Pleasure Therapist || Ryeji ff

- Chapter 3 -

Yeji was making a big mistake, and the worst part was she knew it already. A massive mistake, she lamented — before her gnawing guilt all but disappeared at the first, tentative touch of Ryujin's tongue against her labia. Moaning, Yeji used the hand not tangled in Ryujin's shiny raven locks to brace herself against the edge of the platform upon which she knelt over her temporary assistant's head. She settled her weight more heavily onto Ryujin's sexy mouth, wiggling her hips while she reveled in the girl's white-knuckled fists and the impossibly stiff, highly suckable nipples she couldn't seem to stop touching.

She's your next-door neighbor, for goodness' sake. Your entirely too young, more than likely emotionally immature neighbor. What happens when this little arrangement of ours goes pear-shaped? Yeji threw her head back and gasped, astounded by how quickly Ryujin had worked her into a state of pure, desperate need. She wouldn't beg, of course. Even if she wanted to.

What if she asks for sex outside class? Yeji wasn't normally the conceited type, but she got the distinct impression that Ryujin had really enjoyed her orgasm. Living in such close proximity, it seemed inevitable that Ryujin might request another encounter at some point. A private one, on their own time. That would be a disaster. Yeji was only three months away from turning forty, far too old for an eager, young fuck-buddy in the midst of such a vastly different stage of her life.

Granted, Ryujin was damn good at eating pussy — even better than expected. "How will I ever learn unless you teach me?"

Yeji groaned at the memory of Ryujin's seductive plea and her own pointed response. "I can't believe you don't already know your way around a woman's body. In fact, I'm certain you do. I've heard as much through our bedroom wall."

Ryujin had given her the greatest smile, one that made it impossible for Yeji to say no. "Grade me, then. Give me your final exam."

So now here Yeji hovered, bare from the waist down, over the busy mouth of the lively young seductress who'd somehow obliterated all her good sense with a single bat of her eyelashes. Those impeccable tits hadn't helped, either, being the prettiest Yeji had ever kissed — an impressive distinction given her own prolific sexual history. Ryujin's ever-changing roster of overnight guests reminded Yeji of her own freewheeling youth, before she'd made the foolish decision to commit to a woman who would go on to treat her like absolute shit for nearly five of the six long years they were together. Her ex-girlfriend Minju had taught her the value of caution in her interpersonal entanglements, an important lesson that grew somehow hazier and less relevant with every stroke of Ryujin's enthusiastic tongue.

It wasn't like she hadn't noticed Ryujin over the past year. She'd even fantasized about fucking her, more than twice, during some of the loneliest of her increasingly solitary nights at home. She was only human, after all. Ryujin wasn't just undeniably luscious in appearance, but she was also the proud owner of an abundant sexual appetite - one that had provided inspiration for Yeji's self-pleasuring sessions ever since her first night in the building. Even if she'd wanted to ignore the girl next door, it would've been impossible. Ryujin had become a semi-frequent sight during Yeji's trips into and out of the building where they lived their lives side by side, always with a smile on her face and a warm, casually flirtatious greeting to offer. Their brief interactions had provided Yeji with more than enough material to assemble the occasional "sexual mentor to a younger woman" fantasy. They were also the reason she'd immediately thought of Ryujin after Lia's phone call.

So... yes. She'd been curious for a while. At least now that curiosity would be satisfied - even if she'd ruined their politely cordial relationship as a result.

Yeji shuddered, then sat on her heels to let Ryujin heave for air. She ran her nails down the center of Ryujin's scalp, smiling. "That's nice, sweetheart. Really nice."