Jenny KOed the minute we reached back to her place. I took her temperature.
37.5. At least it was going down. I looked through the medicines she was
prescribed. Paracetemol, anti-inflammatories and antibiotics. Probably a
throat infection that led to the fever.
I sat on her chair and watched her as she slept. She looked so peaceful, so
serene. I wondered if she could be the one I would spend the rest of my life
with. But she made me say all that while she was feverish. So I wondered if
she would remember any of it in the morning.
Suddenly she stirred.
J: Hey. What are you doing over there?
Me: Letting you sleep.
J: Come here.
Me: Why?
J: I want my bolster.
Me: It’s next to you.
J: I meant you.
Shaking my head, I went over and lay down beside her. She was still warmer
than usual. She slid between my arm and lay her head on my shoulder. I
pulled up the blanket to cover her. She kissed my neck.
J: We’ll talk when I wake up ok?
Me: Ok. Now go sleep.
I stroked her hair as she drifted off again.
I was exhausted. Both physically and mentally. But somehow my mind refused
to let me sleep. My thoughts alternated between Shirley and Jenny.
Non-sexual thoughts. A relationship was a big committment. For me
especially. I wondered if I could actually do it.
If I got together with Jenny, I might miss the chance to reconcile with
Shirley. However, if I gave up this opportunity to be with Jenny, I might
never find anyone else who was willing to be with someone as fucked up as
me.
My eyelids grew heavy and soon I found myself in dreamland.
Perhaps I should not think so much and simply go with the flow.
I awoke when the unforgiving rays of the sun attacked my face.
My shoulder was numb and Jenny did not move from her position. I wriggled
out from under her and placed her head on the pillow. I got up and closed
the curtains so that she could sleep awhile longer without the sun
irritating her.
I left the room and headed for the toilet. Jason was already up and having
his morning coffee and cigarette while reading the papers.
Me: Morning.
Jas: Want a coffee?
Me: Sure. Kopi-o please.
Jas: Dude, choose between espresso, latte or mocha.
He pointed to the coffee machine next to the microwave oven.
Me: Oh. Didn’t realise you had one.
Jas: Yeah. Just got it last week. I’m too lazy to brew my own nowadays.
Me: It’s convenient I guess.
Jas: Anyway. I guess I was a little out of line last night.
Me: How so?
Jas: It’s none of my concern who Jenny sleeps with. Whether it’s you or some
other guy.
Me: You just want to protect her.
Jas: Yeah. But I have only one request.
Me: Yeah?
Jas: Don’t hurt her.
Me: I won’t.
I then related the events after the trip to A&E to him.
Jas: Wow. That’s rather unlike her.
Me: I know. What do I do?
Jas: Bro, you’re old enough to decide for yourself. But word of advice, I
doubt my parents would be pleased if their grandchild didn’t have a legal
father.
Me: I know dude. I don’t want to be irresponsible either.
Jas: That’s good.
Me: But don’t you think it’s a little sudden?
Jas: It is. And she’s rather impulsive. So you better clarify things with
her before making any rash decisions.
Me: Yeah.
I finished up my espresso and took a stick from Jason.
Jas: Anyway, have you considered leaving the army yet?
Me: Nope. I’ll recover and get back to combat.
Jas: Have you ever thought that maybe this is a sign? That you should make
something else your career?
Me: Maybe. But I really enjoy what I do. Especially leading my men during
ATEC. Watching them grow from blur recruits till they ORD.
Jas: Bro, you ain’t stupid. You were probably better than me in JC but you
chose another path. It’s tough without a degree, and you stopped your degree
with Kaplan.
Me: I know. That’s why I wanna continue with the army.
Jas: What if you don’t recover?
Me: Then I’ll look for something else.
Jas: It may be too late. Continue your degree. It will help.
Me: I drained bro. Not just physically, but emotionally and mentally. The
degree will be a waste of money if I don’t graduate or get shitty results.
Jas: You need to believe in yourself. You used to.
Me: Things change.
Jas: Well bro, all I can say is that you need to think about your future.
Me: I’m thinking.
Jas: Well think harder. I’m off to meet my girlfriend. Please watch Jenny.
Me: Yep. No prob. Thanks for talking.
Jas: Anytime bro. You were there when I needed you, maybe now it’s my turn.
Jason went to take a shower then left the house. I went back to Jenny’s
room. She was still asleep. I kissed her forehead.
Me: Maybe I’ve not reached the stage where I can say I love you, but I guess
I’ll try.
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Well, I’m on duty, so I have free time to post… Thanks for the advice. Agree with the 1st one but not really the 2nd. My heart still pines for my 1st gf… but that’s another story…
I lay next to Jenny and dozed off again.
I awoke to Jenny’s hands down my pants, wanking me under my clothes. I
jumped.
Me: Hey!
J: Morning! Hard already? Must have been a good dream.
Me: Erm.
I took her hand off my cock.
Me: Feeling better?
J: Yeah. Still having a headache though. Wanna have sex? It cures
headaches…
Me: You’re mad.
J: A bit.
Me: About last night…
J: What about last night?
Me: The things you said…
J: What did I say?
Me: Erm, the stuff about getting married, having a baby…
J: With?
Me: Er. Me?
J: Did I say all that?
Me: Er yeah?
J: Sure or not? You like me so much you wanna marry me then you make this up
right?
Me: Hmm.
She touched my forehead.
J: I think you’re the one with the fever.
I pulled her hand off.
Me: I’m serious. You sat on the pavement and refused to move and made me say
something before you would get up.
J: Issit?
Me: Yes.
J: What did I ask you to say?
Me: Do I really have to say it again?
J: Yes. Cos I don’t remember.
Me: I said I love you and I wanna spend my life taking care of you…
J: You do? Aww, that’s so sweet…
She hugged me.
J: See it’s quite easy right?
Me: Huh?
J: It’s not hard for you to tell someone you love them…
Me: Wait a minute.
J: But it has to come from the heart…
Me: And?
J: What you said is not meant for me.
Me: Then?
J: That girl lor.
Me: Huh?
J: You don’t really love me, or want to take care or me. You only want to
fuck me.
Me: Er…
J: I’m helping you la…
Me: Help me do what?
J: Helping you to open your bloody mouth and say what’s in your heart…
I really did not know what was going on.
Me: Huh?
J: Wah lau. Your brain really not working ah?
Me: Ya.
J: I put myself in the position of that girl, and made you say what you
should have said to her.
Me: You mean?
J: I don’t want to get married, maybe I want a kid but not yet, I definitely
do not love you, but the sex… well…
Me: What the fuck…
J: Hey! I’m helping you ok? Maybe I like you a little, and I don’t want to
see you depressed or what.
Me: So you did all that just to make me open my heart?
J: I hope it worked…
Me: I feel cheated.
J: Huh. Where got. I helped you ok?
Me: Basket.
J: Although I know if you really go back to her, we probably can’t see each
other anymore..
Me: Why cannot?
J: As friends can la! But not to fuck…
Me: Oh.
J: Basket. I think you really need to think properly.
Me: Like I said, she’s seeing someone else.
J: And I said as long as she’s not married you still have a chance.
Me: I know la. But I can’t guarantee her happiness.
J: Slowly la. Things take time.
Me: I know.
J: So what are you going to do?
Me: Slowly lor.
J: What do you want to do now?
Me: I don’t know.
J: Well, want to make a baby?
Me: What?
J: Have sex la. Fuck.
Me: You’re sick. Literally and metaphorically.
J: No. I’m horny.
Me: You’re damn weird la.
J: Yep. But at least now you know where your heart is. And I don’t want your
heart. I want your dick. Inside me. Now.
Me: You’re really something. You know that?
J: Yeah. Now make me wet.
Me: You really want to have sex?
J: Yes. Why not?
Me: Well, firstly, you’re sick, and secondly, you’re playing with me.
J: No. I showed you that it’s not hard to express how you really feel.
Me: Besides the point. You know I’m hurting. And you made it worse?
J: Don’t tell me you’re so fragile.
Me: I’m not. It’s just… Argh. I don’t know.
J: You’re torn between me and that girl. You thought maybe you had some real
feelings for me after yesterday?
Me: Maybe.
J: Doesn’t feel good to get played right?
Me: Yes.
J: Well, that’s exactly how she feels…
Me: Did she put you up to this?
J: Are you crazy? I don’t even know her.
Me: Then why do it?
J: I already said I’m making you realise what you really want.
Me: You’re not helping.
J: Says who?
Me: How exactly are you helping?
J: If you realise you love her, then go for her, you’re happy, I’ll be happy
for you. If you realise you still wanna fuck around, I’m obviously happy…
Me: You’re really mad.
J: I already said I like having sex with you. If you didn’t like having sex
with me, why do you keep coming back for more?
Me: Ok fine. I like having sex with you.
J: Remember how you kept turning me down last time? I thought you were
playing hard to get. But in the end you’re the same as all the guys. All you
need is pussy.
Me: Ya lah. I’m a bastard ok?
J: I’m not complaining.
Me: Then?
J: I just feel that if you really love that girl you need to stop all this.
Me: I don’t know if I really love her. I like her. That’s it.
J: I can find another fuck buddy you know? And if you really want to be with
her, I won’t let you betray her with me.
Me: Is that how it’s going to be?
J: Yes. I like you enough to want you to be happy. Sex doesn’t bring you all
the happiness you need. Or maybe want.
Me: You like me?
J: Yes. Even before we starting sleeping together.
Me: Why didn’t you say anything?
J: I know what you want. With me, it’s sex. With that girl, you want so much
more, but you don’t dare to pursue it.
Me: Fuck. Am I that bad?
J: Yes you are. Inside you’re a nice guy. But you let your sexual needs
overtake your emotional ones. You want to be loved, and you want to be
satisfied physically as well. I just happened to be around to fulfil the
physical needs, and you got used to it, and you put aside your needs to be
loved.
Me: I’m sorry.
J: Don’t apologise to me. Apologise to that girl. I don’t know how she
managed to put up with you.
Me: We never really talked about having a real relationship.
J: Please la. Which girl in their right mind would ask a guy to move in with
them, sleep with them, be with them, and expect to be only friends?
Me: I never thought about it that way.
J: Anyway, did you watch Friends with Benefits?
Me: No, what’s that?
J: The Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake rom-com.
Me: No. Didn’t watch it.
J: Well, there’s one line in there that is fucking suitable to describe you.
Me: I told you I didn’t watch it.
J: I know. But the line is damn good.
Me: What?
J: You’re so fucked up that Magnum PI couldn’t solve what’s going on in your
head.
Me: Er. Thanks. Who’s Magnum PI?
J: How the fuck do I know? Some detective or what la. It’s in the show?
Me: Wait. You’re telling me all this and yet you still want to sleep with
me?
J: Ya. Why not? Make the most of a good thing while it lasts.
Me: Then you’re just as fucked up as me.
J: I know. That’s why we’re perfect for each other.
Me: What the fuck.
I hoped the entire conversation did not just go back to square one.
Me: So what do you want now?
J: I still want to be fuck buddies.
Me: Why?
J: Don’t be stupid la. If a girl asks you to be fuck buddies, would you
reject them?
Me: You’re toying with me.
J: You’re letting yourself get toyed. And you secretly like it.
Truthfully, sex with Jenny was very fulfilling. For my cock of course. But
she was right. I was damaged goods. And whoever Magnum PI was, he probably
could not solve whatever was going on in my head. Hell, I could not solve
what was going on in my head. Everything was about sex, work, sex, more sex.
Maybe the accident rewired my brain. No, I was already like this before.
Maybe with a little bit more of a conscience.
Jenny also was right when she said I let Shirley down. In my defence I would
have said I did it unknowingly. But I knew it was not true. Everytime I
harboured a thought about starting a new life with Shirley, and blocking
everyone else out, I somehow managed to lock that thought away in the deep
recesses of my mind. I thought that as long as Shirley never found out about
my transgressions, I would still be able to maintain whatever I had with
her. But now, it seemed that whatever we had was gone, and we could not even
be friends, much less god-siblings.
I always thought of myself as a good person. At least in the sense that I
liked the girls I was sleeping with. But now after much thought, and Jenny’s
psychoanalysis of me, I realised that I was probably no different from Alex
or Keng, other than the fact that I did not have to pay for my fucks. Hell,
I did not even compensate them in other ways, be it monetary or emotionally.
Me: Do you feel I treat you bad?
J: Do I even care? I like you but not that much ok? As long as I get good
sex every now and then, I won’t bother you.
Me: And that’s enough for you?
J: I know I’ll never be the kind of girl you want. The kind you marry. I’ve
not reached that level, and probably never will. That girl is different.
Me: How do you know?
J: You don’t remember that sometimes you tell me about her?
Me: Er. Some parts. Mostly when I’m high.
J: Yeah. But a girl remembers what a guy tells her.
Me: By the way, why do you keep referring to her as “that girl”?
J: You don’t think I’m jealous?
Me: Should you be?
J: Why can’t I be?
Me: We’re just fuck buddies…
J: I said I like you. So obviously I’ll be a little jealous.
Me: Oh.
J: But once again, I want you to be happy.
Me: I’m happy.
J: No you’re not.
Me: Not entirely, but to a certain extent…
J: I know I can make you happy through sex. But it will not satisfy you
completely. Remember I talked about your sexual and emotional needs?
Me: Yeah.
J: I can give you all the blowjobs you want, make you cum so many times till
you can’t walk properly, but you still need love. It’s a different feeling.
Me: How do you know? Were you ever in love?
J: Nope. Still looking. So I fulfil my sexual needs first.
Me: You know, for a chao ah lian, you actually make a lot of sense.
J: Fuck you. I’m not a chao ah lian.
Me: You forgot the way you looked, dressed and spoke when we first started
fucking?
J: It’s a phase I was going through la!
Me: Ok fine. You outgrew it.
J: Yeah. So give me a little more credit ok?
Me: What if I decide to go back to her?
J: Go ahead. But you are so fucking ballless.
Me: Very funny.
J: Then go lor.
Me: I-
J: See. Wishy-washy.
Me: Fuck la. I’m messed up inside.
J: Tell me. Does your heart skip a beat when you think of her?
Me: What do you mean skip a beat?
J: Ok, wrong phrasing. Do you feel weird when you think of her? Like a weird
sensation in your chest?
Me: Er, I think so?
J: How about when you kiss her? Touch her? Make love to her?
Me: Erm. Sounds about right?
J: Then what about me?
Me: Huh?
J: Do you feel the same way with me?
Me: Not really?
J: What do you feel then?
Me: Well, I feel your warm wet tongue on my cock, your wet, juicy pussy
that’s still tight. I feel your fingernails on my back when you sometimes
grab me when you cum…
J: Idiot.
Me: No. I don’t feel the same way with you.
J: So obviously you like her more la. But I think you’re scared to admit it.
Me: Probably.
J: And that contributed to your current situation.
Me: I guess.
J: Can you give up sex with me and other girls or not? Be a one-woman man.
Me: I could if you stopped making me feel so good.
J: Idiot. I’m trying to be serious.
Me: I’m being serious. If you were a bad fuck, why would I wanna continue?
J: Oi. Don’t blame me for your horniness ok?
Me: I’m trying not to…
J: Bastard.
Me: I know.
J: And I think I’ve talked so much I’m no longer horny…
Me: Oh.
J: Too bad la. I’ll just take my medicine and sleep.
Me: But you haven’t eaten anything… Can’t take meds on an empty stomach.
J: I’m lazy to buy food.
Me: I’ll cook you some instant noodles la.
J: You see what I mean?
Me: What?
J: You’re a caring person. Or at least to me. Now why the fuck do you let
your cock overshadow all that?
Me: Er. Sex is more pleasurable?
J: Funny. Ok go cook me something to eat. Then I’ll go sleep. Maybe we’ll
have sex when I wake up.
Me: I’ve to go back to camp tonight la.
J: Then no sex lor.
Me: Ok.
J: See! You can control yourself.
Me: I know I can.
J: Then?
Me: I just enjoy seeing you cum.
J: Stop stop. Don’t make me horny. I just want some food and lots of sleep.
Me: Ok. I’ll see what’s in the kitchen.
J: Thanks. I really appreciate you taking care of me.
Me: I’m not gonna say anything more. Go rest while waiting.
I found some instant noodles, vegetables and hotdogs in the kitchen and
made Jenny a late breakfast, or was it more like lunch.
I placed the bowl on the dining table and went back to her room. In the
short space of 10 minutes, she had fallen asleep again. I shook her gently.
Me: Hey…
J: Hmm?
Me: Oh my god, you’re burning up again.
I grabbed the ear thermomether and stuck it in.
J: Oh… That feels good… Why don’t you stick your thing in me too…
Me: Crazy.
Her temperature was back at 39.5.
Me: Are you able to eat and take your medicine?
J: Should be.
Me: Why’s your fever intermittent?
J: If I knew, I wouldn’t have to see a doctor.
Me: Right.
J: Can you feed me?
Me: Erm. It’s noodles. I should have made you porridge.
J: Just feed me la.
She propped herself up with her pillows.
J: I’m waiting…
Me: Wah lau. I’m not your maid.
J: Then don’t do it lor.
She tried to get out of bed but flopped back onto it.
J: Maybe I need sex la. To cure this.
Me: Very funny. Stay here. I’ll bring the food in.
I went to the kitchen to find a tray of some sort to put the bowl on.
Luckily, there was one. I carried the tray back to her room. Jenny was
absent-mindedly touching her nipples through her nightgown. I felt myself
stirring.
J: My nipples are sore. Did you suck on them too hard?
Me: Er. We didn’t even have sex.
She took off her nightgown and rubbed her nipples.
J: Sure or not?
I tried my best not to stare at her erect nipples, fighting my my own
erection.
Me: Put your clothes back on. The soup is hot. If it spills…
J: Kinky.
I put the tray on her computer table and attempted to put her nightgown
back on. She pulled me towards her.
Me: Oi! Are you really sick or not?
J: Ya lah. I’m sick lah.
Me: Then start acting like you’re sick. Keep your clothes on and I’ll feed
you.
J: We’re bickering like a married couple…
Me: Very funny. If it’s like this for the rest of my life…
J: But the sex will be good…
Me: Don’t tempt me.
J: You think we can be a couple?
Me: I don’t know. Now shut up and eat your noodles.
J: So rude. Our kids better not be like you.
Me: Who wants to have kids with you?
J: Ya lor. This kind of father, so terrible.
I shoved the forkful of noodles into her mouth.
Me: Eat, then take your medicine.
J: Feed me properly leh.
Me: Wah lau, you are not a baby.
J: You need to practise.
Me: Fuck la.
J: Next time feed baby how?
Me: Whatever.
We kept teasing each other until she finished eating.
I gave her her medicine and made sure she swallowed them.
Me: I’ll be leaving soon ah.
J: Can you stay? Please.
Me: I got to work la. Logistics audit coming up. I need to help my
colleagues.
J: Please?
Me: Really can’t.
J: I’m on MC tomorrow.
Me: Then you rest la.
J: I thought you said you will take care of me?
Me: I did. You seem fine to me leh.
Jenny grabbed my hand and placed it on her forehead.
J: Still got fever.
She moved my hand to her neck, then her breast. I contemplated squeezing it.
Me: You’ll be fine la.
J: I’ll make it worth your while.
Me: I don’t want to have sex with you now la.
J: Why?
Me: Because you’re sick!
J: Sick cannot fuck meh?
Me: Can. But I don’t want.
J: Can I cuddle you to sleep then?
Me: Why?
J: Cos it feels good.
Me: Wa lau.
J: Really. I like the feeling of your body next to mine. Your warmth. Your
hard cock pressing against my butt.
Me: Ok la. As long as you sleep. But evening I have to go.
J: I’ll set my alarm. Don’t worry.
Me: Don’t try anything funny ah.
J: Orh.
I brought the bowl and tray back to the kitchen, washed them then went back
to Jenny’s room. I expected her to be fast asleep, but she was waiting for
me. She patted the space beside her. I lay down.
Jenny pulled me towards her and snuggled up to me.
I kissed her foreheard.
Me: I could get used to this.
J: Me too.
We must have slept for a very long time.
I was awakened by the sudden extreme drop in temperature, and the claps of
thunder outside Jenny’s window.
I gently squirmed out of Jenny’s warm embrace and realised that somehow
during our slumber, she had disrobed. My berms and briefs had disappeared
as well. Had I been raped in my sleep?
I felt my dick but could find no evidence of penetrative sex. Or maybe she
was a sneaky one.
I got up and stared out the window. The rain was falling like no tomorrow,
as if the clouds had been collecting water vapour for far too long, and was
only allowed their reprieve now, by pelting the earth mercilessly.
I checked the digital clock on her desk.
Me: Holy shit!
It was nearing 7pm.
While I did not have to report back to camp till before 2359hrs, I was
usually back after an early dinner so I could chill out in my bunk.
I fumbled around in the dark for my berms and briefs and found them on the
floor. I put them on and began stuffing my wallet, handphone, keys and
cigarettes into my pockets.
Jenny awoke.
J: Hey. Where you going?
Me: Back to camp?
J: Huh? I thought you were going to spend some time with me…
Oh great. Another needy one.
Me: I can’t lah. It’s the audit period. I have to be around.
Suddenly, she sprang up from the bed and literally jumped on me, forcing
her tongue into my mouth, frenching me so fervently that copious amounts of
saliva was exchanged. I felt myself getting hard. Jenny finally released me
after a few minutes of ferocious tongue-fighting and immediately dropped to
her knees, pulling down my berms and briefs in one swift motion. She
managed to wrap her warm, wet lips and tongue around my semi-erect shaft
before I pulled her up.
Me: What are you doing?
J: Trying to transfer the virus to you so that you’ll be sick and can take
MC and spend tomorrow with me?
And she went back down to work on my cock. I tried to pull her up again but
she bit down slightly.
J (rather incoherently, with cock in mouth): I’ll bite it off if you try to
stop me.
Me: What?
J: I said I’ll bite it off.
Me: Er…
J: Since when do you reject my blowjobs anyway?
She went down again, slipping my entire shaft into her mouth, deepthroating
me while her tongue tickled my balls. I tried to stop her in vain.
Me: Hey. I really don’t think I can take medical leave…
She ignored me and continued pleasuring my pole, varying the force of her
suction, and alternating between sucking, licking and wanking.
I had not released in awhile and soon I felt the familiar sensations
building up. Jenny felt this too while she was massaging my balls and
attempted to delay my orgasm using the ball-pulling method.
Me: PLEASE DON’T TORTURE ME! I WANT TO CUM!
Jenny let got of my balls and continued sucking while massaging my balls. I
reached the point of no return and released stream after stream of hot,
sticky cum into her mouth. She decided to torture me further and did not
let up on her sucking, while wanking me at the same time, as though she was
the milk-maid who just had to get that extra bit of milk out from the cow.
I grabbed her head in an attempt to stop her, my knees already shaking
badly. She totally ignored me and upped the tempo. I had to support myself
on her computer table to avoid losing balance. She continued massaging and
tickling my balls, trying to tease the next shot out. I thought I was going
to die from pleasure. Pins and needles formed at my feet and slowly moved
up to my thighs. I started cramping up.
Me: Stop! Please!
She did, pressing my dickhead at the same time.
J: Not good enough?
She started wanking me slowly. I shuddered.
Me: Its…. good…
She traced the tip of her tongue around my dickhead slowly, then followed
up by wrapping her lips around it again, bobbing her head up and down
slowly.
Her next move totally caught me off guard. She massaged my balls with one
hand while grabbing the base with the other. She started licking upwards,
stopping at the tip of my cock, teasing the space between where the glans
meet (the frenulem or something). The feeling was indescribable. Coupled
with her testicle massage, the urge to cum returned and despite having
already shot my load, I proceeded to unload another two shots into her
waiting mouth. She caught my semen on her tongue, stood up and pulled me in
for a kiss. I could not push her away as I was still supporting myself due
to my weakened legs.
Jenny took great pleasure in introducing me to my man juice, not that I had
not tasted it before (refer to previous encounters).
I tried to keep it in my mouth with the intention to spit it out later but
she refused to breakaway from the kiss, generating so much saliva that I
forced myself to swallow. Sensing that her mission had been accomplished,
Jenny released me and flopped back onto the bed. I dropped to the floor,
coughing, with my legs still cramping up. She started laughing.
J: Now you’re definitely gonna be sick!
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Originally Posted by
emperor11
If this is real experience.. Jenny pro with mind f! Must be careful with such woman… subconsciously want you to fall in love with them but when you do, they run away.
oh it’s damn real. i’ve been mind fucked already…
I tried to ignore the rancid taste in my mouth and stumbled onto the bed.
J: Want more?
Me: You’re mad.
J: So MC tomorrow?
Me: Argh. Ok. Whatever.
J: Well, the clinic opposite closes at 9 I think.
Me: Ok. Ok. I’ll go. But what’s my excuse?
J: Just say sick la.
Me: The doctor so easy to bluff meh?
J: Quite easy la.
Me: Hmm.
J: In the mean time, wanna have sex first?
Me: Siao. I’ll go see the doctor. I just came twice ok? You think recover
so fast meh?
J: Knowing you, you like a challenge…
Me: Whatever.
She tried to kiss me again with her spermy mouth. My cum was so thick and
sticky that I could still taste it. I pushed her off.
J: Now you know how it feels when you cum in my mouth.
Me: Yes yes.
J: But I would do it for you. Even swallow.
I read somewhere that if a girl is willing to swallow your semen, it meant
that she was willingly submitting to you and would do anything for you.
Either that, or she was just a dirty slut.
Me: Next time you cum in my mouth I swallow also lor.
J: Wah. You think so easy to squirt meh? I pee in your mouth instead.
Me: No thanks.
J: Why?
Me: You’re crazy, sick and disgusting.
J: Ok lor. Whatever you say.
I got up and went to the toilet to rinse my mouth with Listerine. I did not
want to imagine what the doctor would say if he or she was examining my
throat and saw or smelt sperm in there. They might think that I was gay or
something. I re-entered Jenny’s room.
J: We go for dinner later ok?
Me: Ok. Whatever you say.
I borrowed her spare keys so I would not have to bother her to open the
door later.
The clinic was relatively empty as it was nearing closing time, or maybe it
was because not everyone was a malingerer like me. I tried to think of some
excuse that I could give to secure the MC.
When it was my turn, I put on the most pathetic face I could muster and
entered. The doctor was a pleasant-looking young lady.
Doc: Hi, what’s wrong with you?
Me: I’ve been having diarrhoea and vomitting, along with a bad headache.
Doc: For how long?
Me: Since yesterday.
Doc: Did you eat any food that may have contributed to this?
Me: Er, I had orh luah yesterday, and some pasar malam food at night.
It was an obvious lie.
Doc: Ok. Lie on the bed and pull up your shirt.
I did as I was told. The doctor listened to my stomach with her stethescope
and began tapping and pressing my abdomen. I fake flinched everytime she
pressed.
Doc: Your stomach is churning. Have you eaten anything today?
Me: Not yet. I didn’t want to eat in case I have diarrhoea or vomitting
again.
Doc: Ok. I’ll prescribe some medicine for your diarrhoea and vomitting. Is
two days medical leave enough?
Me: I guess so.
Doc: You may wait outside.
Me: Thanks doctor.
I faked a weak smile and slowly made my way out of the consultation room.
I waited barely five minutes before collecting my medicine and MC and
paying the bill. Thank goodness for NETS as I was low on cash. I took a
receipt so I could claim from my medcal benefits.
I headed back to Jenny’s flat and let myself in. The flat was dark and it
seemed like no one was home yet. Jason was probably out with his girlfriend
and their parents were presumably still overseas.
I sat at the dining table and lit a stick. I called my Company Orderly
Sergeant to update him of my status, before calling my Company Sergeant
Major and texting Alex. Alex soon replied.
A: Bro you ccb. tml auditor coming to check my store.
I texted back.
Me: Sorry la. Yesterday went pasar malam at bedok, dunno wat i ate.
A: Knn. Tues if you ok come back la.
Me: Ok.
Just as I put my phone down and took another drag on my cigarette, Jenny
appeared out of nowhere, wearing nothing but her birthday suit.
Before I could say anything, she knelt in front of me and unzipped my
berms, pulling my cock out from my briefs.
J: I hope you have recovered. Cos it’s my turn to cum.
Quote:
Originally Posted by
stephen_alfred
Bro Enigmaofsorrow, will be waiting for your next story. Btw, you stay in the east side?
yes bro, i used to stay in the east. now i stay in camp…