The First Time

If you could spend your first night with the person you love on any day you wanted, when would you pick?

Your birthday? An anniversary? Christmas Eve, maybe? Everyone would have their own answer, but mine has always been the same.

Today.

Right now. This very second. Ask a hundred guys and you would get a hundred of the same answer.

Even if you have an exam tomorrow. Even if a paper is due. Even if a typhoon is ripping the city apart. There are things in this world you can put off — but no man alive would ever want to postpone his first night.

So what I was asking for was only natural.

"Today's no good, right?"

"Why the hell not?"

I had come home, and now I was saying over the phone the things I had not been able to say to Jieun's face.

Her voice came through the receiver, firm and final.

"Then when?"

"So any day but today?"

I came this close to saying tomorrow. I had just enough sense not to. Apparently my Jieun wanted her first time to feel like something.

Not today. Not tomorrow. And it is not like we have an anniversary sitting around waiting for us.

I turned it over for a moment, and then my own birthday caught my eye. Two days away — snagged on the very last frayed edge of my patience.

"What about my birthday?"

"Yeah. I'll tell your mom I made a bunch of money and I'm throwing a big birthday party at a hotel. Say your friends are coming too."

She had caught my meaning. Her voice shook. I drove the nail in before she could start thinking it over.

"Obviously. I'll book the room."

"Then it's settled."

I said what I needed to say and hung up fast. Then I buried my face in the pillow to steady the shaking in my chest, and shouted.

"Condoms! Condoms!"

I had played it cool on the phone, but the truth was my heart felt like it was going to explode. I stared at the ceiling and pinched my own cheek, just to check whether this was a dream.

In two days I was going to share a bed with Jieun. I still could not believe it. And not just share a bed — I was going to touch her, taste her, as much as I wanted.

Skin so white and flawless it did not have a single blemish. Breasts and an ass so full they looked ready to split their own skin. And the shy little hole hidden between them. All those alpha males who had come after her — I had beaten every last one of them. I was the one who had won her.

No jerking off, starting today.

It was only two days, but I was going to make every hour of them count.

And just like that, the countdown began to the most important D-day of the year. Maybe more important than the college entrance exam.

Those two days were a blur. I scrambled to book a hotel, leaned on the hive mind of the internet to put an outfit together, and ducked into a salon to get my hair done. I had not prepared a single thing in advance, so everything took twice the work.

Not that I hated any of it. I loved it, actually. The preparing and the waiting alike — all of it was unbearably sweet.

"So it's today."

January 9th arrived. Late in the evening I checked my clothes and my hair one last time and headed to the place we had agreed on.

We met at a little café in the neighborhood. After two days apart, the Jieun who showed up looked wound far tighter than usual. The second I saw her, a sound of pure appreciation slipped out of me.

"Wow. You..."

A short skirt flashed between the open folds of her coat. Makeup she had clearly spent real time on. A faint thread of perfume. This was a Seong Jieun I had never met.

I told her the truth.

"You're beautiful. Seriously beautiful."

"Mm. Thanks."

She could not even meet my eyes. It was not just her appearance that had changed — even her personality seemed different.

This is Seong Jieun? As a woman?

The thought that she might do this in front of some other guy sent possessiveness roaring through me, hot and ugly. If I could have locked her away somewhere, I would have.

"You hungry?"

"I'm okay."

"No, wait. Want to get something to drink first?"

"I'm fine, really."

Of course, every upside has a downside. A tense, feminine Seong Jieun was nice to look at — but trying to have a conversation with her was like pulling teeth.

Which, given our history, made no ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sense at all. We had gone through elementary, middle, and high school together. We had killed hours on every subject under the sun. How was this atmosphere even possible?

I was starting to understand just how special sex really was.

A lifetime of friendship, and it had turned us into a man and a woman in a single instant.

In the end I decided not to force the awkwardness. We had something we needed to do.

"Let's go."

The original plan had been dinner, coffee, a little atmosphere, and then the hotel. But the mood had gone stone-dead, so I changed course and headed straight there.

Better to get it done at the hotel, shake this stiffness off, go back to being ourselves — and then figure out food or a movie or whatever. Sitting through a meal and a film in this kind of silence would have been torture.

Luckily, Jieun followed without a word. The taxi, the hotel lobby, picking up the key, walking into the room — we moved through it all as stiff and awkward as a hooker and her client who had just matched on some escort app.

"Nice room."

"They were almost fully booked. Took some work to get this one."

At least once we were inside, her mouth started working again. She managed a few words here and there.

Is she loosening up? She still looks pretty tense.

The real problem was this: before, she just could not talk. But ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠at least she could look me in the face. Now she could not even stand still, like the floor was covered in acupressure mats. She kept poking around the room like she gave a damn about the decor, and it was making me dizzy just watching her.

"That's enough. Come here."

I caught her hand and sat her down beside me.

"You nervous?"

"...A little? Are you?"

"Yeah. Of course I am."

"Liar."

She did not buy it. Compared to her, I probably looked fine. I let out a dry laugh.

"Hey. If I freeze up too, are we actually getting anything done tonight?"

"I... well."

"And you think I made two hundred billion won by accident? You need a beast's heart for that kind of thing."

I was talking nonsense to cover the awkwardness, but it was not exactly a lie. The fact that a guy who had never even dated could sit here and keep his composure had a lot to do with what I had been through trading crypto.

I had caught falling knives for a living. No matter how nervous I got, I was the kind of person who did what needed to be done.

"Jieun."

"Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"...Okay."

And right now, I knew exactly what needed to be done.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers, slow. Jieun's mouth was soft — impossibly soft, and damp, the kind of softness that felt like it would bruise if I bit down even a little.

Holy shit. This is what a girl feels like?

I sucked on her upper lip, then her lower, and her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mouth opened. I slipped my tongue ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in like I had been waiting for it and played with hers.

It was not sweet, the way people always say a kiss is supposed to be. But the knowledge that I was invading her — her tongue, the inside of her mouth, all that hidden flesh — the satisfaction in my head was enormous.

What if I put my cock in here?

The filthy thought went straight to my cock. I was hard in an instant.

I could not hold the excitement in. I pulled her against me, hard — one hand on her back, the other cradling her head. The softness of her whole body against mine was almost impossible to believe.

"Hah... hah..."

As the kiss stretched on, Jieun started giving it back. We took our time with it, like two people learning a game they actually enjoyed. Eventually we were sharing spit, giving and taking, and neither of us flinched.

We were lost in each other when a phone notification went off. I came back to myself and realized the day had already turned over — it was my birthday. I laid her down, ready to start the real party.

The long kiss seemed to have taken the edge off. She looked more at ease.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

My hands were shaking as I ran them down her body — shoulder, breast, stomach, hip, thigh. She was a work of art made of flesh and bone.

"I'm taking this off."

I eased her out of the dress she had worn for tonight, and a plain beige set of underwear appeared underneath. Nothing designed to provoke, but nothing bad either.

I'm buying her new underwear. All of it.

More than anything, I liked the thought of filling an entire drawer with the kind of lingerie I wanted her in. Thong panties that showed her whole ass. Sexy black mesh. Crotchless ones that left her pussy completely exposed.

Jieun covered herself with her hands, embarrassed.

"Hey. You take yours off too."

"Got it."

I dropped the underwear fantasy and stripped in a hurry. While I did, she took off her own bra and panties.

I let out a quiet sound of awe.

Those full, heavy breasts looked like something out of porn. Her pussy, dusted with a faint thatch of hair, was beautiful. The thick nipples, the plump, meaty lips of her sex — it was so lewd it made my head spin.

I could not hold back. I went at her.

"Ah — Dojun!"

I let her startled voice slide right past me and put my hands on her chest. Soft did not even cover it. Every time I squeezed, the flesh squelched and spilled between my fingers.

So this is what they call water tits.

And her skin was so delicate I could see the capillaries underneath. Even a little pressure felt like it would leave a mark.

"Fuck, you're insane."

"Aah — be gentle! Aaahn!"

And those rose-pink areolae, those nipples — I took a big mouthful and the smell of milk filled my head until I was dizzy. I wanted to chew. I barely stopped myself. So sweet I could not stand it, and I could not do whatever I wanted with them. It was its own kind of torture.

"Spread your legs a little."

I had been so satisfied up top that my expectations for down below were sky high.

Thank you, Auntie.

Jieun's pussy was plump. That was the only word for it. The same way her breasts announced themselves, it sat between her thighs with a presence all its own.

"You filthy girl."

It looked so obscene a curse slipped out before I could stop it. Luckily Jieun seemed to understand there was nothing but raw admiration in it, because she did not say a word.

I carefully parted her outer lips and looked at what was inside. A small but perfectly formed pair of inner lips, her clit, and below that her urethra and the hole of her pussy — more captivating than any I had ever seen.

"Dojun, don't spread it like that."

"Stay still."

She kept trying to close her legs, too embarrassed to hold still, but I was too far gone to care. If anything, I pushed my face in deeper.