The lock clicked. Sharp. Echoed up the stairwell. Heart slammed. I bolted upright in Caroline’s bed, sheets tangled around my ankles. Naked. Cock half-hard from dreams of her. Footsteps. Soft on the parquet. Creak. I froze. Door shut with a hush. Too late. I dashed to the hallway. There she stood. Caroline. Eyes wide but calm. Tanned legs bare under a flimsy sundress. Straps thin. Hair clipped back.
She dropped her bag. Kicked off sandals. Toes flexed on cool tiles. ‘Saw the blind up from the garden window. Thought burglar. Peeked in. It was you. Relieved.’ Her voice low. Whispered. Like sharing a secret. No anger. Lips curved. She stepped close. Air thick. My cock twitched. Fully hard now. Exposed. She glanced down. Smiled. ‘Hello.’ Warm kiss. Lips parted. Tongue flick. Tremble.
The Contact
‘Mom would love this spot.’ She giggled soft. Grabbed a cold soda from fridge. Hiss of can. We hit the living room. Porno tapes scattered. She clicked play. Moans filled the room. Threesome. Two guys pounding a girl. Volume low but pulsing. She sat cross-legged on couch. Hand on thigh. Dress riding up. Eyes on screen. Then me. Naked. Stiff.
The parquet groaned under my feet as I shifted. Light filtered through slatted blinds. Streetlamp glow. Risky sliver. Any neighbor glance up? She patted the cushion. ‘Stay. Come here.’ I obeyed. Cock bobbed. She leaned forward. Face inches from it. ‘Why my panties in your fist?’ I stammered. ‘Missed you.’ Cold can rolled over my abs. Down to shaft. Balls tightened. Her lips followed. Kisses on belly. Inner thighs. Hot breath.
Blinds rattled faint. Wind? Or eyes watching? She engulfed the tip. Cool mouth. Tongue swirled. Slurped quiet. Hand pumped base. Moans from TV masked my gasp. Parquet creaked as I widened stance. She sucked deeper. Gagging soft. Spit trailed. I threaded fingers in her hair. Unclipped barrette. Waves fell. Tickled my skin. Balls drew up. She knew. Squeezed. I erupted. Thick ropes. She swallowed every pulse. Gulped. Eyes locked on mine. Wicked green.
The Indiscretion
Her turn. Stood. Kissed me. Cum taste shared. Dirty. My hands unbuttoned her dress. Slid off. Perky tits. Nipples rock-hard. Bra next. Cotton teen relic. Gone. Firm handfuls. Back arched. I kneaded ass. Peeled panties. Wet spot. Musky scent. She ground against me. Hugged tight. Need signal. Fingers dipped. Soaked slit. Clit throbbed. Whimpers. TV screams peaked. Blinds shadows danced.
Couch springs whined as I pushed her back. Knelt. Thighs parted. Tongue traced. Salty sweet. She bucked. Hands clamped my head. ‘Shh,’ I hissed. Muffled moans. Her juices smeared my chin. Clit sucked. Fingers curled inside. Gush. Body seized. Legs quaked. Deep growl escaped. Spasms ripped. Arched like bow. Collapsed. Eyes rolled. Murmurs.
We panted. Sweat slick. TV looped. She grinned lazy. ‘Sneak back now.’ I dressed in shadows? No. Still nude. Kissed forehead. Crept to door. Parquet betrayed. Creak. Heart thundered. Stairwell dark. Steps groaned. Up two flights. Cool air on skin. Door clicked shut. Bed welcomed. Pulse raced. Secret locked. Neighbors slept oblivious. Thrill lingered. Cock stirred again.