Under Mr Nolan's bed

“Old storm cellar-slash-bomb shelter, I think.” She started up the ladder to our left and pressing on the door above her head. “Either that, or this is where they do all the experiments on the really bad kids.” I snorted, following her up the ladder and waiting as she pressed at the door. We were in our uniforms, of course, and I could see right up her skirt from this angle and the flash of white panties made me remember yesterday.

“They leave this open?” I winced at the brightness as she finally heaved the door open with a little grunt of effort.

“Bobby broke the lock.”

I shook my head, incredulous, as she gave me a hand up and swung the door shut again. We were standing just outside the brick wall that surrounded the entire school, making it like some prison fortress. The storm cellar was a slanted thing made of long planks and painted brown to blend in with the brick.

“And we’re home free.” She grabbed my hand and swung it. “Let’s go to my house and do something we’ll have to confess later.”

“I’m boycotting confession.” I glanced over my shoulder as if someone might be watching us.

“Come on, there are yummy rewards for being bad.” She squeezed my fingers. “We don’t even have to miss the first fifteen minutes of General Hospital today!”

She had a point. We made good use of that last hour that we should have been in school, stopping by the corner store and picking up two Hershey’s, a bag of chips, and two Mountain Dews and then curled up on Erica’s sofa and pigged out while we watched the entire episode of GH without interruption. It was a real treat.

Erica flipped the TV off and stretched, her blouse pulling out of the waistband of her skirt, revealing her tummy. “Whatcha wanna do now?”

“We should do homework,” I answered, my head filled with the memory of watching her play with her vibrator. I tried to push the thought away, but I couldn’t when she sat cross-legged in her skirt, her panties clearly visible underneath.

“Now, what kind of fun would that be?” She rolled her eyes. “If you’re gonna skip school, you gotta make it worth it!”

“Well… you should show me more of your dad’s collection.” I couldn’t believe it was me who mentioned it first. I’d sworn I wasn’t going to even think about it, let alone ask about it.

She grinned. “Now we’re talking. Come on.” We left our wrappers and empty bottles strewn all over the sofa and headed upstairs. My pussy was already pulsing in anticipation.

“What about your dad?” The clock on Mr. Nolan’s night table read 4:05 p.m. and the workday ended at five.

“Late night, tax season.” She reached under the bed and pulled out both boxes. “Here we are, a veritable smorgasbord of porn for your viewing pleasure.”

“Where do you think he got all this?” I opened one of the boxes and sifted through magazines with names like Pleasure, Private, Eros, and Club Seventeen. They were definitely not names I’d heard before, but the pictures were graphic and shocking-and unbelievably arousing.

“I think they’re all foreign.” Erica opened the video box. “At least, the magazines are. He probably ordered them.”

“Do you get stuff in the mail in plain brown wrappers?” I opened up to a page to find a woman kneeling in front of a man, her lips wrapped around his cock. Just the sight of it made my pussy contract.

“Yep, all the time.” She pulled a tape out and popped it in, flopping down on the bed with the remote. “Come on, I want you to see this one.” Abandoning the magazine, I crawled up next to her as she fast forwarded through the credits, settling myself on a pillow as the two girls on screen sat out in their backyard in bikinis and talked about their boyfriends and how unsatisfied they were with their sex lives.

“I thought you didn’t like the dialogue.” I glanced at Erica.

“It doesn’t last long,” she replied, and I noticed that she had her hand up under her skirt and my belly clenched, imagining what she was doing under there.

I wanted to touch myself, too, but in the light of day, I just couldn’t seem to bring myself to do it. On the screen, the girls were sitting up, their knees touching, and I stared as one leaned forward and kissed the other.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, watching their tongues tangle together. The redhead reached out to slip her hand under the bikini top of the blonde as they kissed. “Erica, what are they doing?”

“It gets better,” she murmured, her eyes on the screen. I could see her hand moving under her skirt and I squeezed my thighs together, feeling a hot throb between my legs.

The girls on the screen were naked in no time, kissing and rubbing up against each other on one of the lounge chairs. The blonde was licking the redhead’s fat, pink nipples, making her moan and touch her own pussy. Glancing over at Erica and seeing that she wasn’t paying attention to me, I slid my hand down, moving my skirt aside so I could cup my mound-just to ease the ache a little bit.