"Un-unnie…."
"I said go home!"
Winter slams her door shut and tightly grips the steering wheel with sweaty palms. She stares down at her lap at her clothed erection, which is practically ripping through her compression shorts and through her dress.
Why the fuck is she so damn hard?!
She has to get out of here.
What kind of fucking teenager has the guts to flirt so crassly, and especially with someone so much older?!
Winter lives a ten minute drive away, but only two minutes away from Karina's house, she pulls over. She stops in a space between the street lamps where it's practically pitch black with no traffic in the quiet neighborhood. Now parked, she hunches over and leans her forehead against the top of her steering wheel. Her cock is so engorged that it's starting to actually become painful and impossible to ignore.
Winter wants so much to ignore it though.
She grips her erection through her dress and wheezes at how sensitive it feels even through all of the fabric. She briefly considers jerking off in her car, but she cannot and will not with Karina's sweet face and soft voice still fresh in her mind.
'Would you ever want to do something like that with…me?'
"What the fuck?" Winter wheezes into the air.
Karina's voice was so soft and sweet, but the implications behind her words were downright sinful.
It doesn't make any sense. Karina was the adorable kid who used to show up on Winter's doorstep with a bouquet of flowers in her hand , which she had picked on the way over to her unnie's house. She was the sweet girl who would once showed up with a little bag of chocolates and a hand drawn Valentine's Day card for Winter to cheer her up after her divorce.
Karina was absolutely the cutest child.
So just when the hell did Karina grow up?
'I think about you every night when I…when I-I…touch—'
Winter has never looked at Karina in this light before. It's absolutely jarring. Her eyes briefly shut and suddenly all she can see is Karina, wearing her cute school uniform…and with her hands under her skirt, masturbating. Winter's eyes fly open, startled by the obscene image in her mind. Eyes open or closed though, it doesn't erase the memory of what Karina told her tonight.
'I-I get...really wet thinking about you lately.'
She feels her cock throb under her dress and under the tight hold of her compression shorts. Ashamed of the way that her body is reacting, she denies the feeling as much as she can. She takes a few more minutes to calm herself down before allowing herself to finally finish the drive home.
Winter returns to an empty house. Her date was a total disaster this evening. And her head is still clouded with things Karina had said and done. She tries to wash it away with a cold shower, but rather than kill her erection, Winter groans when it's making it worse somehow. It hurts so much that it's making her dizzy. With cold water splashing over her hot skin, she leans her forehead against the cool tiles and gnaws on her lower lip as she continues to fight her feelings from this evening.
Her cock hurts so badly though.
No one can judge her for this, right? They're just thoughts….
She slowly wraps her fingers around her length and closes her eyes as she keeps replaying the image of Karina's hand under her own skirt, coating her fingers in cum before showing it her unnie. Winter softly moans as she strokes herself, desperately trying to purge the indecent thoughts from her mind, but finds herself simply fanning the flames.
Yu Winter is undeniably hot. She's the kind of attractive that has strangers walking into lamp posts when they do a double take upon seeing her in the streets. So what often surprises people is learning that Winter is actually incredibly shy when it comes to dating.
She had spent nearly half her life with her high school sweetheart, had a kid far too young, and spent the latter half of her adult life going through a messy divorce, raising her son, all whilst putting herself through school to become a pharmacist. Winter's gotten her shit together late in life, which has given her almost no time or energy to actually date—even her date last Saturday night was a miracle itself.
With her limited experience with other people, Winter's never had anyone flirt so, so tactlessly with her before. She had been with Yeji for most of her sexual life. From when they had met as teenagers all the way up to their divorce, Winter's only been with two other women after all of her years with her ex-wife. And of all of them, none of them had ever been so forward with their advances.
'I'm wet right now. Do you want to see?'
Winter clenches her jaw, feeling her heart race, her cheeks blush, and her pants tighten as she replays those words in her mind. Karina's a teenager. She shouldn't even know how to say stuff like that—Winter is sure that she wouldn't have had the gall to flirt like that back when she was a teenager herself.
Winter hates how gripped she is by Karina's brashness.
It's pathetic, Winter thinks. She can't stop thinking about the things Karina was saying to her in her car that night. The girl had Winter blushing like some virgin teenager even though she should be too old to feel like that. For days, Winter can't concentrate at work. All she hears between her temples is her pounding heartbeat and Karina's cute, innocent, soft voice saying such horrible—exhilarating—things to her.
She softly sighs to herself and she continues to package up medication, preparing pick-ups for customers. Her cock is so hard in her compression shorts. She's probably going to have to go jack off in the bathroom during her lunch break to get some relief from the pressure.
"Hey."
Winter looks up as a coworker knocks on her table.
"Why do you look so gloomy?" Wendy asks, passing some paper bags to Winter. "Your date not go well on Saturday?"
Winter sharply inhales. "No…it was kind of a bust." Shit. She never called that girl either. What was her name again?
"No wonder why you look so upset. You need to get laid, girl," Wendy laughs before making her way back to the front counter.
Ha. Winter sighs, fearing that her coworker is one hundred percent correct.
Winter briefly thinks about quitting volleyball. She had skipped out on her game last week, disappointing her teammates, but at least saving what little left there was of her dignity by avoiding Karina—which apparently didn't work, at all, considering how things were left between the two of them on Saturday night.
Winter sits at her kitchen island, leaned over and with her forehead pressed to the cool granite. She doesn't know what to do. There's no way that she can face Karina again after that mortifying ordeal. Karina saw it. The girl had saw how hard Winter had gotten.
She shudders from the memory, wishing that the ground would open up and swallow her whole to save her from ever reliving that embarrassment again. She needs to fire Karina, right? Get a new babysitter? Isn't that the right thing to do? Ensure that they have absolutely zero contact with one another?
But what would Winter tell her Taeyeon-unnie?
'I can't have your daughter work with anymore because she's flirting with me and I think she wants to fuck me...and I'm scared I'm going to be tempted to.'
She shivers at the horrible made-up conversation in her mind.
There's nothing she can say to justify firing her friend's daughter from her first part-time job. She remembers how nice it was being a teenager and earning a bit of pocket cash to spend like she was independent and carefree. She doesn't want to deny Karina of that.
Besides, what if she fires Karina and the girl ends up telling her parents everything? The thought is so utterly horrifying.
This was never supposed to happen. Winter had barely even dwelled much on her fetish before. It had naturally manifested after Yeji had worn their old high school uniform a few times for some roleplay sessions in their college years. Winter had simply latched onto the fantasy without even realizing it.
Some people like a sexy librarian, some like the hot pool boy, some like…naughty schoolgirls. It's not like Winter has actually driven around schools, leering at girls who are way too young for her. It's just silly porn, something that she'd masturbate to at night before going to bed. Even in Winter's wildest fantasies, she had never imagined sleeping with a real schoolgirl.
And the things that Karina was saying and doing the other night…Winter most definitely has never fathomed being spoken to like that. She didn't know how to react…nor did she know how her body was going to react to such shameless comments and actions.
Winter sighs. It's probably best that she just…plays stupid. She'll convince herself that nothing happened last Saturday night. Karina would prefer that too. The girl was so intoxicated and she must be equally—if not more—embarrassed about the things that she had said and done, right? What if Karina was so wasted that she doesn't even remember what happened? Winter definitely shouldn't bring it up then.
The best thing for Winter to do is to spare them both the embarrassment by sweeping the whole exchange under the rug…and into the darkest corner of a room, before setting it aflame.
Nothing happened. Everything is normal.
You can do this, Yu Winter. Everything will be fine on Tuesday.
On Tuesday, the doorbell promptly rings at 6:00pm and Winter stands a little further back, supervising her son as he answers the door.
"Mindongie-noona is here!" he exclaims.
As soon as Winter sees Karina in the doorway, her eye twitches. The younger girl's wearing her uniform again, which she rarely does as she usually goes home to change first before coming over in the evening.
It's a horrible realization that suddenly hits Winter. She's sure that Karina did not stay late after school today. She's sure that the girl has deliberately worn her uniform to her babysitting job this evening. Fuck. Winter can see the influence of her porn-stash discovery clearly on Karina's attire.
Is that why the girl had acted so crazy in the car the other night?
"Hi, Winter-unnie," Karina greets. Something about her pretty eyes look a little mischievous today as they peek out from under her black bangs, and her normally cute smile looks far too sly.
Winter tries to convince herself that she's reading into this too much. M-maybe Karina isn't doing anything weird right now. "Hi, Karina," Winter stoically replies. In a rush to leave, she quickly continues to say, "I made kimchi fried rice. It's in the pan in the kitchen, so help yourself." Winter squats down to give her son a kiss on his cheek. "Bye, honey. Be good for noona. See you guys later," she says before grabbing her gym duffle bag and throwing it onto her shoulder.
Before Winter makes it to the garage though, Karina jogs to catch up with her. Out of Hyunjin's earshot, Karina reaches out and tugs on the crook of Winter's elbow. "U-unnie," Karina softly says, trying to stop the older woman from so clearly running away. "Wait."
Winter pauses, terrified about what the teenager has to say to her. She tries to control her face as she calmly asks, "What is it?"
"I-I um," Karina nibbles on her lower lip before she whispers, "I'm sorry about the other night. Are you still mad at me?"
Oh Lord. Karina's currently stone-cold sober, but she's not embarrassed at all to bring it up immediately. Winter's heart is pounding now, but she's also surprised about the sudden vulnerability in Karina's face. The girl's smile looked so arrogant when she first walked in. "No," Winter replies. "You were drunk. You didn't know what you were doing and saying."
Karina still frowns though. "Are you sure you're not mad?"
"Of course," Winter says, reaching out to poke Karina in the forehead, trying to treat her like she used to. She makes an effort to flash a smile at the younger girl. "See you guys later."
"I never thanked you for driving me home," Karina blurts out, stalling Winter for a little longer. "So I just wanted to say thank you."
Before Winter gets to reply, Karina steps in and wraps her arms around the woman's waist before burying herself in for a tight hug. Winter goes rigid in the teenager's arms when she feels the warmth of the girl's entire body against her and smells the faint floral scent of her shampoo. Worst yet, Winter really doesn't like how she feels with Karina pressed into her breasts so firmly.
"I-it's no problem. I'm glad you got home safely," Winter says, quickly patting the girl's back. "I gotta get going. I'll see you two later," she says, hastily pulling away.
"Okay. Have fun at your game, unnie," Karina replies, flashing a smile.
Winter gulps. Something about Karina's smile looks far too sweet…especially now that Winter knows what kind of words are capable of coming out of those not so innocent lips.
When Winter returns home after her rec game, she parks her car in the street. She doesn't bother opening the garage, mildly worried that the noise will wake up Hyunjin—even though the little rascal would probably sleep through an earthquake Winter thinks. She needs to drive Karina home anyways.
She's absolutely exhausted from her game. But it's such a good exhaustion. A nice cold shower after exercising always feels so satisfying—and not like the kind of satisfying that makes Winter feel like a fucking criminal lately. For the first time since the entire date-night ordeal, Winter doesn't feel worked up when she thinks about it. She's too drained to be stressed anymore. After she drops Karina off at home tonight, Winter's going to come home and pass out immediately. She's going to sleep for a solid eight hours tonight. She can't wait.
Winter unlocks her front door and walks in. Last time on a babysitting night, Winter had returned home and was surprised not to find Karina in the living room, and instead found the girl in her office. Thankfully tonight, she finds Karina on the couch, and watching TV like she normally does.
"Hey."
With the couch against the living room wall, Karina turns her head when she notices Winter walk in. "Hi, unnie. How was your game?"
"Good," Winter replies. "We won."
"Nice! Congratulations."
"Thanks," Winter says, glad that things don't feel so awkward between them. "So, you ready to go home?"
"Is it okay if I just finish this episode?" Karina asks. "There's only ten minutes left."
"Sure."
Feeling the fatigue in her legs, Winter takes a seat on the couch next to Karina. She's going to be so sore tomorrow. She pushed herself way too hard in the game tonight and she's definitely going to feel it in the morning. Her thighs are so numb and her knees are sore from all of the jumping.
Winter leans back, letting the plush cushions envelope her comfortably. God, she might pass out right here and now before Karina finishes her show. Finally looking at the TV though, Winter suddenly feels wide awake once she sees the content.
"Karina," she sighs exasperatedly, pinching the bridge of her nose and squeezing her eyes shut. "What are you watching?"
"Elite."
Winter opens her eyes and sure enough, there's a girl riding a guy cowgirl-style on screen, with her heavy breasts bouncing up and down. Karina was never like this before. Rather than feel embarrassed about what the flirty teenager is obviously doing, Winter instead chooses to reprimand the babysitter.
"Karina," she sternly starts, grabbing the remote and shutting the TV off. "I don't want you watching this stuff here. What if Hyunjin comes downstairs and sees it?"
"I kept the volume low so I could hear him coming if he did wake up," Karina explains.
The older woman sighs. She closes her tired eyes and presses her fingertips to her eyelids. "Karina—"
"S-sorry, unnie. It's just a teen drama. It's not always like…that. Sorry about it. I won't watch it here again."
Mildly relieved that the girl isn't up to anything weird, Winter sighs with relief and drops her hands away from her face and she leans her head back.
Eight hours. She's going to blissfully sleep for eight hours tonight.
"So are you ready to go home—?"
Winter's voice immediately dies out when she lifts her head up to look at the girl, but already finds Karina's face right in front of hers, and leaning in for a kiss. She gasps into Karina's mouth, surprised by the pressure now on her lips…and also the weight of Karina's body as the girl throws a leg over Winter's lap.
Winter rips her mouth away, horrified by the alluring taste of sweet, sticky apple candy lingering on Karina's lips. "What are you doing?!" she harshly whispers.
She reaches down, grabs the girl's waist, and is about to throw Karina off of her lap, but the younger girl rolls her hips forward. Winter stutters, eyes briefly fluttering at the friction grinding against her cock. She feels herself quickly stiffening inside her sweatpants.
"Wh-whoa! H-hey!" she gasps, squeezing the girl's hips, but failing to halt them completely.
"Isn't this what you like?" Karina questions. She leans down to kiss, but only gets Winter's cheek when the woman turns away. "Don't you want me, unnie?"
Oh fuck. Winter's heart is going to explode. "N-no," she weakly stutters, mind quickly losing the ability to form sentences.
Karina's tiny. She's so skinny, she's smaller than Winter, and yet, Winter can't seem to shove the girl off.
And she can't tell if it's because she's so exhausted from her game…or if part of her really doesn't want Karina to stop.
"You're getting hard, I can feel you," Karina softly says against Winter's ear. "Why are you lying?"
Winter whimpers, mind feeling like it's a million miles away. No matter how many hundreds of videos that she's consumed in her life, Winter does not know what to do when she literally has a naughty schoolgirl on her lap.
"Karina, w-we can't."
Karina rests her arms on Winter's shoulders as she keeps rubbing herself against the growing bulge in Winter's sweatpants. "I think about this every night, you know?" she tells the older woman. When she hears the soft gasps, she feels emboldened to continue with her advances. "I touch myself thinking about you."
Winter's convinced that she's going to faint. No one has ever flirted with her like this. No adult has ever whispered such dirty confessions to Winter. So seeing Karina in her low pigtails, dressed in her school uniform, with her cute, innocent face and voice is such a startling contrast from the way that she's talking.
Winter loathes how exhilarating she finds it.
"M-Karina," she weakly protests again, trying not to let her eyes roll back and shut as the younger girl continues to rub their clothed sexes against each other.
Karina leans down for another kiss and when she catches Winter's lip against hers this time, something about Karina's ambition bends the older woman's will, just a fraction. Rather than completely turn herself away, Winter instead pulls away a little with another pointless warning.
"Karina…."
The girl in question continues to keep pressing for kisses, each time winning just a few seconds longer than the last, each time wearing down Winter's reluctance another inch.
"Unnie, I like you so much," Karina whispers.
When Winter catches Karina's lower lip between her own, the candy apple on the girl's lips is Winter's sudden undoing. Consumed by an agonizing combination of lust and adrenaline, the teenager obliterates Winter's restraint. Hands that were feebly attempting to shove Karina off unexpectedly tighten in their grip, and Winter's now leaning back in, and sliding her tongue into Karina's mouth.
It's so wrong that Winter allows herself to let go of her reins—just a bit, just an inch. She lets herself kiss Karina, enjoying how good it feels to have the younger girl suddenly shudder and whine into their mouths. Kissing must be working up Karina a lot though because the girl's hips start coming down a little faster and a little harder than before. Winter softly moans. It's been a while since she's been intimate with anyone and she can't deny how good that it feels.
And once she both hears and feels Karina moan around her tongue, Winter's hips start to unconsciously buck up against the girl's mound, grinding them harder together. God, it feels so good.
Never in a million years did Winter think a kid that she used to babysit would be her next lay.
A kid.
Even Karina certainly doesn't act like one, Winter has to keep reminding herself that the girl is a kid. A kid that she once took care of.
With great willpower, Winter suddenly pulls away, feeling a horrible sinking feeling in her stomach rise to the surface, past all of her lust. She feels queasy.
Karina's a decade younger than her. This isn't right.
"H-hey," she wheezes, trying not to become spellbound by the hips pumping on top of her pelvis. "S-stop."
"Why?" Karina questions, voice breathy and far too seductive. "Don't you like it?" she asks, now running her fingers through the back of Winter's hair.
Winter shivers, but it's also making the knot in her stomach hurt more. She leans forward and presses her forehead into Karina's collar. Since her hands can't seem the shove the girl off, Winter instead slides her hands under, quivering as they touch the back of Karina's soft, bare thighs, but it's the only way that she can actually lift the girl up a bit, and put a small gap between their groins.
"M-Karina," Winter gasps. She squeezes her eyes shut, feeling tears prickle on her lashes when a million different emotions start to slam into her. "Karina, please stop," she softly begs.
Hearing the drastic change in Winter's tone, Karina halts her motions. "D-does it not feel good?" she timidly inquires, voice breathy.
Winter hangs her head, too overwhelmed to look at Karina's face. "You're gonna make me come in my pants if you keep doing that," she sighs, straining to catch her breath.
Karina's breath hitches. "I-isn't that…a good thing?" she shyly asks.
Winter shakes her head, hands still gripping the younger girl's thighs too hard. "W-what if Hyunjin comes downstairs? You know that we…we shouldn't be doing any of this in the first place."
Karina pulls her lower lip between her teeth, feeling a sudden wretch of guilt in her chest like her hand's just been slapped away. "I know, but…I really like you, unnie."
"You don't know any better." Winter finally looks up at the other girl and tries not to swoon over the cute dust of red on Karina's cheeks. "I do. I shouldn't…" Winter's voice trails off as she keeps staring at the younger girl. "Come on, I-I should drive you home," she suddenly declares, moving to stand up.
"W-wait," Karina stubbornly says, refusing to dismount from the woman's lap.
"What?"
"Can I…kiss you again?"
Winter's jaw clenches before she replies. "You…really shouldn't."
Karina softly smiles, barely huffing a soft laugh. And Winter realizes her mistake.
She didn't say no.
Speechless, Winter feels Karina arms wind around her neck, pulling them tight against each other, bodies completely flush, before she presses their lips together. Something about Karina's mouth on hers turns Winter stupid. She gently places her hand against the younger girl's back, keeping the girl from losing her balance as they softly move their lips against each other, far less rushed than their earlier heated exchange.
Winter finally leans away and softly smacks her lips together before whispering, "I-it's getting late. I should really drive you home."
"Okay," Karina replies. After a smile, she gives Winter another quick peck on her lips before finally shuffling backwards off of the woman's lap.
Winters wheezes, like she's finally able to breathe now that she's not overwhelmed with everything about Karina. The taste of the girl's lips, the smell of her hair, the warmth of her body—it was all so suffocating. Catching her breath, Winter bows her head down and on her lap, she notices the distinct shape of her hard-on outlined in her light-grey sweatpants. However, there's something way more noticeable than her clothed erection.
Right on the bulge of her pants, is a blatant dark, wet stain. Winter swallows hard at the sight.
"Oh god—I-I'm sorry!"
Breath still shaking, Winter looks up and sees Karina staring down at the embarrassing mark. She's fidgeting in her spot. The girl's squeezing her legs together and tugging down on her plaid skirt.
"I-I didn't mean to…I d-didn't know that…"
Karina looks so embarrassed. She looks…so cute.
God, Winter could come in her pants right this instance if something even just brushed up against her cock. Just the thought of how wet Karina must be to soak through her panties like that…
Winter shivers. "I-it's okay. Don't worry about it," she stutters, rising up onto her weak legs. "Come on. It's late. I should really drive you home, Karina."