Jungeun is curious about sex—how does it feel? Is it as good as other people say it is? So, Jiwoo helps her out, and if they accidentally make love, so what?
“Jiwoo-ah.”
“Yeah, Jungeun-ie?”
“How does sex feel like?”
Kim Jiwoo and Kim Jungeun are said to be inseperable. Where one goes, the other will follow. If you looked up “sisterhood” in the dictionary, you’d find a photo of the both of them printed right below the definition. The trust they had in each other was unmatched by any other pairing, fictional or real. After all, you don’t cultivate a friendship for fifteen years and have at least a modicum of trust for the other.
Most people wonder why the more stoic, reserved, introverted, and boyish Kim Jungeun would ever end up best friends with someone like the extremely extroverted Kim Jiwoo, who might as well have enough energy stored in her body to rival that of the sun. One preferred to stay at the corners of the cafeteria with her book, and the other could be seen zipping about to greet everyone exuberantly. Somehow, these two managed to make it work—Jungeun could be found trailing Jiwoo around with a polite nod to whoever Jiwoo wanted to meet, and Jiwoo would introduce Jungeun to people she otherwise would’ve never met if the bright puffball weren’t her friend. It was a well-functioning friendship, and both girls enjoyed that well.
It was no secret between the both of them that Jungeun was the “pure” one—almost zero experience in anything regarding the love department, and Jiwoo was the “experienced” one—she’d had a couple one-night stands and a few flings under her belt. Jungeun knew that Jiwoo would answer any questions she had, which is why both girls were in Jungeun’s room on a Friday night after a long day of classes over in college. Both girls sit on Jungeun’s bed, Jiwoo on Jungeun’s right. The TV opposite them is paused on a frame of some drama series on Netflix.
“Jiwoo-ah.”
Yeah, Jungeun-ie?“
"How does sex feel like?”
Jiwoo falls uncharacteristically silent. She has answered many questions from Jungeun about the topic before, but this is the first time she’s been this forward.
“It's… uh… really good. It feels amazing if done right, and it feels so euphoric.”
“Hmm.” Jungeun nods, chewing on her bottom lip. That’s not the exact answer she’s looking for—it doesn’t really satisfy her curiosity. She wonders how to phrase it better in order to get the answers she wants.
Jiwoo is no stranger to how Jungeun looks when the answer isn’t what she wanted. Her brows furrow and her stare goes blank as she goes deep into the recesses of her mind, rearranging the different thoughts that she has to produce the best method to get her answers. She chews on her bottom lip out of habit, and Jiwoo swears she can hear gears turn in Jungeun’s head. Jungeun also puts a hand under her chin and leans forward. She always looks cool in that mode—Jiwoo has never seen someone with a nicer thinking pose. Jungeun is pretty, super pretty, and so lovable.
“But Jiwoo-ah, ‘really good’ and 'if done right’ doesn’t really…”
“I know, Jungeun-ie. It’s really hard to describe feelings. I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. It’s fine.”
Both girls fall to a silence. Jiwoo attempts to think of a better way to articulate the pleasure of sex into words, and Jungeun wonders if it’s even possible. The only option she can come up with is impossible to achieve, and while it might be the only way, she doesn’t really want to entertain that option. It would cause too big a change.
“I can’t explain it at all, Jungeun-ah.”
“It’s okay, Jiwoo. I’ll know it when I get there, right?”
“Right.”
Another silence. Jungeun knows Jiwoo isn’t going to let this question go just yet. Jiwoo is relentless in helping her friends out, and she’s done her best to answer every single one of Jungeun’s questions, no matter how dumb or personal they might be. She just hopes Jiwoo won’t propose the solution she refuses to entertain—she can’t do it with Jiwoo. Jiwoo is… she’s too good for Jungeun. Too good.
“Jungeun-ah.”
“Mm?” Jungeun turns to her right. Jiwoo’s serious gaze meets her eyes.
“I’m not able to tell you, but since they’re sensations and feelings… I can show you.”
Fuck.
Jungeun seizes up, her jaw slack, body frozen mid-motion. She should’ve known better than to expect Jiwoo wouldn’t propose it. She’s never been one to keep things to herself—she blurts out her thoughts and wears her heart on her sleeve most of the time. However, this isn’t something Jiwoo should just be blurting out like that—Jiwoo essentially just propositioned her, just offered to maybe (okay, not really maybe, more like really) have sex with her best friend to show said best friend how sex feels like. A heavy blush explodes over Jungeun’s face, her ears tinged in the same shade of red. At the same time, her cock hardens in her pants, bulge slowly rising to tent the cloth. Jungeun unsubtly moves her hands to her crotch in an attempt to cover it up—she shouldn’t let Jiwoo know how much she likes the idea. Not at all, even if she thinks about it at night sometimes.
“Wh-What do y-you mean?”
“I can show you how sex feels like, Jungeun-ah.”
Jiwoo has the same blush burnt across her face. Jungeun can tell she’s embarrassed and maybe a little ashamed at the suggestion—Jiwoo tends to fiddle with her watch, her pants, her shirt, whatever she can get her hands on as a distraction. This time, Jiwoo rubs the hem of her T-shirt with her thumbs, unable to look at Jungeun.
“Do you mean… that you… and me…?”
“How else?”
Jungeun’s cock twitches hard in her pants. Sex with Jiwoo, a thought that Jungeun admits is a guilty pleasure of hers for a while now. Jungeun shamefully admits that many a night, she’s brought herself to orgasm at the thought of a naked Jiwoo spread under her, Jiwoo’s hole leaking Jungeun’s cum after a long hard round of sex. All imaginary, but Jungeun always wishes it is real.
“But…”
“I’m okay with it if you are, Jungeun. Only if you’re comfortable with it.”
Jungeun isn’t sure. Her body screams “Kiss her! Touch her! Fuck her!”, but she hesitates. Sex with her best friend would change everything, and she’s not entirely sure if this is the right way. Surely there has to be a better way—Jiwoo doesn’t have to use herself like this. No, she should be having sex with someone she likes, not her best friend, and not because said best friend is curious. Not like this.
“Jungeun-ah, I know you want it.” Jiwoo breaks into a giggle. “Your pants…”
“Oh, fuckshitfuckfuckdamnit."
Jungeun’s hands slid down to her sides while she was in her deep thoughts, and now her hard bulge stands tall and proud, almost poking a hole through her pants. She rushes to cover it up, but Jiwoo grabs her wrists to pull them away. Jiwoo leans in, her face just a few inches away from Jungeun’s.
"It’s okay, Jungeun-ie. If it helps…”
Jiwoo bites her lip, her eyes falling to Jungeun’s soft, round lips.
“If it helps, I’m wet too.”
What. The. Fuck.
Jungeun is speechless. Jiwoo cups her best friend’s cheek with a hand, her thumb gently running circles on the smooth skin.
“I’m okay if you’re okay, Jungeun. If you don’t want to, stop me right now.”
“Wait. Please.”
Jungeun wraps her hand over Jiwoo’s that rests on her cheek.
“No, I can’t let you do this. You deserve to be doing this with someone you love, not me. Not because I’m curious. I don’t want you to sleep with me just because I wanna know. I can’t be selfish like that.”
Jiwoo smiles.
“But I want to, Jungeun-ie. It’s okay, because I want to do it with you.”
Fucking hell.
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