The phone buzzed that Saturday afternoon in April. My shitty apartment in this southwestern city. Heart racing from finals. ‘Hello?’ Her voice. Sandrine. Two fucking years. ‘Guess who your new neighbor is? Door 3B. Come now.’ Hung up. Pulse thumps. I crack my door. Hallway dim, fluorescent flicker. Smells like garlic from downstairs. Her door ajar. Peek in. She’s there, petite blonde, long hair spilling over shoulders. Tight tank top hugs those full tits I dreamed of. Jeans low on hips. Eyes lock through the gap. ‘Get in,’ she whispers. Sharp. I step over. Door shuts soft. Click echoes. Her studio ground floor again, blinds half-drawn. Afternoon light slices through. Close. Too close to the rest of the building.
Her mouth crashes mine. Tongue wet, hungry. No timidity now. Hands yank my shirt. Floor creaks under our shift. ‘Missed this cock,’ she breathes hot in my ear. Palms my bulge. Hard instantly. I grab her ass, squeeze. Jean zipper rasps down. Her fingers dive in, stroke my shaft rough. Precum slicks her grip. Mine claw her tank up. Tits spill free. Nipples stiff peaks. Suck one. Bite light. She gasps, muffled against my neck. ‘Shh. Walls thin.’ Yeah. Neighbors everywhere. Old couple next door. Students above. Everyone home on weekend. Risk burns sweet.
The Contact
Bed groans as we hit it. Jeans off. Her pussy bare, shaved smooth. Wet lips glisten. I shove two fingers in. Sloppy squelch. She arches, bites lip bloody to stay quiet. ‘Fuck me,’ hiss. Cock throbs. Rubber? Fuck it. Raw reunion. I pin her thighs wide. Head nudges her slit. Thrust. Deep. Her walls clamp hot, soaked. Bedframe taps wall. Thump-thump. Freeze. Footsteps hallway? Pass by. Heart hammers chest. She claws my back. ‘Harder. Quiet.’ Pound slow, brutal. Gyrating hips grind clit on my pubes. Sweat drips. Pussy farts wet around my dick. Filthy slaps echo soft. Blinds rattle faint breeze. Someone’s shadow? Paranoia spikes thrill. Her eyes wild, pupils blown. ‘Gonna cum,’ whisper-groan. Tighten. I rail faster. Balls slap ass. Muffle her cry in pillow. Flood her. Cum pulses thick. She shudders, juices mix sticky on thighs.
Pull out. Drip sheets. Pant heavy. Kiss lazy. Floor cold under bare feet. She nods door. Time. Sneak out. Crack hers. Hall empty. Pulse deafening. Tiptoe mine. Key rattles pocket. Old lady rounds stairs. Grocery bags rustle. ‘Evening,’ croak past lump throat. She nods suspicious. Door slams safe. Lock clicks. Lean wall. Cock twitches memory. Secret locked. Neighborhood sleeps clueless. Grin in dark.