The First Kiss That Wasn't
It wasn't my first kiss, but it was my first kiss. I hadn't drunk a potion of courage, yet I pushed Siho forward with a boldness that felt like I was drunk. The hardest part is always the first word. Once you break that seal, the words pour out like water flowing—or more accurately, like a dam that’s been opened, releasing a torrent. My dam had been open ever since I asked him to sleep over for the first time in ages. It goes without saying, but that was an impulsive decision.
Seeing a man and a woman under a streetlamp, making those slurping sounds as they swapped tongues, I felt a mix of envy. A strong desire to kiss like that led my feet. ...And well, I had just obtained a One-Day Slave Pass. Siho couldn't refuse my order to sleep together. As soon as we made the plans, I went home and showered thoroughly. Harboring a faint hope that we might cross the line today, I scrubbed with body wash and applied lotion until my G-Spot—no, until my entire body smelled like flowers. And then, I put on the lingerie Yesol had given me for my birthday last year. It had been sleeping in my closet... I never imagined I’d actually wear it today.
Siho’s face when he saw me in my lingerie was hilarious. His mouth hung open like an idiot. His eyes couldn't look away from me. No matter how much Siho treats me like a guy friend, a man is a man in the end. When he asked, "What would you do if I had romantic feelings for you?" my heart gave a massive jolt. I was so blindsided by that counter-punch that I couldn't even react.
Just as my "happy circuit" started spinning, thinking, "Could it be...?" Siho brushed it off, saying he was just kidding.
"No count, right?"
"No count."
As soon as the words left his lips, Siho’s face began to draw closer. Really... we’re really doing this... I clasped my hands together as if in prayer and squeezed my eyes shut. A childhood friend’s kiss. This isn't romance. So, it’s not a first kiss. If I had to define it, it’s a rehearsal for a future first kiss. ...What a load of crap. At that moment, Siho’s lips overlapped with mine.
I tilted my head to the side and ground my lips against his, deeply. I was clumsily mimicking what I’d seen in dramas and movies. Even as I rubbed my lips against Choa’s, I wondered if this was the right way to do it. But who cares? The important thing is that we are kissing right now. It’s soft. Maybe my lips were dry, but Choa’s felt incredibly moist. That was my first impression of this kiss. I don't know about the taste, but there was a faint, refreshing scent of mint.
"Slurp... mmm... chuh..."
Choa sucked on my lips like a baby nursing. Thanks to the devoted service of her moist, soft lips, mine became wet too, and we stuck together stickily as if we were about to become one. It was the moment I tried to pull away to catch my breath. Just as our sticky lower lips were about to part, "Mmph...!" something soft tried to wedge its way between my lips. I almost reflexively pulled my head back. I barely managed to maintain my composure. The water had already been spilled. The lips were already grinding. There was no turning back from either. I continued.
While I was kissing her imagining a romance movie, Choa seemed to be kissing me while imagining an adult film, swirling her tongue around in a lewd, circular motion. Because of that, the area around my mouth was covered in Choa’s saliva. To respond to her tongue, which moved as if performing a mating dance, I carefully stuck my own tongue out.
"Hngh...!"
Our tongue tips touched. Choa shuddered as if she’d been electrocuted and wiggled her hips. I pulled Choa’s waist toward me. Choa wrapped both arms around my neck. And then, she sucked on my tongue, licking it with devotion. "Mmm... chuh... slurp..."
From the moment we started swapping tongues, this was no longer just a greeting between childhood friends. I know that. But I decided to pretend I didn't. Because if I don't enjoy this moment now, I don't know when I'll be able to enjoy it again. Knowing that Choa is a lewd girl who likes dirty things, I think of what we’re doing now as a process of satisfying Choa’s lewd curiosity. Only I, her Childhood Friend, can satisfy that.
"Slurp... chuh... mmm..."
With a persistence that bordered on obsessive, Choa clung to my tongue. I was starting to run out of breath. I licked her upper lip once and slowly pulled away. A sticky thread of saliva stretched out like a string. Even though I’d pulled my head back quite a bit, the saliva didn't break, connecting my lips to Choa’s. After I let out a few ragged breaths, it finally snapped.
Choa was sticking her tongue out slightly, as if still lost in the lingering sensation of the kiss. Her eyes, unfocused and hazy, were looking up at me deeply. Since she hadn't been able to breathe either, her face was flushed red.
"How was it?" I unwound Choa’s arms from my neck. "Do you think you understand how that couple felt?"
"Hah... hah..."
Choa couldn't answer easily and just gasped for air. Every time she breathed, her chest heaved up and down. I suppressed the urge to grab her breasts tightly. "...I don't know."
Choa pushed me to the side and, as if switching positions, climbed on top of me. "I think I need to do it one more time to know." With that, Choa cupped my cheeks and started the kiss all over again. We bit and sucked on each other’s tongues. Hot breaths tickled our faces. The humid air made the bedroom heat up. We kissed, and kissed again, and kept on kissing. As if possessed by a ghost who died without ever having kissed, we swapped tongues until saliva was dripping down our chins. But I couldn't just stay there only kissing with our tongues. I was trying to control my base desires. I wanted to grab Choa’s breasts firmly. I wanted to leave red handprints on her bouncy buttocks. And further than that, I wanted to shove my cock into Choa’s pussy and fuck her hard. She didn't seem to realize it, but every time Choa, who was on top of me, moved, her crotch was pressing hard against my lower half. Because of that stimulation, a dark desire to go beyond just kissing was bubbling up uncontrollably.
"Haa... haa... fu..."
Choa lay on top of me, breathing heavily. Her breasts were rubbing against my chest. Even though we were both dressed, I could feel their volume and soft texture. "How is it now?"
I lightly pulled on the waist of Choa, who was resting her head on my chest. "I think I understand a little... I don't know about being 'ecstatic' yet... but... the feeling is... well... it's alright... I guess..."
I understood perfectly. The couple under the streetlamp who were lost in their own world while kissing—while we were kissing, I, too, had been completely absorbed in my own time, just like them. I glanced at the time and saw an hour had passed. We had been biting and sucking on each other’s tongues for nearly an hour. Only now did I feel my jaw aching and my lips tingling.
"But... Park Siho..."
"Yeah?"
"Is this... hard because of me?"
Choa moved her hips up and down, pressing against my cock, which was stiffly erect in my crotch. I had been trying hard to ignore it... but my cock swelled up, straining as if it were about to tear through my pants. "It’s a physiological phenomenon."
"Do you have periods too?"
"Not that kind of period, you idiot."
"I know. I was just joking."
Choa moved her body gently, rubbing her crotch against my hard lower half. It felt just like she was giving me foreplay. "So, is it hard because of me?"
If you had to call it a disadvantage of being a man—unlike women, it’s way too easy to tell when a man is sexually aroused. Seeing a cock standing stiffly makes it obvious to anyone that he’s turned on. On the other hand, it’s hard to tell with the naked eye for women. It shows in their behavior, but if they aren't acting on it, there’s no sign of arousal.
"Why, if I say it’s hard because of you, are you going to offer me your pussy?"
"Should I?"
"What?"
I paused and looked at Choa. This level of lewd talk was something we usually did as jokes. Just like how Choa often joked about "giving me a hand." However, it was inappropriate to use in a situation where such a strange, heavy atmosphere was flowing.
"Why are you... why are you taking it so seriously...! Obviously, I was joking!" Realizing it herself, she made a hasty excuse. "Why would I be crazy enough to spread my pussy for you?"
"Who said anything?"
"I’d rather use a dildo; your cock wouldn't even work as a biological dildo."
"I’m asking, who said anything?"
She was rambling. Choa wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and climbed off me. "Yeah, sleeping in a single bed together is a bad idea. I’m going home to sleep. Bye-bye."
Like someone with an urgent matter, Choa left behind a quick goodbye and scurried back home. She was the one who brought it up, so why is she the one acting the most flustered? "Haa............"
I stared blankly at the ceiling, my arms and legs sprawled out. The first kiss. The hot, lingering sensation remained, making my lips tingle. If there was one regrettable thing, it was that while I was mentally very satisfied, I was physically completely unsatisfied. My erection showed no signs of going down. I guess I’ll have to jerk off and get one out. I reached my hand down. "Huh?"
Moisture felt at my fingertips. The area below was damp. The moisture had soaked through my pants. It wasn't that I had peed myself while leaking pre-cum during the kiss. My underwear was only slightly sweaty, but other than that, it was dry. "Then... this is..."
The fluid secreted from a woman’s vagina when she feels sexual arousal. Arousal fluid. Just before sexual intercourse, a woman’s body instinctively lubricates the vagina with fluid to prepare to swallow a cock. It seems... I wasn't the only one who got turned on while kissing. Choa had been drooling from above, and she had been dripping from below as well.