Archive of Our Own

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It was dim, only the soft golden glow of her bedside lamp illuminating Lixie's bedroom. The house was quiet; with Lixie's parents having already gone to bed—after Lixie's mom reminded the girls not to stay up too late, of course—the only noticeable sound was the girls' whispered voices.

Lixie lays on her side, closely facing Jisun—her mirror, her best friend, the yin to her yang. The covers are bunched around their bare knees as they lounge in their similar-looking pajama sets. Loose and flowy, perfect for the increasingly warm weather.

"And then what did he say?" She presses.

Flustered, Jisun momentarily presses her face into Lixie's pillow. "Nothing special! You're making it sound like it was something."

"It was something!" Lixie insists. She bends her leg, nudging her knee into Jisun's soft, tanned thigh. "You talked to him."

"It was just… normal," Jisun says, cheeks pink. "He asked about my classes. I asked about his. That's it."

"Yeah, that's a conversation," Lixie says, grinning. "With Minho," she sing-songs.

Jisun groans. "Stop saying his name like that!"

Lixie can only laugh.

Jisun rolls onto her back to stare up at the ceiling. "He's just… nice."

"Mm-hmm," Lixie hums. "Nice… And what else? Hot. Funny. Smart. Older. Smells good—"

Jisun lightly smacks her with the back of her hand. "Shut up!"

"What!" Lixie giggles. "I'm just quoting you!"

Jisun turns her head and narrows her eyes. "You're one to talk. What about you and Chan?"

Lixie freezes for half a second. Then, promptly flops onto her back. "No."

"Oh, yes," Jisun, suddenly energized as she props herself up on one elbow. "I saw you, you know. You're been suspiciously quiet about your little conversation."

"It wasn't little…" Lixie grumbles to herself.

It earns her a small squeal. "What did he say?"

Lixie leans up to grab the pillow underneath her own head and pull it to her chest to hug. "He just— He asked if I liked the new youth group setup, and then—"

"And then?" Jisun urges.

"And then he laughed at something I said," Lixie admits.

Jisun stares at her. "Oh my gosh, you're so in love with him."

"I'm not!"

"You're in love."

"I am not in love!"

"You're totally in love," Jisun repeats, grinning wickedly. "You love him so much."

Lixie lunges, and Jisun barely has time to panic-squeak before Lixie tackles her back onto the mattress, the both of them erupting into laughter as the covers further twist around their legs. Lixie straddles Jisun to sit atop her.

"Take it back!" Lixie whisper-yells. She tries, and fails, to catch Jisun's wrists in her hands.

"Never!" Jisun laughs, wiggling and squirming underneath her. "You're blushing!"

"I am not!"

"You are!"

"I'm not!"

With her face warm, Lixie finally manages to grab Jisun's wrists. She pins them to the bed, holding them just above Jisun's head and completely incapacitating her.

At that point, the laughter tapers off, and they're just quiet. And still.

Lixie hovers over Jisun. Both of their breathing is a little uneven from laughing. Jisun looks up at her with bright eyes, still smiling prettily. Her dark hair is messy against the pillow, and her bangs are parted to reveal her forehead.

"You like him," Jisun whispers, her voice now much gentler.

Lixie swallows, her grip tightening for just a moment. "You like Minho."

"Yeah," Jisun breathes out.

Lixie's heart is beating fast. Jisun's wrists are firm in her hands.

"You're really not letting go, huh?" Jisun huffs out a laugh as she gives a tiny, experimental wiggle.

Lixie wanted to answer with something sarcastic or snarky, but the words never made it out. Instead, as Jisun shifted, her hips rolled, pressing her body against the place between Lixie's thighs. It was just a quick brush, but it's left Lixie stunned.

Her breath catches. A strange, demanding ache begins to make itself know to her. It feels something like pressing down on a bruise to see if it hurts, but instead of that pain, this sensation is new. And weirdly nice.

Jisun notices her having gone still. "What? Cat got your tongue?" Obliviously continuing to tease, she moves again, wiggling and pressing against Lixie.

Lixie's eyes flutter. The second press feeds the fire of the first, sharpening the ache into a tangible need for more.

"Do that again," Lixie blurts out before she can think to stop herself.

Jisun blinks up at her, confused. "Do what?"

"That… when you move," Lixie tries to explain. As she speaks, a warmth spreads to her cheeks, and her sudden, inexplicable shyness feels stifling. "It felt… good. Like… Please? Just one more time?"

Jisun's brows draw together. Despite being clearly confused, she doesn't question it, always eager to help out her best friend. "Okay."

She moves again, just like before, rolling her hips and causing a small amount of friction to press against Lixie's mound.

A small sigh comes out of Lixie. The ache is satisfied for exactly a millisecond before coming back full-force, stronger than before. "Again?" She pleads quietly.

Jisun innocently obliges. She rocks her hips multiple times in succession, each steady and gentle. The fabric between them was thin, and every time their private parts bumped together, Lixie felt a wave of pleasure wash over her.

"It feels really good," Lixie tries to explain, desperately wanting someone else to understand what she's experiencing. Her voice trembles a little. "Warm… tingly down there. I don't know why, but… I want to keep going."

Jisun's own cheeks were lightly dusted pink, but she gives a small, shy smile at her words. "I'll keep doing it, then. I want you to feel good."

She kept rocking. The thin fabric of their shorts drag, sliding and catching against each other. It begins to become a nuisance, distracting Lixie from the friction against herself. Her own hips starting moving too, and that makes the good feeling stronger, but it's not enough.

"Can we— Can we take our shorts off?" Lixie mumbles, painfully shy now even as she breathes so heavily. "Just panties. I think it would feel better without the extra layer."

Jisun stops moving back and stares at her for a moment. Lixie begins to regret asking, but then: "Okay. If it'll help."

Relief comes over Lixie, and she climbs off her friend. On the bed, they both shimmy out of their pajama shorts. As Lixie climbs back on top, she thinks to adjust their position so that they could press against each other more firmly. She carefully swings one leg over Jisun. Now they're perpendicular to each other, and she can press the puffy front of her panties directly against Jisun's own.

Once they make contact again, Lixie doesn't waste any time. She does the moving now, rolling her hips with purpose as she holds onto Jisun's leg for stability.

"Oh," Jisun gasps softly at the feeling of them bumping together. "Yeah— I feel it now too. Down there… It's like… Wow…"

Her face burning, Lixie nods. "Told you… Feels so good…"

She keeps rocking, slow but firmly dragging their parts together. The friction is perfect, and being able to feel the heat of Jisun's body makes the sensation so much stronger, so much better. It compels her to move faster, and when she does, Jisun lets out a small gasp that trails off into a hum.

Jisun's hand comes up to rest on her hip, and whether it's intended or not, it eggs Lixie on. She presses down harder each time they meet, and the sound of Jisun's heavy pretty is so pretty. She's feeling good too, and Lixie never wants it to end.

"Lix…" Jisun breathes out. "Ah… Lix, 's so good."

"Wanna try without panties?" Lix asks, still going hard and not stopping. "Skin to skin. I think it would, hngh, feel even better… Is tha— that too much?"

Jisun shakes her head quickly. "No, I wanna try it."

As reluctant as she is to pause, Lixie climbs off her again. Kneeling on her bed, she hooks her thumbs into her underwear and pulls them down her legs. She leans back, sitting down, as she slides them over her feet. She haphazardly tosses them aside, and then comes back to Jisun, who's now lying back in position again, her legs spread open to make room for her. Lixie catches a glimpse of her slit glistening lightly in the low light before she swings her leg over Jisun's hip.

When their privates touch this time, it's different. Softer. Warmer. Wetter. The first slow, careful bump makes both girls gasp immediately. It's electric, and Lixie is moving on instinct, her body demanding the white hot pleasure. With every grind, the most sensitive parts of their bodies kiss. It becomes wetter with every pass, easing the less-than-pleasurable levels of friction until it's just right.

"Oh my gosh," Jisun whimpers. Her grip on Lixie's hip is hard, and her fingers are starting to dig in. "It's so warm and… and slippery. I—" Her head presses back against the pillow, and a soft moan comes out.

At the sound, Lixie's parts throb intensely with need. She grinds even harder, and their slick folds slide against each other. The sounds of their shared wetness are audible now and impossible to ignore. They make her blush deepen, but she can't help wanting to make them louder.

With the force of Lixie pressing against her, Jisun's boobs jiggle underneath her thin pajama top. Lixie still remembers the days of wishing that hers would grow as big as Jisun's, but this sight feels more satisfying than having bigger boobs for herself ever could. They jiggle and bounce with every move, and Lixie finds herself picturing what they'd look like without the top in the way. She can see the points of her nipples. How do they feel?

Jisun's breathy little moans and whimpers sound so good. Lixie knows that she's probably making similar sounds of her own, but she's too focused on her friend to really notice them. The wetness between them steadily increasing, joining their sweat in the mess of it all.

"Don't stop," Jisun pleads in a whine just as Lixie had done herself minutes prior. "Please… Feels too good to stop, just keep going… Keep feeling good with me…"

The quiet dorm room is lit by the light of only a single lamp. Chan and Minho lounge on Chan's cramped, twin-size bed together, shirtless and sweatpants shoved down just enough for them to fist their cocks. Chan's legs are spread, and his hand is firmly wrapped around his thick, veiny cock, stroking slowly. Beside him, Minho strokes his own cock, slightly longer but not quite as thick.

"Fuck, I can't stop thinking about her," Minho mutters as his hand glides up and down his shaft. "Jisun in one of those little dresses she wears to church. You know the ones, it's supposed to be modest but it just clings to each curve… With that ass and those tits— She has no idea how slutty her body makes everything look."

Chan's cock twitches in his hand, and he strokes himself faster as he pictures Lixie in all her beautiful glory. "Lixie's even worse because she's so tiny. Petite little thing with those small, perfect tits… And her freckles, fuck, they'd look so pretty covered in cum."

"Fuck," Minho curses. "You know how sheltered they are… Imagine bending them over and pounding them for their first time."

Chan can't help the smirk tugging at his lips. He's thought about it too many times. He swipes his thumb over the head of his cock, smearing the bead of precum. "Lixie blushes at the smallest compliment… I can't even imagine how red she'd get if I told her I jerk off thinking about being the only one to take her tight cunt."

With lustful, heavy-lidded eyes, Minho turns to look at him. Neither of their hands stop moving on their cocks. "You know what would be really hot?" He pauses. "Doing it together. Same room. You fucking Lixie's little pussy while I have Jisun bouncing on my cock. Make 'em watch each other as they get wrecked for the first time."

"Yeah…" Chan tightens his grip on his fat cock as he continues to jerk himself off. "Make them kiss each other too. Making out while we show them how good it feels to be fucked… While we're at it, I wanna touch your girl too. Reach over and squeeze Jisun's tits while I'm balls-deep in Lixie. Pinch her nipples until she moans into Lixie's mouth."

Minho moans, and his hand begins to fly on his cock as he imagines it. "Fuck yes. I'd rub Lixie's clit, help make her cum on your cock. Jisun'll hold her hand during it. God, they probably don't even know what orgasms are."

"We'd have to show them," Chan says, not missing a beat despite his labored breathing. "Teach them how good it feels to have a big cock filling up their pussy. They're innocent, but they're natural-born sluts. They'll get addicted to taking cock in no time."

"'Look how good Lixie's feeling, don't you wanna feel that good too, Jisun?'" Minho mimes the interaction. "'Don't you want oppa's cock to make you feel like that?'"

Chan groans, the sound low and deep as it comes from his throat. "Shit, I just wanna feel Lixie cumming on my cock. Just once. Her tight pussy clenching down on me, I fucking need it."

"I need to see how Jisun's ass jiggles when she gets fucked," Minho adds. "I wanna hear her moan for me, begging for me to go harder, faster."

"And Jisun's such a good girl, she'd do it just to make you happy."

"Yeah, she would…"

Lixie rolls her hips with growing neediness, her mind now only focused on chasing pleasure. The movements are no longer gentle and careful. She's firmly dragging her wet folds along Jisun's, and Jisun is lifting her hips to meet every press. Soaked, they slide and rub together perfectly, and Lixie wonders how it took them so long to discover such a thing.

"Oh… Jisun…" Lixie breathes out in a soft voice. "It's so wet… and I think it's getting better? Like, something is going to happen."

Jisun nods eagerly. Her beautiful, tanned face is flushed, and her pink lips are parted. "Me too, I think so too… Please don't stop…"

Lixie's hips speed up on their own. Their soft, puffy lips are parting and rubbing, and the pleasure is almost too much. It makes her hyper-aware of her hardened nipples brushing the fabric of her pajama top. She feels the need to touch them, but the grip she has on Jisun's thigh is the only thing keeping her anchored right now.

She can't stop looking at Jisun's chest. Her boobs aren't massive, but they're more than enough to attract attention, even if they weren't jiggling so provocatively. Jisun's pajama top has to stretch a little to accommodate them. Guilt begins to take bloom in Lixie's chest because she wants to see them, to touch them. She knows it's wrong. They're friends, and they aren't supposed to want to look at each other's bodies like that.

So Lixie bites down on her bottom lip instead of asking. She wills herself back to the present moment, focusing on grinding harder even though her own hips are stuttering, barely able to keep up.

Jisun moans again. "Lixie… It's getting stronger. I— I don't know, but I want it…"

Before Lixie can respond, Jisun's hip buck up harder against her, grinding desperately. She can feel it too—the building pressure. She keeps moving, keeps rubbing their slick folds through each other."

"So good…" Lixie struggles to say through moans wanting to escape. "Keep moving with me, Jisun. Keep going, just like that…"

Suddenly, Jisun's body tenses beneath her. Lixie watches as the upper half of her friend's face scrunches up, while her mouth falls open in a silent scream. Jisun whimpers loudly, her hips jerking erratically. Despite her stillness, Lixie keeps going, her own body refusing to give up the pleasure. Jisun looks so pretty like this, and she wants to feel it too.

It hits her suddenly, and she cries out, having forgotten completely about her parents sleeping just a room over. Her body shudders hard as her privates flutter and pulse uncontrollably against Jisun. She keeps grinding through it, her body instinctively wanting to chase the intense pleasure.

Once Lixie's body tells her it's enough, she stops and all but collapses against Jisun. They cling to each other, trying to catch their breaths as they try to make it through the trembling. Their soaked, still-twitching parts remain pressed together.

"That was… so good," Lixie says, breathing hard as she turns to look at her best friend.

"Yeah…" Jisun breathes out, equally exhausted. "We have to do that again."

Minho's hand slows on his cock, and his eyes make a sideways glance at Chan.

Chan immediately understands.

Because it isn't the first time.

Their eyes having met, Minho shifts, laying over the bed, his face coming closer to Chan's aching cock.

"Think about Lixie," he murmurs in a low voice, not looking up at Chan.

Then, he promptly parts his lips, taking just the leaking tip of Chan's cock into his warm mouth. He seals his lips around the head and flicks his tongue across the sensitive slit to collect the precum. He suckles gently on it.

Chan's breath hitches. His hand, still wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, resumes it's strokes. His hips twitch as he pictures Lixie in Minho's place. Her pretty face. Her cute little freckles. Her tiny tits. Her brown eyes looking up into his own. Her lashes fluttering in coyness.

Pumping his cock, Chan closes his eyes. It makes it easier to convince himself of the fantasy. The sensation of suckling on the tip of his cock is Lixie starting out slow. She's never done this before, and she's exploring.

A tongue presses against the underside of the head of Chan's cock, and a groan is pulled out of him with the subsequent suck. Chan's hand slides up and down his shaft, feeding more precum into the hungry mouth.

"Yeah, just like that, baby," Chan mutters under his breath. "Lixie, such a good girl…"

The combination of the warm mouth nursing his sensitive tip with Chan's mental imagery of Lixie on her knees pushes him over the edge. His cock pulses hard as ropes of cum erupt, shooting straight into Minho's sealed mouth.

Minho doesn't pull away. He swallows every drop, milking the last few with gentler sucks. Panting hard, Chan opens his eyes, and they end up meeting Minho's own. Minho releases his cock with a soft 'pop,' and a thin string of saliva connects them for a moment but quickly breaks.

Without missing a beat, Chan shifts position on the bed as Minho leans away. He moves between Minho's spread, expectant legs. "Your turn."

He doesn't need to say more. Think about Jisun. Obviously.

Just like Minho before, Chan takes only the head of his cock into his mouth. The feeling is still foreign and resoundingly strange, but fair's fair. He seals his lips tightly about the tip and begins gently sucking. He keeps his hands on the bed, letting Minho handle the rest.

Minho's hand comes down, wrapping around the base of his cock. He immediately starts stroking rough and fast. His hips buck, forcing a little more of his cock into Chan's mouth before Chan re-adjusts.

"Fuck…" Minho breathes out.

Chan doesn't look up, wanting to offer him some privacy.

He knows what's in his head, though.

Jisun's beautiful face, paling only in comparison to Lixie—though Minho would most definitely argue against that. Jisun's tanned skin, a product of genetics and time spent under the sun. Jisun's curvy body, grope-worthy tits, tempting waist, wide hips that tout the ass that turns heads all across town.

"Jisun…" Minho hisses. "Shit, those pretty lips…"

Chan sucks harder on the tip, hollowing his cheeks and pressing his tongue firmly against Minho's cock. Minho continues to jerk himself off in desperate, impatient strokes.

Minho's breathing is loud above Chan. "Jisun, fuck, Jisun…"

His hips stutter once, and then, without any warning, thick spurts of cum flood Chan's mouth; rope after rope, accompanied by Minho's curses.

Chan swallows it without second guessing. Like Minho did for him, he tries to help Minho ride it out through gentle sucks. When his friend finally slumps back, spent and panting laboriously, Chan carefully pulls off. His tongue darts out automatically to clean his lips of any remnants of what they've just done.

The wetness between Lixie's thighs is drying into stickiness, but her body is too jelly-like to move. Jisun is nestled into her side, with an arm lazily tossed over her stomach.

Lixie reaches for her phone, and as she does, the screen lights up with the notification of a new message.

Chan.

Her eyes widen. She blinks once, twice to confirm it's true.

Chan almost never texts her out of the blue like this. Their conversations are usually quick and polite—right before or after church service, or the occasional chat or texts about whatever's new in life. School, church or something going on within the community, usually. The last time they spoke was nearly a week ago after last Sunday's service, and that's normal. They usually interact once a week, maybe two. Now, she's getting a text at this hour?

Lixie quickly unlocks her phone to read the message.

Chan: Hey, what are you up to tonight? :)

A rush of excitement courses through her, making her cheeks heat up again with a different vigor entirely. This text means that her crush—kind, funny, cute college student Chan—was thinking about her.

Lixie turns urgently to her friend. "Jisun!" She shoves her phone into her face. "Chan just texted me!"

Jisun goes cross-eyed for a second as she tries to read the text from so close-up. She grabs Lixie's wrist, moving her hand and phone back a few inches. Then, her eyes go wide too. "What? No way!"

The giggles start up all over again.

"It's so casual! Like… he never texts me randomly like this!"

"Oh my gosh, he's thinking about you!" Jisun exclaims, unknowingly voicing Lixie's exact thoughts. "What are you gonna say? Tell him you're having a sleepover with me, maybe he'll ask more questions!"

And this is why Jisun is her best friend.

The girls freak out together in hushed, excited whispers. After a couple of minutes of laughing and offering suggestions, Lixie bites down on her lip and nervously types back a reply. Her thumbs move quickly. She wants to sound normal, not too eager and desperate, but she also wants to evoke curiosity.

Lixie: hi chan! jisun's over for a sleepover rn. we were just playing around with each other and now we're laying in bed cooling off haha. what about you?

As Chan sits back down onto his bed, he picks up his phone. The screen lights up in his hand. He reads Lixie's reply from the notification before opening the chat.

Then, he opens the chat because there's no way he read that correctly.

Playing around together? Laying in bed cooling off? His mind is instantly flooded with filthy visuals—the pretty girls in a state of undress, smooth skin sporting beads of sweat, their pussies wet and tingling, the sound of little gasps and whimpers.

Surely not. Lixie is the most overly sheltered, pure girl he's ever met. She still blushes at the smallest, most innocent compliments. There's a zero percent chance she means it the way Chan's own corrupted, perverted mind tells him it does. She probably just means pillow-fighting, or whatever else it is that girls do at sleepovers.

But the wording... Fuck.

Chan's thumb overs over the keyboard on the screen as he struggles to think of a reply. He face feels warm.

Reluctantly, he turns his head toward Minho, now on the other side of the room , lounging on his own bed. "Look at what Lixie just texted me."

Minho looks at him for a minute, clearly not wanting to get up. He slowly peels himself off his bed and pads over to stand in front of Chan. He leans down to read the text.

Chan watches as Minho's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, quickly followed by a wicked grin. "Holy shit… She just admitted they do fool around."

The rumor has existed for a while, though Chan highly doubts either of the girls is aware. Lixie and Jisun have always been so close. Weirdly close. Bordering on codependent close. From what he's always heard from the other guys their age, that's why no one has ever tried to get with either of them despite their frequently-discussed looks. From what it seems, he's the only one who's ever dared to ask Lixie for her number.

The girls being something more than friends is a hot thought, but that's all. Having talked to Lixie, Chan fully believes there's no chance. They're more like sisters than girlfriends, and both the girls are far too innocent and naive to try anything. Lixie blushes every time she notices him looking at her, and Jisun has a similar reaction to Minho. Having both of the girls together, making them kiss and touch each other—that's strictly a fantasy.

Chan shakes his head. "Come on, Minho. It's Lixie. She's so sheltered that she probably doesn't even know what masturbation is. They probably really were playing—wrestling or tickling or something… Right?"

Minho laughs softly as he sits down on the side of the bed beside him. "Think about it. Two girls alone at a sleepover, responding to your late-night text. They might seem innocent, but they're still eighteen—they're not dumb. It sounds like she's trying to flirt with you. Whether they were actually fooling around or not, she definitely wants you to imagine them together."

Chan's mouth goes dry. Is that really possible? The sweet Lixie he knows purposefully trying to make him think that she's—what—fuckable? Is this really bait? Could she really want him in the same way he wants her? His heart is hammering in his chest even harder than when he was cumming down Minho's throat.

"I don't know…"

"Text her back, then," Minho says. "Ask her what kind of 'playing around' they were doing."

Chan hesitates but quickly gives in.

Chan: What kind of playing around were you guys doing? Must've been fun if you're still cooling off

He cringes at himself as he hits send.

The reply doesn't take longer than a minute.

Lixie: it's kinda weird haha

Lixie: we were play fighting and then that turned into moving around a lot

"They were scissoring," Minho says right away.

"They were dry humping at most," Chan argues, though it's still hard to wrap his head around. Lixie is being so vague that it feels intentional, like she doesn't want to admit something embarrassing, which only further points to fooling around being the answer.

Whatever. Chan's cock is hard.

"Do you wanna facetime them?" He asks. Before Minho can answer, Chan adds, "But don't be weird to them. I really like her, and I don't want to fuck it up by freaking her out."

Minho laughs at him. "What do you think I'm gonna say?"

"Just be normal," Chan grumbles as he types out a response to Lixie, his heart racing.

Chan: I'm with Minho rn. Do you guys wanna facetime? I know it's getting late but we can just hang out for a bit if you're feeling up to it

Once he sends it, he puts his phone down to take a long, deep breath.

"Oh my gosh," Lixie says, immediately turning to Jisun. "Chan's with Minho, and they want to facetime us! Right now!"

Jisun sits up fast. "What? Now? Say yes! But—" She looks down at her own naked lower half.

Both girls scramble up at the same time, hunting for their discarded panties and shorts. They each shimmy into modesty, then smooth down their rumpled pajama tops and run their fingers through their hair, trying to tame the messiness and look presentable.

As she climbs back onto the bed, Lixie's hands shake. Lying on her stomach, she props her phone up against a pillow. Jisun rushes to join her, joining the frame.

"Okay, okay, I'm calling him," Lixie says, her voice high and breathy. She takes a deep breath, then presses the button.

The call connects after two rings.

Chan's face fills the screen first, but Minho's face joins it after a moment. They're wearing dark T-shirts, looking relaxed as they sit together on one of their beds.

"Hi!" Lixie greets, unable to stop the shy giggle that comes with it. She can already feel her cheeks heating up.

Beside her, Jisun waves. On the screen, Lixie can see that they're both smiling with the same dumb, love-drunk grins. It's slightly embarrassing.

"Hey, Lixie. Hey, Jisun," Chan says, his voice as warm and gentle as ever. He looks genuinely happy to see them, and that makes Lixie's heart beat faster.

"Hey," Minho adds. He's grinning.

"So… sleepover, huh?" Chan asks. "What have you two been up to tonight? You mentioned playing around, moving around?"

Lixie's blush deepens, but Chan has a way of making her feel comfortable and safe, like she doesn't have to worry too much about being judged or seeming weird. She glances over at Jisun, seeking permission to talk about their shared experience.

Jisun nods eagerly.

"Yeah, we were just…" Lixie starts, having no idea where she'll end. "Well, we were play fighting, and I was on top of Jisun… Then, she started wiggling, and so I did the same because it felt kinda good…"

Chan smiles and nods encouragingly. Minho's grin looks almost proud. Deep down, Lixie knows that what they did was weird, but the boys don't comment on it.

"What did it feel like?" Chan asks in interest. "I mean, have you done it before, or…?"

"It was the first time," Lixie admits. "I've never really…" Shy, she looks to Jisun as she finishes her sentence, "felt that way before…" She looks back to the boys on her phone. "It was good, though… Fun."

"Was it like… pressing, or more like grinding?" Minho asks.

Chan glances sideways at him.

"At first, it was just little bumps," Jisun chimes in. "But with more pressure, it was better."

Chan and Minho share a brief look.

"That's nice," Chan says. "Did it make you feel closer to each other after?"

Lixie nods enthusiastically. "Oh, for sure! We cuddled after." A nervous giggle comes out.

Chan's cock is rock hard again, throbbing in his sweatpants, hidden out of frame where the girls can't see. He wants to ask if they were naked as they grinded on each other, but he knows that would be crossing a line. He also wants to ask if they both came, and if it was the first time, and how wet their little pussies got during it, and what they were thinking about, but that's way, way too much.

Beside him, Minho is still touting that perverted grin, but luckily, the girls don't seem to pick up on the nuance of it. Then again, maybe he always looks that way when he's chatting up Jisun. It's not like he would really know since he's always too busy focusing on Lixie.

Chan shares another look with him.

He clears his throat. "It's nice how close you two are… Do you guys express that to each other a lot?"

Lixie innocently tilts her head. "What do you mean?"

"Like cuddling, holding hands, kissing," Chan explains, trying to list everything casually.

"Oh, um—" Lixie answers. "We cuddle during sleepovers a lot. We don't really ever hold hands, and kissing… Isn't that a couple thing?"

Chan smiles. "Usually, but sometimes I know girls who are really close do it with each other."

"Oh…" Lixie says, looking at Jisun.

"It's just sweet to see two people be so close," Minho adds. "Wholesome, you know?"

Jisun nods. "We've never done it before, but we could try…" She shares a look with Lixie, and both girls grin. "But we'll only do it if you guys do it first."

Lixie giggles. "Yeah! Fair's fair."

As much as Chan doesn't want to kiss Minho, it is hilarious that the girls are negotiating for it. He can't help laughing, and the girls join in.

"Okay, deal," Minho answers for them. "We'll go first, but remember: fair is fair."

Chan's stomach flips with apprehension, but if they do it, then Lixie and Jisun will do the same… and he very much wants to see that. Horniness always wins.

Holding his phone out, he turns toward Minho. Their eyes meet, and Chan's eyes lower as a rush of shyness overcomes him.

Minho's hand comes up to rest on his shoulder, and then he's leaning in. Chan lets it happen. Their lips touch, gentle and awkward. This won't work. The girls will do whatever they see them do. A chaste peck is like nothing at all.

So, Chan commits.

He tilts his head a little more and presses his lips more firmly to Minho's own. Carefully, he slips his tongue out to trace Minho's lower lip. Minho's lips part ever so slightly, so Chan pushes it inside, making sure that it's clearly visible on Lixie's screen. The kiss is deliberate—slow, wet, the exact thing he wants to see the girls replicate.

Thankfully, Minho plays along. His tongue meets Chan's in a brief, slick slide. The kiss lasts maybe five or six seconds—long enough to look real, short enough to not feel too weird.

Chan turns back to his phone. His heart is pounding, and his cock is still hard in his sweatpants. "Your turn," he encourages, taking care to be encouraging and not forceful.

On the screen, the girls are flustered. Maybe they were bluffing, maybe they underestimated how badly they want to see them together. They're giggling, eyes going sideways to glance over at the other as if to say, 'Are we really doing this?'

Lixie glances back at him intently watching, and Chan's heart skips a beat. He watches as she turns back to Jisun.

Jisun shifts on the bed, turning to face her better. Slowly, they lean in toward each other.

Chan and Minho stay quiet and perfectly still, not wanting to miss a single second.

Lixie tilts her head a little too far to the side, and Jisun mirrors her. Their puckered lips meet in a quick, clumsy bump. They both immediately pull back an inch or two with soft, embarrassed laughs, their cheeks flushed bright pink. Lixie's freckles stand out even more against the color. If Chan was a betting man, he'd bet everything that this was both their first kiss.

"That was cute," Chan teases softly, "but I think you can do better. Try relaxing your lips a little and not tilting your heads so far. Just let nature guide you."

Minho nods beside him, leaning closer to the phone as he talks. "Yeah, and don't rush it. It'll feel nicer if you let it linger a bit, like we did."

The girls exchange another shy, giggling glance. Lixie whispers something into Jisun's ear that can't be picked up by the mic, and then both girls nod to each other. They lean in again, slower this time.

Their lips meet properly this time. Lixie's fingers stutter near Jisun's jawline. The kiss is still a little clumsy as expected, but the girls are obviously trying. It deepens, and Chan catches a glimpse of Lixie's tongue moving to touch Jisun's lower lip. The same thing that he had done to Minho. Lixie's copying him, and it's so cute that it makes his cock throb with desire to show her everything else he knows.

Jisun parts her lips, and Lixie's pink tongue slides in. It's a little too much all at once, but in Chan's eyes, that's just a testament to how badly she wants it. As the girls make out, he turns up the volume, and the sound of wet little clicks comes through the speakers of his phone. He lets his hand fall into his lap, and then it moves on instinct, stroking the length of his erection through his pants. He makes sure he holds the phone high enough that the girls won't catch any sight of it. Out of his peripheral, he can see Minho slipping his own hand into his pants.

The girls pull back slowly, both breathing hard.

"That was really good," Chan says. "You two are so pretty, you know that?"

Lixie's eyes widen. Chan's told her before, and just like that time, she blushes, trying unsuccessfully to hold back her smile. "You… You really think I'm pretty?"

Beside her, Jisun chews on her lip, looking similarly flustered and pleased. "You think we're pretty?"

"Yeah, of course," Chan answers honestly. "Both of you are really pretty, the prettiest girls in town, everyone knows that." He looks to Minho for agreement.

Still stroking himself in his pants, Minho nods. "You're both beautiful. Honestly… it's really hot watching two girls as pretty as you make out like that."

Chan would never dare to use the word 'hot' in Lixie's presence, but the girls' faces instantly light up.

"Hot? You think we're hot?" Lixie asks, giggling.

Jisun giggles too, and her soft tits jiggle slightly. "No one's ever called us hot before…"

That's because Minho's the only person brave enough.

Chan's grip tightens on his cock. The girls really aren't as innocent as he thought. "You are hot," he confirms immediately.

"Would you mind posing for us a little?" Minho cuts in. "Just for fun, so we can admire how pretty you two are?"

The girls exchange another excited, shy look, clearly thrilled by the attention they're receiving.

"How?" Jisun asks.

"Like, maybe instead of just laying down like you are right now," Minho says, "you could take turns coming closer to the camera, so we can see your faces better? If you kneel down, so your face is level with the camera…"

The girls immediately obey without hesitation, sitting up so that they're kneeling on the bed. Lixie goes first, coming closer to the phone. She lowers his upper body so her face is level with the camera as Minho instructed, and her loose pajama top gapes open at the neckline.

Chan's breath catches. From this angle, he can see it all. Lixie's pale-skinned chest littered with more freckles, her small braless tits hanging freely. He can see her small areolas and even tinier nipples. Because she's bending forward, they look bigger than ever, and it's so easy to imagine them in his palms. He slides his hand into his pant and underwear to grasp his cock properly. His hand slides up and down it, and he imagines jerking off right onto Lixie's perfect tits, how his cum would land on them, right alongside her freckles.

"Like this?" Lixie asks sweetly. She moves to readjust her posture, and her tits just barely jiggle with the motion.

"Yeah, that's good," Chan tries to say without making it obvious how hard he's breathing as he gets off to her tits without her knowledge. His eyes dart up to her beautiful face. "Such cute lips. I love your freckles."

Despite already having been told that, Lixie giggles shyly, and her modest tits jiggle some more.

Fuck, Chan wants to feel her. Grab and squeeze those tits. Play with those nipples until she's whining. Rub his cock over the softness of them.

Still giggling, Lixie straightens up and backs away from the camera. Jisun is ready, and soon replaces her in front of the phone. Her position and posture are similar as she gets up close and personal. Her pajama tops gapes too, revealing her much larger breasts. They're so much bigger, and the teardrop shape is more obvious. Her skin is darker than Lixie's, but her chest is pale in comparison to the rest of her body; this place has obviously never been touched by the light of the sun. Because of the size, her nipples aren't visible. It's a shame, but Chan's well-practiced imagination is enough to fill in the gaps.

"Is this okay?" Jisun asks, shyly seeking approval.

"Yeah, baby, this is perfect," Minho answers back right away. He speaks fast. "I've never seen a girl as pretty as you."

Jisun giggles, more pleased than shy, unlike Lixie. Her tits jiggle deliciously. "Yeah? I'm the prettiest? Even compared to those college girls?"

Minho groans. "So much better. They're nothing compared to you, Jisunie."

If it's obvious that Minho is jerking off, neither girl says anything. Would they even know what it would sound or look like?

After Jisun straightens up and retreats from the camera, Chan speaks, treading carefully. "We really like looking at you two… You're both so pretty… It's making us feel things."

Lixie tilts her head in confusion. "Feel things? Like what?"

"It made us hard," Minho answers, straightforward. "You know, down there. Because you're so pretty."

The girls' eyes widen in surprise, and they don't move.

Jisun blinks. "Hard? Your… your… got hard…?"

Chan nods eagerly, still looking his cock out of view. "Yeah. You made us both really hard by being so cute and pretty. Do you… want to see? We can show you our cocks if you want."

Lixie clears her throat, squirming nervously where she sits back on her knees. "I… I don't know… Isn't that wrong? We're not supposed to look at… that. You're supposed to wait until marriage."

Jisun nods quickly in agreement. "Yeah… It feels wrong. Even if it's just over the phone."

Chan keeps stroking himself, but he keeps his voice level and soothing. "It's not bad if we're all friends. You told us about how you were playing around earlier, right? It's the same kind of thing. We won't tell anyone. Plus… you might like to see it, just how we like to see your pretty faces."

Minho chimes in. "Exactly. We won't think of you any differently for it, either."

The girls hesitate, looking at each other and inaudibly whispering for a few long seconds.

Lixie chews on her lip, torn between what she's been taught since birth and the excited flutter in her chest. "Well… maybe just for a second? If it's really okay, and you won't think we're bad…"

Jisun nods slowly. "Only because we trust you guys."

Chan glances at Minho, and they both subtly pulls their hands out of their pants. He angles the phone downward, showing their bulges as they pull their waistbands down, exposing their cocks. Large erections excitedly spring up, and the girls' reactions and immediate and priceless.

Lixie's mouth falls open in pure shock, her eyes huge as she stares at the two hard cocks. "Oh my gosh…" She breathes out. "That's your… They're so big…"

Beside her, Jisun greedily leans closer to the camera, equally amazed. "They look so… hard and solid. It's so different from ours…"

"Chan…" Lixie says, still staring. "Yours is really thick… Do they always get that big when you're… hard? It's kinda scary…"

"It's not scary, sweetheart," Chan says, the pet name accidentally slipping through. "A lot of girls really like the extra stretch… It can feel really good once you get used to it." He wraps his hand around the base of his cock, then slowly strokes it as he watches Lixie's eyes fixed on the screen.

The girl is completely mesmerized and quiet. Her freckled cheeks burn bright red, and she starts squirming, thighs pressed tightly together, hips wiggling in tiny, restless moves.

Chan's voice drops lower, quieter as he teases her. "Lixie… You're getting really squirmy over there. What's going on, sweetheart?"

Lixie bites her lip hard, eyes still glued to the screen. She hesitates, then quietly, "It… I feel tingly again… like with Jisun, but… more…"

Grinning, Minho leans closer to Chan, who forgot about his presence entirely. "That means you're getting horny, Lixie. Your body likes what it sees."

Lixie turns her head, glancing nervously at Jisun for just a moment before returning his attention to Chan's cock. "Is that… I didn't know it could feel like this just from looking…"

Still stroking himself, Chan tries to nod encouragingly. "You're getting wet and achy down there because of oppa, aren't you? If you want, you can show us. We showed you ours. Just pull your shorts and panties down for a second so we can see your pretty little pussy, Lixie…"

Jisun's suddenly eyes widen in alarm, and she rushes to grab Lixie's arm. "Lixie! That's too much." She lowers her voice into a furious whisper-yell. "We're not supposed to show our private parts to boys. It's not right."

Chan keeps his voice soft and coaxing. "Come on, sweetheart, it's okay. You're already horny, and you'll feel better if you let us see how wet you are right now. Every part of you is beautiful, there's nothing to be scared of—oppa promises."

Lixie hesitates, glancing between the hard cocks on screen and her best friend's worried face. After a painfully long moment, she whines.

Jisun reacts first, able to anticipate what the whine signals before anyone. "Lixie, don't—"

But Lixie is already hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her pajama shorts and panties. Kneeling she tugs them down her hips and smooth thighs before sitting back on her ass to kick them off her legs entirely. She shyly spread her legs.

Her shockingly shaved pussy comes into view. Her puffy outer lips—swollen from earlier or from their call, Chan can't be entirely sure—part just so slightly, revealing her pink inner lips, glistening in the low light with wetness. Her little clit, also shiny, is peeking out.

Chan's not a virgin, but this is the single most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life. Deep-down, he's glad that his first time seeing Lixie's pussy is over facetime; if it had been in person, he knows he would’ve blown his load immediately.

Chan lets out a low groan at the sight of it. His fist tightens around his cock as he strokes faster. "Fuck, Lixie… Look at the perfect pussy, so tight and wet and pretty. Fuck… You're such a good girl for showing us. Thank you."

Minho whistles softly, and Chan would be lying if he said it didn't irk him a little. His hand is moving on his own cock, even faster than Chan's own. "Damn, Lixie… All shiny and dripping, already?"

Lixie whimpers softly but stills still otherwise, making no move to touch herself.

"You're so beautiful…" Chan says, thinking aloud. "Such a good, horny girl for us… Why don't you say it? Say you're oppa's good girl."

Lixie whines, shy and flustered. "'m… I'm oppa's good girl."

Chan groans again, his hand still moving on his cock. "Yeah, you are, so good…"

The petite girl is still holding her legs open for him, her tight slit glistening with arousal. It drives him crazy, thinking about how horny she must been to be so visibly wet and willing to show it. If he was there, his hands would've already been on her, touching her and showing her what she can do with all that restless energy.

Beside Lixie, Jisun sits on the bed, watching both boys jerk their cocks to Lixie's pussy. From her expression, the mix of worry and jealousy is obvious. Chan feels bad, and he's just about to tell her that it's okay, that she doesn't have to do anything she's not comfortable with, when Minho speaks to her first.

"Jisun… Hey, look at me for a second," Minho says, gentle in his soft, melodic voice. "I know you're feeling a little left out right now, and I don't want that. You're the one I really like, you know that? Not Lixie."

Jisun stays quiet, but she looks at him, listening.

"I think about you all the time—how pretty you are, how sweet your smile is, how curvy and soft your body looks in everything you wear," Minho continues. "I want to see your pussy so bad because it's you. Because I've been imagining what you look like for months."

With red cheeks, Jisun fidgets with her fingers in her lap. Her eyes are on them, not on the screen or Minho.

"It's not just dirty stuff, either," Minho says, sounding sincere. "I really like you, Jisun. I think about holding your hand at church, about taking you out on dates, about… marrying you one day. That's why it's okay for you to show me your body. If we're going to be together forever, then what's this a little early? I promise, I'm going to marry you one day, if you like me too."

Jisun looks at him through the screen. "I do like you…"

"So, let me see how beautiful you are down there," Minho adds seamlessly. "Please?"

Chan stays quiet. His mind is racing. How much of that is geniune? He knows firsthand that Minho has a real soft spot for Jisun, even sex aside. They don't talk about it, but Chan can tell by the way his ears turn pink with Jisun laughs at his jokes, the way he gets flustered when Jisun smiles at him from afar.

But promising marriage? How can he say that in the same breath as asking her to show herself to him?

Jisun nervously glances at Lixie, then back to Minho. The topic of marriage seems to hit her deeply. Chan knows, Minho knows it, Lixie knows it. They were all raised the same way with the same religious and moral views. Marriage is something safe and comfortable. "You… You really promise? You want to marry me?"

"I do," Minho answers. His hand is still, wrapped around the base of his cock. "I promise, baby."

Jisun takes a deep breath. "Okay. But only because of that."

Much like Lixie did, she hooks her thumbs into her pajama shorts and panties, sliding them down her wide hips and thicker thighs. She doesn't look at the phone as she kicks them off the bed. She's sitting beside Lixie, and slowly, she spreads her legs.

She's shaven too. Jisun's outer lips are plumper than Lixie's, and her pubic mound is fuller. Her outer lips are swollen, and they're parted enough to show a sliver of wetness inside. Her opening is more obvious, gaping just a tiny bit, begging for a finger or two to slide right in.

"Fuck, Jisun…" Minho groans, his hand moving on his cock again. "So beautiful. Pussy's so soft, puffy and wet for me. You're perfect, baby, even better than I imagined."

"Have you ever touched yourselves there before?" Chan asks the girls, lazily stroking himself.

Lixie shakes her head. "No… We didn't even know you could do soemthing like that until earlier when we were…" She trails off.

"That's okay," Minho says. "Use your fingers, rub that spot at the top of your pussy in circles."

Chan chimes in. "Start gently and slow. The place that feels good—that's your clit—you'll know when you find it."

Intrigued, the girls look to each other.

Lixie reaches down first, her fingertips brushing over the very top of her slit. She rubs slow, gentle circles. It doesn't work at first, and she adjusts slightly. Her pretty lips part in a quiet gasp at the contact.

Seeing Lixie's exploration, Jisun reaches down to try the same. Like Lixie, it only takes a few seconds to find it. When she does, she whimpers.

"Everyone likes different things," Chan explains. "You can try pressing harder, rubbing slower or faster… When you find what you like, just keep going."

Over the course of a couple minutes, the girls each find their own rhythm, and it feels nice to show them a way of pleasuring themselves. As they get more into it, the girls begin letting out hushed moans—Jisun's high and whiny, and Lixie's deeper and needier.

Unable to hold back any longer, Chan strokes himself quickly. "That's it… Good girls… Lixie, if I were there right now, I'd be between your legs, kissing your little pussy. I'd slide my cock in-between your thighs, let you feel how thick and heavy it is."

Lixie positively keens at his words, her hips rocking up into her own touch as she moves her fingers faster. "Chan… oppa… it feels so good, keep talking, please…"

Minho joins in. "Jisun, baby. I'd have my hands on those soft thighs while I lick your pretty pussy. I'd keep going until you cum on my face and your legs shake."

Both girls are getting lost in it now—heavy panting, soft whimpers and quiet moans fill the bedroom s they masturbate openly for the boys, thriving on their attention and filth. Their pussies drip as they pleasure themselves to two hard cock being jerked off just for them.

Chan can feel his balls tightening as the pressure builds fast. "Lixie, fuck. Bet that tight virgin pussy is begging for a dick. Keep rubbing your clit for me, sweetheart. Show me how horny you get knowing how bad I wanna fuck you."

"Hngh, Channie…" Lixie moans, watching him.

"Gonna cum," Chan forces out upon hearing his name come from his lips. "Want you to watch."

His thick cock pulses in his fist, and a low groan is ripped out of him. Despite his earlier orgasm, thick ropes of cum shoot into air, landing on his hand as he works himself through it. His eyes flicker between Lixie's flushed face and wet pussy as he imagines shoving his cock in deep and emptying his balls in her.

Minho follows right after with a low curse. His cums coats his hand as well, and he moans through his orgasm, staring at Jisun's image.

They lazily stroke their spent cocks as the girls begin to tense up, near simultaneously.

"It's coming," Lixie whimpers. "Chan— Oppa—"

"Don't stop, Lix," Chan encourages. "Keep rubbing. Wanna see you cum for me, sweetheart."

She cries out, and her pussy clenches hard. Sensitive, her hand flies off her pussy as it continues to pulse. She breathes heavily as the waves of pleasure wash over her.

"That's it, that's a good girl," Chan tries to soothe and comfort.

Meanwhile, Jisun is repeating Minho's name over and over again as she reaches her own peak. Over top it, Minho is praising her and talking her through it, but Chan forces his attention back to Lixie.

Her pussy is still visibly clenching, thigh muscles flexing. She's breathing hard.

"You did so good," Chan tells her, wanting his sincerity to come across. "I'm so glad we could do this together, sweetheart. You were beautiful, still are."

Lixie lifts her head from the mattress to look at him. "Will I see you Sunday?"

"Ye-yeah," Chan stutters. Why is she bringing up church at a moment like this? "Of course, I'm there every week."

She stares at him for a moment, still breathing hard. "Okay… See you then? We'll talk after?"

Chan nods. "Or, are you doing anything tomorrow? I can call, without Minho, just us?"

Lixie's face gives away her pleasure at the suggestion. "Okay. That sounds good."