Under Mr Nolan's bed

I was glad that her dad was already getting our stuff out of the trunk and hadn't heard her. I followed them both into the house. It had always felt like home to me, but there was a newness to it now that I knew it really was home.

"Should I call her tonight?" I asked as we headed upstairs to unpack. "So she won't worry?"

Mr. Nolan opened the door to his room and I followed, glancing over my shoulder as Erica went into hers, waving to us and calling "Goodnight!" It felt so strange that I made him leave the door open.

"I'm afraid she'll make a scene." He sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and kicking off his shoes.

"I'll leave a message on her cell." I picked up the phone next to his bed.

"She turns it off at night. It won't ring." He watched me as I dialed, and even though I turned around, I could still feel his eyes on me.

I edged toward the bathroom as the phone started to ring. "I'll just get ready for bed…"

Shutting the door behind me, I sat on the edge of the tub, hearing my mother's voice, "Hi, this is Patty, I can't come to the phone right now…"

My intention was just to say that we got in too late and I decided to stay the night, but that isn't how it happened. Just hearing her voice, remembering how angry she was at the restaurant when she saw us together, made something wrench a notch too tight inside of me. When the "BEEP" came, I blurted it all out, probably because it was safer telling her voice mail than telling her face-to-face.

"Mom, it's Leah, I'm at the Nolan's, and I'm staying here. I'm… really staying here. For good. Mr. Nolan… Rob… we're… we're going to live together. I love him, Mom. I really love him, and he's asked me to move in, and I said yes.

I'm eighteen, you know. I'm an adult, and this is my decision. I hope you can understand."

I hung up quickly, putting the phone down on the floor as if it were hot to the touch. I looked at it, waiting for it to ring, but it didn't, so I washed my face and brushed my teeth and stripped down to my t-shirt for bed before picking the phone back up again.

"Everything okay?" He was knocking on the door.

I opened it and peered out. "I told her."

His eyes widened. "Did you talk to her?"

I shook my head, moving past him into the bedroom. "I left her a message.

But I told her I was going to stay here."

"Tonight," he said, coming to sit next to me on the bed. "You mean, tonight…"

"No." I shook my head, putting the phone back in its cradle. "I told her I was moving in with you."

He let out a breath, collapsing back onto the bed. "Well… I expect the phone is going to ring in the morning."

"Are you going to talk to her?" I snuggled up next to him. He was just in his boxers, and I rested my cheek against his bare chest.

"I will." He nodded, staring up at the ceiling.

"She's going to be mad." I traced circles over his belly with my fingernail.

He squeezed me with one arm, leaning in to kiss the top of my head. "It'll be okay."

"You promise?" I felt the weight of it now as we lay together in his bed.

Tilting my chin up, he kissed me. "I promise."

The kiss moved from a soft, reassuring thing to something deeper in just moments, our tongues meshing, my body pressing itself against him like I had no control over it at all. My hands, too, found their way down to his boxers, rubbing his stiffening length through them from base to tip, pressing the head against his belly.

He groaned against my mouth when I slipped my hand under the material.

"My god, Leah… I don't know what it is about you…"

I smiled, tugging at his shorts. "Is that a compliment?"

"Definitely," he murmured as I slipped down between his legs, pulling his boxers off and settling myself in front of his cock. It was straight up already, and I admired the gentle curve of it as I rested my head against his thigh.

"Do you remember that first night?" My fingertips brushed over his balls, working my way up the base.

"Yes." He shifted his weight a little as I leaned in to wrap my hand fully around him. "God, yes… just seeing you standing next to my bed, spreading that pretty little pussy for me…"

"I wanted you so much." I kissed the head of his cock, licking around that soft, sensitive ridge and feeling him swell.

"I wanted you, too." His hand moved to my hair, pressing me down his shaft, burying the tip of him near the back of my throat. I groaned, sucking greedily, making him moan. "Oh yeah, Leah… fuck… I couldn't stop thinking about you… I still can't… it wasn't the first time…"

"What do you mean?" I murmured, pausing to lick around the head again, lapping at him like he was a melting ice cream cone and I was trying to catch all the sweet, delicious dribbles down the side.

"Oh baby," he moaned as I sucked him into my mouth again, just the tip, moving my tongue back and forth. "I used to… god, the way you ran around here in practically nothing-and that damned uniform! Your little panties flashing all the time… I couldn't help it. I wanted you so much."