Part two.

Where I and my family used to live had creaky floors and for some reason the floor was the creakiest right nearest to my room whenever anyone
walked near it,it wasn't so noisy when my mom or anyone came to knock.I still got panicky anytime "C" was visiting,especially afraid if anyone walked in while he was telling his patented crude jokes or we were "flirting".I made a quick decision.

"We can be quiet,and have it where no one would know,"I said,eyes pleading.Usually one to respect rules,"C" showed his approval by kneeling down
next to me in my beat-up old black swivel chair.

"So,you want to be naughty?" his drawl laviscious.
"Just scoot down with your legs a little ways apart",he instructed.

It was by coincidence that I wore my favorite pajama pants that day with a rip in the crotch that was never mended,I could only imagine "C" 's delight to notice and take advantage of it.

My heart began to beat in my ears,as he reached into that hole,slowly ripping it a little as he began to caress my already aching snatch outside my underwear.
Not to be outdone by imminent pleasure I shot a look at the door.I figured it was okay,so I relaxed and messed with his ponytail a little,our eyes transfixed.

He then removed his fingers from that hole in the crotch of my pants, and now slid his hand straight down my panties.I felt his digits ease past my curly mound;his fingers felt rough,but he also knew how to be gentle in such an area.I
sighed and arched my head back,it felt divine when his middle finger gingerly worked down my slit taking the wetness from below,bringing it back
to my clit.

"C"'s breathing became low and steady,thats when I sensed he was aroused too.At that time,I wanted us to please eachother simultaneously,but "C" was a giver more than anything.I at least wanted to pleasure him,if not directly by fondling his
member outside those tight jeans,yet I didn't want to ruin the moment.
I stroked his scruffy,but soft face instead,going up to his hair.I moved forward a bit and we kissed deeply,him biting my plump lower lip as we pulled away.

There was a creak and talking not too far from my door,but he didn't stop.
I didn't want him to;his technique was light with the precise amount of pressure right above my G-spot.I was so wet and the scent of sex filled my cramped room.It was so good in fact,in the heat of the moment knowing the outside chance of being caught,I began teasing my nipples until they became stiff.I then pulled my breast from inside snug bra and tank top,it hung there rounded,bare,and inviting.
It was more for me than him,but his mouth gave it a welcoming nibble,there was a muffled moan as he took on the whole of the breast in his mouth and suckled appreciatively.I whimpered and his low throaty growl answered as he contentedly pleased my caramel tit.

Nothing was more delicious than the feeling of fingering and his tongue circling and flicking over my sensitive teat,my head swimmed in pleasure...
Then again,nothing was more frightening as possibly being caught in the act as well,when another creak sounded.It was almost menacing,as if it were telling us to 'Hurry up.'It didn't matter,I was close.He let my breast lop out of his mouth,then he began to give more finger as we felt a potential barging in upon us.I began to roll my hips in conjunction with his pleasuring of my pussy,his finger circling the vulva.

"C" was gazing at me,hungrily,intently.I clutched his forearm,nearly digging in his flesh with my fingernails,gripping.Unfazed,he increased the stroking of my soaked pudenda.'Ohhh fuck' I thought.The wave was nearing breaking point.
Then suddenly,some more creaks and raised voices,we paused and listened briefly.