The Slippery Touch
The glans pressed against her slippery pussy.
"Hah, haaah…."
"Hey… stop already… I, I can't take it…."
The breaths we exhaled soon filled the room. The heat felt like it might scorch us if we weren't careful.
"……You hate me doing this?"
"N-no… It's not about liking or hating it right now… Saying stuff like that at a time like this, hng! I-I mean, come on…."
Fingers flicked against her nipple.
"I-I told you to stop…."
She wrapped her palm around my fully erect cock. Her fingers moved slowly while she gently massaged Park Eun-yeong's breasts.
"…I'll give you a massage."
"W-what kind of massage is this!!"
Park Eun-yeong let out a sharp yelp and yanked the blanket over her face. Her actions didn't match her words, though. Her thighs twisted together under the massage, the sound of denim rubbing against denim filling the room.
"…Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Bullshit… hngh, i-it tickles… That's why…"
Park Eun-yeong's body had grown hot, like a hand warmer. With nowhere to run, she lay still and let me continue the massage.
"…I heard these get painful to walk with when they get big…."
Her breasts overflowed my hands. I voiced my curiosity about them, the way they swayed with every step even while she wore a bra.
"…So what?"
"No, do they actually hurt? I'm just curious."
"Please stop asking such perverted questions… It's seriously annoying…."
"Come on, I'm not a girl. Of course I'd be curious. All this curiosity piles up into data, you know?"
"…Ah, fuck… What kind of answer do you even want…."
No words, no expressions, no methods I possessed could ever describe the sensation of her breasts. Nothing else on a man's body was this soft, this yielding.
"…I just wondered if they're uncomfortable when they're this big."
"Yeah. They're fucking uncomfortable."
"A-angh—! You crazy bastard!!"
Our conversation cut off instantly at her curt reply. On impulse, I grabbed her nipple and twisted it sideways.
"You call this a massage?! You don't even know how much this hurts, do you?!"
Park Eun-yeong started thrashing. My arms, however, stayed locked tight around her with no sign of loosening. Eventually she hooked her legs backward, clinging to me.
"You asshole!! You're seriously dead meat!!"
Maybe it was embarrassment more than pain that fueled her anger. She seemed to be lashing out at me for no real reason.
"You—let go the second this ends!!"
Park Eun-yeong's furious voice rang out. I was too reluctant to release her breasts, so I tightened my hold instead.
"Hngh!! Haaah!!"
She struggled to flip over, cursing under her breath.
"Ah…."
How long had it been since we'd done this? Childhood memories flashed through my mind, hazy scenes from back then resurfacing.
"Hey… Park Eun-yeong. Remember this?"
"Remember what—!!"
It had been the same back then. Whenever I tormented her like this, she'd struggle with everything she had to break free.
"Want to wrestle for old times' sake?"
"…Cut the crap and let go. Ah, shit! Stop groping me!!"
The soft, yielding sensation in my hands was impossible to give up. Especially the stiff nipple tickling my palm. Just knowing it was erect made my lower body throb.
"Come on, let's wrestle. I'll pin you down, and you try to escape."
"…If you were gonna do this anyway, why the hell did you even ask!!"
I ignored her and rolled halfway onto my side. Park Eun-yeong ended up face-down beneath me.
"Hey! A-are you not getting off!?"
Still full of energy, she thrashed under my weight. The movement made my cock rub between her ass cheeks, even through our jeans.
"…If you get out, you win. If you give up first, I win. Got it?"
"Haa… Get off while I'm still asking nicely… You're so damn heavy right now…."
We used to play this all the time as kids. I remembered doing it at least once or twice a day. The last time had been in the upper grades of elementary school.
"There. Comfortable now?"
"Not even close!!"
She pushed up on her hands and feet like she was doing a plank, lifting her body slightly off the mattress. My hands stayed busy massaging her breasts from underneath.
"G-get your hips off me—!!"
She couldn't possibly miss it. My cock had been rock-hard for a while, straining against my pants.
"…It's still over the clothes. I'm not trying to put it in or anything… You're overreacting…."
"……Overreacting? You're calling me overreactive right now?!"
"Yeah. We've done way more than this already. Let's not make a big deal out of it, okay?"
"…Then take your hands off my chest first!"
Her pounding heart clearly conveyed her feelings. Her squirming ass kept stimulating my cock.
"Why are you so mad? Want me to let you touch my cock?"
"Ah, seriously! Stop saying crazy shit!!"
Still fuming, Park Eun-yeong thrashed again. At least she was taking the bet seriously, just like I'd suggested.
"Nngh! Hng, hngh!!"
She lifted herself with her hands on the floor, but the soft mattress made it difficult. After a few more failed attempts, she finally collapsed, limbs splayed.
"Haaah… What the hell are you doing…."
Park Eun-yeong's sulky complaint followed. For me, just being pressed together like this felt good enough. The pale nape of her neck peeking through her hair, her breasts filling my hands, her plump ass I could rub my glans against freely, the scent unique to her… It was perfect.
"……Did you come here just for this…?"
"There you go again. You were the one who asked me to come over."
"Noo… I mean… Did you come because you wanted to do this with me…."
She sounded like a girlfriend asking if I'd only come to fool around.
"Yeah. I came here to do exactly this."
"…Trash."
She seemed to realize she couldn't win with strength alone. Now she was trying to talk me down, but I wasn't about to fall for it that easily.
"Haa… How does it feel being pinned under trash?"
"Ah, get off! You're seriously gross…!!"
I buried my face in her fluttering hair and pushed my lips through. The fine hairs on her neck tickled my lips, and her smooth skin met me halfway.
"Don't you want to do anything?"
"…No. Just get off already."
Still refusing to give up, Park Eun-yeong kept nagging and whining. I stayed persistent, pressing against her.
"Aren't your pants uncomfortable?"
"…No. They're super comfortable."
"Want me to take them off?"
"Ah, shit… I said they're not uncomfortable—!"
"Got it. I'll take them off for you."
"H-hey—!!"
Maybe her sharp attitude came from those jeans. After all, they were the biggest physical barrier between us. The thickest, tallest wall Park Eun-yeong had built. Maybe once that wall disappeared, the one separating us would vanish too. At least, that was what I thought.
My hands moved fast.
"A-aangh!"
They slipped under her waistband. Park Eun-yeong jerked, but the movement only helped my hands slide lower.
"I said stop—!!"
Getting excited by her protests probably made me abnormal.
"A-ah, a little! Oppa, Oppa—!!"
My hand fumbled in the tight space before flicking open the button of her jeans. The zipper came down with a ziiip.
"You crazy bastard!!"
I could feel her heart pounding through her breasts, ready to burst. Her agitated voice and rough movements were enough to read her feelings anyway.
The jeans slid down her wide hips under my guidance. Park Eun-yeong spread her legs like a frog, trying to stop them.
"Ah, please! Just stop, okay? Stop it!!"
But her spread legs were soon pinned together again by my knees.
"A-aaaaah!!"
With that final scream, all strength left her body. She grabbed whatever she could reach—blanket, pillow—and frantically covered her face.
"Crazy bastard… Perverted freak… I told you to stop… Sniff… Seriously…."
The tight jeans slid down limply. Her pale ass seemed to glow as it was revealed. The legs that had been spread wide moments ago now squeezed her thighs together.
"…Hey. Why aren't you wearing panties… Don't tell me—"
"Shut up! You… fuck… You went through my bag without asking… So I left my underwear at home… So please stop saying weird shit!!"
Park Eun-yeong's muffled voice came from under the blanket.
"Hey! G-get that away from me!?"
The glans touched her slippery pussy. Nothing stood between us anymore.
"Hah, haaah…."
The unfamiliar sensation made my vision spin. I felt her labia twitching against the tip, and the urge to shove straight inside her hole hit me all at once.