Parking Lot Impulse
I raised my left hand to check my watch. 6:35 p.m. ...In that brief moment, a thousand thoughts raced through my mind. But among them, the option of doing nothing wasn't even on the table.
I pulled the car out and, this time, backed it in so the front faced the wall. Even in my excitement, at least a shred of rationality remained, and that was a relief. I scanned front, back, left, right. Luckily, with the front windshield tinted so well, it seemed invisible from outside.
I turned off the engine. Took a deep breath. Turned my head to look at the passenger seat. ...She still seemed completely oblivious. Sleeping peacefully, like the world was hers.
I reached out with my right hand. Gently placed it on her thigh. I could feel the fabric of her skirt. Sliding it down a bit, I slipped my hand underneath. This time, the rough texture of her stockings. I kneaded slowly. With movements utterly different from when I'd comforted her death grip at the funeral—blatantly lewd now.
Time was short, so I twisted my body right away. Moved my other arm to her waist. Slid my hand inside her vest. Carefully, so even the rustle of cloth wouldn't sound, I crept upward. Fumbling, I felt a button. Undid them one by one. Pulled my hand out. Unfastened the top button that was already exposed. Then tugged her tie loose. Her neckline slackened.
I grabbed the hem of her vest and slowly pulled it up. Draped it over her chest, revealing the shirt I'd just undone. I pulled the sides apart. Her outfit grew more disheveled. A stark white sports bra compressed her breasts to the bursting point. I yanked it up aggressively. It was dim, but my eyes had long adjusted to the dark. They licked over her vividly: the curves, the full mounds, and between them, that sharply protruding pink nipple.
I couldn't hold back anymore. I climbed over to the passenger seat. An awkward position, but I didn't care. Like a starving child wailing for milk, I buried my face in. With both hands craving maternal warmth, first with my lips, then my tongue, the tip of it, occasionally the front of my teeth—I toyed with her freely. My rough exhales, the moans leaking out despite my efforts to stifle them, only heated my body more.
Because I was pressing down so hard, Gyeo-ul had slid partway off the seat. Instead of fixing her posture, I grabbed her legs and propped them on the dashboard. Unbuckled my belt, yanked down my pants. Underwear too. My cock was throbbing furiously, furious with need. Desperate for its partner.
I rummaged in the plastic bag I'd left on the driver's seat. Opened the box, tore open a wrapper. Some weird thing shaped like a nipple. Honestly, first time seeing one in real life. But I knew exactly how to use it. I gripped the tip and rolled it down over my shaft. ...Never dreamed I'd use it right away. Not sure if this was normal, but it left just a bit at the end, fitting perfectly. The pressure was more intense than expected. ...For real.
Part of me wanted to just fuck her right then. But the faint chill seeping in kept snapping me back to reality now and then. Someone could walk by any second. And this wasn't a situation where I could skip cleanup. Plus, I didn't want our first time to be here. Not just for me—for her too, probably.
After agonizing over it, I checked my watch again. Not much time had passed, but it was creeping toward 7:00. ...Who knew when the phone might ring. Vibration for now, though. I straddled her belly—well, around her ribs. Pressed my lower half against her chest. Kneeling like this, I worried I'd ruin the seat. More than that... the angle wasn't quite right.
After a moment's thought, I slipped the bra back on. Over it. Maybe the lube, or sweat, or from licking it earlier—it wasn't as tight as I'd feared. Gripping her breasts with both hands, I rocked my hips. Not meltingly smooth like I'd imagined, but the pressure squeezing my veins, the soft flesh clenching gently—it made my breath ragged. The tip protruding and brushing her clothes sent tremors through me. The visual thrill, the spatial depravity—it accelerated everything. I was addicted. No, already hooked. The car was shaking that much. Anyone seeing would know instantly.
The air was humid. Hot, steamy. I lost myself. Ears ringing like they might go deaf. After pounding my hips like a beast, my toes curled. Muscles throughout my body contracted and released. The thin sheath stretched wildly, nearly tearing. I exhaled deeply, pulled out from the bra. Lingered, kneading her breasts a few more times after separating from Gyeo-ul. I didn't want to let go, but time was too late. Back to the driver's seat. This side had cooled off considerably. Removed the rubber. It was sagging heavily, filthy. Grabbed wet wipes from the car, cleaned everywhere. Wrapped all traces in tissue, shoved into the trash bag. Then straightened my clothes.
Gyeo-ul was still asleep. Cheeks flushed, in an outfit no one else could see. I rebuttoned her up. Pulled her vest back down properly. Tugged her hiked-up skirt back into place. Then touched her sweat-damp hair. Brought my face close, inhaled. ...A thick scent. Mine mixed with hers.
Restarted the engine, rolled down the windows to air it out. Applied hand sanitizer to mask the smell. Took off my mask. She squinted briefly, then woke.
"Gyeo-ul."
"...Yeah."
"Let's cool off a bit before heading up."
"...Yeah."
We got out of the car. The sweat had cooled, making it pretty chilly. Looking at Gyeo-ul, she was tucking in the bit of shirt peeking out. ...I looked away. Time to go up now.
The cool breeze hit my head, so I got back in, rolled up the windows. I'd aired it out, but the smell lingered. Still, it was late—I killed the engine, grabbed the plastic bag, and got out. Shoved the remaining ones from the box into my pocket.
"Let's head up."
"...Yeah."
"Wonder what meat Mom got."
"...Yeah."
We climbed the stairs in step, thudding along. My phone vibrated midway, but I ignored it and opened the front door. Mom, clutching her phone, greeted us.
"Whew, you're late. The stew's all cold now."
"Eh, as long as the meat doesn't cool, it's fine. Just reheat the stew."
"My girl, what kept you so long?"
"...Hung out with friends, y'know. Mock exam day."
"Oh? The test... how was it? Feeling okay? Everywhere?"
"Fine. Just that one time last time."
"Good. That's what matters. Let's eat. Mom got beef."
"Ah, gonna wash up first."
"Yeah, hurry."
"Oh, Mom. Butane gas. Beer too."
"Beer?"
"You're off tomorrow, right? Thought you'd want some."
"My son knows best. ...But why are the cans lukewarm?"
"Bought 'em on the way, but Gyeo-ul was late."
"Oh?"
"Thought about drinking anyway but noped out."
"No drunk driving."
"Joking."
I fled to my room, leaving Mom cackling behind. Shoved everything from my pocket into the drawer, grabbed a change of clothes, headed to the master room. Scrubbed every trace in the bathroom. ...Realized how brazen I'd become. Shockingly so.
Came out to find Mom had set the table in the living room. Shamelessly snatched two pieces of grilling meat at a time. Only after eating did I realize how hungry I was.
Night fell. Mom was asleep in the master room. I boldly opened the door to the next room. ...She was really asleep this time. Shook Gyeo-ul awake in her pajamas. She sat up groggily, rubbing her eyes in confusion.
"...Gyeo-ul."
"Ah... Oppa?"
"...Why're you doing this to me."
"...Huh?"
"You said to hold back."
"...What?"
I was pissed at Gyeo-ul staring at me with sleepy eyes. ...What did she think I'd endured to hold back?
Whatever. "Why do you keep tormenting me?"
"...Th-that?"
"I wanna hold back too... but why?"
"...I just... thought you looked stressed, Oppa."
"...You're making it worse."
"...Really?"
Now fully awake, her eyes wide in surprise—I wanted to pounce. "I just... was grateful... held your hand."
"...That?"
"Took the test... and... y'know... And you kept staring at my thighs..."
"..."
"Thought you'd like it..."
"...Gyeo-ul."
"...Yeah."
"I don't know where the line is with you."
"..."
"...I'm really gonna cross it."
"...Yeah."
"But you said wait a month, so I wanna hold out till then."
"...Yeah."
"But if you keep it up, I won't be able to."
"...Yeah."
"...Set a line for me?"
"Can't... say it."
I yanked away the arm she used to make an X over her flushed face. Grabbed both wrists, pinned them above her head.
"...H-hey, Oppa?"
"If you won't say it, I might really pounce."
"Th-that... not yet..."
"So say it."
"...Then... when it's not okay... I'll call you Oppa."
"...What?"
"If it goes too far... I'll say Oppa..."
"..."
"No more than that..."
"..."
"...Oppa."
I finally pulled away from fidgeting Gyeo-ul, who couldn't meet my eyes.
"...Gyeo-ul."
"...Yeah."
"...Don't do that in the car."
"...Got it."
After advising the Gyeo-ul clutching her pounding heart, I fled the room. ...Please, at least keep this line. We've crossed too many already.