Second Place

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

The question could have been referring to two things - the sculpture of the female form at the centre of the art gallery’s main floor, or to the beautiful young artist standing next to it.

“She is,” you agree, knowing that your new companion knew exactly to which you were referring.

From the open mezzanine of the art gallery’s second floor, Seungyeon leans on the railing next to you. Together you watch as her younger sister, Jeongyeon, interacts with the dozen or so men and women who are each vying for her attention in the gallery’s central exhibition space on the first floor.

In a short, tight red dress and with her bright, radiant personality on full display, the younger Yoo sister and her newest art piece were undoubtedly the fundraiser’s centre of attention. She smiles at the people around her, laughs at their jokes, adds in the odd quip or anecdote of her own - every movement graceful, every word enrapturing, a woman working and playing with the crowd as easily as any of the mediums that composed the many pieces of her art that decorated the gallery.

“She always has been,” Seungyeon continues, wistfully, as you both continue to watch the young artist entertain her patrons. “Even when we were kids, she always got all the attention. And not just for her art. All the boys loved her - and some of the girls, too. I’ve always been second place in the Yoo household.”

“You make it sound like you’re a hot bag of garbage,” you quip, turning your head to face her for the first time. The corner of her mouth perks up slightly at your compliment. “Clearly the beauty runs in the family.”

“I know,” she says proudly as she brushes her sable hair over her shoulder with an exaggerated twirl, ensuring it didn’t get in the way of the milky, creamy skin of her upper chest. “I’ve had to fight off thirsty old men all evening who’ve wanted a piece of this action. I suppose it’s because I’ve brought the ladies out to play,” she adds, bringing her hands up to her chest and cupping her breasts playfully.

You turn your attention back to her younger sister, not willing to give Seungyeon the satisfaction of falling into her trap.

“I will not check out your rack, Gong Seungyeon,” you say with a little added volume, “although I’m sure they are perky and round and taste-”

Seungyeon scoffs and punches you softly in the arm. You turn to smile at her, and the bright, toothy smile on her lips brightens up your mood, if only temporarily. After a moment you turn your attention back to Jeongyeon, who is laughing politely at some joke, as if to intentionally mirror her sister’s reaction to yours. Even from the second floor her laugh sounds like soft, playful music, clearly audible even over the soft jazz number played by the live band.

There is a moment of silence as you both watch the young artist for a bit longer. She gestures towards her piece, likely explaining some artistic nuance that made it what it was, her every word hung on by those around her. She smiles at newly arrived friends and fellow artists and interested patrons, shaking hands and exchanging polite kisses on the cheeks.

She is approached by more than her fair share of young, handsome men, each taking their chance at wooing what they believed to be the most beautiful woman in the room. For some her art is a mere secondary attraction. She is the centrepiece of the event in more ways than one.

You let a small, barely audible sigh escape your lips as you take another sip of your glass of wine. You weren’t really a wine person, but somehow the bitterness of the vintage managed to capture your feelings better than a sweeter drink could.

“You know, she’ll never fall in love with you if all you do is stand in a dark corner watching her. It’s kind of creepy, actually,” Seungyeon quips.

“Hmph,” you scoff. “I’m not in love with her.”

“Your lips deny it, but your eyes say otherwise,” she retorts with a sly smile. You shoot her a smirk. She’d taken every recent opportunity to tease you about Jeongyeon, ever since, over drinks, you let slip that you kinda maybe sorta had a crush on her younger sister.

“Maybe you can stop worrying about my love life and start doing your job by talking to some of these guests,” you retort, gesturing widely at the crowd milling about the art gallery, “I’m sure some of them are interested in purchasing some of your sister’s work to hang in their mansions.”

“Our underlings can take care of that,” she replies, referring to the rest of your management team. As Jeongyeon’s agent, part of your job was arranging for her appearances at events like these in order to promote her work; as her manager it was Seungyeon’s job to handle the administrative and logistical details. Together you’d spent the last five years working together, watching as the younger Yoo sister’s work had grown in prominence from small shows at local galleries to exhibits at the national level. It was only a matter of time before she received some international recognition.

“So you’re just here to bug me for the rest of the night, are you?”

“Yes,” she answers with a smile - the bright, beaming one she almost always wore. “It’s so entertaining. You’re so cute when you’re annoyed.”

You frown at her before you let a breath out through your nose, leaning once more on the railing. You watch as Jeongyeon poses for pictures with the photographer Seungyeon hired. The flashing cameras only highlight the brightness of her smile.

“See, that there’s your problem,” Seungyeon says. “You give up too easily. She likes confident guys. You need to be more assertive.”

“Y’know, for someone who’s so freely giving out relationship advice, you seem awfully single.”

“Oh please,” she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. “I’m single by choice. Like I said, I’ve had to fend off plenty of guys tonight. Remember - the ladies are out,” she says, gesturing once more to her chest.

This time, even before you knew what you were doing, you glance toward her chest and the tantalizing cleavage produced by the low, swooping neckline of her black dress. The older Yoo sister generally dressed casually and conservatively, but her choice of attire this evening did well to highlight her slim, tight figure - and the enticing curves of her cleavage. The glimmering diamonds on the banded necklace she wore only drew further attention to her chest, the glimmering gemstones bright and shining against her creamy vanilla skin.

Your eyes linger a split second too long on her chest, and your reward is a swift punch to the arm.

“Gotcha!” she says, triumphantly. “I knew you couldn’t resist.”

“See, that’s what being assertive got me. A punch in the arm.” You rub your bicep for emphasis, even if it didn’t exactly hurt.

“C’mon, you know what I mean. Okay, let’s try it. Pretend I’m her.” Seungyeon slips her hand into your elbow and pulls you away from the railing, forcing you, reluctantly, to face her. “Go on. Give me your best pickup line.”

For a moment you think you notice a slight blush on her cheeks as you finally make prolonged eye contact, although you dismiss it as either a trick of the light or the alcohol in your veins - or maybe both. She was beautiful, as she always was - with long, dark hair swept to one side of her round, soft face, and the deepest, most captivating brown eyes you’d ever seen in your life.

But you’d always convinced yourself that Seungyeon was out of your league - that she was likely dating some older, more successful, much better looking guy than yourself. There was no doubting that you were attracted to the elder Yoo sister - which straight man wouldn’t be? - but pursuing her had never crossed your mind. Not because you weren’t interested, but rather because you doubted she ever would be.

And so you dismissed the recent increase in her teasing as just that - a natural strengthening and deepening of a friendship that you treasured dearly. And part of that friendship was your constant banter, and the incessant trading of barbs and insults, meant mostly in jest. And thus when she’d asked for your best pickup line, well, there was only one way you knew to respond.

“Girl, are you an elevator? Because I’d like to push whatever button will get you to go dow-”

Your line is interrupted by a swift punch to your gut. You double over in exaggerated pain, clutching your stomach, as Seungyeon returns to the railing.

“…And that’s why you’re single,” she says with a sly smirk as you pull yourself back to the railing next to her.

“You’re just as single as I am, last I checked,” you snap. “Your sister would’ve liked that line. I guess there’s a reason why you’re second place.”

There is a moment of silence between you, one that catches you off guard. For as long as you’d known her Seungyeon was always ready with a witty retort or comeback - your verbal sparring had been the foundation of your friendship. When it doesn’t come immediately, you look up at her to find her eyes locked on yours with an expression you weren’t expecting.

Her eyes are heavy, almost glassy - and her lips give the slightest, smallest quiver before she bends them into a frown. She swallows, as though your comment had left an unpleasant taste in her mouth that she wanted to rid herself of.

“Maybe you should go give my sister some more of your precious attention,” she hisses between gritted teeth. “There’s no point in spending your time on second place.”

Seungyeon turns to leave, and too stunned and confused by her words, all you can do is watch her leave.

—

It takes you more than a moment to gather yourself before chasing after her. The gravity of what you’d said and what it could have meant to Seungyeon finally hit home, and you knew that a sincere apology was in order.

When you finally find her she is slipping through a doorway that led to the fire escape stairs. She is already halfway down the first flight of stairs when you catch up to her.

“Seungyeon, please, I-”

“Don’t,” she snaps, raising a hand and not bothering to slow her descent down the steps. “Just don’t.”

You quicken your pace until you reach her at the bottom of the flight of stairs, just as her hand is about to push open the door that led outside to the parking lot. You reach out and grasp her by the bend of her elbow, turning her to face you.

You were more than a little unprepared for what you saw - her eyes were already glassy when she’d left you at the railing, but now they were threatening to spill over into tears.

“I’m sorry, Seungyeon. I didn’t mean what I said.”

She shakes her arm free of yours, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand as she does so.

“You don’t even know what you’re apologizing for,” she snaps back, turning her head away, unwilling to let you watch her wipe at her tears.

“I do. You know I didn’t mean to compare you to your sister. It was just a joke that went wrong…”

She raises her head after a moment, staring at you with eyes threatening once more to spill into tears. There is an incredulous look on her face, as though she is shocked that you were still unable to grasp the gravity of the words that had just passed between you.

“You really don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?” you ask, genuinely confused, not knowing how you should react or what you should say or even how you should feel, other than that the sight of Seungyeon in tears hurt you in a way you weren’t expecting.

Seungyeon lowers her head, staring down at the concrete floor, wiping away moisture from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips.

“How I feel about you,” she says, softly, voice barely above a whisper. “How I’ve always felt about you, all these years. How I’ve put my feelings aside while I watched you chase after my sister. How I’ve always been second place to her. Especially when it came to you.”

It hit you all at once in that moment - what she really meant when she said she was second place. Putting aside the fact that she was revealing her feelings to you - that until now you’d never in your wildest dreams she’d harboured - you realized just then how much your words must have hurt her.

A million thoughts and emotions rush through your head in the space of a few seconds as your brain and heart struggle to make sense of her confession. It was true that you’d spent most of the last few years chasing after Jeongyeon, but you also knew you only did so because you’d assumed there was never any chance of Seungyeon feeling the same way.

“Seungyeon, I-”

You are silenced by a raised hand that looked almost frail in the low light of the fire escape stairwell.

“Let’s just… forget I said anything, okay? Forget it. Forget this. I’m just being stupid - you had no way of knowing how I felt. I just… I just took your joke the wrong way. It’s not your fault. I…”

Seungyeon turns to open the door to the fire escape, but your hand darts out on its own accord to stop her, grasping her once more by the upper arm. You pull her towards you, wrap your free arm around her small torso, and before you know it your lips are meeting hers.

The kiss is gentle at first, her lips soft and moist. Her arms wrap around your neck as your hand releases her arm, and you wrap your own arms around her small, slim torso, bringing her close. The kiss deepens. Your tongues find each other and intertwine, dancing passionately with each other, telling each other with your lips what your words could never hope to say, years worth of passion and emotion finally finding release in physical action.

Soon Seungyeon is stepping backwards towards the near wall, and you are pressing her against it with your kisses. Her fingers run through your hair as yours run through the soft skin of her back before finally drifting lower, towards her round butt, separated from your hungry hands by thin, soft silk.

It might have been minutes or hours you spent there, making out softly in the half shadows of the fire escape like a pair of teenagers at a school dance. Neither of you really knew what it meant, and neither of you really cared - the consequences of your actions would be trifles to be dealt with by your future selves, something to be dealt with later, when the needs of the present were finally satiated.

Eventually Seungyeon breaks the kiss, her breath heavy and hot on your nose and mouth as your faces hover less than an inch apart, foreheads pressed against each other. You both linger there for a few seconds, the air heavy with emotions that could not be translated into words.

“Take me home. Stay with me tonight,” she says, softly, a breathless plea on breathless lips.

It was all you needed to hear - words you never thought you’d needed until that moment. Your hand finds hers, and with her fingers intertwined in yours you push open the door and pull her towards your waiting car.

—

Thankfully for the both of you, her apartment wasn’t far from the art gallery - even so, the twenty minute drive there felt like it took forever. Every now and then you would steal glances at each other, sharing sly, cheeky smiles. Your hand never left hers, your fingers clasped between her palms on her lap.

It was reckless, it was stupid, it was potentially damaging to one of the most important friendships in your life, to say nothing of the consequences for your professional relationship. But those concerns seemed far away and irrelevant compared to the softness of her hand, brightness of her smile, the warmth and softness in her eyes.

For now there is only the lightheaded excitement that pervades those first few moments of any relationship that has made that leap into the next level - a whirling, all consuming giddiness that damns all the consequences of the future, focusing instead on the present, on the touch of skin on skin, the feel of another’s body close to yours.

Your lips find each other quickly as you stumble into her apartment, hands searching each other’s bodies, familiarizing themselves with curves and valleys that they’d long been aware of but not really known until this moment. She rids you of your suit jacket, and your hands search, in vain, for some sort of hidden clasp or zipper that keeps the black silk wrapped tightly around her body - but she steps away from you, her amusement at your failure to undress her evident in the wide, bright smile on her face.

The smile lasts only a second. Soon she bites her lip, takes you by the hand, and leads you to the bedroom. Her eyes, always so bright, so captivating, are now half-lidded, lustful, sly in a way you’d never seen, never knew you needed to see until that moment.

Your increasingly frenzied kiss resumes as soon as you reach the foot of the bed - but she stops you again, this time with a hand flat on your chest that turns into a push, sending you softly onto the bed. She steps out of her heels, and you take a moment to divest yourself of your shoes. Seungyeon bends at the waist in front of you, giving you a generous view of her hanging breasts, before reaching for your hands.

Stepping between your knees, she takes your hands and guides them behind her back, finding your fingers and guiding them to the small zipper at the start of its track. Finding the ingeniously hidden contraption, you begin to pull it downward.

Her eyes are locked on yours as the zipper makes its journey. They are half-lidded, hungry with lust but also heavy with emotion, a need to be with you, to show you what she had been hiding all this time - in more ways than one. She is elated to finally be able to share this moment with you - a moment without the baggage of whatever feelings you may or may not have had for her sister.

She wants to verbalize her emotions, turn them into language, but her eyes say more than her words could ever hope.

The zipper reaches its terminus, the black silk sagging on her body slightly, held up precariously only by the tips of her breasts. Her gaze doesn’t leave you as she reaches up and pulls it from her body, letting it pool in a puddle of silk at her feet.

She is naked now aside from a small, thin black thong and her diamond necklace. She reaches up behind her neck to remove it, but you stop her from doing so with a raised hand on her wrist. The thought of it being the only article of clothing she had on was arousing, to say the least.

You take a moment to drink in the sight of her, standing almost naked between your spread knees. She was slim and tight, her figure perfect, all long limbs and creamy skin. Her breasts are small but firm and round, with small, delicious looking nipples already taut with the arousal that was obvious to see in every inch of her. Your hands reach up of their own accord, touching her sides, grazing the skin of her flat, toned stomach, savoring the warmth of her skin beneath your palms.

Satisfied that she’d given you enough of a show, she is the one to take the initiative, slipping her long legs onto the bed until she is straddling you, sitting on your lap. She captures your head in her hands and you are kissing again, but this time it is more passionate, more frenzied, as you slowly lose more and more of what remained of your control.

Her hands make quick work of your button up shirt, and she rips it off you, tossing it behind her to be forgotten for the rest of the night. She giggles as you do your best to take your pants off, lifting your butt and hers to get the stubborn article of clothing off you. You revel in the warm, soft contact of your torsos against each other, and the feel of her stiffened nipples grazing against your chest. You look down for a moment to watch the soft mounds of her breasts crushed against your chest, the glittering diamonds of her necklace still gleaming above her cleavage.

You are content to sit there with this beautiful woman in your lap and your mouths locked to one another, but when Seungyeon’s hips begin to gyrate, when she begins to swirl and dip in your lap, tightening her thighs around your waist and pressing her warm, hot core against your crotch - it tells you she was ready for more. When the warm, moist flesh between her thighs brushes up against the hard length in your pants for the first time and she involuntarily breaks your kiss to let a soft, hushed sigh escape her lips - that was when you knew for sure.

Your hands snake around to her back and you grasp her tightly before you turn her over, laying her on her back on the bed. She smiles at it - at your newfound assertiveness. She smiles at you, at the man in her arms, who was for so long no more than a friend, someone to be loved from afar. She smiles at what the evening has become, and the pleasure it promises.

You press your lips against hers once more. But this time the kiss lasts only a moment before you dive into her neck, tracing a path downward, past the glittering diamond necklace that still gleams in the low light of her bedroom, filling your lips and mouth and nose with her before finally, mercifully, you reach her breasts.

The beauty in the gasp that fills the room matches any music you’d ever heard in your life. It turns into a moan as you capture the taut nipple atop her left breast, turns into a long, drawn out sigh as you swirl your tongue around the stiff bud, sucking and licking, devouring her body like the most delicious meal you’d ever had.

You swap between the two mounds, suckling from one while fondling and squeezing and pinching the other with hungry fingers, delighting in the taste of her and the sound she fills the room with. She gyrates and squirms and quivers beneath your tongue and it’s all you can do to keep your mouth latched onto her, continuing to pleasure her, continuing to heighten her body’s thirsts even as you slake your own.

You let her nipple pop from between your lips with a needy slurp, one that draws a grasp from Seungyeon’s throat. “The ladies are delicious,” you say with a snicker.

She giggles for a moment - of all the times to make jokes, you had to make one during your most intimate of moments. But the lightheartedness lasts only for a second longer, quickly and completely replaced with the need for more.

“There’s another lady you should meet,” she says, voice low, dripping with lust. Her hands find themselves in your hair, grasping your scalp, and she pushes you down her body.

Your tongue grazes a firm, tight stomach for a moment before dipping quickly into her belly button - eliciting a surprised, delighted gasp from the young woman. Your fingers hook into her thong, and she lifts her butt off the mattress to let you undress her fully. You watch those large, brown eyes of hers - always so captivating, so large and emotive, so filled with joy - as she spreads her legs before you. She licks her lips, and you do the same. Her hand reaches up to the back of your head and guides you between her flushed thighs.

You relish in the sight and smell of her - so beautiful, so overwhelming, so perfect. Her thighs are soft and warm, but the prize between them is too much to resist, and your head moves of its own accord to her shaved opening, pressing your lips against it, kissing it as softly and gently as you did her other pair.

She squirms and gyrates beneath your lips, simultaneously wanting to savor the moment and wanting more. Her hips push upward, presenting more of herself to you. You savor the sight of her. So wanton, so needy, literally dripping with lust. Never in a million years did you think you’d be so fortunate to see her like this.

But you are not one to keep her waiting. You dive lower, pressing the tip of your tongue at the base of her lower lips, before dragging it upward, penetrating her folds softly, licking her from base to top.

She moans - not some small, hushed gasp - but a full, throaty moan. There is satisfaction in the sound, but also relief, as though she’d finally received something she’d waited for for so long. Her volume only rises when you lick her again, then a third time, before you pause for a moment.

She moans again, but this time it is one of confusion. She looks down at you, past heaving breasts, to find you looking back at her with a mischievous look on your face. You lick your lips, already slick with the taste of her. Before she can say something, your next action rips the words from her throat, turning them into a long, drawn-out moan.

You latch your mouth onto her clit, easily finding the stiffened, protruding bud, and giving it soft, gentle swipes of the tip of your tongue. Simultaneously you slip your index and middle fingers into her, truly penetrating her for the first time. You curl them upward, finding and stroking the ridged lining of her walls.

She is slick and hot and wet around your fingers. She is quivering and trembling beneath your tongue. She has turned into a puddle of weak flesh and bones, helpless to do anything other than react to the pleasure you are giving her.

Her thighs close around your head as you continue your work between them. For long, beautiful minutes you devour her, your tongue swiping her clit as your fingers thrust in and out of her. It quickly becomes hot and wet and sticky between her legs, but you couldn’t care less, couldn’t give a damn about the mess she was making of your face and fingers. She drips from your chin and palm. You drink as much of it as you can, savor the taste of her body on your tongue.

Soon she begins to reach the crest of her pleasure - her gyrating and trembling beneath your face and fingers reaches another level, one that tells you how close she was to the peak that she was both chasing and wanted to keep at bay. A part of her wants it to go on forever. But the needier, more wanton part of her triumphs.

Her fingers clasp the back of your head. Her hips thrust up against your mouth. She shakes and quivers and trembles. She sighs and moans. She gasps as she cums.

“I, I, I, I’m gonna-”

She doesn’t even finish her sentence, doesn’t even realize she has stopped speaking. The only thing that exists in her world is the overwhelming pleasure she experiences for a few delicious seconds as you push her to her peak. Her juices flood your mouth and hand. Her walls tighten around your fingers. For a few seconds she forgets to breathe.

When her butt finally sinks back to the mattress - she’d involuntarily pressed it against your face during her orgasm - she is even more of a mess. You lick and kiss softly around her clit, finally releasing it from the suction you’d placed around it with your lips. Your fingers find it a little more difficult to release themselves from her walls, but soon she finally loosens enough to free them. They come away glistening and dripping. You lick her juices from them, savoring the taste of her body.

You take a moment to stare hungrily at her freshly-eaten pussy, at her glistening lips and dripping opening, at her juices as they slide slowly from her opening in a thin stream, down her between the cheeks of her butt and onto the bed.

When you look up at her she looks like she is struggling to breathe, those small, perfect breasts heaving atop a breathless chest. She has recovered enough to reach her arms down to you in a welcoming gesture. You travel up her body, placing kisses every few inches atop creamy skin, leaving a trace here or there of her juices that were collected on your chin. When you reach her mouth she kisses you again, and the taste of herself on your tongue rekindles her need.

“Fuck,” she gasps into your mouth. You smile against her lips. She smiles too, that warm, toothy, bright smile she always had. For a moment she is the carefree, cheerful friend you’d come to know well over the past five years. But as it was earlier in the evening, that smile is quickly replaced by a different one - one that possessed a particular intention, a particular need.

She bites her lip. She brings her mouth to your ear.

“I want you inside me,” she says, softly. “But…”

“…but?” you ask, a little more impatiently than you were intending.

“I’m not on… Do you have a…?”

“No,” you sigh. Neither of you were really expecting the evening to unfold the way it did, it seemed.

“It’s okay. I want you… I want you inside me. Just pull out, okay?”

“Seungyeon, we don’t have to-”

“No, I want to,” she says, bringing a hand to your cheek, earnest eyes staring into yours. “I want to feel you inside me. Please. Please let me feel you inside me.”

Your need to please the perfect young woman beneath you quickly overcomes any sense of responsibility left in your body. You reach between you to grasp your aching cock, harder and stiffer than you think it’s ever been, so ready and needy for what was about to occur. You press forward, slipping the tip of it between the hot, slick lips of her pussy.

You both gasp out loud at the first feeling of your most intimate parts touching. The look in her eyes is one you want to burn into your memory forever. Those chocolate brown eyes bore into your soul, telling you how much she wanted you, how much she needed you in that moment. Her mouth, usually wide with that bright, toothy smile of hers, is only barely open, a frozen “o”, the moan leaving it telling you that she wanted it, wanted you inside her, like she’d dreamt you’d be during so many lonely nights.

You slip inside her. She feels and sounds like heaven.

She is so hot and wet and slick that you think you’d cum right there and then if you’d possessed even a bit less self control. Her arms, wrapped tightly around your neck, hold you tight to her body. You bury yourself in the crook of her neck, planting kisses on the warm, soft skin you find there, giving you both time to adjust and process the new sensations.

It’s Seungyeon that moves first, her hips slowly gyrating beneath you as she presses her core against you, trying to bury you deeper and deeper inside her. You feel her thighs close around your hips, welcoming you inside her, telling you it was okay to move.

And so you do. Slowly you withdraw yourself from her body for the first time, relishing in the feel of her walls closing tightly around you, unwilling to let you go so easily. You sigh at the feel of it. She lets an airy gasp escape her lips as you leave only the tip of your cock inside her body.

When you thrust back in she lets out a moan so beautiful, so lustful, that you think for a moment it sounds like music. This time you fill her completely with your thrust, staying fully embedded inside her for only a moment before you are withdrawing again.

Soon find your rhythm, and soon you are making love. Not fucking, not having sex. This meant more to both of you than that.

Her gasps and moans, timed with each entry and exit you make into and from her body, fill your ears. She presses her cheek to yours. One of her hands clutches the back of your neck, the other winds its way through your hair and grips the back of your head. Her legs wrap themselves around your body, thighs closing around your hips, ankles locking themselves around your butt as you push in and out, in and out, in and out.

She pushes her hips up off the bed as much as she is able. She wants more. She had been waiting for this moment, dreaming about it for so long it felt almost surreal, felt almost like she would wake at any moment and find herself alone in this very same bed. But the warmth in her heart, and the quickly building pleasure coursing through her body, convince her that this was real, you were really here, and you were truly hers.

She clenches tightly around you, and her body feels so amazing, so perfect around your thrusting cock that you find yourself tearing your lips from her neck to gasp aloud into the pillow, seeking some way to vocalize the pleasure. She hears it, hears you begin to sigh and moan and grunt. She brings her hands to your head and pulls it in front of her until you are face to face, noses almost touching, eyes boring into one another even as your bodies meet and part.

“You feel so good,” she says, words tumbling from her mouth in airy gasps. “You feel so good inside me.”

You kiss her. It was your first instinct, the only way your body knew to react.

“Harder,” Seungyeon gasps. Her eyes, those large, chocolate brown pools, plead with you. They urge you. They tell you what she wants, what she needs. “Please, harder.”

Your body reacts of its own accord, and you up your pace, drawing a loud, hearty moan from the woman’s lips. The wet smack of flesh hitting flesh increases in volume, combining with her moans and your grunts to form a melody that was as beautiful as it was lewd.

“Oh, god,” she gasps, “oh god, right there, like that. I want you. Oh god, I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“I’ve wanted you too, Seungyeon. I always have.”

“I’m yours,” she says, before she says your name. It leaves her lips almost as a moan just as you give her a particularly deep and hard thrust, and you swear you’d never heard it so beautifully. Her hands return to your scalp, and she clutches you close to her, burying your face in her neck once more.

“I’m yours,” she repeats. “Take me. Oh god, oh god, I want more.”

Her words spur you in a way that you were not expecting. For a moment you lose control of yourself - nothing else exists other than this woman, and your need to fulfill her desires.

You withdraw yourself from her, earning a sigh of disappointment from her lips and a momentary look of surprise on her features. Before she can react further you are taking up position on the bed beside her, guiding her onto her side with your hands on her shoulders. Spooning her from behind, you take a moment to align your shaft with her opening before slipping inside her once more.

The moan that leaves her lips is the loudest of the night, as if your shaft filling her body has driven the very air from her lungs. From behind her you felt so much larger, filled her so fully and deeply. Her hands claw at the bedsheets, filling her palms with soft white cotton.

You give her only a moment to adjust. With your hand on her hip, you begin to take her once more.

The change in position almost unmakes Seungyeon - she had thought the pleasure was intense when you were on top, but from behind her it is almost overwhelming. The new position let you hit her most sensitive areas, let you fill her more deeply. Her gasps and moans turn into cries of pleasure as she gradually loses her control over her body.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she gasps. “Oh god, you’re so deep inside me.”

You can do little more than grunt in reply - the new position was just as pleasurable for you as it was for her, with her body seeming to increase in tightness around you. Your hand at her hip guides her body back onto your cock with each thrust, driving as deeply as you can inside her with each entry. Your other arm wraps itself beneath her head, your hand finding hers and clutching it tightly. Her grip tightens with each entry you make inside her.

You feel her pulsate and tighten around you with every thrust. She is so slick, so hot and so tight. You speed up your thrusts, the building pleasure in your body driving you on, spurring you into doing whatever it took to find more and more of it. Your hips slap against each other in wet, hot smacks of needy flesh. Her moans and sighs and cries of sheer pleasure raise yet again in volume as she nears her peak.

Your free hand wanders her body - squeezing a soft, trembling breast, pinching a quivering nipple, gripping her wide hips, pulling her back against you as you thrust forward - until eventually it makes its way between her legs. Your fingers search for and find the slick, quivering bud of warm, wet flesh, touching it gently at first, before swirling the pad of your middle finger around it in a soft but persistent pattern.

The effect on Seungyeon’s body is immediate.

“Oh god, if you do that, oh god, keep doing that, oh god, you’re going to make me… gonna make me… oh, god!”

With a final strangled cry Seungyeon orgasms, her entire body convulsing and trembling even as her walls pulsate and tighten almost painfully around your still-thrusting cock. You slow down your pace with both your fingers and your thrusts as she cums, relishing the feel of her body amidst the throes of her orgasm. The arm beneath her head wraps around her torso, clutching a quivering breast, holding her close to you, letting her experience and relish every second of the sensations coursing through her young body.

But the feel of her orgasming on your cock is the last straw for you, as well, and you knew that your own peak was not far off. She was too perfect, too beautiful, and the experience of the last hour or so too overwhelming for you to hold on for much longer.

“Seungyeon, I-”

“Inside me!” she gasps, still mid-orgasm. One of her hands reaches back behind her head to find your scalp as she turns her face as best she can to meet yours. “Please, inside me.”

“But-”

“Please, please, oh god please cum inside me, I need to feel your cum inside me please-”

“Seungyeon, I can’t-”

Seungyeon turns as best she can to face you, her hand clutching ever more tightly at your scalp, her nails digging almost painfully into your skull. In her eyes is a look of need, of lust so intense, that it renders you breathless. The words that leave her lips shatter any last semblance of self control left in your body.

“Please! Please cum inside me.”

In that moment nothing else matters aside from your need to fulfill her needs, satiate her desires. And so you thrust yourself as deeply as you can inside Gong Seungyeon’s body before you let your orgasm overtake you. Your cock pulsates as it spurts thick streams of hot semen into her body, filling her up, making a mess of her already drenched depths. She moans and sighs with each rope of cum that fills her, the sound more lustful and lewd than you’d ever thought her capable.

It feels like you are emptying your very soul inside her, as though her body is draining you of every ounce of sensation and emotion you had left inside you. That moment was the culmination of more than just the sexual act - it was the culmination of the last few years of friendship, of feelings put aside for those of another finally finding release and being made into something palpable, something real. It was a moment you hadn’t known you were waiting for.

You knew in the back of your mind that finishing inside her, despite her desires, was probably not the responsible thing to do. But none of that mattered at the moment. All that mattered now was her warm, still quivering body pressed against yours, your lungs heaving, struggling to recover from the intensity of the physical and emotional sensations coursing through your bodies.

You wrap your arms around her. She clutches your hand in her own. She is all that matters.

—

“So I should, um, probably go to the pharmacy tomorrow-”

“Right. Yeah, we can definitely-”

“You don’t have to-”

“No, I want to go with you, Seungyeon.”

“Okay. Well we can go before work? We have that meeting tomorrow at 9-”

“Right, definitely. I’ll, uh, I’ll pick you up?”

“Sure. There’s one, like, uh, 10 minutes from here. So uh, pick me up at 8?”

“Sure. Yeah. That sounds good.”

You both stand there awkwardly in the foyer of the apartment. After a short nap you’d awoken to find Seungyeon wearing an oversized sweater and shorts, waiting patiently at the kitchen table, working away at something on her laptop.

“So, um, good night,” she says, the words sounding and feeling awkward even as they left her mouth. You both linger in the foyer, both unsure what to do or say, shuffling awkwardly, staring at the floor as though the right words to say could be found somewhere amidst the hardwood planks.

“Good night, Seung-”

Her name is cut short by her lips as she presses herself against you. Her hands wind their way around your neck and yours do the same around her torso, your lips expressing to each other what your words could not. It is a warm, passionate kiss, and you can feel the emotion and warmth in her lips washing away the awkwardness that had befallen the evening.

After your lips finally part you stand there in the foyer for a few moments in each others arms, noses touching, listening to each other breathe.

“We’ll figure this out,” you say, softly. She nods, a smile on her lips, but it lasts for only a moment.

“I… I’m not her,” she says, after a few moments, her tone low and nervous, as if she were afraid to speak the words. After a moment she raises her eyes to you, and in those dark pools is a depth of emotion that catches you off guard with their honesty. “I’m not Jeongyeon.”

“I know. You’re all I want, Seungyeon.”

She smiles, soft and warm, as though they were words she’d been waiting to hear for awhile.

“Good,” she says, tone playful once more. “Now get out of my house.”

With her hands on your chest she pushes you away, playfully - but your hands slide down to meet, and your fingers intertwine as you step away towards the door. You stand there for a moment, your hands clutching one another by the fingertips, as though not wanting to part so soon. The smile on her lips warms your heart in a way you hadn’t ever felt before.

“Shame I don’t live alone,” Seungyeon says, slyly. “Otherwise you could’ve stayed the night.”

“Lucky for us I live alone. Maybe tomorrow night we can have dinner somewhere and then swing by my place afterward.”

“Are you asking me out on a date?” she asks, smile wide, bright and beaming, shaking her head quizzically, pretending to be shocked.

“Yes, Gong Seungyeon. Will you go out with me?”

Seungyeon brings a finger to her mouth, tapping her lips and staring cutely at her ceiling as she ponders her response.

“I just have to swing by my best friend’s place for a bit - she’s having this stupid poker tournament I promised I’d go to. We can drop by, make an appearance, and then I’m yours for the rest of the night.”

“So it’s a date, then.”

“Okay. But not because I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for the last five years or anything.”

You both smile. Your fingers, still intertwined, seem reluctant to release one another. But, regretfully, you step backward towards the door.

It would have been cute, had the evening ended that way. But fate had other plans, as evidenced by the way the door behind you swings inward to smack you in the back.

“Oh, shit!” says a voice behind the door. You both watch with no small measure of shock and alarm as Jeongyeon appears from behind the door, evidently having just made her way home from the art gallery. You share a look with Seungyeon, and you watch as her eyes grow wide with panic.

For a moment there is a look of confusion on Jeongyeon’s face as she steps into the apartment - which she, of course, shared with her sister.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, quizzically.

“I, uh-” you stumble.

“He’s here to help with work,” Seungyeon answers, much to your relief. “Something came up with the scheduling for your show next week, and we had to take care of it, so we ducked out of the show a little early.”

“You had to come here to do it? You couldn’t just handle it at the gallery?”

“We, uh, we had to make a video conference call,” you say, “and we couldn’t do it at the gallery. Too loud, and.. Stuff.”

“I see,” Jeongyeon nods, seemingly satisfied with your explanation, although there is still a hint of disbelief in her eyes as she makes her way into the apartment and hangs her jacket in the closet.

“Anyway, he was just on his way home,” Seungyeon states. “I’ll uh, see you tomorrow, right buddy?” she says, clapping you on the shoulder for added emphasis before turning and scurrying back towards the hallway that leads to her bedroom.

“Uh, right, tomorrow,” you answer, catching one last glimpse of the elder Yoo sister as she ducks into her room. She flashes you a smile - and while it begins as a mischievous one, it quickly warms, until, sure that her younger sister wasn’t watching, she blows you a kiss before disappearing behind her door.

You feel a smile appear on your lips. You weren’t sure where your relationship was going, and what the night’s events meant for your future. But you were happy to figure it out with her.

“Good night, Jeongyeon,” you say with a nod towards the kitchen she had disappeared into as you turn towards the door.

“Oh, hey, wait,” the younger Yoo sister says, poking her head out from the kitchen, where she had poured herself a glass of water. “My friend’s having an art exhibit tomorrow night. Fancy, swanky place downtown. She said I could bring a date, and I could use some arm candy,” she adds, giving you a suggestive wink.

You find yourself almost laughing at the twists and turns that had led you to this moment. Had you known this morning that Jeongyeon would be asking to take you to an event as her date, it would have been the highlight of your day.

But your world had changed in the last few hours.

“Yeah, sorry… don’t think I can make it,” you answer as you open the door to leave the apartment.

“Really? What are you doing?”

“I have a date.”

“Oooooh,” Jeongyeon answers, teasingly. “With who?”

You pause for a moment, halfway out the door. You turn back to Jeongyeon and give her a smile.

“First place,” you answer, before leaving the apartment.