“Leah?” I gasped, my hand going to my throat, and turned to see my mother coming out of the women’s bathroom. Her brow was knitted as she stared at the men’s room door closing behind me. “What…?”
“Oops, wrong door,” I said quickly. “Too dark in here, isn’t it?” She frowned, cocking her head at me. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh…” I swallowed, knowing that Mr. Nolan was going to be coming out behind me any moment. “We just came for dinner. We’re over there.”
“Want to go say hi?” I moved out of the alcove and breathed a sigh of relief as she followed me.
“Mr. Nolan brought you to Alinea’s?” She sounded incredulous and stopped in the alcove doorway, forcing me to stop, too.
“What are you doing here?” I changed the subject. “Did you guys have reservations?”
“Your father’s boss did,” she said as the door behind us squeaked open and I felt my heart drop with a thick thud somewhere in my middle. “He couldn’t make it, though, so he… Rob?” Mr. Nolan stood half in and half out of the men’s room. He couldn’t go back, and he didn’t want to come forward, but there was nothing else to do.
He put on an immediately bright face, smiling. “Patty! What a surprise to see you here!”
My mother looked back to me, her mouth thinning for a moment. “Yes… you too.”
“Well, Erica’s waiting at the table.” I edged sideways. “We should go…”
“Yes, your father’s waiting.” My mother’s eyes danced between me and Mr. Nolan.
“Good seeing you, Patty.” Rob nodded. “I’ll bring her home safe and sound the day after tomorrow.”
“Yes,” my mother said again as he moved past her, steering me by the elbow toward our table. I turned and waved briefly over my shoulder, my stomach lurching at the look on her face.
“She knows,” I whispered when we were far enough away. I saw the grim look on Mr. Nolan’s face but he just nodded once.
“Hey, there you are!” Erica exclaimed, and I was relieved to see that Charles was still at the table, sitting in Mr. Nolan’s seat and talking to her.
“My mom’s here,” I said, trying to tell her with my eyes, but she was too involved with the waiter to get it.
“It’s okay,” Mr. Nolan whispered as Charles moved and we sat. His hand squeezed mine under the table. “It’ll be okay.”
We ate our next course, and the one after that, nineteen more of them in all, although I lost count. It was just a blur of plates and strange-looking food after that and my stomach getting tied up in tighter and tighter knots.
When it was finally over, I saw Erica slip Charles her phone number. I also saw my parents as we were leaving the restaurant, but they didn’t see us. They weren’t talking. My father was drinking a martini and my mother had her chin in her hand and she was gazing at the floor, a distant look in her eyes.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Do you think she knows?” I whispered.
“Who?” He glanced down at me. “Sister Frances?”
I shook my head, thinking about my mother now that our senior trip was almost over and we were supposed to go home tomorrow. I looked past him to where Sister Frances was praying silently with her eyes closed, her fingers moving over her rosary beads.
“She thanked me, you know,” he whispered into my ear, his hand sliding down the back of my jeans and tugging at my panties, pulling them taut between my ass cheeks. The crotch hugged my pussy and made me shiver. “Said she wouldn’t know what she would do without me here to keep an eye on all of the girls.”
“You’re a bad man,” I whispered, waving to Erica. She was sitting up front in the boat, because she wanted to get completely soaked. We, on the other hand, were at the back, and I was hoping not to get too wet—although from the way my body was responding to the gentle tug of my panties, I was probably going to lose that battle.
“But doesn’t it feel good?” He drew my panties up a little tighter and beginning a rhythmic tug.
Swallowing, I looked up at him, biting my lip. My pussy lips were swollen and I knew I was soaked. We’d been teasing each other all day and now, as the sun was starting to set and we were on our very last ride, the anticipation of going back to the hotel was almost too much.
I glanced down at his crotch, aching to touch his cock, knowing he must be hard for me, but with Sister Frances sitting right on the other side of him, I didn’t dare. His hand, tucked behind me, was obscured from view as he hugged my pussy with the damp twist of my panties. The material was slowly being wedged between my wet lips.
“Oh!” I gasped when he took up a little more of the slack and my panties bunched up tight, rubbing right against my clit. He smiled, giving a satisfied tug, making me close my eyes for a moment in the pleasure of it.
“Don’t be afraid, child.” Sister Frances reached over and patted my knee. I opened my eyes to look at her as Mr. Nolan resumed his rhythmic pulling. “The Lord will watch over us.”
“Yes,” I gasped, wiggling in my seat, the gentle heat of my clit being rubbed against my panties making me flushed and tingly. “Thank you, Sister.”
“Although we may get a little wet, I’m afraid!” Mr. Nolan smiled.
“Will we get very wet?” Her eyes grew wide.
I muffled a moan. “Very wet,” I whispered. Mr. Nolan tugged faster, making me squirm in my seat.
“I’m afraid so.” He patted Sister Frances' hand. “But it won’t last too long.
The brochure said the ride down is 1.3 seconds.”
“Maybe less.” I shifted my hip to touch his, biting my lip and looking up at him through half-closed eyes. I knew they must be dazed with lust, and I was glad there was no one sitting on the other side of me, because I couldn’t stop wiggling.
“It creates a 1,600 foot wave.” Mr. Nolan talked as the boat neared the very top of the ramp. “And it sends us down at about a 50 degree angle.”
I grabbed his thigh, biting my lip as he made my panties rub faster between my pussy lips. My nipples were hard and poking through my white t-shirt, and I saw him looking at them. My whole mound was aching, the friction building, and I couldn’t believe it, but I was very close to coming.
“Well!” Sister Frances covered her eyes with one hand. “At least it isn’t forty days and forty nights.”
“Are you ready?” The friction between my legs was almost unbearable as my panties slipped through my wetness. “Here we go…”
“Yes!” I moaned, burying my face against his chest. “Here it comes!”
Then we were falling, and I heard Sister Frances screeching, and I jerked in my seat, my pussy on fire as I started to come, shuddering against him. He leaned in to shield me with his body, shoving his hand between my legs and rubbing hard, forcing my orgasm to the point of almost painful pleasure. I bucked against him and screamed, wrapping my arms around his neck, just before the cold shock of the wave hit us both. We were laughing as the boat rocked at the bottom, our arms wrapped around each other, and I wanted to kiss him, but I knew I couldn’t.
“Oh goodness,” Sister Frances muttered as she wiped her face. She wasn’t wearing her habit, but her wimple was soaked and water was coming off of it in sheets. “Very wet! Very, very wet.”
“Yes.” I laughed, shoving my wet hair out of my face. “Very, very wet.”
Erica waited for us to get off the boat, her eyes shining, her hair plastered to her head. “Oh my god, wasn’t that the most fun you’ve ever had?!”
“Almost…” I glanced up at Mr. Nolan, who was grinning at us both. My pussy was still pulsing with my climax, and I was glad that everyone was soaked, because I was sure that there would be a wet spot on the crotch of my jeans otherwise.