2. Blind Ju Cheong-ah
"Hng...."
As our lips were about to meet, Ju Cheong-ah squeezed her eyes shut and pursed her lips tight. I knew she was nervous about her first kiss, but damn, that expression was just too funny.
"Nervous?"
"...A little."
"Don't tense up too much. Just relax."
I swallowed my laugh—she'd get pissed if I let it show—and pressed my lips to her firmly sealed ones. They felt more like the hard philtrum above and the tense chin below than anything soft. I slipped my hand gently under her head and stroked her hair. That seemed to ease her tension; the pressure on her lips relaxed.
Mm. Finally, the soft give of her lips. Still pursed, but smooth and moist, not rough at all. It felt good. Sure, this wasn't my first kiss, but it was hers. And somehow, that thrilled me.
I pulled back after a light touch. Cheong-ah's face looked strangely dazed after that brief kiss.
"Mm...."
"What's up, Cheong-ah?"
"Well.... I heard your first kiss makes bells ring in your head and gongs clang, but... nothing like that happened."
Hmm. Was a first kiss supposed to feel like that? Come to think of it, I'd been a total loner back home, so I'd never properly kissed someone I loved. This was my first real lovers' kiss too. Bells and gongs? Not even close.
"No idea. I've got nothing to compare it to."
"Um... then, could you do it one more time? Maybe the gong will ring this time."
"As many as you want."
I nodded and leaned in again. This time, longer. No quick peck—I slid my tongue out and tapped her lips.
"H-huh...?"
Her eyes fluttered half-open in surprise at my tongue's sudden nudge. Then her lips parted slightly to match it.
Lick.Slip.
Once my tongue entered, I felt her clenched teeth. No rush—I licked along them and her gums, waiting.
"Mmng...."
Her teeth parted bit by bit, letting my tongue slide deeper. I probed until I found hers, then entwined them right after the first kiss. Her tongue stiffened at the sudden deep kiss.
I wrapped mine around it. "Hngm.... Hoom...."
Slurp... smack. Chu.
Our tongues tangled, saliva mixing. A faint sweetness mingled with the booze scent—not unpleasant. The kiss dragged on. Cheong-ah's breaths grew ragged, her face flushing.
Then her hand thumped my chest. I pulled back. Our connected tongues trailed a thin string of spit that snapped.
"Haaah.... Haak. Hak."
She panted heavily. I tilted my head. "What's wrong, Cheong-ah?"
"C-couldn't breathe. Why'd you kiss so long?"
Couldn't breathe? What...?
"You didn't breathe through your nose?"
"O-of course not.... You were covering my mouth... how could I?"
"...Do you have a stuffy nose or something?"
"No? My nose is fine.... Ah!"
Realization hit her like a brick. Her face burned red as she slapped both hands over it.
"Uuuu...."
"What, embarrassed again?"
"D-don't look. Pervert."
She peeked through her fingers, glaring. Her cute, kinda dumb antics made me chuckle. I gently grasped her hands and pulled them away.
"Sorry. Should've told you sooner."
"Hmph, just don't forget. Now keep going. It felt good this time...."
I dove back in without pause. Mm—smack. Lips locked again. Her arms looped my neck; I cradled her head and back softly.
This time, no breath issues. We kissed on, naturally breaking to trail my lips downward. Her pale nape, soft skin blending with faint dark peach fuzz. I licked slow, kissed, descended.
"Haa.... Hot...."
Full breasts flowing from her collarbone. I lapped her large areolae, then sucked a nipple in.
"Hngt.... Why always the breasts.... You like 'em that much?"
"Yeah. Breasts are the best."
"...Jeez, you're such a baby. It's just a lump of flesh by size...."
Lump of flesh? A woman's tits were a man's dream—the bigger, the better.
Slurp... smack.
Her nipple, half a pinky joint thick, hardened under my tongue. I rolled it relentlessly, hand sliding to her smooth belly.
"Eek.... Hak. Teeth, hng. Aaang...."
"You like a little nibble, huh, Cheong-ah?"
"N-nooo...."
"Liar."
"Aaang.... Hn. Hak...."
Her abs etched in an 11 shape. I caressed gently, drifting lower.
"W-wait."
My hand hit the cute lower belly pudge over her womb. She grabbed it.
"Don't touch there. It's embarrassing."
Man, so many shy spots. I nipped her nipple in reply, skirting her block to slide lower.
"Ngh...."
Silk panties, butterfly bows tied at her hips. I untied, peeled them down slow. Her pussy emerged—the one I'd teased mercilessly with my toes.
Straight, soft pubic hair at my fingertips. Neatly trimmed just on top, like it was groomed.
"...Cheong-ah. You groom your pubes?"
"Pubes? Down there...? No, do people even groom that?"
"So it's natural?"
"Yeah...."
Natural perfection? Interesting. Pubes, huh.
"But Cheong-ah."
"Yeah?"
"Kids say 'pubes.' Grown-ups like you say pussy. Cock, not pee-pee."
"P-pussy...?"
"Yep. Pussy."
"Ugh, sounds so dirty."
I brushed her neat bush aside, caressing the sealed labia beneath. A place untouched by any hand before.
"Nng...."
Faint wetness already. Damp despite just touching. Index and middle spread her plump outer lips gently.
"Ever touched it yourself?"
"Haa.... Yeah.... Hng.... No. Never. Once maybe."
"For real? Not even peeing or washing?"
"W-why ask embarrassing stuff, you perv?!"
"So you have?"
"O-obviously, duh."
She grumbled but answered everything.
"I'll make this feel good too."
"Y-yeah...?"
Prod. Middle finger to her parted pussy, stroking the slick inner walls slow.
"Hik...."
Her clit swelled under my touch. I tapped the hood; it peeled back, a cute pearl emerging.
"Hngt...! Ang.... Ian, hng.... There, haaht."
"Like this?"
"Feels weird.... Hng.... Aaang. Stop, please. Hn. It feels.... Ahng."
She grabbed my hand weakly—more invitation than resistance, stoking my sadism.
"Ang.... Aaang.... Ian, Iaaan.... Stop, pleeease.... Hngt."
"You love it."
"Nooo, no.... Hak. Hate it, scary. Please.... Head feels, hng.... weird."
"First time jitters. It'll pass."
"Hng, ang, aaaang...!"
Her pussy soaked fast. Love juices dripped from her entrance, wetting the sheets.
Her hips bucked up, convulsing.
"Ha, haaaak...! Ian, Ian...! Feels so weird...!!"
"That's cumming, Cheong-ah. Say it: I'm cumming."
"C-cumming?! Where?!"
"Uh... to heaven?"
"A, aaaang...!! Hng, aaang...! C-cumming...! Hiiiiiik...!!"
Squirt—splurt!
Her pussy squirted hot jets. She shuddered through multiples, then panted at the ceiling with glazed eyes.
"Ahak.... Hak. Haak...."
Prep done. I'd drawn it out for her first time—foreplay eased the pain, or so they said.
I rose, spread her legs wide, slotted between. She murmured my name blankly.
"I-Ian...? What're you—"
"That was just warm-up."
"Ah...."
My raging cock, oozing pre from the slit, nudged her loosened entrance.
"Here it goes, Cheong-ah."
"...Yeah."
I thrust my heated shaft into her slick, welcoming pussy.