Nolan Trilogy (18 page)

“Your friend’s dad?”  She heard the frown in his voice.

“Yes,” she said, remembering that first night.  “I saw him… the first time we looked at the dirty pictures, I got up that night to go to the bathroom, and I saw him touching himself.” 

“He was masturbating?” 

“Yes, Father,” Leah confirmed.  “He had his hand… wrapped around it… and he was pumping it in his fist… while he watched three people have sex...” 

“Three?” 

“Two women and a man,” she clarified.  “The women were on top of each other, and the man was… putting his… penis… into both of them...” 

“Both of them?” 

“Not at the same time,” she added.  “One after the other… first one… then the other...” 

“Oh good Lord,” he breathed and then cleared his throat.  “Good Lord, please hear this girl’s sins so she may be cleansed… go on, child...” 

“I watched him… stroking himself like that...”  Leah’s breath came faster in the dark.  “And I touched myself too...” 

“Did you have an… orgasm?” 

“Yes,” she whispered.  “Right when he did.  I’d never seen a man… not a real one… there was stuff everywhere… all over his hand and his stomach...” 

“Oh my child,” Father Patrick breathed.  “This is all… so… very wicked...” 

“Yes,” she agreed.  “That’s why I had to come tell you, Father.  I never meant for it to go so far, but I couldn’t seem to stop… I can’t seem to stop...” 

“How far?”  He leaned in again. 

“Too far,” she admitted, blushing.  “All the way too far...” 

He was quiet and so was she.  Then, he asked, “You’re no longer a virgin?” 

“Father, you… don’t understand,” she breathed.  “He’s so… he makes me feel so good.  Just being around him.  And I know he really likes me—I can tell.” 

“What happened?” 

Leah sighed.  “He caught me looking at the dirty pictures and… and touching myself… ”

“What happened then?” 

“I was embarrassed, but I could see that he was excited from watching me so I… well….” 

“Well?”  he prompted after a moment.  She was too lost in her thoughts, remembering Mr. Nolan and the way he looked at her, like a drowning man.

She felt her body respond to just the memory.  “I got down on my knees in front of him… and I told him… I wanted to make him feel good...” 

Father Patrick groaned, not softly this time.  “Did you?” 

“Yes.” 

“Did you give him your virginity?” 

She shook her head, even though she knew he couldn’t see her.  “Not that time.  That time I only took him into my mouth.” 

“You… what?” 

“I… took him into my mouth and… I sucked it… until he came...”  She didn’t know if he would know that word, but she was so distracted, and he didn’t ask for clarification.  “He filled my mouth with all of his stuff… the stuff I’d seen shooting over his hand before… and I swallowed it all...” 

“Oh,” Father Patrick breathed, and she heard him make a low noise, and there was some shuffling going on behind the screen. 

“It was the next time I gave him my virginity,” she whispered.  “I caught him again, just like before.” 

“Did you… consider… perhaps you shouldn’t—?” 

“Oh, Father, I know.”  Leah nodded in the dark.  “I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help it.  I wanted him so much.  You don’t understand. 
I
don’t understand.” 

“It’s all right, child,” he soothed.  “Tell me what happened.  Tell me everything.” 

“He was hard again,” she explained, closing her eyes and remembering, reliving it.  “And he was stroking himself.  Moaning and thrusting up into his hand.  It made me so wet.” 

“Wet,” Father Patrick repeated, sounding dazed.

“Yes, sooo very wet,” Leah admitted.  She was wet now—she could feel it on her thighs when she squeezed her legs together.  “And I wanted him so much.  I went over to the bed, and asked him if he wanted to touch me… we both knew, Father… we knew it was wrong… but the minute he touched me, the moment his fingers slipped inside me, I knew we just couldn’t stop...” 

There were no words from behind the screen, but Father Patrick’s breathing was audible—and fast.  Her own breathing was fast too, and her sex urged her to touch it.  She fought the impulse, squirming on the hard seat. 

“He pulled me on top of him then,” she went on.  “And he started to lick me… oh God, his tongue felt so good… I can’t believe how good it makes me feel to have a warm, wet tongue between my legs… how can something so wrong feel so good?” 

Father Patrick groaned again, and she found her hand between her thighs, cupping the soaking wet crotch of her panties, before she could even think.  She just had to alleviate some of the ache. 

“And I started sucking him too,” she whispered, pressing her fingers against her mound, wiggling them a little.  It was throbbing.  “Taking him into my mouth, over and over.  He seemed to really like it when I did that.” 

“Yes,” Father Patrick panted.  “Oh, go on...” 

She glanced at the screen, knowing he couldn’t see her, and slipped her fingers under the elastic edge of her panties and started to slowly rub herself.  “He kept licking me and licking me… until I came… I came all over his face, Father.” 

There was a soft rhythmic sound behind the screen and she heard the old priest groan again.  “Yes, child… please… tell me the rest...” 

“Then he rolled on top of me,” she murmured, rubbing herself a little faster.  The heat of her blush was nothing compared to the fire between her legs.  She couldn’t ignore it anymore.  “And I told him I wanted him.  I wanted to feel him inside of me.” 

“Did he… put it inside of you?” 

“Yes.”  She spread her legs wider as she touched herself.  Her nipples were hard under her blouse and she used her other hand to rub one through the material.  “He was very gentle… it hurt at first… but then….  Oh, Father, it started to feel soooo good...” 

“Did it?” 

“Yes,” she breathed, closing her eyes and making fast circles.  “He was so big and hard inside of me, and he started moving in and out as I touched myself… I couldn’t help it, I started moving under him too… it felt so good—he made me feel so good, the way he did it harder and harder...” 

She heard Father Patrick’s sharp intake of breath and that rhythmic sound grew faster.  “Oh Jesus… help us...” 

“Yesss,” Leah whispered, feeling the memory of her first time deep inside, and she knew she was going to come—right there in the confessional.  “He fucked me so hard, Father, it was so wrong and so right and it felt so good, we just couldn’t stop...” 

Leah moaned, her sex beginning to contract.  “We both came together, at the same time, just… like… that...” 

She bit her lip to keep from crying out as she started to climax, coming in bursts of pure pleasure in the darkness.  Behind the screen, Father Patrick grunted and groaned, whispering the words, “Oh God, oh God” over and over. 

Panting, ashamed and afraid now, she whispered, “Father?” 

“Yes, my child.”  He swallowed his words and cleared his throat.  “Is that all?” 

She nodded, closing her eyes and lifting her sticky fingers to her mouth and tasting herself.  “Yes.” 

“Let’s pray together.” 

They did—and he gave her fifty Hail Mary’s and thirty Our Father’s—and that, as Erica always said, was that.

Leah was okay as long as she could pretend it was just fun, or even fantasize she was helping plan a romantic evening Mr. Nolan would spend with
Leah
, but the truth kept hitting her, and it hurt.  She sat in the Nolan’s kitchen dipping strawberries in chocolate with Erica and watching the only man she had ever slept with cook dinner for some other woman.  Her jaw clenched again at the thought, but she licked some stray chocolate off her fingers as Mr. Nolan drained the pasta in the sink, glancing over his shoulder at them. 

“Don’t eat the chocolate,” he warned, seeing Erica licking her fingers too. 

Erica made a face, dipping her finger into the gooey stuff when he wasn’t looking and holding it out to Leah.  She grinned, sucking her friend’s finger.  The sweetness helped drown the bitter taste in Leah’s mouth and the way she was feeling about that night.

“Now, you girls are going to be quiet as church mice right?”  he asked for the hundredth time.

“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 Leah, raising one of his dark eyebrows. 

“Not a squeak.”  Leah held up two fingers.  “Girl Scouts honor.” 

“That’s the Boy Scouts’ salute, you dip.”  Erica snorted, putting the strawberry down onto the waxed paper.  “And we never did Girl Scouts.” 

“We didn’t?”  Leah ran her 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 Leah 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?” 

Leah shook her head.  “All I remember is chocolate mints and shortbread.  Yum!” 

Mr. Nolan, cutting tomatoes, mumbled, “I was never a Scout, but I ate a Brownie once.” 

Erica and Leah 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
Virginia
was a Brownie,” Erica teased, offering the chocolate bowl to Leah for a taste before she took it to the sink.

“All right, that’s enough.”  Mr. Nolan shook his head, still smiling.  “Thank you both for your help, but it’s time for you to scurry to your room.” 

Leah’s stomach lurched and she sucked hard at her finger, hoping to find some more sweetness.  She couldn’t pretend it wasn’t happening anymore.  He was hurrying them off so he could have a date!

“Come on, Minnie.”  Erica reached for her friend’s hand.  “Let’s go make like mice.” 

“I don’t even like cheese.”  Leah pouted, taking Erica’s hand and looking back at Mr. Nolan as her friend pulled her out of the kitchen.  He was standing at the sink, arms folded, eyes veiled.  Leah wished she could tell what he was thinking, feeling, if it was anything close to the turmoil churning in her.

Erica shut the door to her room and Leah flopped onto her bed with a sigh, putting her feet up against the wall.  “Well this bites.” 

“You can say that again.”  Erica sat beside her.

Leah 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?”  Leah asked and when Erica nodded, she frowned, swinging her feet down and sitting up.  “Well I guess it must mean he really likes her.” 

Erica shrugged.  “Either that or he’s really desperate.  Considering the amount of movies and dirty pictures he has and how many dates he’s been on, he’s obviously not getting laid.” 

Leah couldn’t say anything, so she bit her lip, twisting her hands in her lap.

“However...”  Erica went on, leaning back on her elbows on the pillow and looking at her best friend, “I can’t say as much for myself… anymore...” 

It took a moment for what she said to sink in as Leah stared at her.  Erica grinned when she saw the dawning look on Leah’s face.

Leah squealed and clutched her leg.  “You’re kidding me?  You did the deed?” 

“Very good!”  Erica laughed, her eyes bright.  “You’ve answered the $64,000 question!” 

Leah’s jaw dropped.  “Oh my God.  I can’t believe it.” 

“Believe it.”  She looked pleased, even a little smug. 

They were quiet for a moment, and Leah couldn’t help remembering her night in bed with Mr. Nolan.  She couldn’t tell Erica about it, of course—and that bothered her.  She told Erica everything.

Erica cocked her head, giving her a puzzled look.  “Don’t you want to know what it was like?” 

“Yes!”  Leah said quickly.  “Tell me everything! Who, when, where, how?” 

“Yesterday.  Storm cellar of the church.”  She grinned.  “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
, Leah realized.  There she was, admitting to Father Patrick she had given her virginity to her best friend’s dad, while her best friend was losing her own!

“He was licking me,” she went on.  “You know how I love that.” 

Leah nodded, remembering just how much she loved it. 

“I was so close… you know the feeling… so close, but not quite there?” 

“Yes.”  Leah wiggled into a more comfortable position on her friend’s bed, squeezing her legs together.

“And he started telling me how much he wanted me.”  Erica pulled at a loose thread on her pink chintz 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?”  Leah breathed, shaking her head. 

Erica nodded, pulling at the thread.  “So he put it in me...” 

Leah closed her eyes, remembering that moment, the first time Mr. Nolan entered her.  She thought she was going to die.  She opened her 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 Leah saw, the same look of bliss.  She had such a longing to tell her best friend about it, to share her own experience too, but she knew she couldn’t.

“And then he started to do it,” she said in a low voice, her eyes sparkling.  Leah made a little noise, squeezing her 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 it into me.” 

Leah’s body responded to her words.  The crotch of her panties was already damp.  “Did you come?” 

“Twice.”  She smiled.  “I was rubbing myself off, and I was so close anyway, 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,” she assured Leah, leaning up on her elbow again.  “He pulled out—believe me, I made him pull out—and he came all over me.” 

Leah sighed, remembering Mr. Nolan in her hand, how hard and throbbing he was when he came.  Swallowing hard, she realized he and the blonde might end up together, doing the very same thing.  The thought made her crazy.

“I bet your dad is going to have sex tonight.”  Leah frowned. 

Erica sat up, her mouth tight.  “He better not.  I love him, but sex on the second date?”  She made a face.  “I made Bobby wait two years.  Miss Virginia Sex-Pot can wait at least until date number three.” 

Leah could hear music and the sound of a woman’s laughter.  The date had officially started.  She wanted to crawl into the sleeping bag, pull it over her head.  Maybe this was just a dream.

Erica got up and went to her drawers, looking through and pulling out a nightgown.  “Here, you can sleep in this.” 

“Thanks.”  Leah had come straight to Erica’s after classes ended, not bothering to stop at home.  She started to unbutton her blouse.  “So, wait, does this mean you and Bobby are engaged?” 

Erica, wiggling her skirt down, shrugged.  “I think it’s just a matter of time.” 

“And you want to marry him?” 

“Sure.  He comes from a good family.  And we get along great.” 

“But… do you love him?” 

“Sure.  He’s swell.” 

That didn’t sound like love to Leah.  It didn’t sound like the sweaty palm, stomach turning, heart pounding, crazy-making feeling she had for Mr. Nolan, that was for sure.  But maybe it wasn’t love, after all?  Maybe it was something else? 

Leah sighed, getting undressed.  The thought bothered her all night while the two of them actually tried to finally get work done on their World Religion project, but every few moments, she could hear the blonde laughing downstairs, like some hyena. 

Erica fell fast asleep that night after they said their prayers, but Leah rolled around the floor in the sleeping bag, desperately wanting to know what was going happening on the other side of the door.  There was no more music, no more throaty laugh.  Had she gone home?  Were they sleeping in his bed?  The thought made her hands curl into fists, her nails digging into her palms.

Finally, she couldn’t stand it.  She got up and crept down the hallway, knowing she could use the bathroom as an excuse.  The living room was empty.  There was no sound from Mr. Nolan’s loft, but it was too tall for her to see up there for sure.  She stood staring at the tapestry covering the secret darkroom door, wondering if he was in there.  He wouldn’t take
her
in there… would he?  She felt her heart pounding in her chest as she reached for the edge of the tapestry.

“I’m not in there,” Mr. Nolan whispered, stepping out of the darkness and putting his arm around her waist, pulling her away from the door.  Leah would have screamed in surprise, but his hand went over her mouth.

She whirled around in his arms.  He must have been sitting on the edge of his desk in the darkness, Leah reasoned, her heart hammering in her throat.  Before she could speak, he grabbed her, half-carrying, half-dragging her down the opposite hallway, into the kitchen.