My First Time with Hanna
The sound of ragged breathing—impossible to tell whose—filled the air. “Haa… haa…”
Hanna’s hand brushed against my t-shirt. She grabbed the hem, scrunching the fabric, and began to slowly lift it upward. As my tense, twitching lower belly and my heavy breasts that rose and fell with every breath were exposed, I obediently raised both arms above my head so she could pull the shirt off more easily.
Once the t-shirt was completely removed… she even unhooked my bra. Hanna stared silently at my bare chest for a moment, then grabbed both breasts firmly with her hands.
“Hngh…!”
My already hypersensitive breasts were squeezed into a lewd shape, and a low, throaty moan slipped from my lips. The pressure from her grip sent sharp, tingling sparks racing from my chest straight into my alcohol-fogged brain. My blood was circulating so fast that the room began to spin before my eyes.
While I was still dizzy, Hanna’s face slowly approached my chest. Her moist lips parted, and she took the nipple that was poking out between her fingers into her mouth with a wet chomp.
“Huuu… hngh, ah, haaaang….”
“Chuuup, chup… huu… haup, chuut….”
The tip of my breast disappeared into the warm, wet heat of her mouth, licked and teased by her tongue. The firm tip of her tongue flicked and tickled the sensitive peak, swirled around it in slow circles, playfully tapped at my nipple piercing, and then gently bit down and tugged.
The pleasure gradually flooded my mind until everything before my eyes flashed pure white. My legs, which had been wrapped around her waist, went limp. My toes curled tightly, scraping against the floor.
…Even though the alcohol had dulled both my body and mind, for some strange reason my body felt even more sensitive than usual. It wasn’t that I was facing Hanna as a friend anymore—I was facing her as a woman. The difference felt overwhelmingly, painfully clear.
While my back trembled and I drowned in the sensations coming from my nipples, Hanna leisurely savored the other one as well. She planted a soft kiss on the quivering skin of my breast, then began sliding slowly down my body.
She dragged her tongue across my sweat-drenched stomach, dipped it into my vertically split navel, and swirled it around lightly. Only when I lifted my hips and began to shake did she stop tormenting my belly button and continue downward.
She grabbed my dolphin shorts—now darkly soaked between the legs—along with my panties and yanked them both down my thighs in one smooth motion. The moment my pussy was revealed, it was glistening obscenely with transparent nectar, as if I had wet myself.
“D-don’t look at it so closely…”
“…It’s okay. It’s beautiful.”
“Nngh…”
Hanna brought her face close, staring intently at my pussy. Even though she had seen it countless times before, the shame still overwhelmed me. I tried to cover it with a weak hand, but she easily caught my wrist and stopped me.
With a dreamy expression, she gazed at my folds, then leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against them.
A jolt of pleasure shot up my spine. My hips twisted involuntarily. Thinking I was trying to escape, Hanna grabbed my waist firmly and began planting insistent, repeated kisses all over my pussy.
Her soft, plush lips made wet, obscene chuup chuup sounds as they smacked against my mound. A strange heat bloomed in my lower belly, and sharp waves of pleasure kept racing up my spine.
“Huu, ngh… huaa, ha, Hanna… ngh, hngh…!”
My mind, already hazy from the alcohol, was now drowning in thick, sticky pleasure. I could no longer think straight. All I could do was keep calling her name in a tearful, broken voice, letting out soft, whimpering moans.
I don’t know how long it lasted. Hanna licked her lips, now glistening with my juices, and slowly sat up.
“Haa… haa…”
She looked down at me—my body twitching, letting out heated gasps with a dazed expression—then lifted one of my thighs over her own and crossed our legs together.
This was… the scissoring position. The one women used when having sex with each other.
Pressing our pussies together, grinding hard… a kind of sex that could never make a baby, done purely for pleasure. And right now, I was on the verge of doing exactly that with Hanna.
“…”
“…”
Just before our pussies met, we simply breathed heavily in silence, staring into each other’s eyes. Hanna’s gaze was slightly unfocused yet steady as she looked at me. I quietly met her eyes, then pressed a hand against my pounding chest and shyly turned my head away.
At that exact moment, Hanna pushed her hips forward. Her soaked pussy pressed firmly against mine with a wet chuup.
“Hngh…!”
The instant our pussies clung together, a sharp moan escaped through my tightly pressed lips. My heart hammered wildly. My whole body grew so hot I could feel it myself. The slick folds of Hanna’s pussy were pressed so intimately against mine that I could feel every detail. Thick nectar flowed out from between my lips, thoroughly wetting the place where we were joined.
“Seon-ah. I’m going to… move my pussy now, okay?”
“Huu, huu… ngh, huuung…”
Hanna’s voice echoed in my ear like a distant hum. Before my dazed mind could even process the words, her slippery pussy began to grind against mine.
I’m really having sex with Hanna…?
The moment that reality hit me, an electric current seemed to shoot straight down my spine. My body jerked violently for a second—then her first thrust became a second, the second became a third, fourth, fifth. The wet, filthy chubup chubup sounds rang out without pause.
The sound of two friends—two people who had only been friends—actually fucking each other filled the quiet living room completely.
“Huaa… ah, haak, haaaak…!”
“Huu… huu… hngh…”
Our pussies rubbed together, folds sliding and interlocking. My swollen, exposed clit—its hood pulled back—rubbed against Hanna’s slick mound, while her clit in turn ground against my own pussy lips. The soft, squishy texture of her folds. The sticky wetness of our mixed juices growing messier with every grind. The lewd chyeop sound that came every time our pussies parted, like thick glue stretching between us. The deep, bone-melting pleasure that pierced me every time our clits brushed. The heavy, swaying weight of Hanna’s large breasts right before my eyes. Even her breathing—though she tried to hold it back—couldn’t hide the burning heat she felt inside.
Seon-ah’s first time. A depraved, drunken fuck with a friend. A purely pleasurable, woman-on-woman sex. All of it was being burned vividly into my mind.
“Hngh, ah, haa, ha, aah…!”
With every grind, Hanna’s hip movements grew more skilled. She kept her upper body almost perfectly still, only moving her pelvis in smooth, efficient little rolls that rubbed our pussies together with devastating precision. The pleasure surging from my core escalated rapidly. My breathing came in short, broken gasps as screams that sounded almost like moans poured from my mouth.
Lifted into the air by Hanna, my legs crossed helplessly over her lower body, my waist and thighs twitching weakly. I stared blankly at the ceiling with eyes clouded by overwhelming pleasure, instinctively clawing at the floor with my fingertips.
Sex… feels so fucking good…
Of course, having my insides fingered or being roughly fucked by a thick, long dildo had felt amazing too. But this… the real sensation of actually having sex, of our pussies being connected, of both of us losing ourselves in pleasure together—it wasn’t just the physical feeling from my pussy. It felt like pure ecstasy was melting directly into my brain, pouring down my spine like liquid pleasure and spreading to every corner of my body.
“Aangh, haak, ha… auup! Chuup, chuuup…”
My mouth hung open stupidly, drooling sticky saliva. My consciousness kept flickering in and out as I came again and again. Hanna leaned down over me and began kissing me passionately. Just like how our pussies were grinding below, her lips devoured mine, and her slick tongue explored every inch of my mouth, savoring the sensitive inner walls.
After whatever had melted and spread through my brain, my entire body had become so hypersensitive it felt like one giant erogenous zone. Just from the kiss, my eyes rolled back slightly and I came hard, squirting something—I didn’t even know if it was pussy juice or not—down between my legs.
But Hanna didn’t give me any rest. She kept riding on top of my pussy, slamming her hips and tangling her tongue with mine. I came beneath her, over and over and over again. Finally, when she bit down hard on my nipple, the flickering white consciousness in my mind burst like a bubble—
And everything went black.