I groaned, contemplating just what exactly was a mortal sin, as the heat between my thighs went from blazing to white-hot at the thought. I shook my head, but the word that came out of my mouth was, “Yes!”
Before I knew what was happening, she was between my legs, and the sensation of her tongue moving between my lips was like nothing I had imagined.
It was beyond pleasure, really. There weren’t words for how good it felt when her soft, eager tongue found my clit and started licking there.
“Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” I moaned, my head going back, letting myself go completely, I knew I couldn’t stop it if I tried. Her fingers moved in and out of my wetness and she lapped and sucked at my clit, making soft wet sounds between my legs. She made an encouraging noise in her throat, reaching her other hand up under my blouse to tug at my nipple, increasing the sensation more than I thought was possible.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” I cried, arching and twisting against her. It felt so good, I never wanted it to end. My pussy was throbbing under her mouth, and I knew I couldn’t hold back, even as much as I wanted to. She was going to make me come, her tongue moving fast, back and forth over my clit, her fingers keeping the same rhythm, urging me on.
“Erica!” I gasped, wanting to somehow give her a warning, or to express to her how good it felt, how incredible it was, but all that I could manage was,
“Now!”
My whole body shuddered and thrust against her as I came, and her tongue moved even faster, the vibration of her moaning against my pussy making my climax even more intense. It went on and on, my pussy contracting around her fingers, drawing them in deeper, my clit fluttering against her lapping tongue. When the tremors began to subside, she rested her cheek against my thigh, her hair tickling me there.
I couldn’t open my eyes, too overwhelmed with feeling-and shame. How could I have let her do that? In the wake of the sensation, rational thought finally returned. She was moving up next to me, her breath warm against my cheek, and there was a musky kind of smell on her breath that I knew was from having her face buried between my thighs.
“Didn’t it feel good?” She pressed the length of her body against mine.
I nodded, not opening my eyes. Good wasn’t the word for it. I swallowed hard, still a little breathless, and that’s when I felt her lips touching mine. They were soft, warm, and wet. Her whole face was wet-her cheeks, her chin. My eyes flew open when her tongue touched mine, and the taste in her mouth was tangy and strange.
“You taste good,” she whispered, breaking the kiss and looking at me. Her eyes searched mine, hungry, pleading. “Can it be my turn now?” I bit my lip, feeling something tighten in my belly.
“Please?” She rolled off me, pulling up her skirt and spreading her lips.
Her pussy glistened, and her finger nudged her clit, showing me. “Just right here. Just lick it a little.”
Shaky, I sat up and knelt between her legs, looking down at her. She looked almost shy, like she was afraid I would say no, and that decided me. I stretched out between her thighs, spreading them wider to make room for me, the skin there so soft it was shocking against my palms.
“Here,” she said again, her finger pointing to the small, hooded nub of flesh.
I took a deep breath and touched my tongue to it, moving just the tip back and forth as she spread herself wide. The taste wasn’t much different from what I’d tasted in her mouth. The smell was kind of musky, and her curly blonde hairs tickled my nose a little.
“Oh Leah,” she moaned, arching, pressing up against my tongue. “Yes, yes, like that!”
The sounds she made were encouraging and I moved my tongue faster, sinking deeper into her flesh. She moaned louder, rolling her hips, encouraging me to do circles, and I licked her that way, my tongue flat, moving around and around. Her breath came faster, and she moved her hands up to her breasts, pulling on her nipples as I licked her.
Her swollen pussy lips swallowed mine now that she wasn’t spreading herself open, and I had to really move in, now, to keep on her clit, my nose pressed against the soft hairs of her mound. Between my own saliva and her juices, I felt like I was drowning, and all I could do was swallow as I tried to keep up that same, fast rhythm against her clit.
“That’s it,” she whispered, looking down at me, her eyes just slits. “You’re doing it… oh god, Leah, you’re gonna make me come again.” The power in those words was incredible and my own pussy contracted, aching, as she started to climax, and I could feel the quiver of her against my lapping tongue as she moaned and rocked against my mouth. Her hands pulled at me then, and I moved from between her legs, coming to lay next to her on the bed.
“Mmmmmm…” Her hands were moving over her thighs like they had after her orgasm the day before, just petting herself lightly. She looked over at me and smiled. “Doesn’t it feel good to be bad?”
I touched my lips, still wet with her juices, and nodded. I had to admit-it really did.
CHAPTER FOUR
Being bad was a slippery slope. I found myself slipping, and I couldn’t seem to stop it. I sat between my parents at mass on Sunday and tried not to listen. Instead I counted the word “sin.” Forty-seven sins. Father Michael said the word “sin” forty-seven times, and the one time he was practically yelling from the altar: “How tender is our flesh! How hard our hearts! How much more aware are we of suffering than of sin!” and it made my heart leap to my throat.
But there I was, skipping school again on a Friday, sitting in Erica’s room, listening to music and drinking one of the beers that Bobby had brought with him while I watched them slow dance. I was feeling just how tender my flesh really was, how vulnerable and aching. Just seeing their bodies touching, swaying together, made me long for something that I knew was a sin.
And I just couldn’t deny it anymore. It was all I thought about, no matter what I was doing-standing in the shower, sitting in class, eating my mother’s pork chops-I couldn’t stop thinking about seeing Mr. Nolan lying on his bed with his hand wrapped around his cock.
But it wasn’t just watching him that night that had me spinning, it was also the way he smiled at me the next day, the way he reached out and touched the corner of my mouth with the napkin when he shared his bagel, the dark look in his eyes when they fell between my legs that morning. Watching Erica and Bobby, the way they nuzzled each other and kissed, I had a startling revelation, and I knew then that I was really in trouble-I was falling for my best friend’s dad.
I finished the last of my beer, seeing Bobby’s hand slip under Erica’s shirt, and stood, hanging onto the edge of the night table when the room tilted sideways and my head started buzzing. I’d only had two other beers in my whole life, and this afternoon, watching Erica and Bobby together, I’d had four.
“I’m gonna leave you two alone,” I murmured, seeing their tongues twining together, Erica’s leg wrapping around Bobby’s calf as he moved his hand under her shirt, the other edging her skirt up so high I could see her panties as he squeezed the flesh of her ass in his hand. “Let you guys have the bed.” They broke off kissing and Erica looked at me. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” I inched past them toward the door.
“You don’t have to.” Bobby’s his eyes swept toward the hem of my skirt.
“Why don’t you stay… and play?”
My eyes met Erica’s and I knew she’d told him about us, I just knew it from the way she bit her lip and looked away so fast. My face burned, my chest tightened, and I shook my head.
“Three’s a crowd,” I insisted, opening her door and not looking back at them as I shut it behind me.