Under Mr Nolan's bed

“Fuck yeah!” Mr. Nolan groaned, his hips really pressing up hard now, his hand pumping. My pussy was on fire, and my fingers were taking me with him, so close, my breath matching his. “I’m gonna come all over that pussy, baby!” It all happened at once-the guy coming on the screen again, the dark-haired girl spreading her smooth, shaved lips so he could aim his cock right there, right against her clit, shooting hot streams of white fluid onto her pussy.

There was so much of it, wave after wave, dribbling over her fingers spreading her open, down the pink folds of her flesh.

And Mr. Nolan was coming, too, his cock erupting over his hand again and again, a geyser of hot, white cum spilling down his fist and onto his belly. I couldn’t take it-my swollen clit was throbbing, aching for relief, and I came, too, watching him thrust and grunt and spill even more cum as it slid down the length of his shaft, my pussy contracting so hard I wanted to scream, but I had to bite my lip to keep from making any sound at all as I shuddered and bucked against the doorframe.

My ears were ringing and my breath was coming so fast I could barely control it. Mr. Nolan was rubbing his softening cock against his belly and on screen, the blonde had wiggled out from under and was licking the cum off the dark-haired girl’s pussy. Feeling guilty now, I shut the door as quietly as I could, making sure the latch didn’t make that tell-tale “click” as it closed.

I sat on the toilet, breathless, my panties still at my knees, and peed, releasing a torrent over my swollen, throbbing pussy, and that felt good, too. The glow from under the bathroom door was still there, but the sound was gone, and I knew he must have muted the TV. It was quiet in his room. Suddenly it occurred to me that he would probably be coming to the bathroom to clean up!

I quickly grabbed some toilet paper to wipe myself, half standing, reaching around to flush, when the door opened and he came in. We froze in the flickering blue glow of the television, both of us exposed. He was completely naked, and I might as well have been, with my panties down and my shirt pulled up.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, and I saw his eyes on me, moving over me. “I didn’t know you were in here!”

“I should have locked it,” I apologized to the closing door. “I’m sorry, Mr.

Nolan.”

He was quiet and I wondered if he knew, or suspected, that I had been standing there watching him. “It’s my fault, I should have knocked.” I flushed the toilet, quickly pulling my panties up and my t-shirt down and washing my hands fast at the sink before announcing, “I’m done!”

“Good night, Leah,” he said as I opened the other bathroom door and stepped into the hallway.

“Good night, Mr. Nolan.” I swallowed hard as I made my way back to Erica’s room.

She was still sleeping, her breathing deep and even. I pressed my hot, red face into the cool, forgiving material of my pillow. Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered, and something in my belly tightened another notch. I heard the toilet flush and the sound of the bathroom door closing again and knew he was back in his room.

I felt so guilty, squeezing my thighs together and feeling that ache while I was thinking about my best friend’s dad. I couldn’t help it though, and I slid my hand down again, under my belly, cupping my swollen mound in the darkness and rocking, remembering. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and I wondered if he was thinking about me, too.

Chapter Two

I took a shower before the sun even came up, intent on going home as soon as possible, preferably before anyone woke up. I couldn’t face them, I decided, as I got dressed in the bathroom. I had to wear my uniform, since I hadn’t walked home to get a change of clothes the night before, but my panties were still damp, so I just shoved them into my skirt pocket and went without. I could have borrowed some of Erica’s but I didn’t want to wake her up.

I crept downstairs, going into the kitchen to get my backpack, and noticed the light over the stove was on. There was my backpack, on the floor by the door, right next to Mr. Nolan’s briefcase.

“Where are you going, Leah?”

I jumped and squealed, my heart racing as I turned to find Mr. Nolan sitting at the kitchen table. He was in shadow, but his face appeared in the light as he leaned forward and smiled at me.

“I… couldn’t sleep.” I put my backpack down and felt the burn in my cheeks. He knew what I looked like naked-and I’d seen him masturbating.

Could it get any more embarrassing than this moment?

“Want some breakfast?” He waved me toward a chair. “We’ve got lots of cereal. Just don’t eat the last of the Cocoa Puffs, or Erica will have your head.” Pulling a chair out, I sat, looking at him in the dimness. He was acting like nothing had happened, but I could feel something between us that hadn’t been there before.

I noticed he was dressed in a suit and tie. “Where are you going so early?” 16