Amateur vs. Amateur
Choa spread her legs wide with a bold, defiant air. She’d said it with such bravado, claiming it was no big deal, but I could see her inner thighs twitching intermittently—a telltale sign of her embarrassment. Her rounded toes were curling restlessly, and her hands were gripped tight, bunching up the bedsheets. "Are you really allowed to look?"
Sometimes, when Choa tries to solve a problem, she takes these wild, reckless risks. I couldn't help but think this was one of those moments. Naturally, I wanted to push those pink panties aside. I was curious to see the real thing, too. I wanted to spread those plump labia and see the soft, pink flesh hidden within. But at the same time, I was worried. I’d barely managed to keep my composure during our kissing; if I saw Choa’s pussy now, would I be able to hold onto the reins of my reason at all? What worried me most was what would happen afterward. I could already see the awkwardness that would follow.
"We’ve bathed together before, so what’s the big deal?"
That was ages ago... back when we were just kids. Once the boundaries between our genders started to become clear, we stopped doing that. Or rather, we couldn't do it anymore.
"Are you seriously feeling self-conscious?" Choa lifted her hips slightly, thrusting her crotch forward as if to say, Look closer. "I don't mind showing you at all."
I frowned. Her words rubbed me the wrong way. It meant she didn't think of me as a man at all. "Oh, is that so?" I felt a flicker of irritation. She’d been all over me, tangling her tongue with mine, and she’d even seen my penis—the fact that she didn't see me as a man even a little bit didn't sit well with me.
"Then I won't hold back."
I positioned myself in front of her, pressing down on her thighs to keep them from closing. When I gripped the soft flesh of her inner thighs, Choa flinched. "Show me yourself."
"What?"
"Pull your panties to the side and show me yourself."
"Why should I?"
"My hands are occupied right now." I kneaded her thighs. Unlike the smooth outer skin, the inner flesh was incredibly soft. "You could just let go."
"My hands are stuck to your thighs; I can't."
"That's bullshit."
"Show me. If you show me, I’ll take mine out and show you after."
Choa pressed her lips together, hesitating, before giving a small nod. "...Fine." It seemed she really did want to see my penis. She was that desperate to see the real thing.
"Ugh..." After a moment of hesitation, Choa pushed her panties to the side. The fabric that had been hugging her shape was pulled away, revealing the plump pussy I’d only ever seen in photos. Choa tucked the panties to the side to keep them in place; thanks to her plump labia majora, they stayed put quite well.
In a word, Choa’s pussy looked delicious. It had that heart-shaped mole, just as I’d seen. The flesh near the crevice, which was tightly shut as if shy, was flushed with a peach-colored hue. A tiny, shy sprout of a clitoris peeked out from the top of the slit.
"Spread it and show me."
"What?"
"I said spread your pussy and show me."
Choa’s eyes widened. "Pu, pu, pussy...?" She stammered as if she’d heard something she shouldn't have. She was acting shy all of a sudden, despite the fact that she loved reading erotic doujinshi.
"Then what should I call it if not a pussy?"
"Hii...!"
I blew a puff of air onto her pussy. The already tightly sealed crevice clamped shut even tighter. "Th... that’s true, but..."
"Is the legendary Yu Choa actually shy?" I laughed teasingly, and Choa shot me a venomous glare.
"Fine...! I’ll spread it and show you, okay...!?"
Choa hooked her index and middle fingers into the crevice of her pussy and slowly pulled them apart. Her plump labia majora parted, and her light pink labia minora spread like butterfly wings. In the center was a tiny hole—Choa’s pussy hole.
"It's throbbing like crazy."
At my words, Choa tensed her lower abdomen. The hole, which had been pulsing like it was breathing, tightened and vanished from sight. And then, as she strained her lower abdomen, a clear liquid began to leak from within, as if her insides were tightening. I’d never seen it in person before, but based on all the information I’d accumulated over the years, I knew this was arousal fluid.
"Choa, your pussy is leaking."
"It's... it's just sweat..."
"Do women sweat from there, too?"
"Yeah... women sweat from there too..."
It was a cliché among clichés. The pattern where an aroused girl is too embarrassed to admit she’s leaking fluid, so she blames it on sweat.
"Are you done now?" Choa took her hands off her pussy, which she’d been shyly holding open.
"Not yet." I shoved Choa backward.
"Wa... wait a second...!" I wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulling her close so she couldn't move. Choa, flipped onto her back, was now completely trapped.
"You got to see mine up close, so I have to see yours up close, too."
Up close, it looked even plumper. I grabbed her pussy as if I were grabbing her by the collar. As I squeezed from both sides, the flesh of her labia puffed up even more, and the crevice grew longer. Through the elongated slit, arousal fluid began to drip out like the juice of a ripe, soft peach.
"Hey...! Park Siho...!" She raised her voice as if she were angry, but she didn't put up any resistance. Every now and then, her pussy would tremble from the sheer embarrassment.
"It's so bouncy."
"Hey...!"
"You touched me, so I have to touch you, too." I kneaded her firm, swollen pussy.
"Hnnng...!" Every time I kneaded it, more fluid leaked out. Choa’s pussy was slick and wet with nectar, like a ripe fruit.
"Do... don't knead it...!" Choa’s voice was thick with heavy breathing. Hearing that made my already rigid penis swell to the point of pain.
"Alright. I won't knead it." Instead, I used both hands to spread her pussy wide. *Squelch.* The fluid stretched into sticky strands as her hole opened up.
"Ugh... I'm... so embarrassed..." Choa’s feelings spilled out. Her face was as red as a tomato, and she covered it with her arms. I didn't think that would make her any less embarrassed.
"Honestly, it looks even prettier in person."
"Wh, what...?"
"Your face is pretty, your pussy is pretty—is there any part of you that isn't pretty?"
"Do... do you think I’d feel good hearing that...?"
Throb, throb. Her pussy hole pulsed as if it were feeling good. I’ll say it again: my childhood friend is truly, pathetically bad at lying.
"Now... it's my turn...!" Choa, who had been offering no resistance, suddenly shook her pelvis. Freed from my restraint, she kicked my chest with her foot.
"Argh...!" She kicked so hard I fell backward.
"As promised, show me yours now."
Choa, panting heavily, climbed on top of me. Because I’d fallen backward, my T-shirt had ridden up, and I could feel the soft skin of Choa’s buttocks against my stomach. And the slick moisture, too.
"You take it out and look. I’ll stay still."
Choa turned around. Whoa... Her firm, bouncy buttocks were thrust right toward my face. Because her panties were still pushed to the side, her pussy, glistening with dew-like arousal fluid, was right in front of my face. And her cute little anus, too. She didn't seem to realize it, but she was thrusting the two most embarrassing parts of a woman right into my face.
Slide, slide. Choa pulled down my pants.
"Argh...!" As she pulled down my underwear, my penis, which had been trapped inside, sprang out and struck something. I knew instinctively what it was. My stiff, erect penis had hit Choa’s chin.
"It’s... seriously, ridiculously huge..." Choa grabbed my penis like a handle. As soon as I felt her touch, it twitched.
"Kuh..." Just feeling someone else’s touch was an overwhelming sensation for a virgin; the stimulation was too intense.
"What? Are you twitching just from me grabbing it?" I heard Choa’s playful voice. Since all I could see was her buttocks, it felt like her ass was the one talking to me.
"Park Siho, you're such an amateur." The girl who had been stammering just moments ago had regained her composure now that she held the upper hand.
"You're showing your virginity way too much... Hiiik!"
When I grabbed her twitching pussy, Choa’s buttocks jumped.
"Who are you calling an amateur?"
"Hey...! It’s my turn now...! Hnng!"
"You're the amateur here."
"Ah... haa... th, this...!"
We called each other amateurs while fondling each other’s genitals. This didn't feel like the realm of childhood friends anymore... but let’s not think about the details.
"Hnn... you're leaking pre-cum all over the place... ugh... you know."
"You're... haa... leaking arousal fluid too, you know... haa..."
We tormented each other’s genitals as if we were competing. The touches that had been cautious just moments ago were becoming increasingly bold. Choa began to shake my penis as if she were giving me a handjob, and I used two fingers to spread her pussy, teasing the clitoris hidden under the hood with my fingertips.
"Wait... haa... wait... stop...! Haa... stop...!"
Choa, who had been shaking my penis, gripped it tightly and began to tremble. She arched her back, her buttocks heaving.
"Haaaaa...!"
Proving she was an amateur pussy, she pulsed her urethra and sprayed her juices. Hot liquid poured onto my face. It was something that should have been unpleasant, but it didn't feel that way at all.
"Huu... ugh... haa..." Choa gasped for air. Her buttocks were trembling violently. Arousal fluid dripped down, drop by drop.