HOMERUN 2

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a beautiful spring day was waiting outside as jihyo escaped through the rear exit of seoul high school, towing sana behind her. the weather was warm and welcoming, but thanks to the heat of sana's hand in hers, and the answering heat that simmered near a boil in her belly, jihyo hardly noticed.

the smell of freshly cut grass filled the air around the sports field with sweetness, but jihyo was still intoxicated by the floral scent of sana's perfume. a light breeze carried it in her direction, and she was sorely tempted to pull sana into her arms and inhale. she resisted, barely, and only because they were still out in the open.

no. we need to go somewhere private. while the bleachers weren't ideal, they were far less risky than the library, where sana's mouth had given her a brief glimpse of heaven itself.

jihyo had masturbated plenty of times in the past. she'd gotten a couple of handjobs before her ex, irene, had moved to canada and brought their relationship to an amicable end. just a few weeks ago, she had let sana rub her to climax through her gym shorts while the two of them were watching a movie. none of those experiences could even begin to compare with sana’s mouth.

just thinking about the bhyosful heat, the way sana's throat had flexed around her, and the wicked swirls of sana's tongue had jihyo straining in her jeans. she usually needed a short recovery period between orgasms, but with sana cuddled close beside her, clinging to her as they half-walked, half-stumbled across the field, a break was the last thing jihyo wanted. every step reminded her how hard she was, how badly she ached.

"here?" sana asked, giving jihyo's hand a squeeze and nodding at a shady spot beneath the bleachers.

jihyo gave the soft patch of grass a cursory glance. the risk of being caught buzzed in her brain, keeping her adrenaline up, but she was willing to go just about anywhere and do pretty much anything as long as sana was with her. besides, the practice field should be empty until after school. everyone else is still in class. it only took jihyo a few seconds to decide. the potential reward — sana, all hers at last — was worth the risk a hundred times over. she took her hand back from sana and removed her jacket, spreading it out on the ground. the weather was nice enough thai she didn't really need it, and it would serve preity well as a substitute blanket.

sana's brows rose in realization, and she stripped off her sweater too, lying it on the grass beside jihyo's jacket to give them more room. that left her wearing only a tank top. no bra, jihyo noticed, wincing as another pulse traveled the length of her cock. once again, sana's perpetual laziness when it came to her outfits had proven advantageous.

unable to wait any longer, jihyo pulled sana close, practically dragging her to the ground. sana straddled her hips, kissing her hard, and jihyo groaned as she realized the slightly salty taste on sana's lips belonged to her.

she hadn't thought much about coming in sana’s mouth at the time. her orgasm had been so overwhelming that she hadn't cared where she was coming as long as she came. now, the knowledge that she was the flavor on sana’s tongue drove her crazy. she only stopped sucking it when sana cupped her face, drawing gently away.

“what are you up for?” sana asked, running her thumb over jihyo's bottom lip.

jihyo struggled to answer between heavy breaths. sana was in her system like a drug, and she was already dizzy. "anything you're up for."

that was a bit of an understatement. the idea of having sex with sana — almost every kind of sex, in every conceivable position — had consumed jihyo's thoughts since before they'd started dating. she'd daydreamed through several classes that way, even back when she and sana had run against each other for school president. (jihyo had wanted the position for her college applications. sana had wanted to get out of enghyoh twice a month. after sana had cinched an unconventional victory, jihyo had asked her out.)

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