My First Woman, Han Gayoon
Han Gayoon. My first woman.
Then, one hundred days after we started dating... I finally had my first experience with a woman.
To celebrate our hundred days, we went out for dinner and drinks. Both of us well past tipsy, I worked up the courage to take her to a motel. Hiding the hands that shook uncontrollably, doing my best to look casual, I led her to the entrance — and she, head bowed, quietly followed me inside.
The moment we stepped into the room, I don't know where the nerve came from, but I pulled Gayoon into my arms and kissed her senselessly. A kiss far more ferocious than anything we'd shared before... I imagine the alcohol must have lent me the courage...
"Ah...!"
She toppled back onto the bed, unable to hold up against my weight.
The situation only excited me further. I kneaded her breasts, caressing her in a daze — even the nape of her snow-white, slender neck and the skin above her chest, places my lips had never once touched in all our time together...
"Ah... Cheolsoo. Wait — wait, just a second..."
Her words snapped me back to my senses.
"Yes?"
Gayoon drew me gently into her arms, my lips barely parted from her neck.
Dazed, I hugged her back just as tightly.
We lay there on the bed, holding each other, neither of us saying a word.
I felt I ought to do something, but it was my first time and I had no idea what that something was. So I gathered my courage and opened my mouth.
"N-Nuna... the truth is, I've never done this before. It's my first time..."
"...I know."
She gave a faint smile. As if she understood everything...
Why had I told her that? Partly to confess that I didn't know what I was doing — but partly, if I'm honest, because I'd quietly hoped to hear her say the same thing.
The words I'd hoped for never came.
"...I'll teach you."
It wasn't her first time.
It was true I'd hoped for it — but I hadn't desperately wanted it. No, honestly, it wouldn't have mattered either way.
A woman like her couldn't possibly have been inexperienced...
We caressed each other, and little by little we shed our clothes until nothing remained.
The sight of her dazzling bare body under the bright light made my head swim.
So unlike her innocent face — a body that was devastatingly sexy...
Her surprisingly full breasts trembling faintly beneath my touch, her waist nipping in slender and taut... and, spread before my eyes for the very first time in my life, the dark hair of a woman and her pussy...
Her pussy wasn't the beautiful vision I'd imagined in my dreams, but that didn't matter one bit.
Our caresses grew so heated that sweat sheened both our bodies.
My cock — resting in Gayoon's soft hand by now, though truthfully it had been rock-hard long before that — stood swollen and aching.
I crouched before her as she parted her slender legs, and let her soft fingers guide my cock to where it needed to go.
"Ah... mm..."
The moment my cock slid into her pussy, a sweet moan spilled from her lips.
"Move... now. Go on."
At her word I began to move my hips — but before I'd managed more than a few strokes, I slipped right out of her.
"Not like that. Move your hips slowly, nice and easy... Put it back in. Hold that... thing, rub it around in little circles first, and then push it in... Aaahhhnn...!"
My cock glided back inside her pussy.
The heat that wrapped around me... It was nothing — nothing — like jerking off alone to porn, fantasizing about her.
"Move slowly... mm, ahh... yes. Just like that..."
Her tongue kept flicking wetly over her lips. And then her long, slender legs wound around my waist.
That did it. An unbearable pleasure crashed over me, and without meaning to, I shuddered and came deep inside her pussy.
"Nu... Nuna...!! Ugh...!"
"Ah... a-already?"
"I... I think so."
Gayoon stared at my sheepish reply with a stunned expression — and seeing her face, I blurted out an apology before I knew what I was doing.
"I-I'm sorry."
At my clumsy apology, her flustered look melted into a soft, amused laugh. Then she drew me lightly into her arms and spoke in a warm voice.
"Wow, you came fast. It's fine — why are you apologizing for a thing like that? We can just do it again next time..."
Her voice was sweet.
"Still... it's dangerous if it's inside, so next time let's be sure to use protection, okay?"
And so my first experience ended — far, far too quickly.
After that came an unbroken string of days spent exploring her body. Once Gayoon and I had slept together for the first time, we began spending more and more of our time at her little off-campus apartment — and every time, we had sex.
More often than not we'd stumble through her door and fall upon each other, forgetting even to switch on the air conditioner. In the beginning, I'd enter her and last only a few strokes before finishing — over and over again.
And through all my early finishes, she never once showed a hint of irritation.
"It happens to anyone. You'll only get better."
She'd smile and always fold me into a warm embrace.
And the more we made love, the longer I began to last.
"Ahhn... aaahhh...! Ch... Cheolsoo... ahhh... yes... it feels so good...!"
I loved hearing the moans spill from her lips. Fired by a sense of duty to bring pleasure to the woman I loved — a beauty I could have proudly shown off anywhere in the world — I threw myself into moving my hips.
I lasted longer now than I had that first time... though perhaps, for her, it was still never quite enough.
Looking back on it now,
whenever I lay there savoring the afterglow of my release, a flicker of something like disappointment would cross her face — there and gone, there and gone. Why couldn't I see it then...?
When summer break arrived, I went with her on an MT — one of those membership-training retreats Korean universities throw for their students. Not the whole department's, though; this one was for the third-years, her classmates. I told her to go and have a good time, that I'd be fine, but she insisted, hard, that I come along.
"Won't it be awkward... if I'm there?"
"It's fine. You're my boyfriend, aren't you?"
Up against that smile, I had no choice but to tag along to a retreat full of third-years.
I should never have gone there.
The MT itself was wonderful. Between Gayoon's thoughtfulness and the seniors treating me without a trace of awkwardness, I had a genuinely good time. We all splashed around in the valley stream together and enjoyed ourselves immensely.
And then came that evening...
That evening. The evening everything went wrong...
Just as the drinking was getting underway, a group of unfamiliar men turned up at our condo.
"Ooh~ now who's this!"
The male seniors back from their military service lit up at the sight of the four men crowding through the door, arms laden with bottles.
They were seniors who'd already graduated.
"Word was you lot were doing your MT out here, so we came running the second we heard! You been keeping well?"
"Sunbae, hello!"
"Hello, sunbae."
Greetings rang out from every corner of the room.
At the arrival of these much-older seniors, I rose from my seat to greet them as well. And from behind me, Gayoon stood clutching the hem of my t-shirt in a tight fist...
"It's an honor to meet you, sunbae-nim."
"And who's this? Ooh~ Gayoon's here too!"
"Yes, sir! Kim Cheolsoo — freshman!"
I introduced myself at ramrod attention, but they couldn't have cared less; the moment they spotted Gayoon standing behind me, their faces broke into delighted grins.
Gayoon acknowledged them with only the barest dip of her head. Nothing like the bright, unfailingly polite greeting she always wore — but back then, nothing about it struck me as strange.
"This is... my boyfriend..."
She said it while easing me forward in front of her.
"Boyfriend?!"
They looked me up and down, visibly taken aback.
And so the drinking party carried on with the graduated seniors among us.
The party games began, the glasses started making their rounds, and one by one everyone's buzz deepened into drunkenness. I was singled out in every single game as the youngest, and in almost no time I'd drunk far more than I ever did normally. The graduated sunbaes in particular were merciless about it, filling my penalty glasses with soju right to the brim and egging on every punishment.
Gayoon, determined to shield me, downed my glass for me several times in my stead — and she, too, began to slip steadily into drunkenness.
And so we drank, and drunk, we fell asleep.
Our MT was being held at a forest recreation area: one condo where the whole group drank together, and a second booked, at least in name, as the women's lodging. But everyone was far gone, men and women alike, and we'd all passed out where we fell, sprawled across the living room floor of the drinking condo with the cool mountain breeze drifting through.
Then, in the deepest hour of the night, I woke with a burning thirst.
I fished a water bottle off the living room floor, gulped it down, and checked the time. It was already creeping toward four in the morning.
And Gayoon — who should have been asleep right beside me — was nowhere to be seen.
Had she gone over to the women's condo? I tilted my head, looking across the footpath at the women's building. Under the light of the full moon, every lamp inside was out.
It was the women's lodging; other female seniors might be inside, so I couldn't very well barge over on my own.
Just as I was puzzling over it, a small voice drifted over from that far building — and I knew exactly where Gayoon was.
"Stop it, come on!"
Her voice, floating over from the women's condo across the trail...
What was going on?
I opened the front door and crossed the dark footpath toward the women's condo. Without quite knowing why, I killed even the sound of my own footsteps, eased their door open without a whisper, and slipped inside. Somehow, it felt like the thing to do.
If only I had made noise then. If only I had called out her name...
Across the living room, the door of the small back room stood slightly ajar, a thin blade of light spilling through the gap.
"Ah, seriously! I told you to stop it!"
Gayoon's voice. Unmistakable.