by Selena Kitt
“Leah, you need to stop. We can’t… where is Erica?” he asked, as if, in his shock, this had just occurred to him.
“In her bedroom… with Bobby.” Her hand moved up and down on him. She was fascinated with the way the skin moved over the hardness underneath.
His eyes widened, and something flashed there—anger? She slipped her mouth around him again, wanting to distract him, not wanting him to think about it.
“Does it feel good?” Leah asked as she came up on him again, running her tongue around and around like Erica had shown her. She saw him struggling, wrestling with something inside of himself, and she wanted to win out. She knelt up between his thighs, pulling her blouse up and exposing her breasts, wiggling between his legs.
“Isn’t it funny…?” she whispered. “Doing this just makes me want to touch myself.” He groaned, watching as she pulled her skirt up, rubbing herself as she slid her mouth back down to kiss and lick the head.
“Please,” he murmured as she took him in again, halfway, making him wet with her saliva. “Oh, Leah, my God...”
She had seen enough in the movies they watched already to know what to do. She worked her head up and down, faster and faster, never taking her eyes off his face. She could see his struggle start to dissipate as she sucked him. Something else took over and he started to thrust against her, and she knew it was all right when his hand moved into her hair and he started pressing her down even further on his length.
She made little noises around his shaft, still rubbing herself, pressing her fingers deep inside. Her jaw was starting to ache, but she didn’t care, she kept on sucking, hungry and eager, wanting to make him feel good.
“Yes, yes,” he whispered, watching her through half-closed eyes. “Suck it… God, that’s so good!”
His praise encouraged her and she used her other hand around the base, stroking as she sucked, making him jerk under her hands. His breath came faster and faster, and she felt the tension in his thighs.
“Ohhh God,” he groaned, pressing her head down so far she nearly choked on his length, working himself back into her throat. “You’re going to make me come!”
She whimpered, looking up at him, not sucking him so much anymore as he was using her mouth, her lips and tongue and the soft wetness, to seek his release. The intensity of it was too much, and she shivered, her fingers plunging in and out of her cleft, her orgasm shaking her whole body as he grabbed her head and shoved it down against his crotch.
She felt the first blast against the roof of her mouth. He came, a peppery torrent, flooding her tongue, hot and acrid, and she didn’t know what to do with it, so she started to swallow, the taste burning her throat and making her eyes water as he continued to pump into her mouth. She kept him there, sucking gently as he shook against her, swallowing the last of him and pressing her whole hand over her throbbing mound, her orgasm slowly subsiding.
“Oh God,” he murmured, opening his eyes and looking down at her. That look was back again and he frowned. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have...”
“Leah?” It was Erica’s voice, faint, calling for her.
Eyes wide, Leah stood, grabbing her panties off the floor and running for the door. She saw a last glimpse of Mr. Nolan’s shocked, stunned face before she slipped out.
“I’m here!” she called, hurrying to straighten her bra and blouse, tucking it into her skirt and slipping her panties back on as she rushed down the hall.
She met Erica as she came around the corner and Leah hissed, “Your dad’s home! We need to get Bobby out of here!”
“Oh shit!” Erica poked her head back into her room, motioning to Bobby to grab the beer. They rushed around, grabbing empties and hurrying down the hall and outside as quietly as they could.
“He’s going to kill me,” Erica moaned as they ran around the side of the warehouse. “Oh my God, I’m so dead.”
“I don’t think so,” Leah panted, breathless. Erica gave her a funny look and Leah shrugged.
She didn’t think Mr. Nolan was going to say anything at all to her about it. In fact, she was almost positive he wouldn’t.
Chapter Seven
“Whoa, where you going?” Erica exclaimed, smearing nail polish on Leah’s hand when Mr. Nolan came around the corner into the kitchen.
“Erica!” Leah grabbed a cotton swab and dipped it into the nail polish remover, swiping at the pearly pink stripe on her finger. “Watch what you’re doing.”
“That’s a god-awful smell!” Mr. Nolan made a face, grabbing his coat off the back of Leah’s chair. His hand brushed her shoulder and she shivered, looking back at him.
“Wow,” Leah breathed, eyes wide. He was dressed in black slacks and a ribbed, grey cardigan with a white button-down shirt underneath and the cologne he was wearing was making her dizzy. “You smell fantastic.”
He smiled but didn’t meet her eyes. It had been that the same since that day—he avoided her, would barely even look at her, although Leah had tried a couple times to talk to him.
“Thanks.” He shrugged on his coat. “Erica, I’m going out.”
“Yeah, I gathered that,” she replied, still staring. “But where?”
He cleared his throat, shifting from foot to foot. “On a date.”
“Wow.” Erica raised her eyebrows. “About time.”
Leah couldn’t say anything. Her heart was beating too hard in her throat.
“You girls be good,” he said, looking at Leah then. She swallowed hard and dropped her gaze to the floor.
“So who’s this girl?” Erica cocked her head at him.
“Woman,” he corrected, straightening the collar of his long coat and glancing at Leah. Her stomach ached. “Someone from the gallery.”
“And how long have you known her?” Erica pressed on, and Leah began rubbing furiously at the pink nail polish spot on her skin.
“Long enough.” He gave her a smile. “No third degrees, all right?
“Well, she must be pretty special.” Erica frowned, dipping the drying nail polish brush back into the bottle. “I can count on one hand the number of dates you’ve gone on since Mom died.”
“She’s… just a girl.” He grabbed his keys off the rack on the wall. “Woman,” he corrected himself, clearing his throat again. “And we’re meeting for drinks. Very casual kind of date.”
“Well, you look great, Mr. Nolan,” Leah said, holding her hand out as Erica started painting her nails again. She knew her heart was in her eyes, and something moved over his face when he looked at her, something pained, and it made Leah want to cry.
“Thanks, Leah,” he said. “I won’t be too late. You girls be good.” He said it again, with an emphasis on good. Leah had been right—he never mentioned Bobby being in the house when he wasn’t home or finding her in his hidden darkroom. “I mean it.”
“We will,” Erica assured him. “We’re going to set our hair, watch Ed Sullivan and paint our nails—we’re made in the shade.”
He laughed, reaching over and brushing Erica’s hair out of her eyes. “You two are something else.” Leah tilted her face up to look at him as he passed, wanting him to touch her too, but knowing he wouldn’t.
“Well how about that,” Erica said as the front door closed behind him. “My dad, on a date.”
“He’s still a man.” Leah watched Erica’s hand shake slightly as she moved the brush toward her nails. “I imagine he misses… women...”
Erica nodded, turning her friend’s hand a little for a better angle. “It’s been five years… I guess it’s about time.”
In spite of her words, Erica didn’t look any happier about the prospect of her dad going on a date than Leah did, and while they went through the motions, watching Elvis on Ed Sullivan—they would only show him from the waist up!—and eating Jiffy-Pop and getting their newly-painted nails all buttery, both of their thoughts were elsewhere.
It wasn’t until Leah was tucked into the sleeping bag on the floor and Erica had turned out the
light when one of them mentioned it again.
“I wish my mom was here.” Erica sighed.
Leah nodded, feeling tears prick her eyes, but didn’t say anything. Mrs. Nolan had been like a second mother to her. She couldn’t remember much about that time, except Erica missing a lot of school, and the few times Leah was allowed over that year, she remembered Mrs. Nolan wearing a scarf on her head, her face gaunt, but her smile and her voice were always the same.
“I guess this is how life goes on,” Erica whispered in the dark. Leah moved out of her sleeping bag and crept up into the bed, lying next to her friend. She couldn’t imagine losing her mother, but she knew what it felt like to be without a father.
Erica sniffed and pulled Leah’s arm over her as she turned toward the wall. They fell asleep that way, Erica first—her breathing going from those soft little hitches to a deep, even cadence—and then Leah, drifting off to the rise and fall of Erica’s back against her chest.
Leah woke up twice that night. The first time, she heard voices. Erica was sleeping soundly, snoring a little, and Leah slipped her arm out from under her friend’s and eased off the bed. When she opened the door, she could hear the voices more clearly. It was Mr. Nolan and a woman.
She should have closed the door and gone back to sleep, but she didn’t. They were in the living room, so she crept down the hallway until she could see where they were sitting side-by-side and kissing on the couch. All of their clothes were on, but the woman had her leg up over his, and her skirt was riding high up her thigh. Mr. Nolan’s hand was there, pressing it up further.
“Oh, wait,” the blonde murmured, breaking their kiss. She had a Marilyn Monroe hairdo, all soft curls and waves, her lips painted darkly red. Mr. Nolan’s mouth traveled down her neck, his hand moving further up her thigh. “Rob, wait, wait...”
He stopped then, his breath coming so fast Leah could hear it from where she was standing, peeking around the corner.
“I… think I should go home.” The blonde extracted her leg from his and smoothed her skirt. “I like you, but maybe we should… go a little slower.”
He nodded as she picked up her purse. “Are you sure you’re okay to get home?”
“I’m fine.” She leaned over to kiss his cheek. “I had a good time.”
“Me too,” he agreed, standing and helping her up. Leah slipped further down the hall, knowing she had to be inside Erica’s room before they started down. “I’ll call you.”
“You better,” the blonde purred, and Leah couldn’t see them anymore as she slipped into Erica’s room, but she could tell they were kissing. She closed Erica’s door all the way with a tight, burning ball in the pit of her stomach and climbed back into the sleeping bag, hugging her pillow. She thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep, but she drifted off again.
The second time she woke up, she had to pee. She didn’t know what time it was, but she stumbled to the bathroom, still half-asleep. She pulled her panties down and sat, rubbing at her eyes. She washed and flushed when she was done, and it wasn’t until she was heading back to bed that she noticed the door under Mr. Nolan’s bed was ajar, the tapestry pulled aside.
She knew she shouldn’t, but she opened the door, seeing the flickering light from the second door filling the room. That door was open too. She crept toward the light, seeing him stretched out on the twin bed, stroking himself while the screen revealed a close-up of some man getting head. The hot, tingly feeling started between her legs as she watched, remembering Mr. Nolan’s hand in her hair as he shoved himself to the back of her throat just like the man on the screen.
Leah watched through the open door as Mr. Nolan’s hand shuttled up and down the length of his shaft. He stopped with a groan to squeeze the tip for a moment before resuming again. She pulled her nightgown up, her palm cupping the hot crotch of her panties as she took a tentative step into the room, the soft carpet there a pleasant shock to her bare feet after the cold tile of the darkroom floor.
She heard his breathing, fast and labored, his fist pumping hard. He couldn’t see her and he didn’t hear her, creeping up beside him, just like she hadn’t heard Erica that day. He was too focused on his pleasure, watching the scene on the screen. Her fingers moved her panties aside, searching the soft heat between her legs to find the little sensitive nub of flesh, rubbing it as she crept closer still.
The movie’s volume was soft, but audible, the moans and slaps of flesh clear as the man knelt between the blonde’s legs, aiming himself toward her center. Leah watched for a moment as he pulled out, slick and hard, and slid back in again with a moan. Mr. Nolan moaned too, his eyes closing tight as he squeezed himself in his fist with a hiss.
Sliding her panties down over her hips, she left them on the floor, moving to stand beside Mr. Nolan, her heart pounding, the heated prickle between her legs too urgent to ignore. She didn’t say anything, but he sensed her there, because he startled even before he opened his eyes and looked up at her.
“Leah!” His first instinct was to cover himself, but he was lying on the made bed, and his fingers futilely grasped the top of the bedspread caught underneath his weight.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, spreading her lips open, showing him in the dim, changing light from the film.
“No.” He shook his head, but she saw his erection hadn’t waned at all. In fact, it seemed to swell as she parted her crevice and looked down at him, his gaze staying glued between her legs.
She slid a finger inside, then another, watching his face change, caught between pleasure and pain. Then his hand moved between his legs to squeeze his length, and Leah smiled.
“I’m not a little girl anymore,” she insisted, reaching for the edge of her nightgown with wet fingers and peeling it off, pulling it over her head and letting it drop to the floor.
“Oh Leah,” he breathed, his eyes inching their way up her narrow waist, over the small, bare swell of her breasts, to meet hers.
“Am I pretty?” She bit her lip and ran her fingertips over her tummy, circling her hardening nipples.
He groaned, his response hoarse. “Yes.”
“Do you want me?” Her fingers trailed between her legs and she opened herself for him again.
“Yes.” His eyes closed against it, but Leah was still there when he opened them a moment later, her fingers working in little circles.
“It feels good,” she whispered, rubbing it faster. “Touching it right here.”
“Yes.” He nodded, licking his lips and watching. His hand was moving again too.
She moaned, reaching her other hand up to tug at her nipple, closing her eyes for a moment as she touched herself. It felt so good, too good to stop, and the minute she got lost in the darkness, she heard everything more clearly—the movie in the background, the soft sounds of lust, Mr. Nolan’s hand moving up and down his shaft and the wet sound of her fingers buried in her crevice.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Mr. Nolan reaching for her, his fingers outstretched towards her mound, but not touching. Her heart skipped and her muscles clenched and she pressed forward so his fingers brushed her pubic hair.
“Feels better when someone rubs it for me.” Leah slipped her fingers out from between her lips and nudged her sex toward his hand. He shook his head, swallowing, but he found her, making her cry out when his fingers sank into her flesh, exploring the soft smooth walls inside.
“Yessss,” she moaned when his big thumb moved over that spot, back and forth, his fingers stretching her open.
The hand moving on his shaft had slowed as he concentrated between her legs, making her whimper. When she leaned over to touch him, grasping his length and rubbing the tip with her thumb, he gasped, his fingers pressing up into her hard. She wanted to make him feel good too, and she pulled her hair out of the way as she leaned over to kiss the tip of him.
“Oh, Leah,” he groaned as she twisted her body, trying to take him into her mouth from that angle. She could only get the tip in, sucking hard, making him
jump. Frustrated, she put a knee on the bed, looking for a better position.
“Come here.” His hand slipped out of her wetness, making her cry out, wanting his fingers back.
He pulled her, hands on her hips, making her straddle his chest. She could reach him easily like this, and her mouth slipped over the head, exploring it with her tongue. He made a low noise, grabbing her bottom in his hands and pulling her back.
“Oh God!” she cried when his mouth moved between her legs, his tongue searching, hungry, between her lips. She tried to hold herself up, away from him a little, worried he couldn’t breathe, but he wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her in tight.
