Under Mr Nolan's bed

“Work, unfortunately.” He took a bite of a bagel and cream cheese that I hadn’t noticed until that moment. “I’d rather not, but duty calls.”

“That looks good,” I remarked, and my stomach growled. I wasn’t used to being up so early. “Work on a Saturday?”

“Tax season,” he explained. “Accountants always work weekends in April.”

“Well, that sucks.” I watched him take another bite of bagel.

He chuckled, wiping cream cheese off the corner of his mouth with a napkin. “Yes. It sucks. To say the least. Do you want some of this?” I shrugged, my stomach growling again. “Maybe just a bite? I don’t have cooties.”

“Here.” He held it out to me, watching as I tore off a piece with my teeth and licked cream cheese off my lips. I felt self-conscious around him, like I wanted to check my hair or smooth my skirt, and I had never felt that way around Mr. Nolan before. His smile was warm and he took another bite, saying through a mouthful, “I’m not worried about catching cooties.”

“So how’d your project go last night?” he asked. I flushed at the mention of the night before and was glad that the kitchen wasn’t well-lit.

“Okay.” I shrugged, and took another bite of the bagel when he offered it to me and hugged my knee up to rest my chin on it. I did it without even thinking, before I remembered that I wasn’t wearing panties. When I saw where his eyes were, my face filled immediately with heat.

“You were up late,” he said, his voice a little lower, his eyes not moving. I was paralyzed, frozen in place, and the look on his face, caught somewhere between uneasiness and lust, made it even worse.

“So were you,” I replied softly and I didn’t look away when his eyes lifted to meet mine.

He cleared his throat and reached over and touched the corner of my mouth with a napkin, where I was stretching to reach with my tongue, to get a bit of cream cheese. “Sounded like a lot of giggling going on in there and not a lot of working.”

I smiled, slowly lowering my leg and smoothing my green and blue plaid skirt. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he was watching me. “Yeah, well… you know how we are.”

“Yep.” He nodded, popping the last of the bagel into his mouth. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

The kitchen was lighter now-the sun was coming up. Behind us, Erica stumbled in, her short blonde hair a frazzled cloud around her face as she rubbed at her eyes and frowned.

“What are you two doing up at this ungodly hour?” she mumbled, groping along the counter toward the coffeemaker and flipping it on. My mother would have killed me before letting me drink coffee, but Mr. Nolan wasn’t like that.

“I’m going to work, darlin’.” He stood, taking his plate to the sink and kissing her cheek on the way by. “You two be good. Don’t trash the house. And no boys.” He said this last in a mock-stern voice, only he wasn’t really kidding.

“We’ll be good,” I piped up, seeing Erica roll her eyes and stick her tongue out at his back. He smiled at me and his eyes smiled, too. For a moment, just a brief second, they flickered down to the hem of my skirt and my whole body felt filled with heat.

“Bye, Mr. Nolan!” I called as he grabbed his briefcase.

Erica made a face at me as she heard the door close behind him. “Be good?!”

“We’re always good.” I smiled, watching her pour Cocoa Puffs.

She snorted, grabbing the milk out of the fridge. “Well, then, let’s go upstairs and get up to some good.”

“Erica!” I laughed. “More like ‘no good.’”

She took a bite of cereal and crunched noisily. “Don’t you want to see the videos?”

I blushed, remembering catching Mr. Nolan watching one of those videos last night, but of course, I couldn’t tell her that.

“Ahhhh sugar and caffeine!” She pulled a mug out of the cupboard.

“Breakfast of champions-are you hungry?”

“No,” I replied, not telling her about the bagel I’d shared with her father, either.

“Well, let’s go then.” She grabbed her Cocoa Puffs and her coffee and headed out of the kitchen. “I want to show you something.”

“Another something?” I followed her up the stairs to her room.

She put her coffee on the night table and curled up on the bed, finishing her cereal as she directed me. “Open my underwear drawer.” I opened the top drawer of her dresser, and it reminded me that I wasn’t wearing any panties. I grabbed a plain white pair. “Hey, can I borrow these?”

“Sure.” She drank the now-chocolate milk out of her bowl. “Look at the back of the drawer for a leopard print.”

I tugged the panties on and then straightened my skirt, looking at the back of her drawer for something that looked like a leopard print, finding it under a bunch of her bras. I grabbed it, surprised by the sudden weight in my hand-this wasn’t underwear!

“What in the heck?” I felt something long and hard under the material.

“My vibrator.” She grinned, drinking her coffee in huge gulps. “Ahhhh god, I love caffeine.”

“Should I even ask where you got it?” I sat on the bed and handed it over to her.