Mother’s snores rumble soft through the cabin wall. Can’t sleep. Heat between my thighs burns. Slip from bunk. Door hinge whines low. Bare feet hit cold planks. They creak under me, ship rocking gentle. Narrow corridor stretches dark, lantern glow seeps under Blanche’s door. Two cabins down from Hélène’s, where Mom sleeps like dead.
Pause. Heart thuds. Peek through crack. Blanche there, alone. Shirt off, bruises bloom purple on ribs from Jack’s training. She rubs oily salve, skin gleams. Our eyes lock. She freezes. I freeze. Air thickens. She nods, barely. Push door. It sighs shut behind. No lock. Anyone passes, we’re fucked.
The Contact
“Betty,” she whispers, voice husky. Steps close. Smell of salt, sweat, rum. Her hand grazes my arm. Goosebumps. “Saw you watching earlier.” Fingers trail up. Nipples harden under nightshift. Mom’s voice echoes in head–pirates are devils. But this devil’s hot breath on neck. Pull her in. Lips crash silent, tongues wet-sloppy. Risk screams: crew hammocks feet away, Pique-Viande patrols.
Hands yank shift up. Cool air hits pussy, already slick. She groans muffled into mouth. Back her to bunk. Planks groan protest. “Quiet,” I hiss. She grins wicked, shoves me down. Kneels. Legs spread wide. Her tongue dives in, lapping rough. Clit throbs. Bite lip bloody to stifle whimper. Ship creaks cover it, maybe. Waves slap hull rhythmic.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” she mutters, fingers plunge deep. Two, then three. Stretch me. Pump slow, then fast. Hump her hand desperate. Boobs bounce free. She sucks nipple hard, teeth graze. Juices squelch soft–too loud? Ears strain for footsteps. Nothing but snores distant, ocean hush.
The Indiscretion
Can’t wait. Push her flat. Straddle. Her cunt shaved smooth, lips puffy wet. Grind down. Clits kiss electric. Rock hips frantic. Sweat slicks us. Bunk frame rattles low. Muffle cries in her neck. “Gonna cum,” she gasps. Tighter. Faster. Orgasm rips–legs quake, pussy clenches air. She bucks, floods my thigh hot.
Collapse panting. Cum drips sticky on sheets. Minutes tick. Danger spikes. Voices murmur faint from deck–drunk sailors? Scramble up. Kiss quick, salty. Wipe thighs on shift. Door cracks open. Peek. Empty. Slip out. Planks betray with squeak. Heart hammers chest. Shadows swallow me.
Pass crew quarters. Hammock sways, Bud stirs–eyes flutter. Freeze. Hold breath. He snores on. Dash last stretch. Mom’s cabin door. Eases open silent. Slide in. Bunk cold now. Lie still, pulse roars ears. Secret burns sweet inside. Ship sails on, none wiser. Tomorrow, smiles hide it all.