Under Mr Nolan's bed

“I can count on one hand the dates he’s had in the past five years,” Erica said. “And I can count on one finger the number of second dates.”

“Does that include this date?” I asked and when she nodded, I frowned, swinging my feet down and sitting up. “Well, I guess that must mean he really likes her.”

Erica shrugged. “Either that or he’s really desperate. Considering the amount of porn under the bed and how many dates he’s been on, he’s obviously not getting laid.” I couldn’t say anything, so I bit my lip, twisting my hands in my lap. “However…” Erica went on, leaning back on her elbows on the pillow and looking at me. “I can’t say that much for myself…anymore…” It took a moment for what she said to sink in as I stared at her. She grinned when she saw the dawning look on my face.

I squealed and clutched her leg. “You’re kidding me? You had sex!”

“Very good!” She laughed, her eyes bright. “I’ll take fornication for a thousand, Alex!”

My jaw dropped. “Oh my god. I can’t believe it.”

“Believe it.” She looked pleased, even a little smug.

We were quiet for a moment, and I couldn’t help remembering that night in Mr. Nolan’s bed. I couldn’t tell her about it, of course-and that bothered me. I told Erica everything.

She cocked her head, giving me a puzzled look. “Don’t you want to know what it was like?”

“Yes!” I said quickly. “Tell me everything! Who, when, where, how?”

“Yesterday. Storm cellar of the church.” She grinned. “It was Colonel Mustard with the candlestick.”

I laughed. “Come on, have some sympathy for the Clue less over here…

gimme details.”

“It was Bobby, of course.” She curled around her pillow and propped herself up on her elbow. “He met me down there yesterday, and we were making out, just like we always do…”

While I was in confession, I realized. There I was, admitting to Father Michael that I had given my virginity to my best friend’s dad, while my best friend was losing her own!

“He was licking me,” she went on. “You know how I love that.” I nodded, remembering just how much she loved it. “I was so close to coming… you know that feeling… so close, but not quite there?”

“Yes.” I wiggled into a more comfortable position on her bed, squeezing my legs together.

“And he started telling me how much he wanted me.” Erica pulled at a loose thread on her bedspread, biting her lip. “Begging me, really… telling me how good it would feel to be inside me. I was so close… and I just… said yes…”

“Just like that?” I breathed, shaking my head.

She nodded, pulling at the thread. “So he put it in me…” I closed my eyes, remembering that moment, the first time Mr. Nolan entered me. I thought I was going to die. I opened my eyes and asked, “Did it hurt?”

“Not really.” She shook her head. “I was so turned on by then… and the look on his face. Oh my god, Leah, it was like he’d just entered heaven.” It was Mr. Nolan’s face I saw, that look of bliss. I had such a longing to tell her about it, to share my experience, too, but I knew I couldn’t.

“And then he started to fuck me,” she said in a low voice, her eyes bright. I made a little noise, squeezing my thighs together. “I can’t even describe it… it felt so good, having him inside of me, pushing into me like that. He was like an animal, groaning and shoving his cock in me.”

My pussy responded to her words. The crotch of my panties was already damp. “Did you come?”

“Twice,” she smiled. “I was rubbing myself off, and I was so close anyway, that I came almost the minute he slid inside of me. Then he started fucking me, and that… oh god…”

She moaned, throwing her arm over her head. “That was too much… I had to come again.”

“And did he…?”

“All over my belly and my pussy,” she assured me, leaning up on her elbow again. “He pulled out and came all over me.”

I sighed, remembering Mr. Nolan’s cock in my hand, how hard and throbbing it was when he came. Swallowing hard, I realized that he and the blonde might end up together in his room tonight, doing that very thing. The thought made me crazy.

“I bet your dad is going to have sex tonight.” I frowned.

Erica sat up, her mouth tight. “Not if I can help it. Come on.”

“What?” I sat up, cocking my head at her.

“I love him, but sex on the second date?” She made a face. “I made Bobby wait two years. Miss Jennifer Hot Legs can wait at least until date number three.” I followed her toward the door as she cracked it and listened. “If there is a third date.” She looked over her shoulder at me with a smile.

“What are you planning?” I followed her out the door.

She put her finger to her lips, moving across the hall and opening her father’s door. Downstairs, I could hear music and the sound of a woman’s laughter. The date had officially started.

“Erica?” I whispered as she turned on the light and shut his door behind us.

She was pulling the boxes out from under the bed, and I stared, my jaw dropped.