My First Time with My Childhood Friend (Current Viewers: 1,420)
What exactly is a childhood friend?
It’s the kind of relationship where you’ve been rolling around the same neighborhood since before either of you could even take off your own diapers.
The kind where you’d wipe snot on your sleeve while playing in the dirt, hold hands on the way to and from school, and share a single plate of tteokbokki with two forks like it was the most natural thing in the world.
People say childhood friends are the purest, most tender relationship that exists—something between family and lovers, but not quite either.
They say it’s a transparent bond like sunlight, where you know every embarrassing secret about each other even though you don’t share a drop of blood, and you can understand one another without saying a word.
……Yeah. That’s what everyone thinks.
Slurp, slurrrp. Urk! Hack, hack!
“Cough! Oh god…… haa, haa.”
Right now, the person on her knees between my legs, bent over and tearing up while choking on my cock, is none other than my twenty-year childhood friend, Baek Seola.
……How the hell did we end up like this?
If I trace it back, it all started about an hour ago.
Clink.
The cheap soju glass clinked together with a pathetic ring inside the cramped one-room apartment.
On the table sat the half-eaten convenience store pork rice bowl and three empty bottles of soju. That was it.
This was the place the two of us had moved into after coming up to Seoul.
Our parents had been calling each other “big bro” and “little bro” since before we were even born, so when we said we were heading to the capital, they happily agreed that “it’d be reassuring if you two lived together.”
……Well, Seola’s parents had stubbornly insisted “absolutely no studio apartments,” so we ended up in a slightly bigger place with separate rooms, even if it was still tiny.
“Haa…… this is bitter. Hey, Lee Minjun. What are you going to do about next semester’s tuition?”
“What do you mean, what am I going to do? We’re already splitting rent down the middle, and even with both of us picking up every extra shift we can, we’re barely breathing. ……I’m seriously thinking about just taking a leave of absence.”
At my grumbling, Seola ruffled her bangs and let out a deep sigh.
“Me too…… ugh, life really sucks. This month I’m barely scraping by on food expenses. Should I just turn on an internet stream, strip everything off, and rake in the cash?”
“Stop talking crazy and just drink. You’re all talk.”
Even though I answered curtly, my eyes unconsciously drifted to the neckline of Seola’s oversized t-shirt as she lay slumped over the table.
The loose fabric. Between that wide collar, her pale, heavy cleavage—completely braless—swayed teasingly, threatening to spill out.
‘……Fuck. Look away. You can’t do this with your childhood friend.’
I forced my gaze back to the soju glass and gulped down the bitter alcohol.
Third bottle. Since I’d drunk it on an empty stomach, my head was starting to buzz warmly, and the sharp lines I usually kept so strictly were beginning to blur one by one.
Maybe that was why. Seola’s flushed cheeks and moist lips—someone who was normally nothing more or less than a best friend (even if she didn’t have balls)—looked especially captivating tonight.
“Hey, Minjun.”
Seola, who had been resting her cheek on the table, suddenly looked up at me with hazy eyes and gave a sloppy grin.
“You’re not seeing anyone lately, right? Too broke to even date.”
“……Why are you suddenly kicking me while I’m down?”
“So you’ve been jerking off alone every night like a loser?”
Without warning, Seola made a loose fist with her right hand and started pumping it up and down in the air.
An unmistakably vulgar jerk-off gesture.
Pffft!
The soju I’d been swallowing nearly shot straight into my windpipe.
“Cough, hack! Hey, are you insane?! What the hell is a girl doing making gestures like that?!”
“What’s the big deal? It’s not like we’re strangers.”
Seola sat up, scooted her chair closer, and leaned right into my space. The sweet scent of alcohol mixed with her shampoo hit me square in the nose.
“Do you remember earlier this year?”
“……What about it?”
“You know, the night we became adults. January 1st at midnight. We were drinking in your room…….”
I remembered that night vividly.
Our parents had miraculously both gone out for a group gathering, leaving the house empty. The two of us, freshly legal, sat across from each other in my room cracking open soju and pretending to be proper adults.
And that night, I learned one of Baek Seola’s secrets that I’d never known in all twenty years of knowing her.
This girl had an absolutely terrible drinking habit. Normally, Baek Seola was a textbook tsundere—every word out of her mouth had thorns.
She never acted affectionate, and the second I showed any opening she’d pounce and tease me mercilessly like the wicked childhood friend she was.
But the moment a few drinks went down, the girl did a complete one-eighty.
The tsun disappeared completely. She’d go all loose and smiley, saying lewd things she’d never utter sober, her eyes turning strangely sticky. The gap was enormous.
The corner of Seola’s lips curled up seductively.
“I jerked you off with my hand that night, remember?”
“……!!”
A cold sweat ran down my spine.
The memory I’d buried deep in the box of oblivion—the biggest, most stimulating dark history of my twenty years of life.
The crazy night when, both of us drunk off our asses, her trembling hand had suddenly slipped inside my shorts.
I had been the very first victim of that awful drinking habit I’d just recalled.
……Well, to be honest, it hadn’t felt bad at all.
Completely unaware of my thoughts, Seola stealthily stretched out her bare foot under the table.
Her toes slowly stroked the inside of my thigh where my shorts had ridden up, and she whispered in a low voice.
“We’re both broke, life sucks, and the stress is killing me…….”
“Hey, Baek Seola, you right now…….”
“Why don’t we just do that again? Like last time…….”
Her eyes narrowed seductively.
“Or maybe this time…… I’ll use my mouth?”
Thump. Thump. Thump.
My heart, which I thought had been numbed by the alcohol, started pounding like crazy.
Seola’s toes tickling the inside of my thigh. Her provocative, moist eyes staring straight at me.
That single suggestive sentence snapped the last thread of reason left in my brain.
And now.
Slurp, slurrrp. Urk! Hack, hack!
“Cough! Oh god…… haa, haa.”
Seola was on her knees between my legs, coughing with tears in her eyes.
She’d boldly pulled down my zipper and taken my rock-hard cock into her mouth. That part was fine. The problem was she’d tried to copy something she’d seen in porn and attempted a **deepthroat**, shoving it straight down her throat. That’s when she choked.
“Hey, you okay? Of course you’re gonna choke if a beginner tries to swallow it all at once.”
“No, cough! But in the videos…… they all swallow it so easily…….”
With a long string of clear saliva dangling from her lips, Seola stared resentfully at my cock.
She looked completely overwhelmed by the sight of my vein-throbbing, swollen shaft. Her pupils were shaking like she was having an earthquake.
“Wow…… insane.”
Seola wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and muttered blankly.
“Are all other guys this big? I seriously thought my jaw was going to dislocate. My throat was so full I couldn’t even breathe.”
At that innocent yet incredibly blunt question, I barely managed to suppress the smirk tugging at my lips.
I couldn’t exactly brag about it anywhere, but the truth was I possessed a seriously impressive size that far exceeded the Korean average.
“……Well, I am pretty big for a Korean guy.”
I tried to sound casual, but I couldn’t hide the pride in my voice. Seola snorted in disbelief.
“Hah, acting all cocky.”
Still on her knees, Seola grabbed the hem of her loose t-shirt with both hands and yanked it up. In an instant the fabric rode up past her solar plexus, turning into an incredibly revealing crop top.
Jiggle.
Her heavy breasts, unable to fight gravity, bounced and filled my entire field of vision. Through the thin, stretched fabric, the overwhelming volume of her **F-cup** breasts and the stiff peaks of her nipples were completely, shamelessly visible.
“I’m no slouch either, you know? You won’t find this size just anywhere. It’s a full **F-cup**.”
‘Guh……!’
I barely swallowed the vulgar groan that almost escaped me. I had no comeback.
That insane volume and those nipple outlines threatening to poke through the thin material. To preserve what little pride I had left, I kept my mouth shut tight and just swallowed hard.
Seeing my stunned expression, Seola smiled victoriously and grabbed the base of my cock with both hands again.
“So don’t underestimate me. Today I’m going to suck you dry from the root all the way to the—”
Just as she opened her mouth wide and lunged toward my lower body again—
Seola’s gaze suddenly flicked toward my desk and froze.
“……Huh?”
Still gripping my cock, she tilted her head and stared at the monitor. Then she dropped a completely random suggestion.
“Hey. Should we record this??”
“……What? Record what?”
Seola raised her free hand and pointed at the desk.
There sat my old webcam, still attached to the monitor. It was a leftover from the pandemic days when some classes had been remote.
Even though things had mostly gone back to normal, I’d left it there since it still came in handy sometimes.
“Wait, why are you suddenly talking about the webcam…….”
“I don’t really know much about that stuff, but…… those porn videos you watch every night. They all looked like they were shot with crappy old webcams, right?”
“Hey!! How do you know that?! Did you secretly look through my phone?!”
I shouted in panic, but Seola completely ignored my horrified outburst and continued with sparkling eyes.
“No, just listen. Honestly, your body’s…… decent enough to look at. And I’m seriously confident in my figure too—hic.”
Her words slurred at the end and she giggled.
‘She’s completely wasted.’
As if she’d read my inner tongue-clicking thought, she suddenly flipped me off with a perfectly executed middle finger.
Seola shrugged her shoulders, proudly showing off the deep cleavage and narrow waist visible beneath her cropped top.
“Raw, real-life footage of childhood friends who just became adults having sex. Doesn’t that sound insanely hot?”
Then she gave my cock a playful squeeze, eyes smiling seductively.
“Hehe, and let’s be real…… you want to fuck me too, don’t you? Right? Lol.”
It was clearly a joke full of mischief, meant to provoke and tease me.
But my pathetic male pride, already burning with arousal, had zero chill left to brush it off.
If I’d been sober I would’ve shut it down with “Don’t talk crazy,” but the alcohol had loosened my brain so much it couldn’t even apply the brakes.
On top of that, my lower body was already so painfully hard it was crushing my brain cells.
“Ugh, whatever. That…… that kind of thing? Fine! Let’s do it, fuck it! Turn it on!”
At my shameless outburst, Seola stared at me with wide, rabbit-like eyes, completely caught off guard.
Taking advantage of her stunned silence, I scraped together the last scraps of my bravado and fired back.
“What, you scared?!”
Pure male bravado at its finest.
At the provocation, Seola’s wide eyes trembled, then filled with pure competitive fire.
“……Fine, whatever! You think I can’t do it?!”
Seola bit her lip hard, then yanked the t-shirt she’d been holding up completely over her head and threw it aside.
“W-wait, whoa……?!”
Jiggle—!
Her heavy breasts, completely free of any bra, bounced wildly into the air.
Her skin was especially pale since she didn’t get much sun. Against that snow-white flesh, her pretty pink nipples stood out vividly, burning themselves into my retinas.
They were so obscenely vivid and erotic against her pure white skin that I nearly drooled.
“Hey!! Stop staring like an idiot! Take your clothes off too, hurry!”
Seola’s face and neck were bright red as she yelled.
Pressed by her momentum, I stammered “O-okay!” and frantically stripped off my t-shirt and pants.
And one minute later.
“…….”
“…….”
We sat there awkwardly.
In the middle of the tiny room.
Two healthy, freshly twenty-year-old childhood friends of the opposite sex, completely naked, kneeling side by side on the floor in formal seiza position.
The aggressive energy we’d been throwing at each other—talking about sucking each other dry and whose body was better—had completely vanished. Now that we were actually naked and facing each other, an overwhelming wave of awkwardness and embarrassment crashed over us.
Neither of us could look at the other. We just stared holes into the floor pattern like criminals awaiting judgment.
‘……So who’s supposed to start?’
In porn, things always moved smoothly at this point. But the gap between theory in my head and reality in front of me was a vast canyon.
The sound of Seola’s breathing beside me sounded like thunder in the dead silence.
“……Hey. Are you setting it up?”
Her voice was barely louder than a mosquito. Seola, red all the way to her scalp, muttered while still staring at the floor.
“Y-yeah. I should…….”
There was no turning back now. If I stopped here, I’d get called a premature-ejaculating coward for the rest of my life.
Still completely naked, I awkwardly stood up and walked over to the computer desk.
My trembling mouse cursor opened the internet browser. I logged into the **19+ live streaming platform** I sometimes lurked on at night to ease my loneliness.
[ Webcam connected. ]
The old cam mounted on the monitor flashed its eerie red lens.
I swallowed hard and, without hesitation, clicked the [ 🔴 Start Broadcast ] button in the corner of the screen.
Click.
[ 🔴 Broadcast has started. ]
The notification popped up in the corner. Only then did reality start to hit me—what the hell had I just done?
“Ahaha…… R-right, a joke should only go this far…….”
Cold sweat poured down my back as I laughed awkwardly.
Yeah, this was too much. My shaking hand grabbed the mouse to end the stream—
“Turn off the lights…….”
“Huh?”
“Our faces are totally visible…… And it’s too embarrassing…….”
What came out of Seola’s mouth wasn’t “turn off the broadcast,” but the brilliant suggestion to kill the lights.
As if hypnotized, I reflexively flipped the switch on the fluorescent lamp.
The room instantly went dark. The only light left was the faint bluish glow leaking from the monitor, dimly illuminating our two naked bodies.
Neither Seola nor I had any idea that the viewer counter in the corner of the screen was slowly climbing from 0 to 1, then 1 to 3.
In that strange, secretive atmosphere, the fuse on my reason finally blew.
I threw the mouse aside, spun around, grabbed Seola’s shoulders where she sat on the floor, and pushed her down.
“Hngh……!”
Seola, now on her back, reflexively brought both hands up to cover her burning face.
Her pale, voluptuous naked body beneath me. And me, pressing down on top of her.
“…….”
“…….”
About ten seconds passed.
‘……Fuck. What the hell am I supposed to do now?’
We were both complete beginners who only knew the theory. We’d managed to get naked and on top of each other, but I had zero idea where to even start.
Seola was peeking at me through her fingers, breathing shakily.
It wasn’t erotic at all—just suffocatingly awkward silence.
Screw it. I don’t know anymore.
Still awkwardly hovering over her, I reached out with one hand, grabbed the last bottle of soju on the table, and chugged it straight from the bottle.
Glug! Glug! Gaaah!
“……!!!”
The sudden mood-killing soju chug made Seola’s eyes widen like saucers behind her hands.
Then, as if she couldn’t lose, she bolted halfway up and shouted.
“Hey!! G-give me some too!!”
Seola snatched the bottle from my hand, squeezed her eyes shut, and started gulping down the remaining alcohol.
Completely unaware that viewers were slowly trickling into the broadcast, the two of us were frantically refilling our courage meters.
Clink.
The moment the empty soju bottle rolled across the floor, I cupped both of Seola’s cheeks and crashed my lips into hers.
“Mmph?!”
The alcohol doping was incredibly effective. All the awkwardness burned away with the strong smell of soju. Our lips parted, and our clumsy tongues tangled together.
‘Ah, it smells like alcohol. ……But it’s so sweet.’
I never imagined someone I’d known my whole life could taste like this. In the darkness, illuminated only by the blue monitor light, Seola’s hazy eyes looked so seductive it drove me crazy.
“Puuhaaa……!”
Our lips finally parted when we ran out of breath.
“Haa, haa…… Hey, you, you suddenly…….”
“What, you scared again?”
“W-who’s scared! Hurry up, hurry!”
Even though she said that, her voice was trembling.
The usual bold Baek Seola was gone. She was biting her lip nervously, face tight with tension.
The sight made something in my chest tingle strangely, but now wasn’t the time to think about that.
With my courage meter maxed out at 200%, I pushed between her pale thighs without hesitation.
“Be honest. You touch yourself at night when you’re lonely too, don’t you?”
“Ah! Hngh! T-that and this are, hng, d-different! Ahn!”
“Hey, why are you already this wet? I’ve barely touched you and it’s a complete flood down here.”
“N-no it’s not! Haaang! Hey, s-stop teasing me…… hng!”
She was so embarrassed she didn’t know what to do, yet she was desperately grinding her body against my bare cock.
My shaft, which had been rubbing against her entrance, finally began pushing its blunt head into her slick folds.
‘Wait. Am I really going to put it in??’
For a moment, reason flashed back into my alcohol-numbed brain. We were about to do something incredibly important that we’d completely forgotten. We weren’t using a condom!
“Hey, wait. We’re going raw—”
“Ah, this is taking too long! Just shove it in already!”
“……Huh?”
There was no time to stop her. The impatient Seola, still lying on the floor, suddenly bucked her hips upward.
Squelch—!
“Fuck it, I don’t care anymore!”
I squeezed my eyes shut and slammed my heavy hips forward, burying myself to the hilt.
The feeling of my massively swollen cock piercing through her narrow, scorching inner walls. Her virgin pussy, taking a man for the first time, stretched painfully wide and clamped down on my thick shaft with no room to spare.
“Eek! Ah! It hurts! Hng, wait, it’s too deep— haang! You’re going too fast!”
But I had no patience left to listen to her pleas to go slower.
Squish! Squish! Smack! Smack!
“Haa, haa…… You’re so fucking tight. This is insane…….”
The maddening pressure that squeezed my cock without mercy. Her hot, wet walls clung to me every time I thrust, sucking me in deeper.
My mind went completely white. I just grabbed her hips like a madman and started pounding into her roughly.
“Ahn! Hng, ah! Ah, Minjun, aaah! Ah, ahaang!”
While I was mindlessly pistoning, Seola—moaning lewdly beneath me—reached out with both hands.
Then her small, burning hands desperately covered mine where I was gripping her hips.
“Hngh, hand…… ah, aahng! Give me your hand…….”
Her slender fingers slipped between mine,
locking us together tightly.
The moment our fingers interlocked, my wildly thrusting hips unconsciously stopped.
Interlocked fingers.
The same hands that used to hold each other on the way to school when we were kids. The same hands that would smack my back when she was drunk. Those hands were now trembling between my fingers.
Only then did it truly hit me. The person beneath me wasn’t some nameless girl. It was Baek Seola, the girl I’d known for twenty years.
Her face looking up at me with teary eyes was painfully clear even in the blue darkness. My heart started beating in a strange rhythm, and something hot surged up from beneath my sternum.
But it felt too unfamiliar.
As if trying to escape those eyes, I gripped our interlocked hands even tighter and collapsed my upper body completely onto her naked form.
“Hngh?!”
Her soft, heavy breasts squished against my chest.
I wrapped my remaining arm tightly around her sweat-drenched back and waist, and started slamming into her like a beast.
As if trying to crush those unknown emotions with pure pleasure.
Smack! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
Pressing our bodies together with no space between us, I drove into her so deep I felt like I was breaking her pelvis.
My blunt tip reached the very end of her narrow, scorching tunnel—the spot where there was nowhere left to go, a wall-like barrier.
“Uhaaa! Ngh! Ah, ah! Uuuuuh……!”
Every time I stabbed her deepest spot mercilessly, Seola reached out with her free arm and clung tightly to my neck.
Her body, covered in tears and snot, trembled in my arms and held me even tighter as I tried to run away.
“Haa, haa……! Seola, I-I’m gonna cum……!”
“Mmm! Come, cum inside me! Haaang!”
“Ugh!!”
“Minjun— aaaaaaaah—!”
The last thing she cried out was my name.
I gripped her thighs hard enough to bruise and poured every last drop of my burning load into the deepest, hottest part of her.
Spurt, spuuuurt—!
Seola’s inner walls convulsed, squeezing my cock as if trying to break it.
Even after my explosive climax, our interlocked fingers didn’t let go.
Between our ragged breathing, the heat I’d just pumped into her mixed with her own juices and leaked out with wet, sticky sounds, soaking the floor.
“Haa…… haa…….”
Seola looked up at me with drenched eyes.
Her lips moved like she wanted to say something, but in the end she couldn’t speak. She just squeezed our interlocked hands tighter.
I felt the same. Neither of us had the words to describe the atmosphere between us right now.
The awkward, heated silence was broken by—
Crash—!! Crunch!
The desk, unable to withstand the violent shaking any longer, tilted wildly. The monitor with the webcam attached toppled over and smashed onto the floor.