Chapter 1 — My Two Girlfriends 1 (1)

Just over an hour before midnight, and she still hasn't shown. Our meeting time passed more than sixty minutes ago. I send another message, but there's no reply.

I light a cigarette, take a drag, and scan the quiet street. Across the road, a woman walks by—tall, slender, long hair. If only she were the one I was supposed to meet tonight. Pale skin, big eyes, a delicate, innocent face. She's stunning. But she looks too proper for a one-night stand. She doesn't even glance my way, eyes glued to her phone. Definitely not her.

I exhale another puff of smoke when my phone buzzes.

"Are you smoking right now?"

My heart pounds. Could it be?

Earlier that evening, I'd been lounging at home, aimlessly swiping through a chat app. Countless requests sent, all rejected. Then, finally, a message popped up—she'd accepted. Her profile said she was 21, like me, and only a kilometer away. Probably a student living nearby.

"Wanna meet up tonight? No strings."

That's what she typed after about five minutes of chatting.

I'd heard of online one-night stands—everyone did them, it seemed. I'd chatted before, but never gone through with it. Too scared of getting scammed. And honestly, I wasn't confident—average looks, no charm, not much experience. Most guys wouldn't hesitate at a chance like this, but I couldn't bring myself to say yes.

Still wary, I kept talking.

"Do you do this often?"

"No, it's my first time. I've just been feeling down, wanted to do something reckless… Sorry if that's weird."

"Weird? No, not at all. I'm just… I've never done anything like this before. Kind of caught off guard."

"Most guys on here are so obvious with their dirty intentions. Guess we switched roles, huh? Hehe…"

I bristled. Even online, I came off as timid. Fine. Screw it. Let's do this. It'll work out somehow.

"Is that so? Then let's meet. Where should we go?"

"Actually… one thing."

"What?"

"Condoms."

"Condoms?"

"Yeah. We're using them."

"Of course. That's just basic manners…"

"Thanks. See you at 10 p.m. at the park."

And just like that, it was set.

Now that I'd actually agreed, anxiety flooded in. When you meet someone for sex like this, what's the first thing you say? I remembered my roommate Michael Lee's motorcycle.

Riding it would make conversation unnecessary, kill the awkwardness, and naturally lead to physical contact. I called him. He said he was coming home from the library.

"What? You want my bike?" Michael Lee sounded shocked.

"Just for tonight. I'll return it in the morning. Please."

"Dude! You know how much I baby this thing. At least tell me why. Meeting a girl?"

Reluctantly, I confessed.

"You're just gonna lie around your room while I get to meet someone? That's messed up."

"Then stop lying around and clear out. This place is better than a motel."

"What? You shameless bastard."

"I'll buy you a heavy round tomorrow. Deal?"

"Only if you tell me every single detail—no holding back. I need vicarious satisfaction."

"Fine. So you're lending it?"

"Good luck, man."

"And clean your damn room before you leave. Got it?"

"Crazy bastard. I'll hide in your closet and watch you."

"Come on, it's my first favor. Just help me out."

"Alright, alright. But you're buying me drinks tomorrow. Got it?"

I got the bike and sped toward the nearby park.

10 p.m. A small park near my place. My first-ever online meetup. I chain-smoked, trying to calm my racing heart.

10:10. 10:20. 10:30.

She didn't show. No reply to my messages. Did she see me from afar and lose interest? Was she never planning to come? Or was it all a prank? I'd heard there were men posing as women on these sites. Had I been fooled?

An hour passed. I lit another cigarette, ready to give up. The night was silent. Then, far across the park, I saw a woman walking toward me.

Was she coming here? Or just passing by? She looked around my age. My pulse jumped.

Tall, slim, long hair. Pale skin, big eyes, an innocent face. She was breathtaking. But her outfit—shorts and a light coat—was too neat, too pure for someone here for a hookup.

She walked past me without a glance, phone in hand. Definitely not her. Just as she disappeared, my phone buzzed.

"Are you smoking right now?"

I replied instantly.

"Yeah. Wait… are you the one walking across the park?"

"Yeah."

She stopped.

The girl who looked too innocent to be here—was her.

I crushed my cigarette and walked toward her. One step. Then another. My nerves tightened with every step.

She turned and smiled. I froze, unsure how to react. Online, she'd seemed bold and carefree. But now, standing in front of me, she looked shy, almost fragile.

I'd expected someone flashy—heavy makeup, tight clothes. But she was the opposite. I worried she might ask for money, but if she did, I wouldn't care. Just being near her felt worth it.

I stopped in front of her. Words failed me.

"Thanks for coming."

"I'm late. Sorry."

Her pretty face lit up in a soft smile.

"It's fine. For someone this beautiful, an hour's the bare minimum."

"Thanks…"

"I came on my motorcycle. Want to go for a drive?"

"Motorcycle? I've never ridden one. I might be scared."

"I'll go slow. If you're scared, I'll stop."

She hesitated, then reluctantly climbed on behind me.

"Hold my waist. Lean on my back," I instructed.

Compared to her boldness in chat, she seemed painfully shy. She barely touched my waist, too embarrassed to lean in. I wondered if this was even the same person.

"Don't be shy. Lean in more—it's safer."

"Okay…"

She leaned slightly. I felt the soft press of her chest against my back.

Even with her slim frame, her body had a surprising fullness. The warmth of her against me sent my heart racing.

"Let's go. Hold tight."

I started the engine and pulled away slowly.

"Anywhere you want to go?"

"Hmm… How about the Han River?"

"Sounds good."

I rode carefully, not wanting to scare her. At first, she barely touched me. But gradually, her arms tightened around my waist. With each passing minute, I felt her chest press more firmly against my back. My body responded instantly.

When we reached the Han River, a few couples were scattered around, soaking in the night. I bought two cans of beer, and we sat by the water.

"Why did you want to meet at the park instead of a café?"

"Just…."

"You were gonna leave if I looked bad, right? From a distance?"

"Not really…"

The bold girl from the chat was gone. This one was timid, almost fragile.

"Can I ask… what did you think when you first saw me?"

I regretted it the moment I said it. What if she said she didn't like it?

"Hmm… I'm just glad you don't look scary."

Relief washed over me.

"What about me?"

"Hmm… I didn't expect you to be this pretty. And so… feminine. I was surprised."

"Pfft… flattery."

"I thought only wild girls with heavy makeup did stuff like this. Haha."

"I should've worn more makeup. Hehe…"

"You're different in person than you were in chat. You're…"

"Really? How?"

"Online, you seemed bold and confident. Now you're… so reserved."

"Actually… the person you were chatting with wasn't me. It was my friend."

"What? Then how—?"

"She sometimes does one-night stands. I've been feeling down lately, so I asked her to help me escape for a night. I asked her to chat for me."

I was stunned—but suddenly, her shyness made sense.

"I see…"

"Surprised? Sorry for lying…"

"No. I should thank your friend. I'm out here with a beautiful girl because of her."

No wonder she was an hour late. She'd probably argued with her friend before coming.

"It's a bit cold."

The night wind by the river was sharp.

"Want to grab a drink somewhere?"

"Sure."

At a bar near campus, we talked. She told me she'd recently broken up with her boyfriend, lived with a free-spirited friend she sometimes envied. The more we talked, the more I feared this wouldn't end in sex—just friendship.

"Should we go?"

"Yeah."

We left the bar and started walking toward my studio apartment. She followed silently, one step behind.

"Here. But… are you sure about this?"

She didn't answer. Hesitated. Then took my hand.

My heart pounded again. This was really happening.

We entered the room, awkwardness thick in the air. But the place was clean. Michael Lee must've tidied up and even sprayed air freshener. A faint, pleasant scent lingered. For all his gruffness, the guy had my back.

"For a guy's place, it's pretty clean. I thought it'd smell like sweat with two guys living here."

She broke the silence.

"I cleaned it up after I knew I was meeting you… well, your friend."

"Pfft… wolf."

I didn't know what to say.

I grabbed beer from the fridge, opened a pack of peanuts, and we sat leaning against the wall.

After a while of idle chatter, I gently placed my hand on her shoulder. She trembled. She was scared too.

I gathered courage and pulled her into a tight hug. I felt her trembling, her heartbeat racing against me.

I slowly moved my hand toward her chest. She caught my wrist for a second—hesitated—then let go.

I placed my palm gently on her breast. For her slender frame, her chest was full, soft in my hand.

I unbuttoned her blouse one by one. With each button, her black bra peeked through.

I leaned in and kissed her. The moment my tongue slipped into her mouth, my heart exploded. Her lips were soft, sweet—despite the beer and snacks, she tasted only of warmth and fragrance.

I unzipped her shorts. This time, she didn't stop me. I pulled off her blouse and shorts, revealing her flawless body.

"Turn off the light…" she whispered, embarrassed.

I wanted to see more, but I switched it off.

In the dark, she grew bolder. Her hands brushed my chest. Then, she touched me through my pants.

"It's so hard…"

"Yeah. I've been like this since I first saw you."

"Really? You've been thinking about this since we met?"

She giggled shyly.

I started undressing—T-shirt, jeans—down to my underwear. We moved to the bed. I unhooked her bra.

Even in the dark, she covered her breasts with her hands.

Through the faint light from the curtained window, I saw her silhouette. Not huge, but perfectly shaped—just right.

I kissed her breasts, then her neck, her earlobe. I slid her panties down.

She grabbed my wrist briefly, then let go. As the panties came off, she froze—clearly nervous.

Now naked, she shyly covered her pussy with one hand.

"You have such a beautiful body…"

"I'm embarrassed…"

After stripping off my own underwear, I pulled her into my arms.

My cock brushed her stomach. She flinched, then reached down and touched it.

"It's… big."

I was on the larger side. At the bathhouse, my friends always teased me, asking if I'd been born like this.

Now both naked, we kept touching, kissing. She slowly grew bolder, caressing me back. The fantasy I'd imagined since first seeing her was finally real—unbelievable, euphoric.

I touched her pussy. I felt soft pubic hair, then wetness beneath. I reached for the condom on the nightstand, rolled it on, and slowly entered her.

"Mmm…"

She tried to suppress her moan. I whispered in her ear.

"You don't have to hold back…"

She blushed.

I started moving slowly. Her moans grew softer, then louder.

"Mmm… ah…"

I increased my pace, massaging her breasts. Her silhouette in the dim light was breathtaking.

I shifted positions—lifting one leg, turning her to the side. She followed my lead.

As it got rougher, the sound of our bodies slapping grew louder. Her moans rose with it.

Then I flipped her over, lifted her hips—doggy style. The shy girl was gone. She moved with me now.

Deeper inside her, her moans climbed higher. I matched her rhythm, my hips slamming into her ass. The sound turned me on even more.

From behind, her body looked like a model's. I gripped her ass, spreading it. In the faint light, I saw her anus and wet pussy lips. My ex had hated this position. Now, with this beautiful girl I'd just met, it felt surreal.

I felt my climax approaching. I flipped her back—missionary—holding her tight as we moved together. Our moans mixed in the air. Heat surged through my body.

I held her tightly, shuddering as I came. She clung to me, moaning. After the climax, we stayed locked in each other's arms, kissing deeply.

My first one-night stand was over. The buzz from earlier was gone, replaced by a quiet awkwardness.

"I should wash up…"

"Want to shower together?"

"I'm embarrassed… I'll go alone…"

"It's already past 3 a.m. You should stay."

Now that it was over, I suddenly feared she'd leave.

"My friend will worry. I have to go."

She headed to the bathroom.

Covering her chest and ass with small hands, she looked adorable. The modesty in her hands made her even sexier than when I'd spread her open minutes before.

I lay on the bed, listening to the shower. I'd met a beautiful girl through a random chat and slept with her—pure luck. But the thought of her leaving tore at me.

After finishing my cigarette, I walked to the bathroom door. I knocked—no answer over the water. I knocked louder.

"What?"

"Can I come in?"

"I'm still washing!"

"I'm coming in."

I turned the knob. It was locked—but I noticed a small pinhole. I pressed it with my finger. The door opened.

She panicked, covering herself.

"Hey! I'm not done yet!"

"Sorry… I just really wanted to see you showering…"

"Close the door!"

I ignored her and stepped in.

In the bright light, her naked body looked brand new. Pale skin, light pink nipples, sparse pubic hair—innocent, pure.

Without thinking, I pulled her into my arms. Under the showerhead, I started licking her everywhere.

I sucked every inch—her pink nipples, her neck, her navel, deep inside her pussy. At first, she pushed me away. Then her body warmed, and she pulled me closer.

I pressed her against the shower wall, lifted one leg, and entered her again.

She gasped.

"C-Condom…"

Going back for one would kill the mood.

"It's fine…"

"But…"

We started again, fiercely. The shower stream felt electric. She gripped my back. Our moans echoed off the tiles.

I turned her around, made her grip the wall, and entered her from behind. Her back view was incredibly sexy. In the dim light earlier, I hadn't seen how white and flawless her skin was. The water amplified every slap of my body against hers.

Soon, I felt the climax rising. I pulled out just in time, shooting my load onto her pale ass. The water washed it away, but I watched my cum slide down her leg.

After two rounds, my legs felt weak. She turned, staring at me.

"Sorry… I couldn't help it."

"It's okay. I liked it too…"

She said she liked it.

My ex had never said that. It felt better than winning a prize. I wanted to wash her myself, clean the cum from her skin.

"Can I wash you?"

Without answering, she stood still.

I lathered soap over her body, then scrubbed her soft skin with a towel.

Her slick, soapy skin turned me on again. My cock hardened. She stared at it.

"It's hard again?"

"You keep doing this to me…"

"Huh…"

She smiled. Her smile was dazzling.

Curious, she reached for it, then grabbed it with soapy hands. Her slippery grip felt amazing. My hands, meant to wash her, now caressed her again.

She took my cock in both hands, made me sit on the tub's edge, then knelt in front of me. The sight made me feel strangely powerful. She put my cock in her mouth.

I couldn't believe this innocent-looking girl was sucking me.

The thrill hadn't faded when she started oral. My cock throbbed instantly. She wasn't experienced—her teeth occasionally scraped me—but she tried so hard, it made me melt. I caressed her whole body as her pretty mouth worked me.

My breath quickened. Her moans around my cock drove me wild. My body trembled.

When I came, she flinched, pulling her mouth off. My second shot splattered across her face. The third round wasn't much, but white streaks covered her milky skin.

"I'm sorry…"

"No, it's fine. If I'd done it right, you wouldn't have come so fast."

"You did great. I loved it…"

"Really? Good. It was my first time…"

"You're covered. Let me wash it off…"

"No. I want to stay like this. Just hold me."

We sat in the tub, holding each other in silence. Knowing this was the end, sadness overwhelmed me.

I gently washed every part of her, even shampooed her hair. For a one-night stand, it felt like something deeper—like a long-time lover.

After so much sex in the bright bathroom, she wasn't shy anymore. She dressed openly, unashamed.

"Let me help you get dressed."

"Hah? That's weird…"

I held her panties. She lifted one leg so I could put them on.

I dressed her—panties, shorts, bra, blouse, buttoning each one slowly. It felt like turning a sexy girl back into an innocent one. Outside, dawn had broken.

"I'll drive you home."

"It's fine. I'll take a taxi."

"It's the last time. I want to."

"Okay… but drop me nearby, not right at my door."

"Alright."

I took her hand, started the bike.

Unlike the shy girl from earlier, she now leaned into me, arms tight around my waist. I felt her chest one last time as I rode toward her place. I'd probably never see her again.

A few minutes later, she tapped my shoulder.

"This is it. You can let me off here."

I stopped. She hopped off and hurried toward an alley. I watched her back in silence, heart aching.

Then, suddenly, she turned.

I waved. She hesitated, then waved back—once—before vanishing into the alley.

She'd probably block me on the app by morning. We'd promised no aftermath.

When I first agreed to this one-night stand, I'd imagined a bar girl type. Instead, I got someone pure, shy, unforgettable. Two rounds of sex, one blowjob—and still, I was left wanting more.