Nicole increased the pace of her strokes, while blowing the cigarette smoke
on my dickhead. I wondered if she was going to put it into her mouth.
She stubbed out her stick and I stubbed out mine. She leaned towards me and
we kissed, furiously fighting each other with our tongues. I struggled out
of my boxers.
For someone who claimed that she had never been with a guy before, Nicole
really knew how to tease a guy. She grabbed my shaft and fondled my balls,
alternating between stroking them and squeezing them lightly. I had already
began emitting pre-cum and she used it to lubricate my dickhead while
wanking me. We break free from the kiss. I gasped.
Me: Nic, I can’t hold it in…
N: What? So fast? How do you have sex then? Don’t tell me you are a
premature ejaculator?
She increased the pressure and intensity of her handjob. I squirmed and
tried to hold it in. She continued stroking my balls, which by now was
already retracting into my body, indicating that the end was near. She
kissed me again.
Suddenly, she stopped wanking me. But I was already at the point of no
return. As I leaned back, I watched as Nicole teased my cock with her
fingers, running them up and down, gently caressing the shaft and head.
The first shot came without warning, as Nicole teased it out with every
touch of her fingers. I never expected to be able to cum this way, without
actual stimulation of the head with a full handed grip. Nicole watched in
amazement as the stream of hot, sticky cum flew upwards and landed on my
chest.
As I was shuddering from the unexpected release, Nicole grabbed my still
erect cock and started wanking me again, more furiously then before.
Me: Stop! Please! There’s nothing left!
She grabbed the base of my cock and looked me in the eye.
N: So this is what happens when a guy cums? How interesting…
She leaned towards me and started frenching me again, while wanking my cock
slowly. I pushed her away slightly.
Me: How about a blowjob?
She gave me an incredulous look.
N: Wow, aren’t you demanding… We barely crossed the barrier and you want
me to suck your cock?
Me: Erm, I just thought-
She shut me up by forcing her tongue into my mouth again, still wanking my
cock.
I doubt there was any cum left in me so I decided to just enjoy the kiss.
This time however, I decided to be a little more adventurous and slid one
hand under her halter top, snaking my hand around the back to undo her top.
She jumped as my cold hand made contact with her stomach.
N: Woah, are you a vampire or something? Your hands are cold…
I ignored her and pulled her in to continue kissing. The knot was easily
undone and her top and bra-like thingy fell to the ground. I sneaked a peek
at the tattoo on her left breast. It was that of a rose. My hands roamed
freely and ended up cupping her breasts. I estimated them to be at least a
small B-cup. Or maybe I had big hands, but Charmaine’s boobs were bigger
than Nicole’s, not even bothering to mention Tanya’s. But still they were
nice to touch, as with all breasts are. Maybe she experimented with binding
when she was younger and unwittingly stunted the growth of her chest.
Strangely, she did not stop me as I caressed her boobs, and played with her
nipples, using all the tricks Tanya had taught me. Suddenly, she stopped
kissing me and pulled my hands off her chest. I wondered where I went wrong.
N: So the rumours are true.
She took some tissue from the table and began to wipe my sperm off me.
Me: Erm, not really.
N: So how many girls have you slept with?
Me: You would be the third.
N: Haha. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves shall we? I never said I wanted to
sleep with you…
I tried to not appear disappointed. I guess I was really a horny bastard
back then.
Me: Oh.
N: But wow, you really know how to turn a girl on. You must have had a good
teacher. Or lots of experience…
Me: No seriously, I only slept with two girls before…
N: You gotta be kidding. I’m probably one of the hardest girls to please
that you will ever meet in your life, and yet…
Me: And yet?
N: I’m half considering giving you my heterosexual virginity…
Me: Half? Only half?
N: Hey. You’re good but not that good you know? Besides…
Me: Yeah? Don’t think you can handle a real cock?
N: Oh please. That small thing?
And there goes my ego. And I thought Tanya said I was above average.
Me: Small?
N: Well, I don’t know how big a cock is really supposed to be, but my toys
are way bigger.
Me: Really?
N: Yeah. I’ve got this 18 inch double headed dildo…
Me: Oh my god. I would love to see you use it with someone else.
N: You’re really perverted…
Me: Yep.
N: But yeah, my smallest vibrator is probably what, at leat 10 inches?
Me: But I bet it’s not warm and automatic.
N: Haha. You’re really funny. Maybe, just maybe I would consider just lying
back and letting you pleasure me. But…
I was a little impatient and way too horny.
Me: But what?
N: Like I said, I ain’t drunk enough…
Me: So, where do we go from here?
N: I don’t know.
Me: I’m horny.
N: Thanks for being honest.
I was about to think of something smart to say but was rudely interrupted by
the beeping of the washing machine indicating that my clothes were done.
Nicole excused herself and went to put my clothes in the dryer. She took her
halter top along so I assumed she was going to get dressed. Reluctantly, I
put on my boxers and went over to the liquor cabinet to take a look.
She came back a little while later and I heard her put something on the
coffee table. I pretended to be engrossed in browsing her family’s liquor
collection. She came up behind me and pressed herself against my back. My
back with second or third degree burns. I would have jumped if I did not
feel her soft, naked breasts on my skin.
Nicole grabbed my right hand and brought it towards her crotch. I expected
pubic hair but was treated so smooth skin. Big Bird sensed a future entry
into a leafless nest and started poking his head out.
Me: You shave?
N: Brazillian wax.
Me: I like.
N: Haha. Then show me what you can do.
I tried turning around but Nicole did not let me. So in a weird position, I
tried my best to pleasure her with one hand.
I tried visualising where her clit was. Roaming around, my fingers found the
engorged mound of flesh and I played with it. I could hear her breathing
rate increasing. I sensed an opening.
I turned around and came face to face with Nicole. Instinctively, my tongue
found hers. I continued to play with her love button. She seemed to be
enjoying it.
I slowly inserted my middle finger into her love hole. It was wet. I felt
her muscles contract as I fingered her. Our kissing became more passionate
and it felt as though she was trying to eat my face off.
I found her g-spot and rubbed it, while rubbing her clit with my thumb at
the same time. By now she was alternating between pulling my hair off and
scratching my scalded back, which incidentally hurt a fucking lot.
I kind of felt sorry for Big Bird though, as it seemed that the only action
he got so far was induced vomitting caused by Nicole’s fingers, whereas my
own fingers were “tasting” her forbidden fruit.
Nicole tried to grab Big Bird through my boxers unsuccessfully so once
again, with my mouth on hers, one hand on her pussy, I struggled out of my
boxers.
We were both fully naked, Big Bird semi-erect, her pussy wet, when she
suddenly stopped and pulled my hand out from her pussy. She was breathing
heavily.
N: I think we should stop.
She moved over to the sofa, took another cigarette, lit it, and sat down. I
stood by the liquor cabinet like an idiot before I moved over to join her
for a smoke. I saw that she had actually brought out two glasses with ice
cubes in them. It seemed like she actually wanted to get drunk with me.
Unfortunately, the ice had already melted.
She sat cross legged on the sofa and puffed on her cigarette. She seemed a
little upset. Big Bird too seemed a little upset and he went back into
flaccidity. I sat down next too her. She did not move.
Me: What’s wrong?
N: I don’t know.
Me: You ok?
N: Yeah.
Me: Then why stop?
N: It felt wrong, what we were doing. I mean, I hardly know you, yet you
make me feel at ease around you.
Me: Thanks, I guess.
N: You’re a really nice guy. I can see that from your actions. And I don’t
mean sexually.
Me: Uh huh.
N: Your ex really should have treasured you.
I kept silent, not really knowing what to say.
N: You showed me a different side of my sexuality. I’m a little confused
right now. I used to think that there will never be a guy who can make me
feel the way I felt. Horny, wanted. Stuff like that.
Me: That’s good right?
N: Yeah. I have no doubt that you can satisfy me physically, other than
you’re a little on the small side.
Nice one. Making fun of Big Bird again. I wondered if I should tell her to
prepare to be disappointed should she eventually turn straight.
N: I know you are probably expecting sex tonight. But I’m not sure if I can
do it.
Me: Why not?
N: It’s not just a physical thing you know. There has to be some feeling in
it. And technically, I’m still a virgin.
Me: Oh that can change.
N: Idiot.
Before we could say more, the damn beeper on the dryer beeped.
Me: So I guess that means I’m leaving?
N: Well, I do have school tomorrow. You don’t.
Me: I kinda hate that place anyway…
N: Hate is a little strong don’t you think?
Me: No. I’ve had more bad memories than good there.
N: Are you referring to your ex?
Me: Not just her. The teachers don’t really like me. I didn’t do very well
in track and field this year. I’m barely passing my subjects…
N: Well maybe if you didn’t fall asleep in class so much…
Me: I can’t help it. Really. Charmaine was tiring me out.
N: Mentally or sexually?
Me: Both I guess. She could demand sex two, sometimes three times a night.
And after that I couldn’t even stay over, and have to go home…
N: Haha. Wow. She sounds really horny. But you were at fault too for
indulging her.
Me: Hmm. You got a point. But how can I say no when a pussy wants my cock?
N: Haha. Then maybe you shouldn’t have broken up with her?
Me: I don’t know. It was getting a little absurd I guess. Especially with
her mood swings. You saw how crazy she can be.
N: Yeah. But if you were a good boyfriend, you would have stuck by her…
Me: So maybe I’m just a bad guy?
N: Nah, I think you’re nice enough.
Me: Nice enough for you?
N: Haha! Keep trying. I’m les, not bi.
Me: But you did say maybe you would let me pleasure you?
N: Yeah. I said maybe if I’m drunk…
Me: Why did we start anyway?
N: I don’t really know. Like I said, I wanted to see what it’s like.
Me: Well, I enjoyed it.
N: The making out?
Me: Yeah.
N: What if you don’t get to have sex?
Me: Erm. I would still enjoy the making out I guess.
N: Is it because you find it thrilling that you are making out with a
lesbian?
Me: Maybe?
N: And you are trying to convert me?
Me: Not exactly…
N: Or do you just think I’m easily taken advantage of?
Me: Well, the way you kissed me, and the way you wanked me, I think you want
to be taken advantage of…
N: Haha. You’re amusing. I guess you could probably bed some girls based on
wit alone.
Me: So is it working?
N: On me? Haha. Keep trying then. But I enjoy talking to you. At least you
seem real, unlike all those pretentious guys I know.
Me: So other guys have been hitting on you?
N: Sort of. But they are so predictable. I mean it’s like, “Hey! Wanna catch
a movie with me?” or “Hey! I think you’re cute or hot or whatever, wanna go
out?”
Me: Clichéd.
N: Yeah I know right? None of them actually wanted to show me who they
really are.
Me: Unlike me? How am I different from them?
N: Well, the protein shopping, LAN gaming, at least I know you have a life
besides chasing girls.
Me: Wow. I thought you would have been bored to death.
N: Nah. I find it interesting. You letting me into your life that is. And
you do have a very nice body…
Me: Really? I think it still needs improving.
N: Well, whatever you do, don’t get too bulky. Not many girls like that.
Me: Haha. Ok. I’ll keep that in mind.
Nicole grabbed the glasses on the table and headed to the kitchen. I
followed suit.
Me: So I guess it’s really time for me to go?
N: Up to you. I’m just getting fresh ice cubes.
Me: Oh. We’re drinking?
N: If you want to?
Me: What about school?
N: I can skip school. I’m in no danger of failing anyway…
Me: Seriously? What if we get drunk, and I, erm, somehow get you into bed?
N: Haha. Don’t count your chickens before they hatched. I’m a pretty good
drinker.
Me: So am I.
N: Is that a challenge?
Me: Not really.
N: Well then. You’re on.
It was close to 11pm when we settled down to drink. Nicole had almost every
kind of alcohol you could imagine. Vodka, whiskey, gin, tequila, cognac,
wine, beer, and this thing called “the green fairy”. Absinthe.
We started off with soft mixes like vodka redbull, bourbon coke etc., and
chatted while we drank and smoked.
By the time we were both sufficiently high, I had found out more about her.
Her parents had businesses overseas, mainly in Indonesia and China. She had
two sisters, the elder one was assisting her parents to run the business in
Indonesia. She did not say much about her other sister though. In fact she
did not say anything except that she was studying in a Polytechnic, which
led me to the conclusion that this particular sister would roughly be around
Nicole’s age.
I looked around the house and realised that there were no family pictures
around. Wall decorations were mostly abstract art paintings and framed
chinese calligraphy works.
I asked her where her parents and sister were. She replied that her parents
were in China and her sister stayed over at her aunts place on weekdays as
it was opposite the school and she was lazy to travel.
Nicole also told me that she was left alone in the house most of the time
and that she enjoyed the freedom it gave her. She did not cook and ate out
most of the time. More importantly, having the whole house to herself meant
that she could have guests over anytime she liked, and her ex-girlfriends
used to stay over alot.
She revealed that she was a very sexual person and enjoyed intimacy. With
girls that is. She also had a collection of sex toys which she would not
show me.
I asked if her parents were concerned about her “alternative” lifestyle. She
said that her whole family were aware and did not probe much into it. Even
she guessed it was probably a phase of growing up that she was going through
and that it would probably pass.
Her inclination towards girls probably stemmed from being in all-girls'
schools for her primary and secondary education, JC being the first time she
actually came in contact with guys. None of them really interested her, and
she sat next to me in class as I seemed to be the safest one around, in the
sense that I never made a move on her. Hell, I hardly even spoke to her
until today.
Of course, she had heard the rumours about me but did not pay much attention
to them. But she was curious to know how I could be the subject of such
vicious and numerous rumours. I had no answer for her. Perhaps I had
offended someone in my orientation group. I really had no clue.
Anyway, she admitted that she was a little shocked when I kissed her. I told
her that I had taken her actions to be flirtatious and was taking a chance.
She said that ordinarily she would probably have slapped me. But something
stopped her.
While she did enjoy the physical intimacy we had a little while ago, she was
not really keen on going all the way, unless she was drunk enough not to
remember what happened the next morning. I wondered if she was actually
visualising me as a girl when we made out.
A couple more rounds of drinks and I was having some trouble coming up with
things to say. It was like my brain was shutting down. Nicole was probably
getting a little drunk too as she seemed to find everything that came out of
my mouth hilarious, but I did not recall making any jokes.
Out came the luminous green liquid. I had never seen or heard about it
before, but it made me thing of the mutagen the turtles were coated in that
turned them into the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
Nicole poured roughly two shots worth into my glass and hers.
Me: We have to drink it neat?
N: I guess so… Never drank it with mixers before.
Me: It looks… Poisonous.
N: Every alcohol is a poison. Don’t be a girl.
Me: But you like girls!
N: Very funny. Bottoms up!
I did not know what to expect so I held my breath and downed the entire
contents of my glass at one go.
It was probably one of the biggest mistakes of my life.
The vile green liquid burned all the way down. From my mouth, to my throat,
my oesophagus and stomach. It would probably burn through my intestines and
colon and anus on the way out.
I stood up and immediately sat back down.
Me: What the fuck is this shit?
Nicole was laughing at me.
I tried lighting a cigarette but lit the filter instead.
And frankly that was all I remember of what happened.
All I recall was Nicole leading me up the stairs to her room and collapsing
onto her bed.
We were kissing and fondling each other but my tongue and brain were numb
and I could not concentrate on what I was doing.
I awoke with a start. It was freezing in Nicole’s room and I was naked, the
only warmth coming from her nude form pressed up against my side.
My head was throbbing, like a heavy metal song gone wrong. Must have been
the Absinthe. I tried to sit up up a wave of nausea hit me. I held it in as
I rushed to look for a bathroom. I had no recollection whatsoever of the
events that transpired the night before.
I found the bathroom next to Nicole’s room and rushed in, before collapsing
into the toilet bowl. Truthfully, I was a little afraid that someone would
catch me naked, a stranger in a strange house.
After puking for what seemed like ages, I rinsed my mouth and hobbled
downstairs to find my clothes. I stole a glance at the wall clock. It read
12 noon. So Nicole really did not go to school. I found my boxers on the
floor and put them on, before heading to the kitchen to get a drink. Three
glasses of iced water later, I felt significantly more awake and hobbled up
the stairs to find Nicole.
She was still seemingly asleep. I sat on the chair at her computer table and
watched her.
I tried to recall if we actually had sex the night before but my mind was
still fuzzy.
Suddenly, her handphone that was on her computer table rang, startling me. I
looked at the display screen and realised it was one of our classmates
calling. When the call ended, I saw that there were more than 20 missed
calls. I wondered if I should wake her up.
I went over to the bed and sat on the side she was on. I shook her gently on
her shoulder.
Me: Nicole, wake up.
She shrugged me off and rolled over.
What a pig, I thought, and shook her again, a little less gently. She
stirred.
N: What….
Me: It’s noon, wake up.
N: Let me sleep…
Me: Your phone’s been ringing.
Just as I said that, her phone rang again. I put it against her ear. She sat
up with a shock.
N: What the fuck!
The blanket covering her modesty slid down and I could not help but stare at
her again. She saw me staring but made no effort to cover up. She grabbed
her phone from me.
N: Hello? Yeah, I’m home. Not feeling well. Will see a doctor later. Bye.
N: Grr. You woke me from a sweet dream.
Me: Opps. Girl-on-girl?
N: Actually it was guy-on-girl…
Me: Right…
N: Yeah. I dreamt I was being pounded by a big black cock.
Me: You mean like this one?
I found a monstrous black dildo under the covers.
N: Hmm. Maybe.
Me: So what happened last night?
N: Last night? I don’t really remember. Do you remember anything?
Me: Not really…
N: Well, I don’t have any condoms, so if we did have sex…
She got off the bed and flung off the blanket.
N: No stains either. And no used tissue.
Me: Oh no. Do you think I came inside you?
N: Hmm. No idea.
She tried sticking her fingers into her pussy but it was dry.
N: Can’t really tell.
Me: Crap, crap, crap.
N: Why?
Me: Erm. Unplanned pregnancy?
N: That’s going on the assumption you were actually hard enough to penetrate
me, and sober enough not to pull out…
Me: But there’s no cum stains anywhere…
N: Yeah…
Me: Don’t you feel sore?
N: Sore? Why?
Me: If I fucked you, maybe you might feel something?
N: That small thing? Oh please. Besides, I’m usually very well lubricated…
Me: Very funny. What are we going to do then?
N: Wait and see I guess?
Me: Wait and see? Is that the best you can come up with?
N: Well, if something does happen, let’s just say my parents will be both
happy and upset.
Me: Both?
N: Yeah. Happy I’m no longer les, but upset they suddenly have a new
addition to the family.
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Ts, any chances of a detailed 2nd round?
Haha. Just wait for the next update bro. All I can say is don’t get your hopes up. Like I mentioned in the first few posts, not all encounters were sexual…
I left Nicole’s house soon after with no real conclusion to our discussion.
Over my suspension period, I actually had a lot of time to think about
things, and sort my life out. It was during that fateful period that I made
one of my biggest regrets, quitting JC.
I never really went back to school, except on the last day of my suspension,
to hand in my withdrawal, and clear out my locker.
No one stopped me, no one cared I guess.
Maybe I really did not think that decision through, and made it hastily as a
means to escape my current life. I did not realise at that point of time
that I would not be eligible for a polytechnic, having already missed both
the JAE and DAE. So I had a good year or so to slack, or work, or do
whatever I chose to do.
My dad could not care less, but my step-mom was a little pissed. She berated
me almost everyday, and warned Andrew and Kenneth not to follow in my
footsteps. I tried to placate her by telling her I would be continuing my
studies when the admissions exercise opened. She never really did buy that
story.
Strangely though, it was also during this period that I realised that m
step-mom actually cared more about me than my own father did. She still gave
me my weekly allowance, and made sure I was home for dinner, if not supper,
every night.
I hardly contacted Nicole during this period, and I rejected countless calls
from Charmaine. Nicole did drop me the occassional SMS or two, to find out
how I was, but I replied in mostly mono-syllables. After awhile I guess she
got bored, and probably went back to rug-munching.
I also had found a job, two in fact, one at a gym that was run by my friend,
although it closed down after awhile, and the other, as a banquet waiter.
The jobs did not pay much, but at least I had something to occupy my time.
It was probably 3 months later that I felt compelled to be a nice guy.
Nicole’s birthday was coming up, and I went shopping for a present for her.
I really had no idea what to get her, so I simply strolled into a sex shop
in Midpoint Orchard and purchased 2 gifts for her, not really thinking about
their suitability.
It just so happened that Nicole’s birthday was on a Saturday. On Friday
night, I borrowed Andrew’s mountain bike and braved the treacherous roads to
Nicole’s abode. I was a little apprehensive though, as I had no idea if her
parents or sister would be home. Furthermore, I was dropping in unannounced.
I reached her place just before midnight, the so-called cool evening breeze
did nothing to quell the humidity that struck me the minute I had set out on
the bike trip. I wiped my sweat with a towel from my backpack and took a
drink from the sportsbottle that was attached to Andrew’s bike. I
immediately regretted not washing the bottle before filling it up as the
water tasted stale. Cold, but stale.
The house was dark as I rang the doorbell. I hoped she was home.
A few minutes later, the front porch light came on and someone came out. She
looked like Nicole but I could not be sure. For one, she had longer hair,
and much bigger boobs. She wore a white oversized t-shirt that barely
covered her ass.
Girl: Yes?
Me: Nicole?
G: Erm, nope. Not me. Hang on.
She disappeared into the house again. I could not help but think that she
looked exactly like Nicole, just a tad hotter.
She reappeared with the Nicole I knew at the doorway. I stared at them. They
were whispering to each other. Nicole came out. At least she was more
decently dressed.
N: Hi.
Me: Hi.
N: You never called, or returned my messages.
Me: Oh. Erm. Didn’t know we were a couple.
N: At least have the decency to let me know you are alive…
Me: Erm. Sorry.
The other girl stood at the doorway, one hand on her hip, other hand
twirling her hair. She slowly hiked her t-shirt up, exposing her tanned
thighs.
G: Jie, aren’t you gonna invite him in?
N: Shut up Natalie.
Me: So that’s her name. She’s your-
N: She’s my twin sister.
Me: Now that makes sense. Is she straight?
I was staring at the hot image of a Nicole’s doppleganger. She smiled coyly
and turned around, showing me some ass before pulling her t-shirt back down.
N: Either you are blind or you have fallen for me. Can’t you see she’s
obviously flirting with you?
I smiled back at Natalie.
Me: Hmm.
Nicole snapped her fingers.
N: Hey. I’m over here.
Me: Oh. Yeah.
N: Stop drooling. Why are you here?
Me: Oh.
I looked at my watch. It was past midnight. I pulled her in for a hug.
Me: Happy birthday.
Nicole looked up at me while we were still in our embrace. A single tear
rolled down her cheek.
N: You remembered.
Me: Yeah.
N: I didn’t think you would.
I bent down and she tiptoed as we inched closer for a deep, passionate kiss.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Natalie watching us, perhaps with a slight
tinge of jealousy.
N: Shit. Why are we starting again?
Me: I don’t know.
N: You idiot.
We started hugging again, like long-lost lovers.
N: Where did you go?
Me: I quit school.
N: I know. Why?
Me: Couldn’t stand it anymore.
N: Why?
Me: I don’t know. Everything just sucked.
N: And you just quit? What about your future?
Me: I’m working now. I’ll enrol for poly next year.
N: Is that what you really want?
Me: I guess so.
N: We were rather worried for you.
Me: No kidding?
N: Actually I was worried about you.
Me: I’m touched.
N: Yeah, and you’re touching me.
I did not realise it but my hands had somehow wandered to her ass and was
caressing it. Natalie shouted from the doorway.
Nat: Hey. Get a room you two!
Nic: Shut up bitch!
Me: Erm. Don’t fight. There’s enough of me for both of you.
Nat: I thought you were les! Stop stealing all the guys!
Nic: Stop making a scene. It’s late.
Me: I think I should go.
Nic: Don’t you want to come in?
Me: And start a catfight?
Nic: Don’t mind her. She’s just jealous.
Me: Of?
Nic: Me?
Me: I don’t get it.
Nic: I’m not even interested in guys, and yet I’ve got you around my little
finger.
Me: No you don’t.
Nic: Well it certainly seems that way.
Me: That isn’t fair.
Natalie disappeared into the house, not before slamming the door on us.
Nic: I think we better go in before the neighbours come out.
Me: Ok.
Without warning, I picked Nicole up in a cradle and carried her towards the
door.
Nic: Hey! I’ve got legs ok?
Me: I don’t know why but I just feel like doing it.
Nic: You better not drop me or hit into anything.
I swivelled around and she grabbed the door knob to open the door.
Natalie was standing at the foot of the stairs, arms akimbo. She tsk-ed at
us before retreating up the stairs. I shut the door with my foot.
What Nicole said next nearly caused me to drop her.
Nic: Oh, by the way. I’m pregnant.
I felt as though my world had collapsed when Nicole broke the news of her
pregnancy.
I wondered if it was really possible to get a girl pregnant after a single
night of drunken, unabashed passion.
My heart pounded hard and fast and performed somersaults throughout my chest
cavity as I put Nicole down onto the rosewood sofa.
Were my swimmers really that powerful?
Seriously, given the level of drunkedness I, or maybe even we, was in that
night, and going by the fact that neither she nor I could even remember
actually having penetrative sex to completion, I wondered if it was even
possible.
Perhaps I should have paid more attention during biology class. Perhaps I
should have ran out to a 7-11 nearby to buy condoms. Perhaps I should have
pulled out and cum on her body, face or in her mouth. But it was all too
late now, was it not?
I struggled to comprehend the news that was just broken to me.
Did it mean I have to marry her? Abortion was never really in the picture
due to religious and ethical reasons, and I was pretty sure I would not be
able to bring myself to take an innocent life.
Would marrying her now mean I have to give up my own life? Settle down and
be a good husband and father?
Seriously, who thinks about stuff like this when they are 18?
But I guess it was really my fault for not keeping my dick in my pants and
my common sense in my head.
We all have heard about shotgun marriages gone wrong, and the couple
divorces after a few years, and the kid grows up in a single parent
environment. Then he grows up warped, something like me, although my case
was slightly different.
Then there are the stories of spousal abuse and the philandering spouse.
Maybe if I was with Charmaine, the former might be more possible, but then
again, I did not really know Nicole and what she was capable of.
For that brief moment, or moments rather, all my thoughts were about myself,
and I realised how selfish I was. I never considered about Nicole’s feelings
or state of mind.
She must have been devastated to discover that her young, carefree life
would be cut short by this unplanned pregnancy. Futhermore, come end of the
year, it would be time for her A Levels and there would be no way for her to
conceal the baby bump.
Would she have to quit school? Or at least defer her studies? What would her
parents think? Or her sisters? Even her friends?
Would we be able to bring up the child in a stable, loving, family
environment?
Would her parents take out the proverbial shotgun and force me to marry
their daughter? Would my parents approve of this?
Seriously I was in deep shit. And it was all caused by my own horniness.
Nicole looked at me.
Nic: What’s wrong? You seem stressed…
I pulled her in for a hug. She reciprocated by snuggling up to my chest.
Me: I guess we have a lot of things to talk about.
Nic: What is there to talk about?
Me: Us?
Nic: There is no us.
Me: But the baby?
Nic: Oh that. You should have seen your face.
Me: What the fuck?
Nic: I’m not pregnant. I was just fooling around.
It felt as though a great weight was lifted off my chest.
Me: What! That’s not funny. I could have gotten a heart attack.
Nic: I found it funny. Haha.
Me: Stop laughing.
Nic: But you gotta admit, I had you going there.
Me: Yeah. But still not funny.
Nic: What would your response be if I was really pregnant?
Me: Erm. Keep the kid? We’ll get married in the future?
Nic: Wow. You’re so noble.
Me: I’m a lover, not a murderer.
Nic: Haha. A witty one. So what’s your response now?
Me: Now? I wanna really impregnate you.
Nic: What?
Me: Kidding.
Nic: Idiot.
Me: So why play this kinda prank on me?
Nic: Truthfully? I was scared. So I took a pregnancy test. It was positive.
Me: Really? You went to a doctor?
Nic: Nope. Over the counter pee on a stick kind.
Me: Well, obviously it’s not very accurate.
Nic: Yeah. I freaked out so I went back and bought one each from all the
other brands.
Me: And?
Nic: Well, the second one was positive too…
Me: You gotta be kidding. Where did you buy them? The Pasar Malam?
Nic: Very funny. I got them from Guardian.
Me: Carry on.
Nic: Well, I was too scared to take the third one, so-
Nat: So she called me and started crying like a baby.
Nic: Nat! Shut up!
Natalie sat down opposite me and hiked her t-shirt all the way up, exposing
her boy-shorts underwear.
Nat: I found it hilarious la. First sexual experience and scared to get
pregnant.
Nic: Nat….
Me: Haha. This is interesting. Tell me more.
Nat: She didn’t go to school for a few days. Made me come home to be with
her. Travel damn far to my school lor.
Me: And then?
Nat: I told her to wait a few days lor. This kind of thing where go so fast
one? In any case, based on what she told me. I’m guessing you guys didn’t
even fuck.
Me: Erm. I’m still trying to find out what happened.
Nat: You guys must have drank the absinthe.
Me: Yeah. How did you know?
Nat: Well, there’s a lot less in the bottle than I remember. And that
absinthe is erm, illegal.
Me & Nic: What?
Nat: You don’t know meh? Da Jie buy from somewhere in Europe. Don’t know how
she bring back also. It’s the hallucinogenic kind.
Me: Wow. I don’t mind having it again.
Natalie got up from her seat and settled down beside me, squashing me and
Nicole in the not very large rosewood sofa.
Nic: Hey!
Natalie stroked my thigh.
Nat: So you wanna drink with us tonight?
Nic: Nat, what are you trying to do?
Nat: It’s my birthday you know?
Me: Yeah, I kind of figured that out…
Nat: So you will stay for awhile?
Nic: Nat, not a good idea…
Nat: Jie, it’s not fair you always have all the fun…
Nic: He’s my friend, not yours, let him decide.
Me: Erm. Ok. I’ll stay. For awhile.
Somehow, now I was kind of regretting the choice of gifts I got for Nicole.