Different Dreams in the Same Bed
It was a night of different dreams in the same bed.
Four people sat around the table with a carton of fried chicken, only just delivered, set down in the middle, and not one of them was thinking what the others were. Jiyeon resented Junwoo for dragging Doyun all the way home out of nowhere. Taehyung, seated beside her, was full of a single question: how he might watch Jiyeon and Doyun have sex one more time. Across from the two of them, Junwoo tore into the chicken in pure, thoughtless delight, and beside Junwoo sat Doyun, his face impossible to read, wearing the wide, blank eyes of a baby barely a hundred days old.
"What department are you in?"
Taehyung asked it lightly.
"Computer engineering at Jeil University. Doyun's really good at studying."
Junwoo answered for him with chicken still in his mouth. Calm Doyun and bright Junwoo made a stark contrast.
Jiyeon wondered how two people only a year apart could be so different. The question, though, seemed to turn in the air and fly straight back at her, the one who had raised Junwoo.
"That's impressive."
"No, not really. Haha."
"You should help our Junwoo with his studies sometime."
While Taehyung and Doyun traded the usual polite nothings, Jiyeon found herself wondering whether Doyun had known from the very start that she was Junwoo's mother. Could he have put his hands on her ass even knowing that? Could he really have spilled those filthy words at her, knowing?
Her thoughts chased their own tails until they struck the shame of having had sex with Doyun, a boy who amounted to her son's friend. Seized by self-disgust, she threw back a bitter mouthful of alcohol, as if she might drink even a little of that shame away.
Taehyung watched her drain it in a single swallow and turned to Doyun.
"Want a drink? You're in college, so you know how, right?"
"Yes."
"You kids still go off on those MTs and drink yourselves sick?"
He asked it with the beer bottle in his hand, pouring into Doyun's glass as he spoke.
Jiyeon could not stand the kindness Taehyung was showing him. Taehyung was the one who had made this headache of a situation, and yet it felt as if she alone were left to worry and turn it over. All she wanted was to send Doyun home as quickly as possible, and the sight of Taehyung going so far as to press a drink on him drew a sigh out of her.
Beside Doyun, Junwoo chattered on without a shred of sense, begging to be allowed just one sip himself, while Doyun, still unreadable, tipped the beer down his throat and smiled faintly.
Jiyeon studied him over the rim of her glass, trying to read what was in him. Youth did not merely shine on that fine face. It blazed. She caught herself wondering whether, if she were still a college student, her heart might have stirred. And then, without her meaning it to, the thought woke the memory of how his cock had felt inside her.
It was a sensation she could not erase no matter how hard she tried not to recall it, and she wanted the alcohol to dull it, so she emptied her glass in a rush. The drink paid no attention to what she wanted. It only made the sex with Doyun sharper. His smooth cock parting the thick, neglected thatch of her pubic hair and pushing in. The way it had worked without pause between her thighs, making that wet, sticky sound.
The liquor took her reason, and desire woke. Wetness seeped into her panties, and her heart ached with want far too easily. She could not understand herself. She kept insisting it was absolutely impossible, and yet her body heated so readily it seemed to be arguing her into wanting him.
Unused to the alcohol, Doyun was soon asleep. Taehyung told Junwoo to take him to the room and put him to bed, then went into the bedroom with Jiyeon.
His plan was coming together, little by little. He smiled at the thought that only a little further and he would arrive at a moment even more exciting than the last. Mad on dopamine, he never once considered the worries crowding Jiyeon's head—that Doyun and Junwoo knew each other, that the story might get around. He only wanted to see Doyun and Jiyeon have sex one more time. Inside that tangle of jealousy, rage, arousal, and pleasure, Taehyung tasted his bliss. It was a dangerous pleasure no one would call normal, and it would not let him go.
Darkness settled over Taehyung's house.
Jiyeon dreamed. Taehyung drew pictures. And in every one of them, the protagonist was Doyun.
The first to step into the silence of that night was Doyun.
He clutched his heavy head in one hand and pushed himself upright. Below the bed, Junwoo had spread out a sleeping mat and was dead asleep. Passing out drunk in someone else's house was shame enough; he did not want to ruin Junwoo's sleep on top of it. He rose without a sound and slipped out of the room.
By the cold dawn light leaking in from the balcony, he crossed the living room and stopped in front of the water dispenser in the kitchen. Only after he drew a glass of cold water and drank it did his head clear. Looking around, he noticed the master bedroom door standing slightly open.
The image of Jiyeon asleep rose in his mind. He swallowed hard and carefully walked his feet to the bedroom door.
Crack.
Maybe because he had only just gotten up. A joint popped. Startled, he froze where he stood and listened, afraid anyone in the house might have woken at the sound. The silence put a loudspeaker on his heartbeat. The moment he realized he was shaking, his heart pounded harder.
Desire outran fear. He rose onto the balls of his feet and walked again to the door of that wanting. Through the gap, open a couple of inches, he could see the bed where Jiyeon and Taehyung lay. The white blanket had ridden up over their stomachs, so Jiyeon, turned toward the door, was in plain view. Her pale, almost translucent legs, wrapped in the cool air of dawn, caught his eye.
He thought he wanted to draw the blanket over her. Then he thought he wanted to touch those legs. And the thought sailed on like a ship making for an endless horizon until it arrived at wanting to hold her again.
Drawn by a desire he could not endure, he came to stand before Jiyeon where she lay. Her face, quietly asleep, looked to him like a radiant lily.
Beautiful...
His gaze traveled from her chest down to her legs, and he remembered the sex all over again.
This can't happen again, can it? She's Junwoo's mom.
His eyes went sad. Slowly, he turned and started back toward Junwoo's room.
Jiyeon shifted, letting out a long breath.
God... why am I...
She was on edge. What if Doyun realized she had woken? What if he did something reckless? But contrary to the worry, her body wanted his hands. She wanted to be touched. She wanted, right then, to pull him against her and take him inside her once more. Lost in the confusion, she let out another long sigh.
What if Doyun had touched me before he left?
She slipped a hand under her T-shirt and touched her breast. The nipple had stiffened, hot. Imagining his fingers, she rubbed it with her own. It only grew harder. She bit her lower lip to stop the moan from escaping, and, moving quietly so Taehyung beside her would not wake, she slid her other hand into her panties and pressed her clit with a fingertip.
Haah... touch me more, Doyun.
She bore down harder. Her knees drew together until they touched. She tipped her head back and opened her mouth in a soundless moan, then let her head drop forward again. Her fingers moved faster and faster, but the slick that had welled out only made her softer there. In the fantasy, Doyun flicked her nipple, and she flicked it with her thumb. He looked at her with something vulgar in his eyes while he rubbed her clit, and her own hand rubbed fast, side to side. That look seemed to lift the guilt off her. She sank deeper into the imagining.
"Nn... ngh!"
The sound leaked past lips she had clamped shut. She turned her head just enough to check on Taehyung. He did not stir. The alcohol must have put him under deep, and for the first time in a long while she was grateful for drink. Certain a drunken Taehyung would not wake, she grew bold.
She spread her legs wide and pushed her fingers deep. The cunt that had been hidden in the thick hair showed itself without shame. She was startled by how much wetter she was than usual.
Is it because I'm thinking of Doyun? Or because I have to touch myself carefully, so Taehyung won't wake?
She decided she did not care. Right now it did not matter which it was. She emptied her thoughts, fell back into the fantasy, and started rubbing her clit again. Taehyung no longer existed in that space. Only pleasure filled the vacancy. Between her legs, the friction of hand and wetness grew louder.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
She arched her hips back, then let out the breath she had been holding and curled her legs and body in on themselves.
"Haa... haa..."
Breathing hard and quiet, she closed her eyes and drew her hand out of her panties. Slowly she turned her back on Taehyung and rolled onto her side.
Behind her, Taehyung smiled in silence.
Yeah. Deep down, you want it too.
He had not been able to sleep. He was running one scenario after another through his head. In the deep of the night, Doyun and Jiyeon, without knowing it, were fanning the flame of his will. And there was something neither Taehyung nor Jiyeon knew.
Behind their bedroom door, Doyun was still standing, holding his breath.