I sat on the toilet, breathless, my panties still at my knees, and peed, releasing a torrent over my swollen, throbbing pussy, and that felt good, too. The glow from under the bathroom door was still there, but the sound was gone, and I knew he must have muted the TV. It was quiet in his room. Suddenly it occurred to me that he would probably be coming to the bathroom to clean up!
I quickly grabbed some toilet paper to wipe myself, half standing, reaching around to flush, when the door opened and he came in. We froze in the flickering blue glow of the television, both of us exposed. He was completely naked, and I might as well have been, with my panties down and my shirt pulled up.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, and I saw his eyes on me, moving over me. “I didn’t know you were in here!”
“I should have locked it,” I apologized to the closing door. “I’m sorry, Mr. Nolan.”
He was quiet and I wondered if he knew, or suspected, that I had been standing there watching him. “It’s my fault, I should have knocked.” I flushed the toilet, quickly pulling my panties up and my t-shirt down and washing my hands fast at the sink before announcing, “I’m done!”
“Good night, Leah,” he said as I opened the other bathroom door and stepped into the hallway.
“Good night, Mr. Nolan.” I swallowed hard as I made my way back to Erica’s room.
She was still sleeping, her breathing deep and even. I pressed my hot, red face into the cool, forgiving material of my pillow. Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered, and something in my belly tightened another notch. I heard the toilet flush and the sound of the bathroom door closing again and knew he was back in his room.
I felt so guilty, squeezing my thighs together and feeling that ache while I was thinking about my best friend’s dad. I couldn’t help it though, and I slid my hand down again, under my belly, cupping my swollen mound in the darkness and rocking, remembering. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and I wondered if he was thinking about me, too.
CHAPTER TWO
I took a shower before the sun even came up, intent on going home as soon as possible, preferably before anyone woke up. I couldn’t face them, I decided, as I got dressed in the bathroom. I had to wear my uniform, since I hadn’t walked home to get a change of clothes the night before, but my panties were still damp, so I just shoved them into my skirt pocket and went without. I could have borrowed some of Erica’s but I didn’t want to wake her up.
I crept downstairs, going into the kitchen to get my backpack, and noticed the light over the stove was on. There was my backpack, on the floor by the door, right next to Mr. Nolan’s briefcase.
“Where are you going, Leah?”
I jumped and squealed, my heart racing as I turned to find Mr. Nolan sitting at the kitchen table. He was in shadow, but his face appeared in the light as he leaned forward and smiled at me.
“I… couldn’t sleep.” I put my backpack down and felt the burn in my cheeks. He knew what I looked like naked-and I’d seen him masturbating.
Could it get any more embarrassing than this moment?
“Want some breakfast?” He waved me toward a chair. “We’ve got lots of cereal. Just don’t eat the last of the Cocoa Puffs, or Erica will have your head.” Pulling a chair out, I sat, looking at him in the dimness. He was acting like nothing had happened, but I could feel something between us that hadn’t been there before.
I noticed he was dressed in a suit and tie. “Where are you going so early?”
“Work, unfortunately.” He took a bite of a bagel and cream cheese that I hadn’t noticed until that moment. “I’d rather not, but duty calls.”
“That looks good,” I remarked, and my stomach growled. I wasn’t used to being up so early. “Work on a Saturday?”
“Tax season,” he explained. “Accountants always work weekends in April.”
“Well, that sucks.” I watched him take another bite of bagel.
He chuckled, wiping cream cheese off the corner of his mouth with a napkin. “Yes. It sucks. To say the least. Do you want some of this?” I shrugged, my stomach growling again. “Maybe just a bite? I don’t have cooties.”
“Here.” He held it out to me, watching as I tore off a piece with my teeth and licked cream cheese off my lips. I felt self-conscious around him, like I wanted to check my hair or smooth my skirt, and I had never felt that way around Mr. Nolan before. His smile was warm and he took another bite, saying through a mouthful, “I’m not worried about catching cooties.”
“So how’d your project go last night?” he asked. I flushed at the mention of the night before and was glad that the kitchen wasn’t well-lit.
“Okay.” I shrugged, and took another bite of the bagel when he offered it to me and hugged my knee up to rest my chin on it. I did it without even thinking, before I remembered that I wasn’t wearing panties. When I saw where his eyes were, my face filled immediately with heat.
“You were up late,” he said, his voice a little lower, his eyes not moving. I was paralyzed, frozen in place, and the look on his face, caught somewhere between uneasiness and lust, made it even worse.
“So were you,” I replied softly and I didn’t look away when his eyes lifted to meet mine.
He cleared his throat and reached over and touched the corner of my mouth with a napkin, where I was stretching to reach with my tongue, to get a bit of cream cheese. “Sounded like a lot of giggling going on in there and not a lot of working.”
I smiled, slowly lowering my leg and smoothing my green and blue plaid skirt. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he was watching me. “Yeah, well… you know how we are.”
“Yep.” He nodded, popping the last of the bagel into his mouth. “As a matter of fact, I do.”
The kitchen was lighter now-the sun was coming up. Behind us, Erica stumbled in, her short blonde hair a frazzled cloud around her face as she rubbed at her eyes and frowned.
“What are you two doing up at this ungodly hour?” she mumbled, groping along the counter toward the coffeemaker and flipping it on. My mother would have killed me before letting me drink coffee, but Mr. Nolan wasn’t like that.
“I’m going to work, darlin’.” He stood, taking his plate to the sink and kissing her cheek on the way by. “You two be good. Don’t trash the house. And no boys.” He said this last in a mock-stern voice, only he wasn’t really kidding.
“We’ll be good,” I piped up, seeing Erica roll her eyes and stick her tongue out at his back. He smiled at me and his eyes smiled, too. For a moment, just a brief second, they flickered down to the hem of my skirt and my whole body felt filled with heat.
“Bye, Mr. Nolan!” I called as he grabbed his briefcase.
Erica made a face at me as she heard the door close behind him. “Be good?!”
“We’re always good.” I smiled, watching her pour Cocoa Puffs.
She snorted, grabbing the milk out of the fridge. “Well, then, let’s go upstairs and get up to some good.”
“Erica!” I laughed. “More like ‘no good.’”
She took a bite of cereal and crunched noisily. “Don’t you want to see the videos?”
I blushed, remembering catching Mr. Nolan watching one of those videos last night, but of course, I couldn’t tell her that.
“Ahhhh sugar and caffeine!” She pulled a mug out of the cupboard.
“Breakfast of champions-are you hungry?”
“No,” I replied, not telling her about the bagel I’d shared with her father, either.