Ara's First Time
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I slowly raised my body, positioning my rock-hard cock at the entrance to Ara's valley, giving her time to mentally prepare to take it in. After a moment, I lowered my hips and slowly pushed into the entrance. But it couldn't thrust forward. It felt blocked by something. I looked down at Ara's face; she was grimacing fiercely, enduring the pain.
Suddenly, my senses sharpened.
"Ara, open your eyes."
"……."
"Are you...?"
"Put it in, honey. Just put it in."
As she spoke, Ara gripped my ass tightly with both arms, pressing hard. I worried if it was really okay to take her virginity, but we'd come this far—there was no turning back. I slowly pushed my flesh spear deeper into her body.
"Ahhh!"
She let out a groan, her face twisted in agony. But her arms clung to my ass even tighter, as if afraid I'd stop. Since the membrane had to be broken anyway, it was best to do it in one go. That way, her pain would end quickly. I lifted my hips high, aligned perfectly with her entrance, then slammed down hard. My cock pierced through swiftly, shattering the barrier and burying itself deep inside her.
"Aaaack!"
With a scream, her body shuddered violently. Her nails raked and dug into my back. Tears streamed from her closed eyes—from the pain of the rupture and the loss of her virginity. Words weren't needed; I held her tight, bringing my lips to her eyes to lick away her tears. After a while, she fluttered her eyes open softly.
"Honey, I love you."
"Ara, I love you."
"Don't ever abandon me, honey."
"I won't. I'll love and protect you until I die."
"But they said sex feels good... it just hurts."
"Everyone feels pain the first time."
"I heard it hurts, but not this much."
"Sorry for hurting you, my Ara."
"You really won't abandon me, right?"
"Yeah. Never! I swear on the heavens."
"Then I'll forgive you if you cheat once in a while."
"What?"
"Jeong-ah said no man doesn't cheat."
"Aigoo, when did my wife get so smart?"
"But don't do it too often. I'd get mad."
"Got it, ma'am."
"So now I'm really your woman, right?"
"Yeah, you are. And I'm your man."
"But you're still hard?"
It was throbbing fiercely. Of course—after getting so worked up without release, that was natural. Her blood from the rupture coated it thickly, turning it bright red, and a small red circle stained the white sheets.
"You're still so hard, but it hurts too much to go on today."
"We shouldn't on a day like this anyway. It could lead to infection. Just lie here a bit, then we'll wash up and go."
I held Ara to my chest, patting her ass gently as I listened happily to her chatter. Who guards their virginity past twenty these days? It was rare in this modern world. And for such a girl to demand sex from me after less than two weeks? Equally unusual. After resting in each other's arms for a while, as our day room time wound down, I sent her to wash first. Once she was in the bathroom, I pulled an emergency knife from my bag and cut out the bloodstained sheet. I folded it neatly, tucked it into my bag, left 30,000 won on the vanity, and scribbled a note explaining the sheet.
"Honey, what's this?"
"Yeah, sorry for tossing the sheet."
"Bleach would clean it."
"No, I want to keep your trace."
"Eww, why?"
"Do you know how rare it is for a woman over twenty to be a virgin these days?"
"Even so, why cut it out to keep?"
"I'll handle that."
"But it hurts so much I can barely walk. "crying"
"It'll ease up soon. Let's head out, grab coffee at Songjeong Beach."
Suddenly remembering, I told her to pause dressing and checked the vanity—sanitary pads were there. I had her put one on, then dressed myself. We left the motel, took the Gyeongbu Expressway back to Busan, switched to the urban expressway, and headed to Songjeong. While driving, Ara gripped my hand tightly.
"Still hurt a lot?"
"A bit better now."
I handed her coffee as we got out; she said she was okay. But walking would prove otherwise. Still, to avoid her parents noticing, a little practice walking would help, so I urged her out of the car.
"Ack!"
Ara cried out. Standing was tough. But what could we do?
"Walk a little even if it hurts. Otherwise, your mom will notice right away."
"Okay. But it really hurts."
"Sorry."
"If I'd known it'd hurt this much, I wouldn't have asked."
Standing beside her, she hooked one arm through mine, held her coffee in the other, and limped along after me. We slowly entered the sandy beach. Watching the waves roll in, I glanced at her face; she looked back, grimacing slightly but smiling brightly.
"Ara, I love you."
"Honey, I'll love only you. But I want a kiss."
I wrapped my arms around her back, pulling her close, pressing my lips to hers. She hugged me tight, kissing back. The evening dusk was our gift. Without the darkness, I might not have dared kiss on the beach.
As we walked the shore, her limp steadied a bit. The rupture pain was fading.
"Less painful now?"
"Yeah, really okay."
"Looks good to me. Just be careful at home, or your mom will worry."
"Got it."
"Anyway, stay careful until we marry."
"You'll marry me, honey?"
"Who else?"
"I didn't know you were thinking marriage."
"But my age... your parents might object a lot."
"Don't worry. Dad always listens to me."
"Marriage is different. Fathers see all men as thieves."
"Hing~ Then what? Should I run away?"
"Don't say scary things. I'll handle your parents—just trust me."
"So when do we marry?"
"Not right away—it's tough, and you're young. Enjoy your youth first."
"If you want to marry, I'd live with you now."
"And regret it later?"
"Why regret? Living with the man I love."
"No. Live youthfully another 2-3 years. No regrets then."
"Hing~ I want to live with you, cook your meals, do your laundry every day."
Thinking of marriage made her twenty-two years feel like a hurdle. It'd suit me to have a young wife, but she should be out enjoying friends, youth's prime—not tied as one man's wife. It felt limiting, a pang of guilt. Anyway, I needed to think seriously about marrying her. It was sudden for me too.
I dropped her home, then went to mine. Lying there, staring at the ceiling, I reflected on the day—from our first meeting to now. Fate was mysterious. We hadn't dated long or shared much emotion, yet it wasn't casual sex; I'd taken her virginity, her first. That weighed heavily.
Her texts brought a warm smile. Recalling her fresh, lovely face, I drifted into deep sleep.