Can I Come Up Now?
I shoved my body under the hot water pouring from the showerhead. Drying my hair separately was a hassle, so I just draped a towel over it and sealed it tight with a shower cap. Standing there under the steaming spray, I warmed myself up for about twenty minutes. I didn't really need to shower. I wasn't the type to sweat much anyway—especially not compared to the hefty slabs of flesh hanging off my chest. And today, I hadn't even done anything strenuous. Plus, Hanjiu and I weren't in some romantic thing. No intentions of going there, so no need to fuss over body odor.
Still, I went through the trouble anyway. Felt like basic courtesy. During sex, I never touched his body or anything. But Hanjiu? He was all over my tits, sucking my nipples, my lower belly, even gnawing between my legs. And relaxing under hot water made it a bit easier to take his cock. A living pro tip I'd learned the hard way.
After rinsing off, I toweled dry and slipped into a towel-material robe dress. Standing at the vanity like that, I slathered on some sticky moisturizer, smearing it thick across my face. Ding-dong— The doorbell rang right on cue. He knew my door code, so why buzz? What a pain. I quick-stepped to the intercom and elbowed the button—my hands were still coated in cream.
A click, the lock disengaged, and a dark silhouette of a guy stepped into the entryway.
"Hey."
"Yeah. Were you showering?"
"All done. Just gotta lotion up, so sit on the bed for a sec."
A black hoodie over a short-sleeve tee. Crinkly knee-length sports shorts. Plastic convenience store bag dangling from one hand. For a guy heading upstairs to fuck a girl, he looked way too casual.
"Put that in the fridge?" I asked, ducking into the bathroom. I shed the robe and started smoothing body lotion from my calves upward.
"Hey, did you eat dinner?"
"Yeah."
"What?"
"Chicken breast sausage, a banana, and almond milk."
"That fills up a big lug like you?"
"It's enough to get by."
To reiterate: not exactly romantic pillow talk before a hookup.
"Wanna grab some late-night grub after?" I peeked out from behind the bathroom door, just my head. Hanjiu shot me a suspicious look.
"You sure you can handle that?"
"Huh?"
"Summer's almost here."
What did summer have to do with snacks? I glared, and his thick gaze slid downward—past the doorframe to where my belly probably was.
"Crazy! Dude, I haven't gained weight!"
"Felt a bit soft around your lower gut last time."
"That's just girl stuff! Look!"
No, I hadn't! If anything, I'd been losing weight lately—had me worried. Last time I went home, Mom nagged me nonstop about it. Eat properly for once! But... just to be safe. I stepped out naked and stood in front of Hanjiu. Sucking in my stomach a little. He shifted gears in his eyes and approached, hands tentative on my hips. He spun me toward the bathroom mirror.
The foggy glass showed a woman with flawless pale skin, pale pink areolas, nipples perked up stiff from the temp change. His hands slid up my ribs. Gently cupping under my breasts, he started kneading them, one hand tracing the swell while the other caressed my lower belly, the soft pudge around my navel. I leaned back, letting my weight rest against his solid chest. A low rumble whispered in my ear.
"Yeah, no belly fat. Let's skip it."
"Ahh... I told you it's gone!"
"Kidding. You need to put on some weight. You're too skinny."
"Hng! I was already stressing about that! Ah! Hey, don't pinch!"
"So, late-night menu after we're done."
~ When Hanjiu and I first started this sex partners thing, we laid out some ground rules. Keep it secret from others. End it clean if either starts dating or flirting. Speak up freely without tiptoeing. Standard stuff you'd expect for fuckbuddies. We even wrote it down in a document, each keeping a copy. It's buried in a folder on my desktop.
But besides the basics, there were some odd ones. First: no kissing. My rule. Taking a dick inside? Tolerable. Kissing a guy? No way. My brain couldn't handle it. Sure, you could argue it's weird to fuck but draw the line at kisses. But... nope. Still can't. Even now, with my mind and mannerisms soaked in female hormones, kissing's a hard no. Guess Song Yujeong still wasn't a perfect woman.
Second rule, also mine: no forcing positions, poses, or specific acts. Hanjiu, clueless about women's bodies, said anything goes—even eating my pussy. But having had a guy's junk for nearly sixteen years, I knew better. No illusions. Oral? Obvious no. Even hands? Gross. Just a nasty appendage to me.
So yeah, I loaded on the restrictions. Our sex was way more limited than average. Must suck for him—no kissing, no mouth or hands on his dick from me. All I could do was take him inside. Knowing that, I fully surrendered my body during sex. Whatever he did, I took it. No complaints about my condition either. He knew his size made it tough going in. But the soreness afterward, hobbling for a week? He probably hadn't clocked that.
Anyway.
"O-okay, that's enoughhh."
I'd cum a little without realizing, dragging out my words. Keeping it vanilla tonight. Bath towel under my waist, I lay on the bed while Hanjiu groped every inch below. Didn't want him seeing my pleasure-twisted face, so I covered it with my hands, struggling to steady my breath. No need to look—I knew. Between my legs, slick with arousal and his spit. He'd be eyeing me like prey, rolling on a condom.
Then, something hard nudged my entrance.
"This okay?"
Foreplay was shorter than usual. Intense, yeah—he'd gone down on me harder than normal. Still probably not enough. But he'd held back a while, so I nodded without protest.
"Yeah, put it in."
Savoring the dizzy tease at my entrance, I tried to relax. Tried. Familiar or not, this moment always tensed me up, scared me.
"Hngh!"
Slowly, Hanjiu's rigid cock pushed into my tight depths, stretching me. Tension locked my body; I gasped deep. The foreign fullness filling and expanding me? Still no adaptation. Couldn't even endure it properly. I gripped the towel hard.
Lucky the lingering pleasure dulled the sharp pain a bit.
"Hng! Hah!"
"Song Yujeong, loosen up."
"I-I'm t-trying!"
The pressure built in my lower half. I held back, but moans leaked past my lips.
"Ah! Hngh!"
At least he wasn't used to women yet. He'd miss if my cries were pleasure or pain.
When he bottomed out, I finally exhaled.
"Moving now."
"Yeah. Do it."
Yeah, pain's just momentary. Body adapts, then pleasure floods body and mind. Doesn't take long.
"Haaang! Hngh!"
"Song Yujeong, louder than usual today?"
"D-don't know! Ah! Sh-shut up!"
"Starting to feel it?"
"F-from earlier! Hng. Felt it ages ago?"
"Liar. You were dying of pain before."
Wait. Hold up. Hanjiu, you knew?
"Haaang! H-how'd you know?"
"Not an idiot. Even careful, and you're like this? Gotta be gentler next time."
More than busted—it was his next words, the sticky pleasure coiling in my gut surging higher. A new sensation spread to fingertips and toes.
"What? You're clenching harder suddenly?"
"D-don't know! Haaang! Sh-shut up and cum! Hah! J-just cum already!"
"Hey, nicer words. And we go together."
"Hngh. I'm g-gonna cum! So you too, f-faster. Haaaang!"