Nolan Trilogy (8 page)

“This is my favorite one,” Erica informed her as the movie began.  Leah watched the screen where a girl reclined on a bed reading a magazine and a young man came into her bedroom and started talking to her.  They were wearing masks, just like in the movie the night before, only these were more like the
Lone Ranger
than a masquerade ball.  She edged toward the bed where Erica, still in her nightgown, was perched.  Mr. Nolan had been right there the night before where his daughter was sitting.  Leah could hardly wrap her head around it. 

“What is this?”  Leah’s voice came out nearly a whisper.  She felt shy and embarrassed, watching the couple kiss on screen.  They were starting to take off each other’s clothes.  It was one thing to look at pictures together.  They didn’t move.  This was different.

“What’s it look like?”  Erica grinned, patting the bed beside her.  “Take a load off.” 

Leah stared at the screen, where the girl was already naked and on her knees in front of the boy.  It all happened so fast! She was starting to feel that familiar quake, the undeniable longing.  Erica’s eyes were bright as she looked up at her friend, licking her lips in anticipation like she always did whenever she was about to attempt to lead Leah down the path of temptation. 

Why, oh why, did she always follow? 

“Come on, Leah.”  Erica patted the bed again, scootching over to make more room.  “I want to show you something else.” 

“Something
else
?”  Leah squeaked, but she found herself sliding into the bed next to her friend in spite of her having-slept-on-it misgivings.  The images on the screen were too enticing.  She couldn’t stop watching.  The girl was tiny and dark-haired, like Leah, slim hips and long legs.  The girl had clearly been far more blessed in the bosom department, although their nipples were the same light brown.  The camera panned down, giving them a view of her whole body, and she noticed her pubic hair had been shaved off.

“Why are they like that?”  Leah wondered out loud, feeling Erica squirming next to her. 

“Like what?” 

“You know...”  Her face was red and she was thankful for the darkness.  “None of them have hair down there.” 

“Obscenity laws.”  Erica hopped off the bed, going over to shut the door.

“What?” 

“Yeah, it’s obscene if you show pubic hair in photos or on film.”  Erica picked up something from the floor.  “So they shave.  I’m pretty sure that’s why they’re all wearing masks too.” 

Leah stared at her, aghast.  “How do you know this stuff?” 

“Journalism.”  Erica bent over, plugging something into the wall socket beside the bed.

“What are you doing?”  But Leah had a feeling she already knew. 

“This is what I wanted to show you.”  The thing in her friend’s hand buzzed to life and Leah recalled retrieving it from Erica’s underwear drawer. 

“Handy Hannah—is that your pet name for it?” 

Erica snorted.  “No, that’s what it’s called.” 

“I’d like to see
that
advertisement.”  Leah laughed.

Erica pressed the little vibrating suction cup to her own cheek, grinning.  “They say it’s for tightening your skin.” 

Leah gaped.  “You’re kidding me.” 

“I know, isn’t that a panic and a half?”  Erica giggled.  “It’s supposed to help you get rid of wrinkles.” 

“Where did you get it?” 

“Donna Dorey.  She stole it from her sister.  Said her sister stole it from their mother’s room.” 

Leah didn’t think she could be any more flabbergasted.  “It was their
mother’s
?” 

Erica grinned.  “Guess she was working on getting rid of her wrinkles.” 

“Why did Donna give it to you?”  Leah wondered aloud again while glancing at the screen, where the girl was still on her knees.  There was no sound, she noticed, not in this movie, not like the one Mr. Nolan had been watching.  She kind of missed it.

“She didn’t want her sister to find it in her room,” Erica explained.

Leah felt herself blushing again.  “But… how did you know… you know… how to… how it works?” 

Erica met her eyes.  They were sparkling again.  “She showed me.” 

“She
showed
you.”  Leah couldn’t believe what she was hearing. 

“Uh-huh.  Do you want me to show you?”  Erica leaned forward with Handy Hannah, touching the vibrating suction cup to Leah’s inner wrist.  It hummed, sending sparks flying up her arm, and she shivered, pulling away. 

“I’m pretty sure I get the idea.” 

“Mmmm look.”  Erica licked her lips, her attention back on the movie.  “Bobby loves it when I do that.  He begs me to.” 

“Don’t you choke?” 

Leah watched, fascinated, as the girl took more and more into her mouth.  She looked like she was enjoying it, although she could have been acting.  It was a movie, after all. 

Erica smiled.  “I think guys kind of like that.  Makes them think they’re sooooo big.  Here, give me your hand.” 

Leah reluctantly let her friend take her hand, folding all her digits down except her index finger, so Leah was pointing at Erica’s face. 

“Like this,” Erica instructed.  “See how she played with it first?  Ran her tongue around the head?” 

Leah watched her demonstration, Erica’s tongue flicking around the tip of Leah’s index finger.  Who knew your fingertips were so sensitive?  The fever between her legs intensified. 

“Then you take it into your mouth.” 

Leah stared as her finger disappeared into Erica’s mouth—she curled her tongue around it, eyes twinkling, sucking gently.  It made her skin tingle and burn, all over, not just her finger.  She withdrew quickly, tucking her hands into her lap, wiping her wet finger on her skirt. 

“Here, you do it to me...”  Erica waggled her index finger in Leah’s direction. 

“No.”  Leah shook her head, looking away, too ashamed of her own response. 

Erica sighed.  “You don’t have to be shy.  We’re both girls.  And someday some boy is going to want you to do it, and you’re going to need to know how!” 

“He won’t want me to do that,” Leah protested, but she knew it wasn’t true.  Apparently, all sorts of things were hidden behind closed doors—and in secret rooms and people’s underwear drawers—things she had been stupidly unaware of. 

“Oh yes he will,” Erica insisted.  “And you’ll want him to reciprocate.  Trust me.” 

Leah shook her head, but her gaze was drawn to the movie again.  The girl on screen had crawled on top, still working him in and out of her mouth, but now he was, as Erica had noted, reciprocating, his face buried between her legs, arms wrapped around her hips.  Just watching made Leah’s own sex throb with a thick, sweet, sort of misery.

“Tell you what.”  Erica hopped off the bed.  “I’m going to take a shower.  You stay here and… do whatever you want.” 

Leah ignored her friend’s wink, telling herself to follow, to grab her book bag and make a quick escape while Erica was in the bathroom—but she didn’t.  As soon as the door closed, she settled back onto the pillows to watch, noting the girl was using her hand at the base so her mouth only went down on him about halfway.  Leah was sure she couldn’t fit anything that size into her mouth. 

Lifting her finger to her lips—the same one Erica had “practiced” on—she sucked, gently at first, then harder, wondering what it might be like to do the same to a man.  Just thinking about it made her feel both thrilled and a little scared.  Just like she’d felt the night before, discovering Mr. Nolan in this very room, on this very bed.  What people did behind closed doors had never been so interesting to her before. 

Leah sighed, shifting on the bed, feeling Handy Hannah’s handle against her thigh.  It was still plugged in, still buzzing away.  She reached for it, holding it up, tilting it back and forth, inspecting it.  The handle was brown, the rounded head of the thing powder blue, and the suction cup was flesh-colored, about the size of a half-dollar.  She touched it to her cheek and shivered.  The vibration was so strong it rattled her teeth. 

On screen, the girl reclined on the bed, knees spread wide and pulled back so the guy could lie between them and lick her.  Now Leah understood why it was Erica’s favorite.  He pushed his fingers deep inside of her while he licked, the camera getting a close-up view of his tongue moving back and forth at the top of her cleft.  Leah remembered touching herself there for the first time on Erica’s floor, how overwhelmed she’d been by the final culmination of feeling that came over her.  And then again, while she’d watched Mr. Nolan.

Now the yearning was back. 

She wanted to touch herself. 

Leah hiked her skirt up, tugging her borrowed—and decidedly wet—panties down.  She had felt more apprehensive than aroused with Erica in the room, or at least, she thought she had.  Her body clearly had different ideas.  Things were swollen and slick between her legs and her fingers moved in easy circles, focusing on the tiny bit of delicious candy at the top. 

The girl on screen played with her own nipples as his tongue moved back and forth in her bare seam of flesh.  Leah wondered again what it would feel like, someone’s mouth between her legs.  The girl churned and twisted, her face full of pleasure, in spite of the mask, making it look like it felt incredible.  She found herself imagining Mr. Nolan down there between her own thighs and glowed at the thought. 

She couldn’t help remembering him lying right here, in this very spot, doing this very thing—touching himself while he watched those women on the screen.  The memory of him backing the film up to just the right spot and timing his climax made her feel feverish and goosebumpy all over, and she found herself wanting to see that scene again.

She hopped off the bed, stopping the reel and hunting for the one Mr. Nolan had been watching last night.  There was a cabinet in the corner, the door ajar, its padlock open, and she saw it was full of flat, stacked metal boxes with latches on them.  They were all grey and had a black stripe down the side with white lettering.  They each had number and letter codes on them, but none of it made sense to Leah. 

Kneeling down, she looked through the ones on the bottom, finding one askew, hoping it was the one he’d had out.  When she opened the lid, instead of finding movies, she discovered photographs.  She flipped through the ones on top, family photos of Erica and her mom and dad.  They all looked so happy.  It seemed like a strange place to put family photographs.  Leah put that box back, looking through the boxes on the bottom.

She was about to give up when she saw a box with the latch open.  Inside, there were film reels, but these reels were smaller than the ones stacked in boxes near the projector, about half the size.  The top one was pulled out, the ends of the film still dangling.  There was no label but she was sure somehow she had found it, holding the ends up to the light to see if the images matched her memory. 

Leah cued up the film, knowing just what to do after years of setting up the projector for Mr. Nolan in the living room for the viewing of home movies, and she was delighted to find she’d been correct.  It was even at the right scene, the two women lying on their backs, stacked one on top of the other, the man between their legs like a kid in a candy store, trying to decide which one he wanted to sample first.

She knew why she wanted to see this particular scene.  It wasn’t just that it was exciting, seeing the girls spread open for him, watching him pull out, slick and glistening, and then press in again—it was knowing that, for some reason, this was the scene Mr. Nolan found exciting, this was the scene that pushed him over the edge.  Knowing that was what pushed her over.  She wanted to climax at the same point, to some way relive the night before.

She glanced at the closed door, knowing she wouldn’t have much more time.  Her fingers moved faster, watching the man on the screen, slipping himself up and down, back and forth, first one, then the other.  It was far more exciting to watch and listen at the same time.  She liked that this movie had sound and she wondered why the other ones didn’t.  The women on the screen were begging him.  “Me… no,
me!” 
fighting over him.