Lesson Learned

“And he just went on and on and on about himself. ‘I work here, I do this and that and it’s sooo hard!’ Like I care. My head hurt from trying to pretend to listen. That’s not how dating is supposed to be, is it?” Ryujin groans. “What happened having a normal conversation where there’s some give-and-take?”

“Ryujin. Ryujin. Please.” Yeji bangs her head on the wall behind her, giving up on the book she was trying to read. “If it was so bad, why are you home so late?”

“Well I already wasted an hour listening to him ramble, I need to get something out of it right?”

Ryujin, dressed in skinny jeans with ripped holes, a black short-sleeved shirt, and boots, slumps onto her bed next to Yeji. She slips off her leather jacket and throws it across to her own bed before she throws herself back against the sheets.

Yeji shuffles over slightly. “Get your makeup all over the comforter one more time and you’re in deep shit.”

Ryujin lets out a stressed sigh while Yeji is putting her copy of Kazuo Ishiguro’s Never Let Me Go down on the nightstand. “The sex was bad too.”

“Ryujin!” Yeji winces.

“What?” Ryujin throws her arms out to her side and they bounce as they hit the bed.

“You and your one-night stands, God…” Yeji rolls her eyes while she plumps up her pillow, resting it against the head of the bed and sitting against it, her knees against her chest and arms wrapped around them. “Don’t you think that there’s a sort of pattern here? You always go for the ones with huge egos and massive chips on their shoulders.”

“You’re not helping, Yeji.”

“So what do you want me to say? You did what you wanted to do.”

“I mean,” Ryujin stutters a bit, trying to find the words. She’s trying to articulate it, trying to describe something that she can’t explain in full. “It’s like this, they’re either boring or self-obsessed. Every guy, Yeji.”

Ryujin rubs her temples while staring at the ceiling, waiting for something magical to happen to give her some sort of answer, to save her from this mundane cycle of trying and failing over and over again.

“Don’t know why I’m telling you, it’s not like you would know.” She mutters while sulking.

“Then do I what I do: women,” Yeji says casually.

“That’s why I never ask you for advice,” Ryujin laughs and the lighthearted nature of the exchange eases the pressure inside her just slightly, takes her out of her head, and makes it less suffocating. It’s such an integral part of their dynamic. Yeji is always the calm in the storm, and Ryujin is the head-first-into-everything hurricane. “How does it all work? There’s like, no dick involved. Where’s the fun in that?”

“Does your first thought always have to be about sex?” Yeji feigns irritation and kicks out her left foot onto Ryujin’s arm playfully. “Get your mind out of the gutter.”

Ryujin ignores her and continues to muse out loud, not really caring for Yeji’s protests. “Girls are hot, I get it. But can it be as good as with a guy?”

“Better,” Yeji says coolly and without a shadow of a doubt. Her face is as cool as a winter evening and her tone is resolute, sharp, as if daring Ryujin to dispute her claim.

Ryujin’s doubt, or lack of understanding, creates a skeptical expression as she sits up from the bed and looks at Yeji. “Is that even possible?”

“Girls know what girls like, it’s guaranteed to be better than when you let confused guys fumble around for ten minutes while you fake an orgasm just so that you can fall asleep and end it,” Yeji says nonchalantly. There is a languid kind of serenity about her as she says that, it comes from a place of belief in her statement. “Trust me, I’ve done both.”

“That’s gross.” Ryujin wrinkles her nose while scooching over to sit by her feet.

“Gross? Did you not hear yourself?”

Ryujin narrows her eyes at Yeji and asks, “So what are you saying? That I should try fucking girls instead of guys?”

“For the sake of me not having to listen to you complain, yes please,” Yeji responds quickly.

Ryujin shifts closer to Yeji, lying on her front propping her head up in her hands and resting on her elbows, the duvet bunching underneath her. Yeji remains still but watches her movements cautiously. “What’s it like, what do you even do?” Ryujin furrows her brow. “How’s that supposed to work?”

“Go watch a video or something, Ryujin, seriously. This is the weirdest conversation.” Yeji looks at the time on her bedside table, her hand tucking her hair behind her ear, then she moves and puts both her legs over the edge of the bed, turning away from Ryujin.

Ryujin climbs to all fours and crawls up behind Yeji, encircling her hands around her waist, and laying her chin on her right shoulder. “Come on, just a few pointers will do. I’m curious.”

Yeji holds Ryujin’s wrists lightly but says nothing.

“Just help me out here,” Ryujin rasps, a little shaky. Yeji hears a soft hint of teasing and can smell the wooden tones of her perfume and the alcohol on her breath, “Isn’t this what friends do? We look out for each other. You’re gonna send your best friend into the field blindly to be attacked by vicious vaginas? How heartless are you?”

A pause before Yeji says, “One hundred percent.” Then she starts trying to pry apart Ryujin’s fingers that are interlocked over her abdomen.

“Seriously,” Ryujin starts talking in the back of Yeji’s ear and it gives her the goosebumps. She pauses. “Yeji, teach me.”

The silence grows longer between them. The only sound in their room is the hum of the air conditioner. The warmth between their two bodies increases the longer that Ryujin holds her, and a fluttering sensation builds in Yeji’s chest the more they remain still. Ryujin can feel her breathing quickening, her heartbeat starts to race a little, and then it grows faster. She thinks she might regret her next move but she does it anyway.

Ryujin moves her face and her lips start grazing Yeji’s neck softly, tentatively.

“What the hell are you doing Ryujin?”

She does not respond right away, instead, she presses a kiss to her neck.

“Ryu, stop messing around.”

And she does it a second time. “How am I to learn?”

“You have all the internet at your fingertips.” Yeji’s voice gets small.

Ryujin chuckles deeply in her throat and pulls herself against Yeji, getting a little more brazen.

Yeji shivers. The gentle press of her mouth sends a rising feeling inside her. She is ashamed to admit it, and she cannot begin to understand how or why it happened, but she’s enjoying it. “Ryujin,” the way the name falls off Yeji’s lips is husky, soft. And yet the firmness remains in her voice, but not completely. Ryujin can hear something else, too. There’s a delicate, dulcet whisper in it that tells her something else entirely. It urges her to keep going and see where this goes.

“I thought we looked out for each other?” Ryujin leaves a trail of kisses. She pulls her torso back just enough to get her hands on her chest before gently squeezing, testing Yeji’s resolve. “It’s just a little practice.”

Yeji keeps quiet. She should, her mouth feels heavy, and her brain feels woozy. There is heat coiling between her legs. Yeji would never allow any of this, it was completely unbecoming, but the way that her friend’s lips felt on her, the way that she was making her feel… she cannot deny that her touch is sending shockwaves down her spine, that this feels so right and she wants her to keep doing this to her.

“Teach me how to have sex with girls,” Ryujin utters, in a low voice that reverberates deeply through her body, and it gives Yeji chills all over again.

“Enough. It’s not funny anymore, okay?” She can feel her face get warm. She grabs onto Ryujin’s wrists tighter as she asks her to let go, but the effort to peel them off is half-hearted at best, and her strength ebbing away and her skin abuzz the longer they stayed on her breasts and Ryujin begins to knead her hands.

Ryujin, when was she ever anything but chaotic?

“Show me, come on. Show me what you do,” and with that, Ryujin sucks on her neck, which makes her squirm underneath, which in turn makes Ryujin grab onto Yeji harder. The grip causes a flood of blood to rush south, sending the room spinning, a single moan escapes from her mouth and Yeji, to her complete humiliation, can feel herself getting wet.

Yeji slams her eyes shut and takes a deep, shaky breath. And she tilts her neck to the side, silently giving herself up. Ryujin smiles and kisses her exposed collarbone, and Yeji allows her to do it. When she finally feels the heat of her lips and her teeth on the spot, Yeji bites her bottom lip and the air rushes out of her nose in a helpless whimper.

“Feels good?” Ryujin speaks onto her flesh, her warm, dark voice filled with desire.

Yeji snaps back into reality, the weight of what’s happening striking her all at once, and the room stops spinning. A throbbing starts at the bottom of her spine and the cold clarity seeps back into her senses. “Ryujin.” She can feel her squeezing tighter. “Ryujin!” She shakes off her hand and this time manages to peel her arms off. “This is too far.”

Yeji forces the last bit of resistance and stands from the bed, turning to face a disappointed Ryujin, resting back, sitting on her feet and giving her a hard look.

“Look,” Yeji gestures her arm towards her, the sound of her voice brimming with contempt and rising ire, “I get it, okay? We’ve lived together for years. I’ve seen you at your best and at your worst. We’ve both seen each other make more mistakes than we would like to admit. But this, this could be the biggest mistake we’ll ever make.”

“Who was it that said you regret the mistakes you don’t make?” Ryujin says, rising to her knees, to be face-to-face with Yeji.

“Ryujin. It’s been about an hour since you fucked some guy and now you’re here, doing this? Don’t mess with me, don’t fuck me around. That would be fucked up, Ryujin.” Yeji keeps her voice under control, not letting it show just how close Ryujin got to making her crumble to dust.

Ryujin reaches out a hand, cupping Yeji’s cheek. There’s no word spoken, only a magnetism in the gaze, something profound that holds both women in a vice-like grip.

Ryujin, despite maintaining steady eye contact, brushes a thumb against Yeji’s lip, her touch lingering. And it makes Yeji quiver and her defences, whatever remained of her resolve, dissipate entirely. Yeji trembles, and then leans into a kiss that has no business feeling so right.

Yeji does not know what came over her, and now there she is, kissing Ryujin with a burning passion and intensity, and she cannot care less how wrong this is, all that matters is that it feels too good, so damn good that she cannot deny herself.

She steps closer, body to body, chest to chest, and with a sigh, Yeji tangles her tongue with Ryujin’s. She throws her hand on the back of Ryujin’s neck, and Ryujin moans when she kisses her deeper, hungrier. It’s like the first taste of food after a day of starvation, it only leads to more greed—the want never to be sated. Yeji’s got a hand on Ryujin’s waist now, nails digging and the tips leaving pink traces.

“Fuck.” Yeji breaks the kiss only long enough to rag her t-shirt off over her head and then pull Ryujin’s off in the same hungry fashion, with their lips meeting back in no time at all. Yeji had nothing on underneath that shirt, and Ryujin is quick to take hold of her tits again, more eager than the last time.

Yeji leans forward and kisses Ryujin’s neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. She inhales the scent of her perfumes and then their lips touch once again. Yeji trails her fingertips on Ryujin’s back before her palms press against Ryujin’s soft curves. And Ryujin enjoys how the pressure feels so possessive, how Yeji touches her with a maddening fire in her veins like she wants to own her. They kiss like this for a while, enjoying each other’s touch.

They break for air and Ryujin whispers, “Yeji…” but that is as far as she gets with her train of thought because Yeji then leans to kiss and bite her neck, her hands roaming up and down Ryujin’s body. Yeji presses forward, sending Ryujin falling onto her back. Yeji clambers over her and then pins Ryujin’s shoulders to the bed and stares down at her.

“Last chance to back out, Ryujin.” Yeji rasps.

Ryujin responds by reaching for Yeji’s ass. She grabs handfuls, squeezing until Yeji breathes sharply. “Why would I back out from this?”

Yeji steps back, off the girl, and immediately begins to pry her out of those boots and then those skinny, ripped jeans. As soon as Ryujin lies there, looking like absolute sin, only her lacy underwear separating her bare skin from the chilly night air, Yeji almost licks her lips and lowers her face to kiss her stomach, moving her hands slowly, feeling all those defined abdominal muscles from years of training.

When she trails her lips downward, following the line that her hand is stroking, Ryujin shivers.

“What are you—oh. Oh shit.” Ryujin curses under her breath as Yeji begins to slip her panties off of her, her fingertips grazing her thighs. She gives up control, and lifts her hips, allowing her to take them all the way off.

“Close your eyes,” Yeji breathes out the words between her legs. “Relax and let me show you.” She does not wait to hear the confirmation; instead, she rests her lips against Ryujin’s thigh and slowly works her way up and up and up. Ryujin gasps softly, trembling when she finally feels a light, exploratory lick. Her brain turns to mush, the ability to form intelligible thoughts lost on her entirely.

She alternates between wide, flat licks on her inner thigh that make her curl her toes and suckling the sensitive flesh that makes her moan loudly. Soon she is whining with need, hips jerking. “Shit, that feels…”

It’s never like this, Ryujin realizes. Being with Yeji is unlike anything that Ryujin has ever done. Her whole world seems to focus on what Yeji is doing, her sole intent is to please Ryujin and make sure that she is feeling as good as possible. And it feels incredible. Her pussy twitches as Yeji draws closer and closer to her cunt, Ryujin tensing. She tries to will herself to not lose her goddamn mind just at the proximity alone.

Yeji blows cool air against the wet lips, which earns her a whimper and a slight shake. It is so easy, and so natural for Yeji too. When the first small lick across the centre makes her shudder and melt, Yeji smiles in satisfaction. A full broad lick sends her reeling, sparks flitting behind her eyelids and she shakes in response, trying to swallow down moans.

“You have no idea how hot you look,” Yeji whispers, the warm breath over her pussy driving Ryujin insane. Yeji does not give her time to respond; the flat, slow drag of her tongue steals her reply and the swirling around the swollen clit draws forth the beginnings of incoherency. It is intense, almost too intense and if this continues…

“Fuck,” Ryujin gasps. The tip of Yeji’s tongue flutters in small strokes. Her lips occasionally press against her with a soft suck that has her back arching and a moan torn from deep inside her chest. The world is aflame. Her mouth is on her most intimate place. A woman’s mouth, tongue and lips doing these obscene things that should not feel this good. Ryujin finds herself wanting. Ryujin wants her, her mouth, her hands and even Yeji’s cunt. The more she wants, the wetter she becomes. Yeji’s head is trapped between her trembling thighs as Ryujin creams on her face.

And Yeji takes every part of that offering. Lapping up the juices of her best friend’s arousal. All this was so unexpected, this urge to completely devour her in every sense of the word. She’s wanted this so badly without ever being conscious of it, and Ryujin’s so beautiful like this too, open and bare and honest, and so expressive. She can’t remember ever having seen Ryujin be this genuine. Her muscles are corded and strained, fingers clawing the sheets so desperately as if they would give her reprieve.

Yeji only wants one thing, to fuck her. Fuck her better than anyone ever has or ever will. If tonight is going to be the only night, then she would be damned if she let Ryujin forget it.

There’s a wanton whimper, a distressed gasp and a strained whine as Yeji pulls her head from between Ryujin’s thighs. Ryujin’s eyes flutter open and she sees the only sight that could possibly calm her frustration, Yeji is slipping her shorts from her hips and down her slender legs, taking her panties as well.

Ryujin bit her lip and stared. And look, it’s not like she hasn’t seen Yeji naked a hundred times over, but she’s never seen her like this. Not the way she is now, not with Ryujin’s cum smearing her grinning mouth and definitely not with the intent that glints in her eye. Ryujin lay flat on her back, legs still open, as Yeji climbs back onto the bed. She rises above her, towering with a wild beauty that drives a tight ball of need deep inside Ryujin. Yeji stares down, taking in the sight of the girl that drives her absolutely crazy.

There’s a sort of immeasurable understanding in Yeji’s eyes. A sense of calmness, of reassurance. Even as she’s lustfully hooking one of Ryujin’s legs over her own, making her spine arch, and slipping her slick pussy against Ryujin’s. Yeji looks at her as if she understands how she feels, and knows what’s racing through her mind. As she has laid exactly there, many a time, with many a girl before.

Ryujin throws her head back with a strangled whimper. Their pussies rub with the smoothness of liquid silk. Slick and fluid, creating sensual friction that’s the sweetest agony imaginable. It’s all so easy for Yeji, guiding and manipulating their cunts together, and sliding wet flesh against wet flesh with such precise skill that has Ryujin twisting underneath her. “I’ll start nice and slow for you, Ryujin,” Yeji coos gently. “Relax. Let it wash over you. Enjoy it.”

It feels almost torturous for Ryujin, a girl who is so used to the fast and frantic. “P-please, Yeji. Please. Just—” Ryujin groans as she starts to buck her hips, seeking more. Yeji puts a hand on Ryujin’s abs, right under her belly button, pushing her down onto the mattress. Holding her still, applying that exquisite pressure that leaves her panting, flushed, and aching.

“Trust me,” Yeji says, almost breathless, her body surging with want. “Let it take you away.” She starts grinding just a little harder with her clit on Ryujin’s, finding a rhythm that draws soft, but growing, sounds.

“Yeji…feels so…” Ryujin reaches out, holding Yeji’s hand, and gripping her thigh in the other, squeezing both tight. Her heart starts to gallop. The waves of heat flood her body. A million and one different things are happening inside Ryujin, so many new sensations that she doesn’t know how to cope with.

There’s only one person who’s ever been able to tame Ryujin and keep her grounded and focused. One person in the whole fucking world and they’ve shared a room for the past three years.

“That’s it. Yeah. Good,” Yeji praises with a thick and shaky breath. And in the back of Yeji’s mind, there is that voice asking why, why she lets Ryujin play her this way? Why does she so willingly, and without reservation, do as Ryujin asks her to? The answer should be so glaringly obvious, should it not?

“Faster, please,” Ryujin moans out as her nails threaten to pierce Yeji’s thigh. “I’m so close, so fucking close.”

Yeji wonders just how anyone has ever struggled to satisfy Ryujin, so easily she seems to have fucked her mind out. So effortlessly the girl is unravelling under her. Sex is an expression, a dance, a decadent passion and that’s the lesson Yeji teaches. Ryujin is barely able to do anything other than beg and curse and shake.

She grinds a little harder, and it makes Ryujin come undone with a series of pathetic, helpless, sobbing moans. A deluge of sticky, hot cum spilling over Yeji’s pussy. So sticky and warm that she can’t help but ride it to the brink too, as the sensations explode and wash through her, Ryujin gasping, barely coherent, but somehow the main focal point of the orgasm, the catalyst to every rippling effect inside Yeji’s mind, body, and heart.

“Wow.” Ryujin barely manages to breathe, collapsing and wrung out. “Just, holy shit.”

Yeji lazily grinds herself through her climax until the high slowly and beautifully comes back down to earth, panting like she’s run a marathon. She stays there and allows the ripples of the fading orgasm to course through her for a few seconds more until her mind feels stable enough. She slides a shaking hand over her abdomen to swipe the perspiration. Her vision focuses as Ryujin starts moving her hips underneath, their juices smeared and mixing, her clit aching.

Yeji has barely regained her focus by the time she’s being toppled onto her back, hands roughly pawing at her tits, a sharp set of teeth gnawing on a hardened nipple. Ryujin is over her. Rough, hot, and heavy. Grinding down with a single-minded, carnal determination.

Ryujin’s tone is hard when she speaks, “Let me, let me try on you. I want to show you—you’re the only one I’ll ever have. I need, I- I…” Between rough sucks and nibbling of Yeji’s perky little tits, Ryujin keeps spilling her dirty mind, “Watching you do that to me…oh my god, watching your tits bounce, watching you cum while you fucked me…”

“Yes,” Yeji responds. “Do me like that, fuck me. As hard as you need to.”

Her skin, all hot and sweat-slicked, makes Ryujin want to drown in her. Ryujin pins Yeji by the shoulders and starts to truly fuck her in earnest, hips bucking and snapping without much technique. Yeji throws her hand over her head and they hang from the edge of the bed, she completely surrenders herself to Ryujin, willing to take whatever she gives, and give Ryujin whatever she takes from her. She gives in to the mindless pleasure, and she wills Ryujin to fuck it all out of her.

Ryujin hisses. She feels so sensitive. Each brush of Yeji’s body against hers is making her lightheaded. And yet still she cannot get enough. She falls into a steady, powerful tempo, the bed thumping the wall behind them with a heavy thud.

“Need to cum again, Yeji. So bad.” Ryujin moans and pants, her body pressed firmly down.

And Yeji tilts her head a little. A sharp, possessive sensation shoots through her spine. Yeji wraps a hand around her neck. “Do it then. I won’t stop you.”

“Say that I can, Yeji. I don’t know if—”

“Fuck Ryujin, fucking do it, cum.”

As soon as Yeji’s done telling her this, Ryujin nearly blacks out from the pleasure. Her body spasms, an intense sensation flooding her mind and washing it blank as she spills a thick mess over Yeji’s throbbing pussy. Yeji’s breathing is so ragged and tight as she feels Ryujin tremble against her. She can’t even wrap her head around the idea that she made Ryujin feel that good. It’s so filthy and erotic.

Ryujin struggles, so Yeji rises to meet her, pressing herself close. Kissing her cheek, brushing a stray lock behind her ear. Ryujin kisses back, and then some, burying her face into the crook of Yeji’s neck, nibbling and pecking and savouring. The girls are sitting now, legs still tangled together, fuelled by nothing more than their desire as they roughly rut against each other’s soaked, messy flesh, relishing the wet noises.

Ryujin whimpers, “Think I got more than just makeup on your comforter,” she nods her head sideways towards the sheets below.

“Don’t care,” Yeji’s voice is a deep growl as the grinding makes her shiver. Yeji reaches a hand down to Ryujin’s ass, gripping and holding tight, nails threatening to leave claw marks. “This,” she drives their pussies together hard enough to make Ryujin gasp. “Is all I care about.”

Ryujin buries a long, hard, desperate kiss into her collar, lapping up the salty sweat. They start a renewed tempo, meeting in a slick and messy rhythm. Pressing against each other is so much harder now.

“This shouldn’t feel so good,” Yeji whines with a choked, gasped out-breath.

“But it does.” Ryujin continues, picking up the pace. “You feel too perfect, Yeji.”

There’s an intensity between them now. Yeji hooks her arm around the back of Ryujin’s neck and holds her; they’re face-to-face. Their foreheads touch as their moans kiss each other’s lips. Then it is nothing but that singular intensity. Hard and fast and needful.

Yeji breaks first, her body buckling under the immense rush of pure, raw ecstasy. She melts into Ryujin. They become one being. Lost in rapture. “Please Yeji,” Ryujin wails as she feels her best friend tremble around her. “Hold on. So close.”

“Cum, Ryujin,” the words spill over Yeji’s lips as they stare into each other’s eyes and soon she follows. Tense muscles and guttural moans. Clinging to each other so tightly and trembling with release. They cum together. Shaking orgasms with bodies shuddering.

Neither want it to end. So they’re just fucking, right through their orgasms and then well beyond. Trembling and clutching tight. They share a deep, dizzying kiss. Ryujin opens her mouth, her tongue forcing itself onto Yeji’s. They melt into the embrace. Their tongues and lips meshing. Dancing. Swaying to the waves of pleasure that are rocking them. Yeji grabs a handful of Ryujin’s messy hair, giving it a forceful tug.

And they hold on. They grind. And they never lose their embrace. Sweating and panting until they fall into a gentle hold, side-by-side.

“Look,” Yeji laments tiredly with the sort of carefree tone that you can only manage after multiple orgasms, as they lay on that wet, sticky bed, Yeji’s arms wrapped loosely around the small of Ryujin’s waist. “I could give you a laundry list of reasons why this was a bad idea, but, I don’t regret it.” She sighs, with a soft smile and kisses the top of Ryujin’s forehead, stroking her hair tenderly.

“It wasn’t a mistake,” Ryujin says, so sure of her words. “And seriously, I wouldn’t mind getting used to this.”