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  “Hey, The Conqueror was your idea.” Mr. Nolan came up behind them as they got to the front of the line.

  “Keep lying and your nose is gonna grow.” Erica rolled her eyes and started to rattle off what they wanted to the guy behind the concession stand.

  “That’s not what’s growing,” Mr. Nolan whispered, leaning in to Leah’s ear so only she could hear him. His hands gripped her hips for just a moment, pressing into her from behind, and then he let her go, reaching for the popcorn and soda on the counter. Leah stood there, breathless, trying not to look at him, but feeling a searing inferno spreading through her whole body.

  “Licorice.” Erica handed a bag over to Leah. “I don’t know how you can eat those. Ew.”

  The guy wearing a burgundy suit with gold trim and matching hat taking tickets smiled and winked at Erica, and his gaze skipped from her cleavage over to Leah’s legs. Mr. Nolan saw him looking and came up behind them both, pressing two popcorn tubs to the small of their backs and steering them past.

  “Dad!” Erica protested, looking over her shoulder and smiling back at the guy, who was watching them walk away.

  “Don’t ‘Dad’ me,” he said, still smiling. “Keep walking.”

  Inside the theater, Mr. Nolan directed Erica in first and then followed her, leaving Leah to bring up the rear. The theater was practically empty, although the newsreel had already started, and they settled into their seats with all their goodies. Erica balanced her popcorn in her lap and started munching away.

  Leah noticed Mr. Nolan looking at her legs out of the corner of his eye and she crossed one knee over the other, moving a little to make her skirt slide up her slim thigh. She was rewarded with a raised eyebrow from him as he shifted in his seat. Leah glanced over at Erica, but her gaze was on the screen, watching a preview for King Creole, another Elvis movie.

  “Want one?” Leah whispered to him, opening her bag of licorice and putting a long, black licorice rope into her mouth, sucking gently.

  “Brat,” he mouthed, watching her suck on the tip. She flicked it with her tongue, her gaze never leaving his. He shook his head, but he was smiling.

  Once the movie started, she got drawn into the story, munching on popcorn and chewing on licorice. Every so often, her arm would brush Mr. Nolan’s or his knee would nudge her bare leg and she would look over at him and smile. She could almost pretend they were on a real date. She saw him looking at the top of her dress once.

  Leah hadn’t read Peyton Place yet—it was making the rounds. Erica had loaned it to Donna Dorey, who promised to read it over the weekend and give it back. Erica had stolen her copy from the library downtown. Their school library refused to loan it out. As the movie unfolded, Leah realized with dawning horror it was full of scandal, focusing heavily on morality, or the lack thereof. Secret after secret began to be revealed, and Leah watched it like a train wreck she couldn’t quite look away from. She bit her lip and tried not to look over at Mr. Nolan, sure he was just as uncomfortable as she was. Keeping secrets was difficult work.

  Sinking in her seat, Leah could only imagine what Erica’s reaction would be to finding out her best friend was having sex with her dad—somewhere in the realm of sheer horror and utter disbelief? It was a huge betrayal and she knew it. She tried to make herself vow to end it. She knew it was wrong. He knew it was wrong. It had to stop. Just watching the disastrous domino effect on screen was enough to convince her keeping secrets was a very bad idea. The irony that it had all started and ended with a movie didn’t escape her.

  She had almost made up her mind when she felt Mr. Nolan’s hand on her thigh. It was just his fingers, inching their way up under her skirt. She stiffened, glancing over at Erica, but her friend was glued to the screen, her hand moving from the popcorn tub to her mouth in a slow, rhythmic fashion.

  Leah shifted in her seat, and her legs parted for him like the red sea. There just wasn’t any “no” in her body when it came to him. Her eyes closed as he reached her panties, his fingers petting the soft fabric, feeling the damp crotch and how her mound was already swollen, lips parted.

  Resting the popcorn tub on her knees, she hoped it would cover the fact his hand was pressing her skirt up higher, nudging her panties aside. She swallowed hard, watching his face, but he was looking straight ahead, his fingers working along the elastic edge. His expression changed when he found how wet she was.

  His eyes met hers, widening in surprise, and then he closed them, his fingers exploring her in the dark, up and down her slit. It felt so good she nearly jumped out of her seat, but she didn’t, staying as still as possible as he slid a finger deep inside of her. He was looking at the screen again, but she saw his chest rise and fall, his breath coming fast. So was hers.

  He slipped another finger in, moving them slowly in and out, and she wondered if he was as hard as she was wet. His popcorn tub was balanced on his thigh, the one closest to Erica, and Leah hoped it would give her enough cover, because she couldn’t stand not knowing. Her hand crept over the armrest and under his arm, seeking the steel teeth of his zipper and slipping lower to the bulge under the material of his trousers.

  She saw his eyes flutter closed for a moment as she rubbed her hand there, just barely noticeable, back and forth. He was hard as a rock and the feel of him throbbing against her hand made her dizzy with desire. His fingers moved out of her, slippery with her wetness, and his index finger found her sweet spot, rubbing it in slow circles under her panties. Her hand gripped him harder as he rubbed faster and their eyes met, his so full of hunger she thought she would die. She wanted him so much she couldn’t stand it.

  Leaning toward her, he whispered, “I’m going to the pay toilet. First one on the left. Meet me there in two minutes.”

  His hand slipped out from under her skirt and she saw him suck his fingers as he stood, putting his popcorn on the floor next to his seat and moving past her. Breathless, Leah pulled her skirt back down, looking over at her friend, who was watching her father with a frown.

  “Bathroom,” Leah mouthed. Erica nodded and went back to watching the movie.

  It was the longest two minutes of Leah’s life. Her sex ached and she squeezed her thighs together, imagining the path to the pay toilet in her head, down the hallway, around the corner. They had regular bathrooms too, of course, but if you didn’t want to stand in line, the pay toilets were almost always open. They were private, one-room bathrooms, a nickel for each use. They were large and clean, with a long counter and a sink—and a lock on each door.

  “I’m going to the bathroom,” Leah whispered to Erica after what she hoped was a long enough wait, holding up her soda. It was still full, but her friend didn’t need to know that.

  Her heart pounded in her chest as she passed the uniformed attendant who had been taking tickets. He smiled at her and she nodded, feeling his gaze on her legs as she turned the corner. The first pay toilet door was locked, of course, but she knocked softly, waiting for it to open, looking around to see if anyone was watching and hoping they weren’t being too conspicuous.

  “Get in here,” he whispered, pulling her into the bathroom and locking the door again. She bit her lip, not knowing what to say. “God, Leah, you look so good! I can’t keep my hands off you!”

  And then he was kissing her, pinning her hard against the wall and pressing his thigh up between hers, his hands under her skirt, cupping her bottom and picking her up until her legs were wrapped around his waist, their tongues meshing, their mouths slanting, their panting breath and the wet sound of their kiss the only noise in the room.

  “What if we get caught?” She gasped, pushing her hips against his, aching to feel him inside her.

  “I don’t care,” he growled as she slid her hand down to rub the bulge in his pants, making him groan. “I’ve been hard since you came out of the bedroom.” He turned and let her slip out of his arms until her feet touched the floor. “Sit down.”

  She pulled her skirt up like she needed to pee, leaving he
r panties on as she sat on the toilet, watching as he unzipped his trousers and freed himself with a groan. He pressed the head of it to her lips and watched as she sucked on the tip.

  “I can’t stop thinking about you.” He slipped a hand over her hair and pulled her in tighter. She sucked greedily, feeling him swell as it slipped toward the back of her throat. She moaned around the shaft, her sex a hot pulse between her legs as she worked her mouth up and down his length.

  “Easy, Leah,” he groaned, grabbing himself out of her mouth and squeezing it tight. “Here. Lick me here.”

  She looked up at him, tentative, reaching her tongue out to touch one of the smooth sacs hanging underneath where he’d indicated. He moaned when she sucked it into her mouth, his hand moving slowly up and down his shaft, pulling the skin over the head.

  “Good,” he breathed as her tongue wiggled over the other one. She licked at it and then sucked, but it was drawn up tighter toward his body than the other and stayed there, stubborn. Eager, she opened her mouth wider, sucking harder, making him hiss.

  “Whoa!” He grabbed her hair and pulled her back.

  Surprised, she looked up at him. “What did I do?”

  “Easy, there.” He smiled. “Very sensitive.”

  She blushed. “Oh. Sorry.”

  “It’s okay.” He pulled her to standing and kissed her again, making her melt. He pressed her toward the counter, reaching under her skirt and grabbing her bottom, squeezing and lifting her up on the edge. He pressed her legs back and pulled her panties aside to look at her sex under the bright light of the fluorescents. His gaze moved over her flesh, her pubic hair glistening with wetness.

  “Do you like it?” she whispered, watching his face.

  He groaned and leaned in to lick her in response, his mouth moving up and down her slit, his tongue dipping deep inside before slipping back up to the sensitive nub, making low noises in his throat. She moaned, leaning back on her elbows on the counter and spreading her thighs wide.

  “Oh please,” she whispered, watching his mouth working over her mound, his tongue lapping back and forth over the sensitive bud at the top of her cleft. She had never been able to watch him do it before and she found it beyond exciting, his eyes on hers as he squatted in front of her, his hand kneading the soft flesh of her inner thighs.

  “That’s so good!” She pulled her dress up to reveal the swell of her breasts, nipples already hard. He watched her play with them, groaning when she tugged and made them stand up, the skin around them pursed. His tongue was wet heaven. She couldn’t stand it much longer, and her fingers on her nipples increased the feeling even more.

  “So close,” she whispered a warning, head going back, and his tongue traced fast, furious and ecstatic circles around and around. “Oh, now, now, now!”

  She was coming, the force of her orgasm threatening to send her careening off the bathroom counter, her midsection seething with it, thighs tense under his hands as she bucked against his mouth. She didn’t even have time to recover before he stood, leaning in and kissing her so she could taste herself on his tongue.

  “Fuck me.” She reached down and grabbed him, aiming him. She wasn’t shy with him, not anymore. “Please, fuck me.”

  He groaned, sliding her down off the counter and turning her around. He bent her over the surface, pushing her dress up and yanking her panties roughly down, past her garters, to her knees. He slid into her before she knew what was happening, pressing deep and pulling back fast before shoving in again right away.

  “Oh!” Leah cried as he grabbed her hips, working his length between her legs, burying himself to the hilt. The jolt of it sent her ramming into the counter, each thrust making her whole body quake. And still, she wanted more. She squeezed herself around him, reaching between her legs to rub herself.

  “Oh Jesus,” he whispered as her muscles clamped down on him. Her breasts swayed under her as he drove forward, and she put her hand on the mirror to balance herself, watching his face change, become more tense and strained, the sound of their breathing filling the room.

  “Oh God, yes!” She moaned, her sex beginning to throb, her belly tight, something coiled there, ready to spring. “Fuck me, do it hard!”

  “Shhhhh,” he urged, glancing at the door, but not stopping, filling her completely, again and again, spreading her wet, pink lips and sinking deep into the tight tunnel of her flesh. “Have to be quiet, sweetheart.”

  “It’s so hard!” She pressed back against the saddle of his hips, working faster. “I want it so much.”

  “Oh God,” he groaned, squeezing her hips, jamming his pelvis up hard. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come!”

  “Wait.” She pulled him out of her as she whirled around to squat in front of him, panties around her ankles and dress still up to her waist. “Do it in my mouth.”

  She rubbed herself fast as she took him in her hand, milking the length and sucking the tip. He cried out, grabbing the back of her head and thrusting hard, shooting a white hot blast deep into her throat. Her instinct was to gasp, but she knew she would choke, so instead she started to swallow, the taste of him sending her over too, her body convulsing with the delicious thrill of an orgasm for the second time in ten minutes. When he was spent, he pulled her up and kissed her again, his tongue soft and exploring. They were both still panting and breathless.

  “What have you done to me?” He looked down at her panties still around her ankles. “I can’t stop… I just can’t stop.”

  “Then don’t stop.” She kissed his cheek.

  She pulled her panties up, turning to tug her dress down, straightening and smoothing. She noticed her handprint right in the center of the mirror. Mr. Nolan was tucking and zipping, watching her.

  “I’ll go first.” He grabbed her to him and kissed her again. “Are you spending the night tonight?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” He smiled and his look made her want to melt into a puddle on the floor. “Meet you in the theater.”

  The door closed behind him and she locked it, going back to the sink and washing her hands. I don’t want Erica to suspect anything, she thought.

  Closing her eyes, she took a shaky breath and unlocked the door, walking on unsteady legs back into the theater to where her best friend and her best friend’s father were waiting.

  Chapter Eleven

  “I’m staying over! I don’t care what you say!” Leah hissed into the phone, peeking around the corner into the living room where Erica and her father were sitting on the couch watching Gunsmoke. Erica had her face buried against his shoulder, clutching his shirt, and she just knew she was missing a good part. It was the second Saturday night in a row that Bobby hadn’t taken Erica out—another baseball away game, she said—so it was another Saturday night Leah found herself deprived of Mr. Nolan’s intimate company.

  Leah’s mother sighed. “You haven’t been home on a weekend for a month now! I don’t like how much time you’re spending over there lately.”

  “But—”

  Leah’s mother interrupted her, teasing that fed-up tone. “Leah, come home! Your World Religion project is long over. There’s no reason for you to be there all weekend. You can come home tonight.”

  “Fine,” she said coldly. “We’re watching Gunsmoke. I’ll be home at midnight.”

  Leah hung up without saying goodbye, glaring at the phone as she set it back in the cradle, daring it to ring, but it didn’t.

  When she joined them on the couch, she slid into the spot on the other side of Mr. Nolan.

  “Problems?” He frowned at her.

  She shrugged. “She wants me home tonight.”

  “Aww!” Erica pouted. “We were going to go to the Mayflower in the morning before church for waffles!”

  “Don’t rub it in.” She picked at imaginary lint on her skirt. “I’ll just come over in the morning.”

  Mr. Nolan’s hand moved over hers, squeezing briefly before letting go. “I’m sure your mother just misses you.”


  She shrugged again and curled her feet under her, pretending to watch the movie, but she couldn’t concentrate. All day, she thought about nothing else but how she was going to sneak into Mr. Nolan’s loft tonight after Erica was asleep, and now her own mother had foiled her plans!

  “I’m gonna make popcorn.” Leah got up. “Want some?”

  Mr. Nolan’s eyes met hers. “I’ll help you.”

  “Now?” Erica gulped. “But there’s gonna be a showdown!”

  “It’s a commercial.” Leah sighed from the doorway. “It will only take a minute.”

  Mr. Nolan pushed Leah towards the kitchen. “Erica, just call me if it gets too scary.”

  “Fine.” Erica grumbled, drawing her knees up to her chin and tucking her feet in close to her body. “But hurry up!”