The Morning After
I couldn’t stay in Siho’s bed any longer and fled back to my apartment.
Thump-thump, thump-thump! My heart was beating so violently that it actually felt painful in my chest. I tightly gripped my breasts, feeling my nipples hard and erect beneath my touch. The frantic, pounding rhythm of my heart melted straight into the palm of my hand.
"I've gone crazy..." I gently traced my lips. My mouth was dry and sticky. And they stung. The lingering aftertaste of my first kiss was still vividly alive. I didn’t know exactly how long we had been rubbing our lips together, biting, and sucking on each other, but my lips felt slightly swollen—as if we had been kissing for an eternity.
Right... We had kissed until our lips swelled up.
"Ugh...!" My face, already burning hot, flushed a deep, intense crimson. Standing dazed in front of the front door while mindlessly touching my lips, I suddenly dashed toward my bed. I threw myself onto the mattress and buried my face deep into the pillow.
"Kyaaaaaaaah!" I kicked my legs wildly against the bed. This was insane. Completely insane.
"Me... with Siho... Kyaaaaah...!" I screamed with joy. Worried that Siho next door might hear me, I muffled my ecstatic shrieks directly into the pillow. I couldn't believe things had gone this incredibly well! I was still utterly dumbfounded.
Sharing a bed to sleep was well within our comfort zone. We used to sleep together all the time when we were kids, and even now, we routinely used each other as human pillows without a second thought. Skinship was never an issue. But a kiss is different!
Sure, it's a form of skinship, but if I actually sat down to think about whether it fell within a platonic boundary... It didn't. No, it absolutely couldn't. Even if we were fifteen-year childhood friends who had seen the absolute best and worst of each other, kissing should have been impossible.
And yet, it wasn't! Under the guise of being childhood friends, we had kissed. We rubbed our lips together, mingled our tongues, and sucked on each other with wet, sloppy noises.
"What is this? Seriously, what is going on?" Though we had stuck by each other's side for years, I realized I had absolutely no idea what my childhood friend was actually thinking. Judging by his usual behavior, he didn't seem to have a single romantic feeling toward me. He had even said so out loud.
But... we kissed. And his cock had been rock-hard, relentlessly poking against my groin. Every time Siho's dick prodded me, a tight tension coiled in my lower belly, making my pussy twitch. If I had been alone, I would have immediately slid my hand inside my panties to pinch my clitoris. Instead, I had subtly shifted my hips, secretly rubbing my pussy against the bulging outline of Siho's dick through his pants.
Frottage. Dry humping. Just that alone had made my pussy gush and overflow with wetness.
"Ah... right." I slid my panties off.
"Ugh..." Drenched in my arousal, the underwear felt thick, sticky, and damp. This was ridiculous... My panties were soaked far more thoroughly than they ever were after watching the most hardcore porn.
"If I hadn't run away..." We might have completely crossed the line and actually had sex. Siho's dick inside my pussy... Just imagining it made my entrance throb and twitch.
Back then, I had shocked myself, too. 'Want me to give you some pussy?' The words had bypassed my brain and slipped right out of my mouth. I had laughed it off as a joke, but if Siho had pushed me harder, telling me to spread my legs, I would have gladly opened wide and let my pussy stretch open for him.
"Ahhh! Why did I run away then?! Why?! Yu Choa, you total idiot!" Belated regret washed over me. I thrashed around on the bed, aggressively tearing at my hair. If I had just kept that momentum going, we probably would have gone all the way.
"Sigh..." After flailing around for a while, all the energy drained from my body.
"Still..." I slid my hand down and began to massage my pussy, which was slick and wet with my own juices. With every squeeze, the sweet honeyed fluids from deep inside my tract spilled out, dampening the bedsheets.
"...Maybe there will be another chance?" If he didn't have romantic feelings for me yet, I just had to make him catch them. We were too comfortable with each other. Being comfortable wasn't a bad thing, but because we viewed each other so naturally, he might have just never considered me in a romantic light.
So, it was finally time to gradually step out of the childhood friend zone. If I stayed paralyzed by the fear of ruining our current relationship, we would be stuck in this exact spot forever. Just like today. By being bold. By mustering up some courage. I could break out of this 'more than friends, less than lovers' limbo.
Outside the window, the sky slowly began to bleed into a pale blue. In the end, I greeted the morning without having slept a single wink. My mind was in such a chaotic pretzel that sleep was entirely out of the question.
A kiss. And my first kiss, at that. She claimed it was just a greeting between childhood friends, but could anyone honestly call that a greeting? The moment you intertwine tongues and swap spit, it ceases to be a greeting. It wasn't an ambiguous gray area—it was just straight-up kissing.
The real problem was... why? Why did Choa suddenly ask to kiss? I couldn't come up with a clear answer. Choa started acting strange on our way home, right after she saw a couple intensely making out under a streetlamp. From that moment on, she grew quiet, and the air between us turned deeply awkward.
"Did seeing that make her horny?" Maybe it was simple. Just like Choa said at first, she might have just been curious about what kissing felt like and wanted to try it out. No hidden motives—just pure, unadulterated curiosity.
Looking back, Choa always did have an eccentric streak when it came to her curiosity. It was the same back in middle school. When hair first started growing down there, she became fascinated by how guys developed and asked me to show her. Back then, I had pulled down my pants for her, and Choa had lifted her skirt in return so we could inspect each other's genitals.
In high school, she was completely shocked when a friend told her people could have sex through their butt cheeks. Driven to verify if it was true, she dragged me into exploring adult sites together. When she saw a Black man's massive dick plunging into a white woman's anus, Choa had gagged in absolute horror.
'Ugh, gross! What the hell is that...!' She had turned it off in pure revulsion. For the record, that very same Choa had now grown up to thoroughly enjoy hardcore porn. She watched anal sex without batting an eye these days. In fact, she’d occasionally text me late at night saying: 'Send over some porn clips where a massive monster dick destroys an asshole.'
"Yeah, she was probably just curious." Thinking about it that way brought peace of mind. Right at that moment—
Beep! Beep-beep-beep-beep! The sound of the front door digital lock echoed through the apartment.
"Uh, wait—!" Flipping into a panic, I scrambled around the floor to pick up the crumpled tissues scattered around my bed. They were the tissues stained with the semen I had shot last night after using Choa's pictures as a side dish. I threw them into the trash can and yanked my pants up.
Chime! Safe by the skin of my teeth.
"Oh, you're awake?" Choa walked boldly into the bedroom. Despite what had happened last night, there wasn't a hint of awkwardness radiating from her.
Figures. It really must have been out of pure curiosity. It was honestly a little irritating... Here I was, tossing and turning all night, agonizing over it without a wink of sleep.
"What are you doing here so early?" Today was the weekend. Usually, Choa would sleep until the sun was high in the sky on weekends. Around lunchtime, she’d stroll over to my place to eat lunch together, watch a movie or play video games, have dinner, and then head back home late at night. Unless we had other plans, this was our set weekend routine.
Yet, for some reason, she was here at the crack of dawn. And right after that happened. I genuinely thought she'd skip coming over today out of sheer embarrassment.
"Am I not allowed to come early?" "It's not that..." "I'm just coming to my own house." "Cut the crap about it being your house."
Thanks to Choa's usual nonsense, the tense atmosphere thawed out a bit.
"So, what brings you here so early in the morning?" "You always go to work out on weekend mornings, so I came to wake you up."
"Well, aren't you sweet—" "With a morning kiss."
My words cut short, and I stared at Choa with wide, circular eyes. "W-What?"
Choa giggled, clearly finding my reaction hilarious. "A kiss is just a greeting between us, right?" Choa offered a mischievous, sly eye-smile. She took a large step forward, closing the distance between us, and then pushed up onto her tiptoes to plant her lips squarely on mine. Our lips met in a sticky press before slowly pulling apart.
"It's just a greeting, see?" It was bewildering, but... it felt good.
"I-I guess so..." I nodded stiffly, my movements creaking like a broken robot.
"We did kiss a few times when we played house as kids..." "Exactly!" Choa nodded in enthusiastic agreement. "Do you want to greet me back?"
Choa tilted her head up slightly and gently closed her eyes. She hid her hands behind her back and puckered her lips, making herself perfectly available.
Hmm... Ugh, fine. It was just a greeting. Between us, this was normal. We just hadn't been doing it lately. Forcing myself into self-justification, I leaned down and pressed my lips against Choa's.
"Hey, you know what?" "What." "Your face is bright red right now." Choa poked my stomach with her finger. "Are you feeling self-conscious, by any chance?"
She was teasing me. I couldn't check a mirror right now, but if my face was red, it was entirely because of this fluffy, blooming atmosphere that felt straight out of a romance movie.
"It's because it's hot! It's just hot!" I yelled defensively and quickly grabbed my gym bag.
"Heading out to exercise?" "Yeah." "Then I'm coming with you."
As if she had successfully cleared her mission, Choa spun around gracefully. "I'll go change my clothes, so wait up for a bit."
Choa skipped out of the apartment with a light, breezy step.
"...Seriously, what is her deal?" For some reason, I felt like I was being spun right around in the palm of her hand. Unlike me, who was still entirely scrambled by last night's events, Choa seemed completely back to her usual self.
"...Wait, maybe not completely?"