The Practice Partner
I walk down the gym stairs. In the end, I didn't get a proper workout in. I was too self-conscious about the people around me. That was part of it, but more than anything, I couldn't focus. Choa’s skinship has been way too intense today. I’m usually pretty indifferent to most of it, but rubbing her butt against my cock like she did at the gym just now? Even for us, I think that crossed a line. At least, looking at the action itself.
It was an unavoidable consequence of stretching. It wasn't like Choa was grinding her pussy against my cock because she wanted to; the position just made it inevitable. Yeah. At the time, it was unavoidable.
“Hey.”
“Yeah?”
We’re back home, having finished a simple brunch of Subway sandwiches, and we’re both on the bed, glued to our phones. It’s a typical weekend routine. We aren't the type to prefer going out, so we usually spend our weekends cooped up at home, killing time with games, anime, or movies.
“Aren't you uncomfortable?”
Choa has settled right between my legs. She’s leaning back against me, sprawled out as if I were a chair. She fits perfectly into my arms.
“Not uncomfortable at all.”
Choa shakes her head a few times. Every time she moves, the floral scent of her shampoo wafts up. It makes me want to bury my nose in the crown of her head and just breathe it in.
“I’m uncomfortable, though.”
Choa’s slender back is pressed firmly against me. I can feel her body heat through her t-shirt. It’s true—the distance between us feels significantly shorter today.
“You shouldn't be the one saying that. You use my butt as a pillow every chance you get.”
That’s true, too. But that’s a daily occurrence. This position, however, is a first. It feels like something a couple would do while spending a sweet weekend together in their own apartment.
“Stop grumbling and complaining.”
Choa tilts her head back to look up at me. I lower my head to meet her gaze. She gives me a bright, playful smile.
“You’re my personal chair today.”
—*Smack*
“Stay still.”
She stretches her neck out and plants a light kiss on my lips. A quick, playful peck.
“Hey…!”
Just as I’m about to say something about the surprise kiss, Choa goes right back to looking at her phone.
“……”
I’m left speechless. It’s baffling. We aren't even dating, yet she kisses me so naturally. I try to justify it by telling myself, *“We’re childhood friends…”* but I’m not sure if that’s right. Of course, I *could* do it. Regardless of whether I have romantic feelings for Choa, I’m capable of kissing her. Exchanging tongues was unexpected, but if she asked me to, I would have done that too. That’s how unreserved our relationship is.
There’s a clear sense of distance between normal men and women. But for us, as childhood friends, that distance is incredibly ambiguous. Having spent 15 years together, we’ve seen every side of each other—the good, the bad, and the ugly. To put it bluntly, we know more about each other than we do about our own families. I even know that Choa has a heart-shaped mole next to her pussy. I’ve known that since we were in the lower grades of elementary school, back when we used to take baths together.
Anyway, back to the point. Is it okay to kiss just because we’re childhood friends, even if we aren't dating? According to Choa, since there are no romantic feelings, it’s a non-issue. No count. From that perspective…
It’s a serious problem. My lewd childhood friend doesn't know I like her. And it’s not like I can show it, either. Back then, when I asked, *“What if I had romantic feelings for you?”* I can still vividly remember the look on her face. A stiff, disgusted expression. How could I show I like her after seeing that?
I can’t do this, I can’t do that. The best I can do is play along with Choa’s pace. It’s not a difficult thing, nor is it a bad thing. If anything, it’s a good thing for me. And who knows? Maybe if I keep playing along, Choa might start seeing me as a man one day…
I hope that day comes.
“Siho, look at this.”
She thrusts her phone right in front of my face. It’s so close I can’t even read what it says. I pull my head back.
“‘Women… like experienced men…’?”
What Choa was looking at was a dating advice blog. *“Women are drawn to men with rich sexual experience and skill.”* According to the blog, sexual proficiency is a way to prove one’s masculinity. I don't think it’s an expert opinion, but the comments have a high rate of agreement. *“Better to be skilled than a novice.” “There’s a charm to being skilled.”* People are all agreeing with sentiments like that.
“So, what are you trying to say?”
I push the phone aside and look down at her.
“This big sister is worried.”
“About what?”
“That my childhood friend is a total virgin and might get dumped by his future girlfriend for being inexperienced.”
I let out a dry laugh.
“You’re a virgin too, you know.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
Choa acts smug and wiggles her finger.
“Women are drawn to skilled men, but men are even more drawn to inexperienced women.”
“……”
I can’t even argue with that. I agree with her. Everyone has different tastes, so Choa’s words aren't an absolute truth, but they certainly apply to me. I’m a unicorn. I’m a member of the ‘Virgin-Only’ sect.
“So,” she says, turning her body to straddle my lap, facing me. Our groins are pressed so closely together that, if not for the lack of penetration, it would be like we’re having sex in the woman-on-top position. “Should I be your practice partner?”
Choa’s arms wrap around my neck.
“I don't have any other intentions… I’d just feel bad if my childhood friend got dumped by some other girl for being pathetic… so, you should practice in advance… besides… we’re childhood friends… so we can at least kiss, right…?”
She rambles on with an explanation even though I didn't ask. It’s an excuse. She’s just making excuses because she wants to kiss me. We’ve spent years together; I can spot a lie like this instantly. Above all, whenever Choa lies, she rambles just like this.
“I’d be grateful for the help.”
I pull Choa’s waist toward me. Her stomach presses against mine. No matter how I look at it, this distance feels way beyond the boundaries of childhood friends. Still, I use the cheat skill of *“Because we’re childhood friends”* to justify my actions. Choa is doing the same, after all.
“But isn't this bad for you?”
“Why?”
“What if you become my practice partner and I get too skilled? What if I become so sexually proficient that you end up getting dumped by some other guy later?”
Choa smirks as if it’s ridiculous.
“Do you really think I’d get dumped by another guy?”
Her words make me realize how stupid my thought was. Yeah. There’s no way Choa would get dumped. She’s beautiful, has a great body, a great personality—she’s not the type of woman to be dumped just because she’s sexually experienced.
“So stop overthinking it and stick out your tongue.”
I poke my tongue out.
“*Slurp… mmm…*”
Choa clings to me and begins to suck on my tongue. She gently bites my tongue with her soft lips. The tip of her tongue collides with mine.
“*Hrr… chu… chu-up…*”
With her eyes closed, she mixes her tongue with mine deeply. She’s focused entirely on the movement of her tongue, as if she’s completely lost in the kiss. Feeling a bit bad about just receiving, I stroke her waist with my hands.
“*Hnnng…*”
As I stroke her waist, Choa shudders and lets out a coquettish moan. Embarrassed by the sound that slipped out against her will, Choa opens her eyes and looks up at me. Her eyes are half-lidded, and in them, I can see a strong desire for more. I push my tongue between her lips and knead her waist.
“*Huu… chu… chuuu…*”
Choa hugs my neck even tighter. Her breasts are flattened against my chest. I rub every corner of her mouth with my tongue, as if I’m trying to devour her.
“*Puh-ha… hhh…*”
We break apart to catch our breath, both of us panting heavily.
“But how long are we supposed to do this for?”
At my question, Choa wipes the saliva dripping from her lips with the back of her hand and says,
“Until you’re skilled?”
“What’s the standard for ‘skilled’?”
“Hmm…”
Choa twists her lips to the side, thinking hard. To set a standard, you need a comparison group. But since neither of us has any dating experience, we obviously don't have anyone to compare to.
“Wouldn't it be if you can make a girl cum just by kissing?”
If that’s the standard, then I’m already a kiss master. When Choa left after our first kiss, my pants were already soaked with her arousal.
“Did you cum?”
“As if!”
Choa narrows her eyes as if the question is absurd.
“Do you think I’m some kind of pathetic pussy who cums just from a kiss?”
“Aren't you?”
“I am not!”
She punches my shoulder with her fist.
“Anyway, I’ll be your partner until you’re good at it.”
Closing her eyes, Choa lifts her chin and pouts her lips toward me.