Chapter 2 — My Two Girlfriends 1 (2)

I regretfully let her go and returned home, calling Michael Lee.

"Where are you?"

He answered groggily.

"At the gaming cafe. What happened to you?"

"Just come back home. I'll tell you everything."

A while later, after Michael Lee returned, I proudly recounted my night.

"Dude! She was that pretty? You're not exaggerating because I didn't see her?"

"I'm telling you, she was seriously pure-looking—like the perfect innocent type…"

"I regret it now. I should've turned on a cam before leaving…"

"You're insane…"

"But seriously, you did it three times? I knew your dick was big, but maybe I need to see it for myself?"

"Hey, I don't use it often, but when I do, you'd know how strong I am…"

"I'm jealous. Let me contact her today. Tell her to come out with her friend."

"Enough. We agreed it was no-strings-attached. Contacting her again would be rude."

"Oh, look at Mr. High-and-Mighty. Who cares about manners with a one-night stand?"

"Shut up. Even if that's how we met, she didn't seem like some careless girl."

"What a cheap bastard. You got all the fun and now you're acting all noble."

Michael Lee was green with envy.

That evening, I kept my promise and bought him drinks. As we drank, the story came up again, and the excitement of that night surged back. Michael Lee, caught up in my tale, urged me to try chatting again.

We both sent endless invites on the chat site, but only rejections came back. After nearly an hour with nothing, it seemed tonight wasn't going to happen.

Michael Lee kept pushing me to message her.

"It's not right. We said no follow-up," I argued, though secretly, I wanted to see her again too.

But he nagged so much I finally gave in and sent a message:

"Did you get home safely last night?"

As soon as I hit send, I regretted it. It felt clingy—like I was breaking our agreement.

After sending it, I couldn't stop staring at my phone, checking if she'd read it. My heart pounded as I waited. No reply. Nervous, I pulled out a cigarette.

Minutes passed. Still nothing.

"Guess it's over. Forget it. I'm going to bed."

After more than ten minutes with no response, Michael Lee flopped onto the bed.

I guess messaging her was a mistake. Suddenly, I felt pathetic. I lit another cigarette.

Exhaling smoke, I checked my phone again. The message had been read. My heart slammed against my ribs. But still—no reply.

I stared at the screen all night, barely sleeping. In the days that followed, I debated sending another message—but something told me not to.

Weeks passed. Exam season approached. I started waking early, hitting the library, eating lunch, attending class, then returning to study—slowly forgetting her.

One morning, I was eating at the campus cafeteria, which opened at 8 a.m., when I spotted a girl across the room laughing with friends. From a distance, she looked familiar. No matter how I squinted—it was her.

She'd mentioned living near a friend—had I imagined she might go to my school? But here she was, a student at my university. Watching her chat happily with her friends, I couldn't believe this sweet, modest-looking college girl was the same woman I'd had a wild one-night stand with just a month ago. Her neat clothes, innocent face—it was impossible to imagine her doing anything reckless. But it was definitely her.

Seeing her brought back every vivid memory. The next day, I went to the cafeteria at the same time, hoping to see her again. She wasn't there. After that, I found myself constantly scanning the halls, the paths, anywhere she might appear.

A few days later, I saw her again—walking alone through the library. I almost called out in greeting before realizing—I didn't even know her name.

As she turned down an alley, two drunk guys in clubbing outfits followed behind her. At first, I assumed they were just heading the same way—but something felt off.

I caught snippets of their conversation:

"Yo, that girl's tired, tired. Walking so fast…"

"Wanna sprint and chase her? See if she runs too? Heh heh…"

They snickered as she nervously quickened her pace. They were clearly stalking her. I couldn't just walk away—what if something happened?

I abandoned my route and ran toward her, calling out:

"Ji-hyun!"

She didn't turn, walking faster. I caught up and tapped her shoulder.

"Going home?"

She spun around, startled. Then recognition flashed in her eyes.

"Huh?"

I acted like we were close friends, speaking loudly so the guys behind us could hear.

"How'd your exam go today?"

The two muttered something and turned back. Once they were gone, I explained.

"Sorry. I saw you on the way home and those sketchy guys were following you. Felt like I had to step in…"

"Thank you. I was really scared, that's why I was walking so fast…"

"They're gone now. Thank goodness."

"I was terrified. But… Ji-hyun?"

"I didn't know your name… Jeez, Jeon Ji-hyun just popped into my head. Haha…"

"Really? Hoho…"

We laughed, and I offered to walk her home. She must've still been shaken, because she didn't refuse.

"You know… I thought about you a lot after that night."

"…"

"I've seen you a few times—at the library."

"Actually… I saw you too."

"Really?"

"…"

"I was happy, but I couldn't bring myself to say hi. Hehe…"

"…"

"And… I messaged you the day after we met."

"I know. I'm sorry I didn't reply…"

"No, I'm sorry. I was the one being clingy after saying it was no strings attached…"

"I hesitated a lot… whether to reply or not."

"I see…"

"I was scared—if I replied, what if this one escape became my new normal? So I didn't."

We walked in silence until she stopped.

"We're here."

In front of us stood a small studio apartment building.

"So you live here. We're neighbors? Haha…"

"My name isn't Ji-hyun. It's Sarah."

"Pretty name… I'm Park Su-hyun."

"Thanks again for today."

"No, I'm glad I ran into you…"

"If you hadn't been there, things could've gotten bad. I was really scared earlier."

"Then pay me back. Okay?"

Her face flushed red.

"…"

"What? You're just gonna brush it off with words?"

Her flustered expression was adorable.

"No…"

"Hey, I'm excited. Start thinking about what you want to eat…"

"I'll go in. Thanks…"

She hurried inside, looking utterly cute.

Back home, I told Michael Lee everything. He lost his mind.

"So you're gonna see her again? Take me with you, okay?"

"See who? What are you talking about?"

"You bastard—you're totally planning to meet her again. Traitor. Don't expect me to lend you my bike ever again."

"Such a sore loser."

"All this happened thanks to my bike. Buy me soju. Asshole."

"Tch… Tomorrow's my last exam."

"Fine. Then save yourself for tomorrow, huh?"

"Unbelievable… Fine. Fine…"

The next day, my 3 p.m. exam ended, and I met Michael Lee for afternoon drinks. He wouldn't shut up about Sarah.

"I try so hard and never get anywhere, but you—some queen-tier campus beauty hits on you first? How?"

"Must be my luck. Haha."

"You get everything. I'm jealous."

"Just be a decent guy for once!"

"Whatever—message her today, okay?"

"Stop. Why would I message her first?"

Two guys drinking together always end up talking about girls. The daytime booze hit hard, but the summer evening stayed bright.

"Wanna try chatting? Just for fun?"

"You do it. I'm done."

"Traitor. You get all the fun and pretend you don't know me."

"Not loyalty—ability. Haha."

Even Michael Lee, who usually held his liquor well, was swaying drunk. I don't drink much, so I was sober enough to handle cleanup duty.

"Man… I'm wasted. Let's go home…"

"One more round, damn it!"

"Let's take bottles home. The auntie's giving us side-eye for staying here since noon."

Arm in arm, we stumbled outside.

It was 8 p.m., still light out. Back at the dorm, Michael Lee collapsed onto the bed without showering and started snoring instantly. I lay down beside him and lit a cigarette.

'Should I message Sarah? Nah. Her exams might not be over yet. If I don't reach out, will she?'

My thoughts swirled.

Screw it. The alcohol made me bold. I grabbed my phone and sent:

"Did you get home safely last night? Everything okay?"

I exhaled a long stream of smoke, tense. Stared at the screen. Just as I finished the cigarette, my phone buzzed.

"Yeah. Thanks again yesterday. Done with exams? ^^"

A friendly reply, even with a smiley.

"Yeah, last one today."

"Me too."

"Really? Congrats on break!"

"You too… ^^"

"Wanna celebrate? I'll buy drinks."

"Actually, I'm already having a drink at home with my friend."

"Your roommate? I'm jealous. Your friend…"

"She says you're welcome to come. We were just talking about you…"

"Wait—we were the topic? That's awkward."

"She said you seemed polite and cool. Lol."

"Seriously? I can come?"

"If you keep asking, I might change my mind. Lol. Room 401."

Unbelievable. She was inviting me over. Since her friend was there, bringing Michael Lee might make it less awkward. I shook him awake.

"Hey! Let's go. Sarah invited us over."

But he was completely passed out. No amount of shaking could wake him. I had no choice—I went alone.

I stopped by the convenience store, grabbing a few beers, a bottle of soju, and peanuts, then headed to her place. The closer I got, the more nervous I felt.

'What am I doing? Showing up at a one-night stand's house? No—maybe we can just be friends. Friends after a one-night stand? Yeah, right.'

Lost in thought, I arrived at her door.

I pressed the doorbell. My heart hammered.

'Is this okay?'

But the thought of seeing her again filled me with hope.

Footsteps echoed inside. She was coming. The door opened—revealing not Sarah, but another girl, likely her friend.

"You actually came?"

"Uh… yeah."

"Welcome. Come in."

Awkward didn't cover it.

Inside, I saw Sarah. Seeing her calmed me.

They'd clearly been drinking for a while—several empty beer bottles littered the table. Sarah smiled at me. Her friend spoke up.

"We made a bet—whether you'd actually show up after that text."

"Oh… uh…"

"Why 'oh'? We're the same age. Drop the formalities."

She was blunt—no filter.

And her vibe was the total opposite of Sarah's. Where Sarah was delicate and shy, this girl was bold, energetic, and fearless—a stunning woman with confidence. She was just as tall and slim as Sarah, but where Sarah had fair, soft skin, this girl had a healthy tan, a toned, glamorous body. Through the low-cut neckline of her T-shirt, I caught glimpses of her cleavage—impossible to ignore.

Sarah's quiet charm was one thing—but her friend was magnetic in a whole different way.

"Mind if I do?"

"I'm Sarah. This is my friend Emily."

"Yeah. I'm Su-hyun. Nice to meet you."

"Don't be stiff—you've been drinking too, right?"

"Yeah, a little with my friend…"

She seemed slightly tipsy. Maybe that's why she'd invited me over.

"So you saved Sarah from danger?"

"Not exactly'saved'—just didn't want anything risky happening, so I pretended we knew each other."

"Cool. Like a knight in shining armor showing up when needed…"

"Aren't you overdoing it a bit? Haha…"

Slowly, the tension eased.

As we talked, I learned more about them. Sarah and Emily had been best friends since elementary school. They'd lived in the same town through high school, then moved to Seoul together for college and decided to live together.

While Sarah was gentle and passive, Emily was outgoing and assertive—Sarah leaned on her a lot. Emily described herself as a free-lover—she enjoyed sex but avoided romantic relationships.

She saw sex as play—nothing serious. Attaching emotions like love ruined it for her. On the other hand, Sarah fell deeply in love easily. She'd recently broken up with a boyfriend she'd dated for six months and was still healing.

She didn't understand Emily's carefree attitude toward sex—but envied it. Living together, she slowly started adopting Emily's mindset. Her one-night stand with me had been an act of rebellion during a dark time.

I'd always dreamed of pure, devoted love—but listening to Emily, living freely like her suddenly seemed appealing.

"Emily, when you chatted with me that night—why did you decide to meet immediately?"

"Hmm… After just a few messages, I sensed you were kind of reserved. And careful, like you were trying not to offend…"

"You could tell from just a few lines?"

"Can't you just tell?"

"You're such a pro."

Sarah nodded beside her.

"Emily's definitely a pro. Hehe…"

"Hey!"

"Sorry, sorry…"

"Anyway, Sarah said she wanted someone who wasn't too aggressive for her first time. When I talked to you, you seemed like the perfect fit."

"I see…"

"And Sarah wouldn't stop praising you afterward…"

"Me? Really?"

"She said you were so considerate…"

Emily turned to me.

"But didn't you say you didn't use a condom that time? I was so worried—she agonized every day until her period came!"

"Ah, sorry… The moment just… carried me…"

She scolded me like a younger sibling who'd messed up.

They felt less like friends—more like sisters. With Emily clearly the older sister.

"Never again. Got it?"

"Like I'll ever get that chance again? Haha…"

"Just saying…"

"Right, right. Sorry…"

We laughed and drank, glasses clinking.

As Emily and I talked, Sarah, probably drowsy from alcohol, leaned against the wall and started dozing off. She looked so childlike, so cute.

"She said you treated her that night like she was your actual girlfriend…"

"I'm just cautious by nature…"

"Exactly why I picked you."

"So I should stay cautious?"

"Well, she said she felt safe with you—and even though it was a one-night stand, she thought you could be a real friend."

"I see."

"She might not even remember you came by when she wakes up. Hehe…"

Sarah had drifted to a corner and was now asleep. Emily and I kept drinking.

"So since Sarah said we could be friends… does that mean we're friends now?"

"She might not remember tomorrow. Haha…"

"I've thought about having a friend like you—someone who shares a secret with me."

"You mean a sex partner?"

"Mmm… Calling it that feels too cold. A friend who shares the intimate parts too…"

"What's the difference? Sounds simple."

"I've known Sarah for over ten years, but she's not the type to have a sex partner casually."

As we drank more, the conversation grew bolder.

"Truth is, I broke up with my girlfriend last year. Haven't had sex in almost six months."

"You've never been with anyone else?"

"Yeah. And even with her, she was too passive…"

"I see…"

"Guys often want to try things they see in porn, but partners don't go along…"

"So that's why you tried it with Sarah?"

"No, not really. But bathroom sex was kind of a fantasy…"

"Looks like you got your wish."

"No way—my fantasies are endless. Haha…"

She wore short training shorts and a loose T-shirt. Sitting across from me with knees drawn up, she looked subtly sexy. The shorts rode up, revealing a hint of her ass—my eyes kept drifting. Emily, curious, kept probing.

"But wait—is it true you did it three times that night?"

"Yeah. Just… happened."

"Visual-wise, she's the model student, but inside she's a beast?"

"Hey, is that something a girl should say?"

"I'm just direct by nature…"

"You're not regretting letting Sarah have me, are you?"

"Hey!"

Her bluntness made the awkwardness fade.

Once the dirty talk started, it didn't stop. Talking lewdly with beautiful Emily, I felt my cock stirring.

"But Sarah told me something…"

"What?"

"Hehe… She said yours was really big…"

"Damn, that's embarrassing…"

Here I was, discussing my dick size with a girl I'd just met. The situation was surreal. My gaze kept flicking to her legs. With every risqué word, the tension built.

When she poured me a drink and leaned forward, I caught a glimpse down her shirt. Her firm, perky breasts pressed together, visible through her bra.

"I was curious—how big is it, for her to say that? Hehe…"

"This is awkward—stop…"

"What? Did you already give it to Sarah? Fine, fine. Hmph."

"That's not it…"

"You're so flustered—it makes me want to tease you more. Hehe…"

Now it was clear—Emily was playfully tormenting me. When she jokingly asked to see it, my face burned.

"I can tell even through clothes."

"You were looking?"

She'd noticed my erection.

"It's been bulging out since a while ago—hard not to notice…"

"Hey, don't point it out! It's not like I control it…"

"And I've seen you sneaking glances at my chest and legs too…"

She'd caught me—the peek at her ass under the shorts, the glance at her cleavage. Drunk and bold, I'd been too obvious. I froze like I'd been caught stealing.

The air shifted. I could feel it—she was a little turned on too. And since I wasn't Sarah's boyfriend, it didn't feel wrong.

I met her eyes. She held my gaze. Something unspoken passed between us.

Sarah, asleep in the corner, tugged at my conscience. But she was deep in sleep—probably safe. If anything, her presence made it more thrilling.

I leaned in and kissed Emily. She hesitated—then kissed me back. Our tongues tangled in a brief, intense kiss. My hand slipped under her shirt.

I unhooked her bra and gripped her breast. Different from Sarah's soft, pale ones—Emily's were firm, full, alive.

She unzipped my pants, reached into my underwear, and wrapped her hand around my hard cock. I pulled her shirt off, then grabbed her toned ass over her shorts. She yanked my shirt off and started licking my chest.

Her tongue sent electric shocks through my nipples. We stripped each other bare. I slid my hand into her panties—soaked. Her breathing grew ragged. She pulled off my underwear and took my cock into her mouth.

If Sarah's inexperienced blowjob felt pure, Emily's was masterful. Skilled, wet, noisy.

My cock plunged deep into her throat. I was close to cumming. I started licking her breasts.

"Mmm…"

Moans escaped. Remembering a porn scene, I licked her nipple while rubbing her clit with my fingers. Her moans grew louder. Feeling her respond, I got even harder.

Emily pushed me down, rolled on a condom, then straddled me and sank onto my cock. Used to leading with passive girlfriends, it felt strange—exciting—to be led by a woman. I surrendered to her rhythm.

She touched my chest, grinding her hips wildly above me. A sensation I'd never felt before. I flipped us—missionary—and sucked her neck. Her moans rose.

The sound of flesh slapping echoed in the room. Sex grew rougher. She clung to me tightly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sarah asleep. The thrill of three people in one room intensified everything.

I flipped her over, grabbed her hips, and thrust into her from behind. She matched my pace, stimulating me perfectly. Emily was an expert—she led sex like a pro.

"Ah…"

Mid-thrust, my body trembled. I pulled her close from behind and came hard. Beneath me, she let out one final moan.

We stayed locked together, silent, for a long time. After savoring the afterglow, I pulled out the condom and wiped my cock with tissue. Emily watched, then said:

"Just like Sarah said… You really are big."

I just smiled.

"It's not just size. Haha…"

She lay beside me, using my arm as a pillow, and gently stroked my cock.

I looked at Sarah. Had she seen us? Even drunk and asleep, I felt guilty—having sex with her best friend right in front of her.

But then—my cock stirred again. A strange thrill pulsed through me.

Emily noticed."Wow… Already hard again? Guess it's not just about size. Hehe…"

She buried her face in my crotch and took my cock deep into my mouth.

I glanced at Sarah again. Her peaceful, innocent face looked so pure.

Emily's tongue worked fiercely. I could tell she was aware of Sarah too. I might never see her again, but these two had been friends for over ten years—was I risking their bond?

But my desire outweighed my guilt.

Emily's lips traveled up my body—my chest, then my mouth. Our tongues intertwined, tasting both women in one kiss. I lifted her, pinned her against the wall, hooked one leg over my arm, and thrust deep into her.

"Mmm…"

Moans spilled from her lips against the wall.

I looked at Sarah again. Imagined all three of us—naked, bent over, spreading their asses, offering their pussy and ass to me. I pictured my hands on both their cores, hearing their moans. Then both of them gripping my cock, sucking me at once. Feeling both tongues, I came—on both their faces.

"Hah… Ah…"

I snapped back to reality. My cock erupted—right onto Emily's face.

I stared at her—covered in my cum. Guilt flickered—thinking of Sarah. Naked, I lay beside Emily, offering my arm as a pillow. One hand lazily played with her breast.

"Is this… okay?"

"…"

"Do you regret it?"

She looked at me."You?"

"No. I enjoyed it."

"Good."

"I just… feel bad doing this in front of Sarah, even if she's asleep."

"She's out cold. Don't worry."

"What if she finds out?"

"Unlikely. She won't."

"I'm just scared—this might ruin your friendship."

"..."

"Can we… meet again?"

"Who knows…"

"I should leave before she wakes up."

"Why?"

"If I slept with you and she sees me in the morning… it'd be unbearable."

"And I'm just supposed to stay here?"

"You're her friend."

"And you said you'd be her friend too."

"The spicy kind?"

"Hehe…"

She burst out laughing at my words.

"Will I see you again?"

"Who knows…"

"Playing hard to get?"

Afraid Sarah might wake, I stood and started dressing.

"Really leaving?"

"I have to. If she wakes and sees us… I might never see either of you again."

"Tch. Such a coward."

"But you chose me because I'm cautious. Haha."

"Pfft…"

Dressed, I stepped to the door. Emily cracked it open, naked, waving goodbye. I waited for the elevator, watching her. It was dawn, no one around—seeing her naked in the doorway sent a thrill through me.

Just before stepping in, I kissed her. She hugged me tight, kissing back.

The elevator doors closed—naked Emily vanished.

Outside, I lit a cigarette. When I got Sarah's invite, I'd hoped—maybe—for another night with her. But sleeping with her best friend? Never expected that.

What the hell did I just do? Sleeping with her friend? I must've lost my mind.

I feared I'd ruined any chance of being friends with Sarah. Part of me wanted to erase it all.

But the memory was too euphoric to forget.

That dawn sex felt like a dream. The pure, innocent Sarah. The bold, fiery Emily. Both unforgettable. Neither better—both perfect in their own way.