Under Mr Nolan's bed

"Maybe less." I shifted my hip to touch his, biting my lip and looking up at him through half-closed eyes. I knew they must be dazed with lust, and I was glad there was no one sitting on the other side of me, because I couldn't stop wiggling.

"It creates a 1,600 foot wave." Mr. Nolan talked as the boat neared the very top of the ramp. "And it sends us down at about a 50 degree angle."

I grabbed his thigh, biting my lip as he made my panties rub faster between my pussy lips. My nipples were hard and poking through my white t-shirt, and I saw him looking at them. My whole mound was aching, the friction building, and I couldn't believe it, but I was very close to coming.

"Well!" Sister Frances covered her eyes with one hand. "At least it isn't forty days and forty nights."

"Are you ready?" The friction between my legs was almost unbearable as my panties slipped through my wetness. "Here we go…"

"Yes!" I moaned, burying my face against his chest. "Here it comes!"

Then we were falling, and I heard Sister Frances screeching, and I jerked in my seat, my pussy on fire as I started to come, shuddering against him. He leaned in to shield me with his body, shoving his hand between my legs and rubbing hard, forcing my orgasm to the point of almost painful pleasure. I bucked against him and screamed, wrapping my arms around his neck, just before the cold shock of the wave hit us both. We were laughing as the boat rocked at the bottom, our arms wrapped around each other, and I wanted to kiss him, but I knew I couldn't.

"Oh goodness," Sister Frances muttered as she wiped her face. She wasn't wearing her habit, but her wimple was soaked and water was coming off of it in sheets. "Very wet! Very, very wet."

"Yes." I laughed, shoving my wet hair out of my face. "Very, very wet."

Erica waited for us to get off the boat, her eyes shining, her hair plastered to her head. "Oh my god, wasn't that the most fun you've ever had?!"

"Almost…" I glanced up at Mr. Nolan, who was grinning at us both. My pussy was still pulsing with my climax, and I was glad that everyone was soaked, because I was sure that there would be a wet spot on the crotch of my jeans otherwise.

"We should go get changed," he suggested, taking Erica's hand and mine.

"Thank you again, Mr. Nolan!" Sister Frances put her hand on his arm.

"You've been such a help today, keeping the girls out of trouble."

He smiled. "They're good girls. Have a good evening, Sister Frances."

I giggled when he leaned over and whispered into my ear. "Very, very good."

"I think I got sunburned." Erica adjusted the tube top she was wearing.

"Dad, did you bring any stuff?"

"Yep, back in the room." He led us toward the exit.

The hotel wasn't far, and Erica and I stripped down in the bathroom while Mr. Nolan changed in the room. I helped her put aloe on her sunburn. It wasn't too bad, but she was so fair that even with sun block on, she had burned a little bit.

"Do you want me to go out for a while?" Erica asked as I smoothed aloe over her shoulder blades.

"Why?" I played dumb as I closed the top to the aloe and put it on the counter.

"You know why." She met my eyes in the mirror and I flushed.

"Erica, I don't want…" I sighed, helping her put her t-shirt on and resting my chin on her shoulder. "I don't want you to feel left out. I'm not trying to take him away or anything…"

"It's no big deal." She shook her head. "I don't feel like that, honest. So he's your boyfriend… he's still my dad."

"Yeah." I kissed her cheek, smiling. "You're the best friend ever."

"You can sleep in the same bed." She turned to me. "I'm okay with it."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. "It's either you and me in one bed, or you and him in one bed, right? It makes the most sense…"

I shrugged, feeling that throb of anticipation between my legs. "I guess."

"Besides, you know you want to." She grinned.

When we went into the room, Mr. Nolan had the TV on and was sitting on one of the beds in a pair of boxers. Erica went to the other bed and got in, curling under the covers and watching a movie. I sat in the cushy chair, neutral territory, still wary of crawling into either bed.

It was probably her sunburn that made her so sleepy, but Erica was snoring within fifteen minutes. I kept glancing over at Mr. Nolan, but he seemed engrossed in the movie. I wanted him to ask me to bed, but I was afraid he wouldn't, not with Erica there. Maybe I'd end up sleeping with her anyway, I thought morosely.

I sighed, putting my leg up over the arm of the chair and glancing at him again. His eyes were on the screen, but the chair was angled toward him a little, and I knew he must be able to see me. With a little smile, I pulled my t-shirt up, and nudged my panties aside. My lips were smooth and soft-I'd continued to shave them after that first time. I loved how swollen and wet they got, how easy it was to slip my fingers through them, now.