“Don’t eat the chocolate,” he warned, seeing Erica licking her fingers, too.
She made a face, dipping her finger into the gooey stuff when he wasn’t looking and holding it out to me. I grinned, sucking her finger. The sweetness helped drown the bitter taste in my mouth and the way I was feeling about tonight.
“Now, you girls are going to be quiet as a church mouse, right?” he asked for the hundredth time that night.
“Yes, Dad.” Erica sighed, taking another strawberry out of the bowl and dipping it. “You won’t even hear our whiskers twitching.”
“You promise?” He looked past her to me, raising one of his dark eyebrows.
“Not a squeak.” I held up two fingers. “Girl Scouts honor.”
“That’s the Boy Scouts’ salute, brainiac.” Erica snorted, putting the strawberry down onto the waxed paper. “And we never did Girl Scouts.”
“We didn’t?” I ran my finger around the edge of the chocolate bowl while Mr. Nolan was fluffing the salad. “Why do I remember selling cookies?”
“Brownies.” Erica dipped the last strawberry and I looked longingly from it to Mr. Nolan.
“We sold brownies? Where was I?”
Erica dipped her finger into the chocolate bowl again. “No, we were in Brownies for a year, remember?”
I shook my head. “All I remember is Thin Mints and Tagalongs. Yum!” Mr. Nolan, cutting tomatoes, mumbled, “I was never a Scout, but I ate a Brownie, once.”
Erica and I both looked at each other, wide-eyed, and then cracked up.
“Dad!”
Mr. Nolan grinned, looking sheepish. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”
“I wonder if Jennifer was a Brownie,” Erica teased, offering the chocolate bowl to me for a taste before she took it to the sink.
“Alright, that’s enough.” Mr. shook his head, still smiling. “Thank you both for your help, but it’s time for you to scurry upstairs.” My stomach lurched and I sucked hard at my finger, hoping to find some more sweetness. I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t happening anymore. He was hurrying us off so he could have a date!
“Come on, Minnie.” Erica reached for my hand. “Let’s go make like mice.”
“I don’t even like cheese.” I pouted, taking her hand and looking back at Mr. Nolan as she pulled me out of the kitchen. He was standing at the sink, his arms folded, his eyes veiled. I wished I could tell what he was thinking, feeling, if it was anything close to the turmoil churning in my stomach.
Erica shut the door to her room behind us and I flopped onto her bed on my back with a sigh, putting my feet up against the wall. “Well, this sucks.”
“You can say that again.” She sat beside me.
I sighed again. “Do you think he really likes her?”
“I can count on one hand the dates he’s had in the past five years,” Erica said. “And I can count on one finger the number of second dates.”
“Does that include this date?” I asked and when she nodded, I frowned, swinging my feet down and sitting up. “Well, I guess that must mean he really likes her.”
Erica shrugged. “Either that or he’s really desperate. Considering the amount of porn under the bed and how many dates he’s been on, he’s obviously not getting laid.” I couldn’t say anything, so I bit my lip, twisting my hands in my lap. “However…” Erica went on, leaning back on her elbows on the pillow and looking at me. “I can’t say that much for myself…anymore…” It took a moment for what she said to sink in as I stared at her. She grinned when she saw the dawning look on my face.
I squealed and clutched her leg. “You’re kidding me? You had sex!”
“Very good!” She laughed, her eyes bright. “I’ll take fornication for a thousand, Alex!”
My jaw dropped. “Oh my god. I can’t believe it.”
“Believe it.” She looked pleased, even a little smug.
We were quiet for a moment, and I couldn’t help remembering that night in Mr. Nolan’s bed. I couldn’t tell her about it, of course—and that bothered me. I told Erica everything.
She cocked her head, giving me a puzzled look. “Don’t you want to know what it was like?”
“Yes!” I said quickly. “Tell me everything! Who, when, where, how?”
“Yesterday. Storm cellar of the church.” She grinned. “It was Colonel Mustard with the candlestick.”
I laughed. “Come on, have some sympathy for the Clue less over here… gimme details.”
“It was Bobby, of course.” She curled around her pillow and propped herself up on her elbow. “He met me down there yesterday, and we were making out, just like we always do…”
While I was in confession, I realized. There I was, admitting to Father Michael that I had given my virginity to my best friend’s dad, while my best friend was losing her own!
“He was licking me,” she went on. “You know how I love that.” I nodded, remembering just how much she loved it. “I was so close to coming… you know that feeling… so close, but not quite there?”
“Yes.” I wiggled into a more comfortable position on her bed, squeezing my legs together.
“And he started telling me how much he wanted me.” Erica pulled at a loose thread on her bedspread, biting her lip. “Begging me, really… telling me how good it would feel to be inside me. I was so close… and I just… said yes…”
“Just like that?” I breathed, shaking my head.
She nodded, pulling at the thread. “So he put it in me…” I closed my eyes, remembering that moment, the first time Mr. Nolan entered me. I thought I was going to die. I opened my eyes and asked, “Did it hurt?”
“Not really.” She shook her head. “I was so turned on by then… and the look on his face. Oh my god, Leah, it was like he’d just entered heaven.” It was Mr. Nolan’s face I saw, that look of bliss. I had such a longing to tell her about it, to share my experience, too, but I knew I couldn’t.
“And then he started to fuck me,” she said in a low voice, her eyes bright. I made a little noise, squeezing my thighs together. “I can’t even describe it… it felt so good, having him inside of me, pushing into me like that. He was like an animal, groaning and shoving his cock in me.”
My pussy responded to her words. The crotch of my panties was already damp. “Did you come?”
“Twice,” she smiled. “I was rubbing myself off, and I was so close anyway, that I came almost the minute he slid inside of me. Then he started fucking me, and that… oh god…”
She moaned, throwing her arm over her head. “That was too much… I had to come again.”
“And did he…?”
“All over my belly and my pussy,” she assured me, leaning up on her elbow again. “He pulled out and came all over me.”
I sighed, remembering Mr. Nolan’s cock in my hand, how hard and throbbing it was when he came. Swallowing hard, I realized that he and the blonde might end up together in his room tonight, doing that very thing. The thought made me crazy.
“I bet your dad is going to have sex tonight.” I frowned.
Erica sat up, her mouth tight. “Not if I can help it. Come on.”
“What?” I sat up, cocking my head at her.
“I love him, but sex on the second date?” She made a face. “I made Bobby wait two years. Miss Jennifer Hot Legs can wait at least until date number three.” I followed her toward the door as she cracked it and listened. “If there is a third date.” She looked over her shoulder at me with a smile.