Under Mr Nolan's bed

“That’s it,” he encouraged, beginning to move between my legs. He was making circles with his hips as I rubbed myself. “Rub it faster, baby.” I did, that tingle beginning again, spreading through my pelvis and my belly, like a slow heat. He was moving slowly in and out, now, short, easy strokes, his eyes on my face.

“It feels good,” I murmured, looking up at him, and he smiled, sinking deeper next time, pulling out further. I let my fingers explore, touching the place where he was going into me with wonder and awe. He was inside of me!

“God, Leah!” He was moving, faster, deeper. “You’re so tight…”

“Does it feel good?” I watched his face change, seeing the pleasure there.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned, pumping harder.

Over his shoulder, I could see the movie still going, the two people on the screen a reflection of what we were doing on the bed, but I didn’t need to watch.

Mr. Nolan was fucking me, his cock slipping in and out of my pussy, making the bedsprings squeak and the headboard bounce against the wall, but we were both oblivious to it, lost.

“More,” I whispered into his ear, arching up to meet him. My fingers on my clit and the feeling of being filled all at once was taking me to places I couldn’t have imagined.

He pounded me against the bed, grunting with the effort of every thrust.

His breath was hot over my face and I kissed him, sucking his tongue like he had mine, making him moan and press into me deep.

“Leah,” he groaned, breaking our kiss, and I felt something in my body respond to his intensity, finally letting go.

I trembled beneath him, my eyes closing, rubbing fast and hard and taking myself right over the edge. My pussy began to flutter around the hard length of him, and I’d never felt anything so good as coming with a hard cock buried inside of me.

“Oh god,” he moaned as my muscles contracted around him, drawing him in deeper, and I gasped and whimpered when he pulled out of me, kneeling up between my legs and grabbing my hand.

“Take it!” He insisted, and I did, grasping the slick shaft and tugging on him. He moaned, jerking in my hand, and began to come, too. I watched, breathless, as he shot a hot stream of cum over my belly, then another, not as far, the white fluid falling onto the dark triangle between my legs. He gripped my thighs, his face twisted in pleasure as wave after wave of his cum erupted through my fist and onto my pussy. Collapsing onto me, he kissed me again, cradling me in his arms and rolling so that we were pressed together, side by side, our bellies sticky and slick with sweat and cum.

“Are you okay?” He touched my cheek, stroking my hair.

I nodded, snuggling closer to him, not knowing how to tell him that I’d never felt so okay in my whole life.

Chapter Six

The first time I saw him after what happened was in the supermarket. I was running back to get a head of lettuce for my mother and there he was, standing in the produce section with one of those hand carts, putting a quart of strawberries in. I almost didn’t say anything at all, but the sight of him made me feel like melting and I couldn’t help it.

“Hi, Mr. Nolan.”

He fumbled his basket, turning. “Leah!”

We stood there for a moment, and I knew he was remembering the other night. I had an urge to touch him and fought it. His eyes moved over my uniform-mom had picked me up early from school for a dentist appointment and then we’d come here-lingering at the hem of my skirt and then moving up again.

I glanced into his basket. “Strawberries and chocolate?”

“Yes.” He cleared his throat, letting the basket down to swing at his side, as if he didn’t want me to see. He nodded toward what was in my hands.

“Lettuce?”

“My mom’s making taco salad.” I peered into his basket anyway. “For dinner tonight. She’s waiting in line.”

“Well, then.” He turned and picked up a pint of blueberries-a clear dismissal, and my chest burned with it. “Guess you better get back.”

“Wine?” I crossed my arms and nodded toward his basket. “And shrimp…

and capers… and pine nuts?”

“Yes.” His voice was hard. “I’m making a nice dinner for Jennifer this weekend.”

“Leah!” It was my mother’s voice from behind me.

“She’s the one you came home with that night.” I frowned. Something thick was lodged in my throat. “The blonde?”

He nodded, putting the blueberries back and looking over my shoulder.

His voice changed, becoming that fake tone that all the adults around me seemed to speak in. “Patty! How are you?”

“Hi, Rob.” My mother pushed the cart up beside me. “I’m good, how are you and Erica?”

“Great.” He smiled. It wasn’t his real smile. I tried to catch his eye but he was clearly avoiding me.

“Can you believe they’re seniors already?” My mother reached for the lettuce and I relinquished it. “I forgot the cheese, too, Leah. I don’t know where my head is lately!”

“They sure do grow fast,” Mr. Nolan agreed, still avoiding my eyes. “It was good seeing you both. I’ve got to run.”