No Sex Allowed
I blinked, staring blankly as Hanna's pussy slowly, ever so slowly approached and pressed against mine with a wet chu♡.
The moment my 'virginity' as a woman was finally taken away.
Hanna's pussy pressed firmly against my own folds. Its shape, its texture, its warmth, and the slick, wet slit between them—I could feel every single detail with agonizing clarity.
"Haa… ah…♡"
My hips lifted slightly off the bed, eyes wide as they stared at the ceiling.
What am I doing…? I could have resisted when my drunk friend came onto me, but my brain completely surrendered to my pussy…
I… I just had sex.
But then I quickly shook my head.
…No. No, it's not too late. I can still turn this around.
Our pussies had kissed and my virginity was gone, but… if we didn't grind them together, it wouldn't count as real sex. Even in heterosexual sex, people don't call it sex after just one thrust, right?
…I was pretty sure I'd read that in some erotic novel somewhere.
Anyway, I decided I had to persuade Hanna somehow. If friends accidentally had sex, things would just get awkward between us afterward…
Once Hanna sobered up, she might blame herself and start avoiding me. Just imagining that made me feel sick.
"Um, H-Hanna… We haven't rubbed them together yet… so this doesn't count as sex. So… can you please pull your pussy away? Okay?"
"…"
"Friends aren't supposed to have sex… Ah, no, don't—don't press your pussy so hard like thaaat♡"
Hanna's hips, which had been still after our pussies met, began to push forward—slowly at first, but with growing strength.
The stronger I felt her pussy against mine, the more stupid sounds escaped my mouth. Still, terrified that she might start grinding and turn this into actual sex, I frantically moved my own hips, adjusting our position so our pussies stayed perfectly locked together.
"Then… just pressing them together like this… doesn't count as sex, right?"
"Huh?"
Hanna leaned over me, looking down with a mischievous smile on her face.
Since sex only happens when you rub them together… just pressing wouldn't count as sex…?
Well, that seemed technically correct, but at the same time, something about it felt wrong…
"Hanna…! W-wait a second…"
"It's not even sex. What's the problem between friends?"
"No, you're drunk. That's why…!"
No matter how much I insisted it wasn't sex, our pussies were still pressed tightly together… If either of us slipped even a little, they would start rubbing, and we'd end up having… sex.
Hanna lowered her upper body, interlaced our fingers, and pinned my hands down as she began rhythmically thrusting her hips forward, pressing our pussies together with each squish, squish.
"Hngh, t-this, this feels weird♡ Hurry up and pull your pussy awaaay…♡"
Hanna's warm, slick pussy crushed down on mine. Every time she pressed squish—squish—, the sensation of her pussy against my clit and folds grew stronger. My juices squirted out with wet splurt, splurt sounds, soaking Hanna's pussy in return… making our pussies stick together even more obscenely.
"Ugh, haa, haaang…!"
"Haa… haa…"
But it wasn't just our pussies.
Hanna's rough, panting moans tickled my ears. Her strong hands gripping mine tightly. Her soft breasts brushing and sliding against my own chest. Her flushed, aroused face filling my entire field of vision.
My whole body was connected to hers so intensely that even though we weren't really having sex, I felt completely lost in the sensation of it.
"Huu… Seon-ah. …Does it feel good?"
"Hngh, y-yeah, haaang…♡"
With strands of her golden hair stuck to her sweat-dampened cheek, Hanna smiled softly and asked in a gentle voice.
I was completely overwhelmed by the strange, intoxicating feeling and answered with an automatic "yes" before I could stop myself.
But I wasn't supposed to feel good. I wasn't supposed to enjoy something that felt like sex with my friend when it wasn't even supposed to be sex…
"…Me too. It feels really good."
While I was still agonizing over the pleasure I shouldn't be feeling, Hanna looked down at me and casually admitted that she felt good too, flashing a bright smile.
…Hanna, do you really feel good?
Liar. There's no way.
I'm stopping you from having real sex, leaving you aching right on the edge…
You actually want to have sex, don't you? You want to grind your pussy hard against mine, rubbing our wet, sticky folds together until we both feel amazing, right?
But you're lying and saying you're satisfied just because it seems like I'm feeling good… You're doing it to make me feel less guilty.
Seeing Hanna continue to be so considerate of me even while drunk… I felt a sharp pang of guilt stab through my chest.
I'm sorry, Hanna. For not letting you have sex.
But this is all for your own good…
You're just drunk right now and about to make a mistake with another girl. That's why I can't let you have real sex… but if something like this pseudo-sex is okay with you…
"Haa, haa… …Huh?"
While we were both breathing heavily and pressing our pussies together with rhythmic squish, squish motions, Hanna suddenly stopped moving her hips and glanced to the side.
What? Why did you stop? It felt so good… keep going…
Instead of the frozen Hanna, I started shaking my own hips, rubbing my pussy against hers with eager little squish, squish movements.
But that only lasted a moment. Hanna grabbed my wildly moving hips to stop me and pointed to the side with her finger.
"…Seon-ah. Your phone's ringing."
"Hngh…? Ah, just a second…"
Only then did I finally register the vibration. I crawled out from under Hanna on all fours, grabbed my phone where the screen was lit up, and answered.
"…Yena unnie?"
"…? Who is that? Do you know some older girl at the academy?"
"Ah… well, Yena unnie is…"
…How am I supposed to explain this? Saying she's my classmate's mom would be weird when I'm calling her unnie…
Yeah. I'll just say she's an older acquaintance.
"We've been hanging out for months and I've never heard that name before?"
When I didn't answer right away, Hanna stared at me with suspicious eyes.
"Um… she's, uh, a distant cousin… who lives kind of far away…"
"…Really? Well, answer the call first."
"Yeah, okay."
Before the call could disconnect, I quickly tapped the answer button.
"Yeah… that's a relief. But Seon-ah, are you feeling okay? Your voice sounds a little strange."
Yena unnie sounded worried because my voice was trembling slightly.
…I was just pressing my pussy against my friend's. I didn't mean to make her worry…
"It's just… exams are coming up soon, so I guess I'm a bit nervous."
"Right, the exams."
"Yes?"
"That's why I called. Do your best on tomorrow's test, okay? Unnie will be cheering for you."
"Thank you… unnie."
I'm sorry, unnie. It looks like I'm going to completely bomb this test…
But just knowing that someone like Yena unnie was cheering for me made motivation bubble up inside me like a geyser.
"A special… reward?"
If unnie was saying it like that… maybe she'd take me to some fancy restaurant?
"Uh… um, eek…!"
"…Hello?"
"…? Who is this? Seon-ah's friend?"
While I was blankly trying to figure out what the 'special reward' could be, Hanna suddenly snatched the phone from my hand and greeted Yena unnie.
"Yes, I'm Seon-ah's friend. And who are you?"
"H-Hanna…!"
"…I'm Seon-ah's close unnie. Why are you suddenly acting like this, Hanna…!"
I grabbed Hanna's wrist and shook my head desperately, but she frowned with clear displeasure and—
"Hngh…!"
With the hand not holding the phone, she suddenly shoved a finger deep into my pussy.
Kim Hanna, that's so unfair…!
Even as I covered my mouth to stop my moans from leaking through the phone while my pussy was being fingered, the conversation between Hanna and Yena unnie continued.
"…It's admirable that you're helping Seon-ah even during exam season. I thought I heard a strange squelching sound over the phone, but it must be my imagination, right?"
But rather than just fingering me roughly while on the phone, Hanna was skillfully rubbing all the spots that felt the best… It felt way too good…
"I have to keep helping Seon-ah from now on, so I'll hang up here."
"W-wait. …Before you hang up, can I talk to Seon-ah again?"
"…If that's all."
Still fingering my pussy with one hand, Hanna handed the phone back to me.
…You want me to answer it like this? Seriously?
But I couldn't keep Yena unnie waiting, so I reluctantly took the phone.
"Ugh…. H-hello…?"
"Yeah, Seon-ah—"
"Hngh…♡ Ah, um, unnie, this is just— haaang♡"
"…."
The moment I answered the phone, Hanna's fingers inside me sped up and grew even more aggressive.
These weren't gentle, soothing fingers—they were cruel fingers that forced overwhelming pleasure into me and turned my brain to mush.
"Ooh♡ Ah, haaang…♡"
I clutched the phone tightly in my hand, collapsing against Hanna's shoulder as my eyes glazed over. I couldn't stop the lewd moans from spilling out of me.
Unnie's on the phone, I need to— ah, my pussy feels so good, right there, ah ah♡
The violent pleasure surging from my pussy completely scrambled my thoughts. Every attempt to focus shattered into fragments, leaving me able only to drown in the ecstasy coming from my cunt.
Why does getting my pussy fingered feel this good…? I can't keep losing to my pussy like this, I need to get a hold of myself… Ah, don't rub there like thaaat…♡
A moment later, Hanna casually tossed the now-disconnected phone onto the table.
And then…
She scooped me up—my body still twitching from back-to-back orgasms—and carried me with steady strides toward the master bedroom where the large bed was waiting.
I still have to study…
…Ah♡