The Morning After My First Time
I open my eyes in the morning to the aftermath of my first experience: a naked woman sleeping right beside me.
Dream... nah, can't be?
Cliché as it is, I pinch my cheek to deny reality.
Thankfully, it doesn't seem like a dream.
Sure enough, there's a naked woman right next to me, eyes closed, breathing steadily in her sleep.
I never imagined something like this would happen to me. Of all people, Song Jiyeong.
The one I thought was absolutely impossible. Even in my solo fantasies, she was sometimes off-limits.
Heh.
I can't hold back the grin leaking out as I stare at her face.
Did I recently say Jo Ayoung was looking pretty? That I was getting delusions from jerking off too much?
That was fake. This is the real delusion.
She hasn't changed a bit—just took my dick inside her once—and yet she looks so incredibly lovable compared to yesterday.
Just looking at her makes me smile. This is what a woman is. This is love.
How can her bare face, without a speck of makeup, be this perfect?
The idea that this woman was impaled on my cock, gasping and moaning? It feels utterly unreal.
I keep staring at her face, unable to get enough, until she finally wakes up.
"...Fuck. Get your face away, it's gross."
The moment her eyes open, she mutters a low curse.
She was acting all cutesy last night, though.
Then again, one fuck wouldn't change her personality—that'd be even weirder.
I quietly pull my arm out from under her and sit up, giving us some space.
My arm's numb. I was so drunk on the thrill, I didn't even notice the blood flow stopping.
"Haa...."
Song Jiyeong lets out a deep sigh.
She's always sighing like that when she's pissed, so just the sound makes my shoulders tense up automatically.
Things are different now. Don't be scared.
I force my hunched shoulders straight and wait silently for her to speak.
"Hey, jjindda."
"Yeah? Want some water?"
"Don't act all caring. It makes it more real and gross."
"Okay."
"Give me water."
"Okay, here."
Her mood swings aren't new.
I hand her the water, she takes a sip, screws the cap back on, and tosses it under the bed.
Ah, just hand it back—don't throw it.
"Haa... I'm dying for a smoke. Got any?"
"Nah, don't smoke."
"...You should keep my favorites stocked."
What kind of bullshit logic is that?
The affection we'd built up last night feels like it's crumbling with every exchange.
I didn't expect her to suddenly get shy and sweet, but I hoped for at least a little respect.
She's the psycho who threw away her virginity just to win a pissing contest with Jo Ayoung. My expectations were the problem.
As I steel myself with that thought, Song Jiyeong sweeps her hand down her face while still lying there.
"Hey, forget what happened yesterday. It was... like, my mistake."
"...Who offers their virginity by mistake?"
"Fuck, watch your mouth? I didn't offer it to you—I tossed it."
Same difference.
To her, that tiny distinction matters a ton.
Who was the subject? Did I fuck her, or did she get fucked?
Her fragile pride.
"Anyway, just think of it as a one-night stand and forget it. Got it?"
"Can't forget it if I think of it as a good experience."
"Ugh, quit yapping. Typical jjindda."
I purse my lips at her scolding.
No, it was my first time.
How am I supposed to forget my first experience, etched into me like a tattoo to cherish forever?
Even if I sleep with other women for the rest of my life, I'll never forget this.
And it had to be with her, so she treats me like this.
It's so unfair.
"What's with that face? Pissing me off? I wanna punch you."
"No, but it was my first time. I don't wanna forget."
"So you're gonna remember it forever and keep acting all awkward?"
"Can't I just remember it and act normal?"
Song Jiyeong bolts upright and glares at me.
She's biting her lower lip, eyes narrowed.
It looks kinda sexy.
Is this the naked effect?
"...You really don't wanna forget?"
"Yeah. I'll think about it forever."
"Fucking asshole... bullshit."
Her complaining face somehow looks a bit softer.
Am I imagining it?
"Ugh... fuck, it's all sticky. Hey, didn't you wash me after?"
"How? With everyone around, you think I'd drag your naked ass to the bathroom?"
"...Fair."
She slowly pulls back the blanket and inspects her body.
Her hand trails from her breasts down, lightly brushing her pussy that's still leaking a bit.
"Ugh. How much did you cum? Typical virgin move."
"You locked your legs around me so I couldn't pull out."
"Me? When?"
Her eyes shake violently as she feigns ignorance.
She's totally remembering and just bluffing.
These women and their damn pride.
"Don't remember?"
"Bullshit. You popped your cherry and got so excited you hallucinated. Why would I wrap my legs around you when we're not even dating, asking you to cum inside?"
She's fanning her flushed face to cool it down.
Acting all flustered like that, even an idiot would notice.
But I just nod quietly, eyes fixed on her jiggling tits.
The ripple of fat never gets old. There's a rhythm to that bounce.
"You must've watched too much porn to learn sex—got some weird fantasy. Cumming inside doesn't feel special or anything. No full, bloated sensation like in porn."
"I see."
"Honestly, I didn't even notice when you came? Semen being heavy or your dick twitching against my womb as you tense up? Just unpleasant."
That's how it felt for her, huh.
Listening to Song Jiyeong's detailed creampie review, I finish getting fully hard.
"Ugh, fuck. Why're you hard now?"
"Yeah, your naked body's so hot, reflex."
"Gross! Fuck!"
Song Jiyeong, who'd been naked without a care until now, yanks the blanket to cover herself.
This reaction's new—I've never seen it since we did it.
Before, even if she accidentally showed skin, she'd just glare contemptuously, no big deal.
Her shy gap from the usual turns me on more. Does she know that?
Probably not, or she wouldn't act like this.
"Ugh."
As she huddles under the blanket, she furrows her brows and groans.
"Huh? Does it hurt?"
"N... no, it's fine."
That bluff again.
I approach and reach out.
"D-don't touch."
"Lemme see. It hurts, right?"
From what I've read, most women feel pain in their waist and hips after their first time.
Something about unused muscles getting shocked or tense.
With my huge dick, I need to check if she tore anything.
"Get on your stomach. I'll rub it."
"Like you know what you're doing."
"Just try. No downside."
If we were closer, I'd finger her pussy. But sadly, we've never even held hands.
Though I did fuck her.
Press.
"Eek. Hey, gentle."
"Hurts?"
"Of course it does! Eek! You're doing it hard on purpose!"
"No."
I climb on top of her stomach-down form and press firmly above her ass.
Hip and waist muscles are my jam.
Long otaku life in my room means lots of stiff sitting, so self-massage is routine to not wreck my body.
First time on someone else, though.
Press. Press.
"Uuu. Gentle, gentle."
"This okay?"
"Yeah... better."
She complains of pain but doesn't resist my massage.
Seems effective.
She's a workout buff, so if it sucked, she'd rage and do it herself.
Guess I have the touch.
Press.
"Hngh...."
A satisfied moan slips from Song Jiyeong.
She's fully surrendered now, face buried in the pillow.
As I get the hang of it, her prone back comes into view.
Straight spine lined with sharp erector spinae. Taut waist with fine muscles. Wide hips spreading her thighs even closed, revealing her triangle zone.
And between them, her pussy leaking my cum from yesterday.
My twitching dick taps her ass unwittingly.
"...Don't rub your dick."
"Oh, sorry. Wasn't on purpose."
"Yeah, right. As if you had the balls. Hnm."
She turns her pillow-buried face sideways, glances at me, and moans again in satisfaction.
Kinda pissing me off. Should I just shove it in?
"Hup."
She reacts as I press harder.
Wasn't even that hard.
Not like Jo Ayoung, melting into arousal from touch—her attitude says no.
Her muscles must be shocked, though.
Fine, I'll go easy since it's right after her first time.
I'm a considerate guy.
Next time she acts prickly, no mercy.
"Enough, move."
After kneading her hip muscles all over, she shakes me off.
She twists her waist, stretches, and sits facing me.
"Not bad for a jjindda."
"No thanks first?"
"Why? Your stupid huge dick caused it. You should've fixed it."
She's fully recovered now.
Her dismissive attitude makes me wanna crush her, but I swallow it.
"Still leaking. How much did you cum?"
"Probably the most I've ever shot."
"Fuck. Must've felt good, huh? Popping your cherry feels that great?"
"Best ever."
"Didn't ask."
She acts nonchalant, but her voice trembles with pure joy.
She has no idea that gap tempts me.
"Ugh, so sticky. Gotta take the morning-after pill."
"Heard that's bad for you."
"Then fuck, don't cum inside next time."
Her kick nails my thigh.
"Jjindda asshole nitpicks without even offering to go to the gyno with me."
"Wanna go?"
"Shut up. You trying to spread rumors?"
What does she want?
I shut my mouth and take it until she calms.
After venting, she grabs her clothes and starts dressing.
The alluring skin that pleased my eyes vanishes under fabric.
"Anyway, don't let it slip to the girls. Got it?"
"Got it."
Dressed Song Jiyeong gets off the bed and grabs the door handle.
"But."
I stop her as she opens it.
"What."
She answers without turning, hand on the knob.
One thing I gotta ask.
"Wanna do it again sometime?"
Can't end with once.
First time was hard; second should be easy, right?
My hopeful question gets answered by her foot.
Her signature roundhouse—first time seeing it first-person.
Is my nose broken?