tugged my hand, pulling me down beside her on the bed. She turned towards me, so we were facing each other, belly to belly.

“Remember when we used to practice kissing?” She smiled and touched my lips.

They were still wet from her pussy, and I could smell her.

“Yes.” I nodded. “First pillows… then our hands…”

“Then each other,” she added, leaning over and touching her lips to mine.

They were soft and warm and her tongue slid between my teeth, searching, making me moan. Her hands cupped my face, her mouth exploring mine as we pressed our bodies together, our legs tangling.

She rolled onto me, her hips rocking, her tongue making circles with mine, and I could feel the heat of her pussy between my legs and wondered if she was as wet as I was. In the background, the movie was playing-I could hear moaning and the sounds of slapping flesh-but it was just noise. All my attention was on Erica as she cupped my breasts in her hands, rolling the nipples with her thumbs.

I gasped when she broke our kiss, my head spinning as she sucked first one nipple and then the other into her mouth, as if she were taste-testing, trying to see which she liked the best. She decided on the left, licking and sucking as her eyes met mine and her other hand squeezed the flesh of my breast in her hand.

Her breasts were flattened against my belly, and I reached down to touch one, slipping a hand between us and tugging at her nipple. She moaned, raising up a little, giving me more access. I used my palm, around and around, first lightly, then harder, kneading her flesh. She seemed to really like that-it made her suck my nipple hard.

“Ready to test that theory, yet?” Erica settled herself between my thighs. I looked down at her, seeing her mouth poised above me, and my whole body was aching to feel her tongue again. I arched my back, lifting my hips, and nodded.

She didn’t seem to be in a hurry, though. Her fingers slipped up and down between my lips, her eyes moving over my mound like she was seeing it for the first time.

“You’ve got such a pretty pussy.” She slipped a finger inside of me. I wiggled and moaned, feeling my blush and not even caring anymore. I liked her touching me, looking at me, and I wanted her tongue-oh my god, I wanted it.

“That feels good…” I squeezed her fingers with my pussy as they moved slowly in and out. She started feathering kisses over my lips, up and down, and I knew I was already moist there. Then her tongue teased me, making circles up and down my labia, never slipping between.

A loud moan came from the television, and I glanced at it. It was a movie I hadn’t seen, with a bleach blonde bent over a kitchen table and some guy fucking her from behind. Seeing his cock made me long for one buried inside of me, and I remembered Mr. Nolan bending me over like that, shoving into me, taking me.

“Do you think I have a pretty pussy?” Erica knelt up between my legs, spreading her lips. I moaned, seeing how pink she was inside.

“Yes.” My fingers brushed the now-smooth skin. “Beautiful.”

“I like our pretty pussies together…” She slid her knee over my thigh, straddling it and moving up.

“What are you doing?” I asked as she situated herself, moving her mound closer to mine, until our pussy lips were kissing as she rocked, her hand moving down there, too, spreading herself open, spreading me open.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned, the way our flesh melted into one another making me squirm against her, the soft, hairless skin of our pussies now like two mouths slanting across each other, our clits two sensitive tongues searching each other out.

“Oh, I like that!” Erica rolled her hips, faster and faster. I rocked to meet her, working my clit against her pussy, feeling her fingers moving, too. “Oh god, that’s so goooooood!”

I watched as she closed her eyes, her wet fingers moving up to her nipples, tugging and squeezing and pulling, turning them from pink to red.

Following her example, I rolled my nipples, too, making my thumbs wet first, increasing the sensation. She slowed a little, pressing her pussy hard into mine for a moment with a moan.

Then she opened her eyes and smiled at me. “I like being shaved.”

“Me, too.” I smiled back.

“Let’s test that theory for real.” She climbed off and stretched out beside me, her legs up by my head.

She grabbed my hips in her hands, rolling me onto her. I squealed, laughing as we settled together, my face poised above her mound, my legs spread over her head. I couldn’t see the movie, but I didn’t care, I hadn’t been paying attention to it, anyway. Her fingers were exploring again, and her hips rocked, pressing her pussy up toward my mouth.

My tongue moved right between her lips, not teasing, finding her clit and licking. Her pussy was so smooth! No hairs to tickle my nose this time as I plunged my tongue into the soft pink of her flesh, swallowing the taste of her.

Erica moaned, her hands gripping my hips, pulling my pussy down to her face and starting to lick me.

I moaned against her clit, licking faster, spreading my legs for her. The ache was throbbing in my pussy, and the feel of her moving under me, the skin of her belly like silk against my breasts, urged me on. My hands pressed her thighs open, my fingers probing, slipping inside.

“Oh god!” Her cry was muffled against my pussy. “That’s it!” I started moving my fingers slowly in and out, my tongue making circles around her clit. I swallowed and swallowed, but still my saliva mixed with her juices, slipping down to where I was fingering her, stretching her open.

“Oh Leah!” She moaned. “Fuck me harder, baby, please.” The urgency in her voice made me crazy and I shoved my hand against her flesh, two fingers pressed deep, fucking her now, fucking hard. She rocked and moaned and sucked at my clit, making me feel so good I could barely stand it. My pussy was pulsing against her tongue, aching, and I could feel something tightening in my belly, low and hot.

“Oh, oh, oh!” Erica’s hands were wrapped around my hips now, her face moving back and forth between my legs, not focused, just wild, her body strung like a wire under mine. I moved my fingers faster, my jaw aching, swallowing her juices, not so much licking her now as I was just mashing my tongue against her clit, feeling her thighs trembling.

“Leah, make me come!” She moaned loudly now, her tongue nowhere near my clit anymore. “Oh fuck, that’s so good! I’m right there, baby.” She was right there, in my mouth, her pussy contracting around my fingers as she came, fluttering under my hand. It went on and on, the smooth feel of her flesh under my tongue becoming hotter, even more moist as she shuddered under me. When she was done, still panting, I pressed my cheek against her belly and slowly slid my fingers out of her pussy, petting the soft, hairless skin of her lips with my wet fingers.

“That was so good!” She gasped, wiggling as I neared her sensitive clit. “I could barely stand it.” I kissed her mound, completely bare, her juices and sweat mixing, loving the taste.

“Your turn.” Erica squirmed out from under me. “Spread your legs.” Rolling to my back, I opened my thighs with my hands, my pussy already halfway there, swollen and aching. She settled between my legs again, her mouth covering my mound, her tongue working back and forth against my clit. I could barely stand the intensity of it, how her lips kissed mine, how she sucked and lapped at me like she was never going to stop.

And I didn’t want her to. Even when she pressed her hands to my thighs, opened me wider, and made me pull them back so she could finger me, like I had done to her, I didn’t ever want it to end. It felt too good, I wanted it to go on and on, and I fought my orgasm, like trying to hold back a raging flood.

“Erica,” I moaned, grabbing her hair, my hands curling into fists. “Oh Erica, I can’t stop it.”

And I couldn’t. I tried, but I couldn’t-my body was quivering with it, reaching that inevitable peak, and she pushed me over, her tongue soft heaven between my legs as my climax rocked us both. Her mouth never left my pussy and she moaned as loud and long as I did, the vibrations moving through my whole body, making me tremble with it.

I groaned, pressing her away from me, rolling onto my belly and burying my face into a pillow. The sound of sex still filled the room, the movie playing behind us, and it made me feel funny, now. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Erica wiping her wet chin with her hand, crawling up beside me.

“What do you think?” She flopped over on her back and threw her arm over her eyes.

“Of what?” My breathing was still fast, my heart racing.

“The theory-does it feel better when you’re shaved?” I smiled, closing my eyes. “Yes.”

Erica giggled. “Bobby is going to be so surprised.”

So is your dad, I thought-but I didn’t say anything. I felt a slight twinge of guilt, but what I felt most was excitement. I couldn’t wait for Mr. Nolan to explore the new terrain between my legs.