Her Secret Proposal (3)
Friends.
What is a friend, really?
Most people would say it's someone you've been close to for a long time, or someone roughly your own age. But the times have changed. Age, gender, race, religion — none of it matters anymore. Anyone can be friends with anyone.
And that included Seongdae's mom and me. How often we'd connected, how much common ground we shared, how long we'd known each other — there wasn't a single reason we shouldn't be friends.
We already thought of each other that way. But to become true friends, even the heart had to be optimized. She and I needed to get closer. Much closer. If we were going to be real friends.
Her eyes went wide at my sudden proposal.
"What... what are you talking about, Dongho?"
"Well... I really want to learn this properly. If I take my clothes off, you'll be able to see my form and everything, right?"
"Even so... isn't taking your clothes off a bit much?"
Her voice had gone careful.
"Do you see me as a man, ma'am?"
"What? No, it isn't that, but... it's just a little..."
"I've known you since I was little, so I can be comfortable around you."
"Still..."
She seemed to be turning it over, chewing on the idea. No matter that I was her son's friend, having a man in nothing but his underwear next to her in a room like this — just the two of us — was bound to sit wrong. Or maybe it wasn't that at all. Maybe what was bothering her was the thing that had been standing at attention this whole time.
"If I'm going to learn this, I'd really like you to check every part of my form... That way we can talk a little more intimately, don't you think?"
Intimately?
Honestly, what the hell did taking your clothes off have to do with intimacy? Not that it mattered. Right now the only goal was to talk her into this however I could.
"Well......"
She looked like she'd slipped into thought. Then she shook her head.
"Still, I don't think this is—"
"And if we're close, I can tell you more about Seongdae, too!"
I fired off the finishing move before she could even get the sentence out.
Ah, fuck it. Whatever. Let the chips fall.
"Seongdae...? You've found something out?"
There it was. The moment her son came up, her eyes went round.
"Of course. I even had lunch with him today."
The memory of that lunch rose up, sour and raw. I'd scraped together every ounce of courage I had just to sit down in front of Seongdae, and he'd looked straight through me — the kind of disregard that wasn't even contempt, just absence. The other guys in his circle had burst out laughing at the sight. Heo Suyeon, Seongdae's girlfriend, had been laughing right along with the rest of them.
It burned. Even now, just thinking about lunch was enough to put a cold sweat down my back. I was going to pay them back for today. Every last one of them.
"You had lunch with Seongdae?"
"Yes. With all the friends he hangs around with."
The second her son's name entered the air, a smile spread across that composed, lovely face. Watching her light up over something she loved made my shoulders lift, uninvited.
"Oh, Dongho, that's wonderful!"
"Right? I'm working really hard at this."
And that much, at least, was true. For someone as gutless as me to walk over to where Seongdae's whole pack was eating and actually open my mouth — had I ever wanted anything this badly? Becoming true friends with her was turning out to be this hard. I didn't care how many times I had to be the punchline.
"Then... would it be all right if I stripped down and worked out comfortably?"
She hesitated, just for a moment. Then she smiled, soft and small.
"Only while we're working out, okay...?"
Hell yes.
Better than I'd expected. If I wanted to get close to her, this was the kind of ground I had to take. I gave my own rarely used brain a quiet little pat on the back.
"Of course. Just make sure you watch my form closely."
"All right. Shall we start?"
I stood and began peeling off my shirt, slow on purpose. She watched from the side as I undressed. I could have sworn I heard her swallow.
Lifting the short sleeves would show her the clean line of my waist, the plane of my back. I stepped in close so she'd have a good view from below, and pulled the shirt off over my head.
Heh. All that working out lately wasn't for nothing.
I wasn't exactly stacked, but even I could admit the skin was tight and the lines were clean. The tops of her cheeks looked like they'd gone a shade pinker as she took me in.
"Hah."
I drew one long breath and opened my chest and shoulders wide. I pictured the pheromones of a boy in his prime reaching the tip of her nose. In my head she was already climbing onto me, licking my nipples.
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pushed my shorts down. If I could bury this swollen cock in her mouth just like this — in the fantasy she was already coming toward my briefs, stroking the thing standing up for her.
The shorts hit the floor, and the outline of my cock stood out rigid against the thin fabric, every ridge of it. She saw it from where she sat. A short, involuntary sound escaped her.
"Ah—"
Her eyes jerked away. Color raced up that white throat and into her face so fast I could almost feel the heat of it.
"Dongho....!"
She said my name like she was pleading.
Yes? Want me to put it in right now? I'm ready whenever you are. All you have to do is ask.
"Yes?"
"You were taking the pants off too...?"
She was talking to the floor. I took another step toward her.
Look. Go on, look. Look at what you did to me. Look at how hard it is.
"You should probably... keep the pants on, though, shouldn't you?"
She kept going, still not registering that I'd closed the distance.
"Then how am I supposed to correct my lower-body form?"
"You can do that just fine with pants on..."
She still hadn't lifted her eyes from the floor. From above, I could see the white cleft of her chest disappearing into the gap of her bra top.
"Then would you take a look at my lower-body line as it is now?"
"Hah—"
At the question, her head came up.
She had to have seen it. Right in front of her, swollen as far as it could go, the shape of me stood out against the briefs in a single unbroken line.
A small sound broke on her red mouth.
But she was a grown woman, ripe all the way through. She seemed to decide she couldn't keep startling like a girl, and her face settled, composed again. With that same neat, almost demure expression, she began examining the lines of my thighs and legs, as if she were simply checking my form, tracing every inch of my lower body with her eyes.
Having my cock standing in front of her face like it might split the fabric was an excitement so thick I could barely stand still.
This goddamn scrap of cloth.
One thin piece of fabric. Peel it off and I could show her everything I really was. Then she and I could be true friends.
I crushed the feeling down and watched her, as calm as I could manage. What I could see from here was the white valley opening between the cups of her bra top, and the crown of her head, close enough that I wanted to lean in and breathe her in.
"Ahem... ahem... your form is..... it looks fine?"
She coughed into her fist, clearly trying to get out of the moment as fast as possible. I had no intention of making it that easy for her.
"Could you check the back as well, just once?"
I turned before she could answer. Soccer was the only sport I'd ever stuck with, and it had left my thigh muscles split into clean, solid ridges.
Should've done more lower-body work.
I clenched down with everything I had. Come on. Give me something, thighs.
The hard line of my legs and the lift of my ass settled right in front of her face. A startled sound came from behind me, then went quiet.
She was looking at the line of my ass, the line of my thighs. No — she was taking them in. Her eyes would be following the split of the muscle down into the tight knot of my calves.
"How does it look, ma'am?"
I asked it like it was nothing.
"Well.... it looks like you've... been working out?"
There was a tremor in her voice. I tightened further, wanting to hold her gaze there a little longer.
"Is that so? You don't think it'll get in the way of yoga?"
"No. It should be more than fine. The muscle is sitting just right, and..."
Her hand found the back of my thigh as if it had drifted there on its own. It lasted only a second, but I felt the blood slam into the thing standing up in front of me, hard and fast.
"Hah—"
A small sound slipped out of me at her touch. She had to have heard it.
"Ahem... ahem..."
She cleared her throat and turned me back around. My cock was still up, still pointing at her face.
"Ahem... shall we get started?"
"I'd like that. I'll work hard."
She and I sat side by side and faced forward.
The way she taught was unhurried, almost languid. That soft, even voice of hers seemed to settle something in my chest. It felt like I could have laid my head in her lap and drifted off, the way you do in your mother's arms, just listening to her talk.
"First, let's settle the breath."
When she taught, she used formal speech with me. Passing on exactly what she had learned, the way it had been given to her.
"Tighten your stomach. Draw the breath up from your lower abdomen."
Something about that formality put us on even ground. Not a friend's mother and a friend's son. A man and a woman. A pair, almost.
Seongdae's dad probably fell asleep to that same soft voice every night. The thought of his face — the face of the man who had her love all to himself — sent a hot, pointless anger through me.
I followed her instructions, slowly opening my shoulders and back, tightening and releasing my stomach in a rhythm. The thing that had been standing so rigidly began, with time, to ease down. The blood pooled in my groin still ached, but I wanted to give the lesson everything I had.
"Open this shoulder a little more."
She shifted closer along my side and smoothed a hand over my right shoulder. The moment she came in, her scent came with her. Lavender, and underneath it, the smell of her skin.
My head filled with a filthy parade of her. I wanted to catch her by the arm, bury my face in the hollow where that scent lived. I wanted to slide my cock between those white breasts I could see from here and rock it there until I was done.
The shaft that had been starting to settle climbed again, tight and full.
"That's it. Straighten your back a little more, too."
Her hand traveled the space between my back and my waist. I pictured those slender fingers wrapping around me, lifting me to her mouth.
"Hah..."
A thin breath slipped out of me.
"You're doing well."
She added the praise without missing a beat, apparently convinced I was focused on the workout.
What a filthy little scene this was. She had her body barely covered in white leggings and a white bra top, and I was hiding a standing cock behind a single pair of briefs. I fixed every cell I had on the moment, determined to keep it.
Her phone alarm went off. Eight o'clock.
Damn it. Already time to stop.
I rolled my shoulders back, a light sheen of sweat along my spine, and turned toward her. The way the muscle let go — contracting, releasing, loosening without a fight — told me her lesson had been worth something as stretching, at least.
"How was it?"
She asked it with a small smile, her face still flushed from the work. A faint bead of sweat sat on that smooth forehead. She'd given the teaching everything she had, too.
"It feels amazing. I loved it."
I laid it on thicker than I needed to.
"Really?"
The way her whole face opened when she smiled did something warm in my chest.
"Let's just do the basics this week and take the rest slowly."
"Sounds good. Do I have a knack for this?"
"Of course. Watching you, I'm getting greedy myself."
Greedy.
She'd said she was getting greedy over me. Wanting something. Reaching for it. If she and I were going to be true friends, that was as good a sign as I could have asked for.
"But, you know..."
She let the end of the sentence trail off.
"We got so caught up in the workout I didn't ask about Seongdae. Is it going well?"
I wanted more time with her. I tossed out a line and waited to see if she'd take it.
"That's true. I have more to tell you, actually."
"Do you? What is it?"
"I'd like to take my time with it. Could we talk over a cup of tea?"
I nodded toward the table in the living room.
"What do I do, though. It's time I made dinner for Seongdae's dad....."
Again. Again.
I never would have guessed that bald old man would get in the way of my life this much.
"Ah... it's something important, though..."
The word important made her pause, thinking it through.
"Then... why don't you come over to our place and we can talk over dinner?"
"Sorry?"
I had never once set foot inside Seongdae's house. I'd glanced past the front door, that was all. We weren't close enough for there to be any reason to go in.
Her house.
A place soaked in her hands, her scent. I could already see the bed in her room — the kind of bed that looked like it was hiding something private.
All right. Let's get a little closer. That's how you get to know someone.
"If you're all right with it, ma'am, I'd be happy to."
I asked it as gently as I knew how.
"Then... can you come by in thirty minutes? I'll get cleaned up too."
In my head she was already there — a white bathrobe falling open, those full, firm breasts spilling into view. Her nipples, still wet from the shower, a color so ripe I could almost taste them against my tongue.