How Sweet To (Not) Be Alone

Hanni just loves to sleep, it really is that simple. She loves it, but finding the time to do it is difficult. If it’s not the practice then it’s the travel, or the schedule, or sometimes just the thoughts in her head. You name it, it keeps her awake.

That’s the life she signed up for, but, what she didn’t expect is that when her practice is called short, and she finally has a nice stretch of alone time to settle into her bed and drift off… there would be Minji.

Right as sleep just started to set its claws into her, a slam of a door, the hammering of footsteps and the creak of Minji’s bed next door is enough to draw Hanni wide awake. She sits straight up and just listens. She would like to just ignore it and fade back off, but… it doesn’t stop. It starts with a low tone but Hanni knows exactly what’s happening.

Normally, Hanni has to press her ear to the wall just to hear anything of interest. “Does she think she’s home alone?” Hanni mutters under her breath before sighing. There’s no ignoring it, not this time, Hanni can practically hear the squelching of those fingers between Minji’s perfect lips. Hanni pulls her pillow over her ears, which helps for a minute.

Until it doesn’t.

Minji moans loud and brazen, her gasps and cries echoing in Hanni’s mind. She doesn’t try to keep it quiet, she can’t and maybe wouldn’t if she could. It’s too much, and there’s nowhere for Hanni to go and no way she can shut it out. It’s making her hot, burning under her clothes that suddenly feel far too heavy and her mind too full.

She grips the edge of her blanket, curling her toes in her socks, just as the headboard in the other room begins to tap against the wall at a pace. A pause, and then it increases in speed, but not the frantic type, the deep kind. Hanni can picture it all. Minji spread eagle, playing with her tits while fucking that fake dick deep in and out.

Hanni closes her eyes, holding her breath as Minji moans. “God, this isn’t going to work.” She slips a hand down, squeezing her breasts through the soft cotton fabric. They’re so sensitive to touch, almost uncomfortably so, she wants to rip her clothes off, to have something real, something tangible to play with and it’s starting to drive her mad.

Minji’s pleas and sounds take on an even higher note, her voice rising to the ceiling. “Oh god! Oh yes!” she moans, and the bed whines, creaking with an unmistakable tempo. Hanni knows just what it looks like.

That pretty face is covered by a sheen of sweat, with her wet hair clinging to the side of her rosy cheeks, her pink tongue escaping over those swollen parted lips. Her lithe legs tense with each pump of the toy as her walls suck it in deeper, trying to milk every sensation they can from it. Hanni rolls on her front, stuffing the blankets around her ears, trying to drown it out. Trying to dampen her body’s reaction.

Hanni squeezes her legs together, trapping some of her blanket between them and presses into the mattress with a muffled whine of frustration. It only increases, intensifying into a high pitch of agony and bliss, Minji’s climax rattling the walls with its raw intensity.

Finally, it ends, and Hanni just lies there, soaking in the silence. It’s a tense, confused minute that passes, but her body hasn’t received the memo. She’s flushed and feverish and there’s this uncomfortable need to get the very same release Minji has already had. Her desire has been ignited, and if Hanni doesn’t get rid of it now, there won’t be any sleep for her.

This time it feels more like a blessing when Minji starts moaning again, and Hanni finds relief in her acceptance of it. She likes the sound, loves the mental image of it and what happens next is inevitable. She grinds her hips down against the fabric in frustration, moving her hand to cup one of her small breasts again, just squeezing hard enough to satisfy her sensitive peak, just grazing it and sending her head spinning.

Minji gets louder again, and she keeps moaning, moaning like she’s in heaven, and it’s breaking Hanni down, every single stroke is driving Hanni a little deeper into her own delusion that there’s nothing abnormal or strange about what she’s doing, that this isn’t unusual. This isn’t wrong.

Hanni squeezes again, pinching the nipple and gently rolling it. “Yes!” Hanni hears Minji cry out, followed by another sharp, frantic pounding. Hanni just rubs more fervently, trying to meet her speed. “Oh my god!” the moans continue, and Hanni is starting to jolt her hips now. The soft wet fabric of her panties adds to the intensity, her sensitive cunt rubbing against it. “P-please!” Minji whimpers loudly. “More!”

And Hanni complies, listening to Minji’s grunting as she starts to thrust. It doesn’t take long, there’s already a dull ache in Hanni’s bones, a desperate, raw need to relieve the tension. Minji’s cries echo through the dorm again as she cums, her entire body shaking as she does, her words lost somewhere in her high notes. Hanni whimpers in her bed, burying her face into the pillows, and rocking her hips quickly.

“Please,” Hanni murmurs, so desperately. “Please.”

Harder she grinds, her mind full of Minji and her slender body writhing, of Minji’s face flush red, with a lustful gleam in her hooded lids. Of Minji’s pink and soft tongue licking over her quivering mouth. Of Minji’s perky breasts and hard nipples that she toys with, how beautiful they are. She can just see them slightly bouncing to her thrusting, can see how delicious and tantalising Minji’s pink folds look, she can picture them spreading, can feel how smooth and warm and wet they are around her, can taste the scent of her skin, her arousal and—

Hanni’s mouth opens wide, biting into the pillow as the coiled spring snaps, her eyes nearly popping out, toes clenching and legs spasming. Hanni trembles uncontrollably. The pleasure overpowers her, rendering her muscles unable to support her body, she collapses into her bed, catching her breath. Hanni cums in her panties, feeling how she soaks them through with her desire, her sensitive clit throbbing at the stimulation and sending wave after wave.

Slowly, as she returns to earth, the disgust washes over Hanni, seeping through her veins, blackening and tainting her, smothering the pleasure of her release. What had just transpired was so inappropriate and she knows she shouldn’t have. There was no excuse or logic, no reason in the world, yet here she was, lying on her front in her wet panties, chest heaving in panic and heart racing.

How could she have been so depraved, so devious? There was no justification for what happened or for what Hanni allowed her filthy mind to imagine—this isn’t just any girl, it’s Minji. She remains with her face buried in some sort of shame, unable to face the world or her desires.

That is, until she hears feet in the hall, soft padding on wood. Hanni wills herself to her feet, drags herself to her door, slowly, silently opening it to peek out. Just as she cracks it open, she catches a glimpse of Minji’s bare ass as she slips into Danielle’s room, to Hanni’s surprise. Hanni doesn’t understand, what business could Minji possibly have in there?

There are a few distant sounds, and eventually, Minji emerges, hurrying back to her room with a dildo in hand, unaware she is being observed, and disappears again.

Hanni has to know. Hanni has to see. Hanni just has to. So she tiptoes through the darkness of the hallway to Minji’s door. There’s a soft buzzing on the other side, and Hanni softly takes hold of the handle. Her hand shakes as she turns, finding it to be unlocked, and with just the tiniest bit of pressure, it opens. Hanni stops breathing and starts staring as her eyes adjust to the darkness.

It is all laid out before her. Minji’s pale nude form propped up on her knees and hunched over with her face pressed into a pillow, as she rocks the vibrator against her clit. Minji’s beautiful ass sticks up, and the sight of her perfectly curved body moves just like Hanni had fantasised it would. It has her still forgetting to breathe for a brief moment, while her body reacts once more, feeling the familiar tug. Hanni puts a hand over her mouth, stopping a gasp of shock, while Minji picks up speed, going faster. Her back arches more.

Hanni can just imagine Minji’s tight stomach muscles tensing and rippling from the effort and is desperate to run her hands along Minji’s naked form. Instead, she lingers, mesmerised and growing more light-headed, trapped in the doorway as a prisoner of her lust and deviance.

There’s a burning need between her legs again and a feeling of humiliation, while also unable to tear her eyes away or force herself to flee back to the privacy of her bedroom. Minji continues to take the vibrator, rotating her hips, going deeper every time with her eyes screwed shut and her hand firmly stroking the toy to help work it inside her tight entrance. Hanni shouldn’t be here, she shouldn’t be running her hand over her stomach and into her shorts, but she is.

Minji bites her lip and a soft, high-pitched wail escapes from her, barely suppressed.

Hanni leans against the doorway, biting down on her hand as she slips a finger over her clit and hooks it into her pussy, before setting a pace matching Minji. Minji’s motions are frantic, needy, unceasing and frenetic. She chases her release while Hanni fights to contain her own as it climbs higher and higher, threatening to burn her up from the inside.

Hanni curls her finger into her wet hole, panting into her hand, holding herself up with a shaky arm, fighting not to fall over and buckle under the weight of her weakness. Hanni’s muscles quake and ache, weak in the face of so much temptation, while she bites down harder and slides a second finger inside her.

Suddenly, the image of her tongue running over Minji’s entrance enters Hanni’s mind. What would she taste like? What would it feel like to be that close, to press her tongue into Minji’s flesh? How would she react? Would she whimper like the desperate girl Hanni hears crying out in pleasure? The need is eating her alive.

Then Minji says something that almost kills Hanni on the spot. “Oh, I bet you like watching me, huh? You like seeing me play with myself like this?”

No. No, no, no. The timing couldn’t have been worse, Hanni can feel the orgasm flowing through her, wrecked by pleasure and squeezing her trembling thighs together. This can’t happen right now, and she struggles to move, her feet feel like they are anchored to the floor. Her heart hammering so quickly, it’s going to burst. There’s nowhere she can go.

“This is your toy, Dani. Do you like me using it? Do you like knowing I’m going to cum all over your vibrator?”

She’s lost in the pleasure, the moment and her probably twisted thoughts.

“Or do you want to be here? Do you want to be fucking me yourself?”

It’s all in Minji’s mind, much to Hanni’s relief as her orgasm subsides and she remains still, letting the wave roll through her body, while Minji keeps living her fantasy.

“You want me to cum for you? Watch me.”

It should be funny, how twisted this all is. Hanni peeping on her friend masturbating, while that friend is fantasizing about another friend. It’s ridiculous, it’s foolish. They’re hiding their sins from each other, they’re using each other as material. It would make sense for both to admit their secret and enjoy their moments of sin together.

Hanni’s moment of contemplation is broken by Minji’s screaming orgasm. She’s shaking from head to toe. Her thighs are trembling and the arm that holds her up is giving way, Hanni fights a compulsion to run to her and catch her as she collapses into the bed.

Minji flops onto the mattress, while Hanni can’t do more than stare until it becomes painfully evident that she shouldn’t be here. She can’t be here when Minji rolls over. She runs for the bathroom, light-footed and nimble in her escape, slipping inside without making a noise.

Hanni looks up, meeting her wild gaze in the reflection. She is sweaty and flustered, and has a sticky mess in her underwear. With a deep breath, Hanni splashes water on her face and strips out of the soaked pair of shorts. She strips the rest of her clothes as well and turns to the shower, carefully turning it on.

Isn’t that kind of loud, though?

Minji doesn’t hear it. She just lies there, drifting in and out of a blissful haze. Her body still shuddering and trembling, as she lies in her mess with a delirious grin.

Hanni showers, washing body and mind. She stands under the warm, soothing water and tries to cleanse herself of her desires, her impulses and the images. They cling to her mind, however, of the sounds and sensations that have etched themselves in her fantasies. Her heart beats just as quickly as earlier when she remembers, and heat runs through her once again.

It will never happen, she tells herself. These thoughts are so far from normal, that there’s no way Minji could ever accept her or understand. And there is no way Hanni can make such a declaration. She has to find a way to smother it, to kill it.

Two girls, two mistakes, two desires.

It takes quite a while, but eventually, she feels good enough to turn off the water and step outside. It’s a calm and clear head that steps outside and begins the towel herself.

Meanwhile, Minji stirs again, the pleasure finally dull enough for her to gather the energy and motivation to stand. She’s a hot, sticky mess from head to toe, her skin pruning, her bed ruined. The one thing Minji can think about is getting a shower. So, in a post-orgasm daze, she wanders down the hall.

Minji pushes open the door, to be met by a plume of steam, the fan overhead working tirelessly to pull the heat and humidity out.