How Do You Know If You've Never Tried It?
I waited impatiently for class to end. Jinhee stood at the lectern, solving problems on the board as usual. With her blouse sleeves rolled up to her elbows, her hand gripping the chalk slid across the blackboard.
I've seen plenty of girls whine about how much it hurts after their first time, but Jinhee's gait hadn't faltered once. She hadn't limped or shifted in her seat even slightly up to now. Must be those wide hips. Whether she was truly fine or just acting, her recovery seemed quick either way.
Amusingly, every time her gaze swept over the students during class and landed on me, she'd turn her head away the instant our eyes met. She was clearly thinking about what we'd done yesterday and feeling embarrassed.
Once all the kids had left and the classroom was empty, Jinhee silently sorted papers on the lectern. Even though it was time to get started, she deliberately avoided looking my way.
I stood up and walked over to the lectern. The moment I approached, her hands froze.
"We're doing it again today, right?"
"……Yeah."
She answered without taking her eyes off the papers. Her voice tried to sound calm, but her body was visibly tense.
"But is your body okay?"
"It's not."
"You looked fine earlier?"
Only then did Jinhee look up. Her eyes glared straight at me.
"You wouldn't get it, but people like me have to keep working even when it hurts."
I burst out laughing.
"So you can handle it."
"Haa……let's not talk about it."
Jinhee set the papers down and took a step back. I closed the distance. She retreated again. Her back hit the blackboard; there was nowhere left to go.
"So, you on top today?"
"……."
No response. She avoided my gaze, turning her head to the side. When I touched her cheek, she swatted my wrist away.
"Don't touch me."
"Then how are we supposed to do it?"
"……."
Her face said she had nothing to say. I buried my face in the side of her neck. Her fresh scent mingled with the warmth radiating from her skin, brushing my nose. I lightly pressed my lips there.
"Eut—"
The sharp intake of breath sounded right by my ear. Her shoulders rose, then fell. This tension was different from yesterday's. Back then, it was rigid resolve mixed with pain. This tremor was something else. Her body, now awakened to sex, was naturally reacting to the pleasure to come.
I placed my hand on her waist. The tight line felt through her clothes; the instant my palm touched it, her body went rigid.
"Your reaction's different from yesterday."
"……I'm just tired."
"Should we stop then?"
"……Just get it over with."
Tough act. Seeing her like this still thrilled me endlessly. Instead of rushing, I teased her by slowing down even more. My hand lingered on her side, moving languidly upward, then down, circling to her back where my fingertips traced her spine.
Jinhee's breathing began to falter subtly. My hand slid slowly down to her thigh. Over her skirt suit, the stocking fabric slipped under my palm. As I stroked the outer side of her thigh, her knees brushed together faintly, then parted.
"Sto……stop dragging it out."
Her voice held irritation, but the hand pushing my arm lacked strength. Her fingers gripped and released my clothes repeatedly, torn between shoving me away and pulling me closer as her body craved.
"If we rush, it'll hurt like yesterday."
"……."
"So I'll take it slow."
I whispered into her ear. I felt her trembling against my lips.
"Do……do whatever you want."
Her stammering reply. Her head still turned aside, ears to neck flushed red. My hand rose over her blouse to cup her breast. Reflexively, hers shot up to grab my wrist.
"No……not there."
"Should I stop?"
"……No."
Her grip weakened and fell away. I softly enveloped it through the fabric. Layers of cloth trapped the heat pooling in my palm. I circled my thumb slowly, and the response came immediately.
"Heut……"
The sound leaked from deep in her throat. She bit her lip to stifle it, but it was too late. Teasing over her clothes only heightened her arousal by not touching directly. I pressed with my whole palm, grazed lightly with fingers, dipped to her side, then back up. Each time, her breaths quickened, her back arching faintly off the board before pressing back.
"Eut……hueut……"
Her aroused moans echoed in the empty classroom. Leaning against me, she groped the air before clutching my shoulder. I savored each reaction, leisurely continuing the caress. Her breaths grew ragged. The room warmed, and with my unhurried touches, sweat beaded on her forehead and neck. Her blouse clung to her back.
"Sto……stop."
She spat it out, unable to hold back.
"Giving up today?"
I whispered with a smile; she gritted her teeth.
"Sto……stop messing around."
"I'm not messing around."
"You're……just……touching forever."
As I slowly stroked down from her breast over her shirt, I said, "You said it hurts, so I'm going slow."
"Haa……this……is ridiculous."
"I'm serious."
At the end of my words, I pressed my thumb firmly into her nipple tip. Even through the bra, it felt hard and erect.
"Hiet……"
Her body flinched. Shoulders curled inward; her back peeled from the board, then stuck again. I slipped my hand under her skirt, pressing my index finger firmly over her pantyhose.
"Ha……haeut……ha."
The stocking was already soaked, clinging to my finger. Her thighs quivered.
"See? Way wetter than yesterday."
"Sh……shut up."
She clenched her teeth, eyes squeezed shut, but the heat between her legs was undeniable. I tore a hole in the stockings with my nail.
"Ha……don't!"
Her hand pushed my shoulder. I pressed my body harder, pinning her to the board.
"It's already wet—ripping's faster than taking them off."
I widened the tear, exposing her panties. I pressed my index finger there firmly.
"L……lie……ha……haeua……"
Her inner thighs clamped, trapping my hand. The thin fabric transmitted pulsing contractions. She'd climaxed from just one finger. I didn't stop. I pressed and rubbed up and down. Her body, still rippling from the peak, jerked shortly with each press.
"Eut……eut……haeute……"
Her pushing hands now clung to my shoulders, desperately holding on as her legs shook. Once she'd calmed somewhat, I propped her against the board and pulled out my cock. I pressed the tip slowly against her soaked panties. Her head tilted back, exhaling long.
"I'm putting it in now—if it hurts, tell me."
"You……your tiny thing doesn't hurt at all."
I chuckled. She'd tried to insult my size, but picked the wrong target.
"Good thing. If it doesn't hurt, I don't have to finish quick."
Realizing this pleasure would drag on, color drained from her face.
"Tha……that's……"
I shoved her panties aside and thrust in. Her wet depths parted, sucking me in.
"Haaeut……"
Her breath hitched, then burst out. Her eyes half-lidded as the slow-deepening sensation took hold. Her insides molded to my shape like they remembered it. Looser than yesterday, but stickier, clinging thickly. Each thrust, her walls followed, gripping tight. Her pussy had already accepted its owner.
"This part seems to like me, though?"
"You……your thing's……nothing special."
"How do you know if you've never tried it?"
"……You……don't need to try to know."
Unable to meet my eyes, face slack, her words just made me laugh. Mouth said no, but inside, it writhed to keep me.
"Sorry—what a shame. I like it so much I wanna keep going."
"……Prem……premature ejaculator."
"If I'm premature, squeeze harder. Make me cum quick."
"Heueuet……"
Calling me premature, yet she climaxed first again. Her pussy clenched wildly, milking me; juices trickled down her inner thighs to the floor. As my cock moved slowly, it quivered. Thrusting in, walls rippled to memorize my shape; pulling out, it sucked to hold me.
Jinhee couldn't speak anymore. Only gasps and moans escaped. Sweat-soaked blouse stuck to her back; beads glistened on her exposed neck and forehead. Tongue tip protruded between parted lips as she panted. Small climaxes rippled like waves with my slow rhythm, her pussy gripping and releasing each time.
"Heut……haeute……eut……"
I started kissing up from her neck. Licked sweat from the side, tracing her jawline. Salty taste spread. Past her chin, sliding up her cheek. Brushed her lips lightly. She flinched. Her eyes refocused on me.
"Kiss me."
"N……no."
Refusing, yet she didn't turn away. Her lips inches from mine. Her exhale warmed them.
"I want to."
"Ah……"
Her eyes wavered. Then, from below, I pressed the tip deep inside.
"Ah……ah……"
Her body shuddered. Eyes closed. Jaw slackened; lips parted. I pushed my tongue in. Hers fled inward. I pursued deeper; after brief resistance, she yielded.
"Euup……eup."
Schlup. Saliva mixed. I felt the warmth pass from my mouth to hers. At first just pressed still, she began moving tentatively. Clumsy, fumbling under my tongue, unsure. Her hands, gripping my shoulders, slid up slowly to wrap my neck. One kiss turned pushing hands to embracing.
Above, slick tongues tangled; below, slow rhythm continued. Each glide of my cock drew moans from her mouth into mine.
"Haa……eut……"
Lips parted. Saliva stretched long, snapping to wet her chin. Her half-lidded eyes looked up at me, drained of the glare from before.
"I'm close."
"Hua……not inside."
"Got it."
She blinked slightly at my easy agreement, face searching for protest but finding none.
"Not saying no anymore."
"……You blackmailed me into it."
"It was a deal."
Jinhee exhaled long. Her back left the board. She pressed her body to mine. Wet-clothed warmth met my chest.
"Enjoying it now?"
"Ju……just trying to end it quick."
Face flushed, stammering. Eyes avoiding mine, yet body glued tight—a contradiction. I brushed sweat-matted hair from her forehead; she twitched faintly but didn't pull away.
I grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling our hips deeper.
"Shall we do it for real now?"
"Wha……up till now aaht……"
Before she finished, I changed rhythm. From languid strokes to slamming deep, crushing her cervix in one go.
Puk.
"Wa……wait……"
Her flailing hand pressed my chest, but without force—just clutching fabric.
"Ah……like this……I'll……"
She knew she'd cum again. Her body reacted first, walls tightening; thighs quivered against my waist.
"Huaaa……"
Her back arched like a bow. Head thrown back; sweat-glossed neck exposed.
"Ah……aaut……"
A choked cry burst from her throat. Inside spasmed madly, squeezing my cock; juices gushed from her pussy to the floor.
