Spring Date
We'd eaten a home-cooked meal together, sipped drinks at a café, played games, and even knocked back some booze. And for the finale, Jisoo had driven me all the way home in his car.
"Take care on your way back. I'll text you."
Standing in front of my house, Jisoo gazed at me with the gentlest smile. It was so kind that I kept deluding myself. He's just being nice because of our promise—meeting me temporarily out of pity, treating me sweetly for no real reason.
"Yeah, you too, Jisoo. Drive safe."
I stared back, mumbling something utterly cliché. I had no idea what else to say. It was only our first real date—how could I confess that I'd fallen for him? Especially since this was the same guy who'd been glaring daggers and smacking me around until yesterday. If he suddenly heard "I like you," it'd just sound insane.
"Get inside already. I'll wait till you're in."
"...Okay, heading in."
Truth be told, I wanted to linger with him a little longer. The night was already late, but I ached to invite him in for tea. I longed to say it, but courage failed me, so I slunk inside alone.
Peering out the window, I watched him climb into his car.
"Ah, I should've just gone for a kiss. Or at least said 'come inside'..."
Regret flooded me. Still, we had a second date locked in. If I could make him fall hard for me by then—repeat those sinful things from our first encounter—it'd be perfect.
"Agh, what the hell am I even thinking...!"
I shook my head furiously and headed to the bathroom to wipe off my makeup. In the mirror, my face burned bright red. I couldn't stop replaying the sight of Jisoo's... cock from that time.
"Uwaaah! Seriously, what do I do? Have I lost my mind liking him?!"
Back then, I'd hated it—couldn't even stand the thought of touching it, it was so repulsive. Now? I craved it. What a laughable turnaround.
"Hnn, uh... it keeps itching."
Just thinking about Jisoo's dick made my pussy throb insanely. No matter how hard I fingered myself, it wasn't enough. Only his cock can scratch this itch, I thought desperately.
"Haa, ah... maybe just once before bed..."
I stripped off my clothes one by one—jacket, blouse, skirt, stockings, bra, panties.
"Shower after."
I crawled onto the bed into a comfy position and began teasing my nipples softly.
"Hoot, ah... did he touch them like this back then...?"
Recalling Jisoo's hands, I mimicked him as closely as possible. That way, it'd feel like he was doing it to me.
"Haa, ahn... eung, yes... so good, Jisoo...!"
Just from the nipples, ecstasy crashed over me, threatening to blank my mind. I'd masturbated endlessly before, but nothing had ever felt this electric right from the start. Lust had me utterly enslaved. My pussy gushed slick in waves, the hole twitching desperately for something thick to fill it—as if begging Jisoo's cock to plunge in.
"Something... to shove inside...?"
Insertion play scared me; fingers were all I'd ever dared. But tonight, they wouldn't cut it. I rummaged for a suitable toy.
"This... might work...?"
On the vanity sat a slim, elongated soothing gel tube. Thinner than Jisoo's dick, sure, but thicker than my fingers—should satisfy more.
"Should I... wrap a condom on it...?"
No real insertion experience meant no condoms handy. I cleaned it thoroughly, set it on the bed, and hesitated.
"Nngh, so itchy... but is it really safe to shove it in?"
My pussy wept for anything, but doubts lingered. Would it even fit?
"O-okay, let's try..."
I lay back, spread my legs wide, and stroked my clit. It was primed—juices flooded out, soaking the sheets.
"Haa, ahn... aahn, Jisoo... y-yes...! Right there, so good...!"
In my fantasy, Jisoo smiled tenderly, fingers dancing over my pussy. Pure imagination, yet it drove me wild.
"P-put it in...! Your cock—shove it deep and fuck me senseless...!"
Porn-star pleas spilled from my lips effortlessly. I'd barely watched any porn, but there they were.