First Time at Home with My First Girlfriend
Two bags of snacks lay torn open on the table. Each of us held a can of beer.
"Thanks for the food, Oppa. I'll dig in."
"Don't mention it. Next time I'll get us something better from that place we almost went to."
"I like it better here. I'm not really into noisy places."
"Ah. Then ordering delivery at home would be better than a bar… yeah. Better."
I took a swallow of beer while we talked. Beside me, Yesol took a small sip of her own.
But that was all.
She didn't gulp it down the way she might have with friends. Just one careful mouthful.
I have to settle this now… Getting drunk and doing it that way would be so lame.
I didn't want to lean on alcohol for this. We hadn't bought that much in the first place, and I wanted a clear answer from both of us before either of us got tipsy. I wanted to hear it while we were both sober.
"Do you have a curfew or anything? Some time you have to be home by?"
"As long as I message them first, they don't really care. I already sent a text earlier."
"Still, you'd better leave before the last train. Well, we've got plenty of ti—"
"You don't have to worry about the last train. It's fine."
"…It's fine?"
"Yes."
"……."
"……."
Her words carried a quiet implication that hung in the air, and for a moment silence settled between us.
Even while we talked—and even now—Yesol still wasn't drinking. After that first small sip she had simply set the can down on the table. She barely touched the snacks either. She just kept her body and her face turned toward me, watching me, fully focused on the conversation.
There was no way one sip could have gotten her drunk, and yet her face was faintly flushed.
I kept looking into her eyes as we talked, but the moment the words stopped, my gaze drifted downward of its own accord—to the tank top she wore under her shirt. The tight fabric made the full swell of her breasts and the deep line of her cleavage impossible to ignore. Lower still, the clean white of her thighs showed beneath her denim skirt.
I had already seen her naked more than once, but in this moment, in this atmosphere, the teasing glimpses of her body between the clothes made me swallow hard.
Even as I looked, Yesol didn't react. She had to know my eyes were roaming over her, and still she did nothing. She didn't cover her chest. She didn't hide her legs. She simply met my gaze with calm, steady eyes.
That was when I understood.
Jeong Yesol had been waiting for this from the moment she stepped into my apartment.
The second the realization hit, my mind started racing through every possible approach.
From the first time I saw her… no. As a gym owner I shouldn't, but the second I laid eyes on you… that isn't it either. How do I even start this…
Until this morning I hadn't planned a thing. Trying to invent a confession speech on the spot left me with nothing usable. My head was pure chaos.
"……."
"……."
The silence stretched a little longer because of it, but Yesol never pushed. She waited quietly, eyes locked with mine.
Looking at that beautiful face, those eyes, I suddenly decided all the overthinking was pointless. I was never good with words anyway. There was no reason to torture myself over it.
So I threw a fastball.
"Yesol."
"Yes, Oppa."
"I like you. Will you go out with me?"
It felt like the most me thing I could say—and I immediately kicked myself for phrasing it as "will you" instead of "let's." Two or three years of talking to younger members at the gym had glued that soft little "~rae?" ending to my mouth, and it had spilled out together with the cowardly thought of what if she doesn't feel the same?
But the self-reproach growing in my chest vanished the instant she answered.
The moment she heard my confession, Yesol's eyes and mouth both curved into the brightest, most dazzling smile I had ever seen on any woman. Her voice was full of pure joy.
"Yes. Let's go out. I… like you too, Oppa."
She answered my confession. She gave me one of her own. Ceremony complete.
Something swelled up from deep in my chest—overwhelming, almost too much to hold. I couldn't believe my first girlfriend was seven years younger than me and this beautiful. Even though I had heard her clearly, even though she was right in front of me smiling that radiant smile, it still didn't feel real.
I had a girlfriend.
…So now what?
What was I supposed to do next? What should I say? What should I do?
I was dizzy with happiness, and at the same time those random thoughts started spinning until my head felt light—
Then Yesol, still smiling right beside me, slowly closed her eyes. She tilted her chin up just a little, parted her lips, and waited for me with her eyes shut.
Every stray thought disappeared.
Before my brain could catch up, my body answered that sweet, girlfriend-like invitation. I slipped an arm around her shoulders, pulled her close—
and pressed my lips to hers.
It was our first "official" kiss, so I was careful, gently crushing those soft lips under mine.
It was different.
Different from the mouth-to-mouth work we did as massage at the dojo. Different from everything I had done with Lee Dami during our illicit sex. A bird-kiss with my actual girlfriend was something else entirely—qualitatively different.
Every cell in my body focused on that kiss. The feel of her lips, the scent of her skin—my whole body burned.
"Mm… chup…"
Maybe all the practice at the dojo had prepared her. Yesol's mouth opened and her tongue slipped out first, licking my lips. That cute little request for something deeper made me answer in kind; I pushed my tongue into her mouth more boldly.
"Chup… mm… churp…"
It sent a shiver through me. She sucked on my tongue like she had been waiting for it, twining hers around mine. The kiss, thick with mutual affection, was driving me insane.
This was our first kiss.
From now on I would think of it that way. Everything at the dojo with Yesol and the other members had just been massage. With Lee Dami it had been… well. Illicit skinship made even hotter by the taboo.
Anyway, our kiss grew fiercer by the second.
"Haa… Oppa… mm, chup… chup…♡"
Yesol made wet little sounds, pressing her lips to mine even more eagerly than I was pressing mine to hers.
Then I felt her start to shrug out of the shirt she wore over everything. My arm was still around her shoulders, so I noticed immediately. My hand was actually in the way; I lifted it for a second and she peeled the shirt off at once.
Now she was left in just the short denim skirt and the tank top.
Inviting a guy you like over for drinks at his place, deep-kissing him, and taking your top off… yeah, there's nothing to wonder about here.
Stopping at just kissing after all that would have been pure idiocy. So I moved my hand.
I closed my fingers lightly over her breast through the tank top. The bra underneath crumpled into my palm along with soft flesh.
"Nngh…! chup…"
Yesol trembled with a soft moan, but she didn't stop me. She simply surrendered her body and kept kissing me.
Encouraged, I kept kneading that breast. It wasn't as big as Lee Dami's, but it still overflowed one hand. I squeezed it again and again like it already belonged to me.
Which, now, it did.
"Chup… haa, ha… mm…"
Her breathing grew rougher. I drank in the saliva of this bold girlfriend who clearly intended to go all the way with me tonight. Then I tugged the white tank top up over her breasts, shoved the bra up the same way—
and kneaded her bare chest, pinching the stiff nipples between my fingers.
"Hiih…!! nngh… chup…"
I had done this before at the dojo, yet somehow it felt brand new and made my heart race. Was it because we were in my apartment? Because she was my girlfriend now? I didn't know. The pudding-soft feel of her breast under my palm was more intoxicating than ever, and the nipple I rolled between thumb and forefinger looked obscenely sexy. The more I touched her, the more her face melted into something lewd and alluring…
I couldn't hold back any longer.
I broke the kiss.
"Haa… Oppa… I…"
Yesol was breathing just as hard as I was, calling my name with her breasts fully exposed, looking up at me with desperate, pleading eyes.
"Yesol. Let's go to the bed."
"Haa… okay, Oppa…"
I led her to my bed. Part of me wondered if things were moving too fast, but I didn't have the mental bandwidth to care. In less than a tenth of a second I had stripped off my T-shirt, shorts, and underwear and stepped toward her.
"I'll take yours off. Arms up."
"……."
"Yesol?"
"…Ah, y-yes, Oppa… nngh…"
Her dazed gaze was glued to my naked body—and to my cock. Her face turned bright red. She had seen it plenty of times before, but this clearly felt different from the dojo. The shy, embarrassed look on her was so pretty and cute I could barely stand it.
I pulled the tank top up and off. Then I reached around and unhooked her bra. While I did that, Yesol wriggled out of her denim skirt herself.
But when it came to the panties, her hands faltered. Standing there in nothing but underwear outside the dojo made her curl in on herself with pure bashfulness. I didn't force them off right away. Instead I pulled her into my arms again and kissed her.
"Mm… chup…"
I held that soft female body close, kissing her, then gently guided her down until she sat on the edge of the bed. Yesol naturally lifted her legs and lay back. I climbed up after her, pinning her beneath me, and kept kissing her.
"Mm, chup… haa… Oppa…"
She was so beautiful. Completely worked up from my kisses, calling me Oppa over and over—my girlfriend was so damn beautiful. I wanted to make her even happier.
So I broke the kiss and traveled lower. I took the nipple she loved most into my mouth.
"Chup… mm, suck… lick…"
"Ahh! O-Oppa… that's too sensitive… aaahn…!"
It tasted good. Slightly salty from sweat, the soft flesh and the nipple rolling under my tongue tasted good.
"Mmph… suck…!"
"Ahn! Oppa… haaung…"
I had barely been sucking her left breast for thirty seconds when Yesol clutched my head and shuddered hard. Had she already come?
I wanted to keep pampering her chest, but I was dying to know what her panties looked like underneath. I slid all the way down.
Even at a glance they looked soaked, though the black fabric hid most of it. I hooked my fingers into the sides and asked her,
"Can you lift your hips for me? I'll take these off."
"Haa, nngh… r-right now…"
She looked incredibly embarrassed. Legs pressed together, arms covering her nose and mouth, eyes averted. Of course she would be—this was her first time. I kept my voice as gentle as I could and asked again.
"Yesol. Lift your hips."
"…Yes… Oppa."
At last she answered obediently and raised her hips a little. I peeled the panties straight down.
And then I understood exactly why she had been so shy.
First time or not, the panties I pulled off her feet were limp and heavy like they had been dunked in water. Her pussy—no, the entire area the fabric had covered—was slick and sticky with her juices.
"Nngh…"
She was soaked far beyond anything she would want anyone to see. The thick, heady scent of an aroused woman filled the whole room.
As her boyfriend, I was over the moon. She had gotten this wet from my touch. Sure, her sensitivity numbers had gone up and the Sun Hands effect probably helped, but still.
Anyway.
Right after becoming my girlfriend, she had given me everything. Her pretty naked body lay open before me.
I spread her legs with both hands. Even while blushing, Yesol cooperated and opened them for me.
Wet pubic hair clinging in strands, a clit already standing proudly erect—they greeted me. Pale milky skin flushed with pink, folds that looked almost girlish yet fully ready to take a man's cock—they tempted me. Nestled between those firm, honey-soft thighs, my girlfriend's private place was completely exposed.
I buried my face between her legs like a man possessed.
"…Haup…! chup… churrrp…! lick, lick, lick…!"
"Hyaaaahn…! W-wait… I haven't even showered… ahn…! It's dirty… Oppaaa…! haang!!"
I lapped and sucked and licked every drop of her juices like a dog. Yesol tried to stop me, saying it was dirty, but those words weren't worth listening to.
Dirty?
It was clean and pretty and delicious.
"Lick, lick… suck…!"
"A-ah… I'm coming again…! hnnnnngh…!"
A wet spurt burst against my mouth.
"Haa… haa…"
She had climaxed lightly when I sucked her breast earlier, and now she came again almost the moment I started eating her. Because this was sex. Not a massage—real sex—so every caress hit her far more sensitively.
I couldn't wait anymore.
I could have licked her forever, but right now I needed to be inside her. I needed us to become one body.
I sat up. I forced down the urge to bury my cock in her that second. We weren't at the dojo, so I needed a condom—wait.
Condom?
"Ah."
I didn't have any at home.
I had bought a few beforehand, but I had left every single one at the dojo—just in case of quickies with Lee Dami at the café or the gym. I hadn't known I would end up eating with Jeong Yesol tonight. I hadn't known we would start dating. I definitely hadn't known we would jump straight into sex at my place. So I had never kept any here.
There was no way around it. I couldn't exactly ask for bareback. I bit my lip and spoke to her with pure apology in my voice.
"I'm sorry, Yesol. I never expected tonight would go like this, so I don't have any condoms… Give me one minute to run to the convenience store. Just wait for me."
I started to climb off the bed, still making excuses—until Yesol's voice stopped me cold.
"Haa… haa… Oppa… I…"
"What is it? Need me to grab something else while I'm out?"
"In my bag… there's…"
"There's what?"
"Condoms…"
"……."
…She had condoms?