Under Mr Nolan's bed

The second time I woke up, I had to pee. I didn’t know what time it was, but I stumbled to the bathroom, still half-asleep. I pulled my panties down and sat, rubbing at my eyes, and I was about to flush when I noticed that flickering light under Mr. Nolan’s door again.

I knew I shouldn’t, but I eased the door open, seeing him stretched out on his bed, his cock in his hand while the television revealed a close-up view of some guy’s cock being sucked. That hot tingly feeling started between my legs as I watched, remembering Mr. Nolan’s hand in my hair as he shoved himself to the back of my throat like the guy on the screen.

I peeked through the growing gap in the door, letting it swing half open as Mr. Nolan’s hand shuttled up and down the length of his shaft. He stopped with a groan to squeeze the tip for a moment before resuming again. My palm cupped the hot, damp crotch of my panties and I took a tentative step into the room, the soft carpet a pleasant shock to my bare feet after the cold tile of the bathroom floor.

Edging past the closet, I heard his breathing now, fast and labored, his fist pumping hard. He couldn’t see me and he didn’t hear me, creeping up beside him, just like I hadn’t heard Erica that day. He was too focused on his pleasure, watching the scene on the television. My fingers moved my panties aside, searching the soft heat of my pussy to find my clit and rub it as I crept closer still.

The movie’s volume was soft, but audible, the moans and slaps of flesh clear as the guy knelt between the blonde’s legs, aiming himself towards her pink center. I watched for a moment as he pulled out, slick and hard, and slid back in again with a moan. Mr. Nolan moaned, too, his eyes closing tight as he squeezed his cockhead again with a hiss.

Sliding my panties down over my hips, I left them on the floor, moving to stand beside Mr. Nolan’s bed, my heart pounding, the heat and tingling between my legs too incredible to ignore. I didn’t say anything, but he sensed me there, I think, because he startled even before he opened his eyes and saw me.

“Leah!” His instinct was to cover himself, but he was laying on the made bed, and his fingers futilely grasped the top of the comforter caught underneath his weight.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, spreading my lips open, showing him in the dim, changing light from the television.

“No,” he said, shaking his head, but I saw that his erection hadn’t waned at all. In fact, it seemed to swell as I parted my pussy and looked down at him, his eyes staying glued between my legs.

I slid a finger inside, then another, seeing his face change, caught between pleasure and pain. Then his hand moved between his legs to squeeze his cock, and I smiled.

“I’m not a little girl anymore,” I insisted, reaching for the edge of my t-shirt with wet fingers and peeling it off, pulling it over my head and letting it drop to the floor.

“Oh Leah,” he breathed, his eyes inching their way up my narrow waist, over the soft swell of my breasts, to meet mine.

“Am I pretty?” I bit my lip and ran my fingertips over my belly, circling my hardening nipples.

He groaned, his response hoarse. “Yes.”

“Do you want me?” My fingers trailed between my legs and I opened myself for him again.

“Yes.” His eyes closed against it, but I was still there when he opened them a moment later, my fingers working my clit in little circles.

“It feels good,” I whispered, rubbing it faster. “Touching it right here.”

“Yes.” He nodded, licking his lips and watching. His hand was moving on his cock again.

I moaned, reaching my other hand up to tug at my nipple, closing my eyes for a moment as I touched myself. It felt so good, too good to stop, and the minute I got lost in the darkness, I heard everything more clearly-the movie in the background, the soft sounds of lust, Mr. Nolan’s hand moving up and down his shaft and the wet sound of my fingers between my lips.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Mr. Nolan reaching for me, his fingers outstretched towards my pussy, but not touching. My heart skipped and my pussy clenched and I pressed forward so his fingers brushed my pubic hair.

“Feels good when someone rubs it for me.” I slid my fingers out from between my lips and nudged my mound toward his hand. He shook his head, swallowing, but he found me, making me gasp when his fingers sank into my flesh, exploring the soft, smooth walls inside.

“Yessss,” I moaned when his big thumb moved over my clit, back and forth, his fingers stretching me open.

The hand moving on his cock had slowed as he concentrated between my legs, making me rock and whimper against his hand. When I leaned over to touch him, grasping the shaft and rubbing the tip with my thumb, he gasped, his fingers pressing up into me hard. I wanted to make him feel good, too, and I pulled my long, dark hair out of the way as I leaned over to kiss the tip of his cock.