Opportunity (6)
“Ngh...”
The park. Night had fully fallen, but once the kiss started, it didn't stop. What began as a shy brushing of lips grew more intense.
-Mmch, chu, slurp.
Our first kiss. We kept crashing our lips together, forgetting we were outdoors, swept up in the moment as we devoured each other.
Shin Na-young's body pressed into mine. One hand on the back of my wing bones, the other around my neck, she glued her chest and waist to me, greedily exploring my lips.
“Haa...”
Hot breath leaked from the corner of her mouth. We were so close I could see her flushed cheeks, feel the soft, ticklish exhale from her plush lips.
“Seriously.”
“...”
“I have to do this... with a guy... I don't even love... mmph...”
I sealed her mouth to shut her up. Our saliva-slick lips met again. Was this happiness? Or sadness? Every time she tried to pull away with a quivering sob, I blocked her with my lips and tangled our tongues.
I shouldn't be doing this...
It hurt my heart to wound the feelings of two women. I knew it deep down. But what could I do? My body felt too damn good.
“Mmph...”
I tightened my right arm around her even more. Na-young's slender waist yielded, her ample chest pressing against mine.
Haa...
I hadn't realized it with Han Yu-ra, but hugging and kissing like this was pure bliss. I felt the soft pouch on her chest squish and flatten against me, her pounding heart, her rising body heat.
My childhood friend's small hands stroked the back of my head. Her soft, pale touch felt so good it soothed me somehow.
Perfume... she always wears it.
The lemon scent she spritzed behind her ear. And her racing heartbeat. Na-young's excited moans kept pulling me under.
“...Seong-u.”
“Yeah?”
“If you don't fuck me tonight too...”
Shin Na-young said, her sunken, obsessive gaze fixed on me.
“I'll die.”
“Don't say shit like that.”
We raced through Seongnam's night streets. Weirdly, there were no motels near Pangyo, so we had to head to the old town.
“...”
“...”
We didn't speak the whole way to the motel. In the sealed car, I swore I could hear her heartbeat from the passenger seat. Mine was pounding the same way.
Right before sex. The fact that I was about to sleep with Shin Na-young—my childhood friend—stabbed at my conscience.
We were adults now, man and woman. Still, it felt so taboo.
“Get out.”
“Okay...”
I opened the door for her, and she naturally took my hand. Was she embarrassed? With her hood pulled low, she fidgeted but kneaded the back of my hand with her pale fingers. The soft, squishy feel of her palm.
Once childhood friends, she moved forward shyly.
Ah, what is this.
But I'd picked the wrong motel. I grabbed one at random in the motel district, and the name was fucking ridiculous.
Friendship Motel.
“Why?”
“Nah, this place looks kinda shitty. Let's go somewhere...”
I'd told her we weren't dating, but this felt too much. What girl wants her first time taken at a Friendship Motel? I wasn't super considerate with women, but dragging Na-young here felt wrong.
But she brushed it off.
“What.”
She looked at me like I was a cute animal. It bruised my ego a bit.
“Because of the name?”
“Kinda.”
“Just go in. It's not like...”
Her black bob swayed as she grinned.
“We're friends, right? Friends... who fuck.”
“...”
Her words made my heart sink for some reason.
“For now.”
The room was pricey. Seventy-five thousand won for the night. Cheap compared to a hotel, but the Friendship name made even that sting.
But the facilities were decent.
Nice clean bed. No smoke smell.
“Seong-u.”
“Yeah...?”
“Should I... shower first?”
Couples usually had pre-sex rituals. Like showering or deodorant. But I didn't need any of that.
“Na-young.”
“Ngh... ah, no... S-Seong-u?”
I grabbed her hand and yanked her toward me.
“Ahng...”
I pulled her to my side and kissed her like in the park. No idea why, but this felt hotter than out there.
“Haa... you wanna do it right now?”
She asked with hazy eyes. Her sweat-damp side bangs were stunning.
“Yeah.”
“Okay...”
I'd pulled her hard, so she stumbled awkwardly onto me, straddling my hips. Her crotch pressed against my pelvis. I gripped her waist and overlapped our lips.
“Hng... mmph, hnn...”
We couldn't get too wild in the park. But here in the motel, neither of us held back. We mashed our soft lips, mixing the slick slide of our tongues.
-Chu, slurp...
Her nose breaths hit my lips. I reached out naturally and grabbed her plump ass. When it distorted under her short black shorts, she pulled back with a moan.
“Ngh, hngh... haa, Seong-u... ahng... there...!”
I squeezed her ass hard with my right hand, and she gasped in arousal. Had she fantasized about this? She squirmed but clung to my neck, enduring with hot breaths.
“Haang... haa...”
I slipped my hand under her gray hoodie, stroking her hypersensitive back. Her spine muscles protruded like a valley. Below, her toned hips fit in one hand, and my lower body tensed.
“Naa... ngh...”
Childhood friend. Shin Na-young's face flushed red as she panted.
Struggling with my hoodie, she spoke first.
“I'll... take it off... Seong-u.”
She seemed mortified. Fair enough. We were childhood friends, but we'd never stripped or shown skin. We were wholesome like that.
But tonight. We might not be able to call each other friends anymore.
She slowly unzipped. The ziiip sound revealed her gray hoodie peeling off, showing the bold black tank top underneath.
“Can you not stare like that...?”
Impossible. Shin Na-young's body was beautiful. Not as big as Han Yu-ra's, but her sports-model chest asserted itself under the tank top. And below—
“...You work out?”
“...Yeah. Why bring it up now...”
Smooth abs led down in a perfect V-line. A small vertical navel split the center, iliac crests trailing up to her pussy, giving that lean allure.
Whoa...
I was losing my mind. I'd never been into super slim girls. Women with some meat on their waist and hips felt best during sex.
But her figure was gorgeous. She clearly worked hard at it. Firm white thighs, idol-athlete abs, taut legs, deep collarbone.
She muttered as she stood from the bed.
“...Pants too.”
My heart raced. A girl I'd known ten years. Unbelievable we'd do this, and her lines were prettier than I'd imagined.
Her standing, me sitting on the bed. Did she know her crotch was at my face level? She watched me with trembling eyes but slid her shorts down bit by bit.
It was awkward... but
Ah...
Black tank top and matching sports panties emerged. The dim motel light hid details, but the crotch was already soaked.
“...Shin Na-young.”
“U-ugh... what?”
“Why are you wet?”
I asked my childhood friend. She averted her flushed gaze, mumbling.
“Dunno... you strip too.”
I did as she said.
-Swish.
Undressing. An everyday act hit us with massive weight.
Face beet red, she watched me pull off my tee.
“Why...?”
“Nah... your body's surprisingly good.”
Kinda embarrassing.
“You did swimming, right?”
Ten years ago. A dream I quit—no shot at world class. Thought it was wasted time, but now? Glad I did. Na-young clearly liked it.
“Your body's... pretty.”
“Yours too.”
Every word dripped shyness. That's how we were. Childhood friends.
Her abs carried a scent. Not just there—her usual perfume mixed with faint baby powder. I loved it.
“C'mere.”
“U-uh, okay...”
I pressed my lips to her stomach, kissing slowly upward. Licking, sucking, teasing her skin. My tongue tickled her firm-yet-yieldy abs, and she yelped.
“Kyaa, t-tickles... Seong-u...”
She didn't hate it—clung to my neck, pressing her torso to me. My hand moved to yank off her sports bra—it was in the way.
“Ah... okay. I'll do it.”
She pushed me lightly and peeled it off like a tee.
Shin Na-young's perfect tits exposed to the air.
Beautiful...
Pink nipples perked on pale mounds. Cute handfuls that'd vanish in one grip, hanging just right.
“Ugh... mine are... pink? Hehe...”
Too much tension? She giggled stupidly. I bit down hard, kneading.
“Kyaa, ngh, haang...”
Sudden contact? Her arms tensed.
“Haang, S-Seong-u... if you suck that hard...”
Why so erect? I sucked her nipple wildly, groped roughly. When she tried to pull away, I yanked her waist.
She couldn't escape.
“Haa... haa...”
“You're leaking a lot.”
“No, hnn... don't say that...”
Moonlight gleamed wetly on her skin. Eyes half-lidded in a daze. Half-naked childhood friend half-cowgirled me, soft white tits and pink nipples bared.
I greedily slid a hand down. She lifted her ass, parting thighs to help strip her panties.
It was tough, but she was naked now. Prepped for our meetup? Armpits smooth, pubic hair neatly trimmed in a triangle.
I sat her nude on my thigh.
“...You groomed.”
“Shut up a bit...”
Her bossiness irked me. A bitch in heat ordering me around? I smacked her ass hard and pulled her forward.
-Smack!
“Haaangh... ngh... what... you into this...?”
“No.”
I wasn't.