How We Got Together


    Chapter #1

    This posting is based on a couple of DMs from members who asked for a bit more info on a few posts in the

    https://sbf.net.nz/showthread.php?t=605820&page=341

    thread. I discussed it with my SO and she said she was ok to share but without personal identifying details to protect both the innocent and guilty. She also doesn’t want to jazz or sex things up so it will be as factual as possible. She thinks might be fun for us to relieve the awkward early days that brought us together. She’s proofreading and vetting so i don’t end up writing something wrong and needing to sleep on the sofa with her doggy looking at me wondering wtf did you do wrong now

    So here goes our first attempt of documenting how we got together…..

    How we got together is the fault of others and under normal circumstances, we would be friends, close friends, but just friends. “K” was the BFF of my ex, “C”. I was with C for 5 years I often refer to as hell on earth. C was not a bad person, she was just caught up with being in the “in” crowd. She was a little bit spoilt and always wanted or needed something.

    One day her desire to be an “in” person led her down the path where she decided partying with someone else was more important than the relationship we had where we were engaged so we parted ways even though she felt we would eventually get back together once she “fully was ready to settle down”. I told her to stop deluding herself.

    I met K through C about a year into our relationship. K was overseas finishing her studies when C and I got together and they were BFFs so it was inevitable we would meet. My first impression of K was she was a sweet, polite, obviously well brought up and very humble. She is pretty tall at about 1.76, very athletic being a netballer and high jumper with brown eyes and naturally brown hair. She wan’t soft spoken by a long-shot and would speak her mind and didn’t take crap. She was the kind of person whom would back you if you were right but tell you if you were wrong.

    She had been dating her BF for about 6 years from when they were studying together overseas but while she would come home regularly, he would stay behind and come back only for Christmas so K and C would catch up regularly even if I were around and just talk about everyday stuff. I thought K was ok but honestly, there wasn’t any secret, hidden or taboo forbidden desire. She was just a friend who I would meet with C.

    K broke up with her BF about 6 months after I met her because she found out he was partying hard when she came home. She took the immediate decision to end the relationship because he had another strike against him for being a bit rude to her parents sometimes so out the door he went. She was hurt for sure but also very positive always saying,”better now than later, where it would be complicated.” They were planning to live together so she had an apartment on the way but she said, ”t’s no problem.” It turns out the ex also borrowed quite a bit of money from her too which she wrote off to have a clean break. Whenever she came back, she would never complain and just said, “take it as it comes.”

    The first Christmas get together at K’s house was an eye opener indeed. Things made more sense then. Her family are very well to do. Her dad and mum as well as her 2 siblings are tall and her dad is of mixed parentage which explains K’s eyes and hair. It’s clear they are a seriously close family but all of them are very humble but talk about anything and everything. This explains why she could write off the money her ex owed her to have a clean break and why respecting her family was so important to her. After we got together I discovered how close and open they are and I almost died of embarrassment!

    K would go on dates but always say, “they’re trying waaay too hard to get in my pants.” C would tease her about how the guy was cute or hot but K would shrug and just say mimbos don’t do it for her. She’s would rather be single with her doggy than with a guy who she wasn’t fully committed to.

    By this stage, I noticed the similarities between C and K. They both were athletic and fitness aware. They both had killer sense of humour and sharp. Yes, there were many differences too. K was humble, bought her clothes from Uniglo, would wear jeans and a polo, happily eat something healthy in a hawker centre and when she bought a car after graduation, she bought a Hyundai Accent even though she could have bought anything. C on the other hand was a branded girl where label and show was king.

    When C and I parted ways, I admit I was really down and moody. K would text me and check in from time to time but it took a few months before I was ok to meet up for coffee. Seeing K would remind me too much of C and would be too painful and she got it.

    It was nice to see K again. Her smile and bubbly nature as well as her sharp wit was fun. She met someone and went on a couple of dates but dumped him when he got too excited after finding out she was well to do so was in her words, “ long-term happily single again.”

    We would catch up regularly for coffee or watch a movie and go for a meal. She was always mindful to say things like, “hey, you got the last one so this one is on me”, or “my treat.” Sometimes I’d pick her up, sometimes she’d pick me up or sometimes we’d just use PT. I’d notice things about her that she was very discreet about. For example, during festive seasons, she would quietly walk past the cleaning aunty, wish her and give her an ang pow. Always very discreetly and without attention. She always said thank you aunty or uncle too.

    Yet, very honestly, I always saw K as a friend or a younger sister. There was too much history between C, K and myself that anything more would be awkward and I was sure she felt the same. We had been close friends for almost 4 years and I had genuine affection for her and I’m sure she felt the same way. When we went out there’d be guys checking her out because of her hight and maybe her athletic build but she truly either didn’t notice or didn’t care. We were at a burger place once, she went to place an order. When she returned she was red in the face and obviously pissed off. I naturally asked her what happened. Turns out at the counter some expat commented she looked hot and invited her to as party. She sarcastically said sure, let her get her boyfriend and we can all go together. He said to dump me and he would show her the time of her life. She replied (these are her exact words… I wrote it down that night it was so funny), “the only way a yellow fever infected cunt like yourself can show me the time of my life is to drop dead here and now cos I’d laugh my ass off. If you can’t do that, stop spoiling my night and know I’d rather drip molten steel into my veins than waste another second listening to your shit.” Like I said, total straight talker and not to be fucked with. I did tease her though and said but if someone heard I’m your boyfriend, might waste a genuine opportunity then how? She just looked at me with the look that said “not now dumbass, wrong time” and I decided to zip it.

    Over the times we would catch up, she would point out girls and suggest which ones would be suitable for me. She even offered a couple of times to approach them on my behalf. I’d always have to tell her “NO!” and she would burst out laughing.

    By this stage K had her apartment and I helped her choose furniture. Her taste was very elegant but again, not showy. The most important thing to her was it had to be comfortable, warm and feel like home. Yet, every night she’d go back to her parents’ home for dinner with her siblings and young nephew. I’d join a couple of times after furniture hunting or painting and it was very clear they were very close and discussed everything openly. Her mum would always ask if I found someone yet and K would say I was too fussy or too chicken and everyone would laugh at my obvious discomfort. But it was all good natured. Her dad would discuss work and ask what I thought and I’d give my opinion and he’d either nod or ask deeper questions.

    Sometime a couple of weeks later K was in a pensive mood and seemed to be deep in thought. We were at her place catching up before going out for dinner. I asked her what was wrong? She said just some work stuff that she had to decide on and it would be fine. That weekend she was going to watch a movie with a relative. Some horror flick so would be good to scream out frustrations. I told her to have a good time and tell me how it goes. She said ok and off we went for dinner.

    I think tis is a good place to end part one. Please do let us know if you want us to continue. Any suggestions are very welcome or even if you want us to stop. Also, if this is the wrong place to post this, please accept our apologies and pointing us to the right location. Thanks all!

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    Chapter #2

    Thank you for al the positive comments and feedback. K is genuinely surprised because she thought no one would care.

    Also, before we start part 2, K wants me to post a correction note so we don’t get PFOMA notice… She’s actually 1.75, not 1.76m tall. Her exacts words are as she watches me type this,”adding one cm here will lead down the slope to adding 1 inch there and at the end she’ll be a giraffe and I’ll be hung like a horse.” Like I said, straight talker with sharp wit. Also, I got a DM asking what she meant by “yellow fever” and if the guy who tried to hit on her was sick. It’s actually a slang term meant to describe males who have a clear sexual preference for asian women seeing them as easily impressed and easy marks. K isn’t. She’s not against any race and like I mentioned above, her dad is of mixed parentage, but she hates arrogant asshats who thinks all asian women will run into their arms because they happen to be white. Hope that explains it

    With that out of the way, on to part 2…

    K called me at about 3pm on Saturday and said her relative could not make it so she asked a friend who said yes but had a last minute family commitment so couldn’t make it for the movie either and so if I was free we could go together. I told her I don’t like scary movies and her response was, “just pretend,. You don’t you need to watch, just need you to not scream louder than me” and she started laughing. I said ok and so we prepared to meet later that evening and agreed to go for a late dinner before heading home. She wasn’t going to drive so I would send her back as I had to do something so could not pick her up.

    We met at the lobby before making our way to the cinema where we grabbed our seats. No popcorn or drinks as she’s not a snacker and I told her good, didn’t want to leave covered popcorn or drink spilled when she got scared. She just smiled and sat back.

    It was a typical horror movie which I genuinely don’t like but what to do. She was pretty cool too, slight shock movements and little squeals but nothing major. But as the action increased she would grab my arm and at the really scary parts the would hide her face in my shoulder and semi squeal or genuinely let out a yell. I told her I should have brought earplugs and she smacked my forehead in reply and smiled.

    After the movie we headed to grab dinner and just discussed daily stuff but she was still a little deep in thought. I asked her what was wrong but she said, “Just work stuff, difficult cases but will sort itself out eventually.” and changed topic. After dinner she said she needed to run up to Watson’s to pick up something and I said I would walk up with her but she said not necessary, the car was closer to the foodcourt and off she went. She got back a few minutes later and off we went to her place.

    Security let us back into her place with the usual park in visitor’s lot reminder. I remember it was a cool night and we decided to sit in the park under her block. As we chatted it did feel a little cool so asked her if she felt ok? She said yes but just rested her head on my shoulder as she spoke a little about her childhood memories. Eventually it was time for her to go and I got up to give her the usual goodbye hug. I could feel she was shivering a little so I said, “you better go,” and she nodded. But as I hugged her, she felt incredibly warm and honestly, the hug felt very different. It’s hard to describe, but the hug felt close and intimate and we hugged for longer than normal. As we let go, she looked at me deeply with her eyes and kissed me.

    Without exaggeration, the kiss was amazing. Her lips are full but they felt so soft. Honestly I felt immediately tingly as she kissed me again. This time we did let our tongues lightly touch and I felt as if fireworks were going off in my head. I cannot describe it any other way! I looked at her and I know I looked confused. She says even though I’m 4 years older than K, I looked like a kid who got caught eating cake and didn’t know wether to run or take another bite. She put the confusion I was rest and just said quietly, ““please stay with me because I don’t want to be alone after that movie.” I said ok and we went up to her place.

    When we got through the door, she dropped her bag, closed the door and kissed me again, this time much more intimately but I could still feel her trembling. She let go and went to make us 2 cups of Sencha as I sat on the sofa looking like a more confused little boy (again, her description). She came back, rested her head on my shoulder and said nothing but I knew she was thinking. After a while, she looked up at me and kissed me in a way that blew my mind. As we kissed, she moved to sit on my lap facing me as she ran her hands through my hair.

    When our lips parted, I was afraid of where things were going because I did not want to lose a friend over a ONS. I told her, “I think we better stop.” She said, “no, I have wanted to be with you for a long time and if we stop now, we will never be here again.” I told her I didn’t want a ONS with her because I genuinely cared for her. She said she didn’t want a ONS either and that whatever happens will be between us only and we should see where this goes if I wanted to. I sat quietly and to break the tension, she said she was going to have a shower and when she came out if I felt bad or this was wrong I could leave with nothing changing our friendship. I said ok and she picked up her bag and went to her bedroom.

    After about fifteen minutes K came out in her typical home oversized t-shirt and wet hair. She sat down beside me, didn’t say anything but rested her head on my shoulder, held my hand and closed her eyes. I used my right hand to brush her cheek and felt her soft skin as she snuggled deeper on my shoulder. I said to her that if something happened between us, it would affect her relationship with C. She replied she knew but sometimes its worth taking a chance when something feels right. She said she wanted me to stay the night but it was up to me. “Have a shower and see how you feel,” was all she said and went back to snuggling on my shoulder. I said ok as I got up and headed to the shower. I’ve showered at her place before especially after helping her move in or furniture moving. so this was nothing unusual. Inside, was laid out a towel, t-shirt, a pair of shorts and toothbrush, with a little handwritten note that said, “I have wanted to be with you for a long time, not because of anything else but the person you are and how you make me feel.” Talk about heart melt moment right! I still have the note in the safe

    I came out of the bathroom and K was already in bed under her blanket which was pulled up to her neck. She just smiled and said softly, “since you’re wearing the t-shirt and shorts, you’ll stay?”. I replied that I would and joined her in bed. She scrunched up beside me and rested her head on my chest and put her arm around me and said, “thank you”.

    This is where I think we will end part 2. Part 3 will follow soon. Happy Friday to all.

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    Chapter #3

    Thank you everyone for the very kind and encouraging words. K and I are really is blown away with the responses. We hope part 3 will not disappoint.

    We lay in bed for quite a while without saying anything. I’m sure she could hear my heart pounding as much as I could feel hers on my arm. We just lay in bed with what I describe as a very comfortable silence but an awkward stiffness. As she held me tighter I would run my hand over her arm and give her a slight peck on her forehead. After what felt like hours but in reality would have been about 20 minutes K lifted her head and kissed me on the lips very lightlyand she looked directly into my eyes. I felt like she was staring into my soul. I kissed her back as we embraced before she interlocked her fingers around mine and brought my hand to her chest.

    K describes her bust as a generous B or stingy C. Either way it felt magical. No sag but a defined shape and standing proud. I must have looked shocked because she just said, “it’s ok” released her hand from mine and kissed me again. I could feel her breath on my face and the warmth of her body through her t-shirt. If I’m going to be honest, I did not feel her nipple but felt the full shape if her breast on my hand. I know I was breathing pretty fast and this was making me light headed. K was running her hands over my chest too and lightly brushed my nipple which made me twitch. She pulled back from her kiss, looked into my eyes and said, “your weak spot?” I made some stupid comment about getting caught off guard and she touched my nipple again with her fingernail which made me jump. With a naughty cheeky smile she said, “I wonder where else makes you twitch.”

    I’ve got to be clear that she wasn’t being “naughty” or “kinky”, she was actually genuinely curious as I found out later. This whole time my hand was on her left breast, not moving, just there stationary. She just said, “there is another next to it you can touch too you know.” Now that was her being naughty in her mischievous way.

    That’s when I allowed my hand to fully appreciate the size and shape of her bust and I felt her nipple against my palm, so I let my finger circle it. This caused K to take a sharp breath. As she exhaled she whispered, “it’s my weakness too”. So this was my turn to say, “I wonder where else…”. She looked at me and said with her sweetest smile, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

    As we kissed and our tongues met, I admit I was getting a little bit too excited and it showed through my breathing but again, I was conflicted and holding back because I didn’t want to ruin a special friendship. I will say right now that K and I have a special bond. It’s hard to explain but she can tell what I am thinking and I can do the same with a look. All she said was, “I’d rather know that always wonder.” With that, she lifted my t-shirt and kissed my nipple. This caused the fireworks in my head to turn nuclear and K’s response? “caught off guard my ass.”

    As fast as things were progressing, we were still under the blanket with the only light being nightlight on the bedside table. As we kissed, K moved her body and positioned herself on top of me. She held my hands with our fingers interlocking as we kissed while she rested her body on mine. I had to bend my legs to prevent her feeling the state I was in and this worked for a while before she moved her body down and I was pressing against the fabric of her panties. What did K do? Nothing. She didn’t move, she didn’t grind, she didn’t say anything. She just bay there with her forehead against mine and breathing slowly. I could feel her warmth through her panties and I am sure she could feel me too but still she said nothing. Then finally, she said, “I am scared.” I asked her about what? Was she scared of how our friendship would change? How we couldn’t wind back the clock? Basically all the fears I had.

    She said, “I am afraid I will disappoint you.” I looked at her and asked her what she meant and she said it had been years since she had been intimate with anyone, the last being her ex. I looked at her asking if she was serious and she said, “yes, it’s the truth.” she had been on a couple of dates and had exchanged kisses but that’s it. No other intimacy because people were trying too hard to get into he pants as she says or hoping to use her for gain. This girl is sharp and fast and her bullshit detector is military grade. I told her I was afraid I would disappoint her too and she said, “the only way I would have been disappointed is if you left tonight.” Another total heart melt moment right there. With that, we just embraced and held each other without talking.

    I know she must have felt awkward because after a while she lifted her head and with a straight face just said, “err, do you mind if I move because otherwise you’re going to poke a hole through your shorts and my panties.” Her funny side had returned. Maybe as a self defence mechanism. I felt terribly embarrassed and just let out a sorry with a grimace. She giggled and said, “it’s ok and good to know you feel the same way I do.” she then lifted my tshirt again and teased my nipples with her tongue while I ran my hands up her back which she said felt good. Her skin was so smooth and soft with her toned back giving her a pleasing shape and doing this also made her oversized sleeping t-shirt ride up her back and expose her breasts. I remember looking at her and saying, “your t-shirt is not covering you.” She looked at me, without missing a beat she replied, “and? what are you going to do?” I hesitated and thought of what to say which caused her to roll her eyes, move herself higher so her breasts were in front of my eyes and said, “well?” I gently kissed her breast and ran my tongue over her nipple which made her sigh and whisper, “I really like that too.” This also made her relax her hips enough that the warmth panties was directly on the bulge of my shorts but this time she was moving her hips very slightly as her breathing got deeper and slower.

    Then she lifted her chest and body till she was sitting almost upright. With one motion she removed her t-shirt and started pulling mine off. As she bent forward to kiss me again I got my first glance of her toned body. It took my breath away. By this stage I was very turned on as was K and I had to stop her and said, “we really should stop. If we carry on, we will get into trouble because I don’t have protection and I’m pretty sure you don’t either if what you said earlier was true.” She immediately smacked my forehead and said, “I don’t lie and that’s why I went to Watsons.” I looked at her and said, “you knew?” She replied, “no, but I hoped and I really didn’t know till you decided to stay.”

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    Chapter #4

    Thank you for all the comments and feedback for what we have shared. We are humbled.

    I would also like to respond here to three DMs received in case anyone else shares the same thoughts.

    Firstly, yes, K is a real person and we have been together over four years. She wants to be open and honest with what we write so nothing is made up but does not want to give out personal details.

    Secondly, since our honest and frank talk the day after we got together, we don’t discuss our exes or past hurts. We like to look forward towards the future and not backwards. I also don’t want to slime anyone as it’s not my style. I hope you understand.

    Finally, after a bit of a discussion, she’s ok with as bit more intimate detail but she doesn’t want to make it sound like a fuckathon. It wasn’t. What we write is what happened.

    I hope readers understand

    On with part 4 of our story…..

    True to form, she bent over to the side of her bed, picked up her bag and took out the green Watsons plastic bag with a box inside. I asked her what she got and her reply was classic K… “does the brand matter more or what it does because they all do the same job.” Got to love her. Later though she would come to admit she grabbed the first box she saw to get out of there as quickly as possible. As I type this part she is looking at me slightly embarrassed. LOL.

    There is no dignified way to open a new box of condoms in a semi darkened room. Its like the cellophane wrapper is designed to strip your dignity as you wrestle with the packaging. K was giggling at this stage at my frustration saying, “what’s wrong? you look very flustered.” eventually though I won the battle and had the box opened and removed a square foil parcel. K became quiet again and I could see her nervousness. I kissed her and asked her what was wrong? Her confidence was gone and replaced with a sweet gentle vulnerability that captured my heart. Quietly she repeated again, “It’s been a long time and I don’t want to disappoint you.” Then she said, “please be gentle.” I asked her if she prefer we just lie down and hold each other and she said, “no, I’ve wanted this for a long time but please be gentle.” with that, K removed her panties and kissed me deeply. As she was kissing me, she reached down and removed my shorts. I am sure she felt the sudden jerk as the shorts released me because she took a sharp breath. She repeated, “please be gentle” but added, “I don’t want to wait any more.” I removed the wrapper and unrolled the condom on myself before looking down at K’s body. She really was fit and toned. Her brown eyes were stunning in its brightness and her smile was mesmerising. I had to admit she was gorgeous now that I removed the platonic barrier that used to be between us (she’s blushing now and smacking my arm).

    As I lowered my body to hers, she was tense but excited. Yet her legs were straight and just slightly parted. Her breath quickened as our bodies met. I could feel the absolute heat between her legs and as the condom touched the apex of her thighs K let out a breath and lowered herself on me. She stared deeply into my eyes as the initial resistance was met by a rush of silky warmth she quietly whispered, “Oh God you feel so fucking good”. I admit she felt amazing. Like no other experience I had ever felt before. The nuclear explosions in my head became supernovas as K parted her thighs and wrapped her legs around my waist. Her eyes were now closed and she was breathing rapidly. As we kissed I felt how full her lips had become as her mouth was ajar and she was sighing. Then she held me tight and her legs pulled me closer. Her breathing quickened and her back arched as she just called out my name and said, “I’m cumming!” and then she shuddered as she held me.

    That was the first time she had an orgasm that night and according to her she had three before she asked me to cum too. I told her it’s ok, I didn’t need to because I wanted her to feel good but she replied, “either you cum or or I’ll make you cum” and she did! Very successfully.

    After that, something funny happened which we both pointed out the next day. I didn’t get up to go to the shower and neither did she. We both didn’t feel dirty or yucky, we both just held each other as she fell asleep on my chest holding me with my arms around her.

    There was no crazy acrobatics, no multiple positions and no screaming dirty talk. There was just the two of us together forming a bond. A bond that has lasted over 4 years and a bond where I can be anywhere in the world for work and she doesn’t doubt I’m faithful and no matter where I am, I trust her completely. A bond that we can communicate with a look and laugh with no words shared. A bond that when I am down, she will just sit beside me quietly and when she’s down, she can rest her head on my shoulder or chest and feel better. Yet, she was able to completely blow my mind soon after which made the next meeting with her parents and siblings so awkward I wanted to cover my head with a pillowcase but that comes later.

    That morning, I woke up first, but it was more like a series of short naps. K was still asleep with her arms around me and I was struck by the innocence of face. I still had my left arm around her and i ran my fingers along the small of her back and traced the silhouette or her butt. I will be truthful and say my mind was still racing but I also remember being amazed at how shapely and firm her butt was. Yup, guys will be guys.

    K soon stirred and opened her eyes. She smiled kissed my chest and said good morning. I asked her if she felt ok she just smiled and nodded. I saw her vulnerable side again with her amor stripped away. The confidence was put away and in its place was the K i see when she plays with her nephew. The sweet, loving and tender side of her. We were laying in bed, having shared our most intimate night together and here she was, shy and embarrassed. She got up, put on her oversized t-shirt and scooted off to the bathroom for her morning routine. I stayed in bed thinking of the night’s events and wondering what next. I knew we would need to talk about things but what to say!

    She came out all cleaned and dressed and just said, “do you want a new towel or was last night’s ok?” Ahh K was back! Yet, I could see she was also thinking. I washed up and changed as I had to get back home. Her doggy was hanging around me sniffing with eyes that were just looking straight at me. K had prepared another 2 cups of Sencha and asked what I wanted for breakfast. I said nothing which led to a short lecture of the importance of breakfast and taking care of myself.

    Yes, she was feeling as uncomfortable as I was. Not uncomfortable to be in each other’s company, but uncomfortable with the idea we would eventually need to talk about what happened and what next. K broke the tension by asking what I had planned for that day and I told her I needed to finish some work for a meeting on Monday and she said yeah, she would go to her parents that afternoon as she couldn’t stay for dinner since her parents had a function to attend and she wanted to see her nephew. After some further small talk I said I’d better go.

    In my heart, it felt like things had changed and the fracturing of a friendship had begun. Yes, K agrees I can be slightly pessimistic sometimes. I wanted to sit and talk things out there and then but there was no opening. None at all. K got up, gave me the tightest hug and kissed me lightly on the lips. Then she said, “hey, I have zero regrets about last night. We are both adults and I want you in my life but you decide if I am what you want or not, no games, no guilt, no bullshit, just be honest with yourself and with me ok?” K’s straight talk was back and her eyes looked directly at me as she spoke.

    I told her I needed to process things but promised her I would be honest with what I would say and she said, “thank you.”

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    Chapter #5

    Quote:

    Originally Posted by

    zorro539

    All I will say bro, is you lucked it out, this is a real gem.

    It is rare that a SO will tolerate or (whether candidly or not) accept, as your K has, her partner/bf/hubby coming to view any post or comment here.

    Thank you all for the very encouraging comments. We were a bit tied up today so couldn’t post the next part, but based on some feedback, we might add some contect.

    Also Zorro539, yes, she is a real gem to me . She honestly doesn’t mind reading the forum with me and she will say, “oooh! must try ‘this’ or ‘that’, but only with me.” She knows about my past and is practical enough to know after I broke up with C, there would have been self service with visual aids, but no commercial escapades. Likewise I know her past and she has said she has also had self service sessions but her visual aids were erotic stories, not pictures or porn. The important thing is we trust each other and she has said many times before, “a woman always knows deep down in her heart of hearts if her partner is lying or being unfaithful, it’s just wether she wants to admit or see it or not.”

    When we post the next part, we will try to make it clearer. We have no secrets.

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    Chapter #6

    The next chapter…

    I remember the drive home being surreal. It was still early so traffic was light but my mind was racing with many thoughts and unformed ideas. Back home I couldn’t really concentrate on work. I remember reading the same page many times, reading the words, understanding the meaning of the words but not comprehending the contents of the page. I usually speed read but couldn’t do that now. It was frustrating but deep down I knew it was because my mind was occupied by the night before.

    Eventually I gave up, went to the sofa closed my eyes and started to think. K was a great person but why did I never see her in a romantic light. I realised if I was going to be honest with myself that i had always put the friendship barrier in place because of my past relationship with C. I also was finally prepared to admit I always had affection and a soft spot for K but I had always thought she was not looking for a relationship because of past hurt and because she was dedicated to her work.

    Then something struck me. I realised my stomach was burning. Not because I was hungry but there was this burning desire to be sitting next to K. I suddenly had the veil lifted and clearly saw that we didn’t have sex. Yes, the act was sex, but we actually made love. I don’t know if anyone reading this knows what I mean. Yes, we banged, bonked, fucked or however you want to put it. The physical act happened. But there was such a deep emotional element where we were present to each other. I saw other things clearly now too. We didn’t talk or text every day. Yet, when I received a text from her it always made me smile. We didn’t meet every day or every week. Yet when we did meet it felt like we had always been together. I need to travel regularly for work and apart from my mum, she’s the only person to message me to see if I had arrived and how my day was. Finally, last night, she didn’t call me baby or dear, she called my name as we were making love. That’s when I knew I wanted K in my life.

    I dropped K a message to say I needed to talk to her and she replied, “see you at 6 my place?” I replied ok and tried to get back to work with time passing so slowly. I remember constantly looking at my watch and finally I got ready and headed over to see K. I buzzed her intercom and she let me in. Her front door was open and I closed it behind me. I walked to her sitting room and saw K sitting on her sofa. She has her oversized t-shirt on and her knees were pulled to her chest with her t-shirt covering her legs and her doggy sitting beside her. I sat on the other end of the sofa and looked at K. She looked stunningly gorgeous. Big brown eyes, hair pushed back with a hairband but still there was an air of vulnerability. She just said,”hey, you ok?” I replied, “yes, but we need to talk.” She looked down and said softly, “I know.”

    After a couple of minutes of silence, I said I’d go first and she just nodded but still looking down with her chin against her knees.

    I told her I’d done a lot of thinking and I explained what had gone through my mind. She listened quietly and kept stroking her doggy. I realised I was taking too long to get to the end point so I said, “K, I do care for you a lot and I really do want you in my life and to find out together where we go from here.” I looked up and saw K was looking directly at me. She was smiling and hugging her legs as she softly whispered, “I’d like that too.” She got up, walked over to me and rested her head on my shoulders as she sat down.

    I told her that there are a couple of issues though like her relationship with C and how this would change. K said she knows but this felt right. It felt right for a while and the feeling in her heart kept getting stronger. She said I just grew on her and she never felt so comfortable with anyone else before, not even her ex. Then she melted my heart again when she said, “I dream of you when I go to sleep and think of you when I wake. At work you’re on my mind and no matter what happens thinking of you makes it better. I’ve hid it and shut it in a box but the box couldn’t contain the feelings any more. If you had left last night I would have buried the box but now I can open the box and breathe.” I asked her again, “why me when you can have literally anyone, people are always trying to get your attention.” She replied, “because you see me for me and I can be me around you.”

    The next thing I said to her was how do we tell her parents and when would be a good time. Her reply really made me want to shrink and disappear. She said she already told her mum a couple of months ago how she felt about me and how the feelings were getting stronger. Her mum advised her to talk to me honestly. Then she dropped the bombshell…. That afternoon she told her mum we had spent the night together. If my eyes opened any wider I think my eyes would have fallen out of my skull. I asked her, “is your mum pissed or upset?” K replied, “Nah, she just asked how it was, did everything work as it should, and did you perform adequately so I told her pass on all fronts and it was great.” Like I said, her family are close and share everything. She said her mum replied that was good and now we needed to decide what we wanted and how to move forward.

    K did then say very plainly, “for this to work from my end you have to promise me three things. Don’t ever cheat on me, don’t ever lie to me and don’t disrespect my family. I promise I will do the same for you.” I told her no problem there and she said ok.

    She told me about all the hurts with her ex, how she had never had an orgasm with him, how in her subconscious she must never have fully trusted him because she never let him touch her without a condom and how she was prepared to forget about the money he owed her just to be rid of him. Likewise I told her about C; many things she already knew because apparently girls share more with each other than guys do. She cracked a joke that still gets me. She said, “for all you put up with, you’re either a saint or a dumbass, either way it works out well for me,” as she gave her beaming smile. These are the moments with K I’ll always remember.

    She very matter of factly then said, “ok, I am booked for a contraceptive shot tomorrow so at the same time we can get an STD screen and then forget about condoms because I really want to feel you.” Just like that, decision made, no need to discuss, topic closed and on to the next thing. LOL.

    That night we just sat and talked about many things, openly and truthfully. We didn’t make love, we just talked and it was as beautiful as the night before. Her family accepted me. The first time I went to her parents place after we decided to be together I was nervous. Her mum knew we had been intimate so how would she view me? What about her dad and siblings? Every time I asked K, she just said it would be ok, but guys, you know the anxiety I’m sure. So as we walked in the home, her mum gave me a hug, so did her siblings which surprised me. Her dad said hello, shook my hand and said we would talk later. After dinner, we went to the dad’s study and after some general small talk asked if I was serious about K. I said yes, I was, very serious. He sat back in his chair, looked at me and said just don’t hurt her. I promised I would not and he shook my hand again and that was it. My mum loves K like a daughter enough that she sides with K more than me…..

    COVID came shortly after and we decided to move in together before the CB kicked in but she had to go to work for extended periods. She would come home so very exhausted after work but still smile. No matter how bad that day had been she would always try and be positive. She did break down a couple of times and would just want to be held. Yet, she is such a strong person that I can draw from her strength. Every day we seem to get closer and as she says, “alone, I am not afraid to face anything but with you beside me, it’s so much easier.”

    We have been together over four years now and I agree fully.

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    Chapter #7

    Quote:

    Originally Posted by

    blu3fin

    Came for sex… stayed for the love story.

    Wish you guys the best of luck and happiness.

    And… knn… 4 years liao still waiting for what 😆

    Hi Blu3fin…

    We have spoken about getting married, we bought each other rings and around her family and relatives she often calls me hubby. We do want to take it slow though for a couple of reasons. The biggest being what happened before. Her parents have said don’t don’t need to be married as long as you’re prepared to care for each other so we don’t have pressure.

    Since you came for the sex and a couple of people have also asked for more juicy detail she’s ok with us sharing a little detail.

    She was (and still is) quite shy. I guess most ladies are… The first time I tried to give her oral sex she kept saying no and pulled me up or pushed my head to the side. She never had oral sex before, neither giving nor receiving. So one night when she was asleep I went down on her and she woke up moaning and ran her fingers through my hair and when she had an orgasm, she literally screamed and pulled my mouth so tightly against herself I could feel her pussy muscles spasm against my tongue and taste her silky nectar flowing. She couldn’t talk or move for about 10 minutes after.

    The first time she gave me oral sex came out of the blue. We were making love and I was getting close. She was on top of me. As the feeling reached the climax point, she literally jumped off and starting sucking me and the feeling was so intense I thought my head imploded. But I was struggling because I didn’t know how she would react but she kept going till I exploded in her mouth but she didn’t stop and kept going. When she finally released me from her mouth she was grinning like the Cheshire cat, came up to my ears and whispered, “your semen tasted amazing and now it’s going to be absorbed into my body and you’ll always be in me and with me.” I cannot explain how loved and special what she said made me feel.

    One day, she was getting ready to go to work and I couldn’t stop myself from just throwing her down and taking her, she had no time to wash up again so put her panties on smacking my arm telling me how terrible I was and rushed out to work. That day she would send me texts say things like, “OMG, I can feel your semen inside me and it’s making me so horny.” The last message was, “be home in 45 and you better be ready cos I am going to fuck your brains out.” K is usually not so graphic with her words but this shows you how turned on she was and yup, when she got home I was punished adequately

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    Chapter #8

    Quote:

    Originally Posted by

    Balluz

    Fuck, i have a crush on a friend too, knew her since sec school, for 18 years already, but our contact is very on and off.

    Was having r/s issue when she came back into my life on my bday after my insta post. She said something that struck me good and i guess it started there kinda, my ex broke up with me a few days later so i guess i didn’t cheat…?

    Then we kept in regular contact since and I’ve help her with her work since i’m the only one she knows who can do that stuff. At first i thought i was just being used but i cannot help being, i wouldn’t say attracted but well, attracted to her.

    Then, finally, i think we asked each other out mutually, since we haven’t met for a long time and some of the work is easier done together. I got more excited, not like super excited but there’s something stirring, as the day got closer. And when im showering before heading out, my brain just go full R and said “im going on a date!” to which i had to tell it to STFU and stop being stupid.

    I met her, alone for the first time and god i can only say she’s so womanly now (was tomboyish back then) and for weird reason i am comfortable with her as it goes, like actually comfortable. I didn’t freeze in silence much and things flowed well. We have lunch, then work and urgh her side view when she’s focused.

    We met more, both alone and with a mutual friend quite a lot since and she’s quite open in talking to me about many stuff. We play games a lot with each other and all.

    But here’s the kicker, she calls me brother and have quite openly told me im bro-zoned. So yea, on hand i don’t know what to do, sometimes the liking goes away but the moment she messages me it’s back. Being with her is so comfortable, even in total silence it’s not awkward, i’ve never felt that way before in such entirety.

    I know i left out a lot of details but im also kinda tired so yea. Maybe i might make a thread for proper advice, but i guess i wanna leave this here first.

    Hi Balluz, SO’s female opinion is that your friend obviously knows or picked up your vibe of being into her and she’s either:

    A) not comfortable and that’s why she’s explicitly said you’re “bro zoned”

    B) not comfortable but still wants/needs you around and so calls you brother

    C) just isn’t ready for anything with anyone.

    K’s suggestion is to take a deep breath, be happy to be friends and to see how things go. The more you overthink it, the more likely you’ll push her away.

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    Chapter #9

    funfox, ssspikeee, johnnydsg, jgosh80, muttonsoup126 (hopefully we haven’t left anyone out, if we have, our apologies!), thank you all for the very kind words and wishes. As we were reading the comments and feedback today and she’s been genuinely surprised how much positive vibes people are giving. So thank you all very much.

    Both of us, in putting this down into written word, did it for two reasons. Firstly, it was a good reminder for us of our journey together. In remembering the first steps we took, we were able to laugh at ourselves over our awkwardness. We were able to relive the excitement and also cherish the warm memories.

    There are many things we did not write. She’s embarrassed by some of them like how I am blown away with her kindness to people. For example, one day during her break she and some colleagues went to the canteen. They saw the cleaner sit down and and while opening the packet of economy rice, it fell. K noticed the cleaner clean up the spilt food and sit down with a cup of coffee and didn’t get any food to replace what had fallen. K guessed the cleaner might not have been able to afford anything else because the food there isn’t cheap so she discreetly bought a packet of rice from the canteen and gave it to the cleaner and went back on to work. I did not know any of this till a work get together where a couple of her colleagues told me. K was embarrassed as hell and kept saying “shhh” or that it was nothing, but this is the person K is.

    Like I tell her, “she makes me want to be a better person.”

    If there’s anything anyone would like to know, feel free to ask, but she’s very cautious of giving out personal info.

    Thank you all again for reading and taking the time to write your comments.

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    Chapter #10

    Quote:

    Originally Posted by

    DickyWang

    I came here for a wank and do a report of my recent trip. I didn’t expect to read your post on the other thread and somehow I got swept over here. Your love story with K is so well written, sweet and wholesome that it made the cynical and bitter me melt (a bit).

    If your story is real, I really wish you and K all the best. A connection like this comes once or twice in a lifetime for some people … and never comes at all for others

    Hi DickyWang. I know how you feel. K says I should be honest and admit as I was writing I would look at her and smile with a teary eye. I tell her the room is dusty but she just just gives me the middle finger.

    Yes, the story is real and K is real. I had to leave out some details and information because some of it was too personal or identifying.

    Both of us are truly blessed to have the chance to be in each other’s life because we both agree we enrich the other. Both of us had very destructive and very toxic relationships in the past. K was very badly hurt and she quite honestly had given up on relationships. She constantly gets hit on, even now. The very few times she was forced into dating, people were either trying to show her off, or trying to get in her pants or trying to impress her. Ultimately, we both agree that we grew on each other. We were friends that did not expect anything of each other but were there for each other.

    K says the thing that smacked her between her eyes and made her realise she was developing feelings was that for some unknown reason, I’d pop up (send her a text, call or drop her an email) always at the time she needed it most. For me, every time she reached out, I’d smile. When we went out or went for coffee or even dropping by her place, she always could be herself and let her guard down. For her, the last nail in the coffin (her description LOL) was how we could communicate without words. Just a look and we would burst out laughing, or I’ll give her a hug and tell her things will be ok, especially if it was a bad day.

    Since you came for a wank………

    Before we first slept together, she never ever experienced an orgasm. With her ex, she always made sure he wore a condom and always had to have lube or it would hurt. That first night, she bought condoms and lube from Watson’s (omitted the lube in the posting because thought it was TMI). I opened the condoms but not the lube. She opened it instead and put it on the bedside table to be ready. No shit, when she took off her panties she was so shocked and said very excitedly, “OMG!!! I’m so wet!!! I’ve never ever been wet!!! WTF!!!???” She was genuinely amazed, fascinated and excited. LOL She’s embarrassed now. she was so wet no lube was needed at all and no lube needed ever since. When she had her orgasm, her face was flushed red and even a couple of veins on her cheek popped up, her chest was as red as a tomato and her nipples were beyond erect. All she said was, “OMG, I actually came….” Then a while later, " OMG, you’re making me cum again!" If you know K, she’s actually a very calm and measured person, even when she speaks so this was so out of character and it still makes up laugh.

    Thank you again for the kind words and we are truly thankful to be this fortunate.

    Post #37
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