Ye Jun
The cab ride home hurt. Every bump in the road pushed the lace against my skin. My nipples got hard from the friction. My dick twitched every time the car hit a hole. I kept my hoodie zipped to my chin. My backpack sat on my lap like armor. But inside I burned. Ready. So ready it scared me.
The house was quiet when I got back. Lights glowed upstairs. Si-woo's studio. I did not go to my room. I stood in the hallway. I took off the hoodie. I took off the sweats. They fell in a pile on the floor. I stood there in just the lace and thigh-highs. My bare feet felt cold on the wood. The thigh-highs made soft shhh sounds when I walked.
