Blunt Confessions and Trailside Temptation
“Honey, where are you?”
“Yeah, at the coffee shop in front of the library.”
“With that girl from earlier?”
“Yeah, she’s my little sis.”
“Should I come there too? We could grab lunch together.”
“Yeah, hold on. I’ll ask and call you back.”
It had turned into a tricky situation. When they’d left the reading room earlier, Ara had pouted with a sulky expression, clearly gearing up to check things out herself. There was no way bumping these two women together would end well. In the end, I had no choice but to send Jeong-ah off, so I explained the situation to her and asked to meet up another time.
“Who is it? Your girlfriend?”
“Yeah. She got super jealous seeing you when we were leaving. Can’t we just link up later when I text you?”
“Why? She wants to meet now?”
“Yeah, lunch together.”
“Then we can all eat as a trio.”
“What if you slip up and say something dumb?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be careful.”
I couldn’t win against Jeong-ah’s stubbornness, so I called Ara to the coffee shop. After a quick hello there, we headed down from the library and moved to a restaurant around the corner—one with private rooms, perfect for chatting without interruptions.
“Unnie, you’re so pretty.”
“Jeong-ah, you’re gorgeous too. But are you really oppa’s blood sister?”
“Nah, just a friend who’s also his fuck buddy.”
“Gah!”
Jeong-ah had dropped a bombshell. It was such a massive screw-up that there was no salvaging it—I just sat there with my mouth hanging open, staring blankly at Jeong-ah and Ara. Ara, too, seemed speechless, her eyes wide as saucers, fixed on Jeong-ah’s mouth.
“Unnie, why the shock? It’s nothing serious. I just follow him around ‘cause I like him, and when I’m horny, I beg him for it.”
“……”
“Sorry if that upset you. If you really hate it, I won’t fuck him anymore.”
“It’s not that it upset me—it just shocked me. You two knew each other before me, so it’d be weird if I got mad about it.”
“But have you slept with oppa yet?”
“Ah, no.”
“How long have you been dating?”
“About a week.”
“Makes sense. Oppa doesn’t like you enough yet?”
“He does, but honey’s still…”
“Even if oppa runs, you gotta grab him, unnie. That’s what I did.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I straight-up offered myself a bunch of times, but he wouldn’t budge.”
“I’ve got a lot to learn from you, Jeong-ah.”
“Unnie, can I call you unnie from now on?”
“Sure, let’s do that. I like you too, Jeong-ah.”
“Then could I borrow oppa once a month? I’ve got a boyfriend, but his dick game is trash.”
“……”
“Never mind. Like I said, no more sex with oppa from now on.”
“You horny a lot?”
“I’m at that age where I wanna go wild. But my boyfriend spends good money and he’s hot—yet the sex stresses me out more than anything. After, I just feel worse.”
“Honey good in bed?”
“Try it sometime. You’ll go straight to heaven.”
“For real?”
“Yup.”
It was getting more outrageous by the second. I was so embarrassed I fake-coughed a few times to cut them off, but they ignored me completely, treating me like a slab of meat on the cutting board as they diced away. The conversation only wrapped up when the food arrived. I had no idea if most girls these days thought like Ara or Jeong-ah, or if these two were just special, but either way, their mindsets were a lot for me to handle.
“See, oppa? Told you I’d get along with unnie. You’re the one with the outdated thinking.”
“Even you think I’m outdated, Ara?”
“Kinda, yeah. Last night when I said I wouldn’t go home, most guys would’ve been thrilled.”
“Unnie, he did that last night?”
“Yeah. But he forced me to go home anyway.”
“Enough of that. Let’s just eat.”
“Fiiine. Unnie, let’s eat.”
At my plea to eat, they finally shut up and picked up their spoons. After lunch, Jeong-ah headed off from in front of the restaurant, and Ara and I walked back up to the library.
“Jeong-ah good in bed?”
“You really gonna ask that? Sex isn’t about good or bad—it’s how in tune you are emotionally.”
“Anyway, it felt good with her?”
“You ever hate someone you’re fucking?”
“So it was good, huh?”
“Drop it. I’ve got data to sort, and you’ve got work too.”
Saturday passed like that, and Sunday was spent at the library too. After that day, things with Ara were routine: lunch together, then reading in the reading room until I finished sorting data, and heading home as a pair.
“Honey, what’s with the jeans for hiking?”
“Jeans are all I’ve got for casual wear.”
“No suits or anything else besides jeans?”
“Yeah, except pajamas.”
“We gotta buy you some hiking gear, honey. Let’s climb first, then hit a store on the way down.”
“You gonna hike that often to justify new clothes? I won’t have time soon anyway.”
“Still…”
“Anyway, get in the car quick.”
“You brought the car?”
“Yeah, gotta drive to the east gate at least.”
“That’s not hiking!”
“Walking from here would kill me.”
Ara couldn’t break my stubbornness, so we drove to the east gate. She’d planned the route from Beomeosa to the east gate, but since we drove, we switched to climbing to Godangbong Peak from the east gate and back down. Truth be told, I’d rather skip the hike and just drive a bit further to the mountain village for some chicken from there. Anyway, starting from the east gate via the north gate to Godangbong was tough for me, out of practice as I was.
“Ara, let’s rest a bit.”
“Already? Honey’s stamina is trash. I’ll hold your hand.”
“No need. I’m not that weak. Lead the way—I’ll keep up.”
Ara’s ass swaying ahead was firm and taut, radiating youthful freshness. Staring at it while walking sent blood rushing south, stiffening me up. The tight jeans made it hard to move. I had no choice but to hunch over and wait for it to calm down.
“Honey, what’re you doing?”
“Go on ahead. I’ll catch up.”
“You okay?”
Worried, she turned back and approached. Then, a sharp gasp escaped her.
“Honey, what the hell? Why’s it like that all of a sudden?”
“Like what?”
“That thing.”
Damn, she’d spotted it standing at full attention. She squatted right in front of me, eyeing the bulge poking through my pants, then grinned up at me and slyly grabbed it.
“Why’s it doing this?”
“Heh, my ass got you hard, huh?”
“Guess honey’s still a healthy guy after all.”
Her touch made even more blood surge, the thing nodding frantically inside my jeans, desperate to rear up. Amused, she released her grip, then started rubbing the front of my pants with her palm. I grabbed her hand to stop her, but she pressed harder, teasing me relentlessly.
“Feels good, honey?”
“……”
“Let’s go over there. Someone might come.”
It was Monday morning, so no hikers around, but I worried anyway—and didn’t want to kill the vibe—so I followed her off the trail into the woods. Even as we walked, her hand stayed on my pants. Soon, we reached a clearing with stacked rocks. She leaned me against one, unzipped my jeans, and pulled it out. As she tugged down her panties, it sprang up with a thwack toward the sky. She gripped it and stroked slowly up and down. Her warm hand made it throb harder, precum leaking from the tip. She smeared it with her fingertip, coating the head and teasing it with flicks.
“Want me to use my mouth, honey?”
“……”
Before I could answer, she squatted, licked the tip with her tongue, then took the meat stick in, sliding it deep before pulling back. She sped up, bobbing wildly. Her hair whipped around, the sensations intensifying with each shake. I clenched my fists to hold out, then grabbed her head.
“Ah~ ugh!”
The heat of her mouth, her tongue and lips assaulting me—I felt myself crumbling. My blood rushed to my cock, ready to unleash. I’d hit my limit. I pushed her head back to pull out, but she pressed her face deeper into my crotch.