The Taste of Touch
"No—don't... I'm dirty right now..."
"It's fine."
"Hnn—!"
The moment my fingers reached the edge of that little scrap of silk, they slipped gently down through the valley at its center. Hyunji jolted as if she'd been shocked, her body bowing, and she clapped a hand over her mouth in a hurry. She was so slender that the gap between her thighs was wide enough for a few of my fingers to come and go without any trouble at all.
"This wet already, and you still say that."
"Mmph! O-oppa, mm—!"
I watched her looking up at me with her mouth covered and moved my fingers slowly. Maybe it was the long kiss we'd shared, but every time I traced that silk I could feel the dampness rising under it. More than the sensation itself, though, the look on Hyunji's face was leaving a deep impression on me.
"Mmph! Nn! Hah—! Mmph! Hnn—!"
Every time I followed the valley up and down, her face answered at once, and it fed something a little cruel in me. Her knees were still closed, so I hadn't really found the right spot yet—but that was exactly why I got to savor an expression like this.
"Will you open them for me?"
"Haa... nnh... I-I can't. I won't be able to hold it..."
"You can. I'll help."
"Oppa... haa, but... if I make a sound... you'll..."
Even now she was worrying about me. I pressed my mouth quietly to hers.
"Mm..."
"It's only because you're so pretty. Will you make it easier for me to touch you?"
"...Haa... you're awful..."
Hyunji, who had been watching me through hazy eyes, squeezed them shut. The pressure of her thighs around my hand eased. I looked down and saw her pale knees slowly parting to either side.
"Good girl."
"P-please, go slow... hii—!"
"I know."
From kissing her and roaming the whole of her body, I'd already learned she was a little less sensitive than Rahee or Mirae. But watching her thrash like a live fish every time I brushed the valley below, I figured that part of her was extremely sensitive. By then her panties were drawn taut, and I moved my hand around them as if I were giving her a gentle massage.
"Hnn... mmph... haa..."
The tempo was slow, but even that was enough. Eyes closed, Hyunji had no attention left for anything but my touch. Stroking her there—warm, and wet—left my own throat dry. And then it happened. A huge swell of music burst from the stage speakers. The lights went out, and brilliant colors washed over the audience, the ceiling, the stage. The instant Hyunji heard it, her eyes flew open and she grabbed my forearm in a rush.
"W-when this ends it's inter—intermission. Please, oppa. S-stop."
"Yeah? How long's the song?"
"A little over th-three minutes... ahh—?!"
"That's plenty."
"Oppa, oppa! Ahn—! Hn! Mmph! Hnn—!"
The moment I heard the number three, I didn't hesitate. I pulled aside her panties, already soaked through. I already knew where to go. The instant I eased my middle finger in, Hyunji cried out as if she'd been speared, her waist bowing like a drawn bow. She flailed as if she had no idea where to put her hands, then barely managed to choose clamping them over her own mouth. The music would drown her out anyway. What caught me instead was the extraordinary tightness around my finger, and I swallowed against a dry throat.
...This is no joke.
The moment my middle finger entered, something at the entrance wrapped around it as if there were another pair of lips there. It had to be her hymen. The feel of it—plush, almost chewy—was one thing, but then the inside of her squeezed down with tremendous force, hot as lava. On top of that, the distinct folds of her walls tickled my finger as if they were lined with down, exciting me until my heart was pounding. Afraid I might hurt her, I stroked her inside with care, but her reaction was violent.
"Mmph! Ahn—! O-oppa! Oppa! Hnn—!"
One hand over her mouth, she clutched the sleeve of my coat with the other and pulled. But if I'd meant to stop here, I never would have started. I turned my hand and quietly rubbed along the upper wall inside her. Careful, searching, my fingertip found a place with a slightly different texture—small bumps gathered in a circle. Thankfully, it was there. The instant I touched it, her waist snapped upward and dropped back down.
"Kyahn—! Hnnn—! Mmph?! Ahn—! Hnn—!"
Her gaze was fixed on her own lower belly. She looked at me, and at herself below, as if she couldn't believe it. And the moment my finger rolled over that pebbled spot, her eyes flicked up and came back.
"Hnnn—?! Ahn—! Mmph!"
I rolled it gently, pressed, and with as little force as I could manage simply enjoyed the feel of it. But before long her whole body began to lock up all at once. I wasn't sure it would work.
"Oppa—! Oppa, oppa, hnn—! Mmph! Nn—! Hn! Hnnnn—!"
The moment she reached her peak, I drew my finger out in one motion—carefully, so I wouldn't tear that precious membrane. And in that instant, from between her thighs, droplets sprayed into the air as if from a mister.
"Hnn, haa, haaa..."
Only after a thin stream spilled onto the floor a second time, and a third, did her waist drop onto the seat with a soft thud. I swallowed at what I could see past the black panties tugged aside at her crotch: pale legs fallen open, a rumpled skirt, and the white mound beneath. Two or three buttons of her blouse had come undone, the fabric gaping and disheveled, but what lay under it was worse. Her bra had slipped out of place, and just above it her nipples stood stiff, gently pushing the blouse outward—bewitching. On top of that, Hyunji staring blankly at the ceiling looked like a sheet of blank white paper I'd scribbled on without permission: a little guilt, a little pleasure, and a satisfaction welling up underneath. I watched her still covering her mouth, riding out the afterglow of her orgasm. Then I quietly took out my phone and captured the sight. Her face, of course, wouldn't show. She was covering it with her hand anyway. I aimed the camera at her and asked.
"Can I take it?"
"...Haa, yes... nnh..."
And at that moment the stage lights blazed on, as if they meant to help me take the picture. She'd made my chest tremble even in the dark, but Hyunji under that bright light was pitiful in a way that made my mouth water. Music was still playing, though it wasn't the lively tempo from before.
"Come on. Time to pull yourself together."
She was practically lying back in the seat, so no one was likely to have seen. Even so, it seemed best to call the play finished here.
"Y-yes... haa... haa..."
"Was it that good?"
At my teasing, her dazed eyes finally found me. She looked as if she couldn't believe it, and unlike my joking tone, she gave a small nod.
"Haa... I've never... never felt anything like this... It's so different..."
"I'll take that as 'it was good.'"
"...It was incredibly good. I thought I was going to lose my mind... So this is why people go on about men. Men..."
"Do you do it alone a lot?"
She flinched, flustered, but it was already too late. I knew perfectly well how sensitive she was down there. A difference in bodily sensitivity this clear might as well mean that part of her had already been developed. Besides, I'd heard down in the waiting room earlier that she'd been given a vibrator.
"...It's not that I don't."
"Next time, show me you doing it yourself."
"...Th-that's embarrassing."
"That's why I'm asking."
"...You're awful."
"Here."
"Ah, I-I'll do it."
"Stay still."
Watching her still struggling to sit up, I set her panties back in place and closed her thighs. Only then did she seem to realize she'd had them spread wide. She slipped free of my hands, and her knees snapped shut at once. I let out a short laugh. She avoided my eyes, and I quietly drew her skirt back down.
"Want me to do the blouse too?"
"N-no. Really, I'll do it. Th-thank you."
"All right."
Then I slid my hands under her arms and hauled her upright in one go. She startled a little, then answered.
"...Thank you."
She turned in a hurry and began straightening her bra and blouse. Seeing her take out a hair tie and gather her hair—she'd noticed it was a mess—those stray strands made me want to touch her all over again. I watched that back and spoke.
"Shall we stop here?"
"...Yes. I'm scared. I can't."
"Of what?"
At that she swallowed and pulled a few tissues from her handbag, holding them out to me. Right—my right hand was still wet. While I wiped it, Hyunji dabbed at whatever moisture she could see around us.
"...If you do that again, I really might not be able to hold the sound in."
Apparently the fact that something was going to happen between us was already settled. Cute, that she didn't even say no. It felt good.
"So what. If we get caught, I'm the one who'll get cursed at."
"I don't want that. I don't want people looking at you that way."
"Hoh. And you a woman, at that."
"...Seriously. Oppa, how much experience do you even have?"
"Want to know?"
"...No. I'll pretend I didn't ask."
"All right."
"I-I'm sorry. I heard you're not supposed to ask things like that."
"No. I can tell you. I really haven't been with that many people."
"...What?"
I quietly counted. It hadn't even been that many years, and yet somehow it felt like something from a long time ago.
"Once in college. One after I graduated. Four times in all, I think. You're the fifth."
The hesitation was because Rahee was obviously included, but I'd wondered whether to count Mirae. Well—there hadn't been penetration, but the petting had been nearly sex, so I just included her.
"...Really?"
"Why? Too many?"
"N-no. Too few..."
"Is it? I just thought it was ordinary."
With that I stood. There still seemed to be some time before intermission ended; the seats weren't very full yet. Hyunji softly caught the hand I'd been using to look down over the audience.
"...Hehe. Let's go, oppa."
"What's this? Why are you in such a good mood all of a sudden?"
"I don't know."
"And where are we going?"
"Out, first."
The hand holding mine was still weak, but I let it lead me out of the theater. The cold cut in at once. I moved to close my coat, but Hyunji's hands were faster—she caught the lapels and shut it for me.
"Cold?"
"You'll be colder. It's winter. Isn't that blouse too thin?"
"I wore it because I wanted to look good."
"You did look pretty."
"...Do you like this kind of look?"
"Yeah. More precisely, I like things that look good to take off."
"...Honestly."
Hyunji shot me a brief glare, brushed my coat once, and whispered.
"Next time we go shopping... pick things that suit your taste."
"Sounds good. I need to buy some clothes too. You can pick those."
"Really? That'll be fun."
"You must like shopping."
"Of course."
"Mind if I pick underwear for you too?"
"...Yes. Then I'll pick yours."
"Oh? What, you have a fetish?"
"I-I do not. If anything, it seems like you do."
"Yeah. I do."
"...What. Don't you get embarrassed at all?"
"I would, I guess. Even I can't walk down the street naked."
"Nobody could, you know?"
"You think so? You never know."
"...Don't tell me—no, right?"
At the sight of Hyunji suddenly covering her chest with both arms, a laugh slipped out of me.
"You think I'm that much of a pervert?"
"...Right?"
"Correct."
And when I started walking, Hyunji scurried up, caught my hand, and spoke in a rush.
"...Correct about what? Don't tell me. I won't. I absolutely can't."
"I didn't say anything."
"Th-then can I hit you once?"
"No. Hit me and the deal's off. I told you."
"Ah, you're so annoying."
Before I knew it, without either of us deciding who went first, our fingers were laced and our hands were clasped together.