The hallway stank of tear gas and wet boots. Door banged shut behind us. My arm slung tight over her shoulders. Dreads whipped my cheek. She shook. Police boots stomped outside. Shouts faded. Heart hammered my ribs.
She spun. Tiptoed up. Lips brushed my cheek. Soft. Wet. ‘Thanks,’ she breathed. Eyes locked. Big, wild. Twenty-two. Dirt-smeared face. Treillis clung damp. Body heat radiated. Close. Too close.
The Contact
Street lights sliced through frosted glass. Shadows danced. Neighbor’s door leaked yellow glow. Muffled TV drone. Old Petrovich glued to news? Everyone else barricaded. Hiding. Sleeping through chaos?
‘Can’t go back out,’ I whispered. Voice cracked. ‘Upstairs. My place. Tea. Wait it calm.’ Key bit my palm. She nodded. Quick. Hungry smile.
Stairs groaned under us. Wood popped. Echoed soft. Her hand gripped my waist. Fingers dug. Heat built. Door three floors up. Fumbled lock. Clicked quiet. Pushed in. Dim bulb buzzed alive. Studio cramped. Bed unmade. Sink dripped.
‘Gas burns. Shower?’ Water roared soon. Steam fogged mirror. Hiss muffled riots.
Towel wrapped her. Slipped low. Droplets traced collarbone. Tits perky. Nipples poked fabric. Sat bed edge. Legs parted slight. Smiled shy. Fresh. Young. Smell of soap cut tear gas.
Talked low. Riots. Her squat. Studies. Activism. My bullshit job story. Lies easy. Silence fell thick. Eyes burned. She leaned. Lips crashed mine. Tongue hot. Urgent. Towel dropped. Puddle at feet.
The parquet creaked as I shoved her back. Sofa springs whined low. Froze. Listened. Nothing. Her hands yanked my shirt. Buttons popped soft. Skin on skin. Goosebumps. I sucked her neck. Salty. Bit earlobe. She gasped. ‘Shh.’ Hand clamped her mouth.
The Indiscretion
‘Neighbors,’ I hissed. ‘Thin walls. Hear everything.’ Cock throbbed. Zipper rasped down. She fished it out. Stroked rough. ‘Fuck, big,’ she murmured. Kneeled. Floor thumped knee. Mouth engulfed. Wet slurp. Tongue swirled head. Gagged quiet. Saliva dripped chin.
Pulled her up. Jeans peeled. Ass round. Pussy shaved. Glistened. Bent her over table. Legs spread. Rubbed cock along slit. Soaked. Pushed in. Tight. Grip vise. Inch by inch. She bit arm. Muffled whimper.
Table legs scraped floor. Jerked still. Heart stopped. TV next door louder? No. Thrust again. Slow. Deep. Wet smacks. Her pussy clenched. ‘Harder,’ she mouthed. No sound. Slapped ass cheek. Red print. Quiet sting.
Flipped to bed. Springs squealed protest. Fuck the noise. Legs hooked my waist. Pounded balls deep. Sweat slicked us. Blinds rattled faint. Streetlight striped her tits. Bouncing. Nipples hard peaks. Pinched. Twisted. She arched. Eyes rolled.
Hand over mouth again. Muffled mewls. ‘Gonna cum,’ I grunted low. She nodded frantic. Clawed back. Body shook. Juices flooded. Pussy spasmed. Pulled out. Cum ropes hit tits. Belly. Thick. Hot. She scooped. Licked fingers. Swallowed.
Panting ragged. Bodies glued. Pizza beeped oven. Shared slices cross-legged floor. Laughed whispers. Night deepened. Curled naked. Her ass nestled cock. Stirred again. Fucked slow missionary. Creaks softer now. Learned rhythms quiet.
Dawn grayed window. Riots whimpered out. She dressed reluctant. Kissed deep door. ‘Again?’ Door clicked shut. Stairs down. Heart thumped wild. Old lady mopped hall below. Glanced up. Nostrils flared? Smell sex? Nodded curt. Passed stairs silent. Secret locked tight. Pulse raced block away. Grin split face. Transgressed. Next door slept on.