Under Mr Nolan's bed

“Want to go say hi?” I moved out of the alcove and breathed a sigh of relief as she followed me.

“Mr. Nolan brought you to Alinea’s?” She sounded incredulous and stopped in the alcove doorway, forcing me to stop, too.

“What are you doing here?” I changed the subject. “Did you guys have reservations?”

“Your father’s boss did,” she said as the door behind us squeaked open and I felt my heart drop with a thick thud somewhere in my middle. “He couldn’t make it, though, so he… Rob?” Mr. Nolan stood half in and half out of the men’s room. He couldn’t go back, and he didn’t want to come forward, but there was nothing else to do.

He put on an immediately bright face, smiling. “Patty! What a surprise to see you here!”

My mother looked back to me, her mouth thinning for a moment. “Yes…

you too.”

“Well, Erica’s waiting at the table.” I edged sideways. “We should go…”

“Yes, your father’s waiting.” My mother’s eyes danced between me and Mr. Nolan.

“Good seeing you, Patty.” Rob nodded. “I’ll bring her home safe and sound the day after tomorrow.”

“Yes,” my mother said again as he moved past her, steering me by the elbow toward our table. I turned and waved briefly over my shoulder, my stomach lurching at the look on her face.

“She knows,” I whispered when we were far enough away. I saw the grim look on Mr. Nolan’s face but he just nodded once.

“Hey, there you are!” Erica exclaimed, and I was relieved to see that Charles was still at the table, sitting in Mr. Nolan’s seat and talking to her.

“My mom’s here,” I said, trying to tell her with my eyes, but she was too involved with the waiter to get it.

“It’s okay,” Mr. Nolan whispered as Charles moved and we sat. His hand squeezed mine under the table. “It’ll be okay.”

We ate our next course, and the one after that, nineteen more of them in all, although I lost count. It was just a blur of plates and strange-looking food after that and my stomach getting tied up in tighter and tighter knots.

When it was finally over, I saw Erica slip Charles her phone number. I also saw my parents as we were leaving the restaurant, but they didn’t see us. They weren’t talking. My father was drinking a martini and my mother had her chin in her hand and she was gazing at the floor, a distant look in her eyes.

Chapter Thirteen

Do you think she knows?" I whispered.

"Who?" He glanced down at me. "Sister Frances?"

I shook my head, thinking about my mother now that our senior trip was almost over and we were supposed to go home tomorrow. I looked past him to where Sister Frances was praying silently with her eyes closed, her fingers moving over her rosary beads.

"She thanked me, you know," he whispered into my ear, his hand sliding down the back of my jeans and tugging at my panties, pulling them taut between my ass cheeks. The crotch hugged my pussy and made me shiver. "Said she wouldn't know what she would do without me here to keep an eye on all of the girls."

"You're a bad man," I whispered, waving to Erica. She was sitting up front in the boat, because she wanted to get completely soaked. We, on the other hand, were at the back, and I was hoping not to get too wet-although from the way my body was responding to the gentle tug of my panties, I was probably going to lose that battle.

"But doesn't it feel good?" He drew my panties up a little tighter and beginning a rhythmic tug.

Swallowing, I looked up at him, biting my lip. My pussy lips were swollen and I knew I was soaked. We'd been teasing each other all day and now, as the sun was starting to set and we were on our very last ride, the anticipation of going back to the hotel was almost too much.

I glanced down at his crotch, aching to touch his cock, knowing he must be hard for me, but with Sister Frances sitting right on the other side of him, I didn't dare. His hand, tucked behind me, was obscured from view as he hugged my pussy with the damp twist of my panties. The material was slowly being wedged between my wet lips.

"Oh!" I gasped when he took up a little more of the slack and my panties bunched up tight, rubbing right against my clit. He smiled, giving a satisfied tug, making me close my eyes for a moment in the pleasure of it.

"Don't be afraid, child." Sister Frances reached over and patted my knee. I opened my eyes to look at her as Mr. Nolan resumed his rhythmic pulling. "The Lord will watch over us."

"Yes," I gasped, wiggling in my seat, the gentle heat of my clit being rubbed against my panties making me flushed and tingly. "Thank you, Sister."

"Although we may get a little wet, I'm afraid!" Mr. Nolan smiled.

"Will we get very wet?" Her eyes grew wide.

I muffled a moan. "Very wet," I whispered. Mr. Nolan tugged faster, making me squirm in my seat.

"I'm afraid so." He patted Sister Frances' hand. "But it won't last too long.

The brochure said the ride down is 1.3 seconds."