Under Mr Nolan's bed

well… these, what you’re looking at, these are just about sex. This isn’t what love is about…Oh, hell. What a mess.” He closed his eyes and put a hand over them, shaking his head.

“It’s okay.” I wanted to make him feel better somehow. My own embarrassment was starting to fade as I sensed his. “I know… I just… I’d never seen anything like these before…”

Looking down at me, he nodded. “I imagine you haven’t.”

“They made me feel… funny…” I explained, blushing. “Down there…. and I couldn’t help touching myself.”

“It’s normal,” he said, and I saw him swallow. “Those feelings are all normal. These pictures… all they’re meant to do is to arouse you. To make you feel… funny… like that.”

“Is that what you do with them?” I met his eyes, feeling bolder as I remembered how he had touched himself.

“Like I said…” He cleared his throat, grabbing the magazine off the bed and tossing it into the box. Closing the lid, he kicked it back under the bed.

“These are… adult things…”

My fear and shame faded almost immediately at his words. “I’m an adult.” He smiled, shaking his head. “You think you are.”

My jaw tight, my anger making me bold, I leaned back on the bed and opened my legs, showing him what he had only seen a glimpse of that morning in the kitchen. “Do I still look like a little girl to you?” He stared, his face going first white and then red. “Leah… no…” Sitting next to me on the bed, he pulled me to sitting and took my hand. It was the same hand that had been pressed against my pussy just minutes ago.

“There’s a lot more to sex than this… it’s really complicated… and I’m sorry that you found these, that you were exposed to this… that’s my fault…” I rolled my eyes at the lecture, at him trying so hard, and I slid my hand out of his to squeeze his thigh. I wanted to bridge the gap between us that he seemed intent on keeping. “I saw you, Mr. Nolan.”

His jaw dropped and he looked at me, incredulous. “Saw… me?”

“The night you came into the bathroom… do you remember that?” Glancing at him, I saw him nod, his face pale again.

“I watched you,” I admitted, my voice almost a whisper. “Touching yourself.”

“Oh Christ,” he whispered, closing his eyes.

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” I confessed. “Seeing you stroke yourself while you watched that man on the screen… fuck those two girls…” His eyes met mine, and I could see the shock in them at my language, but there was something else, too, that wasn’t just shock. I’d seen it before, in the kitchen when he’d looked up my skirt, and a moment ago, too, when he’d walked in and caught me masturbating.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I whispered, moving my hand up his thigh, high enough to feel that he was hard. I was encouraged by that, and the alcohol made me feel more free, like I’d drunk some liquid courage.

“Leah… I know this kind of thing can be confusing…” He took my hand and put it in my lap with a shaky sigh.

“I’m not confused,” I insisted, sliding down to the floor and kneeling between his legs. He was shaking his head, but I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek against his crotch and nuzzling there.

“Oh hell,” he whispered, and I felt his hand moving in my hair, the lightest of touches.

“Please…” I murmured, turning my face, so my mouth was moving over the hard length of him against his trousers. “I want to…” I had him unzipped quickly, and I reached in to find him, looking up into his eyes. He was dazed, startled, even a little horrified, but there was something underneath that, and whatever it was kept him from stopping me. He didn’t say no as I freed his cock and took it into my hand.

Remembering how he had touched himself, I wrapped my hand around the shaft and started moving it up and down the length. His eyes closed for a moment and he moaned when I pulled all the skin up toward the tip. He was getting lost in the pleasure and sensation as I stroked him, wrapping my other hand around it, too.

He jumped when I leaned in and kissed the tip. “Whoa, wait…”

Remembering my practice with Erica’s vibrator, and not wanting him to make me stop, I slipped my mouth down onto him, taking just about half until I couldn’t take any more. He tasted different than I expected, a little acrid at first, the skin soft, but the flesh hard under my tongue. He moaned, looking down as I came back up on his cock, licking around the head.

“Leah, you need to stop. We can’t… where is Erica?” he asked, as if, in his shock, this had just occurred to him.

“In her bedroom… with Bobby.” My hand moved up and down on him. I was fascinated with the way the skin moved over the hardness underneath.

His eyes widened, and something flashed there-anger? I slipped my mouth down around him again, wanting to distract him, not wanting him to think about it.