118. The Utter Peace of an Overnight Stay
The feeling of staying out overnight was perfectly peaceful, beyond compare. Skin to skin with the person I loved in the warm bathtub. The water splashing around the bathroom provided the perfect background music with every movement. I breathed in deeply, then out. It felt like all the built-up stress and fatigue from the week were washing away.
⋯If only I hadn't held back all week long.
Gyeo-ul placed her hand on my navel and swallowed hard, then let out a long sigh before opening her mouth.
"Why doesn't our place have a bathtub, oppa?"
"No room for one. We'd have to rip out the shower partition to fit it in the bathroom."
"It'd be so nice if we could do this two or three times a week."
"Let's buy one when we start living on our own. The cheap ones aren't that expensive."
I actually liked soaking in the tub with Gyeo-ul so much that I'd looked into it once. They were cheaper than I thought, and I debated getting one, but there was no space. Besides, we'd be moving soon anyway. And if we had one, we might end up doing this every free moment and risk getting caught.
"Ah, when we finally go independent. Let's buy a bathtub and get that too, oppa."
"What?"
"Pads aren't waterproof, so⋯ um. A phone mount at least. I wanna hug like this and watch a movie together."
"That doesn't sound bad."
"For like an hour? Watching a movie while bathing with you⋯."
We chatted about everyday things, relaxing our bodies as much as possible. Ah, this is tough. Really. The soft sensation under the water, mixed with the booze, was driving me insane. Maybe because it was so warm, but my temperature was spiking too.
I brushed her wet hair to one side, exposing her defenseless nape and shoulders—they looked so damn tempting. The moment I unconsciously opened my mouth to take a bite, Gyeo-ul, nestled in my arms, turned to look at me.
"Oppa?"
"Ah, yeah. What."
"You listening to me?"
"I am. I am."
"Don't think dirty thoughts right now."
"Trying not to."
"It's⋯ poking my back?"
"⋯That's why I'm trying not to."
"Really?"
Not liking my effort, apparently, Gyeo-ul pressed even closer, rubbing her back against me teasingly. I gripped the fraying thread of my reason tight and used my arms and legs to restrain her so she couldn't play around. She quieted for a moment, but in the water, she was too slippery to hold.
⋯I'm gonna lose it. I was curious how far I could hold out, so I'd been going along with it, but I didn't expect the limit to come this fast.
"⋯Your breathing's gotten so rough, oppa."
"Whose fault is that?"
"Obviously 'cause you're a⋯ perv."
"And asking a perv to undress you and grinding on him isn't pervy?"
"That's 'cause you always grope my tits and do dirty stuff. ⋯I'm like this because of you."
Her playful gaze swept over me, those eyes so infuriatingly and irresistibly slutty that I wanted to break right then. ⋯Just hold on a bit. Falling for her provocations too easily would hurt my pride. At least until she said yes from her own mouth.
Staring at her wet nape any longer would push me over, so I sank deeper into the water, half-reclining until my shoulders were submerged. This is better. At least I can't see her neck now⋯.
"⋯Oppa."
"Yeah."
"I'm a little cold⋯."
"Why."
"My⋯ tits are floating on the water⋯."
The second she said it, my eyes locked onto her breasts bobbing on the surface. Those always-tempting pink nipples were fully exposed above the water too. I'd been avoiding looking on purpose. Ha, fuck⋯.
"⋯I'm cold, so can you wash them for me instead?"
I bit my lip, trying to hold back. But Gyeo-ul grabbed the hand on her navel, lifted it slightly, then guided it up from her underboob, stroking slowly until she positioned her nipple between my index and middle fingers.
⋯Ah.
Can't hold back from this. She said no sex, but nothing about groping tits.
"I said wash me, not grope."
"This is how you get every crevice clean."
"Liar, oppa. ⋯You said you wouldn't 'cause you're drunk. But look how hard you are. All you wanna do is it."
"⋯I'm not gonna. I just wanna hold you. No real intention."
By now, I was starting to enjoy it too. Honestly, compared to just building atmosphere and fucking normally⋯ this teasing back and forth until we snap was way hotter. Maybe because we're already way past the line we shouldn't cross? "Don't cross the line! Don't cross it!" and then crossing it anyway had become our routine.
"You really won't do it, oppa?"
"Not unless you beg. I'd die first."
To calm myself, I let go of the breast I'd been kneading. Her skin slid smoothly over my cock, which felt ready to burst at a touch, nearly making me slip. Gyeo-ul spun around in the water and climbed on top of me, collapsing forward to stare right into my eyes.
⋯I always notice during showers or baths, but Gyeo-ul looks about twice as pretty when she's wet. Even her cute parts turn all sexy.
"Your eyes look scary, oppa."
"They're always like that."
"Feels like you'll eat me if I don't watch out."
"You know that, so why keep sticking to me?"
"⋯Dunno?"
Instead of a clear answer, she just collapsed fully onto me, hugging tight. Nipples rubbing nipples, navels touching, sideboobs squished and spilling out obscenely from the closeness. ⋯No bullshit, a little hip thrust and I'd cum right now. What do I do.
"⋯Oppa."
"Yeah."
"Have you ever thought about it? What your first time would be like. That kinda thing."
"⋯First experience?"
"Yeah."
Suddenly serious, ditching the playfulness, Gyeo-ul asked while plastered to me. Asking that in this state is foul play. Just imagining it is dangerous. Whether it was my old fantasies or the real first time memory, it'd get me hard as fuck.
"If I tell you, will you tell me yours?"
"Hm⋯ I'll think about it."
"Don't laugh. It's a high school fantasy."
"Okay."
"Marrying someone who loves only me forever."
"⋯After marriage?"
"Yeah. I was into the childhood friend type back then. Someone you've known for ten years, knows everything about you."
That fantasy was packed with all my fetishes from back then for dating and first time. I thought it was just a delusion at the time⋯ but now, this situation feels more like a dream, so it doesn't seem unrealistic anymore.
"We've known each other twenty years, oppa."
"What're you saying. Since when does a little sister call her big bro a friend?"
"Oh, right. ⋯I'll always be under you, then?"
She rested her head on my shoulder, then pulled back slightly to grin at me. Knowing her tongue in those parted lips would turn slutty fast made it even harder to hold back.
"Anyway. We know everything about each other. We date for a month after a long-time crush⋯ then straight to marriage."
"Didn't you say you hate marriage⋯ or making kids?"
"Hey, it's a fantasy. Like those videos—I could watch 'em forever. That's what I mean."
"What? You watch that stuff too?"
"Sometimes even now."
"Eww, what! How can you watch that when you have me!"
This time she was really mad, biting my shoulder and pinching me wildly. Come on, how could a guy not watch that stuff? Not for release, obviously.
"Gotta watch to teach you someday."
"⋯Perv."
Just thinking it'd be hotter making Gyeo-ul do it, so I study up. If I can't hold back, I use the pics she sends—no other girl gets me up, no matter how slutty. ⋯Wait, not getting up to others—is that a problem? Am I fucked?
"Anyway, my taste was marrying someone who knows me inside out, then first time on honeymoon."
"⋯Kinda simple, huh?"
"Want details?"
"Yeah."
"⋯On honeymoon, fucking raw in her wedding dress and creampieing inside. That was the dream."
"⋯."
I hadn't planned to spell it out so raw, but seeing Gyeo-ul blush without calling me a perv made it worth the embarrassment. ⋯Wonder if she'll do it sometime. Kinda exciting.
"Hey. I spilled everything, no holding back. Your turn."
"⋯Ah, yeah. Uh-huh."
Blushing from face to body, she snapped to at my voice, cleared her throat, and continued.
"My first time⋯ like."
"Yeah."
"Someone cold and indifferent to everyone else⋯ but sweet only to me, suddenly pins me down."
"⋯Yeah."
"⋯We almost go all the way, but he sees my disappointed look and snaps out of it, apologizing."
"You read romance novels or what?"
"Shh, quiet, oppa!"
Unlike my fetish-only one, her story was thrilling, so I couldn't stop teasing. ⋯Well, yeah. I get the vibe.
"Then things get awkward⋯ but when I'm down, he comes back, just holds me."
"⋯."
"And as he's leaving, I grab him and hug back⋯."
"Romantic."
"⋯You're saying my head's full of flowers, right?"
"What's wrong with that?"
Her sugary fantasy was so sweet it made my mouth water too.
"⋯Anyway. Then to the bed⋯."
And to steal that sweetness—or drown me in more?—Gyeo-ul pressed her lips to mine, clinging and grinding skin fiercely while devouring my tongue.
"Pah⋯ haa⋯ haa⋯. Kissing like this for my first time. That's my dream."
"⋯Wasn't it kinda like that?"
"Eww, no way? I didn't look disappointed when you first⋯ pinned me."
"You kept your distance."
"That was just⋯ embarrassment."
"Not embarrassed now?"
"No. Still am."
Too bold and slutty for embarrassment, too red-eared for no shame. When will she stop being shy at all? Maybe in two years, she'll accept it casually. That might feel disappointing. She's hottest when embarrassed.
"⋯Embarrassed, but embarrassed 'cause I love you so much."
"Say that and I'm embarrassed."
"Th⋯this, getting this big⋯ not embarrassed?"
"That's pride. Zero shame."
"⋯Then I'll make it embarrassed."
With that, Gyeo-ul gripped my shameless cock lightly and kissed me again. My already ragged breaths from the warm water hit their limit faster. Head spinning, just before I floated up, I unloaded thick ropes into the water not long after.
"Hnn⋯ ugh⋯ haa⋯. Oppa’s embarrassed now. Hehe⋯."
⋯Haa.
Either way, no sex, so I kept the promise. Not sure if I can later, though.