Chapter 2 — My Friend's Boyfriend - Part 1 (2)

I took another sip of alcohol and glanced at David. His gaze… it had changed. Dazed, maybe? Drunk, perhaps?

Even as I sang along, my mind kept drifting back to him. The alcohol was kicking in, making it hard to focus on anything. My thoughts blurred, my body felt loose.

Still, my best friend was right beside me—what could I possibly do?

But before I could even finish that thought, he leaned slightly against me and casually rested his right elbow on my left thigh.

That's strange. He didn't seem that drunk. Or… is it intentional? Is he trying something? What exactly is he planning?

I usually wear light, flowing skirts that hover around knee-length when I'm standing. Even when sitting, my knees stay exposed.

And then I felt it—his right hand closed gently but firmly around my bare knee.

I kept singing, but every ounce of my attention snapped to that touch. My eyes flickered to Sarah, slumped at the far left end of the couch, mouth slightly open as she slept, staring blankly at the screen.

My heart pounded—thud, thud, thud, thud.

I couldn't think straight.

I told myself I'd excuse myself to the restroom when the song ended. But then I felt his hand slowly, deliberately, begin to slide up my thigh—inch by inch, beneath my skirt.

I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I pretended not to notice, kept singing, but pretending ignorance grew harder with every upward movement.

That's when it happened.

With his left hand, David quietly pushed the table in front of us forward. Just a little. It created a small gap in front of the couch.

Then he leaned in close—so close his breath tickled my ear—and whispered:

“Stand up and sing.”

I don't know what came over me. Like I was hypnotized, I didn't even look at him.

“…Yes.”

I stood.

I continued singing, but suddenly his hand gripped my waist, guiding me to the center of the ''-shaped couch. He sat down in the middle of the same section, positioning himself directly behind me.

There was a half-glass door beside the karaoke machine—its upper half made of patterned glass. You couldn't see clearly inside, but if someone really tried, they could make out shapes.

David sat right behind me, hidden—but still.

I could feel him lifting my skirt from behind.

Oddly enough, my skirt was so light and airy that lifting it from behind didn't visibly change anything from the front.

Then—his fingers began rubbing over my panties, right on my slit.

I couldn't help it. A soft moan slipped out.

“Ah…”

His hand paused. Then he picked up the remote and turned off the music.

What now?

But a second later, the next song started playing.

From behind, he whispered with a quiet laugh:

“Keep singing. Haha…”

“…Yes.”

I started singing again. And this time, he pulled my panties down completely.

Sarah was still asleep in front. People occasionally passed by in the hallway outside.

The moment his finger brushed against my entrance, then slipped inside, I shuddered.

“Ah~.”

My body instinctively arched forward from the sensation, but his other arm caught me, holding me upright.

I gripped the edge of the table with both hands, leaning forward slightly. Behind me, David moved freely, fingers swirling deep inside me.

Wetness kept flowing.

He pulled my panties all the way down to my knees, then murmured, still close behind me:

“Spread your legs a little more.”

He'd switched to informal speech, but I couldn't turn around. Without thinking, I slightly parted my feet.

And then—it started. His oral touch.

I pressed one hand hard against the table to stifle my moans, covering my mouth with the other.

But a soft cry still escaped.

“Ah~.”

Thankfully, the microphone was on the table, and the music was loud enough—no one outside probably heard.

Without realizing it, I began pushing my hips back slightly, helping him take me deeper, making it easier for him. Was it the thrill? Was that why I couldn't resist?

My hips started to sway, just a little.

But the fear of being seen kept me glancing back and forth—toward the glass door, toward Sarah.

Behind me, David acted as if nothing else existed. He pulled my skirt up over his head like a veil and sucked me greedily, making wet, smacking sounds.

My heart felt like it would burst.