Chapter 3 — My Best Friend's Girlfriend - Part 1 (3)

Sex with Emma Lee came back to me immediately as regret. The next day, I confessed first to my friend when he visited my boarding house—I told him I’d slept with Emma Lee the night before.

Surprisingly, he didn’t get angry. He said that during a drinking session, Emma Lee had mentioned she liked me, and that was exactly why he’d been so drunk.

Just like that, I thought it would all be forgotten. But perhaps Emma Lee and I were bound by something deeper. Four years later, I ran into her again—this time in Pohang.

After graduation, I’d returned to Pohang and moved into my family’s vacation apartment while the adults relocated elsewhere. I lived alone, using the place as a studio. For a while, the neighboring unit stayed vacant. One morning, I noticed activity next door—people moving in, doing interior work. I casually asked the security guard who was moving in, and he said it was a newlywed couple.

Time passed, but there was no sign of life from the adjacent unit. Occasionally, when packages arrived during the day, I’d accept them on their behalf. I grew curious.

One evening, I saw light spilling from the neighbor’s doorway. Holding a package, I knocked to return it.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, from unit 1701. I’ve got your delivery here.”

When the door opened, I froze—completely paralyzed. Standing before me was none other than Emma Lee, the woman who had come between my friend and me four years ago?

“Wait… how are you—?”

“James! I heard you were in Pohang…”

We had reunited. Strangely, the moment I saw her, my cock stiffened instantly.

“James, come in and have some tea…”

I followed her inside. Her apartment was beautifully decorated, filled with stylish furniture—but completely devoid of daily essentials.

“I’ll brew coffee at my place and bring it over.”

Returning with steaming mugs, we sat and talked for about an hour, catching up. Emma Lee explained that under family pressure, she’d hastily married a doctor from a major Pohang hospital after a blind date. On their wedding trip, the very first night, things fell apart. While attending a couples’ party, her husband got drunk—not only making a fool of himself, but urinating in the hotel room. To make it worse, he wore a wig to hide his baldness. She said the illusion shattered completely, and she left the next day.

They hadn’t even filed official marriage papers, so legally there was no divorce needed. But since her family had paid for everything—the house, furniture, appliances—she’d come back to sort things out and sell the property.

As our conversation deepened, we shared a drink, and naturally, we began talking about us. The reason we’d drifted apart years ago? Shortly after I slept with her, I ended up sleeping with her friend.

“You ruined my friendship with her—so I did it as revenge,” I admitted.

“Oh… So that’s how it was. I kept thinking about you afterward… but you never thought of me?”

“We didn’t have any real memories together. What was there to think about?”

“Is that so?”

“Then… want to make one memory now?”

“How?”

“What if I draw you nude?”

“I’d like that.”

“Let’s do it now.”

I led Emma Lee back to my apartment and set up my easel.

“James… I’m embarrassed…”

“Embarrassed? Then I’ll take off first.”

When I stripped, she slowly began undressing too.

True to her dark tastes, she wore black lace lingerie—a sheer bra and thong. As I gazed at her and began sketching, my erection swelled steadily.

Was it the intensity in my eyes? Her cheeks flushed red.

Her pale skin, full breasts, rosy nipples, neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair…

Long legs, toes painted black…

Leaving her like that felt wrong. I stood abruptly.

Emma Lee stared, wide-eyed, at my thick, upright cock. I pulled her head gently toward it, guiding her face close.

She looked at my throbbing shaft, then placed one hand around its base, the other softly caressing my balls.

“What should I do… Should I suck it?”

“Why? Do you want to?”

“James… I want to shower with you, just like the first time… and make love…”

“My place doesn’t have that kind of setup…”

“Then let’s go to mine. I’ve got everything…”

We moved back to her apartment, wearing only outer clothes, nothing underneath.

Emma Lee slipped into the bathroom to turn on the water. A while later, she emerged from the bedroom—and I nearly stopped breathing.

She wore sheer black lingerie, see-through enough to reveal her body beneath, paired with lace bra and thong. Clearly something she’d prepared for her honeymoon.

Inside the bathroom, a whirlpool tub bubbled invitingly, spotlights casting a warm glow—like a luxury love motel. She slowly undressed me, then took my hand and stepped into the tub.

As I leaned back, she brought in wine. Then she entered the tub—still in bra and panties.

“Feels just like a honeymoon with you, James…”

“You’re always different from other women…”

“How so? Am I perverted?”

“No… more like a whore…”

“Then treat me like one…”

I reached out and unclasped her bra. Her heavy breasts spilled free, swaying gently.

Underwater, I slid her thong down and tossed it aside. I gripped her full breasts, kneading them as she moaned softly, touching herself in response. She brushed my cock with her foot, confirming it was fully hard, then wrapped her hand around it, stroking up and down with soft, teasing motions.

I massaged her breasts freely, then slid my right hand between her legs. My fingers found her slit—slick with a sticky warmth unlike the bathwater. We kissed deeply, hands roaming each other’s bodies.

The tub drained, water receding until only foam clung to our skin. Emma Lee leaned in, licking my earlobe, lips, neck—her long tongue sending sharp jolts through me. We turned on the shower and continued kissing and caressing until all the suds vanished.

Then she took my cock into her mouth, sucking deeply, before sliding her tongue down to lick my balls and glans. With her left hand, she touched her own pussy.

“James… does it feel good?”

“Mm… amazing… yes…”

We moved to the bedroom. I lay back, and she straddled my face, lowering her wet core onto my mouth. I licked her clit, watching her eyes flutter shut.

We shifted into a 69 position, fiercely pleasuring each other—sucking, licking, competing in passion. When she massaged the area beneath my balls, teasing my prostate, I responded by soaking my fingers in saliva and pressing one slowly into her anus.

“Ahh! James…!”

“Does it hurt?”

“A little… but it feels strange… good…”

I gently worked my finger deeper, circling her rim until her muscles relaxed. Finally, I turned her over and pushed my cock into her dripping pussy. Her walls clenched tightly around me.

“Ahh… James… it’s so good…”

She lifted her head, watching my shaft slide in and out of her, growing more aroused with every thrust. She matched her moans to my rhythm, gasping each time I plunged deep.

My climax approached rapidly.

“Where should I cum today?”

“Where do you want to, James?”

“On your face…”

“Do it… cum all over me… please, James…”

Unable to hold back, I yanked my cock out of her soaked pussy and aimed it at her face, blasting ropes of semen across her cheeks, nose, lips. Even as droplets still clung to my tip, she took me into her mouth and sucked hard—click-click—noisily draining every last drop.

The ecstasy after release… was pure bliss.

After that night, Emma Lee and I made love on the balcony overlooking the city lights, and in the kitchen the next morning after a shared shower. Until she finished packing and moved back to Daegu, we met again and again—lost in fierce, burning sex that neither of us could resist.