My Secret Partner (6)
Her face drew closer and closer. I squeezed my eyes shut along with her. Every circuit in my head had already shorted out. All I wanted was for this moment never to stop.
The warmth pouring off her body pressed even nearer. Slowly... so very slowly... I tilted my face toward hers, careful not to startle her.
Then something soft brushed my lips. At last my mouth settled over her crimson ones. So this was what people meant when they said bells rang in your head. I was overwhelmed—this was the first time I had ever kissed a woman.
But what was I supposed to do next?
My hand, which had been exploring the inside of her thigh, was still trapped in hers. I could feel her grip tightening around my trembling fingers, as if she were trying to steady my shaking body.
I left my lips pressed against that softness and simply savored the feel of her. I needed to take the next step—an actual kiss—but both her eyes and her mouth remained tightly shut. I had to be the one to find the courage. I parted my lips just enough to let my tongue slip out and brush against hers.
"Mmnh..."
A small moan escaped her.
I pressed my tongue firmly against her soft lips. They tasted faintly of cherry, and slowly they began to part.
Slowly, so very slowly, her mouth opened. My tongue crept inward, inching past the threshold of her lips. The arm holding my hand tensed even more, and I could feel her trembling travel through my own.
"Nnh..."
As my tongue pushed a little deeper, she let out another small sound. And then the tip of my tongue found something soft. Her tongue. It felt like thick, yielding jelly.
A sweet fragrance filled her mouth. I never could have imagined that her lips would taste this sweet the first time I tasted them.
My cock was already raging, blunt and furious, straining against the front of my pants. I freed the arm she was holding and wrapped my hand around the back of her head. My tongue grew bolder, pushing further into her mouth.
I began to stir inside her open mouth. Her soft tongue didn't move. She just sat there taking it, feeling my tongue roam through her as if she couldn't quite allow herself to go that far.
The tip of my tongue was melting inside her. I tried to savor every one of her teeth, tracing them slowly as if etching them into memory. Her soft lips and the inside of her mouth sent sparks racing up my tongue and straight into my brain.
"Haa..."
A moan slipped from both of our mouths at the same time. Just kissing her was enough to send a wave of arousal crashing through me that I could barely contain.
If someone ever asked me about my first kiss, would anyone even believe this story? In my head I was already picturing us living together as a family. I had made up my mind to become her true friend in every sense, and this was the first step.
About thirty seconds had passed since I'd begun exploring her mouth.
"Hah... hah..."
Her ragged breathing was slowly settling. She was exhaling gently through her mouth, surrendering completely to my kiss.
After stirring around inside her for a while, I grew bolder still, dragging my tongue up and down along hers. The tongue that had been receiving my kiss with parted red lips seemed to flinch in surprise.
"Nnh..."
A startled moan escaped her, but I paid it no mind. More gently now—but as if it were the most natural thing in the world—my tongue began to wrap around her soft one.
As my tongue slowly followed the shape of hers, she seemed unable to hold back any longer. Very slowly, her tongue began to move. Then it started to twine with mine, tracing slow circles clockwise.
Slowly... so very slowly...
Saliva was pooling in my mouth and trickling into hers. Hers must have been flowing back along my tongue into me as well. The thought of her fluids entering my mouth made everything even more erotic.
"Haa..."
I wanted to roll my tongue more passionately. My left hand stroked her hair, holding her in place so she couldn't pull away.
When I sped up, she tried to tip her head back slightly. But my hand was cupped around the back of her skull, so she couldn't get away from me.
How long had I waited for this chance? We'd come such a long way to get here.
I had been imagining this moment since the first time I laid eyes on her. From the day we went to the valley and I first saw her breasts and got hard, from the day she cleaned my room and I glimpsed the cleft of her ass as she wiped the floor—and even before that, I had been thinking about her.
Isn't this what friendship is? Isn't this love?
I wanted to ask her. I wanted her to be more actively curious about my body.
I slowly relaxed the tension in my tongue. I was curious how she would react once I stopped leading. Would she stop? Or would she keep going of her own free will?
"Haa..."
A thick moan spilled from my mouth. The front of my underwear was already damp and sticky with precum.
When I stopped moving my tongue, she hesitated. She seemed to be wondering what she was supposed to do. For a second I thought she might pull away. I needed to give her a little more certainty.
I released the hand that had been cradling her head and let it slide slowly down her face. Her cheeks were already burning hot. The heat of my body, the warmth I was giving off—it must have been transferring straight into her.
"Huu..."
A moan slipped from my mouth on its own. Her smooth skin seemed to travel from my fingertips straight down to my groin. I stroked her face, then followed the line of her neck downward.
I could feel her trembling at my fingertips, every last fine hair on her skin. Every nerve in my body was concentrated on the points where my fingers touched her.
"Aang..."
As my hand traveled down the line of her throat, a sound escaped her—something between a whimper and a moan.
Was she starting to see me as a man now, not just her friend's son? It didn't matter anymore. She and I were simply becoming true friends. We were in the middle of that process. I hoped she wouldn't be afraid. I hoped my feelings would reach her just as they were.
My hand followed her neck down to the swell of her breasts. The feel of her bra strap still lingered on my fingertips; I felt like I could unhook it right then and there.
I slowly placed my hand over her chest. At this point, even the nipple hidden inside her bra should have been filling my palm. My hand closed around the breast that rose in a soft mound beneath her white T-shirt.
"Haa..."
Unlike when I'd touched her bra from behind, she didn't react much. Feeling her up over her clothes probably wasn't too much for her.
The breast I was gripping filled my entire hand. Through the thin fabric I could feel her bra and the modest swell of her chest. My hands are fairly large, but even so it wouldn't quite fit in one palm—her size was bigger than I'd expected.
"Huu..."
I wanted to keep feeling that softness. My left hand began to knead her breast.
Squeeze. Squeeze.
Her breast was being ravished in my hand. It was so swollen it felt like it would burst if I squeezed just a little harder. So this was what it felt like. But it wasn't enough.
She stayed still, and that gave me a reckless kind of confidence. Maybe she wanted this too. I slowly took my hand off her chest and brought it down to her navel.
I slipped my hand slowly under her thin T-shirt. This time I felt her flinch. Once inside her shirt, my hand shot straight for her breast.
"Huk..."
I grabbed her chest immediately. Her bare skin filled my palm. The soft flesh spilling out over the cups of her bra molded itself perfectly into my hand.
"Haa..."
A moan burst from her lips. The breasts I had only ever stolen glances at through her cleavage, the ones I'd only imagined—they were in my hand now. I seized her chest greedily.
"Ang..."
God, it was soft. How could anything feel this good? Every cell in my hand was drinking in the sensation of her breast as if I were touching something I'd never seen before in my life. I squeezed and released, squeezed and released, handling her like something precious.
"Nngh..."
A moan leaked from her mouth. That confirmed it. She was definitely feeling my touch.
I couldn't stop. I had to get that bra off—the only thing still covering her breasts.
Wait. How do you even take one of these off?
I never thought I'd actually have to unhook a bra in my lifetime. Why don't they teach this in school?
I cursed Korea's cookie-cutter education system, but I wasn't about to give up. My hands fumbled busily around her bra, trying desperately to figure out how to get it off.
"W-wait..."
No... don't stop! The signal to halt had come from her mouth. After coming this far, I wanted to grab her breasts just one more time. I wanted to memorize that softness and then spray my thick cum for her.
"Huu..."
A disappointed sigh escaped me. It seemed like it was time to let go of her chest.
"I'll..."
"I'll... I'll undo it."
Her hands reached behind her back and slipped inside her clothes.
A soft click sounded from behind her. Something had come undone.