Awakening

It was supposed to just be a routine off day—wake up, lounge around, watch Netflix, game, maybe go shopping…

…until the notification.

Jiwoo was originally just lying on her bed.

[yena.jigumina has just posted a new photo]

Thinking nothing of it, Jiwoo taps on her fellow colleague and friend’s notifications. Yena’s just got a comeback, and it’s probably more promotional material, or a new stage outf—

Jiwoo shrieks and drops her phone when the images pop up.

Virtual Yena dominates the screen, her hair up in a messy bun. She gazes away from the camera in a relaxed pose. Jiwoo’s eyes run over Yena’s body—her shapely breasts covered by a high-cropped tank top, her hands in her jean pockets. What grabs Jiwoo’s attention even more is Yena wears underneath the jeans—the high waistband of her underwear tightly hugs her hips, and Jiwoo can’t help but stare at the two subtle rows of abs as well as Yena’s navel right above it.

She swipes to the next few photos…

“You can see so far down…”

Jiwoo doesn’t know what to look at more—Yena’s cleavage, or the extra slivers of skin on her hips that the angle of the camera provides. The Yena on her screen has her tongue stuck out, her defiant stare right into Jiwoo’s eyes sending tingles all across her body. She shouldn’t be feeling like this, for a friend no less, but…

Jiwoo downloads the photos to her phone, all four of them. She doesn’t hesitate opening them up in her gallery, and she zooms in on the images.

“I need to admire these…”

Half a lie, Jiwoo shamefully admits. She just wants to ogle her friend.

Jiwoo feasts on the expanse of skin across Yena’s chest. She lets her eyes run over the curve of her breasts, over how soft her flesh looks. She wonders how nice it’d be to nip the skin across her upper body, how nice it’d be to be able to see Yena’s breasts unclothed. Maybe Yena could level that stare at her…

A pleasurable shudder rolls through Jiwoo’s body at the thought of it. She’s never thought of Yena that way, but these photos…

Sticky. Jiwoo feels sticky.

Jiwoo’s panties cling to her crotch like a second skin. She’s always been the kind to get exceptionally wet for girls that can take care of her, those that can dominate her. This Yena looks and feels just like one of those girls, and Jiwoo can’t take it anymore.

Jiwoo slides a hand beneath the waistband of her panties. She feels her slick coat her fingers as she glides them over her clit, and she bucks her hips at the pleasure that shoots through her veins. With her self-discipline eroding upon every gentle stroke of her fingers against her clit, Jiwoo gives in to her desires and begins masturbating to Yena.

“Yena-ri…”

Jiwoo rubs herself in circles, and she squeezes her thighs together around her hand. She stares at the photos, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as soft moans and whines fill the room. She plants her feet on her mattress next, her legs now spread open as her knuckles regularly push against her shorts with every stroke against her clit. Jiwoo lets herself fall into her fantasies, her phone simultaneously landing on her mattress, forgotten.

“Yah Jiwooming, I’d’ve neva’ taken ya’ for ta’ naughty type…”

“Yena-ri…!”

In Jiwoo’s mind, Yena appears right in front of her. She has the same stare locked on Jiwoo’s indecent self, and Jiwoo can’t help but rub herself harder at the sound of the raspy voice she recreates for her own pleasure.

“Yena-ri~…”

“Why’re ya’ not gettin’ comfy, Jiwooming? Take ya’ clothes off, mm? Let me see.”

Jiwoo pulls her hand out of her shorts, and she tugs at them, eager to pull them off her hips. She tugs at them and slides them, together with her soaked panties, off her legs. Next to be taken off is Jiwoo’s shirt, and now she lies naked on her bed, her fingers rubbing along her slit again. This time, her free hand glides over her bare breasts, fingers running over her hard nipples for more pleasure

“ That’s ma’ good girl…”

Jiwoo whimpers at the fantasy in her head. Imaginary Yena now moves closer, her fingers replacing Jiwoo’s own.

“So wet for me, Jiwooming?”

Jiwoo’s free hand, originally on her chest, slides up to her mouth. She bites down on a knuckle as she stares at the strands of slick that cling to her fingers from her pussy, her mind imagining how it’d look like clinging to Yena’s fingers instead. Shame and arousal burn through Jiwoo—she shouldn’t be masturbating to her friend like that, but it feels too good to stop.

“Why not put it in, Jiwoo, dear?”

“Fu~ck!”

Jiwoo plunges two fingers into her pussy just as she always does. She wastes no time—she begins to fuck herself, plunging her fingers deep into herself each time. She curls then up on every upstroke against the rougher patch of her walls, and she shudders on every brush against her G-spot.

“Ya’ doing so good for me, Jiwooming, so good. Ya’ look so pretty right now, yaknow that? So pretty fucking ya'self like that.”

Jiwoo moans louder the more she thinks of Yena—pure, cute, upbeat Yena, half-naked and commanding Jiwoo to touch herself. She thinks of Yena taking off her clothing, her pretty friend naked with her on the same bed.

“So naughty, Jiwoo. Ya’ really wanna have sex with me, mm?”

Jiwoo nearly cums at the thought of Yena’s pussy against hers. She knows she’s going to squirt—she’s a messy girl—and she desperately needs to squirt for Yena, but she has to forcibly tear her slick-soaked fingers out of her dripping cunt to hold herself back, even if she cries in desperation to cum.

“Ya dildo, Jiwoo. Use it.”

Jiwoo moans at the thought of Yena fucking her with her own dildo. She rolls over to her side to reach for her drawer and pull out the toy. Immediately, she’s teasing herself with it as she glides the length along her slit, the surface of the toy glossy with her slick. Jiwoo bites down on her knuckles when she penetrates herself with the toy in a bid to muffle the loud whines she releases. A part of her can’t help but shamefully enjoy how fucking wet she gets thinking of her friend like that, how much she wishes Yena was actually here having sex with her.

“Yena, Yena, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Jiwoo whimpers as she bites down on her knuckles. She doesn’t care about the pain—the pleasure of having the dildo stretch her pussy out overrides any other sensation. Her pussy is so tight that it grips the toy on every exit—Jiwoo has to pull hard on the toy every time. She thrusts hard into herself, her lustful mind imagining Yena’s cock splitting her in two over and over.

“That’s right Jiwooming, fuck ya'self wit’ my cock. Show me whatcha’ wanna do wit’ ma’ cock.”

Jiwoo manages to get herself to kneel on her bed. She spreads her legs wide and sinks herself down on the dildo, her hand on the base of it. Her free hand reaches for her phone, and she unlocks it to look at Yena’s photos again. Jiwoo leaves the phone unlocked in her palm as she fucks herself hard, her eyes fixed on Yena’s body.

“Mm, good girl, that’s right. Fuck ya'self just like that, like a good girl should.”

“Yena-ri, Yena-ri, fuck, Yena, Choi Yena~!”

Jiwoo pumps herself hard and full with the dildo, her mind filled with images of Yena beneath her, thrusting up into her cunt. She imagines herself riding Yena in reverse cowgirl, Yena’s hands on her body pushing her closer and closer to orgasm.

“Yena-ri, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum so hard Yena-ri, watch me, watch me cum on your cock…”

Jiwoo repeats these words like mantra as she fucks herself harder and harder—

“I’m sorry, Yena-ri.”

A scream tears through Jiwoo’s throat. Behind her, the dildo in her pussy is forcefully ejected from her hands as her pussy explodes with squirt. Jiwoo screams as hard gushes of cum spray all over her toy and her sheets. Her eyes roll back in her head as she collapses forward, and she can only manage to groan and drool as squirt after squirt of her cum drenches her sheets and the wall behind her. She imagines what it’d be like to cum all over Yena, to shower her in her squirt after having sex with her. Jiwoo babbles unintelligibly as the orgasm wrecks her body, Yena’s name on her lips over and over as she rubs her own clit to prolong the pleasure for as long as she can extend it. Seconds, minutes, hours, none of it makes sense any more. Jiwoo cums so hard she forgets all of it—there is only Yena on her mind, and she collapses onto her bed face-down when her orgasm subsides, panting, sweaty, flushed, and most importantly, satisfied.