Give Me Your Number
The sex had gone on for nearly two hours.
Holy shit.
Two hours. Sure, there'd been some foreplay mixed in here and there, but two hours was still a pretty long stretch, wasn't it? I'd always figured that kind of thing only happened in manga. Turns out I was wrong.
Two weeks of pent-up lust had pushed my stamina right to its limit. Every time I drove my cock into her pussy, dopamine flooded through me. Once I surrendered to the pleasure, the time just melted away.
Watching Seong A-rin's reactions after two or three rolls of my hips was a genuine pleasure all its own.
Even more surprising was the fact that I still had about one more round left in me.
"Nngh...! Hah...!"
Thwap— thwap—
The sounds of a man and a woman joining together filled the motel room. The wet slap of flesh on flesh struck my ears in a thoroughly pleasant way, and Seong A-rin's moans layered over it like accompaniment. Ah, if this wasn't a symphony, what was?
This room had become a concert hall, and I was both the performer and the audience. A thoroughly satisfying position to be in.
"Nnh... haah..."
If I had one small complaint, it was that the accompaniment had gotten a little quiet. Maybe it was all the pounding, but she looked pretty worn out. She was still moaning — just not screaming the way she had at the start.
Well. We'd been at it for two hours. I could cut her some slack.
We were in doggy style now. She'd plant herself face-down and push her ass back, and I'd drive into her from behind. My knees, abused against the mattress, twinged a little, but it was nothing I couldn't handle.
Up until then, we'd been going at it missionary. That was how we'd started, after all. Fucking her while watching her face was a pretty good time. Flawless, unblemished skin. That neatly sculpted face flushed red — the sight was worth something all on its own.
She still couldn't hold eye contact for more than three seconds, too embarrassed to look at me head-on. Not that it mattered. I was too busy staring at her bouncing tits to lock eyes with her anyway.
After wrapping up about three rounds including the first, I'd flipped the exhausted Seong A-rin over on my own and started pounding her like this.
—Thwap! Thwap!
The impact sounded again, and a dizzying rush of pleasure spread up from below. Whenever it felt like I was being sucked in from the root, the pleasure rose on its own.
"Kyahh...!! Stop— I really can't. I'm so tired..."
A few minutes later, Seong A-rin pleaded in a voice that had melted into liquid. Her arm, collapsed on the bed, twitched for a moment — looks like she'd just come again. The strength drained from her body on its own, and that raised ass sank back down.
She looked pitiful, sure, but I still hadn't unloaded my boys yet. And watching her like that stirred up a peculiar streak of sadism.
"Up."
So I gave her an order. I'd decided to just drop the formal speech entirely. It was more comfortable this way. We were the same age, for fuck's sake. Being the same age and having already mixed bodies — talking formally at this point would be the weird thing, wouldn't it?
"......"
Seong A-rin turned her head to look at me. A reproachful, pitiful gaze filled both her eyes. But only for a moment. Then she lifted her ass just like I'd told her to.
Slick. Her rear drew closer, and her pussy settled back into the right position.
I liked this feeling. She'd complain about how hard it was, but the moment I gave her an order in a slightly low voice, she obeyed without a fuss. It was like watching a pet squirrel. She didn't even look like she minded being ordered around.
Hell, she might've even liked it.
"That's it."
I muttered that and drove my cock back in.
"Nngh...!"
I felt her pussy, hypersensitive from climax, and kept pumping. Fortunately for her, I was at my limit too, so the urge to come rose fast. I didn't hold the pleasure back. I just came.
Spurt—! Spurt—!
A faint limpness settled over me as white semen gushed out. A milky droplet beaded at the tip of the condom. I pulled it off, tied it off roughly, and tossed it onto the dresser.
One, two, three.
A neat little row of colorful condom balloons sat pretty on top of the drawer. I looked at them for a moment, then lay down right next to her.
"Haah... haah..."
Seong A-rin didn't even have the strength to speak anymore — just the soft, shallow hiss of her breathing. Warmth radiated from her back. Soft skin registered through my fingertips.
Yeah. That was a pretty satisfying fuck.
What was this.
How had it come to this.
"Hnn..."
Seong A-rin thought this while the aftershocks of pleasure were still rolling through her. She still couldn't understand how she'd ended up in this situation.
She'd been sure they were just going to talk and then leave... She hadn't even known the other person was a guy. By the time she'd come to her senses, her virginity was gone, and she'd come several times after that.
Everything had flashed by like a dream. In fact, she still felt like she was dreaming.
"......"
Seong A-rin turned her head to look behind her. A man was there, a lazy grin on his face, groping her breasts.
"......?"
Their eyes met for a moment, and the man tilted his head. Seong A-rin felt inexplicably embarrassed and turned away again.
Then, suddenly, the texts they'd exchanged before surfaced in her mind. The reply that Lee Se-won had sent her over chat.
The conversations they'd had, imagining this exact situation. Thinking about it now, Seong A-rin was speechless.
He said he looked average...!
How was that an average face. That was a handsome face. Tastes might differ, but he was nowhere near "pretty average." Those decadent, heavy-lidded eyes, that straight nose, that slender jawline. At the engineering school she attended, a face like that could easily get him called the campus heartthrob.
Having sex with someone like that — and sex tailored to her own tastes, no less — she still couldn't quite believe it.
But the man's cock brushing against her ass, the warmth she felt against her back — those proved it was real. It was a comfortable, pleasant sensation. Like sinking into a hot bath and melting away the day's fatigue. The feeling of someone holding her was that warm. If it were up to her, she could've stayed like this for hours.
...Except she really wished he'd stop doing this one thing.
"Um... could you maybe stop touching? It's a little embarrassing..."
Seong A-rin finally asked him, after holding it in as long as she could. Her voice was loaded with mixed feelings. She was pointing at her chest.
Squish, squish.
She could feel a hand moving around on her breasts. A quiet, savoring kind of motion. Every time he squeezed, a faint jolt of stimulation ran through her.
"Haah..."
The stimulation was faint, sure — but even faint stimulation, piled up long enough, turned into pleasure. It felt good, that much was true, but two hours of it just left her exhausted. She wanted to rest now, too. That was the hope she'd had when she asked him.
"No."
There was no way that hope was getting granted. She'd already lost the initiative. A long time ago, at that.
"Haah..."
She gave up almost immediately. It hadn't been a request she'd put much hope in anyway. Seong A-rin let out a sigh and turned her head away again.
And the fact that her lower half was getting wet even in a situation like this meant that, deep down, she didn't actually hate it. She felt, once again, what a pervert she was. Seong A-rin could only mutter in resignation.
"What kind of guy has a sex drive like this..."
"What's wrong with my sex drive."
"Is it normal for a person to just keep thrusting for over two hours?"
"If a guy's been pent up, it can happen."
Was that "a little pent up"? What happened when someone was really pent up?
She wondered for a second if other guys were like this too, but she quickly decided they weren't. Not long ago, a friend of hers had complained that sex with her boyfriend never lasted long enough. Listening to that had been annoying at the time — who knew that memory would come in handy now. Based on that story, it was pretty clear this guy was not normal.
Not that that was a bad thing. It was just a little exhausting...
"......"
"......"
A quiet, comfortable stretch of time followed. Lee Se-won kneaded Seong A-rin's breasts, and she quietly soaked in his warmth. It felt like her heart was settling.
Wait... come to think of it...
Then, suddenly, a flicker of anxiety surfaced.
Is this it? Is this the end?
The uneasy thought that this relationship might be over the moment they walked out of the motel room. Looking at this guy whose personality she couldn't get a read on at all, she could easily imagine him just walking away the second they left. That would be a bad thing.
Seong A-rin wanted to keep this going.
What do I do.
Should she at least get his number? She hesitated for a moment. Sure, they had a one-on-one chat room, but that had its limits as a way to stay in touch. A room that died the second either person left was nothing more than a one-way window. So getting his phone number was the right call.
She'd made up her mind. Now she just had to actually do it. All she had to do was pick up her phone and ask the guy behind her for his number. That was it.
"...Um."
"Yeah?"
"...No. Never mind."
But her mouth just wouldn't open. It parted, then closed, then parted again. The sentence she'd assembled in her head refused to come out.
Seong A-rin was, at her core, a pretty timid person. Even for a single sentence, she ran it through her head several times before speaking. Sure, around her close friends from middle and high school she could talk freely enough. But with strangers — especially strange men — her mouth just wouldn't cooperate.
What if she asked and he said no? What if she made him uncomfortable? Those negative thoughts got in the way of speaking.
"......"
The hesitation stretched on. All she had to do was say one thing. Just close her eyes and ask for his number. That was all. And still her mouth wouldn't open.
An awkward silence settled in. In the middle of that warm, cozy stretch of time, Seong A-rin was the only one fidgeting.
"Oh, right."
Lee Se-won suddenly spoke up, like he'd just remembered something. He pulled his hand off her chest and rummaged through the pants he'd thrown off. What came out of the pocket was Lee Se-won's phone.
"Give me your number."
And then the phone was being held out to her. The motion was so casual that Seong A-rin froze for a second.
"Huh?"
It felt like the roles had flipped. Wasn't this usually something the girl asked? She wondered, briefly, just how easygoing this guy was.
"Ah, okay."
She was a little stunned, but exchanging numbers was something she was more than happy to do. Seong A-rin quickly took the phone and typed in her number.
"...Here."
And then the phone was handed back.
"Thanks."
Lee Se-won took the phone back and started tapping at it. He touched the screen a few times, and then a ringtone rang out.
—♪
It was her ringtone. The default one that came with the phone. A cheerful little melody sank into Seong A-rin's ears.
"There we go."
Lee Se-won heard it, then hung up like that was all he needed. A sudden emptiness settled in with the silence, but only for a moment — Seong A-rin quickly picked up her phone to check.
A missed call sat on her home screen.
A simple combination of eight digits. But it wasn't a number she could look at as just a number. This was none other than the number of the man right in front of her — Lee Se-won.
Seong A-rin lifted her head and looked at him. A man was looking right at her, a quiet smile on his lips. Those sharp eyes still pierced straight through her, but right now even that just felt attractive. For a moment, Seong A-rin's heart skipped.
"Oh, and just talk casual. We're the same age anyway, no need to be formal, right?"
"Huh? Even so, it's a little awkward..."
"Come on. I can't be the only one dropping the formalities."
"......"
Seong A-rin hesitated, then said it.
"...Okay."
She had a feeling she wasn't going to be able to get away from this guy.