Under Mr Nolan's bed

“Does it feel good?” I asked as I came up on him again, running my tongue around and around like Erica had shown me. I saw him struggling, wrestling with something inside of himself, and I wanted to win out. I knelt up between his thighs, pulling my shirt up and exposing my breasts, wiggling between his legs.

“Isn’t it funny…?” I whispered. “Doing this just makes me want to touch myself.” He groaned, watching as I pulled my skirt up, rubbing my pussy as I slid back down to kiss and lick the head of his cock.

“Please,” he murmured as I took him in again, halfway, making him wet with my saliva. “Oh Leah, my god…”

I had seen enough in the movies we’d watched already to know what to do. I worked my head up and down, faster and faster, never taking my eyes off his face. I could see that struggle start to dissipate as I sucked him. Something else took over and he started to thrust against me, and I knew it was all right when his hand moved into my hair and he started pressing me down even further on his cock.

I made little noises around his shaft, still rubbing myself, pressing my fingers deep inside of me. My jaw was starting to ache, but I didn’t care, I kept on sucking him, hungry and eager, wanting to make him feel good.

“Yes, yes,” he whispered, watching me through half-closed eyes. “Suck it, baby… god, that’s so good!”

His words encouraged me and I used my other hand around the base, stroking as I sucked, making him buck and jerk under my hands. His breath was coming faster and faster, and I could feel the tension in his thighs.

“Ohhh fuck,” he groaned, pressing my head down so far I nearly choked on his length, working his cockhead back into my throat. “You’re gonna make me come!”

I whimpered, looking up at him, not sucking him so much anymore as he was fucking my mouth, using my lips and tongue and the soft wetness to seek his release. The intensity of it was too much, and I shivered, my fingers plunging in and out of my pussy as I started to come, my orgasm shaking my whole body as he grabbed my head and shoved it down against his crotch.

He made a low growling noise as I felt the first blast against the roof of my mouth. It came in waves, flooding my tongue, hot and acrid and I didn’t know what to do with it, so I started to swallow, the taste burning my throat and making my eyes water as he continued to pump into my mouth. I kept his cock there, sucking gently as he shuddered against me, swallowing the last of him and pressing my whole hand over my throbbing mound, my orgasm slowly subsiding.

“Oh god,” he murmured, opening his eyes and looking down at me. That look was back again and he frowned. “I’m sorry… we shouldn’t…”

“Leah?” It was Erica’s voice, and I heard her bedroom door open.

My eyes wide, I stood, grabbing my panties off the floor and running into the bathroom. I saw a last glimpse of Mr. Nolan’s shocked, stunned face before I shut the door.

“I’m in the bathroom!” I called, hurrying to straighten my bra and blouse, tucking it into my skirt and slipping my panties back on. I flushed the toilet and ran the water fast, as if I had actually gone, and then opened the door.

She was standing in the hallway and I hissed, “Your dad’s home! We need to get Bobby out of here!”

“Oh shit!” She motioned to Bobby to grab the beer. We rushed around, grabbing empties and hurrying downstairs and outside as quietly as we could.

“He’s going to kill me,” Erica moaned as we ran around the side of the house. “Oh my god, I’m so dead.”

“I don’t think so,” I panted, breathless. She gave me a funny look and I shrugged.

I didn’t think Mr. Nolan was going to say anything at all to her about it. In fact, I was almost positive he wouldn’t.

Chapter Five

“Whoa, where are you going?” Erica exclaimed, smearing nail polish on my hand when Mr. Nolan came around the corner into the kitchen.

“Erica!” I protested, grabbing a Q-Tip and dipping it into the nail polish remover and swabbing at the red stripe on my finger. “Watch what you’re doing.”

“That’s a godawful smell!” Mr. Nolan made a face, grabbing his coat off the back of my chair. His hand brushed my shoulder and I shivered, looking back at him.

“Wow,” I breathed, my eyes wide. He was dressed in black jeans and a light blue button-down shirt. I’d seen him in a suit, and in casual clothes, but never dressed quite like this. He’d even gotten a haircut, and the cologne he was wearing was making me dizzy. “You smell fantastic.”

He smiled, but didn’t meet my eyes. It had been like that since that day in his room-he avoided me and would barely even look at me, although I had tried a couple times to talk to him.

“Thanks.” He shrugged on his coat. “Erica, I’m going out.”

“Yeah, I gathered that,” she replied, still staring. “But where?” He cleared his throat, shifting from foot to foot. “On a date.”

“Wow.” Erica raised her eyebrows. “About time.”

I couldn’t say anything. My heart was beating too hard in my throat.