Idols

Chapter 2

I don't know how I made it to the bar where my friends were; my head was spinning, and I laughing alone at how audacious I had acted, and I couldn't believe everything that had happened.

I had a good time while eating and drinking with my friends, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell them anything. Around eleven at night, I went back home and despite still feeling very excited about everything that had happened, I fell asleep right away since the alcohol had taken its toll.

Around four in the morning, my phone rang; it was an unknown number. It was him, my adonis. Hello, he said, do you have time to finish what we left unfinished?

I nearly fainted from excitement and surprise; yes of course, I said automatically and gave him my address. As he was on his way, I went to the bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth, and try to look somewhat presentable. Luckily, I didn't have to change out my pajamas, as I've always been used to sleeping in cute and sexy pajamas.

Twenty minutes later, he was outside my building. I opened the access door and told him which was my apartment.

When I heard the doorbell, a wave of anxiety and nervousness hit me that I couldn’t control. I opened the door, and he was leaning against the doorframe dressed in jeans and a white shirt, he looked delicious, and my temperature skyrocketed. Hello, he said shyly. Hi, I said, not as shy and invited him into my apartment.

I asked him why he had come at that hour and not earlier. He said he had thought about it a lot and couldn’t make up his mind, but his level of excitement was so high that he couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened and he couldn’t get my lips kissing his piercing out of his head. Immediately, my body reacted, I took a glass of soju to give myself courage and took on the role of a femme fatale. I played music on my stereo and approached him slowly. He sat on the sofa, gazing at me entrance. I sat on his lap, looking at him and began to kiss his piercing slowly, then with my tongue, and then I devoured his entire mouth. We started kissing slowly, but after a few seconds, passion and heat turned our kisses from sensual to highly s****l. As we kissed, he touched my buttocks with so much desire, massaging them, sliding his hands between my panties... oh my god! The sensation was so pleasurable despite being something so simple. Then it was my breasts’ turn; he indulged in them, kissing, biting, massaging them, almost bringing me to the edge with just that.

Now it was my turn to devour him. I took off his shirt and saw his sculpted body, which made me feel embarrassed about mine. He didn’t have just a six pack, but an eight pack, his chest, his muscular arms, flat stomach, he was a big boy without being a bodybuilder, just the right measure. I kissed him all over, slowly moving down. I reached his pants and looked at him, he stared back at me without blinking. I unbuttoned his pants, lowered the zipper slowly, took off his pants and he was only in his underwear. When I pulled them down and he stood there completely naked with his tremendous erection, I was surprised. I had heard a lot that the Asian had small ones, but this was neither small nor thin, it was big and thick, maybe not enormous, but perfect for me. I started kissing and licking it while maintaining eye contact. He was beside himself, although I sense a hint of surprise. Nevertheless, he let himself go.

I want you inside me now! I straddled his legs, and he entered me completely. I started moving while he fondled my breasts and held onto my hips and buttocks tightly. I don't know how much time we spent like that, but my climax arrived and along with his. It was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had, spasms and moans dominated the moment. I was dizzy with pleasure and collapsed onto his chest. We stayed like that until we regained our senses. Our breathing became slower, and we became ourselves again. We looked at each other with some embarrassment and started laughing. I went to the bathroom to get dressed and when I returned, he was dressed and sitting on the sofa. He looked at me and said: We didn’t use protection! Oh, it hit me then. I hadn’t even thought about that significant detail; my desire had completely overridden it. I told him that while we had been irresponsible, I was taking the pill, so at least there wasn’t a pregnancy risk. I also mentioned that during my time in Korea, I hadn’t had s*x with anyone, because I hadn’t met anyone yet. When I traveled to my country and had s*x with my boyfriend, he always used condoms. I asked him if he used protection when he had s*x with others and he assured me that he was careful and that I shouldn’t worry. I don't know why, but that bothered me. It’s not like I expected him to be celibate, but I also didn't want him to be a womanizer who slept with everyone or many people.

He told me that in general despite being sought after, he hadn’t had many women in his life because his lifestyle got in the way of any potential romantic relationship. His focus was on his professional career, and he had no interest whatsoever in starting a family or having a girlfriend or any sort of relationship. He made that very clear without me even asking anything. I asked him if he wanted to continue having s*x with me, since I also wasn’t interested in a relationship, especially with someone so famous.

How old are you? I asked. He said thirty-one. Ah, I said, you’re younger than me; I’m thirty-six. It’s not a big difference for casual s*x, but could be for a relationship, especially when the woman is older, as women tend to be more mature.

I don’t think that’s my case, he said, because I’m quite mature. I left my parents' house at a young age, to live on my own due to my professional career. I’ve faced many situations while being alone that forced me to mature quickly. Nevertheless, I have no intention of being in a romantic relationship for now. I recently ended a relationship because she wanted me to spend more time with her and eventually formalize our relationship. I wasn't in love, but I did like her and enjoyed spending time with her whenever I wanted.

I told him that I did want to start a family at some point, but he shouldn’t worry about me; he wasn’t what I expected or wanted as a husband and the father of my children. He asked me why he didn't fit that role, and I told him that, first, he was younger than me, and while that wasn't a huge issue, it did matter to me at that moment. Moreover, I had no interest, unlike other women in dating someone so famous. You can’t live peacefully or do anything without other people knowing. I value anonymity, it provides a lot of freedom. Additionally, I don't like third parties interfering in or even managing a relationship. I had heard from others’ comments that Idols (K-pop singers) are controlled by their agencies, leaving them with little say in their careers and lives.

He told me that it had been a problem at the beginning, as once when he was much younger and had a high school girlfriend, the agency didn’t like her and made them break up. However, over the years, as they as a group gained more popularity, fame, and money, they started to have more freedom than many other Idols.

He also mentioned that now the members of his band chose their girlfriends without asking the agency's opinion, and the agency didn't interfere in their private lives unless strictly necessary.

We decided to keep seeing each other occasionally for casual s*x.

For about two months, we saw each other a lot, not just occasionally. We always met at my place since he was taking a big risk by bringing someone to his place, despite living in a private and well-guarded condominium, there were always fans or paparazzi lurking around, trying to capture a photo or scoop of him.

There were days when we spent many hours at my place. We had s*x, ate together, talked a lot, watched series and movies, played, and danced. I taught him Spanish, and he taught me Korean. He was very entertaining, and I laughed a lot at his antics. He was very spontaneous and loved to talk. He had charisma, which I think is why he was so popular. I taught him how to dance bachata, merengue, and salsa, which are tropical rhythms from Latin America. I told him about the salsa club in Seoul where I used to go dancing frequently and he got excited about going there someday.