Real First Time (1)
Oppa opened the bathroom door. White tiles blended seamlessly with black towels in a modern vibe. It was as impeccably tidy as the cafe. And bigger than she'd expected.
"Take off your clothes and put them up here."
Oppa stripped off his top first and set it on the small shelf nearby. Below it sat a laundry bin for clothes, and under that, a separate one for towels.
"Oh..."
She couldn't help but gasp at the sight of him undressing. He paused for a second before dropping his pants. When he pulled down his underwear too, his cock sprang free, already slightly swollen.
Seeing it swing between his legs like that... it feels so different.
She remembered the time in reality when she'd sucked Oppa's dick. In her room, she'd savored it like melting candy, taking her sweet time. She'd sandwiched it between her breasts, licking the head with devoted care. And as a reward, she'd had an incredibly intense dream.
Sis yelling from outside the door... and we just kept going at it like animals, not giving a damn...
Finally, they'd made it this far. No matter how nightmarish it got, it wouldn't stop them from fucking now, right?
"It's not even fully hard yet, and it's already this big."
Her hand naturally drifted toward his cock. It felt heavy in her palm. Standing beside him, she gripped the base and tried to lift it, but the head drooped downward.
"Quit messing around and strip too."
"Mm... Oppa, will you undress me?"
"..."
She let go of his cock and raised her arms. Oppa sighed like he had no choice, slowly peeling her top up. She kept her eyes locked on his face until the fabric blocked her view.
Oppa's excited too. It's not just me.
His half-erect cock, the way he tried to keep a serious face but couldn't hide the anticipation—he was looking forward to this deep down. Hell, he'd closed up shop on a weekday to fuck a girl who adored him; it'd be weirder if he wasn't turned on.
"What about the bottoms?"
"You do those yourself."
"Why?"
"..."
Oppa said nothing, just stepped back and watched her. His gaze was blatantly fixed on her breasts. She'd already ditched her bra back when cleaning up the coffee, so her tits were fully bare.
"Now that it's time to actually do it, I feel kinda shy..."
Saying that, she slowly tugged down her pants and panties together. She didn't rush. She bent forward deliberately, letting her breasts hang and sway as she stepped out one leg at a time.
Whoa... I'm soaked.
It had started when she'd hugged Oppa that morning. By the time they rode in his car here, her pussy was drenched beyond control.
"Panties go in this bin too, right?"
Without waiting for an answer, she tossed them into the upper laundry bin.
This feels like something long-time lovers or even a married couple would do. My heart's racing. Like we're leaving traces of each other.
Someone could argue the laundry cycle would wash everything away without a trace, but she didn't want to think that way. She preferred to imagine her scent soaking right into Oppa's clothes as they tumbled together.
"Let's go in now."
She took Oppa's hand and led him deeper into the bathroom. She wanted to grab somewhere else, but she held back this time.
...
Shwaaa—!
Water cascaded from the showerhead. Most bathtubs had the shower mounted overhead, but here it was separate—a standalone shower area, plus a tub for soaking.
I dreamed about this setup so many times. Finally happening.
She'd fantasized about it in dreams over and over: showering with Oppa, washing each other, then seamlessly flowing into sex.
If he fucks me here, my voice is gonna echo like crazy...
She started debating. Skip the bed and just beg him to fuck her while they washed? Or go romantic with her first time in bed?
Bathroom this time, and for real reality, his bed. Sundays probably won't let us shower together anyway. There's still some distance between us in the real world. And that distance makes my heart pound.
"It's fine, come on in."
She took Oppa's hand and stepped carefully under the spray. Warm water streamed over her shoulders. She'd been tense without realizing it; her muscles loosened, tension melting away.
"..."
Oppa naturally positioned himself behind her, wrapping her in his arms. Warm water poured over their bodies.
Ah, this fullness... it's insane. Feels too good.
Just pressing skin to skin made her this happy? Surprisingly, no lewd groping. Oppa just held her, lost in thought maybe. No squeezing her tits, no pinching nipples, no dirty talk.
Ah... ♥ But down there's honest, at least.
The cock she'd been eyeing dipped between her thighs, nudging in. It wedged slowly between her thighs, steadily thickening.
She joined the mood. Instead of stroking it, she parted her legs, giving it space—inviting it between her thighs and pussy.
I want it inside so bad...
To convey that, she clenched her thighs tight. Thankfully, Oppa's cock responded happily, swelling even more.
"Oppa, wanna wash each other?"
"..."
How much time passed? Soaked in more ways than one, she turned the showerhead toward the wall. She spread body wash generously across Oppa's open palm—it was right there within reach.
"You soap me up first."
Without waiting, she slapped her slick hand right onto her breasts.
"Ah... ♥"
Luckily, Oppa didn't refuse. He started soaping her tits with agonizing slowness, his hand gliding oh-so-softly over her skin. The sensation was different from usual.
His touch is so careful. Nothing like normal...
Like handling fragile glass—gentle, delicate.
This Oppa really believes this is reality.
He'd said it at the cafe too. This wasn't a dream; it was real. Staring at her with dead-serious eyes.
Like an NPC in a game.
Tell a game character this world's fake—real reality's elsewhere! and it'd do nothing. To the NPC, their virtual world is reality. Oppa must be coded the same. She'd mulled it over after his cafe words, but her conclusion stood: this couldn't be a dream. It made no sense.
I'll wake up after he creampies me. Just like always.
But what if? What if, against all odds, she didn't wake—and everything continued seamlessly? What if even after creampies, multiple wake-ups, she never returned to that car-crash reality?
No. Pointless what-ifs. Worrying over impossible crap is the dumbest thing ever.
Then Oppa's hand slid to her back. Somehow, he'd already finished her shoulders, breasts, and belly.
"Eut... ♥ Wait... don't pull out completely."
She clenched her thighs hard, trapping his cock. As Oppa shifted back, the head dragged teasingly under her pussy. Any further, and it'd slip free. So she'd begged him to soap her with just the tip hooked there.
"I... I'm fine like this... You can just slide it all the way in."
"..."
"If you wanna put it in, don't hold back... it's okay."
"But it's your first time..."
"Exactly because it's the first."
She cut him off with a sway of her hips.
"In the bathroom... even if there's blood, we can just wash it away."
Her words barely landed before Oppa's cock twitched wildly against her. His hand, stroking her back, froze.
"Because it's you, Oppa. I'm good with anything... ♥"
"..."
How much time passed? Oppa finally spoke, cautious.
"Fine, but at least face me then."
He stepped back further. The head scraped her inner thighs with a pop and slipped out. She turned slowly. What expression was on her face right now?
Definitely a woman's face.
She backed up until her ass hit the bathroom wall. Water from the shower streamed down it, so it wasn't as cold as expected. Legs spread, she reached for Oppa's cock. It was rock-hard now, incomparably firmer than before. Oppa approached wordlessly. Their most intimate parts drew closer—inch by inch, but undeniably.