Under Mr Nolan's bed

I slid my hand under the bed, searching, and pulled out a box. When I opened the lid, instead of finding movies, I discovered pictures. I flipped through the ones on top, family photos of Erica and her mom and dad. They all looked so happy. I put the lid back on and slid it back under the bed, finding the movie box and grabbing a random tape.

“Your dad won’t come home?” I asked over my shoulder as I shoved the tape in. The thought of Mr. Nolan discovering us made my heart race.

“Tax season,” she reminded me as the movie started and I came toward the bed. “Get undressed, Leah.”

I could feel the heat in my face as I started unbuttoning my blouse. I’d gotten undressed in front of Erica a hundred times before, but she had never looked at me like this, her eyes full of a strange, hungry light. Her fingers rubbed her clit faster as I unzipped my skirt, turning around before sliding it over my hips.

My knee socks were last, as I sat on the edge of the bed. My panties, I remembered, were still on the bathroom floor.

“You’ve got a really beautiful body.” Erica’s fingers grazed my hip as I turned to look at her. “Some guy is gonna be so lucky to have you.” I didn’t say anything-I couldn’t. She tugged my hand, pulling me down beside her on the bed. She turned towards me, so we were facing each other, belly to belly.

“Remember when we used to practice kissing?” She smiled and touched my lips.

They were still wet from her pussy, and I could smell her.

“Yes.” I nodded. “First pillows… then our hands…”

“Then each other,” she added, leaning over and touching her lips to mine.

They were soft and warm and her tongue slid between my teeth, searching, making me moan. Her hands cupped my face, her mouth exploring mine as we pressed our bodies together, our legs tangling.

She rolled onto me, her hips rocking, her tongue making circles with mine, and I could feel the heat of her pussy between my legs and wondered if she was as wet as I was. In the background, the movie was playing-I could hear moaning and the sounds of slapping flesh-but it was just noise. All my attention was on Erica as she cupped my breasts in her hands, rolling the nipples with her thumbs.

I gasped when she broke our kiss, my head spinning as she sucked first one nipple and then the other into her mouth, as if she were taste-testing, trying to see which she liked the best. She decided on the left, licking and sucking as her eyes met mine and her other hand squeezed the flesh of my breast in her hand.

Her breasts were flattened against my belly, and I reached down to touch one, slipping a hand between us and tugging at her nipple. She moaned, raising up a little, giving me more access. I used my palm, around and around, first lightly, then harder, kneading her flesh. She seemed to really like that-it made her suck my nipple hard.

“Ready to test that theory, yet?” Erica settled herself between my thighs. I looked down at her, seeing her mouth poised above me, and my whole body was aching to feel her tongue again. I arched my back, lifting my hips, and nodded.

She didn’t seem to be in a hurry, though. Her fingers slipped up and down between my lips, her eyes moving over my mound like she was seeing it for the first time.

“You’ve got such a pretty pussy.” She slipped a finger inside of me. I wiggled and moaned, feeling my blush and not even caring anymore. I liked her touching me, looking at me, and I wanted her tongue-oh my god, I wanted it.

“That feels good…” I squeezed her fingers with my pussy as they moved slowly in and out. She started feathering kisses over my lips, up and down, and I knew I was already moist there. Then her tongue teased me, making circles up and down my labia, never slipping between.

A loud moan came from the television, and I glanced at it. It was a movie I hadn’t seen, with a bleach blonde bent over a kitchen table and some guy fucking her from behind. Seeing his cock made me long for one buried inside of me, and I remembered Mr. Nolan bending me over like that, shoving into me, taking me.

“Do you think I have a pretty pussy?” Erica knelt up between my legs, spreading her lips. I moaned, seeing how pink she was inside.

“Yes.” My fingers brushed the now-smooth skin. “Beautiful.”

“I like our pretty pussies together…” She slid her knee over my thigh, straddling it and moving up.

“What are you doing?” I asked as she situated herself, moving her mound closer to mine, until our pussy lips were kissing as she rocked, her hand moving down there, too, spreading herself open, spreading me open.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned, the way our flesh melted into one another making me squirm against her, the soft, hairless skin of our pussies now like two mouths slanting across each other, our clits two sensitive tongues searching each other out.

“Oh, I like that!” Erica rolled her hips, faster and faster. I rocked to meet her, working my clit against her pussy, feeling her fingers moving, too. “Oh god, that’s so goooooood!”