96 - Upki Girl

< Completely Safe (2) - Warning: Contains Explicit Content. Skipping is Optional - > No, no. There is no such thing as a completely safe day unless it's due to the use of contraceptives or medical procedures. It was something my last girlfriend emphasized a lot. But right in this critical moment, what good is theory play like that going to do? The hidden meaning of "it's okay" is what's important here. Still, just in case, I had to bring a condom. I am a man who takes precautions. "Where are you going! I said we don't need it!" Je-hee shouted at me as I headed to the living room to grab a condom. Her declaration of going without a condom was, in itself, an intense foreplay moment. I returned to the room, clutching a small box. Out of the blue, Je-hee showed off her biceps. "I got this done." "Working out?" "No, implanted contraceptives." "Implanted contraceptives in your arm...?" "You didn't know?" "Nope." At first, I thought she was messing with me. But as I moved closer, it seemed she really did have a small implant inside her forearm. Amazing how new technologies are developed when you blink. One wonders how many aliens had to work overtime to make this... Without asking, Je-hee explained why she got the implant. All four members of her group, Plan L, suffer from severe menstrual cramps, so they all had the implant procedure. "Does it also relieve cramps?" "Yeah. Plus, female entertainers often go through procedures to avoid hitting their period during a project or album work. It's quite common now." Seowon and Yona seemed to have bad cramps too; maybe I should recommend it. Nodding, I placed the condom on the small table next to the bed. Then I climbed onto the bed and straddled Je-hee, who was covered by a blanket. There was nothing to hold us back. We hadn’t crossed the final boundary, but we had already moved forward with everything else. I like Je-hee's eyes without eyeliner in her no-makeup state. Sure, the overall image of Plan L is a bit strong, but if you look at Je-hee separately, her face is genuinely pure. Her skin is white, translucent, always maintaining a moist texture. I wonder if it's the same elsewhere? Based on Je-hee's external image, I anticipated that her nipples or genitals might also be very pure. But, even if that's not the case, it's okay. There must be an unexpected charm either way. Even if she has a pure face but dark nipples like black beans, large areolas like dinner plates, saggy breasts, coarse and plentiful pubic hair like a green scrubber, and her labia spread like a neglected cabbage, there’s a unique decadent beauty to that too, isn't there? Truth be told, I don't get too hung up on a woman's nude body. Whether flat or curvy, it doesn't matter. We've shared our emotions through past encounters and conversations. Now we’re craving each other's bodies. That's enough. Time to share the warmth of our bodies. I am a man with many desires. I will unleash everything I endured for the past three years as if in training. Romantic and gentle caressing? Toss that aside. I intend to grip tightly, confining us until sweat drenches us and steam fogs the windows—wild like a beast. I am confident. As I leaned in, Je-hee closed her eyes. I cupped her ears and cheeks with my hands and kissed her. Her lips were sweet. I slid my tongue between her damp, soft lip membranes. Je-hee’s tongue eagerly met mine, intertwining in a sticky embrace, creating a rich, sibilant friction. My heart raced at double its usual speed. A cocktail of chemicals rushed through my veins. Je-hee's excited breathing escaped in soft huffs. Her body squirmed under the blanket. I couldn't hold back. I wanted to ravage Je-hee's body with growing roughness. I pulled the blanket aside. Je-hee was wearing pink slip lingerie. Her upper chest was plushly framed above the deep U-neck. She wore no bra. Her nipples were already firm, tenting the lingerie in a taut rise. Through the lingerie, I squeezed her breasts, pinched the nipples between my thumb and index finger, perhaps with too much zeal. “Ah...” A moan escaped, sounding somewhat pained. Her brow pinched in what seemed like discomfort, and I broke the kiss to ask. “Sorry. Did it hurt?” “It’s okay. As long as it’s you, I like it all...” What a killer line. “All?” “All.” “Even the rough or the gentle?” “What do you mean rough or gentle, haha.” “I’m quite a rough guy, contrary to appearances.” “It’s okay. I like it rough.” Unbelievable! I kissed her again, slipping my hand to her underarm to grasp her bare chest. The sensation was so enveloping that my hand might as well have melted. It was a novel, refreshing sensation, different enough to make me wonder if it was the same chest I’d touched at the karaoke before. The feel of her smooth, soft skin was almost suffocatingly delightful. Surely, God created women specifically for breasts. This time, I grasped her nipples gently to offer a softer stimulus than before. “Ah, ahh...” There it was, a proper moan of pleasure. Her timid utterances dulled my rationality. Moans, the only drug sanctioned by society. ―Srrk I slipped down the lingerie strap. The breasts, known only to my touch, were now fully revealed. Oh, my God. Even her nipples were amazing! The expectation I had set in my mind was for something darker, like crinkled black beans, which I would have gladly adored. But no, instead, there emerged healthy, light brown buds, akin to the shade of Maxim White Gold coffee. Personally, this was a color I ranked even higher than pink. The areola was perfectly proportioned, as though painted by a Renaissance artist. Could this be how a sneaker enthusiast feels when they finally acquire the first edition of a brand-new Air Jordan after camping outside the store for days? How many people get to encounter their ideal chest in real life? How many women with such a hue truly exist beyond adult films? I'm the lucky guy getting to experience both. My loins brim with excitement. When you are presented with delightful food or gifts, you must express your gratitude immediately. “Your breasts are so beautiful...” Je-hee, as though embarrassed, closed her eyes tighter and quickly licked her lips. I, unwittingly, pressed my tongue to one of her nipples. ―Slick Even her moans had a pristine quality. Under the backdrop of clear, innocent nasal sounds, my tongue danced across her areola. Just like you’d taste-test something with your tongue tip, I softly licked around the boundary between the nipple and areola, then, with the urgency of a starved man greedily slurping up ramen, I took her in. Je-hee arched slightly, murmuring, “Ahh, oppa...” in a wave of emotion. One of her hands gently stroked my back, while the other lightly gripped my hair. That gesture sent a thrilling shiver down my spine. I cupped both of her breasts, tenderly caressing them with my thumbs and tongue in turn, ensuring neither side felt neglected or envious of the other. Gradually, along the line of kisses from her chest downward, I traveled along Je-hee’s slender, toned physique. The sensuous curve of her skin, flawless and smooth, was truly fit as she revealed her body through steady exercise. When I fervently kissed along her side, she quaked, tilting sideways. A lacy, sheer black panty with a design of mesh greeted me. Following the band that snugly hugged her hips, I trailed kisses inward, reaching her navel. “Aahuuung...!” She seemed to whimper in a feigned grumble, and for the first time, goosebumps appeared on her porcelain-like flesh. Her nipples had hardened even more, and the areolas puffed slightly. I boldly pulled down her panties. The snug fabric that slid down from her pelvis to her inner thighs was velvety to the touch. This tactile appeal, shared between fishing and intimacy, drives men to obsession. Je-hee, devoid of shame, displayed all of her lower body’s secrets. She refused to cover herself or turn away. It was as if she offered her entire being to me. Considering how female celebrities often need to wear revealing dresses, I expected she had waxed, but surprisingly, a soft mound of pubic hair adorned her mons pubis. With such a fine and sparse amount, waxing seemed unnecessary, which pleased me under my inclination that some hair was preferable. Having stripped Je-hee bare, I should return to my original form as well. I removed the fitted shirt Je-hee had given me. Maintaining a routine of going to the gym twice a week and utilizing my home pull-up bar to stay fit, I wasn't in poor shape. In fact, I was in good form. The girls from "Upkit" often complimented my physique, claiming it was well-kept for my age. If I had any personal insecurity, it would be my naturally thicker lower body in proportion to the rest, but no one had never complained about it. So, no issue there. After shucking off my loungewear, I tangled passionately with Je-hee. I focused on caressing her chest and back, while she massaged my backline and rear, filling me with a chilling sensation. I never realized my erogenous zones extended to my rear; her grip and subtle scratches elicited tangible reactions. Both of our pubic hair created a friction that produced a static noise, and my persistent arousal continually prodded at Je-hee’s thighs and the space between. Yet, we never directly grabbed or eagerly stirred each other's private parts. This restraint persisted in my mind. Though I had resolved to be more assertive, the sober skinship made me slightly timid. Damn it. In a state of intoxication, I can impulsively get entangled with coworkers, yet here I was growing timid without alcohol, like a hesitant Hanamichi Sakuragi beneath the goal post. While touching her chest and teasing her nipples posed no difficulty, approaching her lower half, the core hidden between her thighs, took considerable time. I longed to touch it. Madly, I desired to explore that tender area with my fingers. To stoke it softly until enough love juice flowed, then insert a middle finger, moving in such a way that drove her to the brink of delirium. To imprint the textures of her intricately curved and embossed walls into my fingertips, drawing forth moans of delight from Je-hee. Making her abandon all pride from her former girl group days, hoping to hear her plead, 'Oppa, please...' I wanted to bring her to the edge through just finger play until Je-hee ceased being Je-hee. Yet, my hand hovered indecisively, grazing her thighs and above, only lingering between her folds on the guise of indecision. Did she sense my deep desire for the major leagues? While molding my rear as though it were clay, Je-hee's hand, which had been insistently probing the innocent gap, took mine and guided it to her most sensitive, tender membrane. Je-hee's intimate area felt incredibly warm and perfectly moist. Its gentleness was pleasant, not too excessive. As my fingers gently traced around her damp entrance, a shy trickle of fluid began to emerge. Simultaneously, a youthful moan escaped from between her lips, stirring my sense of hearing. "Ahaa..." In that moment, Je-hee's hand found my own arousal, gripping it firmly. "Urgh..." A sudden clench in my core, and I became even harder. No further evolution was conceivable from this point. Perhaps this was its final form. Lying side by side, we moved in rhythm, pressing and releasing each other's genitalia, delighting in the distinctive symphony born from the shapes of our bodies. ―Thwack, thwack, thwack ―Squelch, squelch, squelch Je-hee's expression, her eyes sealed shut, gradually became tight with emotion. Her grip on me slackened, while the once modest flow of fluid from her now was a full, torrential wave, rhythmically crashing against our connection. It felt akin to a confession when Je-hee, seemingly bashful about it, finally spoke up. "Ah, ah... Oppa, I'm really wet, aren’t I? Uh, uh..." "It's okay, it's incredibly sexy," I reassured her. "Your stuff is wet too... so sticky..." Her voice was laced with playful affection. What if we hadn't done it today? A small part of me worried. Though I was following instincts in caressing her, I wasn’t quite sure I was doing well. The last time I had been intimate with someone was three years ago. Back then, my girlfriend had quite conservative views on sex, leaving me unsure of my abilities. Neither in frequency nor skill was I anywhere near proficient... Yet Je-hee responded to my every touch, bolstering my desire and confidence. "Haa... I like you, oppa... Ah, ah..." My worries were unfounded. It wasn't skill that mattered. With care and affection between us, pleasure naturally followed. The heart came first. Je-hee's honest expressions allowed me to open up more as well. "There are many things I want to do..." "Yeah, do it all... You can do anything to me..." "Can we try from behind?" "Yeah, please do it, I like it too." As I halted, Je-hee immediately repositioned herself, presenting her back to me in full view. Oh my, the volume of her hips! The lovely space revealed between them! Je-hee was utterly beautiful from her face to every part, truly enchanting. An unreal sight. Just a few months ago, who could have imagined the Plan L’s Je-hee, whom I had only seen on TV, would be like this before me? Seems I need to marry this girl. Kneeling with solemn intent, I aimed my protrusion like an homage to a beloved goddess. Je-hee, hands together as if in prayer, steadied herself with her elbows, lifting her rear slightly higher. Her folds, tender and supple like rice cakes, fresh and tinged like a ripe plum, brushed softly against the tip as I leisurely prepared to enter. ―Slick, slick Je-hee's whimpering mewled softly with the rhythm. Her soles and toes, tinged with a slight rosy hue, quivered with tiny spasms. And at last. ―Slide "Haaa... Oppa..." "Aahha..." Our historic first union was achieved successfully. Every inch felt embraced, a languid bliss enveloped my entire being, producing a moan from deep inside me. The slick, warm, snug sensation inside felt incomparable. Our bodies fit so perfectly it was like we were meant to be intertwined from the start. It was as if my entire being was made for this moment, these were even the superpowers I was given. Reflecting on my earlier days when I thought I could live solely on self-pleasure, I wanted to cut off the hand that used to do so. Nothing compares to this unique slick, warm, snug feeling. My entire body, all my nerves, were sucked into the vortex of pleasure. The position I desired most was behind; however, if that was only number two, what then took first place? ... ... ... "Aaht, ah, haa, ahh..." "Can I tell you what else I want to do?" "Yeah, do whatever you want, oppa. Ah, ahh..." "I want to release inside your mouth." "Oppa, you're just too good." Our first round concluded with an oral finish. We then had beer, shared a profound conversation about life and relationships, before returning to bed for another, nameless claiming of each other, falling asleep still joined without concern for disorder. In the morning, we did it again. For the first time in my life, I went three rounds. < Completely Safe (2) - Warning: Contains Explicit Content. Skipping is Optional - > End