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I am not a believer of relationships or even marriage for that matter. What happened recently over the last 3 months made more all the more skeptical about being seriously involved.
Eugene, a friend of mine since secondary school days, has Ashley for 3 years now. A miracle that they lasted so long, and here’s why.
Eugene is a well rounded individual in the most literal sense and stands at 1.65 weighing like a whale. He doesn’t have a fanciful car unless you consider a Chevy flashly - certainly not the bumble bee (transformers) type chevy. He has a modest job and does not flash credit cards like his father was Lee Ka Shing. What makes him more irritable in my opinion was the fact that he drinks big time… and I swear that if he owns a pub, he will certainly drown himself sitting in front of the beer dispenser.
Ashley, on the other hand, has a very angelic look wiith sharp chin and nose with big eyes. IMHO, she puts some FHM Girls to shame and indeed she was in some print ads in magazines. Her body was hour glass but I am not statistician and she does have enviable boobs which I will attest in the later part of my story. Ash, complementarily, loves to dance and to any music. Rock, retro, techno… what the hell, she will dance to anything with anyone who can carry a beat.
In summary, Beauty and Beast in a disco.
Ash is a great communicator and she warms up to people fast. She keeps teasing me about my lack of seriousness in relationship. Some times, she would comment jokingly that I would never get serious enough for her to consider me. I get on with her well but never really got off with her until January.
Speaking of Eugene’s drinking issue, it has affected me somewhat. On too-many-to-recall occasions, I would receive calls at wee hours in the morning from Ash to pick them out after their eventful night out. Most of the time I obliged but grudgingly.
It happened again in January, when my alcoholic friend decided that he would waste his paycheck on drinks and me watching his paycheck evolved into wasteful chunks by the pavement.
A call from Ash came at 4pm in the morning right after my team got thrashed in a Premier League game. Filling hungry, I decided to pick them up, dropped them off like a taxi-uncle and forgetting to charge by the meter or kilometers
At the usual spot of pick up I parked along side to see my wasted mate with the usual watery paychecks right beside the kerb and also a very pretty Ash in a bright red halterneck (the flimsy one) and short tight skirt. It was a sight of what-the-fuck vs want-the-fuck.
As I carry my buffalo weight-alike friend and shove him to the back seat of my little mini, I could feel that petrol prices was expensive again carrying that weight. However, unless previous times, Ash didn’t take the passenger seat at the back but sat herself to my left.
I casually mentioned that I wanted to get food and she told me to sent Eugene home first and she would like to get some food as well. I thought nothing of it but in all honesty, I have never had a meal with her alone.
Fetching Eugene home was the easy part, getting his intoxicated body to his doorstep was a nightmare, and it doesn’t help that he stay a storey above the landing lift floor.
While Eugene and I stayed in the east while Ash in central, I was suggesting some hawker place that’s 24 hour.
Ash: I would like to drink some more…
Me: Sure let’s get some place with food and drinks.
Ash: let’s go your place?
Me: I don’t want to eat instant noodles? I have wine at home but can we get some Macs first.
Ash: …
I love Drive Thru… so convenient and efficient.
Back at my place, I own a studio apartment with no kitchen no rooms and no covered washroom just a shower curtain to block the wate from causing a tsunami within the abode. It’s certainly not the most ideal place for an overnight party unless you can hold your bladder, go to the basement, walk a few blocks and go to the security guards toilet.
Ash has been around my place a few times but always with Eugene. I have no sofa but a nice comfy bed which obviously becomes the sitting area. The first thing Ash asked was for my bathroom. Quite blatant I thought, and of course, pretending to be gentlemanly, I went to pick up the glasses and a bottle of not so pretentious and dunno made in what year red wine.
When I turned back from the other side of the room, Ash was sprawling over my bed and making herself comfortable. I dropped myself on the only big beanbag I have and toss her the glass.
I have to say Big Mac and Red Wine do no go well together.
I don’t know if it was the wine, but Ash complained that it was warm when my freaking air-con was at 22 degree. However, she was sitting in a position where her short skirt couldn’t cover enough of her white lacy panties which got me to think, hell it’s really getting hot… Moments later, we were into our second bottle and I couldn’t have drunk more than 2 glasses. Ash was more and more at ease and before I knew it her entire skirt was raised up to the extent that I can even see her pub hair in her lacy see-thru wear….
to be continued….
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Originally Posted by
geckoSG
not bad, but you dun have 4PM at wee hours in the morning… LOLzzz
Ha ha ha… how true.. no 4pm in wee hours. but certainly no proof-reader at 9pm.
Honestly, I did screw a close friend’s girl before (now his wife), not just once, but for a couple of times. First time got to know her was in uni, we were staying at the hall, then one night she came over to my room, we talked a bit, had some wine, then fucked for the first time. Then we felt guilty about it because she was already seeing my friend then, so we avoided each other.
Second time we did it was when we already graduated, and I bumped into her at a pub– we headed straight for the toilet for a quickie, then the week after that we were at her place.
The last time we did it was a week before her wedding to my friend 2 years ago, and to keep us both sane, I moved to work in China for 6 months, and didn’t even keep in contact when I came back. All the better.
I say, in this forum you can never please all. Could anyone tell me again what are all the points and power for? One nice bro increased my points (thank you very much - I take it a vote of confidence which may just encourage me write porn stories as a livelihood someday.) Another greater bro docked my points commenting “Copycat” without further explaination (thank you very much too - sue me for plagiarising but can you tell me where from?). I am most inclined to cut and paste and add more spicy bits to the story.
on Bro Torresisking: I supposed you never walk alone ? I like shearer but 1 pt from this morning’s game ain’t gonna stop my luney toons army from dropping. Yeah and we bloody got thrashed by rovers that morning.
on Bro Alfa-casanova: I think you should change your nick to Beta (better) casanova…
I shall continue…
… I guess guys, me for one, prefer the sight of flesh through a semi-transparent wear. Creators and designers for booty lace thong deserve to be put on the pedestal for worship.
I felt high suddenly perhaps by the surge of blood to both heads. Nonetheless, I figure that she was totally oblivious of her uninhibited exhibition as a result of a lot of wine + what have her before. Acting nonchalant, I turn to reach for my soggy fries (chili fries and wine urrrgh..)
Ash: you don’t like what you see?
Me: huh?
Ash: this… (as she spread her thighs to confirm my assessment of her undies.)
Me: …..
Ash: you like this (purring her right hand over her patch and rubbing it a little)
Me: (as gentlemanly) I think you drank too much.
Ash: uhuh… I know you are not Eugene. (Great! The wine must have made her think I am Brat Pit.)
Ash pulled her halterneck over her head and dropped it to just above her mammaries. (Great! no bra too! - Eugene is one lucky bastard…)
Me: …
Ash: you don’t want to see this? (flashing her C cups quickly - and no… I still don’t know the stats.
Two thoughts appeared in two different heads: go for it mate or run for it mate. I edged forward in an attempt to grab the bedsheet while she just dropped her top with the strings dangling. I could have sworn my popping eyes could have allowed me in on Ripley’s Believe it or not. C Cup - anything that my hands can’t cup is C or bigger. Very pinkish yet erected nipples. I made another attempt to cover her with the sheets but she instantaneously took my right hand to touch her god-bless mother nature. Not the least sagging but firm yet soft. I ran my fingers on her soft lumps and she let out a soft moan. Nympho or just plain high on wine?! I work my both hands around her slim body - the kind that marie france should pay a bomb as their spokesperson - and her boobs on my body just made me melt.
I planted kisses on her forehead and around her ears which led to more soft moans. She swept my T-shirt over my head and soon we engaged ourselves in heavy petting. Her tight skirt has now been hiked up enough to cover her naval - too much clothes in the way I say - as I unclipped unzipped and slided it down her legs. For a second I thought I was smooth in removing her skirt, and then of course the bumbling strings on my berms took forever to undo.
Off it went. My partner-in-passionate-crime was saluting in full glory at the sight of the undressed female officer. In both our undies, hers sexy and mine not too glamorous, we continued our passionate embrace lying down sideways. Each time my boner rub her crotch or my hands embraced her breasts, she let out moans.. I was delirious.
I moved lower to her chest to continue our foreplay and fondling her breast and occasionally teasing her harden erasers and allowed her to move on top of me. The proximity of her 2 guavas to my eyes were just so tempting that I took a bite and ended up nibbling the tip. It took her to ecstacy and she was shivering from the ordeal. It probably didn’t occur to me that someone could get the big O by just touching, fondling and playing with her melons. She laid down to rest her body on me which denied my suspicion that her boobs could be fake - both moved to the side naturally.
A case of pent-up lack of sexual action or just intoxicated thus losing all inhibitions leading to the quick Orgasm. The former couldn’t be possible as I find it hard to believe that my good old friend in dreamland could be frigid or living a life of celibacy. Perhaps it was just her trying to make me feel good.
We continued … …
… with our caressing while she sat right on top of me. Ash was working her bottom on my erected but covered member. . At that moment, I could have felt my shaft extremely wet. Interestingly, female secretes when being turned on and male get turned on by that secretion. Never in my experience with woman have I felt so much fluid from a woman apart from those from above coming out that would make you feel guilty. So much so, I was even wondering if that was my juice… nope…throbbing but no American Pie Webcam scene. I moved her right upwards to my stomach to feel my wet patch with one hand and moved on to touch her juice filled thongs from behind. Fantastic! The tiny thread of cloth was devoured by two very moist lip.
I lifted her two tight buns slowly to angle my lips right under her raw piece with two sides clearly in view of what would resemble a fresh oyster. I nibbled at the edges and tease it with my tongue. The amount of liquid was flowing was plethoric to say the least. I shift the shred of white lace towards a side and spread her lips wider. All these time, soft moans from above but that changed the moment I started to lick right in the middle. A big yelp that makes me wonder if my house was sound proof enough. I wasn’t, and still am not, a big fan of juice all over my face but the emphatic screams of pleasure was enough to keep me going like a kid with a lollipop. Perhaps another 5 minutes which I thought was long enough, the same shiver and quiver came and she shuddered with a squeal loud enough to bring me back to reality that her wet cloth had an abrasive effect on me.
Does oral sex constitute foreplay or is it just sex in another form. Most seem to think that oral sex is a prelude to sex but I guess foreplay is still entering the threshold of What a bastard friend you are….
With Ash still in a state convulsive fits, I lowered her down to kiss her wet but horizontal lips. This time I felt different. It wasn’t a lusty kind of passionate tongue wrestling but a genuine kiss of affection. It dawned on me that this is not going to be a fuck and forget. So which is worse… screwing my friend’s gf or actually having someting for her.
The cuddling and embracing was still intact as I lay her beside. Time check…no clock/watch or phone nearby but the sun was out then but my sperms were still working out their gym routine within confinement waiting to emerge winner of the mini olympics.
Ash: …… do you want …..
Coffee Talk
Bros who up my points or dropped me encouraging comments, I thank you. I am 3660 days away from my own version of Gerrie Lim.
Bro Fark Care: in an undressed state of merry consciousness, I am just like your name. That said, I reiterate my stand of still being “never seriously” involved and you will understand why towards the end of my mess up.
Bro David_Ginola: I hope you don’t support Newcastle or you will be seeing red, like your quote in red. Incidentally my head was filled with red blood too at that point in time and they say you can only think in one head at a time. It’s just a case of my normal head vs bloodied head in fighting a battle of sense vs sex.
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Hmnn, it would be safe to say u just screwed both of it
Bro koolAid: Do spare some coolaid if you have coz at the end of the day what goes around comes around.
I digressed.
If Bros are awaiting further hot action .. sorry to disappoint.. not in this first episode.
Cont…..
Me: … (go all the way, yeah sure)…
I hate it when, in the middle of storm and passion, someone has to state the bloody obvious.
Ash: …
Me:
Let’s just get some sleep.
I just hug her and we cosied up under the sheets. BIG MISTAKE!
I snored my way till noon but obviously wasn’t loud enough to wake Ash up until her fanciful samsung decided to chirp the irritating “womanizer”. What kind of woman would put such a ring tone.
Ash: … Hello (sleepily)…. still at home… …uhuh… bye…
In my semi-consciousness, I reckon it couldn’t have been her family whom, unless live in buckingham palace or istana, she will blatantly lie to say that she’s
still at home
. Couldn’t be her friends where she would need to lie. No prizes for guessing who called then… unless the remote possibility of her still in dreamland and thinking that she is still in her own bed.
She went back under the sheets and we lazed for another hour.
I got up to take a pee and to put on my clothes. Ash got up still under the sheets. That was a moment of awkward silence. I didn’t know what to say, she probably had something to say but didn’t know how to say. Experience, or lack of, taught me never to probe.
Me: Do you want to get some lunch, breakfast or whatever? (breaking the silence)
Ash: … … ok… (in a whimper)
We headed to a nearby coffee shop for some teochew porridge… and it was perhaps the most painfully silent lunch I have had in my entire life.
The session consists of no grammar or vocabulory like “what drink?” and “good to go?”
Back to my drive, it was an even more painfully silent journey even when Class 95 was airing an ensemble of oxymoronic loud soft rock numbers. “Womanizer, womanizer….” irritating Britney came on again… momentuously I was glad one of us was gonna talk and it aint me.
Ash: …. mm.. yeah.. out to get lunch.. call you later… bye……. (all in 10 second perhaps less)
Me: Still going home yeah?
Ash: uhuh…
Me: I hate Britney Spears.. (trying to break the silence) .. and that songs sucks!
Ash: uhuh… I know… it’s irritating….
Me: and..?(why do you fucking set it?)
Before Ash could utter a word, Hikaru Utada’s first love sounded from the same flashy samsung. It’s very Ash as she loves all things Japan but it sure beats Old fart Disney Girl.
Ash: Yes… on my way back now. Yeah at friend’s place. You want anything? Ok. bye. (Must be family)
Me: This tone is so much better… (when it suddenly occurred to me that ring tones can be set for specific Caller ID and I’d just chartered into deep water.
Ash: You know who called earlier right?
Me: Family ? ( I am such a bastard)
Ash: I mean much earlier…
Me: who…? ( I am worse than a bastard)
Ash: Nevermind…
Me: Eugene? (as my car swerved into her block)
Ash: … … Just want to tell you that I don’t regret it… (with a peck on my face, she disappeared out of my car into her elevator before I could even react)
I picked up my phone and found Ash’s number and text:
I don’t too. have a good rest.
Do I really mean it.. I didn’t really know but I guess that was the proper thing to say… you think??
The episode ended and peace and quiet.. working, sleeping, pretentiously trying to perfect my golf swing with a handicap of 20 on paper and 2000 in reality.
In the midst of a meeting. Phone rings (the nostalgic ring ring)..
Me: Hello?!
Eugene: It’s me lah (How nice if everyone on my phone starts with such a greeting!)
Me: Wassup mate (Conveniently half forgetting what transpired 100 hrs ago)
Eugene: Did Ash call you?
Me: What for? (nonchalantly)
Eugene: Err.. nothing… nevermind.. will catch up with you soon.
When I got out of my meeting to examine my multiple email messages and text messages. One sender appeared particularly obvious - Ashley. “Are you free tonight?”
It was thursday and I thought I would like to catch sneak preview of some movie with some friends. “Sure, what’s up” Liar.
Text format:
Ash: Can you pick me up at my place? 7pm?
Me: Any plans?
….. no reply.
I didn’t know whether I should be calling Eugene next or call her. Screw it, I was still busy then and my boss was certainly not mr. hefner.
Let’s face it.. when a girl with a good body and good looks asked you out, you don’t reject. And to the belief, I was a happy follower. She decked herself in a one piece tube dress. Not formal enough for an evening gala but certainly not the kind you would go in to eat Char Kway Teow.
Me: what’s the occasion??
Ash: let’s watch a movie… (are you a psychic or what)
Me: Let’s eat something first and decide.
Ash: ok..
Are we still platonic friend? Does Eugene know about this? Where the fuck is Eugene? He called me this afternoon about you, yaknow? I kept my mouth shut.
The food at my fav steak joint was good as usual. Conversation was normal and as usually light-hearted to say the least. No awkward silence throughout dinner until sipping wine…
Ash: why didn’t we go all the way?
Me: ..what..? (when I meant “what the fuck”)
Ash: I mean that time… because of Eugene?
Me: perhaps… (liar)
Ash: perhaps what?
Me: Is anything wrong with you and Eugene, he called about you today?
Ash: Nothing, we argued and broke off.
Me: When?
Ash: This morning.
Me: you ok?
Ash: I need to chill out that’s all…
Me: My place again? (I bet my last dollar my other head was talking there and then)
Driving into the carpark, my stupid security guard waved at me, saw Ash and grin.
I grabbed a new bottle, two glasses and we down 2 glasses each in quick time with my balconey doors opened and wind blowing in.. I love East Coast.
We both sat on the beanbag barely enough to sit half my bum right at the edge of the balcony. No sooner was the glasses emptied and placed down, she just hugged me and placed her head right on my chest. Pantene smelt good! I started pecking on her forehead with my sperms at the gym again… …
Bros and Sisters who likes my rant and banter and made it a point to drop me nice comments or upz me, I would like my little SBF technical know-how to return the upz.
TS… technically you didn’t screw your friend’s girl lah, she already broke up with him before you next summon your army of sperms…
Interesting read, and I like your humour.
Really really great writing skills. The story is interesting and somewhat hilarious at some point.
Good Job!
Ladies and gentlemen, brothers and sisters, it’s now freaking 3am I am not robin and my boss is not Bruce Wayne (I still need to work tomorrow morning)
I shall remember the following steps:
Was hoping I could continue with my loser story… but alas it has gone into some unintelligible path called cache… the rest is history.
I shall return… 2 cents smarter.