Leah and Erica have been best friends and have gone to the same Catholic school since just about forever. Leah spends so much time with the Nolan’s—just Erica and her handsome father, now, since Erica’s mother died—that she’s practically part of the family. When the girls find something naughty under Mr. Nolan’s bed, their strict, repressive upbringing makes it all the more exciting as they begin their sexual experimentation. Leah’s exploration presses deeper, and eventually she finds herself torn between her best friend and her best friend’s father—but even she couldn’t have predicted the shocking and bittersweet outcome of their affair.
READERS PLEASE NOTE: If you object to the taboo angle and would still like to read this story with an alternate (perhaps more satisfying) ending, check out FORBIDDEN FRUIT by Selena Kitt instead. FORBIDDEN FRUIT is a slightly less naughty, but no less sexy re-telling of Under Mr. Nolan's Bed--updated and redressed for your reading pleasure.
Warnings: This title contains erotic situations, lesbian sex, some very naughty taboo sex, sex toys, and also makes mention of pornography, salmon, amusement parks, chocolate covered strawberries, brownies (as well as girl scouts), plaid skirts, naughty uses for confessionals and some sacrilegious humor.
Word Count: 59,771
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“I saw you, Mr. Nolan.”
His jaw dropped and he looked at me, incredulous. “Saw… me?”
“The night you came into the bathroom… do you remember that?”
Glancing at him, I saw him nod, his face pale again.
“I watched you,” I admitted, my voice almost a whisper. “Touching yourself.”
“Oh Christ,” he whispered, closing his eyes.
“I can’t stop thinking about it,” I confessed. “Seeing you stroke yourself while you watched that man on the screen… fuck those two girls…”
His eyes met mine, and I could see the shock in them at my language, but there was something else, too, that wasn’t just shock. I’d seen it before, in the kitchen when he’d looked up my skirt, and a moment ago, too, when he’d walked in and caught me masturbating.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I whispered, moving my hand up his thigh, high enough to feel that he was hard. I was encouraged by that, and the alcohol made me feel more free, like I’d drunk some liquid courage.
“Leah… I know this kind of thing can be confusing…” He took my hand and put it in my lap with a shaky sigh.
“I’m not confused,” I insisted, sliding down to the floor and kneeling between his legs. He was shaking his head, but I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek against his crotch and nuzzling there.
“Oh hell,” he whispered, and I felt his hand moving in my hair, the lightest of touches.
“Please…” I murmured, turning my face, so my mouth was moving over the hard length of him against his trousers. “I want to…”
I had him unzipped quickly, and I reached in to find him, looking up into his eyes. He was dazed, startled, even a little horrified, but there was something underneath that, and whatever it was kept him from stopping me. He didn’t say no as I freed his cock and took it into my hand.
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