Under Mr Nolan's bed

I could hear the shower still running and I pulled my skirt up and my panties aside, heading straight for my clit. I was surprised at how wet I was already-I had felt more apprehensive than aroused with Erica here, or at least, I thought I had. My body had different ideas. My pussy was swollen and slick and my fingers moved in easy circles around my clit.

“Lick it, yeah, faster!” the girl on screen moaned, playing with her own nipples as his tongue moved back and forth between her lips. I wondered again what that would feel like, someone’s mouth between my legs. The girl panted and moaned and rocked and really made it look like it felt incredible and I found myself imagining Mr. Nolan down there between my legs and flushed at the thought.

I couldn’t help remembering him laying right here, in this very spot, doing this very thing-masturbating while he watched those girls being fucked on TV.

The memory of him rewinding to just the right spot and timing his coming with the guy on the screen made me feel warm and tingly all over, and I found myself wanting to see that scene again. That’s the scene I wanted to come to.

I hopped off the bed, stopping the tape and putting in the one Mr. Nolan had been watching last night. It was cued up to right after that scene, and I realized he must have turned it off at that point. Using the remote, I rewound it, finding that scene again-the two women lying on their backs, stacked one on top of the other, the guy between their legs like a kid in a candy store, trying to decide which pussy to fuck first.

It wasn’t really the scene-although it was exciting, seeing the girls spread open for him, watching his slick cock pull out and press in again-it was knowing that, for some reason, this was the scene that Mr. Nolan found exciting, this was the scene that pushed him over that edge. Knowing that was what pushed me over. I wanted to come at that same point, to some way relive the night before.

I could hear the shower still running, but I knew she wouldn’t be much longer. My fingers rubbed faster, watching the guy on the screen, his cock slipping up and down between their lips, first one, then the other. They were begging him again, “Fuck me… no, me!” fighting over that hard cock.

The vibrator was resting against my hip and I glanced down at it, curious.

Would it get me there faster? I wondered. Already the guy on screen was pumping hard into the blonde on the bottom and the girls were kissing, sucking each other’s tongues. I heard the shower go off and I grabbed the vibrator, turning the knob on the bottom and making it hum.

Pulling my panties aside, I pressed the head of it against my clit. It was so intense that I pulled it away immediately, gasping out loud. My whole body buzzed with the sensation and, unable to resist, I nudged my panties aside again and found my clit with the vibrating pink head.

“Oh god,” I whispered, watching the scene on the TV through half-closed eyes, being carried away by the glorious sensation between my thighs. I’d never felt anything so good. My nipples hardened the minute I touched the vibrator to my pussy and I used my other hand to rub them through my blouse, moaning softly as the feeling between my legs increased even more.

On the screen, the guy was thrusting hard into the blonde, grunting and straining with the effort, and all I could think about was Mr. Nolan stroking his cock right here in this very spot, his body wracked with pleasure as he rewound this scene, right to this very moment. There it was-the guy pulled his cock out, groaning, “I’m gonna come!” and aimed it right for the dark-haired girl’s smooth lips.

“Oh me, too,” I moaned, the tingle between my legs full to bursting as I watched him shoot his cum between her spread-open lips. I closed my eyes, then, the image of Mr. Nolan shooting his cum filling my head, and then changing, morphing into the fantasy of him kneeling between my legs, pressing the head of his cock to my clit, just where I was rubbing the vibrator.

“Come all over me, Mr. Nolan,” I whispered, imagining his cum, thick and creamy, streaming hot, rhythmic blasts right against my pussy. I couldn’t hold back anymore, and the vibrator buzzing between my legs pressed me over the edge. Moaning and rocking, my whole body went with the sensation, the delicious tightening and release happening again and again as I rubbed myself with the head of the cock.

“Mmmmm, I bet that felt good.” Erica’s voice was right next to my ear and I gasped, flinging the vibrator onto the bed and pulling my skirt down. She was kneeling next to me, wrapped in a towel, her hair wet.

How long had she been there? I wondered. Had she heard what I said!? I couldn’t tell-her eyes were veiled, but she looked different, somehow, and was definitely looking at me in a way I’d never seen before.

“You changed the tape, huh?” she remarked, walking over and ejecting it, putting the other one back in.