Selena Kitt - Under Mr Nolan's bed

Id seen a few Playboys and Hustlers and stuff like that-but Id never seen anything like what Erica showed me in a box under her fathers bed. It was really hardcore stuff, and it showed everything, all the minute details of flesh, up close and personal. I found myself utterly enthralled, in spite of my embarrassment with Erica right there. I couldnt seem to help my bodys response.

We sat on the floor in silence, sifting through the slick, glossy pile of pages, flipping through each of them on our own, our breathing becoming faster and more shallow in the silence. Once in a while, she would nudge me and show me something of interest, and I would do the same, when the picture we were staring at was so intense it absolutely required sharing.

And then he came home early, and we scrambled to shove everything back in and under before running back to her room. Breathless and flushed, we both jumped when he opened the door and asked if we wanted pizza.

Can Leah stay? Erica asked and he smiled-Mr. Nolan had the best smile-and looked over at me where I was lying on my belly on the floor, flipping through a Teen Beat and swinging my feet, still in the knee-high stockings that our Catholic school uniform required. I hated them-the whole outfit, really, the way it made me feel twelve instead of eighteen was just humiliating. I usually changed the minute I got home, but Erica had convinced me to come straight to her place.

Mr. Nolan met my eyes and winked. Sure, as long as her mom says its okay.

Not much problem there. My mom thought Mr. Nolan was the best-a widowed father, raising Erica all by himself, and Catholic, too! She always started conversations about him with, If it werent for your father- which I always cut off with a disgusted exclamation of, Mom! Little did she know about all the ungodly pornography residing under his bed. Of course, until today, I hadnt known either. I found myself looking at the crotch of his trousers and wondered what he looked like when he jerked off to all the pictures in those magazines. The thought made my body respond immediately-my pussy, already wet from looking at all those pictures, pulsed between my thighs.

Mom said I could stay for pizza, and when Erica asked Mr. Nolan if I could sleep over because we had to work on our senior group project, he readily agreed. Of course it was just an excuse, and we were up until well after midnight, doing more giggling than working. I still couldnt believe some of the images I had seen that afternoon. They were burned into my memory and Id thought of little else since.

So how long have you known about your dads collection? I pulled one of Ericas t-shirts over my head to sleep in as we were getting ready for bed.

She grinned at me, rolling over onto her belly on the bed. A long time. I raised my eyebrows. Really?

Yup. Waggling her eyebrows, she shoved her books off the end of her bed and yawned.

Doesnt it make you?

Horny as hell? she laughed. Yeah. Duh! I usually take my vibrator with me either that, or call Bobby afterward so he can come over and go down on me.

I stared at her. So tell me the truth, then have you and Bobbyyou know

No! She made a face. Im still a virgin. Sheesh. I slipped into the sleeping bag that Mr. Nolan had retrieved for me out of the hall closet, trying to reconcile Ericas belief that she was still a virgin with the fact that she and Bobby had clearly done far more than just kiss, which was, admittedly, about all that I had done. I just lived vicariously through Erica.

She turned off the light. So which one was your favorite? The darkness made me feel bolder. There was that one I showed you with the two girls and the one guy

Ohhh yeah, she murmured. Where hes on his back, licking one of them, and the other one is riding his cock?

I flushed, even in the darkness, hearing her say the words. Yeah

I like the ones with two guys and a girl, too, she said. Seeing her suck on a guy while shes getting fucked Id love to know what thats like. I bit my lip, slipping my hand down over my panties in the darkness and cupping my mound. My pussy was aching, and it felt better when I touched it.

I love seeing a girl get licked, she went on, her voice lower. It just makes me remember god, it feels soooo good

Does it? The crotch of my panties was damp and I rubbed my finger over my clit through the material, teasing. I couldnt imagine a soft, warm tongue between my legs. The thought both stunned and intrigued me.

Oh my god, Leah, she purred. You have no idea. I wish I had Bobbys tongue right now right here on my clit

My breath caught, and in the darkness I could hear a faint wet sound. Are you Erica, are you?

Go ahead, she whispered, and I heard that little wet sound speeding up.

You know you want to.

I did want to. Encouraged by the darkness, I slipped my hand under the elastic band of my panties, past the soft, dark hair, seeking the moist heat between my lips. Everything there was swollen and slick and my fingers moved easily, making the same faint, wet sound that I could hear coming from Ericas bed.

Mmmmm yeah, she whispered. God thats good lick my pussy, baby. I knew she was imagining it, and I imagined it, too, remembering the pictures-a blonde girl spreading herself open wide, his tongue poised right at her clit. Would it feel as good as my fingers? I wondered, as I rubbed myself in little circles. My nipples grew hard under the t-shirt, and the sleeping bag soon became too warm.

Doesnt it feel good? Erica asked, and I made a little noise, not answering her, but pulling the sleeping bag down a little, all flushed and hot.

Doesnt it make you want a big, hard cock right now? Ohhh I want to know what it feels like to be fucked

I moaned softly, hearing the wet noises grow louder from Ericas bed, and I couldnt help sliding my hand up under my t-shirt to play with my nipples. The sensation went straight down between my legs, moving my fingers faster over the hard bud of my clit.

Ohhhh yeah, fuck me hard, she whispered, and all I could see when I closed my eyes was the close-up picture of a slick, fat cock poised at a soft, pink hole, waiting to be filled.

I slid my fingers down and plunged them into me, listening to Erica moaning on the bed and the soft squeak of the mattress and boxspring. My thighs were so taut they were trembling and I rocked in the darkness, my breath coming as fast as hers, my hand working hard between my legs, aching for release.

Oh, oh, oh! she cried, short little squeaks, and then a fast, whispered,

Im coming, Im coming!

I heard her shuddering breath, the soft cries of her pleasure, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out as I came, too, my body quivering with my climax in the darkness.

We didnt talk as our breathing began to return to normal and our hearts stopped beating a mile a minute. I felt embarrassed, and I wondered if she did, too. My trembling thighs finally relaxed. Eventually, I could hear that she was sleeping. Years of sleepovers made me familiar with the sound. Yet, I couldnt seem to drift off, and instead I rolled around in the sleeping bag, trying to get comfortable on the floor.

Finally, I got up to go pee. The hall was dark, but I could see a faint light coming from underneath Ericas dads door. The bathroom was next to his room and actually had two doors, one that you could access from the hallway, and another directly across that led to Mr. Nolans room. I guess it was the builders version of a semi-private bath.

I always felt funny peeing in that bathroom at night, knowing that Mr.

Nolan was right on the other side of the door, but I never locked them, because they were the push-button kind of locks that made so much noise when you pressed them. I never even turned on the light. I guess I hated the thought of waking him up more than I feared getting walked in on.