My Secret Partner (5)
To think I was finally lying in the same bed as her, side by side. My heart was hammering so hard it felt ready to tear itself out of my chest. She had turned toward me, her face just inches from mine.
Her elegant, almost virginal face filled my vision. Even with only a touch of makeup, her skin was impossibly smooth for her age, and a faint sheen of tears had gathered in those large eyes. With every breath she took, a warm puff of air slipped from between her red lips. I wanted to lick those lips right then and there.
"Thank you....."
She spoke slowly, settling her tears as she looked at me.
"Come a little closer....."
I drew myself nearer to her, where she was using my arm as a pillow. The distance between our faces shrank to barely four inches.
"It's okay..... Take your time. Think it through."
I said it as gently as I could, patting her shoulder to reassure her. Tears were on the verge of spilling from her eyes all over again.
Her taut breasts were right in front of me. Through the thin T-shirt I could make out the bra that couldn't quite contain her full, rounded mounds. If I could just get that bra off, I felt certain I could lick the stiff nipples standing up underneath.
Comforting her should have been the priority — she was grieving — but my body refused to cooperate. Her alluring figure and the shampoo scent rising from her hair only stirred my cock even harder.
I was lying on my side, fully erect, shoving my hips as far back as I could manage. If I pushed them forward even a little, she would feel my rigidly swollen cock pressing against the bare skin of her thigh.
God, my cock was so stiff from the constant arousal it felt like it was furious with me. I could feel a thin, clear fluid leaking from the head, soaking into my underwear.
I couldn't just lie here in the same bed as her and do nothing but comfort her. The cock that had been raging for days because of her needed comforting more than anything else right now.
"Don't cry....."
I lifted my hand and slowly took hold of her waist, drawing her toward me. Through her thin shirt, that slender waist settled into my grip. Then I began to pull her in, applying a slow, steady pressure.
A strange tension hung between us. The cool air in the room suddenly felt like it had gone hot. When she didn't react to my hand on her waist, I started to find a little more courage.
"Nngh....."
When I tightened my grip and pulled her waist toward me, a faint moan slipped from her lips. That lewd sound spilling from her pale face and red mouth nearly made me lose my mind.
She didn't seem to mind being drawn closer. She shifted, slowly moving her head deeper into the crook of my arm. Emboldened, my hand began to wander along the curve of her waist and hip, caressing her slowly.
Then I pulled my lower body forward and slowly draped it over her thigh. We were facing each other now, one of my legs wrapped completely around her.
"Oh my....."
The tip of my rigidly standing cock pressed against her thigh. Through her denim skirt I could clearly feel the firmness of that thigh against my left leg and the thing between them. The hard, swollen head was pressing firmly into the inner part of her pale thigh.
She had to be feeling it too. She had to know that this sensation was her son's friend's thick cock — no, not her friend's son at all, but the cock of a male who was aroused by her.
My cock stayed pressed against her thigh for a long moment. My arousal was already at its peak. I wanted to throw our clothes off right then and there.
She shifted slightly, as if uncomfortable. The movement caused her thin T-shirt to ride up over her stomach. The hand that had been roaming around her waist found bare skin. I began to slowly caress the waistband of her denim skirt and the line of her waist.
The softness of her skin came through clearly at my fingertips. I pressed slowly around her waist, like playing the keys of a piano. Her springy, taut flesh seemed to bounce my hand right back.
"Hah....."
A sound that could have been a breath or a moan escaped her red lips. Unlike her slightly parted mouth, her eyes were closed.
My hand slowly climbed up inside her thin shirt. Grazing over that soft surface, it naturally began to caress her back. I focused every nerve in my fingertips, wanting to stimulate even the fine, downy hairs growing softly on her smooth skin.
She lay still with her eyes closed. Her lips seemed to tremble slightly, then pressed tightly together. Her brow furrowed a little at my touch.
"Hahh....."
A breath slipped from my mouth without me realizing it as I stroked her back. She could probably hear how ragged my breathing had become. My wildly pounding heart was telling me to be even bolder.
As I stroked her back, my hand slipped completely inside her clothes. Her soft skin was fully against my palm.
Ah.
Something different registered against my hand. My hand had climbed quite high — it had found the strap of her bra.
"Nngh....."
When my hand touched her underwear, her brow furrowed and a sigh escaped her lips. She looked like she was wrestling with something deep, as if this was going too far. I couldn't tell what was going through her mind.
Should I stop here? After coming this far.... If I stopped now, the regret would be overwhelming. Right. One step back for two steps forward.
I slowly withdrew my hand from her back, careful not to let her notice. Then I guided it down past her hip and placed it against the side of her thigh.
The spot I'd reached by sliding down the side of her ass was a strategic stronghold. I had to take this ground, no matter what.
I held my trembling heart in check and looked at her. Her eyes were still closed, and a faint unease showed on her face.
Her already-short denim skirt had ridden up slightly over her thighs. Starting from the outer side of her thigh, my hand began to move inward in slow circles.
"Hngh....."
She was holding her breath. She seemed curious, too, about how far my hand would go.
Her smooth thigh registered fully against my hand. My first impression of caressing it was how firm it was. The results of her daily home workouts, of all that care she put into her body, were right here in this thigh.
It was more than springy — it was solid — and it made me want to grind my cock against it without any restraint at all.
As my hand moved to the inner side of her thigh, I felt the place where her thighs pressed together. Between the tight denim skirt, the flesh of her inner thighs was folded against itself. I discovered for the first time that I could get extremely aroused just from a crease of flesh like that.
"Hup....."
My hand began to slowly caress the space between her denim skirt and her thigh. A warm heat radiated from between her legs. She seemed to flinch slightly when my cold hand made contact.
I pressed slowly into her inner thigh with my fingers, then traced smooth circles over the skin. Beneath the denim skirt, my hand was freely exploring her closed, outstretched thighs.
"Nngh....mm.....!"
Just a little further and I would reach her groin. I thought of the black silk panties she had used to wrap around my cock in the bathroom. Was she wearing silk panties today too? The thought of those lewd panties, riddled with holes, made my hand grow even bolder.
The summit was in sight. I slowly moved my hand deeper between her thighs. Focusing every nerve in my fingertips, I brought them to the entrance of her groin, ready to slip into the place her thigh-flesh was wrapping around.
A few centimeters more. That was all. If my hand went just a little further, I would feel her pussy directly. I wondered how much pubic hair she had. Imagining a modest thatch of dark hair, my cock throbbed like it was panting for breath.
"S..... stop..... don't....."
The moment I parted the flesh of her inner thighs and my hand tried to slip into her groin, a choked voice escaped her lips.
Her closed eyes opened. Faint traces of tears still lingered around them. To think she could look this beautiful even after crying. I wanted to stop time and just gaze at her face forever.
"Hahh....."
Instead of answering, I let out a deep sigh. How was I supposed to stop here? I wanted to ask if she couldn't feel the thing throbbing against her right now. Clear pre-cum had already beaded at the tip of my cock, soaking my underwear through.
"We shouldn't be doing this....."
She managed to get the words out, with difficulty. She was looking at me as she spoke, but it also sounded like she was talking to herself. I wondered what she really felt.
I stared into her eyes without blinking. Her dark pupils glittered right in front of me. A flush of red had risen across her smooth skin. A warm heat had already spread across her entire face.
She didn't look away. Silence filled the room that belonged to just the two of us. Seongdae had long since faded from my mind. All that mattered in this moment was the connection with her — my true friend, my partner.
I knew I couldn't let this moment slip away. Someday, when I looked back on my life, I would regret doing nothing here.
Looking at her face, I decided to commit it to memory. That lovely face. She was hurting, and I needed to comfort her. A hush fell, and I slowly brought my lips to hers.
Her eyes began to slowly close.