by Selena Kitt
“Do you remember that first night?” Her fingertips brushed over his scrotum, working her way up the base.
“Yes.” He shifted his weight a little as she leaned in to wrap her hand fully around him. “God, yes. Just seeing you standing next to me, spreading yourself for me...”
“I wanted you so much.” She kissed the head, licking around the soft, sensitive ridge and feeling him swell. She cocked her head in the dimness, daring to ask for the first time. “Rob… did you take those photographs? The ones in the books?”
He hesitated. “Some of them.”
“And the movies?”
“Some...”
“Why?”
He sighed, pushing her hair out of her face. “It’s a long story. Some day I’ll tell you.”
“Will you get in trouble for doing it?” She nuzzled him against her cheek, frowning.
“No. I promise. Trust me, okay?” He met her eyes. “Do you trust me?”
She nodded. Of course she did. She always had.
His hand moved in her hair, guiding her focus back toward his erection, and she let him press her mouth down on his shaft, burying the tip of him near the back of her throat. She groaned, sucking greedily, making him moan.
“Oh Leah, I wanted you so much! I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I still can’t. You know… it wasn’t the first time.”
“What do you mean?” She murmured, pausing to lick around the head again, lapping at him like he was a melting ice cream cone and she was trying to catch all the sweet, delicious dribbles down the side.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he moaned as she sucked him into her mouth again, just the tip, moving her tongue back and forth. “I used to... God, the way you ran around here in that damned uniform with your little panties flashing all the time. And the way you danced! I couldn’t help it. I wanted you so much.”
“Did you imagine me when you did this?” She stroked him upward, the skin caressing the head before she pulled it down tight.
“Yes,” he admitted, moving his hips as she tugged on him. “I used to imagine it constantly. In fact, there’s a movie I’ve got with a girl who looks so much like you. I can’t count how many times I watched that one and dreamed of fucking you.”
“It’s not a dream anymore.” She knelt up between his thighs and pulled her t-shirt off over her head. “I’m all yours.”
He groaned, shaking his head in disbelief as she straddled him, reaching for his hard length. She rubbed it up and down between her slit before settling him right at the entrance and wiggling on the tip. His gaze was between her legs, watching her as she slowly started to sink down onto his thick shaft.
“Mmmmm yeah,” he murmured. “That’s a girl.”
“I love it going into me,” she breathed, sitting up on him and undulating, moving her hips in easy circles. “Oh, God, rub it, rub me, please!”
His fingers found her, moving in the same circles that her hips were making on top of him, sending jolts like live wires through her body. She closed her eyes, cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples as she rode him, a slow, rhythmic tug.
“God you’re so beautiful.” His fingers moved faster on her, making her rock a little more. She couldn’t open her eyes and look at him, too lost in her own world, just using him for her pleasure. The thick shaft spread her open wide, and she rolled around and around, grinding her hips as she pulled on her nipples.
“Oh, Rob,” she moaned as his fingers slipped back and forth now in her wetness, rubbing faster and faster. “Oh that’s so good!”
“Yes,” he urged her on. “You’re so good, sweetheart. Come all over me!”
She bit her lip, feeling that gentle swell in her belly, pushing her up like the surge of a wave, the pleasure almost more than she thought she could possibly bear. She loved knowing it was imminent, feeling the moment just before her climax sent her rocketing skyward, lost in the blissful glory of it.
“Now,” she whispered, her muscles contracting all around the length of his shaft. He groaned too when her tight, muscled walls squeezed him again and again. She leaned forward onto him, collapsing over his chest as she came, panting against his neck.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he whispered into her ear, his hands moving over the rounded curve of her bottom and down the soft skin of her thighs. He was still inside of her, rigid and throbbing.
Leah’s eyelids fluttered open and she leaned up a little so she could kiss him, and he gave her all of his lust in that moment. He sucked hard on her tongue, grabbing her hips and shoving her down against him, grinding her there, buried somewhere deep in her belly. She moaned when he rolled her, rolling with her, pressing her with his full weight down onto the bed.
She couldn’t have stopped him if she wanted to, and she didn’t want to. Her sex was still pulsing and swollen from her orgasm and he slid into her like she was butter, the soft, creamy sound of her wet flesh taking him in filling the loft as he fucked her. She wrapped her arms around him, wanting all of him on her, in her, filling her, and he let himself collapse and just grind against her, working toward his own release.
“Yes,” she whispered into his ear, taking the weight of him, taking his thick, stiff mast again and again as he lost himself, rutting in his own pleasure. “Oh yes, Rob, come on, fuck me, do it...”
He groaned at her words, shoving in deeper still. She loved urging him on, making her voice low and saying all the naughty words that made him swell inside of her. The glorious friction between her legs grew, and she felt her own surge of pleasure rising with every thrust.
“Feel it?” she murmured, squeezing her muscles around him and hearing his breath panting faster in her ear. “That tight, wet hole milking you?”
He pushed himself up on his arms and shoved into her, his knees pressing her legs back as he worked himself deeper. She reached down to feel where he was going into her, all the slippery wet flesh against her fingers, and then slid her hand down to cup his scrotum as it slapped against her. His testicles were drawn up tight, and she squeezed them gently in her hand.
“Ohhh God, honey,” Leah whispered, looking up at him. “All that hot stuff in there for me...”
He grunted and a twisted look came over his face that told her he was on the edge of ecstatic agony. She spread her legs a little wider, thrusting back up to meet him as he fucked her.
“I want it,” she purred, squeezing his length with her muscles, drawing him in deeper. “I want all your hot juice, honey. I want you to shoot it all over me!”
“Fuck, Leah,” he moaned, pulling back, the hard length of him slipping wetly out.
She grabbed for it as he started to come, one hand still cupping his testicles, the other squeezing his length and stroking it against her mound as he began to erupt. Thick, hot spurts shot over her swollen lips, and she moaned, aiming and rubbing the tip of him against her fat little button. Just the feel of him, like a fiery river of lava against that tiny bud of flesh, sent her over the edge too, and she shuddered, making the head of him kiss the little nub again and again as she came.
They had cleaned up and were both snuggled together in bed when she whispered, “Was she prettier than me?”
“Who?” he murmured, and she could hear in his voice that he was drifting off.
“The girl in the movie who you said looked like me.”
He chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Go to sleep, Leah.”
She did, letting herself think about her mother’s reaction to this new arrangement for only a moment before forcing the thought away. Leah wasn’t going to let her ruin what she had found in this man’s arms. Nothing could come between them now.
But the last thought Leah had before she drifted off was her whispered broken promise to Erica.
It was the sound of the bathroom door that woke her. Disoriented, Leah blinked at the ceiling in the darkness, trying to decide if she was still asleep. Then Erica’s voice startled her.
“Leah?”
She turned towa
rd the sound of her voice, somewhere below. “Erica?”
“Leah, I’m sorry.”
Leah blinked, rubbing her eyes, feeling Rob shifting in the bed behind her. “Shhh.” Leah didn’t want Erica to wake her dad.
“Come talk to me.” Erica called and Leah put on a t-shirt and carefully, quietly climbed down. The two of them shuffled to the bathroom. The night light was on and they sat in the early morning dimness, Erica on the closed toilet seat lid, Leah perched on the edge of the tub in just a t-shirt. Erica was wearing just a bra and panties, hugging herself as if she was cold.
“Are you okay?” Leah swallowed, still shaking off sleep.
“I wasn’t fair.” Erica swallowed. “I shouldn’t have asked you. I was just… mad… and jealous...”
Leah’s heart felt so full at her words. “I shouldn’t have promised. Erica, you’re my best friend.”
“I know.” Erica’s voice sounded tight, like she was holding back tears. “And you’re mine. You always will be, always—no matter what happens.”
Erica reached her hand out for Leah’s and she gave it to her. “I really just want you to be happy, Leah. Does he make you happy?”
Leah closed her eyes, remembering him, all of him. “I am. I am, Erica. I can’t tell you.”
Erica nodded as if her mind was made up. “That’s all that matters then.”
“No.” Leah made a little pained noise, feeling tears burning her own eyes now. “You matter too.”
“Love matters more.”
What else could either of them say? They hugged and they cried and blew their noses and laughed and when Leah slipped back into bed, Rob’s hand moved over her hip, pulling her towards him, and she snuggled up close. Leah wondered what time it was but her eyes were closed and she was asleep before she could even glance at the clock.
It was the phone that woke her. The bed was empty and the shower was running, and Leah crawled toward the ladder, but it stopped ringing before she reached it. Snuggling back under the covers, Leah hugged her pillow in the early morning light. Her chest felt so full she could barely stand it, and she realized after a moment she was happy—really, truly happy. She smiled and closed her eyes, waiting for him to come back to bed.
“I’ve got to go out.”
It was Rob, from somewhere down below. Leah peeked over the side, seeing him already dressed and standing at the foot of the ladder. She realized it must be Erica still in the shower.
“Awwww, it’s Sunday...” Leah protested, swinging her legs over and starting to descend. “Can’t you stay a little while?”
He kissed her when she was on the ground in front of him, his mouth soft and open. Leah sighed happily, reaching for his hand and pressing it between her legs. “Please? Just a few minutes...”
“You’re a very bad girl.” He groaned, kissing her again. “I love you. I promise I’ll be right back.”
She sighed. “Okay, just one question before you go.”
“What?”
“When did you know, for sure, you were in love with me?” She stood on her tiptoes to nuzzle his neck.
“I think I always knew.” He breathed her in, accepting her caress. “But that night I took you and Erica to The Bronze Door… when you came down the hall, wearing your mother’s dress… Oh Leah, you’re so beautiful. So perfect.”
She pulled back, looking at him, brow knitted. “My mother’s dress? That wasn’t hers. That was—”
“It was Patty’s,” he assured her. “I remember it well.”
“No, it—”
Rob kissed her into silence, making her knees weak and her insides tense with excitement. How could this man have such an effect on her? She still didn’t understand it.
“I’ve got to go. Save my spot up there.” He grinned, nodding toward the loft.
“Okay.” She sighed and accepted one more quick kiss goodbye before he headed off, through the living room and down the hall. She leaned thoughtfully against the ladder, looking at his desk, remembering the first night she’d sat on it while he bandaged her knee. The night he’d watched her feverish dance, and later, she’d discovered something deeper hidden in the room under Mr. Nolan’s bed.
Had she known she was in love with him, or did it happen right then, when he touched her knee and she met his eyes, still breathless with the mystery she’d uncovered just a few feet away? Every moment they’d spent since was stored in her memory, etchings on glass she traced her fingers over and over in the darkness of her mind, like a blind woman reading Braille.
The secret they’d found in that room had changed the course of her entire life.
Never in a million years could she have imagined the man she’d known as “Mr. Nolan” her whole life would be the one she’d fall in love with and marry and live with in her happily ever after. Had it been that moment, the Band-Aid moment? Or had it been later, the first time they’d made love, or maybe the morning they’d woken up to the sound of angels—which had turned out just to be the New Bethel Baptist Church choir, after all.
Leah smiled, remembering the look on his face when she’d walked down the hall in that dress, the one they’d found in Erica’s mother’s things. How bewitched he’d been. Something had been familiar about that dress to her, even then. Had that been the moment that cinched it for him?
Frowning, she moved around the ladder, under the loft, opening the center desk drawer. There were a million keys. How in the world had Erica found the one that opened the door? Had she tried every single one?
Leah took out the key, the one on the leather fob, pulling aside the tapestry and unlocking the padlock. She pulled the bolt, opening the darkroom, breathing in the thick smell of chemicals, the familiar scent of freshly developed photographs. The fluorescents flickered overhead and she glanced up at the pictures on the line above the table. They had changed since the last time she was in here. How long had it been? Months?
Stepping forward, she studied each photograph in the light, black and white beauties every one, in various states of undress with coy smiles in coquettish poses. She stared with wide eyes when she got to the last one on the line, recognizing it immediately. This had been the roll of film in the camera on the desk that day.
It was the picture he had taken of her sitting on the desk, the quick snapshot to check the camera was still in working order, and it was a perfection of light and shadow, a lovely composition all the same—Leah laughing, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
And yes, it was there. Already, it was there. She could see the expression on her face, the light that came from the inside whenever she looked at him. She’d been in love with him all along. It was clear enough in the photograph.
But had he been in love with her?
She didn’t know why she’d asked him that question, where it had come from, bubbling up to the surface from depths unknown.
When you came down the hall, wearing your mother’s dress…
That dress. Why that dress?
Leah went around the developing table and opened the door, the one with the hidden latch, turning on the little lamp on the table as she stepped inside. The cabinet was open, the metal boxes inside lined up, each of them containing reels of film. Kneeling down, she looked through them for the one she’d found by accident, finding it near the back, like she had before.
Inside, she found family pictures and slides. There was Erica, blonde, blue-eyed little girl perfection, standing on a beach in a pink bikini and mugging for the camera. Leah flipped through, smiling as her fingers sifted through holidays, birthdays, and trips up north, looking for the one she vaguely remembered seeing.
They were in no particular order, and Erica changed in age from newborn to teenager and back to toddler. Mr. Nolan grew a beard, a mustache, sideburns, gained a few pounds and lost them. There were a few photos of Erica’s mother when she was sick, her face so gaunt it made Leah sad to look at them.
There it was. The dress had been familiar because she’d seen it before. Her m
emory had assured her it was Erica’s mother, the pretty blonde woman, who had been wearing it, sitting on a porch and holding a small dog in her lap, and she was right. Susan Nolan was much younger in the photograph, sitting with a beer in her hand and, behind her, in shadow, was Leah’s mom, head thrown back, laughing.
She’d been right, and this proved it—it wasn’t her mother’s dress she’d been wearing.
So why did Rob remember differently?
For some reason, the fact bothered her and she didn’t know why.
Because he’s hiding something.