The landing creaks under my bare feet. Midnight. Everyone asleep in the old courtyard block. Cheminots like my dad, snoring after shifts. Carine’s door across the palier, light filters under it. She’s moved in with us Durands since the news. Pregnant belly swelling. My fake wife-to-be. I slip out for a piss, but hear her stirring. Door cracks open. Her silhouette. Eyes meet in dim bulb glow. ‘Jacques?’ Whisper. Hand grabs my arm. Pulls me close. Courtyard window shows black night, stars mocking. Heart hammers. Parents next room. Her folks downstairs, hating me. ‘Can’t sleep,’ she breathes. Fingers trace my chest. Heat rises. Door behind her ajar. I push it wider. Cross the threshold into her temp room. No turning back.
Inside, shadows dance from streetlamp through thin blinds. She presses against me. Pregnant tits heavy under nightie. Nipples poke fabric. ‘Fuck me quiet,’ she begs. Lips crash. Tongues wet, sloppy. Hands yank my boxers down. Cock springs hard, veins throbbing. She strokes rough. ‘Been wanting this.’ I hike her nightie. No panties. Pussy shaved smooth, lips puffy, wet already. Finger slides in easy. Juicy squelch. She bites lip. ‘Shh.’ Parquet groans as I back her to wall. Lift one leg. Rub cockhead on slit. Tease clit. She whimpers soft. Risk everywhere. Sisters’ room adjacent. Mom could wake. Dad’s snore stops–panic spike. Thrust in slow. Tight grip milks me. Inch by inch. Her walls flutter. ‘Oh god,’ muffled in my neck.
The Contact
Pound steady. Hips slap quiet. Wet slaps echo faint. She claws back, nails dig. Belly bumps my abs. ‘Deeper.’ Grind pelvis. Hit spot. She shudders. Muffle gasp in pillow snatched from bed. Floor creaks rhythmic. Someone coughs downstairs–freeze. Cock pulses inside. Sweat drips. Resume harder. Balls tighten. Her pussy clenches. ‘Cum,’ she hisses. Flood her. Hot spurts deep. Legs shake. She creams too, juices trickle thighs. Hold still. Breathe ragged. Pull out slow. Cum leaks down leg. Wipe with sheet. Kiss fierce. ‘Secret.’ Dress quick. Slip out. Hallway empty. Heart thuds wild. Stairs creak–old man’s door opens below. Nod casual. ‘Night.’ Dash to my room. Door clicks soft. Lie still. Adrenaline buzz. Grin in dark. Neighborhood sleeps. Our dirty thrill safe.