Her eyes narrowed, a flash of offense crossing her face, but she held her ground, chin lifting defiantly.
"I learned from watching lesbian porn. Girls grinding tongues together, lips locked while they finger each other's wet pussies—way hotter than whatever clumsy shit you were trying."
I shot her a mocking grin, heat rising in my cheeks, and she fired right back, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction: "At least I'm better at it than you. Admit it."
We locked glares, the air crackling with mock rivalry, but then our mouths twitched in sync—smiles breaking wide, the earlier awkwardness evaporating like steam from our overheated skin.
Deep down, a wave of relief washed over me, chased by a twinge of guilt as our gazes softened.
I searched her face, voice dropping low and earnest: "...Are you really okay with this? All of it?"
She crossed her arms loosely under her bare chest, making no move to cover herself—her full breasts lifting slightly, the pink nipples still hard and begging for attention, swaying with the subtle shift of her body.
Her expression hardened into a stern pout, but her shoulders eased, tension melting from her frame as she leaned back against the bed's edge.
"Don't pull that nice-guy act now, Kiyoshi. Your pervert side is already out— your hard cock pressing against me earlier, hands groping my tits like you own them. No pretending anymore, asshole..."
No real edge sharpened her words; instead, relief smoothed her face, softening the tight creases at the corners of her mouth and letting her eyes warm with reluctant acceptance.
She continued, her tone light but laced with raw honesty, "Besides, what choice do I really have? My parents are useless now, this damn collar's sealed around my neck like a fucking leash, and we're trapped in this tiny house together. We'll end up fucking sooner or later. At least the one halfway decent break I got is you buying me instead of some brutal bastard. You're a pushover, Kiyoshi. You won't ram into me unless I say yes."
Her words stabbed right through me, twisting like a knife in my stomach—calling me pushover.
I narrowed my eyes and shot back, my voice steady and edged with frustration,
"I'm not pushover. I'm holding back because I give a shit about you, Eriko—wanting to make sure you're okay."
"Yeah, yeah... spin it however you like," she replied, her lips curling into a wicked, knowing smile that made my pulse quicken.
Our stares locked, subtle grins tugging at both our mouths in perfect sync, the air between us humming with a mix of challenge and budding heat.
I swallowed hard, my throat bobbing as my gaze dipped lower, fixating on her bare tits—the soft, pale mounds heaving gently with every inhale, those rosy nipples puckering stiff in the room's chill draft, practically aching for a mouth or fingers to claim them.
A fierce pulse of arousal throbbed deep in my groin, my cock twitching against the fabric of my pants.
"Can I touch them again?" I murmured, the question rough and thick with raw need, my breath coming out in a husky growl.
"Like hell I'd let you grope my tits," Eriko shot back, her voice laced with that sharp, teasing edge that always hit me square in the chest.
"My nipples are so fucking sensitive, and you don't even know how to kiss properly—how the hell would I trust you with them?"
Her words sliced through me, stabbing deep and leaving me raw, each one echoing the doubts I'd buried about my experience.
She bent down to snatch her pale mauve lace bra from the floor, her curvy back arching in a way that made my eyes trace every dip and swell of her spine, down to the firm roundness of her ass.
My hands itched to grab those soft cheeks, to pull her against me and feel her heat, but I clenched my fists and held back, my cock already hard from the sight.
"Then teach me," I said, forcing a say as I watched her slip the bra over her arms, the lace cups settling over those full, pink-tipped breasts.
"How to be a good kisser. If I'm shit at it, I need to practice... a lot, right?"
She paused, her dark eyes flicking to mine as if weighing the idea, a thoughtful tilt to her head.
Then she nodded, a sly smile creeping across her lips.
"Okay..."
Without another word, she grabbed her phone, propped it up against a pillow on the bed, and switched it to recording mode.
The screen glowed softly in the dim light of our cramped room, capturing the rumpled sheets and the tension humming between us.
She settled onto the edge of the mattress, patting the spot right beside her.
"Come sit here. We'll start the recording now, while we practice."
I didn't hesitate, sliding in close until our thighs brushed, the heat of her body.
We were perfectly framed in the camera's view, her glasses catching a glint from the low lamp, her cheeks still flushed from earlier.
She leaned in, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered, "Stick out your tongue..."
My heart pounded as I obeyed, parting my lips and extending my tongue, flat and waiting.
Her mouth descended on it without warning—her lips clamping down in a gentle bite, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to send a jolt straight to my groin.
Both her hands slid to the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair and pulling me closer, guiding my tongue into the wet heat of her mouth.
Her own tongue met mine, swirling around the tip in teasing circles, flicking and probing like she was mapping every sensitive inch.
I kept my eyes locked on her face the whole time, watching the way her eyelids fluttered shut, lashes casting shadows on her cheeks as she lost herself in it.
She rubbed her tongue against mine roughly, dragging it back and forth with insistent pressure that sparked electric tingles racing up my nerves, making my skin prickle and my cock throb fully hard against my pants.
The kiss deepened, her lips sucking on my tongue before releasing it to plunge hers deeper, tangling and thrusting in a rhythm that mimicked fucking—wet, urgent, and utterly consuming.
My one hand went for her back neck while other went her hip to pull her closer, closing my eyes, I let my tongue to be ravished by her mouth.
The assault on our mouths raged on for a solid ten minutes, tongues battling and twisting in a frenzy of wet heat until we finally broke apart, both of us gasping for air, chests heaving.
Eriko's lips were swollen and slick, her glasses slightly askew, and she leaned in close, her breath ragged against my skin as she whispered, "Now do it to me..."
She parted her lips and stuck out her tongue, pink and glistening, offering it up like a challenge.
My pulse thundered in my ears as I leaned forward, capturing the tip between my lips in a firm bite—just like she'd done to me, gentle but insistent.
I dragged my tongue along hers back and forth, starting soft to savor the silky texture, the faint salt of her skin mixing with the lingering taste of our shared spit.
But then she yanked her head back suddenly, her eyes narrowing with that strict, no-nonsense glare that made my cock twitch despite the correction.
"Do it roughly," she commanded, her voice low and edged with authority, "but be careful not to smash your mouth into mine like an idiot."
I nodded quickly, swallowing hard.
"Okay."
This time, I dove in with more force, biting down on her extended tongue harder, my lips clamping as I rubbed mine against it in rough, insistent strokes.
The friction sent sparks shooting through me, her muffled moan vibrating against my mouth as I thrust my tongue to flick and tease the sensitive underside of hers.
It felt like I was her eager student, hanging on every word as she lectured me through actions, turning this into the most vital lesson of my life.
But fuck, unlike any boring class, this one had me hooked—I could listen to her guide me all damn day, every rough pull and slick slide making me crave more.
As I bit and sucked on her tongue with growing passion, swirling mine around the tip in hungry circles, I caught the shift in her expression—her cheeks flushing deeper, eyes half-lidded with raw lust, her body arching subtly toward me.
When we parted this time, strings of saliva bridging our lips, she nodded once, a satisfied glint in her gaze.
"Good. Now lean closer..."
Her hands shot to the back of my head again, fingers digging in as she pulled me in tight.
She attacked my lower lip first, nipping it between her teeth gently with a sharp tug that made me groan, then licked along the bitten flesh, slow and deliberate, tracing up to my upper lip where she sucked and nibbled, drawing out the sting into pleasure.
I'd never imagined kisses could unravel like this, layer upon layer of teasing torment that lit up every nerve.
After a beat, I mirrored her, grabbing her face and biting down on her plump lower lip, tugging it into my mouth before licking the seam, then moving to her upper one.
My tongue darted out to probe and flick, greedily sucking in her saliva as it pooled between us, swallowing the warm, intimate flood like it was the sweetest reward.
She let out a soft hum of approval, nodding against me, her body pressing closer on the bed, the phone still capturing every heated second in the dim glow of the room.
This session when for a while, before, she told me, "Now try to do everything in my mouth not outside."