Give and Take Between Childhood Friends
The electronic lock chimed—ding, ding, ding—
Click.
With a heavy heart, I opened the front door. The first thing that caught my eye was Seola’s neatly arranged white sneakers.
She must have finished her part-time shift early and come straight home.
Right. No point dragging this out. I’ll tell her right now. Money’s nice, but we’re childhood friends. This crazy stuff needs to stop here.
I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. Then, with a solemn expression, I opened my mouth toward the living room.
“Seo…”
“Minjuuuun—!!!”
But my determined call was instantly swallowed by her high-pitched, nasal whine.
Crash!
With a noisy clatter, Seola stumbled out from the living room, her face flushed tomato-red.
“Wh-what… what’s going on?!”
When I staggered back in surprise, she grabbed my arm and beamed with a sloppy grin. A powerful wave of alcohol rolled off her breath.
“Nooo…! Today I was gonna work the convenience store shift, but the kid I covered for a ton before said she’d take it for me today! So I grabbed a quick drink with my classmates! Hic.”
“Hey! How much did you drink? You’re terrible with alcohol!”
I quickly caught her swaying waist and pulled her against me before she could topple over.
“Not really, but those guys, y’know? Wait, maybe not those guys? Was it? I dunnooo.”
“What! Stand up straight. You’re completely smashed.”
As I nagged and helped her out of her coat, Seola rubbed her head against my chest and mumbled.
“While I was drinking… these weird guys kept coming over, asking to sit with us, trying to hit on me! My friends were all ‘He’s so handsome’ and drooling over them! Ugh…!”
She suddenly dry-heaved, and I panicked, patting her back.
“Hey, hey! If you’re gonna throw up, go to the bathroom! Not on my clothes!”
“Ugh, I’m not! Not throwing up!”
Seola jerked her head up irritably, then looked at me with unfocused eyes and giggled.
“Anyway! They were so annoying! So I ditched them all and ran straight back here! I’m a total iron-wall girl, right? Did I do good? Heehee.”
“…Good grief. Yeah, you did great, you little mess.”
I resignedly ruffled her tangled hair. Her drunk antics were over-the-top, but I felt relieved—and found it oddly cute—that she hadn’t stuck around with strange men and had come straight home instead.
“So, about that…”
“Huh? Why? Want me to get you water?”
“So…”
Seola stared up at me with those hazy, dreamy eyes. Then she suddenly grabbed both my cheeks, stood on her tiptoes, and—
“Huh…?!”
Smooch.Slurp.
Before I could pull away, her hot lips—thick with the scent of alcohol—pressed roughly over mine.
Ugh, the smell of booze…
I didn’t even have time to finish the thought.
Unlike last night’s clumsy kiss, Seola’s tongue, heavy with alcohol, forced its way between my lips and tangled with mine like it had lost all control.
“Puha—”
She broke the kiss, breathing hard as if she’d reached her limit. But after only a moment to catch her breath, she wrapped both arms around my neck and yanked me back in.
“Mmph…!”
Crash—!
I couldn’t withstand the weight pushing me from the entryway. I staggered backward, slammed into the shoe rack, and nearly fell.
“Hey, hey! That’s dangerous!”
I tightened my grip on her waist to keep us upright. Seola, still in my arms, looked up at me with completely glazed eyes.
“Minjuuuun… hic.”
“You’re seriously hammered—”
“Hehehe…”
Before I could finish scolding her, Seola giggled again and captured my lips once more.
Smooch, slurp. Another kiss. And another.
This time she stayed on her tiptoes, pinning my back to the wall, relentlessly crashing her mouth against mine without pause.
Completely swept up in her frantic pace, I stumbled through the living room in a daze of kisses until we tumbled into my bedroom.
“Mmph, mmh…”
Before I knew it, Seola and I had collapsed onto my narrow bed in a tangled heap.
The solemn vow I’d made just ten minutes earlier at the front door—to stop this crazy stuff—had already vanished from my mind.
While my mouth stayed locked in a sloppy, deep kiss with hers, my hands had already slipped under her flipped-up top, frantically kneading her hot, soft bare breasts.
Slide—
“Hah!”
Whoosh—
Even as she panted through the kiss, Seola reached behind her back, fumbled for a second, then flung her bra across the room.
As her underwear rolled under the bed, the air in the room grew far hotter than it had been last night.
“Mmm… haaang…”
Every time I kneaded those full, bare breasts, Seola twisted and let out a sweet, heated moan. But only for a moment.
“…??”
She suddenly swatted my hand away with surprising force.
“Ugh… it’s uncomfortable.”
She yanked the shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it aside.
In an instant, her completely exposed, voluptuous F-cup breasts spilled out right before my eyes.
Her skin had always been snow-white, but the alcohol had flushed her from neck to cleavage with a rosy glow that made the sight look even more decadent and lewd than usual.
Even her pretty pink nipples, stiff from tension, were blatantly visible.
“Suck on them…”
Seola looked down at me with hazy eyes and lazily demanded. At that shameless request, I lowered my head as if hypnotized.
The breasts filling my entire field of vision were overwhelming. Flushed from the alcohol, the stiffened light-pink tips stood proudly, practically begging to be sucked.
I swallowed hard and took one sensitive peak fully into my mouth.
Slurp—
“Haaang!”
The moment I closed my lips around it, Seola’s waist jerked upward. As I gently rolled the firm nipple with my tongue, the contrast between the soft flesh and that hard little bud felt strangely fascinating.
I kept my gaze lifted—watching exactly how her expression melted with every roll, press, and suck—while working my tongue.
Slurp, smooch, slurp.
Every time I sucked hard, an uncontrollable moan slipped from Seola’s lips and her eyebrows arched pitifully.
The same mouth that usually spat venomous curses was now parted and flushed, letting out only heated breaths. The sight made my lower body burn far hotter than the mere sensation against my tongue.
“Hngh, ah… y-yeah… just like that…”
Then the tip Master Ken had taught me that morning replayed automatically in my head.
(When you’re working on her breasts, don’t just use your mouth! Use your free hand on the other nipple too. Both sides at once!)
Got it. One with the mouth, one with the hand.
While I frantically sucked one breast, I began gently rolling the other nipple with my free hand. With this perfect combination, Seola would surely melt even more—
Smack—!!!
“Ow!”
A dull impact exploded across the top of my head, hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. I stopped sucking and clutched my skull.
“Ah! Why?! Why’d you hit me all of a sudden!”
When I shouted in protest, Seola’s face looking down at me was flushed bright red, as if it might burst.
“I never told you to do it there!!!!!”
“Huh…? Then where am I supposed to…”
“You clueless idiot! Jeez, really!”
Seola grabbed my head with both hands and forcefully shoved it downward, toward her lower body.
“Okay, okay! I get it! I’ll go down!”
Pushed by her surprisingly strong grip, I crawled lower. When I reached her pale bare thighs and the space beneath her thin skirt, right at the apex of her legs, I paused and looked up blankly.
“Huh…?”
Did she really want me to do what I thought she wanted?
As I blinked in uncertainty, Seola spread her legs wider, kicked her feet, and yelled.
“I did it for you! So you do it too!!!!!! Hurry up!!!!!!”
It was an absurdly fair and bold drunk demand—since she had given me Fellatio before, I had to return the favor.
It was ridiculous, yet her bold, childish insistence was strangely cute.
“Pfft… Yeah. It’s give and take.”
I had no reason to chicken out like an idiot. I stood up and roughly stripped off her bottoms.
I yanked her skirt down and tossed it aside, then grabbed the thin stockings clinging to her smooth legs with both hands.
Riiip—!Snap!
“Hey!!!! Are you crazy?! Damn it… those were expensive! I’m charging you for them later……”
Seola grumbled resentfully at the torn stockings, but I ignored her and pulled her panties off in one swift motion.
Slide—
There. Perfect nudity. All preparations complete.
“…..”
But now that it was time to actually put my mouth on her, I hesitated. As a complete beginner, I felt a flicker of nerves.
Diving straight in feels too abrupt… Let’s warm her up with my hand first.
I carefully reached out and gently rubbed the already soaked area, sliding my fingers along her slit.
Squish. Squelch.
She was so aroused that even light stroking produced sticky, wet sounds.
Wow, she’s drenched and I’ve barely touched her…
Okay, the reaction was good. I could keep going with my hand a little longer—
Thud—!!
“Ow!”
A powerful bare-foot kick suddenly slammed into my shoulder. I fell back onto my butt with a yelp. Seola, still lying on the bed, shouted.
“Hey!!! Who said to only use your hands! Jeez, you’re so frustrating! Mouth! Use your mouth first……!”
Whether the alcohol had burned away all her shame, Seola shamelessly spread her thighs wide and demanded my lips with blatant need.
“Sigh, seriously… Fine! I’m going in, I’m going!”
Grumbling, I crawled back between her legs and pressed my face close.
And for the first time in my life, I faced a woman’s most secret place directly, close enough for my nose to brush against it.
Whoa…
I had seen it thousands upon thousands of times through a screen, but confronting my childhood friend’s real, bare flesh at this distance was an entirely different experience.
The translucent love juices made her light pink folds glisten. As I stared at the shyly closed, soft, intricate wrinkles—
…Now I get why people call this a flower.
It was mysteriously beautiful, like delicate, moist petals layered over one another.
On top of that, the sweet scent that wafted straight to my nose. The overwhelming sensation no screen could ever convey made me swallow dryly, completely entranced.