SAHYO IMAGINES

HOMERUN 3

by the time sana’s peak tapered off, she was an overstimulated mess. a fine layer of sweat had sprouted along her skin, making her thin tank top stick to the small of her back, but the knowledge that jihyo was in her, actually inside her, caused another, much hotter rush of wetness to flow from other places. she couldn't help it. jihyo's cock had softened somewhat, but it still felt so deliciously thick, hitting all the right spots because it hit every spot effortlessly.

even though sana knew she'd be walking funny for the rest of the day, the pain was absolutely worth the payoff. she didn't have any other penetrative experiences to compare it to, but she seriously doubted the pleasant soreness she felt was anything like the ‘first time’ pain people with less considerate partners rightfully complained about. it was a good kind of ache — not uncomfortable, just intense.

and that's because jihyo made it so wonderful.

the certainty that jihyo had tried so very hard to give as well as receive pleasure, even while struggling to hold back her own need, filled sana's heart to the brim with love. maybe this hadn't been a candles and satin sheets first time, but jihyo's touch had radiated not only desire, but equal parts care and concern. apparently, with the right person, even a quick fuck under the bleachers could turn into something sweet and romantic.

“sana? is everything okay?"

"huh?" sana suddenly became aware of jihyo's worried stare. she hadnt meant to float among her own soft, fuzzy thoughts for quite so long, but she'd wanted to savor the moment. "hyo, she chuckled, "okay' is a pretty big understatement. i've never been better. what about you?" she caressed jihyo's cheek, admiring the blush that tinged her tanned skin. the woman really did have cheekbones carved for the gods.

“amazing,' jihyo said with a shy smile. "|, um, | was worried you might be having regrets because | didn't use a condom."

sana rested her forehead against jihyo's, stroking her hair soothingly. “| told you, baby, we don't have to. neither of us has done this before, and i've been on birth control since | was twelve."

"| know, but—"

“shush, you,” sana said, placing a soft peck on jihyo's lips. they tasted like tingly menthol chapstick, but to her delight, she picked up a trace of jihyo's come as well. she had enjoyed the flavor much more than she'd expected, but that was par for the course with jihyo. with how perfect the whole package was, it wasn't at all surprising that she tasted good, too.

sometimes, sana wasn't sure how she'd gotten lucky enough to snag someone so unique. jihyo was right at home in sephora, but she looked just as sexy in her field hockey uniform, with mud on her elbows and knees. mock trial, student council — jihyo had a strong academic side, but she never let it get to her head. with women's jeans and a men's watch, she was as pretty as she was handsome, and something about that confident blend had captivated sana from the first day they'd met.

although i'm not sure how she manages to pull off hip-huggers, considering what she's working with.

sana wiggled into a more comfortable position on top of jihyo's lap, sighing contentedly. although the heat of the moment had passed, she was discovering that she loved holding jihyo's cock inside her. the fullness was comforting, although she couldn't precisely put the reason why into words. something about the stretch made her feel safe.

her inner walls pulsed, and she wondered if maybe she'd been wrong about the moment passing. the afterglow was rapidly wearing off, only for desire to reignite in its place. she whimpered as her muscles clenched around jihyo's length, as if to reassure her body that it was still there and wasnt going anywhere.

“actually, i'm glad you didn't use a condom,’ sana murmured, gazing lovingly into jihyo's round doe eyes. "i absolutely would've if you wanted to, but feeling you come inside me? just knowing that you gave me everything you had is..."