Pleasure Therapist || Ryeji ff

- Chapter 20 -

Just three days later, Yeji fiddled nervously with her phone as she tried to decide whether she was about to make a huge mistake. She and Ryujin hadn't spoken since Saturday night, shortly after fucking each other's brains out with their favorite dildos, and Yeji found herself more hesitant than usual to initiate contact. She assumed Ryujin felt the same, or else she'd most likely have heard from her by now. Over text, if nothing else. It wasn't as though they'd talked much outside of class before last week, but with the recent evolution of their friendship into a potentially casual sexual relationship... well, Yeji had expected their change in status to vield more immediate benefits. On the contrary, Ryujin seemed more skittish than ever. She'd barely spoken during the drive home on Saturday and hadn't reached out since, even though Yeji knew she'd spent every night at home, blessedly alone.

Had she upset Ryujin somehow? There'd been that one awkward moment during their last fuck, when Yeji had seized control to reverse their positions and escape the heart-pounding intimacy of Ryujin's naked, full-body embrace and her searing, toe-curling kisses. She'd sensed Ryujin's well-hidden disappointment and regretted not being able to grant her free rein to do anything she pleased. Ryujin was the most exciting sexual partner she'd ever had - kinky yet inexplicably innocent, responsive in ways Yeji hadn't anticipated outside her wildest dreams, and with a body that fit against hers as though designed for that purpose alone. She wanted nothing more than to willingly give herself to Ryujin, to be swept away by her youthful, fervent hunger without hesitation or fear, to lose her awareness of how even the most exhilarating connection could turn rotten eventually...but alas, there was no escape from the prison Minju had built around her heart. Yeji was who she had become, a fact she'd repeatedly tried to hammer into Ryujin's head so as not to lead her on.

Then again, maybe Ryujin wasn't upset. Maybe she was simply waiting for Yeji to make the first move, too gun-shy to start testing the expanded boundaries of their tenuous friendship. Yeji brought up Ryujin's cell number for the umpteenth time, staring at the screen while all the old, familiar arguments against love, romance, and basic human connection rang out in her head. Fucking Ryujin wasn't meant to be about love. It wasn't even about basic human connection, most of the time, beyond the purely physical. The most compelling reason to see Ryujin outside of class was that sex with another person gave her access to pleasures she couldn't experience on her own. Like having her pussy licked - or better yet, licking pussy.

"Shit." Yeji brought a finger to her lips, wetting the tip with a flick of her tongue. Caution urged her to return the phone to its charger and go to bed, but her stubborn libido sent her thumb to hover indecisively over the call button. Grasping for a rationalization, any rationalization, to explain why she had to touch base with Ryujin
at nine o'clock on Tuesday night, Yeji practiced a few opening lines slash excuses. "Just wanted to check in after this weekend...make sure the workshop went all right for you.. that you enjoyed everything we-" She switched gears as the path forward solidified in her mind. "How'd you feel about the butt stuff? Hope it was okay...I figured, you know, with next weekend on the horizon..." She breathed out, then lowered her thumb to the call button. "We need to practice."

***

Ryujin let out a shaky breath, simultaneously stunned, relieved, and terrified about the date Yeji had just proposed. "Practice?" Her mind reeled, thrown into chaos by Yeji's not entirely unexpected suggestion that they have sex in Ryujin's apartment, alone and away from prying eyes. Only half listening to Yeji explain how she wanted to be sure Ryujin enjoyed receiving anal sex before they attempted to demonstrate for other wary first-timers, Ryujin tried to imagine what it would be like to have Yeji in her bed. Would her walls finally come crashing down? Would their connection feel even stronger without an audience there to inhibit them?

"Ryujin?" Yeji's concerned tone snapped her into focus. But before Ryujin could answer, Yeji offered the get-out-of-jail-free card she'd never wanted. "There's no pressure to attend this workshop if you don't want to. If you'd prefer to skip this one, I'll understand."

"No!" Ryujin's face heated at her wildly frantic denial. But the thought of missing their last paid engagement flooded her with panic. For all she knew, that could be the end in more ways than one. "That is, I made a commitment. I'm not about to leave you hanging."

"If you'd rather fuck me in the ass, we could do that instead. I'll teach you how." Yeji hesitated, then murmured, "It's your choice."

Ryujin's hand floated to her forehead, pressing down firmly as though that might help organize her half-formed, rapidly cycling thoughts.
"Uh.. to be honest, I liked the butt stuff on Saturday. A lot, kind of...I think." She burbled nervous laughter, then cringed at the sound. "I mean, so much was happening. But I came super hard, like.. harder than usual." She cleared her throat, lamenting that everything she said came out sounding so insipid. "I'm starting to think that anal penetration gives me incredibly intense orgasms...but it'd be nice to know for sure before the workshop. If for no other reason than to figure out how much I can handle before we let other people watch."

"Yes, it only seems right to offer you a proper first time without the pressure to perform for an audience." Yeji paused, breathing audibly enough to raise goose bumps on Ryujin's arms. "Plus, this'll be a great test of the whole fuck-buddy concept. I'll come to your place with some toys...and we'll see how it goes." A long silence stretched out between them. Finally, Yeji asked, "You in?"

"When?" Ryujin asked. She'd planned to spend the next few evenings writing, but who was she kidding? Her concentration was shot - and had been for over six weeks by this point. Without waiting for specifics that wouldn't matter anyway, she said, "Hell, yeah, I'm in."