Chapter 3: The Female Friend Who Never Saw Me as a Man Teases Me Naughtily...
"She said that too?"
I couldn't believe my ears. I knew the two of them were close enough to gossip about anything, but talking about their boyfriend's dick size? Really?
"You have no idea, do you? Girls tell each other everything. Heh heh heh."
I knew women's chit-chat had no boundaries. But cock size? That was a bit much... Good thing I had some confidence down there. Phew. I almost died of embarrassment for life.
"I never even thought about it until she mentioned it."
She cast her eyes downward demurely, then blatantly stared at my crotch again. No mistaking it—she was openly ogling my lower half. Was this just teasing, or was she sending some other signal? It was hard to tell.
Today, she was crossing lines left and right. This wasn't the usual Eun-hee I knew.
"But damn, you're packing too, huh? I saw earlier."
I wasn't about to back down, so I pushed right back over the line.
"No wonder you got all those likes."
"Hng? So you are a guy after all? Heh heh heh. You didn't show it all last time, did you?"
Eun-hee slipped both hands under her shirt and slowly lifted it, giggling wickedly. Soon, her plump white tits came into view. But she was covering the important bits with her hands, so I could only see the undersides.
"What do you think I am, a girl?"
"Be honest. All those years as friends, you never once wanted to fuck me?"
She kept clutching her tits with both hands as she asked. Was it the booze? Nah... her eyes didn't look that drunk. Under the motel's dim light, they gleamed with raw lust. No illusion there.
"Like I didn't."
I just came out and said it. That's the awkwardness of guy-girl friendships. It's not petty jealousy that makes lovers hate their partner's opposite-sex friends. How many stories are there of bold partners "allowing" it, only to end up in tears?
Especially with a knockout like Eun-hee. Keeping it platonic was no easy feat. Truth be told, I'd fantasized about banging her plenty of times.
"Right? Heh heh heh."
She seemed pleased with my answer.
"Then why didn't you ever try? Scaredy-cat?"
"Yeah. I was scared. Didn't wanna fuck up our friendship and lose you forever."
"Well... fair enough."
She looked a bit sheepish at my honesty, lowering her hands as she spoke.
"You could keep showing me, though."
"Disappointed?"
"It's been a while since I ate."
"Wait, you haven't gotten laid since breaking up with Ji-ah?"
"No way... Not that long. But yeah, it's been months."
"Really? Poor baby. Want me to show you a bit more?"
Grinning again, she whipped up her shirt. This time, no hands covering. She didn't stop at lifting—she straight-up peeled it off.
"Whoa..."
I let out a genuine gasp of awe. Way more beautiful than I'd imagined. Her snow-white tits jiggled softly as she tossed the shirt aside, topped with cute pink nipples right in the center.
Honestly, I wanted to dive in right then, smother my face in those full, soft mounds.
"Like 'em?"
"Hell yeah."
"You little perv..."
Her face flushed red.
"Just look a little. I'm only showing 'cause I feel bad for you..."
Did she even realize what she was saying? I just stared—her face, her tits, her whole body.
"Pretty. You look way better naked, for sure."
"You crazy bastard..."
She'd stripped herself, but couldn't handle the embarrassment. She turned her face away and took a swig from her beer can. But she didn't cover up her chest.
Gulp! Gulp!
The sound of beer sliding down her throat echoed loudly.
"This enough for you?"
She drained the can, then flashed a bold smile, booze fueling her courage again.
"What if it's not?"
I was dying to see what she'd do next.
"Pervert! You gotta say it!"
Eun-hee parted her legs slightly, slipped a hand under her skirt, and slowly pulled out a red scrap of fabric. No need to ask—it was red lace panties. Then she turned her legs toward me. Knees pressed together, so no peeking up the skirt, but I could imagine what lay beneath.
"Ah..."
I touched the tip of my nose.
"What?"
"Am I gonna get a nosebleed?"
"Crazy! Kick!"
Every time she laughed, her white tits shook. Her knees twitched open, then closed again.
"How's that? Hard yet?"
Her teasing wasn't teasing anymore.
"Since earlier."
"When?"
"Since we got here. Non-stop. Being alone with you after so long... fucking turns me on."
As I spoke, she spread her knees just a bit. We were only a step or two apart, and the motel's light was plenty bright to glimpse between her thighs. Her pussy looked slick, glistening with wetness.
"Ah! Stop staring, you perv."
After showing off for a while, she couldn't take the shame anymore and shot to her feet.
"I'm gonna wash up. It's hot."
Without waiting for me, she headed to the bathroom.
Whoosh!
I listened to the shower while silently finishing my beer. At this point, her intentions were crystal clear. The ball was in my court now. What to do?
Before I could decide, she emerged, wrapped in a white towel.
"I need a break."
She climbed onto the bed and flopped down, declaring it.
"Yeah, rest up. You drank a lot."
But not enough to push her limit, as far as I knew.
"If you jump me while I'm asleep, you're dead."
She eyed me from the bed.
"Like I'd do that?"
I flipped her the bird with mock offense.
"Yeah."
Her reply was oddly coy.
"...Should I?"
I stepped closer to the bed.
"Yeah."
No hesitation.
"What about tomorrow when you wake up?"
"Blame the booze. We'll forget it."
"You're not that kinda girl..."
"Shut up and quit yapping."
She shot me a glare.
"No regrets?"
I was right beside her now.
"Promise me one thing."
"What?"
"We forget tonight ever happened."
She grabbed my arm and yanked. Despite her soft grip, I toppled onto her. Her eyes were closed. Backing out now wouldn't be manly.
The second my lips met hers, her tongue pushed into my mouth. Kissing my female friend was sweet.
When we broke apart and I sat up, her towel had slipped off beneath her, and my shirt buttons were undone by her hands.
"Ah! Condom... wait..."
It was in the bag of motel amenities from check-in. She'd taken it to the shower...
"Don't like those."
Women often hate motel rubbers. Guess she did too.
"Hold on, I'll run out and buy some."
"Just do it. Pull out, right?"
I could tell she couldn't wait anymore. Neither could I, honestly.
"If I mess up, take the pill."
She whispered it as I hesitated. Morning-after pill, huh.
"Got it."
We steeled ourselves for the main event. My female friend's naked body on the bed was stunning. Why the hell had I held back this long?
As she stripped off my shirt, I ditched my pants and boxers, climbing over her. Like she'd been waiting, she wrapped an arm around me, grabbed my cock, and guided it inside.
No more foreplay needed. We both just wanted to connect now.
"Whoa!"
"Mmm!"
We gasped in unison.
"So full!"
Her eyes went wide as she stared at me.
"Yeah."
Her pussy was tighter than I'd expected. Wet from all the teasing, but still a snug fit.
"Oof!"
She bit her lip as I eased in slowly. Looked a bit tough. I didn't want to hurt her, so I started gentle.
"Don't be such a gentleman. You know what I can take."
She grinned. That expression was so her, I burst out laughing.
"Pfft!"
"Haha!"
We laughed at each other for a bit. Guess years as friends made it weirdly awkward.
"You cum yet?"
She asked with a hint of worry.
"No way. Not with a hottie like you."
I thrust again.
"Eek!"
She winced. But this time, I didn't hold back. She pulled me closer, licking my face. So damn sexy—I ramped it up.
"Ah!"
She wrapped her arms around me tight. I went harder. Just knowing I was on top of my longtime friend had me fired up; thinking she was feeling it too made it unbearable.
"Ugh! Nngh!"
Pained moans, but her arms never loosened.
"Ah! Mmm! Ung! Yeong-woong, kiss me!"
She moaned incoherently, then pulled my neck down for a kiss.
"Ah! Good! Weird! Doing it with you! Weird! Good! Hah!"
Her words lost all order. And I was lost in unfamiliar pleasure. Her pussy was different—squeezing hard, like it refused to let go. Yet slick enough for smooth thrusts.
"Ah! Must be the workouts."
"Huh?"
"Squeezes like crazy."
"Mmm! Like it?"
"Fuck yeah. Insanely."
"Me too! But talking like this with you is weird! Pfft!"
She grimaced, answered, laughed, then moaned. Adorably chaotic.
"Hah! But... you haven't cum yet?"
Only a few minutes in, and she asked.
"Tough?"
"No! Love it. Feels so good lasting this long."
Long? This? I was thrown, but her ecstatic face said she meant it.
"Hng!! Good. Ah! Embarrassing! Don't know! Ugh! Hah!"
Her expressions shifted wildly. Too cute—I lost control.
"Ugh! Weird! Hah! Ahh! Too much! Down there!"
Suddenly teary-eyed, squirming.
"Slow down?"
"No. More! No. Don't know! Do what you want! Hah!"
Eyes shut, clinging desperately.
"Mommy! What! Ahh!"
Soon weird noises escaped her.
"Ahh! Ung! Too much! Haaang! You! Weird! Good! Ahh!"
She was racing toward climax—I could tell.
"You... gonna kill me! Ahh! Too good! Going crazy! Haaang!"
Never imagined her so chatty in bed. Wait... that?
Actresses cast by AV Master express all their emotions—including the pleasure they feel—without hiding a single thing.
Holy shit, it was real? Maybe that's why Eun-hee was blurting everything out.
"Euu! I'm dying! Dying from how good it is! Ahh! Die happy! Hic! Yeong-woong, you maniac! Why are you so good? Too good, right? Ugh! Heuk! Ahh! Why only now! Ahh!"
She locked her legs around my waist, screaming freely.
"Haaang! Good! So good! Losing my mind! Ahh! Why am I like this? Hic! I don't talk this much! Hic! Embarrassing! Good!"
Yeah, definitely that Active Card. She was spilling every thought in her head, no filter.