Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed

CHAPTER NINE

“It’s Friday night, do you girls want to go to a movie?” Mr. Nolan asked, popped his head around the door. I took my headphones off, hitting “stop” on my CD player.

“What movie?” Erica asked cautiously. “This isn’t going to be another ‘Mimic’ is it? You always pick sucky movies.”

“You choose, then.” He laughed.

“Bobby said American Beauty was awesome.” Erica was talking to me but then looked back at her father. “Popcorn and M amp;Ms, too?”

“Anything you want, doll.” He leaned against the doorframe and slipped his hand into his trouser pocket. “We’re celebrating.” Erica raised an eyebrow. “Really? Did you get a raise? Can I have a car?”

“We’re celebrating the end of tax season.” He snorted. “And no, you can’t have a car, but if you’re really good, I’ll let you drive to the movies.” Erica squealed, jumping off the bed and starting to shut her door.

“Hey!” Mr. Nolan stopped the door with his hand.

“Dad, we have to get dressed,” she explained, rolling her eyes over to me.

“Some privacy, please!”

“You look fine.” His eyes swept over me as I sat on the floor, my knees up and a little open. I knew my panties were showing under my uniform skirt and I smiled at him over Erica’s shoulder as I opened my legs wider. I was rewarded with a dark, wolfish look of lust.

Erica rolled her eyes. “With both of us around all the time-have you learned nothing about teenage girls?”

“Hurry up, okay?” He sighed, looking at his watch. “I’ll call and find out show times. American Beauty?”

“Yes.” She pushed him out with the door. “Now, shoo!” We spent the next hour trying on outfits and doing our hair and make-up in the bathroom. Erica decided on low-rise jeans and a pink crop-top that showed off her navel. I went with a skirt, because instead of knee socks and Mary Janes, I could wear heels and show off my long, slender legs. We shared clothes constantly-half my clothes were already in Erica’s closet and vice versa.

“Are you sure I shouldn’t wear a bra?” I frowned at my nipples standing up under the black material of the spaghetti strap t-shirt I was wearing.

“You can’t wear a bra with that.” Erica didn’t even look away from the mirror where she was putting on mascara. Her blonde lashes turned magically dark.

“It’s kind of sexy.” I turned sideways in the mirror and smoothed the shiny brown skirt over my thighs. It had a soft, black paisley pattern on it, and the hem barely came to mid-thigh. With the strappy black heels, my legs looked even longer and I stood almost a head taller than Erica in her flat, black suede boots.

“It’ll make my dad blush.” She grinned, snapping her mascara closed and tossing it into her purse. “Are you ready?”

She was right-except that the heat in his face looked more like lust than embarrassment to me when we came down the stairs. Walking in heels always made me feel sexy, and I was wearing a pair of black sheer panties under my skirt, the crotch already damp and molding to the smooth flesh of my pussy lips.

He was standing at the bottom of the stairs, calling for us, when we started down, and his voice just stopped, mid-sentence, as he stared up at us. I wondered if maybe he could see under my short skirt, the way his eyes were focused there, between my legs. I was glad I was behind Erica so she couldn’t quite tell what he was looking at.

“You two finally ready?” He cleared his throat and pulled his keys out of his jeans pocket. I was thrilled to see that he was dressed similarly to that night when he went out with Jennifer, and when I got close, I could smell his cologne.

“Wasn’t it worth the wait?” Erica pouted, holding her arms out and cocking her hip to one side.

He smiled, leaning over and kissing her cheek. “You betcha.” He slid an arm around my waist as we started for the door. “I’ll have the two prettiest girls in the theater on my arm.”

Erica went out first, and Mr. Nolan’s hand slipped down my waist, over the swell of my ass, and squeezed. I glanced up at him and smiled, my heart racing.

His eyes had that same hunger in them when he looked at me, like he wanted to just eat me up.

“Keys!” Erica demanded, standing by the driver’s side door. He gave them over, reluctantly. I got into the back seat, sitting behind Erica, and Mr. Nolan got into the passenger’s side.

“Seatbelt,” I reminded, pulling mine across. “She’s likely to kill us on the way there.”

“Hey!” Erica protested, starting the car and putting it into gear. The car lurched forward toward the house when she pressed on the gas.

“Reverse, Erica.” Mr. Nolan winced.

She rolled her eyes, looking at me in the rearview mirror. “I knew that!” I was glad that the theater was only a half-mile from the house. When Erica pulled crooked into a parking spot, I jumped out before she even had a chance to straighten the car-not that she intended to, since she was getting out, too, tossing the keys to Mr. Nolan over the Sable’s roof.

“So Bobby saw this movie?” I asked Erica as we headed off to the concession stand with a crisp twenty dollar bill from Mr. Nolan’s wallet. Her dad was getting tickets.

“Yeah, with his sister,” she replied. “I think it’ll be good. Better than Mimic or that awful Starship Troopers he made me sit through. Ugh!”

“Hey, Starship Troopers was your idea.” Mr. Nolan came up behind us as we got to the front of the line.

“Keep lying like that and your nose is gonna grow.” Erica rolled her eyes and started to rattle off what we wanted to the guy behind the concession stand.

“That’s not what’s growing,” Mr. Nolan whispered, leaning in to my ear so only I could hear him. His hands gripped my hips for just a moment, pressing into me from behind, and then he let me go, reaching for the popcorn and pop on the counter. I stood there, breathless, trying not to look at him, but feeling a heat spreading through my whole body.

“Twizzlers.” Erica handed them over to me. “I don’t know how you can eat those things.”

The guy taking tickets smiled and winked at Erica, and his eyes skipped from her bare midriff over to my legs. Mr. Nolan saw him looking and came up behind us both, pressing two popcorn tubs to the small of our backs and steering us past him.

“Dad!” Erica protested, looking over her shoulder and smiling back at the guy, who was watching us walk away.

“Don’t ‘Dad’ me,” he said, still smiling. “Keep walking.” Inside the theater, Mr. Nolan directed Erica in first and then followed her, leaving me to bring up the rear. The theater was practically empty, although the previews had already started, and we settled into our seats with all our goodies.

Erica put her feet up on the seat in front of her, balancing her popcorn in her lap and munching away.

I noticed Mr. Nolan looking at my legs out of the corner of his eye and I crossed one knee over the other, moving a little to make my skirt slide up my slim thigh. I was rewarded with a raised eyebrow from him as he shifted in his seat. I glanced over at Erica, but her eyes were on the screen, watching a preview for X-Men.

“Want one?” I whispered to him, opening my packet of Twizzlers and putting one of the long, red licorice ropes into my mouth, sucking gently.

“Brat,” he mouthed, watching me suck on the tip. I flicked it with my tongue, my eyes never leaving his. He shook his head, but he was smiling.

When the movie started, I got drawn into the story, munching on popcorn and chewing on Twizzlers. Every so often, my arm would brush Mr. Nolan’s or his knee would nudge my bare leg and I would look over at him and smile. I could almost pretend that we were on a real date. I saw him looking at my top once, and realized that my nipples were poking through the material—it was cold in the theater.

I realized with dawning horror that the movie was turning out to be about some guy’s mid-life crisis and his lust for his daughter’s best friend. I bit my lip and tried not to look over at Mr. Nolan, sure that he was just as uncomfortable as I was. The tension was unbearable, with Erica sitting right on the other side of him, and I cringed when the daughter on the screen said to her friend, “Just don’t fuck my dad, all right, please?”

Sinking in my seat, I could imagine what Erica’s reaction would be to finding out that I was fucking her dad-somewhere in the realm of sheer horror and utter disbelief? It was a huge betrayal, and I knew it. I tried to make myself vow that I would end it. I knew it was wrong, he knew it was wrong. It had to stop.

I had almost made up my mind, when I felt Mr. Nolan’s hand on my thigh.

It was just his fingers, inching their way up under my skirt. I stiffened, glancing over at Erica, but she was glued to the screen, her hand moving slowly from the popcorn tub to her mouth in a slow, rhythmic fashion.

I shifted in my seat, and my legs parted for him like the red sea. There just wasn’t any “no” in my body when it came to him. My eyes closed as he reached my panties, his fingers petting the soft fabric, feeling the damp crotch and how my pussy lips were already swollen and parted.

Resting the popcorn tub on my knees, I hoped that would cover the fact that his hand was pressing my skirt up higher, nudging my panties aside. I swallowed hard, watching his face, but he was looking straight ahead, his fingers working along the elastic edge. His expression changed when he found the now-smooth texture of my lips, how slick they were, how soft.

His eyes met mine, widening in surprise, and then he closed them, his fingers exploring me in the dark, up and down my slit. It felt so good I nearly jumped out of my seat, but I didn’t, staying as still as possible as he slid a finger deep inside of me. He was looking at the screen again, but I could see his chest rising and falling, his breath coming faster. So was mine.

He slipped another finger in, moving them slowly in and out, and I wondered if he was as hard as I was wet. His popcorn tub was balanced on his thigh, the one closest to Erica, and I hoped it would give me enough cover, because I couldn’t stand not knowing. My hand crept over the armrest and under his arm, seeking the steel teeth of his zipper and slipping lower to the bulge under the denim.

I saw his eyes flutter closed for a moment as I rubbed my hand there, just barely noticeable, back and forth. He was hard as a rock and the feel of his cock throbbing against my hand made me crazy with lust. His fingers moved out of me, slippery with my wetness, and his index finger found my clit, rubbing it in slow circles under my panties. My hand gripped him harder as he rubbed faster and his eyes met mine, so full of lust that I thought I would die. I wanted him so much I couldn’t stand it.

Leaning in to me, he whispered, “I’m going to the family toilet, meet me there in two minutes.”

His hand slipped out from under my skirt and I saw him suck his fingers as he stood, moving past me. Breathless, I pulled my skirt down, looking over at Erica. She was watching her Dad with a frown.

“Bathroom,” I mouthed. She nodded and went back to watching the movie.

It was the longest two minutes of my life. My pussy was aching and I squeezed my thighs together, imagining the path to the family toilet in my head, down the hall, around the corner. It was a private, one-room bathroom, meant for use by families with small children. It had a pull-out changing table and a long counter with a sink-and a lock on the door.

“I’m going to get a refill,” I whispered to Erica after what I hoped was a long enough wait, holding up my soda. It was still full, but she didn’t need to know that.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I passed the guy who had been taking tickets. He smiled at me and I nodded, feeling his eyes on my legs as I turned the corner. The family toilet door was locked, but I knocked softly, waiting for it to open.

“Get in here,” he whispered, pulling me into the bathroom and locking the door again. I put my soda on the counter and bit my lip, not knowing what to say.

“God, Leah, you look so fucking hot! I can’t keep my hands off you!” And then he was kissing me, pinning me hard against the wall and pressing his thigh up between mine. His hands were under my skirt, cupping my ass and picking me up until my legs were wrapped around his waist, our tongues meshing, our mouths slanting, our panting breath and the wet sound of our kiss the only noise in the room.

“What if we get caught?” I gasped, rocking my hips against his, aching to feel his cock.

“I don’t care,” he growled as I slid my hand down to rub the bulge in his pants, making him groan. “I’ve been hard since you came down the stairs.” He turned and let me slip out of his arms until my feet touched the floor. “Sit down.” I pulled my skirt up like I needed to pee, leaving my panties on as I sat on the toilet, watching as he unzipped his jeans and freed his hard cock with a groan. He pressed the head of it to my lips and watched as I sucked on the tip.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” He slipped a hand through my hair and pulled my mouth in tighter. I sucked greedily, feeling his cock swelling as it slipped toward the back of my throat. I moaned around his shaft, my pussy like a hot pulse between my legs as I worked my head up and down his length.

“Easy, Leah,” he groaned, grabbing his cock out of my mouth and squeezing it tight. “Here, lick my balls.” I looked up at him, tentative, reaching my tongue out to touch one of the smooth sacs hanging underneath. He moaned when I sucked it into my mouth, his hand moving slowly up and down his shaft, pulling the skin over the head of his cock.

“Good,” he breathed as my tongue wiggled over to the other one. I licked at it and then sucked, but it was drawn up tighter toward his body than the other and stayed there, stubborn. Eager, I opened my mouth wider, sucking harder, making him gasp.

“Whoa!” He grabbed my hair and pulled me back.

Surprised, I looked up at him. “What did I do?”

“Easy, there.” He smiled. “Very sensitive.”

I blushed. “Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He pulled me to standing and kissed me again, making me melt. He pressed me toward the counter, reaching under my skirt and grabbing my ass, squeezing and lifting me up on the edge. He pressed my legs back and pulled my panties aside to look at my pussy under the bright light of the fluorescents. His eyes moved over my flesh, glistening smooth.

“I shaved for you,” I whispered, watching his face. “Do you like it?” He groaned and leaned in to lick me in response, his mouth moving up and down my slit, his tongue dipping deep inside before slipping back up to my clit, making low noises in his throat as he sucked. I moaned, leaning back on my elbows on the counter and spreading my thighs wide.

“Oh please,” I whispered, watching his mouth working over my pussy, his tongue lapping back and forth over the sensitive bud of my clit. I had never been able to watch him do it before and I found it beyond exciting, his eyes on mine as he squatted in front of me, his hand kneading the soft flesh of my inner thighs.

“That’s so good!” I pulled my t-shirt up to reveal the swell of my breasts, my nipples already hard. He watched me play with them, groaning when I tugged and made them stand up, the skin around them pursed. His tongue felt like wet heaven. I couldn’t stand it much longer, and my fingers rubbing my nipples increased the sensation even more.

“So close,” I whispered a warning, my head going back, and his tongue traced fast, furious and ecstatic circles around my clit. “Oh, now, now, now!” I was coming, the force of my orgasm threatening to send me shuddering off the bathroom counter, my belly trembling with it, my thighs quivering under his hands as I bucked against his mouth. I didn’t even have time to recover before he was standing, leaning in and kissing me so I could taste myself on his tongue.

“Fuck me.” I reached down and grabbed his cock, aiming it for my pussy.

“Please, fuck me.”

He groaned, sliding me down off the counter and turning me around. He bent me over the surface, pushing my skirt up and yanking my panties roughly down to my knees. His cock was sliding into me before I knew what was happening, pressing deep and pulling back fast before shoving in again right away.

“Oh!” I cried as he grabbed my hips, working the length of his cock between my legs, burying himself to the hilt. The jolt of it sent me ramming into the counter, each thrust making my whole body quiver. And still, I wanted more. I squeezed myself around him, reaching between my legs to rub my aching clit.

“Oh Jesus,” he whispered as my muscles clamped down on him. My breasts were swaying under me as he drove forward, and I put my hand on the mirror to balance myself, watching his face change, become more tense and strained, the sound of our breathing filling the room.

“Oh god, yes, Mr. Nolan!” I moaned, my clit beginning to throb, my belly tight, something coiled there, ready to spring. “Fuck me, do it hard!”

“Shhhhh,” he urged, glancing at the door, but not stopping, his cock filling me completely, again and again, spreading my wet, pink lips and sinking deep into the tight tunnel of my flesh. “Have to be quiet, baby.”

“It’s so hard!” I pressed back against the saddle of his hips, working my clit faster. “I want it so much.”

“Oh god,” he groaned, squeezing my hips and bucking hard. “Oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna come!”

“Wait.” I pulled him out of me and whirled around to squat in front of him, my panties around my ankles and my skirt still up to my waist. “Come in my mouth.”

I rubbed my clit fast as I took his cock in my hand, milking the length and sucking the tip. He growled, grabbing the back of my head and thrusting hard, shooting a white hot blast of cum deep into my throat. My instinct was to gasp, but I knew I would choke, so instead I started to swallow, the taste of him sending me over, too, my body shuddering with the delicious heat of an orgasm for the second time in ten minutes. When he was spent, he pulled me up and kissed me again, his tongue soft and exploring now. We were both still breathless and panting.

“What have you done to me?” He looked down at my panties still around my ankles. “I can’t stop… I just can’t stop.”

“Then don’t stop.” I kissed his cheek.

I pulled my panties up, turning to tug my t-shirt down, straightening and smoothing. I noticed my handprint right in the center of the mirror. Mr. Nolan was tucking and zipping, watching me.

“I’ll go first.” He grabbed me to him and kissed me again. “Are you spending the night again tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He smiled and his look made me want to melt into a puddle on the floor. “Meet you in the theater.”

The door closed behind him and I locked it, going back to the sink and washing my hands. I don’t want Erica to suspect anything, I thought, picking up my soda that was still sitting on the counter. Closing my eyes, I took a shaky breath and unlocked the door, walking on unsteady legs back into the theater to where my best friend and her dad were waiting.