Under Mr Nolan's bed

My mother sighed. “You haven’t been home on a weekend for a month, now! I don’t like how much time you’re spending over there lately.”

“But-”

She interrupted me, using her fed-up tone. “Leah, come home! Your senior project is over. There’s no reason for you to be there all weekend. You stayed last night. You can come home tonight.”

“Fine,” I said coldly. “We’re watching a movie. I’ll be home at midnight.” I hung up without saying goodbye, glaring at the phone as I set it back in the cradle, daring it to ring, but it didn’t.

When I joined them on the couch, I slid into the spot on the other side of Mr. Nolan.

“Problems?” He frowned at me.

I shrugged. “She wants me home tonight.”

“Aww!” Erica pouted. “We were gonna go to IHOP in the morning for waffles!”

“Don’t rub it in.” I picked at imaginary lint on my jeans. “I’ll just come over in the morning.”

Mr. Nolan’s hand moved over mine, squeezing briefly before letting go.

“I’m sure your mother just misses you.”

“I guess.” I shrugged again and curled my feet under me, pretending to watch the movie, but I couldn’t concentrate. All day, I had thought about nothing else but how I was going to sneak into Mr. Nolan’s room tonight after Erica was asleep, and now my own mother had foiled my plans!

“I’m gonna make popcorn.” I got up. “Want some?”

Mr. Nolan’s eyes met mine. “I’ll help you.”

“And leave me here alone!?” Erica gulped. “Hello! Vampires!”

“They won’t bite you.” I grinned from the doorway. “They’re not into fast food.”

“Bitch!” She laughed, throwing a pillow at me. I caught it and stuck my tongue out at her, throwing it back.

“Okay, girls!” Mr. Nolan pushed me towards the kitchen. “Erica, just call me if it gets too scary.”

“Fine.” She grumbled, drawing her knees up to her chin and tucking her feet in close to her body. “But hurry up!”

I was already opening the cupboard, stretching up to get the popcorn from the top shelf, when I felt him press me into the counter, pulling my hair aside so he could kiss my neck and shoulder.

He nuzzled my ear. “I want you so bad, I can’t stand it.” The words made me melt and I turned in his arms, my lips meeting his, our mouths soft, wet heat as our tongues met. His thigh pressed hard between my legs and I squeezed it, wishing I was wearing a skirt again so he could touch me. I rocked my clit back and forth over the seam of my jeans as I rubbed my pussy against his leg.

“I want to stay the night,” I whispered into his ear, pouting, feeling his hands moving behind me, under my shirt, touching skin.

“I know.” He squeezed me close with a sigh. His hand slipped under the waistband of my jeans, tugging at my panties. “I want you to.”

“I can’t stand not being with you.” I reached between us and rubbed my hand over the bulge in his crotch. There was too much fabric separating us and I strained against it.

“I know, I know.” He drew a shaky breath and then kissed me again, squeezing my ass as I rubbed my hand between his legs, creating a delicious friction.

“Hurry, you guys!” Erica called and I jumped, we both did, moving quickly apart.

“Popcorn,” he said, as if reminding us both, and I grabbed the Orville Redenbacher container while he plugged the air-popper in.

“Where’s the butter?” I asked in front of the open fridge as he poured seeds into the top of the machine.

He reached his arm around me, opening a little door on the side. “In here.” I caught his arm, taking the butter and turning his hand up to kiss it. He watched me, his eyes following the path my tongue started to make-little circles over his palm, then tracing up toward the soft pads of his fingers. His face looked pained when I took his index finger into my mouth and sucked it gently, rolling my tongue around the tip.

“Leah,” he whispered, watching his finger disappear into my mouth. “Oh god.”

And then we were pressed together again, kissing and touching, the soft sounds of our hungry mouths and groping hands lost in the whir of the air-popper. He was grabbing my ass, lifting me, pulling me in to his crotch, and I wrapped my legs around him as he shoved me up onto the kitchen counter.

“Please, oh, please,” I whispered as his hands moved under my t-shirt, rubbing my nipples through my bra. My pussy was throbbing, a thick pulse between my legs, and I squeezed the butter so hard as we kissed that I left fingerprints in it.

I dropped the butter to the floor when his thumb moved over the seam of my jeans, rubbing my pussy through the thick material, and I moaned into his mouth, rocking with the rhythm of his hands. I unsnapped and unzipped him quickly, wiggling my hand in, finding his thick, hard length and rubbing it.

“Oh baby.” He cupped my mound and squeezed my nipple hard as I tugged on him. Behind us, the popcorn was popping, snapping loudly as each kernel opened up. “Oh fuck.”