It's Happening! Shower Jitters and First Flames
It's happening? It is! "Uwaaaah—!" I stomped my feet.
"If I'd known, I would've worn something cuter—!" I stripped off in the shower and plopped down. Sports bra and panties. My un-feminine getup made me want to cry. The reason for my despair? In case that happened—what if I disappointed the maknae wearing these unsexy undies?
"Am I jumping the gun?" We hadn't even said we were dating yet, and here I was thinking about the next base. Would others call it too hasty? Who knows.
"No way. People do one-nights, right?" He'd saved me twice. And those five days investigating? Weren't they basically dates?
"What even are the maknae and I?" Today's vibe had been pure couple stuff.
"Am I too quick to fall?" I didn't think so... but who knows. I'd asked Hyeok what he was thinking and told him I was disappointed... but right now, my head was full of naughty thoughts.
Feeling all fluttery, I stripped off my undies too. Then my abs stared back from the mirror—hard-earned from years as a hero and gym rat.
"I wanted a soft tummy too..." Those internet pics of lady magic heroes with squishy bellies? I envied them. Even more now.
The black lace lingerie buried deep in my closet. I should've worn that.
"If only I'd known..." Coming to the maknae's place for drinks? Didn't cross my mind until this morning.
Sssshhhh—!
"What's the order of things?" Just in case, I recalled what my friend had said. Then it hit me.
"It hurts the first time, right?" Pain I'm used to, so I'd say it's fine... but
"It's a different kind of hurt, she said?" No clue what that means. The more I think, the hotter my head gets.
"Pretty... big, huh?" That quick glimpse of the maknae in his undies. The silhouette bulging over his boxers. That massive shape lingered in my mind.
"This big?" I gauged it with both hands.
"Come to think of it, that was before he got hard?" If that's pre-erection...
I imagined it and held my hands to my belly. "Haa... haa..." A moan slipped out, and my womb started throbbing.
"Am I... a perv?" The wetness down there. Was it shower water? Or...
****
"Time flew, huh?" Shaking Kang Hyeok's mentality took longer than expected. I hurried upstairs, but
Sssshhhh—!
Choi Rin was still showering. I set the booze table before she came out and waited.
Creeeak—!
Door sound. I turned, and there she stood stiff in my clothes.
"All good...?" The oversized shirt slipped off one shoulder, damp skin glistening through.
"Jackpot." Gave her a white shirt hoping to peek her undies, but instead... bare skin. No bra. Nipple and areola peeking.
"Fuu... calm down." If I popped a boner now, she might bolt. I reined in my Heavenly Phallus.
"Uh, yeah... Table's set, let's drink." I called her over.
"Y-yeah..." Her voice smaller than usual. Weird reaction.
"What's up?" I decided to watch her closely.
As she sat, a glimpse. "Oho... pussy!" Clenched tight. Per my expert eye on virgin cunts—no other man's touched it.
"Virgins are the best." After so many married women, this was fresh. Milfs mold to me; virgins I dye in my colors.
"Here." Pouring booze, plotting to paint her mine.
"..." She took it quietly. Booze-loving her, no smile.
A few sips in, observing: "She's tense." Stiff body, slow moves.
"Spying my reactions." Tense about what? Obviously...
"It's on. Tonight for sure." Alone in the house. She showered and came out braless? Tense? Won't refuse drinks? I slid next to her.
Bodies touching. Twitch—! She shuddered but didn't flee. Leaned in more. Eyes met, small smiles.
"What are we?" She broke the silence, needing labels.
"What do you think?" Counter-question. Make her say it—cements it deeper.
"I like you, maknae. I think we're in that flirty phase."
"Me too." Instant reply. Confirmed, tears welled in her eyes.
"Why cry?"
"First time feeling this... I was anxious."
First love, huh? Lucky I was there then. If not for me at that incident, he'd awaken, she'd fall for Hyeok. Lesson: first button matters. I kissed her.
****
"Thank god." Not one-sided. Tears flowed embarrassingly.
Comforting me? Maknae's lips soft.
Chuuup... Tongue in, booze scent. First kiss tasted like liquor.
His tongue tangled relentlessly. Awkward at first, but got the hang.
"Like this?" Confident with bodywork, I moved mine.
His eyes widened. Fun reaction—I went aggressive.
Smack—! Chuu—! Chuup—! Chup—!
"Haa... haa..." He pulled back first, panting hard. Annoyed? Dove back in, hands joining.
Smooth—! Stroking shoulder, down slow. Collarbone, arm...
"Hngut..." Hit my chest. Reflex to pull back, but rude—I held still.
Knead... knead... Toying like a plaything. Rough but not painful. Heat building.
"Aaaah..." Down there reacting.
Rough to soft... Hot-cold waves.
"Heuk—!" He pinched my nipple.
Already hard from his touch. New toy? He played.
"Uhheuk... heuk...!" Rolled, pinched, flicked 'em.
"Ukgruk—!" Worlds apart from solo play.
"So this is a man's touch..."
Stopped kissing, focused on tits. I was astride him now, led by his hands.
Over clothes at first.
"Uuheuk... heuk..." Heated up, hand slipped inside. Surprisingly soft—not sword-callused.
Envy hit. My hands rough with calluses. Clenched, released.
Reading me? He grabbed mine.
"Pretty hands."
Even flattery melted me.
Thud—! Pushed him down, stripped top.
Flop—! Breasts sway. His gaze locked—proof I'm one of few women.
Staring maknae boosted my femininity.
Now bottoms. Wanted his eyes glued like on tits, but...
"Aaaah... soaked!" Sticky pussy. Just kisses and fondling? He'd tease mercilessly.
"Uuu..." I paused; puzzled eyes.
"Screw it!" Yanked 'em off.
Glistening slit, juices flowing. His gaze dropped from tits to pussy. Fixed.
Gulp—! His throat bobbed. I swallowed too, tense.
"So pretty..." Ignored the wetness—thank god.
"Good habit paying off." Trimmed pubes regular.
"Stay put." I'll handle it. He petted; my turn.
Lay atop, hand down. Felt his thing—already huge.
"Heup—!" Nearly screamed—bigger than guessed.
"Maknae's... sturdy, huh?" Cool act, voice shook. Felt solid over pants—what bare?
Slid in pants.
"Hot..." Throbbing cock. Wiggled hand, curious.
"Uu..." Cool guy moaning. Confidence up—stroked bold.
Pat-pat-pat—! Not caress—up-down. Handjob, crude term.
Squelch... squelch... Tip leaking.
"Glans, right?" Names fuzzy—slept through sex ed. But know: guys leak when pleased too.
His face said I nailed it. Harder strokes.
Squelchsquelchsquelch—! Patpatpatpat—!
Uncomfy in pants, but max effort.
"Gonna make maknae cum!" Glanced at my sloppy pussy. He saw mine; fair's fair!
Arm sore, then reaction. Harder cock.
"Rina..." Desperate call.
Smack—! Nipped his neck.
"Wanna cum? Blast it all over my hand..."
Throb... throb... Surge. Cum overflowed hand, soaked his pants.
"Cumming buckets?" Patpatpat—! Milked every drop.
"Huu..." Panting maknae.
Semen on hand—curious taste. Friend said fishy.
Lick—! Chocolate.
Licklick—! Sweet with bitter undertone. Fancy chocolate vibe.
"Ah..." Licked clean. Sigh escaped.
Grab—! He gripped shoulders, serious glare.
"You tempted me."
Mystery words.
"Who?! You perv!!" Pinned me down.