The First Time
In high school, Baek Jiyeon worked a rather unusual part-time job. All she had to do was study, steadily, at the Study Café. That was the whole of it.
She had taken it on a close friend's recommendation, and the pay, far more than she had expected, came as a surprise. The owner covered every expense her studies required—reference books, online lectures, even a laptop. He went further still, promising her a permanent seat in a private room and telling her to set her mind at ease and think of nothing but studying.
His only other request was that she tell no one she was doing work like this.
At first Jiyeon suspected a scam. As time passed, the suspicion gave way to gratitude. Money had always been tight at home, and she was happy: free to study without worry, and, now and then, to go on dates with Doyun.
The owner wanted only one thing from her. Study hard, and get into a good university.
One fact still snagged at her. Not once had Jiyeon met the owner face to face. She knew neither his name nor his face, and she did not even have his number. Calls from him always came through the part-time manager, so all she could do was listen.
Months went by that way.
Jiyeon still had not realized the truth. In that private room, the sight of her studying was being recorded live. Cameras, hidden with care, were filming her as she worked.
At some point the manager began, half in the open and half not, to ask things of her. The days were hot, he suggested—she might come tomorrow in something cooler. Whenever she arrived he bought her coffee and angled, with obvious effort, for a meal together.
Jiyeon had no intention of giving him so much as a crack to slip through. If she could keep living this way, it was thanks to the owner, not the manager. The man circling the edges of her life and pretending at closeness was a nuisance, but he had never actually treated her unfairly, and so she went on with her studies without any real complaint.
Jiyeon said she had recently started a new part-time job. She was a fitting model for a small shop that specialized in women's clothing, a position she had picked up through a chance introduction.
Her voice came through the phone, bright with pride.
I was the one living on an allowance, and I wanted to do everything for her, but she wouldn't have it. On every date she firmly stopped me from spending money as if it were nothing. It wasn't good, she said, for one person in a couple to come to lean too hard on the other for money.
Part of me loved that about her. Unlike me, she always knew how to say what she thought without flinching, and I liked her for it. So, for the first time, I found my courage.
We had been together a long time, and still we had no experience. Even after we came of age, time kept passing with us just as unripe about sex as before.
No. That wasn't really it.
Maybe I had been afraid. A vague fear that, when the day finally came for my first time with Jiyeon, I might lose my nerve.
The moment I pictured Jiyeon saying those things in front of me, my cock stood rigid against my underwear.
Save it... for me? That meant...
I had only imagined my first time with Jiyeon, and already a fierce pleasure washed through me.
The moment I ended the call, I opened my messages. A new notification was waiting in the chat.
The instant I opened it, a photo came up.
At first I thought it was only a selfie, her face pulled into some playful look. Then I looked lower. With one hand Jiyeon had drawn the neck of her T-shirt down long and low, and inside it a portion of her breasts, and her stomach, showed faintly.
"Wh—!"
I had known her breasts were large, but... Ah. All this time I had been a fool, hugging her the way a child buries himself in his mother's arms.
The photo would not leave my head. In the end I lay awake until the small hours, trying to quiet the heat, and never managed to sleep.
The next day we went on our date as planned, and at a bar we poured out everything we had been holding back. Jiyeon, scolding me for how hard she had been enduring it, was unbearably cute. Afterward we shuffled, awkward for no good reason, into a motel.
While I waited for her to finish washing, my thoughts would not stop.
From here on, I'm seeing it through. I'm becoming a man. Hong Doyun!
...But what did that star lecturer say to do first?
Ah—check the condom! I brought them, but where do I put them? Under the pillow? No, then I might not be able to reach...
"Were you waiting?"
Just then Jiyeon came out of the bathroom in a white bathrobe. Her cheeks were flushed red, and at the sight of them I couldn't rein in the pounding of my heart.
"What do we... do now?"
"I-I don't know...."
"Should we start with a kiss...?"
Right after that, my thoughts stopped cold. She sat down beside me as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and we kissed.
After a brief kiss she took my hand and guided it to the tie at her waist.
"How was that photo yesterday? Didn't you want to see? My body."
"I did. Honestly, I barely slept."
"Then take it off yourself. With your own hands, Doyun."
With trembling fingers I pulled the tie. Jiyeon, her face just as flushed as mine, slowly peeled my robe away as well.
The knot gave with a soft tug. The robe fell open to either side, and Jiyeon's pale naked body was laid bare. A drop of water she hadn't quite dried slid down the slight cleft of her breasts, traveled the smooth line of her abdomen, and soaked into her pubic hair.
Faced with a body that beautiful, I swallowed hard. She let out a quiet laugh, stripped my robe the rest of the way off, and sat me down on the bed.
"So this is Doyun's... cock. It's the first time I've seen it for real."
Curiosity seemed to take her. She fiddled with the head of it, and that alone was enough to draw precum from the tip. Surprise crossed her face. Then she began to stroke the shaft, gently, wrapping the whole of me in one hand and working me with a light, careful touch.
"Jiyeon, kh— wait, just a second...!"
It wasn't long before I lost to the pleasure and came, shuddering. A handjob, and I had finished, pathetically.
Jiyeon caught all of my semen in her palm, then, curious, tasted a little. She stuck out her tongue and wrinkled her face.
"It's a little bitter."
Instead of wiping her hand clean, she dribbled a bit of lubricant over the semen and brought that hand to her clit.
"...Now touch my body too."
With a trembling hand I touched her. She was soft, and more than anything her breasts swayed lightly each time she moved.
We pressed close again, as if it were natural. While I caressed her, Jiyeon stroked my cock upward, coaxing it back to hardness.
"Hn.... Doyun, it feels good...."
She let out faint moans and kept building the feeling. When she was heated enough at last, she stopped the foreplay.
I tore a condom open in a daze. Jiyeon lay face-down on the bed, hips bare.
The moment I pushed inside her for the first time, it felt so good my thighs trembled. I lay over her and tried to move my hips.
Moving only the hips, the way I had seen in that star lecturer's video, was not as easy as it looked. Still, as I kept thrusting, Jiyeon seemed to find the rhythm, and she began to roll her hips slowly along with mine.
"Ahhh.... Jiyeon, I'm— again...!"
At a pleasure I had never known, I hit my peak once more before I meant to. Something puzzled crossed Jiyeon's face, but she soon rolled a fresh condom onto me herself.
"Doyun. Want to lie back on the bed? This time I'll move."
She climbed onto my thighs and clasped both my hands. I was on my back, but we looked at each other, and something passed between us.
As it grew harder and harder for me to hold back, she began to rub her clit with her fingers, pressing down firm.
"Hnngh.... Nnh. Do— Doyun... Doyun!"
She bit her lip hard, as if trying to keep the moans in. The rise and fall grew gradually rougher, and my vision went hazy, as if my mind might fly apart.
Jiyeon's hips gave a light jump, and her entrance twitched as if in spasm. At the same moment I reached my third climax.
That was where my first time ended.
Jiyeon seemed satisfied, but I was bitterly sorry that every time she tried to do something, I came so helplessly. Sorry enough to feel ashamed.
"Don't say that. I liked it plenty, you know? This only made us closer."
She looked at me with gentle eyes. We kissed again, then fell asleep in each other's arms.