Threesome Sex with My Friend's Boyfriend (1)
“Hah… ah… hyang… ha… so good…”
“...You like it when I play with your nipples and clit at the same time? You're drooling down there…”
I muttered while fucking Daye, hidden behind a parked car in the alley.
Instead of answering, Daye greedily thrust her tongue into my mouth and licked, while below she took my cock pounding into her.
One hand crushed Daye's breast; the other rubbed her clit as I thrust hard from behind.
By now I had grown fairly used to answering these demands of hers.
Every so often a thought would surface.
...I'm pretty sure Daye said she wouldn't do this anymore after she'd poured out every last feeling she had for me back then…
Yet her feelings for me seemed only to have grown larger, never smaller.
Even now she clung to me so desperately, working to wring out even one more drop of semen.
The weather had turned cool enough that stripping bare outdoors like this no longer felt especially cold.
“Hang! Ha! Ang! Haang! Ang!! Aaang!!”
Daye lay face-down across the hood of some stranger's car, letting out pure bitch moans every time my cock drove deep.
I seized her pink hair in a fist, yanked hard, and came with a shuddering spurt.
“Ugh…!! Ohh… It's squeezing so tight… Haa, haa, haa…”
Daye's pussy grip was unintentionally improving as it learned to handle my massive cock. Her boyfriend, who still had never once had sex with her, would be devastated if he ever found out.
After the irresponsible creampie we stayed flattened together a long while, gasping for breath.
Thick sweat made our overlapping bodies stick and cling.
I stroked Daye's hair tenderly and whispered low against her ear.
“...That's enough for today, right? Hurry inside. Your boyfriend's coming home early, isn't he?”
“Mm… Can't we stay like this just a little longer? It feels so warm inside…”
Unlike her usual tomboy self, when she clung this stickily with such bitchy coquetry it was hard to peel her off.
I shrugged helplessly and held her from behind for a long time with my cock still buried inside.
We were enjoying the afterglow, trading idle nonsense, when—
“...Huh? Daye?”
“...Ah.”
Daye's boyfriend Seungheon, home earlier than usual, stared at us with eyes gone huge.
I froze just as hard as he did, eyes wide.
...F-fuck.
We were naked from the waist down and still locked together; there was no talking our way out of this.
My mind went blank, no excuse forming, when—
Fortunately Daye waved first, smiling as if nothing were wrong.
“...Yeah, babe, you're here? We're in the middle of Sex Practice Class homework!”
I flinched at her words and thought,
...I-is that really okay…? She used to say who couldn't tell the difference between homework and actual cheating…
Indeed Seungheon frowned and tilted his head, still doubtful even after hearing her.
Daye and I fretted, sweat beading, terrified he would catch on to what we really were.
Even so my thick cock remained buried deep inside her.
I didn't pull out because if I withdrew and Seungheon saw the semen dripping free he would be shattered. So this was consideration for him more than any NTR kink.
Yet the situation inevitably excited me; my cock throbbed and swelled inside Daye.
She felt it, flinched, and slapped my hand as if telling me to pull out at once.
Then Seungheon suddenly laughed, scratched his head, and said,
“Ahh, so that was it. I thought so—there's no way you'd be like that with Jihoon.
Alright, then I'll go wait at home first! Finish the homework and take your time! Bye!”
Phew… phew… We didn't get caught…
While I sighed in relief, Seungheon walked off toward the house.
But Daye's face as she watched his back looked uneasy.
“...What's wrong? We didn't get caught by your boyfriend, right?”
“...Something's weird. He called me ‘babe.’”
I frowned in confusion and asked back.
“So what? You called him babe too. What's the problem?”
“But he's never called me babe before. Except sometimes when he's really furious with me.”
I thought, Usually people call you by name when they're mad and use babe the rest of the time, don't they? but kept it to myself.
Anyway I sent the slightly anxious Daye off and headed home.
When I got back Yeji still hadn't returned.
...I've freeloaded off Yeji every day, so maybe I should clean the room a bit today…
Living with a woman, the place seemed to get messy faster.
Just the long strands of Yeji's hair scattered across the floor already numbered dozens.
Of course a few of her curly pubic hairs were mixed in among them.
Normally the meticulous Yeji handled this herself, but today I decided to clean specially and score points.
I was diligently wiping the floor with wet tissues when the front-door password suddenly beeped in rapid, urgent presses.
I opened the door and smiled brightly at Yeji as she rushed inside.
“Ah, Yeji! You're here? I just finished cleaning…”
“Jihoon, Jihoon! That's not important right now!”
Yeji shouted in a voice bright with excitement.
I felt a small pang that the cleaning I'd worked hard on wasn't important, but decided to hear her out first.
“...Why? Is there some good news?”
Yeji nodded her head vigorously again and again and cried,
“Look at this, this! I finally passed the audition!”
Her hands trembling with excitement, she opened her phone; the acceptance email glowed on the screen.
I too stared wide-eyed and shouted in matching excitement.
“R-really? Then Yeji's debuting now?”
“Yes! Of course the role isn't decided yet, but still… standing on stage is confirmed!”
Yeji was so elated her face had gone bright red. I instantly forgot my tiny disappointment, seized her hands, and jumped up and down with her in pure joy.
After all I could fully imagine how much she had suffered.
Since becoming an adult—no income at all, her parents' inheritance dwindling day by day, every dream repeatedly crushed—how hard those years must have been.
I celebrated as if it were my own victory, holding her hands and leaping for joy.
Then Yeji suddenly let go, her face falling, and said,
“...But… there's still one hurdle left.”
“Huh? You said you passed the audition. What's the hurdle?”
“...As I mentioned earlier, the role still isn't decided… To take a lead part with a lot of lines I have to audition again among the finalists.”
Yeji sighed deeply, voice drained. I tilted my head, puzzled.
“What? But Yeji is already an excellent actress who passed the audition. An audition like this should be a piece of cake now, right?”
“Wh-who says that! It's not like that at all. Moreover the role audition—even if it's only the staff—means I have to actually act in front of an audience…”
Yeji already trembled as if terrified. I asked carefully,
“...Are you the type who freezes when people are watching?”
“Yes, completely… The more people watching, the worse the tension. When I get nervous my mind goes blank and I forget every line… Haa, I know an actress shouldn't be like this, but it's not something I can control…”
Certainly the acting skill I had seen from Yeji was so outstanding it was hard to understand why she was still unknown.
But every performance of hers I had witnessed had been essentially a one-person play with no audience; if she couldn't fully display her talent on a real stage, the reason she had never debuted made perfect sense.
I thought a moment, then brightened with a good idea and smiled.
“...Yeji, don't worry. If it looks like you've forgotten your lines from nerves on stage, I'll cough loudly and noisily from the audience seats right away.”
“Wh-what? Cough? You can't do that! Everyone will stare…”
“That's exactly the point! That way the audience's eyes will briefly lock on me. Then you can quickly shake off the tension and focus on acting again. How about it—good, right?”
“Eh, ehh… But then Jihoon would take on that shame instead…”
Yeji flushed, flustered, then finally rushed forward, hugged me tightly, and said,
“...I'm grateful just for the thought, Jihoon. But I'll work hard so you never have to do that.”
“Ahaha… I'd be grateful if you do!”
And so we chatted on in a warm, lively mood, naturally kissed, caressed each other, and then moved on to anal sex.