Under Mr Nolan's bed

She rolled her eyes, looking at me in the rearview mirror. “I knew that!” I was glad that the theater was only a half-mile from the house. When Erica pulled crooked into a parking spot, I jumped out before she even had a chance to straighten the car-not that she intended to, since she was getting out, too, tossing the keys to Mr. Nolan over the Sable’s roof.

“So Bobby saw this movie?” I asked Erica as we headed off to the concession stand with a crisp twenty dollar bill from Mr. Nolan’s wallet. Her dad was getting tickets.

“Yeah, with his sister,” she replied. “I think it’ll be good. Better than Mimic or that awful Starship Troopers he made me sit through. Ugh!”

“Hey, Starship Troopers was your idea.” Mr. Nolan came up behind us as we got to the front of the line.

“Keep lying like that and your nose is gonna grow.” Erica rolled her eyes and started to rattle off what we wanted to the guy behind the concession stand.

“That’s not what’s growing,” Mr. Nolan whispered, leaning in to my ear so only I could hear him. His hands gripped my hips for just a moment, pressing into me from behind, and then he let me go, reaching for the popcorn and pop on the counter. I stood there, breathless, trying not to look at him, but feeling a heat spreading through my whole body.

“Twizzlers.” Erica handed them over to me. “I don’t know how you can eat those things.”

The guy taking tickets smiled and winked at Erica, and his eyes skipped from her bare midriff over to my legs. Mr. Nolan saw him looking and came up behind us both, pressing two popcorn tubs to the small of our backs and steering us past him.

“Dad!” Erica protested, looking over her shoulder and smiling back at the guy, who was watching us walk away.

“Don’t ‘Dad’ me,” he said, still smiling. “Keep walking.” Inside the theater, Mr. Nolan directed Erica in first and then followed her, leaving me to bring up the rear. The theater was practically empty, although the previews had already started, and we settled into our seats with all our goodies.

Erica put her feet up on the seat in front of her, balancing her popcorn in her lap and munching away.

I noticed Mr. Nolan looking at my legs out of the corner of his eye and I crossed one knee over the other, moving a little to make my skirt slide up my slim thigh. I was rewarded with a raised eyebrow from him as he shifted in his seat. I glanced over at Erica, but her eyes were on the screen, watching a preview for X-Men.

“Want one?” I whispered to him, opening my packet of Twizzlers and putting one of the long, red licorice ropes into my mouth, sucking gently.

“Brat,” he mouthed, watching me suck on the tip. I flicked it with my tongue, my eyes never leaving his. He shook his head, but he was smiling.

When the movie started, I got drawn into the story, munching on popcorn and chewing on Twizzlers. Every so often, my arm would brush Mr. Nolan’s or his knee would nudge my bare leg and I would look over at him and smile. I could almost pretend that we were on a real date. I saw him looking at my top once, and realized that my nipples were poking through the material-it was cold in the theater.

I realized with dawning horror that the movie was turning out to be about some guy’s mid-life crisis and his lust for his daughter’s best friend. I bit my lip and tried not to look over at Mr. Nolan, sure that he was just as uncomfortable as I was. The tension was unbearable, with Erica sitting right on the other side of him, and I cringed when the daughter on the screen said to her friend, “Just don’t fuck my dad, all right, please?”

Sinking in my seat, I could imagine what Erica’s reaction would be to finding out that I was fucking her dad-somewhere in the realm of sheer horror and utter disbelief? It was a huge betrayal, and I knew it. I tried to make myself vow that I would end it. I knew it was wrong, he knew it was wrong. It had to stop.

I had almost made up my mind, when I felt Mr. Nolan’s hand on my thigh.

It was just his fingers, inching their way up under my skirt. I stiffened, glancing over at Erica, but she was glued to the screen, her hand moving slowly from the popcorn tub to her mouth in a slow, rhythmic fashion.

I shifted in my seat, and my legs parted for him like the red sea. There just wasn’t any “no” in my body when it came to him. My eyes closed as he reached my panties, his fingers petting the soft fabric, feeling the damp crotch and how my pussy lips were already swollen and parted.

Resting the popcorn tub on my knees, I hoped that would cover the fact that his hand was pressing my skirt up higher, nudging my panties aside. I swallowed hard, watching his face, but he was looking straight ahead, his fingers working along the elastic edge. His expression changed when he found the now-smooth texture of my lips, how slick they were, how soft.