#24 Same Bed, Different Dreams (2)
1. Pleasure was like poison. In the swimming pool shower room, she received caresses from a friend she adored. The immoral thrill of doing what she absolutely shouldn't made her head swim like she'd been drugged with anesthetic.
Nayae's tongue worked devotedly at rimming her, gripping Seohyun's hips firmly. As if performing some once-in-a-lifetime ceremony, she used not just the tip but her entire tongue to meticulously stimulate every inch of Seohyun's sensitive flesh.
"Hah... haat... Nayae..."
The real Nayae was lavishing her with such tender attention. Things she'd only imagined or dreamed about were now coming true. She could feel her secret desires—ones she could never confess to anyone—being fulfilled.
"Why do you keep pulling away?"
Nayae's laughter echoed from between her trembling thighs. She yanked Seohyun's hips back firmly, preventing her ass from dipping forward again. Seohyun braced herself against the shower wall, barely staying upright, her voice blooming with a sweet, euphoric fragrance.
"That hole's so dirty..."
"If it feels good for you, Seohyun, dirty doesn't matter. And honestly, it's not dirty at all! Yours is super clean—looks just like pretty lips."
There was no way praise for that spot could feel good, but Nayae responded with utter nonsense. A chilling shiver had been running through Seohyun since earlier, making it hard to stand straight. The anal pleasure she'd known before had always focused on penetration, but this caress was entirely different. It didn't satisfy her sexual hunger, yet it relentlessly stoked the flames of lust itself. An endless cycle of unquenchable desire was setting her body ablaze.
"Hee... heek... hiiik... ❤"
"Chuuup... chuuuurup..."
Suddenly, a soft, pliant tongue pushed into her rear entrance. Nayae pressed her face so close her nose buried between Seohyun's cheeks, her lips parting to thrust her tongue deep inside, prying open the tight ring. It wasn't long enough to go far—maybe half a knuckle's length—but the sensation of it swirling in her hypersensitive hole was overwhelming. Seohyun hadn't expected this; her heels lifted involuntarily. Nayae's hands gently stroked her taut, tense calves, brushing her knees and sending jolts of electricity through her with every pass. Good girl, good girl, they seemed to caress.
"Na... Nayae, wait a sec..."
The hands gripping her hips now rummaged freely through her swollen, slick folds. Like slipping fingers into a baseball glove, Nayae hooked her thumb into a ring and penetrated Seohyun's pussy. Her other fingers fluttered over the labia and hardened clit. To be honest, from the moment Nayae had kissed her back and kneaded her breasts, Seohyun's insides had been growing wet. After that devoted rimming, her slit churned like a reservoir in monsoon season, offering no resistance as Nayae's thumb invaded.
When stimulation from the front made her want to pull her ass back, Nayae's face blocked the way. When the rear pleasure made her lean forward, the wriggling fingers inside her pussy made her hips buck involuntarily. It was more ecstatic and joyful than any caress she'd ever known. Embarrassing and humiliating, yes—but those feelings didn't even register amid the bliss of this moment.
"Ahng.... haaaang... ❤"
Nayae's fingers scraped slowly over her G-spot and budding clit, teasing like they were stoking a fire. There was no haste in the motion, no forceful demand for pleasure. She handled Seohyun with the gentle care reserved for a beloved lover, soothing her tenderly. To Seohyun, who'd only ever endured Yuchan's brutal torments, it was like the finest elixir.
She admitted Yuchan's dark pleasures were dangerously good—but they were sharp, slicing away at her self-esteem, heightening her fear, driving her relentlessly with ominous force. Nayae's were utterly different. It felt like collapsing into a soft bed after overtime, wrapped in warmth that would indulge any whim. The motions advanced at a turtle's pace, but steadily, guiding her inexorably to climax. The electric heat racing up her spine erupted in a single burst.
"Na... Nayae, I'm... gonna cum... ❤"
Her voice trembled as she spoke, and Nayae redoubled her tongue's efforts. Arching her back like a bow, Seohyun reached eagerly for release.
"Hee... hnnngh... ❤"
She stifled a scream-like moan, her legs quaking violently. Her hips jerked sporadically, her pussy clenching rhythmically without her control.
"Haa... haaaang..."
Gazing into space, lost in afterglow, Seohyun felt Nayae slip her hand free. Sticky fluids poured out, untouched by the shower spray, dripping down Nayae's forearm. She hadn't known pleasuring another woman could be this arousing. Seohyun's beautiful nude body twisting helplessly, her labia writhing like they were sucking fingers and squeezing out juice—it was insanely hot. Nayae had been suppressing her own urge to masturbate for a while now. She licked her fingers regretfully and supported Seohyun, who looked ready to collapse. Just wrapping an arm around her waist made Seohyun's abs twitch palpably.
"How was it? Felt good?"
"..."
"Ugh... my jaw's sore. Did I stick my tongue out too long?"
As the mind-melting haze faded, Nayae rubbed her cheek shyly against Seohyun's breast. Despite the intensely erotic caresses moments ago, her face had reverted to pure innocence. Seohyun stroked her hair gently without thinking, speechless. If not for Yuchan between them, she could have savored this moment guilt-free. Then again, without him, she and Nayae might never have grown close. Maybe the satisfying orgasm had softened her heart. Everything else felt resentful, but for that, she could offer a sliver of gratitude.
"You don't have to force yourself because of me."
"It wasn't forced. I felt sorry... and I wanted to."
It probably didn't mean the same as what Seohyun intended, but Nayae's "I wanted to" resonated deeply in her chest. Logically, caressing a friend out of mere guilt was odd—but from Nayae's perspective, sexually toyed with by Yuchan, it could pass as the ultimate gesture of goodwill.
"...Let's finish washing up."
"Yeah!"
She'd expected awkwardness, but strangely, there was none. They lathered each other thoroughly with body wash, scrubbing every curve of their naked bodies. Nayae's playful tickling made the earlier heat vanish like a dream. They toweled off roughly and headed to the locker room to change into swimsuits.
2. "What is this?"
The swimsuit Nayae had prepared. Seohyun had assumed it would be something practical for an indoor pool. But what Nayae pulled out was a black monokini, the kind you'd see at a luxury hotel rooftop pool. A hybrid of one-piece and bikini, the top connected to the bottom via a strip of fabric over the navel, like a single garment. With a deep neckline exposing her chest, and sides and back fully bare, the exposure was no less than a bikini. If anything, the narrow band across her stomach emphasized her open flanks, making it feel even more revealing. She'd worn bikinis for shoots before, but studio versus outdoors was worlds apart. Seohyun usually favored modest rash guards even at beaches.
Was this okay for a neighborhood pool? She'd look like some drama heroine wannabe. Seohyun shot Nayae a pleading pout, hoping she'd say it was a joke.
But Nayae was beaming, already in her own bikini.
"Wow~ Seohyun, my eye for fashion's spot on. It suits you perfectly. How do I look? I bought one while getting yours."
"Mm... pretty."
"Phew, first time buying one—glad it worked out."
Seohyun's brief hesitation stemmed from Nayae's outfit. In contrast to her own, Nayae wore a pure white bikini—a standard halter-neck style common at beaches. The issue was Nayae's enormous breasts. She always wore baggy clothes, so it wasn't obvious, but stripped down, the volume was staggering. Girls her size usually opted for full-cup bikinis, high-necks, or mesh knits for coverage. But this half-cup halter barely covered half her chest, brazenly accentuating her ample bust. Wearing mesh at an indoor pool would scream vain diva—yet Nayae didn't seem prepared for that. Still, seeing her so excited and bouncy, Seohyun couldn't bring herself to dampen the mood.
"The chest part's a bit tight..."
"Let me see."
Seohyun approached, checking the knot at Nayae's neck. It was tied like discarded scrap paper—completely botched.
"That's why. Look."
"Huh? What'd I do wrong?"
Perplexed, Nayae let her undo it. Seohyun retied it looser yet secure, in a proper ribbon. She'd been wearing bikinis since 17; this was clearly Nayae's first. Even as Seohyun deliberated her own, Nayae had grabbed hers without hesitation—yet lagged behind for this reason.
"Feels a bit exposed... but shall we?"
"Why a bikini, though?"
"'Cause I'm an adult now. Wanted to try it at least once."
Seohyun walked side-by-side with Nayae into the pool area. The heating was on, but the water made it chilly. For safety, the deep 25m diving pool was drained; only the seven 50m lanes brimmed invitingly. As empty lockers suggested, just five guys occupied the space.
True to her fears, eyes locked on them the moment they appeared—not just because women had arrived. Seohyun's refined aura and Nayae's innocent face atop a sinful body in those stunning bikinis had them mesmerized.
Suddenly self-conscious, Nayae clung to her side. Three guys around Seohyun's age, mid-swim, lounged casually on the diving blocks.
"Hey, check out those hotties over there."
"Whoa! They're insanely pretty! Top-tier—no, absolute top in the neighborhood?"
"Grrrh! Damn, you've been swimming with babes like that every day?! Traitor!"
"First time for me too. Newbies, probably?"
They thought their whispers were private, but in the vast hall, even murmurs carried. Hearing their creepy banter, Seohyun shrank inwardly. This was why she hated bikinis.
Then Nayae's grip on her wrist tightened reassuringly. Glancing over, Nayae flashed a plucky smile, like she was looking out for her.
"Ignore 'em. Let's swim. I'll show you warm-ups first."
After thorough stretching, Seohyun watched Nayae slice through the pool like a sweetfish. She'd swum since childhood, and her skill was no joke. Even to a novice like Seohyun, her speed was blistering. Onlookers shifted from ogling to admiring her form.
Pathetically unable to swim herself, Seohyun perched at the pool's edge, kicking her feet and enjoying the show.
"Puhuhuhu!"
Nayae surfaced like a seal, spraying water, and poked her face between Seohyun's legs.
"Why just sit there?"
"Can't swim. Deeper than I thought."
"Come on in. I'll teach you slow."
"Nah, watching's fun enough."
Reluctantly pulled in, Seohyun received Nayae's gentle coaching. Freestyle was hopeless, but she managed to float. Amid the splashes, gazing at Nayae's dazzling face, Seohyun quietly prayed this time would never end.