First Kiss
The program on the television was just another run-of-the-mill variety show. The kind of thing girls tend to go for. I watch them now and then as part of the game, but I've never found them particularly entertaining. What the hell is even supposed to be funny about this stuff?
Min-ah, though, was giggling away like it was the most amusing thing in the world. Whether it was the show or just her getting absorbed, her attention on me was already starting to thin and fade.
This is exactly why I wanted to avoid turning the TV on...
I let out a quiet breath. I could feel the whole evening twisting off course, and I knew exactly which fox was responsible. The girl who'd actually switched the thing on, though, wasn't watching it at all. She still had her arm hooked through mine, rubbing her chest against me. And when even that got no reaction, she took my hand and tugged it down onto her thigh.
The soft give of her inner thigh spread across my palm. It felt pretty damn nice. Youth, I supposed.
Still, at this point the normal thing to do was pretend to be startled. I yanked my hand back with a show of surprise and turned — and there was the Fox, smiling at me with her eyes crinkled up.
Hmh. This isn't going to work.
Her gaze was more calculating, more stubbornly adhesive, than I'd expected. This was not a situation I was going to wriggle out of easily. On the off chance it might help, I eased a little away from her and shifted toward Min-ah — and the Fox simply closed the distance I'd just opened, sticking to me as tightly as before.
Right. Running wasn't an option. Storming out of the room would have been even stupider. One way or another, I had to keep raising Min-ah's affection — or at the very least, hold the line.
In that case...
I pulled one of the sofa cushions over my lap, then offered my left hand to the Fox. In other words: do whatever you want. With my right arm, I reached around and drew Min-ah in by the shoulder.
She flinched. The sudden contact made her jump, and when she turned to look at me I gave her a bright, easy smile. Min-ah's eyes flicked sideways toward Ye-rim — she liked the closeness, but she couldn't quite stop being aware of the other girl in the room.
Quick on the uptake as always, Ye-rim pretended not to notice and stared fixedly at the television. The Fox knew perfectly well that this was the only way she'd get to push things further. All those hours in the gym had given me a fairly massive upper body, enough to hide what she was doing — but the problem was the TV screen. If you focused, you could see the three of us reflected in the glass, clear as day.
Which is probably why she's allowing it.
She still had no idea I was working on Min-ah. So as far as she was concerned, me putting my hands on the girl and keeping her from concentrating on the TV was a permission slip.
The moment Min-ah's head dipped again, Ye-rim moved as if the last few seconds had never happened. She caught my hand and guided it into the warm, secret space between her thighs. A faintly coarse texture, and then wetness, blooming against my fingertips.
She came without panties...
She really had. How bold could one girl get? She'd walked in here in a skirt that only came down to her knees, and she wasn't wearing a scrap underneath. She planted her fingers on the back of my hand and started using my palm to rub herself, working it over her entrance. After a moment she curled my middle finger in with one of her own and pushed both of them inside.
A thick, humid heat closed around me.
I'll just leave this side of things alone.
If I kept my hand slack, she'd do whatever felt good and be satisfied. Which meant I could finally turn my attention to Min-ah. Just to be safe, I glanced at the television — and sure enough, the Fox was too busy enjoying herself to look this way at all.
I turned to Min-ah. She felt my gaze and looked up at me, her face faintly flushed.
Cute. That bright, open girl, wearing an expression like this. I tightened the arm around her and drew her in against my chest, and she melted into me as if she were falling, a slow, yielding slide. A clean, pleasant scent of shampoo rose to my nose.
"Ah..."
A small sound slipped out of her, embarrassment warming the edges of it. Apparently the hard muscle under her cheek had struck a spark. Her hand came up and stroked across my chest, tentative and curious.
She can't help remembering what she saw that day, can she?
Every woman who'd gotten even one look at this body reacted the same way. That's how magnetic it is — magnetic enough that my trainer's wife once clamped down on my cock and begged me, out loud, to get her pregnant.
And then Min-ah's head lifted, just a fraction. Ye-rim's side of the sofa was still eating at her.
Damn— I moved fast, catching the back of her head and pressing her face firmly against my chest.
She went rigid. For a second her whole body locked up as if she'd been turned to stone.
Shit. Had I come on too strong? But if I hadn't, she would have seen everything happening beside us. Right now Ye-rim was in another world, impaled on my fingers and working herself with them, and she was in no state to be discreet.
I still should have been more careful...
If I'd seen it coming I could have prepared. The fact that I hadn't — that a move this predictable had caught me off guard — probably meant the Fox beside me had me more distracted than I wanted to admit. Regret hit fast, but finding a way to recover came first. I dropped my eyes to check on her, and—
Wait. This had actually worked out better?
"Ah, Uncle..."
She was scarlet all the way to the tips of her ears, squirming like she had no idea what to do with herself. I tipped my head down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
And in that instant—
Boom.
Yeah. Boom. The fact that I could almost hear that explosion go off wasn't just my imagination. She would have understood it now — that I had feelings for her. All that remained was to wait for her answer. Barring something unusual, it would come within a few days.
But sitting around waiting would be stupid.
I'd keep shaking the tree. Keep drawing her toward me.
That was when the movement of my left hand suddenly turned violent. She was getting close, by the feel of it.
Things are going well. I'm in a good mood. Might as well throw in a little service.
I hooked my fingers and dragged them hard against that spot inside her, a rapid, relentless curl. The tremor that ran through me put a question mark on Min-ah's face, but I just smiled and pulled her tighter into my arms, and that was enough.
Three seconds, maybe. Then the Fox clamped my hand in place with both of hers, locking my fingers inside her, and shuddered hard. Her voice, buried under the television, reached my ear and almost no one else's.
"I-I'm cummiiing—"
Christ. The slick that came pouring out of her... She'd gone off properly. Judging by the thick, sticky flood of it, she'd come hard and she'd come a lot. I pulled my hand free and lifted it — and a soft, firm warmth closed around it at once. The Fox was cleaning the hand she'd just ruined, licking it spotless with her mouth.
Well. Not the worst thing in the world.
Impregnating her along with Min-ah, I mean. If I trained her well enough, I could probably get her to suck me off in front of other people.
The problem with that fox, though, was that she did whatever the hell she wanted. Dinner was finished, the dishes were done, and I figured we were winding down — and then she suddenly announced that she was sleeping over. I glanced at Min-ah on the off chance she'd object, but—
"Okay! Come sleep in my room with me!"
"Thanks, Min!!"
For God's sake. I should have known better than to expect a refusal out of Min-ah. I was an idiot for even hoping. That same personality would make it easy enough to get her onto a bed, sure.
The problem is, I can see exactly what that fox is after.
It was written all over her. She intended to have me tonight before she left. And that was absolutely not happening. Min-ah had to come first. That was the only way to keep things from blowing up later. If I took Ye-rim first, there was a very real chance the Fox would do something catastrophic before I'd finished making Min-ah completely mine.
Which means there's only one move.
Ye-rim declared she was showering first and disappeared into the bathroom. The second she was gone, I caught Min-ah's hand and pulled her straight into the bedroom.
Her face was half fear, half a bright, helpless excitement. I stepped toward her. One step. Then another. Giving her time to get her heart ready. She backed up with me, one pace at a time, until her shoulders found the wall. She looked up at me with trembling eyes and opened her mouth.
"Ah, Uncle... I-I..."
I knew what she was trying to say. That she was his friend's daughter. That this couldn't happen. But it was the opposite, actually. If she hadn't been my friend's daughter, we never would have ended up here in the first place.
I reached out and pulled her shaking body against me. And then I kissed her.
The small tremor running through her surged, widened, took her over. Somewhere beyond the door, the only sound left in the apartment was the low hush of Ye-rim's shower.
I looked at her eyes, and I knew.
This is her first.
A first kiss. What Min-ah was doing right now was happening for the first time in her life. I was sure of it. How? Because her eyes had gone completely, utterly blank. A first kiss is supposed to feel like your brain has burned white — so intense that thought itself drops out. I don't know why. People just talk about it that way, as the single sharpest moment they can remember, a stretch of time in which nothing else exists.
That was Min-ah, right now. The fear and the excitement from a moment ago were gone. Her gaze was empty, dazed — but her lips and her tongue came at me hard, hungry, with no restraint at all.
Hah. A wet sound. Another.
The slide from a kiss into something deeper took almost no time at all. It was as if a levee that had been holding for years had simply given way; there wasn't a trace of hesitation left in her. She just didn't know anything, hadn't done any of this before, so all she could do was suck and pull at me, clumsy and searching. That raw inexperience was so purely, devastatingly innocent that I swelled against my clothes until it hurt.
The soft give of her lips. The firm, yielding press of her tongue. She licked into my mouth the way you'd eat chocolate fondue — greedy, delighted, tasting everything. I kept the kiss and reached down with both hands, taking one handful of her ass in each.
Plump. Springy. A perfect, heavy pair of handfuls. Hadn't I already bumped that ass with my hip while we were cleaning, smacked it while we were working out, just to get a taste of what it felt like? Squeezing it now, openly, kneading it at my leisure — the softness of it was enough to melt my thoughts right out of my head.
Her hands came up and fisted in the back of my hair, yanking me down. She couldn't seem to govern what she was feeling. Our chests crushed together, and a pair of breasts far too large for a twenty-year-old shoved against me, dense and insistent. Through that pressure I could feel her heartbeat.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Fast. Unsteady. No attempt at hiding it. You could hear exactly how worked up she was.
What a waste.
There just wasn't enough time, and that was the only thing I regretted. While the two of us were lost in each other's mouths, the sound of water beyond the door had already stopped. Meaning the Fox would be back any second.
But even if she hadn't been here, shoving Min-ah down on the bed right now would have been a reckless move. Take a girl who'd just had her first kiss, carry her to the mattress, and fuck her — and who knew what she'd feel once the sun came up and her head cleared? That was a coin toss I couldn't afford.
Leaving things to luck is what amateurs do.
This was the right place to stop. I eased my mouth from hers and started to pull back — and she clung to me, as if to ask where I thought I was going. I had to step away twice before she finally surfaced.
"Min-ah. Ye-rim."
"Ah... right."
She laughed, sheepish, like she'd forgotten the rest of the world existed. Her whole face was scarlet. She was going to need a minute to cool down.
Which meant this was the moment to say it. I drew a breath and opened my mouth.
"I'm staying out tonight. I'll come back later."
"What? Why?!"
She looked up at me, startled and almost accusing. Fair enough. The fire had just started catching, and here I was talking about spending the night somewhere else. But it couldn't be helped. This was for her sake as much as mine. I lifted my phone and delivered the excuse I'd prepared in advance.
"An acquaintance of mine passed away. I might have to go tonight and not make it back until morning."
"Ah... I see."
Understanding settled over her face, and disappointment right underneath it. Don't look at me like that. You make that face and I genuinely don't want to leave.
I still had to. The atmosphere in this apartment was such that if I slept here tonight, there was a real chance that fox would drain me dry before dawn. Not that the situation itself would have been a bad thing, exactly. But a woman who comes at you that hard, that fast, is dangerous in her own way. And more than any of that — Min-ah had to come first. Taking the Fox before her was how you ended up with a disaster you couldn't walk back from.
"Alright. I'll be heading out."
I reached up, took her face in both hands, and kissed her, light and brief. She followed me into it, her fingers sliding into my hair again. We started to sink under once more — and then a voice from down the hall yanked us both back into the room.
"Min-ah!! I left the clothes you lent me in the room!"
"Got it, wait up! I'll bring them!"
Min-ah pecked me on the cheek, told me to be safe, and winked. I waved back, then made my way out of the apartment at an unhurried pace. On the way, I fired off a text to Jeong-ah.
I figured I might as well drop by and let her treat me like a husband for the night.