A/N: ...
Hi :) I've been quarantined for over a month now, and welcome to this total crack! (two? three?) shot.
I mean, it might start out kind of normal, but...
Did I mention I've been quarantined for over a month? :O :O :O :D :D :D
Full Disclosure: This is in my Good Girl collection because of Ga Eul & sex-related things, but there's no YJ in this (there aren't ANY guys in this, except by mention). I might have hated on JP a bit. And I might have conveniently ignored the existence of the internet in favor of physical videos. I'm guessing this will be two to three parts when complete. Aaaaand not sure what else to say about this.
Happy Reading :)
"Ah...Ah...Ah...I'm cumming...I'm cumming...Faster...Faster...Please...Oh my god..."
"Oh my god, what is this?!" Ga Eul exclaimed. Tapping all the buttons on the TV remote except for the right one, she turned helplessly to Jan Di and Jae Kyung, whom she had invited for a sleepover at her new house, and pleaded, "Ahhhh, how do you turn this off?!"
The nude brown-haired girl on the TV, who was being rammed from behind by a muscular blond, let out a deep moan and whimpered, "Oh, so good...That's so good...I'm gonna cum again...Oh...Oh...Oh...Ohhhh..."
Jan Di had now buried her face in the nearest pillow, while Jae Kyung was staring wide-eyed at the screen. Almost like she was enjoying it.
"Guys!"
Ga Eul continued frantically clicking buttons, finally pausing the video.
The girl froze mid-moan, with the guy's dick halfway inside her.
Ga Eul clicked the power button—why hadn't she used that before?!—and they both flicked into blackness.
Picking up the case she had supposedly pulled her wedding video out of, Ga Eul inspected the title on the front.
The Wedding of So Yi Jeong & Chu Ga Eul, Grand Ballroom, Woo Sung Museum it read.
"What the heck?" she muttered, mostly to herself.
"Are you sure you filmed the wedding and not the honeymoon?" Jae Kyung asked.
"I-I-I don't understand. The wedding video is supposed to be in here. I have no idea where that came from." Ga Eul threw up her hands.
"So who wants ramen? I'm hungry," Jan Di chimed in, obviously eager to move on as quickly as possible. They'd eaten a large dinner only an hour ago.
"I guess I can look for the actual video," Ga Eul answered carefully. "It's got to be around here somewhere."
"Oooorrrr...we could watch that one," Jae Kyung suggested, waggling her eyebrows.
"What?!" Jan Di shrieked.
"Oh, don't act like such a prude, Jan Di. You got married before any of us." Then, as though the thought had just dawned on her, Jae Kyung complained, "Yah! How am I the only virgin here? I was supposed to get married years ago!"
"Don't worry, Unnie," Ga Eul reassured her. "You just haven't met the right person yet...Are you sure you and Woo Bin Sunbae don't have something going on?"
Jae Kyung scoffed.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I'm just saying. I think he likes you." Ga Eul plopped back down on one of the plush pillows littering the master bedroom floor.
Yi Jeong was out of town for the weekend on business. It had only been a month since they returned from their honeymoon, but already life had returned to its normal inhuman pace. Not until she said goodbye to him at the airport did she realize she'd be spending the night alone for the first time since they got married. So she'd arranged an impromptu girls' weekend, complete with facials, drama marathons, wine, and junk food. It had been Jae Kyung's idea to watch their wedding video, as she hadn't been able to attend the ceremony due to a family commitment.
Their wedding video, which had mysteriously disappeared and been replaced with that...that...whatever that was.
"So," Jae Kyung piped up again, "are we gonna watch it or what?...Come on, you know you guys are curious." She threw a bag of chips at Jan Di, and it hit her on the shoulder.
Jan Di's face went red, from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.
"You w-want to watch that s-stuff?" Jan Di replied.
"Hey! If Yi Jeong Sunbae can watch it, we can too. Girl power!"
"W-what?" Ga Eul stammered.
Of course, she'd considered the possibility—the great likelihood—that Yi Jeong watched those types of things, but it wasn't something she'd dwelt on. What he did with his alone time was his business.
"Well, it has to be his," Jae Kyung asserted. "Unless there's something you want to tell us, Ga Eul." She laughed and punched Jan Di's arm.
In her flustered state, the former laundry girl barely flinched.
"Of course it's his," Ga Eul shot back. "I mean...It's not mine."
Suddenly, Jae Kyung leaped up and began rummaging through one of the still unpacked boxes of videos in the corner of the room. Then Ga Eul heard the loud clatter of videos being shuffled around inside the box.
"What are you doing?"
"Are these Yi Jeong's movies? I bet there's more where that came from."
"Maybe we should just find the wedding video," Jan Di said, her voice hopeful—albeit tentatively so. Once Jae Kyung got an idea in her head, the two of them were always inevitably swept along. "Or watch that new drama you like, Ga Eul."
"Found something!" Jae Kyung yelled. Holding up a few unmarked DVDs, she grinned. "We should try these too." She tossed them onto the pillows between Ga Eul and Jan Di.
"I feel like we're invading Yi Jeong's privacy," Ga Eul tried.
"What privacy? He's your husband."
"I know, but—"
"Besides, one day, eventually, I'm gonna get in bed with a guy, and I won't have any idea what to do. And it'll be both you guys' fault because you haven't told me anything!" She glared accusingly at the two married girls.
"Well, that's...but I don't think this is exactly realistic," Ga Eul said.
"Then think of it as a teaching experience. You guys can tell me what's realistic and what's not." Jae Kyung shrugged like they were discussing a makeup tutorial.
Ga Eul didn't know what to say to that. Sex was relatively new to her, so she still found it rather embarrassing to talk about, even with Yi Jeong. However, she felt worse for Jan Di, who, despite having been married to Jun Pyo for over a year, had gone beyond protesting to simply glancing between the two other girls, wide-eyed and terrified.
"Come on. I'm horny. And, unlike you guys, I'm not getting laid. So let's watch." Crunching on a chip, Jae Kyung snatched the remote from Ga Eul before she could say anything else, turned off the overhead light, and clicked the power button. She situated herself between Ga Eul and Jan Di, propping herself up on two pillows like she intended to stay there for quite a while.
'Sure,' Ga Eul thought. 'Make yourself comfortable. 'Cause I certainly am...'
Blond guy was still thrusting away.
Settling her back against the foot of the bed, Ga Eul grabbed a bag of popcorn and munched nervously, grateful for the dark. She tried to look away from the image without being obvious, but they were sitting so close to the large flat screen that it was nearly impossible for her to see anything but the two perfectly shaved, naked bodies en flagrante. Finally giving up, she decided to study the couple's surroundings.
Nothing much.
A bed—a queen-sized bed?—with white sheets and white pillows. White walls behind them. No other pieces of furniture save a small, bare wooden nightstand and a lamp, presumably to make the room look somewhat realistic.
Realistic, her foot.
The girl was practically sobbing at this point, the guy had 'made her cum' so many times. First in doggy style and then in missionary. At least, Ga Eul knew those two positions. But the next one she'd never done. Yi Jeong had asked her if she wanted to be on top a few times, but she hadn't felt confident enough to try it so far.
Brown-haired girl slid up and down masterfully on blond guy's cock, her firm, bulbous breasts bouncing. Her prominent nether lips too puffed up to be real.
How did someone get that comfortable with their body? So comfortable they could even make a video like that?
She still felt self-conscious changing in front of Yi Jeong.
And now this video was bothering her in more ways than one. She shifted and rubbed her thighs together, hoping she was being discreet.
Oh god, was she actually being turned on by this?
She stuffed more popcorn in her mouth.
White walls, white walls, white walls…
"Ugh...you're so big...I wanna cum...cum on your dick..."
Calming thoughts. Think calming thoughts.
The guy spread the girl's ridiculously swollen pussy lips farther apart and pressed his thumb against her clit. Making her cum for the twentieth or perhaps the two-hundredth time.
Beside her and slightly in front of her, Jae Kyung slipped her hand under her blanket, and, Ga Eul suspected, under her pajama pants as well. If the slight movement underneath the blanket was anything to go by.
Was she really doing what Ga Eul thought she was doing?
Ga Eul kind of hated Jae Kyung right now.
Because she was making her watch this.
Because she was making her watch this, and it was turning her on.
Because she was making her watch this, and it was turning her on, and, unlike Jae Kyung, Ga Eul was too self-conscious to do anything about it.
And now she was in literal pain down there.
Burning, clenching-on-nothing pain.
Peering around Jae Kyung, Ga Eul saw that Jan Di had pulled her blanket up so that it partially covered her face, periodically moving it up or down depending on what was happening on-screen. Not that there was much variation.
Just a lot of thrusting.
And moaning.
And cumming.
Thrusting.
Moaning.
And cumming again.
Speaking of cumming, Jae Kyung shuddered and gasped inaudibly beside her, laying back against the pillows and closing her eyes when she had finished. She didn't seem bothered in the slightest that the video was ongoing or that her two best friends were sitting on either side of her, feeling awkward as hell.
And maybe...maybe...a tiny bit horny too.
Well, if this was the way the evening was going…
Ga Eul stood up.
"I'm going to get some wine. Jan Di, wanna come with?"
"Ooohhh, do you have tequila?" Jae Kyung asked.
"Yi Jeong might have some. I can see."
"I'll come with you." Jan Di got up and followed Ga Eul down the hallway to the long staircase leading down to the first floor of her mansion.
Because that's what it was, right? A mansion, in all its excessive glory.
With gardens and groundskeepers and a full service staff—though none of them lived on the premises. Ga Eul had insisted on some privacy.
She had an indoor pool and an in-ground spa, enough bedrooms to house her immediate family, an entire wing dedicated to a pottery studio and two private studies—one for her, one for Yi Jeong—and two kitchens—one private and one for the staff.
It was the private kitchen she now led Jan Di to, where she pulled two bottles of wine and three wine glasses from a liquor cabinet and then rummaged around until she found a three-quarters-full bottle of tequila. Setting those aside, she grabbed a salt shaker from an overhead cabinet and began cutting up a lime into careful, even slices.
She'd only taken shots once before—in the hotel on the first night of her honeymoon when she was trying to loosen up.
Unfortunately, she'd learned the hard way that stomach knots and hard liquor don't mix. She'd thrown up soon afterward and felt generally miserable for the rest of the evening.
Poor Yi Jeong. Holding her hair back while she emptied their wedding cake into a toilet bowl on what was supposed to be the most romantic night of their life.
He'd told her not to drink so much. The censure was ironic, if she thought about it.
Well, at least the night was memorable. She supposed they would laugh about it in ten, maybe twenty years.
Jan Di stayed unusually quiet while she worked, and when Ga Eul had finished chopping the lime and had arranged the slices in neat rows on a serving plate, she addressed her best friend.
"Yah, that was a bit awkward, wasn't it?"
"Ga Eul..." Jan Di began tentatively. Looking down at her hands, she picked at her nails. "I'm only asking this because we've been friends since we were eating dirt off the playground, but…how many positions do you do it in...or do you do the same thing every time...or how much time does it normally take for you and Yi Jeong to have sex?"
"What?" Ga Eul almost laughed at Jan Di's sudden forwardness, unexpected as it was. Though they talked about almost everything else, Jan Di tended to keep things like that to herself.
"I just thought I'd ask, you know...for-comparison-now-that-we-can-talk-about-that-stuff." She babbled the last part of the sentence so fast that Ga Eul barely caught it.
Ga Eul couldn't help but giggle despite her friend's obvious discomfort.
"Jan Di, are you saying the great Gu Jun Pyo is bad in bed?"
"Omo, I'm not saying that." She waved her hands frantically. "It's just...sometimes he can be a bit...insistent about how he likes to do things." She frowned, glaring at the counter like it, too, frustrated her. "I just wish he would try something else every once in a while. And maybe not be so...rushed."
Shoving the liquor bottles to the side, Ga Eul leaned towards her on the kitchen island.
"I think I have the opposite problem. Yi Jeong always wants to try new stuff with me. It's not that I don't want to. I'm just...well, I'm just getting used to, I don't know, normal things." She slapped Jan Di lightly on the hand. "But hey, if you really don't like what he does, you should say something. Even I know that."
"I do...sometimes...only it's like yelling at a brick wall."
"No offense, but you kind of knew that before you married him. I mean, there were little hints. Big hints, even. But look, the next time he refuses to cooperate, I think you should just say you'll be in the guest bedroom watching porn until he comes to his senses."
"Yah."
"Or you can come to my house and watch it, obviously." She waved her hand flippantly.
"Are we really going to watch that the rest of the night?"
Ga Eul nodded.
"Jae Kyung hasn't even come down to check on us, so I'm pretty sure we're not going to talk our way out of this one. But"—she placed her hand on her heart—"I have decided to be open to this new experience in the spirit of being open to new experiences in my general sexual life." She tapped the wine bottle. "Also, I think we should get outrageously drunk first. Ah! Forgot the shot glasses." She pilfered three shot glasses from the liquor cabinet.
Pouring herself a shot of the tequila, she downed it with lime and salt and raised her fist in the air.
"Fighting!"
To Be Continued...
