Nolan Trilogy (10 page)

“I figured it was happening over in Europe.” 

“It probably is,” Erica agreed from the other room, where she was fiddling with the projector.  “But it’s obviously happening here too.” 

“Do you think he took some of these photographs?”  Leah didn’t know why, but the thought excited her more than anything.

“Yeah.”  Erica had the movie cued up.  “Come on, I want you to see this one.” 

Leah abandoned the book, joining her friend in the other room.  “Doesn’t it bother you?” 

Erica frowned, glancing up at her.  “Should it?” 

“Well, what if Father Michael knew what your dad was taking pictures of?” 

Erica rolled her eyes and snorted.  “They’re always telling us sex is bad, but how can something that feels so good be bad?  Besides, it’s only bad if you’re not married.  After that, you’re supposed to continue making good Catholics for them right?  So sex itself isn’t really sinful.” 

Leah shook her head, ticking off reasons on her fingers.  “It’s bad if you’re not married, it’s bad if it’s deviant...” 

“Who says what’s normal?  Who says what’s deviant?  It’s supposed to be some community standard, but that’s like saying if the majority says it’s wrong, it’s wrong.  But the math doesn’t add up.” 

“What do you mean?”  Leah sat on the bed next to her friend, whose eyes had that gleam again, but this was different.  Leah had coined this one as Erica’s “bloodhound look.”  Erica had always been both curious and persistent about finding things out.  Throughout their entire friendship, it was impossible to keep secrets from her, because she would simply hound and hound and hound until she discovered the truth.  It was, in part, what made her such a good journalist, even if it was just for their little college paper. 

“If fifty-one percent of the people say women should wear gloves at all times, then those women who don’t wear gloves should be arrested?”  Erica reasoned. 

“Well… things change.” 

“So what’s wrong today could be right tomorrow?” 

Leah sighed, shaking her head.  “But the Bible says...” 

“Oh for pete’s sake, have you really read the Bible?  There’s all sorts of sexual deviancy in that book.  From incest to rape, you name it, it’s in there.” 

“But the Church...”  she protested. 

“Leah, does what we’re doing feel bad to you?”  Erica grabbed her friend’s hands in hers, squeezing gently. 

“I feel guilty,” Leah admitted. 

“But you only feel guilty because they told you it’s bad.  Just like they once told women it was a sin to show your ankles.” 

“I suppose.” 

“Think of it this way.”  Erica switched tactics.  “My dad goes to church and is more religious than anyone I know.  He put me in a Catholic school.  He insisted I go to a Catholic college.  Now, if it was really a sin, do you think he’d be doing it?” 

“I suppose not.”  Leah didn’t want to argue anymore.  It seemed circular and pointless.  But the first thought that popped into her head when Erica asked her the question was,
if it wasn’t a sin, would he be hiding it? 

“Now let’s watch.” 

On the screen, two girls were on the beach in their bathing suits, not a soul in sight.  They were both wearing bikinis—something Erica had been begging Mr. Nolan for, which he’d steadfastly refused.  Leah’s mother wouldn’t let her get one either.  Surprisingly, the girls were unmasked, but they wore big black sunglasses.  The movie had no sound, but they were clearly talking and giggling together. 

“They’re like us,” Leah noted, glancing over at Erica and seeing her hand up under her skirt.  Leah’s breath caught, imagining what she was doing under there. 

“I know.”  Erica smiled, her eyes bright under her blonde bangs. 

Leah felt an incredible longing to touch herself too, but in the light of day, she just couldn’t seem to bring herself to do it.  On the screen, the girls were sitting up, knees touching, and she stared as one leaned forward and kissed the other. 

“Oh my God.”  Leah watched, fascinated and a little horrified, as their tongues tangled together.  The dark-haired girl reached out to slip her hand under the bikini top of the blonde as they kissed.  “Erica… what are they doing?” 

“It gets better,” she murmured, her gaze on the screen.  Leah could see her friend’s hand moving under her skirt and Leah squeezed her thighs together, feeling a hot throb between her own legs. 

The girls on the screen were naked in no time, kissing and rubbing up against each other on the blanket they had spread on the sand.  Leah wondered how in the world they had filmed it with no one discovering their whereabouts, but the beach remained deserted.  The blonde’s tongue licked at the dark-haired girl’s fat nipples, making the dark-haired girl touch herself between the legs.  Leah noted her pubic hair had been completely shaved off.  Glancing over at Erica and seeing she wasn’t paying any attention, Leah slid her hand down, moving her skirt aside so she could cup her mound—just to ease the ache a little bit.

“Watch,” Erica whispered, and the movement under her skirt, as the scene revealed something Leah never thought she’d find arousing—but it was.  The blonde moved between the dark-haired girl’s legs, spreading her bare lips open with her fingers, and beginning to lick her there.  Her mound glistened in the sun with her juices.

“What do you think?”  Erica asked, and Leah watched as her other hand snuck up under her blouse, moving over her own breast.

“I don’t know.”  Leah could barely breathe, feeling how damp her panties were under her hand.  She longed to pull them aside and rub herself.  The dark-haired girl played with her own nipples as the blonde licked and sucked between her legs.  Leah closed her eyes, feeling the growing fever, and she found she couldn’t escape it—the images on the screen were too magnetic.

“Does it really feel that good?”  Leah gulped, pushing her panties aside.  She couldn’t help it, she was so swollen and wet and yearning to be touched.

“Oh Leah, you have no idea.”  Erica’s breath came faster, her skirt pulled up, and Leah could see her hand working under her panties.  “I wish I had a tongue right now.” 

On the screen, the blonde’s tongue licked like lightning, her fingers pumping in and out.  Tentatively, Leah dared to slide a finger down and in as she watched, rubbing the tender little bit at the top of her cleft with her thumb.  It felt so good she could barely stand it—but she couldn’t stop.  The girl on screen was shaking, mouth open, eyes closed and head thrown back.  She was coming.

“They take turns,” Erica whispered as she started pulling her panties down.  She opened her knees wide as she touched herself, her fingers making wet noises, and Leah watched them dip down inside of her.

Sure enough, on screen, the blonde was lying down now, and the brunette was between her legs.  There was no hair between the blonde’s legs either, her lips puffy and fat.

“Oh God, that feels so good,” Erica murmured and Leah couldn’t help watching her heave with it, her friend’s eyes closing as she bit her lip.

Leah’s hand moved even faster, seeing Erica’s shirt riding up, her nipple peeking over where she had her bra pulled down.  Maybe the movie was serving as inspiration, but Leah had the urge again to lick it as she leaned up on her elbow and watched, but this time she didn’t stop herself, she dared to feather a kiss on the tip of her friend’s nipple and heard Erica sharp intake of breath, her eyes flying open.

“I’m sorry,” Leah apologized, seeing the shock on Erica’s face, feeling it heave in her own belly.  “I’m so sorry!” 

Erica moaned, shaking her head.  “Do it again, Leah.  Oh please, do it again!” 

The longing in her friend’s voice made her lean back in, this time with her tongue, licking her nipple.  It felt hard and a little rubbery, but Erica’s reaction was quite satisfying as she moaned again, whispering, “Oh yes,” and arching her back.  Her nipples were pink and they hardened like little pebbles.  Leah licked back and forth, around and around, watching the pleasure filling her friend’s face.  It was intoxicating.

“Oh, Leah!”  Erica’s hand made a wet squelch as she fingered herself.  Leah latched onto her friend’s nipple, sucking it into her mouth, the ache between her own legs growing like a fever, making her crazy.  “Oh make me come, I’m gonna come!” 

And she did, hips propelled up like a rocket, her hand shoved deep between her legs, Leah’s tongue working her nipple for all she was worth.  She wanted to come too, but didn’t, pressing her whole hand over her sex as she watched Erica climax, just holding the feeling there between her own thighs.  Watching Erica’s orgasm was powerful, spectacular, and knowing she had a part in it was exhilarating.

“Oh my God,” Erica murmured, her hand, wet with her juices, resting on her quivering tummy.  “That felt so good.” 

“It sure looked like it.” 

Erica met Leah’s eyes, smiling.  “Want me to make you feel good too?”  She leaned up on her elbow and pressed Leah flat on the bed.  “It’s only fair we take turns.” 

Leah hesitated, shaking her head, but Erica was pulling her blouse up, her bra down, and had her mouth on Leah’s breast before she could say anything at all.  Erica’s tongue was like liquid fire over her nipple, and she sought the other one too, rubbing with her fingers through the material of her bra.

“Erica!”  Leah looked down to see her friend’s mouth working as she sucked her nipple in deep.  “Oh God!” 

It was wrong.  It was really, really wrong.  Deviant, even.  Whether you were judging by the church, the Bible, or community standards, Leah knew what they were doing was horribly immoral and wicked.  But it felt far too good to stop. 

She had to touch herself.  She had to.  She didn’t have a choice.  The feeling between her legs was too great, too much to ignore.  She struggled her panties down, and Erica helped, tugging them past her knees and putting a hand on Leah’s thigh as she began to rub herself in fast circles.  Erica’s tongue made the same pattern over her nipple, sending shockwaves through Leah’s body, right down between her legs.

When Leah felt fingers parting her, her eyes flew open.  She started to protest until Erica slid them inside, working them slowly in and out as Leah rubbed herself.  It felt too good for her to say no.  She saw a glimpse of the girls on the screen, but she couldn’t keep her eyes open to watch.  She was too distracted by her friend’s mouth and hand.

“Do you really want to know what a tongue feels like?”  Erica whispered against Leah’s breast.  Leah met her friend’s eyes and saw how hungry she was and wondered if she looked that way too.  “I’ll do it to you.  Do you want me to?” 

Leah groaned, contemplating just what exactly constituted a mortal sin, as the fire between her thighs went from blazing to white-hot at the thought.  Leah shook her head but the word that came out of her mouth was, “Yes!” 

Before Leah knew what was happening, Erica was between her legs, and her friend’s tongue moving between her lips was like nothing she had imagined.  It was beyond pleasure.  There weren’t words for how good it felt when Erica’s soft, eager tongue found that ticklish nub at the top of her crevice and started licking there.

“Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” Leah moaned, her head going back, letting herself go completely—she knew she couldn’t stop it if she tried.  Erica’s fingers moved in and out of her wetness and she lapped and sucked at the hard little nubbin, that pleasure button, making soft wet sounds between Leah’s legs.  Erica made an encouraging noise in her throat, reaching her other hand up under Leah’s blouse to tug at her nipple, increasing her sweet misery more than she thought possible.

“Oh God.  Oh God.  Oh God!”  Leah cried, arching and twisting.  It felt so good, she never wanted it to end.  Her whole sex throbbed under Erica’s mouth, and she knew she couldn’t hold back, even as much as she wanted to.  Erica was going to make her come, her tongue moving fast, back and forth, her fingers keeping the same rhythm, urging her on.

“Erica!”  Leah wanted to somehow give her a warning, or to express to her how good it felt, how incredible it was, but all she could manage was, “Now!”