Nolan Trilogy (27 page)

Before she knew what was happening, he’d pulled her between two of the red and white striped game tents and then behind.  They found themselves in a little, secluded alleyway between game and food tents.

“How about here?” 

That was all he got out before they were in each other’s arms, mouths slanting, hands groping, Leah’s Kewpie doll dropping to the asphalt, forgotten, as they rocked together, breathing each other in, mouths and tongues attempting a poor imitation of what their bodies really wanted. 

“Oh God,” she moaned, feeling his knee between hers, wrapping her arms around his neck and feeling him hard against her hip.  “I can’t stand it anymore.  I want you so much, all the time.” 

“I know, I know,” he panted, nuzzling her throat. 

“I’m dizzy,” she whispered, clinging to him.  The whole park was spinning like she’d taken a ride on the Tilt-o-Whirl.  “Oh God… no… no...” 

“Leah?”  He reacted without thinking, grabbing her hair as she threw herself sideways, vomiting what was left of the pronto pups and ice cream and cotton candy.  He held her trembling body as she emptied her stomach, using a napkin from his trouser pocket to wipe her mouth. 

“Ugh, I’m so sorry.”  She was mortified, turning away from him and hiding her face. 

“It’s all right,” he soothed, coming up behind her.  The Kewpie doll appeared in front of her, waving back and forth.  “Looks like you missed her.” 

“I don’t know what happened.”  She shivered.

He laughed.  “Too much carnival food.  It’s no wonder.” 

“We better go meet Erica on the carousel.”  Leah turned in his arms, pressing her ruddy cheek to his t-shirt and letting him hold her.  She hardly ever saw him in jeans and a t-shirt and she found it rather exciting, in spite of the nausea. 

“You okay to walk?” 

“I’m fine.” 

By the time they reached the carousel at the other side of the park, Leah really was feeling fine again.  Hungry, in fact, considering everything she’d eaten had ended up in the alleyway.  Rob laughed when she told him, but he bought her a Vernors, with its infamous little bearded troll on the bottle—“It will calm your stomach”—and agreed to go with her on the carousel, in spite of his own misgivings. 

“You’re sure?”  he asked, linking his fingers and holding his hands out low so she could use it as a stirrup up onto a golden cat holding a caught fish in its mouth. 

“Come on!” 

She reached over, slapping the matching carousel animal beside her.  The music started as he swung his leg over, the lights flashing over their heads.  Leah laughed, waving over at him with her Kewpie doll as they rose and fell with each turn, up and down, round and round.  She couldn’t take her eyes off him, his delighted smile, the wolfish flash in his eyes when she sat up tall in the stirrups, reaching for the brass ring. 

When the ride was over, he swung her down into his arms and kissed her.  She stiffened, shocked, but she let him, laughing as he hugged her so tight she could barely breathe, burying his face in her neck.  It was a brief moment, but it left her reeling as they hopped off the carousel, finding Erica and Bobby kissing by the entrance.

“Oh hi.”  Erica wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning at them a little sheepishly. 

“Hi.”  Leah glared coldly at Bobby, not anywhere near ready to forgive him for hurting her friend, although Erica didn’t seem to be having the same qualms. 

“We were going to head over to ride the roller coaster,” Bobby told them. 

Leah felt Rob’s presence behind her.  She glanced back at him.  “I wanted to go to the fun house.” 

“Want to meet later for dinner?”  Erica suggested.  “Say six?  Would that be okay, Daddy?” 

Rob hesitated.  Leah could feel it, and she knew what Erica was doing.  Of course he wanted to be alone with Leah, but he didn’t want Bobby alone with his daughter either.  Finally, he relented. 

“Meet us at the bandstand at six!”  Mr. Nolan called as Erica and Bobby took off running again. 

“Kids these days.”  Leah crossed her arms and shook her head, looking up at him.  They both cracked up. 

“Do you think she knows?”  Leah whispered.

“Who?”  He glanced down at her.  “Sister Frances?” 

Leah shook her head, thinking about her mother now that their trip to Edgewater was almost over and they were supposed to go home after the Boblo cruise the next day.  She looked past him to where Sister Frances was praying silently, eyes closed, fingers moving over her rosary beads.

“She thanked me, you know,” he whispered into her ear, his hand sliding down the back of her dungarees—all the girls were wearing dungarees for the amusement park rides, too afraid of what might happen in a skirt—and tugging at her panties, pulling them taut between her cheeks.  The crotch hugged her mound and made her 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,” Leah whispered, waving to Erica.  She was sitting up front in the boat because she and Bobby wanted to get completely soaked.  They, on the other hand, were at the back, and Leah was hoping not to get too wet—although from the way her body was responding to the gentle tug of her panties, she was probably going to lose that battle.

“But doesn’t it feel good?”  He drew her panties up a little tighter, beginning a rhythmic tug. 

Swallowing, she looked up at him, biting her lip.  Her sex was swollen and she knew she was soaked.  They’d been teasing each other all day and now, as the sun was starting to set and they were on their very last ride, the anticipation of going back to the hotel was almost too much. 

She glanced down at his crotch, aching to touch him, knowing he must be hard for her, but with Sister Frances sitting right on the other side of him, she didn’t dare.  His hand, tucked behind her, was obscured from view as he hugged her mound with the damp twist of her panties.  The material was slowly being wedged between her wet lips. 

“Oh!”  She bit her lip when he took up a little more of the slack and her panties bunched up tight, rubbing right against her hot little button.  He smiled, giving a satisfied tug, making Leah close her eyes for a moment with the anticipation of it.

“Don’t be afraid, child.”  Sister Frances reached over and patted Leah’s knee.  She opened her eyes to look at her as Rob resumed his rhythmic pulling.  “The Lord will watch over us.” 

“Yes.”  Leah wiggled in her seat, the gentle heat and friction of her panties making her feel eager and excited.  “Thank you, Sister.” 

“Although we may get a little wet, I’m afraid!”  Rob smiled. 

“Will we get
very
wet?”  Sister Frances’s eyes grew wide. 

Leah muffled a moan.  “Very wet,” she whispered.  Rob tugged faster, making her squirm in her seat.

“I’m afraid so.”  He patted Sister Frances’s hand.  “But it won’t last too long.  The brochure said the ride down is one-point-three seconds.” 

“Maybe less.”  Leah shifted her hip to touch his, biting her lip and looking up at him through half-closed eyes.  She knew they must be dazed with desire and she was glad there was no one sitting on the other side of her because she couldn’t stop wiggling. 

“It creates a huge wave.”  Rob talked as the boat neared the very top of the ramp.  “And it sends us down at about a fifty degree angle.” 

Leah grabbed his thigh, biting her lip as he made her panties rub faster between her lips.  Her nipples were hard and poking through her t-shirt and she saw him looking.  Her whole sex felt filled with blood, tension building, and she couldn’t believe it, but she was very close to climax.

“Well!”  Sister Frances covered her eyes with one hand.  “At least it isn’t forty days and forty nights.” 

“Are you ready?”  Rob asked.  The friction between her legs was almost intolerable as her panties slipped through her wetness.  “Here we go...” 

“Yes!”  Leah moaned, burying her face against his chest.  “Here it comes!” 

Then they were falling, and she heard Sister Frances screeching, and she jerked in her seat, her sex on fire as she started to come, clutching him.  He leaned in to shield her with his body, shoving his hand between her legs and rubbing hard, forcing her orgasm to the point of almost painful pleasure.  She screamed, wrapping her arms around his neck, just before the cold shock of the wave hit them both.  They laughed as the boat rocked at the bottom, their arms wrapped around each other, and she wanted to kiss him, but knew she couldn’t.

“Oh goodness,” Sister Frances muttered as she wiped her face.  Her wimple was soaked and water was coming off of it in sheets.  “Very wet! Very, very wet.” 

“Yes.”  Leah laughed, shoving hair out of her face.  “Very, very wet.” 

Bobby and Erica waited for them to get off the boat.

Erica’s eyes were shining, hair plastered to her head.  “Wasn’t that the most fun you’ve ever had?” 

“Almost...”  Leah glanced up at Rob.  Her sex was still pulsing with her climax and she was glad everyone was soaked, because she was sure there would be a wet spot on the crotch of her dungarees otherwise. 

“We should go get changed,” he suggested, giving Bobby a pointed look.  “Are you going back to the hotel?” 

“Yes, sir.”  Bobby glanced at Erica.  “Me and Buddy and two other guys are sharing a room.” 

“So we’ll see you tomorrow on the boat?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Oh joy,” Leah whispered under her breath, rolling her eyes as the two of them kissed before Bobby took off to join his friends.  She felt Rob chuckle beside her. 

“Thank you again, Mr. Nolan!”  Sister Frances put her hand on his arm.  “You’ve been such a help today, keeping these girls out of trouble.” 

He smiled.  “They’re good girls.  Have a good evening, Sister Frances.” 

Leah giggled when he leaned over and whispered into her ear.  “Very, very good.” 

“I think I got sunburned.”  Erica adjusted the t-shirt she was wearing.  “Dad, did you bring any stuff?” 

“Yep, back in the room.”  He led them toward the exit. 

The hotel wasn’t far—everyone was staying at the Fort Shelby downtown, they had two whole floors booked—and Erica and Leah stripped down in the bathroom while Rob changed in the room.  Leah helped Erica put Unguentine on her sunburn.  It wasn’t too bad but she was so fair, it was inevitable she had burned a little bit. 

“Do you want me to go out for a while?”  Erica asked as Leah smoothed aloe over her friend’s pink arms. 

“Why?”  Leah played dumb as she closed the top to the aloe and put it on the counter. 

“You know why.”  Erica met her eyes in the mirror and Leah flushed. 

“Erica, I don’t want...”  She sighed, helping Erica put her t-shirt on and resting her chin on her shoulder.  “I don’t want you to feel left out.  I’m not trying to take him away or anything...”