Diane sped down the road at along Expo, hitting speeds of almost 100km/h, and took the slip road onto the ECP. She hardly slowed down along the bend, taking the curve at around 80km/h. The WRX roared like the road monster it was and soon we were along Changi Coast Road, traveling at more than twice the speed limit.
Me: There’s usually speed traps here…
D: Not at this time.
She pushed the car to 180. I squeezed myself into the bucket seat and silently prayed that she would not suffer a momentary lapse in judgement and lose control. At such speeds, I guess I would be lucky to get away with a broken leg if we crashed.
We passed by the ferry terminal that most young Singaporean males would be familiar with and she turned into one of the car parks. I immediately exited and lit a cigarette.
D: Had fun?
Me: That’s not my kind of fun…
D: Oh come on. What’s a little rush of blood to the head?
Me: Well, all the blood’s rushed out of my head…
D: You’re really a pussy…
Me: I think I really have some sort of allergy to dangerous driving.
D: That was hardly dangerous. The car can handle it…
Me: Still. You weren’t in an accident before.
D: True.
Me: And I doubt you wanna be in one.
D: Won’t happen to me. I know my limits.
Me: I hardly think so.
D: Well, I got you here in one piece right?
Me: Do you know that I still can’t remember some parts of my life before the accident?
D: Memory loss is temporary. You probably blocked out the unwanted memories.
Me: Right. It’s still not safe. The way you drive. You could get yourself or someone else killed.
D: Life is short. I wanna enjoy it.
Me: I’m sure there are other ways…
D: Like?
I stubbed out my stick and lit another.
Me: Like the ice cream that’s melting in your ice box.
D: It’s not melting…
Me: Well, there’s always extreme sports if you need an adrenaline rush.
D: Nah. Not really into those kinda things.
Me: Then what do you enjoy?
D: Am I supposed to be blunt?
Me: Why not?
D: Well. I enjoy sex. Haha. The physical part of it anyway…
Me: Who doesn’t?
D: True.
I felt the sudden need to deviate the conversation.
Me: Shall we grab the ice cream and retire to a bench or something?
D: Sure.
I grabbed the ice cream and we headed to a nearby bench. The cool sea breeze was refreshing.
D: So, are we gonna start seeing each othermore frequently?
Me: For what purpose?
D: As friends? Maybe go on dates?
Me: Hmm. I’ll think about it.
D: How about to fuck?
Me: What?
D: I haven’t had a real man for quite some time… Oh wait. You’re a pussy…
Me: Very funny.
D: Well you certainly drive like one.
Me: You know my reason.
D: Well?
Me: Well what?
D: Are we gonna see each other or not?
Me: I really don’t know.
D: Why did you agree to come out today then?
Me: I was bored I guess.
D: Bored? So I’m the tool to ease your boredom?
Me: I suppose.
D: Then are you gonna be the tool to ease my horniness?
Me: Are you horny?
D: When I’m drunk.
Me: Haha. Well you ain’t drunk now.
D: There are other ways to make me horny.
Me: I know.
D: Then why won’t you do it?
Me: I’m trying to change my ways?
D: Bullshit. Haven’t you heard that a leopard doesn’t change it’s spots?
Me: Look. I treat you nicely now right?
D: I suppose.
Me: Who’s to say I won’t change if we start going out? Or even start sleeping together?
D: You were the one who said fuck buddies are different.
Me: What if I develop feelings for you?
D: Will you?
Me: I don’t know.
D: Things don’t have to change you know?
Me: You’re Shirley’s good friend.
D: So because of that I don’t have the right to sleep with her ex?
Me: I don’t even know if I can be considered her ex.
D: Doesn’t matter anyway. Since you’re so unwilling.
Me: I guess I don’t want to hurt you unnecessarily.
D: How sweet. By the way, do you have a big cock?
Me: What kind of a question is that?
D: Most of the buff guys I slept with are not that big in that department.
Me: Uh huh…
D: Chinese guys don’t usually have big cocks…
Me: Uh huh…
D: I slept with this Malay guy once though. He was quite sizeable. Filled me up pretty nicely. Made me cum quite a few times…
Me: Why exactly are you telling me all this?
D: I wanna know all about you.
Me: Right.
D: It’s ok if you have a small dick and are embarrassed about it…
Me: If you trying to irritate me into proving a point, it’s not working.
D: I’m just saying. I don’t mind if your dick is small, as long as you can satisfy me.
Me: On another day, if I was my old self, I would be fucking your brains out just to prove you wrong.
D: So what are you waiting for?
Me: Like I said, on another day, if I wasn’t who I want to be now. Anyway, let’s eat the ice cream before it melts…
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Me: So what did you get for me?
D: Chocolate lor. And something else.
Me: Which is?
D: You try la.
Diane shoved the spoon into my mouth.
Me: It tastes… Slightly alcoholic.
D: Yeah. Got martini. Is it nice?
Me: Ok la.
D: You’re really boring you know that?
Me: I don’t dispute that.
D: So you only do the missionary position?
Me: How did this conversation lead back to sex?
D: Curious.
Me: Curiosity killed the cat.
D: I’m no cat. I’m a dragon…
Me: Right.
D: So how many girls have you slept with?
Me: A few…
D: How did they rate you in bed?
Me: I never asked…
D: Boring.
Me: Ya la.
D: So how long can you last?
Me: How long do you take to cum?
D: Depends on how horny I am. Sometimes five minutes, sometimes never.
Me: Well, my policy is I’ll make you cum before I do.
D: Yeah right. What if I’m so good that you ejaculates prematurely…
Me: Then I’ll make it hard again.
D: You sure or not?
Me: Sure la.
D: You make yourself sound like a sex god…
Me: Never said I was.
D: So do you have condoms?
Me: Nope.
D: Will you do me raw?
Me: Nope.
D: Ok.
Me: Could we stop talking about this for now?
D: Do you still love Shirley?
I paused, not know what to say.
D: Or do you still wish you were fucking your fuck buddy?
Me: Well…
D: Well?
Me: I’m trying not to be that kind of person anymore…
D: Which kind?
Me: I don’t want to sleep around…
D: How does sleeping with one fuck buddy be considered as sleeping around? Unless there’s things you aren’t telling me…
Me: Like what?
D: You don’t have one night stands anymore right?
Me: Nope.
D: Then do you go to prostitutes? Or freelancers?
Me: I don’t believe in paying for sex. Even though it’s merely a business transaction…
D: So why don’t you want to sleep with me?
Me: Erm.
D: I’m not attractive enough?
Me: It’s not that…
D: You like skinny girls right?
Me: No preference.
D: I’m not skinny enough for you?
Me: You’re hot ok?
D: It doesn’t feel that way…
Me: Why?
D: I’m pretty sure the guys I slept with only liked my boobs…
Me: Well, they are rather large.
D: Do you like my boobs?
Me: Er. Yes?
D: Did you like touching them the last time?
Me: Yes.
D: Do you want to suck on them?
Me: No.
D: Why?
Me: I don’t want to start anything sexual with you.
D: So you don’t find me attractive?
Me: Where’s this leading too?
D: I don’t know.
Me: You seem like you have low self esteem.
D: Yeah. I can’t find a man. And now I’ve found one, he doesn’t find me attractive…
Me: There’s more to attraction than looks.
Suddenly, Diane started crying.
Me: What’s wrong?
I pulled her in for a hug. She buried her head in my shoulder.
D: All my life I’ve been struggling with my chest size. Even in primary school they were bigger than the other girls my age. Every guy I met only wanted my body and not much else. And I gave it to each one of them, every time.
Me: And?
D: That’s what I use to attract guys now. It’s like second nature. But they never last…
Me: Look. You’re smart, funny, intellectual and what not. I don’t see why you should have trouble finding a guy. The only problem is finding the right one. Of course I find you attractive, and I would queue up to sleep with you. But I’m not that kind of guy anymore. Or at least I don’t hope to be.
Diane wiped her tears on my sleeve. I brushed her fringe off her forehead and kissed it.
D: Will you be my boyfriend?
Me: No.
D: Why?
Me: The times not right. I’m not in the right state of mind for a committed relationship. And you obviously have issues with yourself.
D: You’re the only guy so far who will talk to me this way.
Me: I’m a nice guy. And I want to stay that way…
D: I’m a nice girl who can be wild.
Me: I’ll stick to the nice girl. I don’t need your wild side.
D: Can we at least see each other regularly?
Me: I don’t see why not…
D: You don’t know how happy I am just talking to you.
Me: You are?
D: Yes.
Me: That’s good…
Diane hugged me tightly. I stroked her hair.
D: Make me yours ok?
Me: I don’t know.
This time I would take things slow.
I met Diane again over the weekend despite my best efforts not to get involved with another girl for awhile.
This time, we headed to Bedok Reservoir for a midnight jog in the wee hours of Saturday morning.
I headed there on foot, while Diane met me there. I thought she was cold, as she wore a tracksuit, but the minute she stepped out of her car, she stripped off the tracksuit, revealing a tight, black sports bra, and FBT shorts. Suddenly, I felt over-dressed in my 2XU tights and dry-fit running vest.
Me: A little under-dressed?
D: Who me?
Me: At this time of the night, in this area, I don’t wish to see anything or anyone else, under-dressed or not…
D: Am I seriously under-dressed?
Me: Not really. But you might give someone a nosebleed.
D: How?
Me: Creamy white thighs and bouncing boobies?
D: Haha!
Me: Damn. I don’t know how that slipped out…
D: Well I usually wear this in the gym.
Me: Never ran outdoors before?
D: Not really. Only in school?
Me: You didn’t wear this back then right?
D: Er, PE lesson wear sports bra only? You want the guys in my class to get hardons?
Me: I don’t recall your breasts being this big then…
D: Oh my god you pervert! Why were you looking at 13 year old girls?
Me: Hello. I was your instructor for 4 years. I think I’ve seen all of you in PE shirts countless times.
D: Still… WHY WERE YOU LOOKING AT THE CHESTS OF TEENAGE GIRLS???
Me: Hey, I was a teenager too ok?
D: So desperate meh?
Me: No girlfriend what.
D: So you look at young girls?
Me: No la…
D: Then?
Me: Only you la…
D: Right. Your attempt at flirting is actually rather pathetic. We all knew you were only close to Shirley…
Me: Precisely.
D: Argh. Whatever.
Me: So are we going to stand here and debate on how your growing chest size? Or are we going to run?
D: Idiot. How far are we running?
Me: One round?
D: How far is that?
Me: Less than 5km?
D: Correction, how long do I have to run?
Me: Er… Less than half an hour?
D: Are you sure?
Me: Er. I don’t know about you, but it takes me less than half an hour…
D: You don’t have obstacles.
Me: I have a fractured leg.
D: Does it hamper your running?
Me: Not really.
D: Well, it’s a bit hard running with two things bouncing around…
Me: Yeah. Most female runners are really lean and usually don’t have massive chests…
D: Are you calling me fat???
Me: No, I just said most female runners are lean…
D: So I’m fat la?
Me: No you’re not.
D: Will you still like me if I wasn’t slim?
Me: Er. Does it even matter whether I like you or not?
D: Yes?
Me: No. It doesn’t matter. I’m not looking for another relationship now.
D: Then why are we going jogging?
Me: To keep fit?
D: We could be having hot sex and lose the calories.
Me: Hot sex? You mean like in a sauna?
D: Don’t be lame. But that’s an interesting thought…
Me: Remind me not to indulge you any more.
D: Remind me to stop thinking that I’m attractive enough for you to want to sleep with me…
Me: Could you stop your low self esteem?
D: I can’t help it.
Me: Look, you’ve got a good job, a nice car, you could probably afford a flat on your own income if you were above 35…
D: An intimate partner is missing from the picture…
Me: Trust me. I’m probably not the guy for you. Not now. Not yet.
D: Yeah. Sadly, you don’t know what you’re missing out on…
Me: Let’s just be friends for the time being ok? We’ll see how things develop in the future.
D: Ok.
Me: Now let’s do some stretching.
I proceeded to introduce Diane to the SAF standard warm-up exercises, and had a damn nice show when it came to jumping jacks and high jumper.
Diane was surprisingly a relatively fast runner and kept pace with me quite well. We completed the route in slightly under half an hour.
As we cooled down, I could not help but notice how alluring she looked.
Me: You’re really pretty you know?
D: Are you joking? I’m hot and sweaty and probably look like a mess now.
Me: Seriously. I think you’re pretty.
D: Thanks. But you’re flattery won’t work unless you really want to be in a relationship with me.
Me: Why do you want to be with me? I’m fucked up.
D: You’re nice. Really. I just don’t understand why things change when you’re involved with a girl.
Me: I can’t explain that either.
D: You need to find someone you really like, and try to make things work.
Me: So you like me because I’m nice?
D: Yes. And also because I’ve never met a guy who treats me this way.
Me: But if we get together I’ll probably fuck things up.
D: It’s a risk I’m willing to take. Now the question is, are you willing to take that risk?
Me: I don’t wanna hurt you.
D: I’ve been hurt before. I’ll just move on.
Me: I don’t want to hurt anyone else.
Diane moved next to me and put her arm around my shoulder.
D: Things happen for a reason. If you never went for the wedding I would not have met you again. Do you believe in fate?
Me: No I don’t. And you never liked me before. Why now?
D: You treated me well, even though we aren’t together. I can see a good person inside, even though you choose to hide it.
Me: I guess I don’t even know myself well enough.
D: So I’ll ask you again. Do you want to be with me?
Me: I treat you as a friend. Maybe even a younger sister.
D: Oh please. That’s passé. Either you want me as your girlfriend or not.
Me: I don’t want to be a source of regret for you.
D: Life is full of regrets. How can you say you’ll be a regret when you never tried?
She cupped my face and brought me towards her, pressing her soft lips against mine. I returned her kiss.
D: Let this be a new beginning? Our new beginning?
Me: Ok. But the minute I’m out of line, please, break up with me.
On Wednesday I was able to book out of camp to meet Diane. It was to be our first official date.
Usually, I would have driven to meet her, but she volunteered to pick me up from outside my camp.
As I waited at the camp gates, a couple of my men walked by and asked why I was not driving. We stood there smoking for awhile when the WRX roared up to us and stopped in front of me. When Diane stepped out, I was pretty sure I heard the collective sound of jaws dropping and probably boners forming in the pants of those deprived NSFs.
1: Wah Sergeant, your girlfriend ah?
It did not help that Diane was dressed in her office wear, a tight white blouse with a skirt that ended a few inches above her knees. A few inches too high perhaps.
2: Sergeant, intro leh…
3: Ya la. Chiobu must share…
Sometimes I really wondered if my men knew when the appropriate time to say appropriate things was.
Me: Er…
D: Hello boys…
Her sweet voice mesmerized the shellshocked trio.
D: You wanna drive?
Me: Sure.
I opened the passenger door and Diane slid in slowly, on purpose I presume. One of the guys actually dropped his cigarette. He quickie stepped on it to stub it out, as though he was done smoking. I headed to the drivers seat.
Me: Any of you need a lift anywhere?
I could tell they were considering the offer but the smartest of the lot decided not to intrude on our private time.
2: No need sergeant! Thank you sergeant.
Me: Alright. Make sure you book in by 2230 ok?
1, 2 & 3: Yes sergeant!
I got into the car and revved the engine on purpose, then drove off.
Me: So where are we going?
D: Hmm. I don’t know. There’s this place in Punggol…
Me: What kind of place?
D: It’s like a pub? Or a bar? With food of course.
Me: Hmm. Ok. Just gimme the directions.
D: Get on the SLE, head onto TPE, exit Punggol Way. I’ll give you more directions from there.
Me: Ok.
D: By the way your men are quite cute?
Me: Huh?
D: Reminds me of the time I had to call you sergeant…
Me: Actually, you called me instructor most of the time…
D: Same la…
Me: Brings back memories?
D: Of course. Knocking us down in the courtyard at noon… Shouting at so loudly that the teacher-in-charge came over… Making us hentak-kaki for hours…
Me: It couldn’t have been hours…
D: Ok fine. HALF an hour.
Me: Hey. I bet your legs are really strong now ok? Haha…
D: Well, wanna get into pumping position with me?
Me: Right. Let’s go slow ok?
D: Damn. I thought you were the type to fuck on the first date…
Me: Nope. Must have confused me with someone else.
D: Oh really?
She slid her hand on my thigh.
Me: Erm. Driving a really fast car here…
D: You’re going at 80 on the left lane…
Me: Still…
D: Ok I won’t touch you….
Diane unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse.
D: Hot in here isn’t it?
I ignore her and turned the air-conditioning to max.
Me: Is there any particular reason why you wanna go to this pub?
D: The foods good?
Me: Really?
D: I think so. You like good food?
Me: No real preference. As long as it’s tasty and fills me up I guess…
D: Well, their mussels are good, and their pasta. And the dessert….
Me: You sound hungry…
D: Well, I haven’t eaten lunch.
Me: What? Why?
D: I skipped lunch to finish my work so I could pick you…
Me: What…..
D: Yeah.
Me: I could have driven to meet you.
D: This is more environmentally friendly. One less car producing emissions.
Me: At the expense of your health? Doesn’t sound very worth it…
D: It is. I get to meet you.
Me: Wait a minute… I thought you were independent.
D: I miss my boyfriend. Cannot ah?
Me: Er…
D: Did you miss me?
Me: Er…
D: Ok I can see why you’re so horrible at relationships now. Haha.
Me: Thanks.
D: I’m gonna take a short nap. Since you drive like my grandfather…
Me: Hilarious.
D: Wake me when you exit at Punggol Way.
Me: Ok.
Diane lowered the incline of the car and lay back. I lowered the air-conditioning to a less chilling level.
Soon, I exited Punggol Way and shook her.
D: Hmm? Oh. Straight all the way.
I went straight.
D: Turn right.
Kept going.
D: Left then right then left into Tebing Lane.
And we arrived.
Quite a cool place really. A bistro bar place by the Punggol waterfront.
I ordered a spaghetti on recommendation of the waitress while Diane had some sort of steak. We also shared some mussels which apparently was a signature dish or something.
Our drinks arrived before the food and we lit up at the smoking area.
Me: Will you be ok to drive?
D: It’s one beer…
Me: Yeah. But aren’t you tired?
D: Well, you could always send me home and take my car back to camp and be the object of envy of your men…
Me: Some of my men drive bigger and more expensive cars…
D: I’ll be fine la…
Me: Ok.
The arrived shortly after and we ate quickly as Diane wanted to stroll along the waterfront.
I footed the bill and joined her at the walking path by the river. She was staring at the vast expanse, and the mangrove jungle on the other side.
D: Chinese New Year’s around the corner. What are you doing?
Me: Hiding in camp?
D: Oh come on. It’s the festive season. Get a life.
Me: I’m not gonna go home and see my father. Therefore, I won’t be doing any visiting.
D: Seriously?
Me: Yeah.
D: Will you come visiting with me then?
Me: Err.
D: At least to see my grandmother.
Me: Really?
D: She’s almost 90, I want her to meet my boyfriend before anything happens to her…
Me: Well I suppose I could…
D: Thanks.
Me: But I don’t have any clothes…
D: What?
Me: No new year clothes.
D: Go and buy some.
Me: Ok.
Diane hugged me.
D: Thanks for doing this.
I kissed her forehead.
Me: Don’t mention it. I guess it’s time for my life to change.
D: I think I’m really falling in love with you…
Me: One day I guess I’ll be able to say the same.
The Friday before Chinese New Year was a half day and I headed out of camp, much to the surprise of my colleagues, especially Alex.
A: Bro, going where?
Me: Chinese New Year shopping?
A: Zhun Bo? I thought you got no home?
Me: Well. I’m going to bai nian with my girlfriend…
A: Huh. Since when you got attached? Old girl ah?
Me: No la. New one.
A: Pro. When sial?
Me: A week ago?
D: From where?
Me: Long story.
A: Basket. Don’t act mysterious la…
Me: I met her a a wedding la.
A: What the fuck. Got picture or not?
Me: Don’t have.
He passed me his blackberry.
A: Facebook.
Me: Nabei. So kaypoh for what?
A: See your taste la.
Me: You chee bye.
But I took his phone anyway and navigated to Diane’s Facebook profile. Alex literally snatched his phone back.
Me: What you doing?
A: Looking for pics la.
Me: Chee bye kia.
A: Mother fucker.
Me: What?
Alex showed me his screen. He found some beach shots when Diane was in Bintan with her colleagues. She was wearing a skimpy bikini, her massive assets barely being covered by the top.
A: Fuck already?
Me: Fuck your head la.
A: You don’t want then gimme her number.
Me: Go and die la you. This time it’s different.
A: Her neh fucking tua liap leh.
Me: Ya la.
A: And you going bai nian with her? Must be serious relationship.
Me: Ya la.
A: Come, I bring you go buy clothes la. You are in need of a makeover.
Me: Fuck you la.
A: Serious. You wanna go or not?
Me: Go where?
A: I was going to JB. You wanna go or not?
Me: How you going?
A: Take bus la. If not what, fly there or walk across the bridge ah?
Me: Nabei la you.
A: You go your passport or not?
Me: Got la.
A: Then let’s go la.
Me: Ok lor. Where?
A: I was going to Bukit Indah. There’s a straight bus from Kranji. There got Jusco, Giant, Tesco, Carrefour.
Me: Fuck. I’ll drive in la.
A: Serious ah?
Me: Ya la. You know the way?
A: Don’t worry la. I’ll bring you there.
Me: Ok. I go pump to 3/4 tank first.
A: Ok. Then we reach there I’ll intro you to this seafood place.
Me: Reach there then talk.
We got into my car and headed in the general direction of Malaysia.
Me: Eh. Tuas or Second Link?
A: Second Link lor.
Me: Second Link must pay toll?
A: You never go by Second Link before?
Me: Only drove to JB a few times la. Mostly at Causeway side. To eat and pump petrol.
Alex produced a Touch and Go card from his wallet.
Me: What’s that?
A: Stored value card that can be used for the toll.
He passed it to me.
A: Take it. I have a spare.
Me: How come?
A: Everytime I go JB in a rental car or what by Second Link I’ll buy one if I don’t have at least 2. Cos whenever I go in with someone who drives and doesn’t have one I’ll pass it to them and they conveniently forget to return…
Me: Haha. Later let me know where to buy lor.
A: By the way, you have Ringgit?
Me: Nope. I’m pretty sure whatever place you’re bringing me to their accepts credit cards. You?
A: I have a Maybank account. And CIMB as well.
Me: Right. But where we’re going accepts credit cards right?
A: Have you tried paying for a hooker with a credit card? Swipe where? Her pussy ah?
Me: Chee bye kia. I’m not interested in that.
A: Kidding la. It’s a shopping mall, if they don’t accept credit cards then I pay for you lor.
Me: Ok. Haha.
A: Right. You know how to go to Tuas right? Wake me up before you you reach the immigration booth.
Me: Nabei. Make me drive there and you just sleep only…
A: If you want I can drive and you sleep la…
Me: Kidding la. You got license meh?
A: Class 2 only. Still taking my class 3. But I have military license.
Me: Right. I’ll wake you when we’re there.
We cleared customs with relative ease, the festive traffic jams were still at a minimal as it was probably still early.
A: Just go straight then exit at 307. The actual exit should be 307C I think.
Me: You think?
A: I drive by recognition of the surroundings, not by memory la. Even if we get lost, petrol here is cheap. At the most we go KL. Haha.
Me: Right.
We did not get lost and as I exited the highway, I saw the mall to the left. Aeon Bukit Indah. I entered the car park and parked near the entrance. I shook Alex.
Me: We’re here.
A: Basket. So fast.
Me: You were expecting a long drive?
Anyway, I headed straight to Jusco, which is something like BHG or Isetan, and bought a couple of shirts and pants. Alex wandered off by himself before catching up with me prior to paying up.
A: You going to bai nian or going for job interview?
Me: What?
A: Shirts and pants for Chinese New Year?
Me: Nothing wrong what. Besides there’s a red shirt in there.
A: Yeah, and when else are you going to wear it?
Me: Next year?
A: Next year you have to buy new clothes. It’s a tradition.
Me: I’m not very traditional.
A: Too bad. And trust me la, people hardly wear business wear to bai nian.
Me: Since when did you become a style consultant?
A: Just trust me. Go buy some polo tees or something. Jeans, chinos, khakis…
Me: Damn it.
I removed the items from the cashier and returned them to their spots. I turned to Alex.
Me: My budget is RM$200.
A: Let’s go. After this I’ll bring you for a massage then we go for seafood dinner.
Me: Your massage clean or dirty one?
A: See whether you want clean or dirty la.
Me: All right. Let’s get this over and done with.
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Interesting developments so far. TS when ORD?
haha… long way from now…
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Originally Posted by
Etude
Haven’t ORD, then I guess our age gap shouldn’t be that far bahs.
Well, if you’ve been in the army for 7 years, then I suppose the age gap isn’t that far…
Sunday approached and I felt rather apprehensive. Having not attended
my own reunion dinners for the past 2 years, I wondered what it would be like this time.
Thankfully, Diane did not insist that I go back home for reunion.
I dressed simply in a red polo tee and chinos and waited outside camp for Diane to pick me up.
The familiar roar of the Subaru echoed from the distance and I readied
myself for the first reunion dinner I was attending that was not my own family’s.
Me: Hi.
D: Hi.
Me: So where are we going?
D: My grandmothers house.
Me: Where’s that?
D: Somewhere in Bedok.
Me: Ok. You sure they won’t mind?
D: They won’t.
Me: I always thought that reunion dinners were for family members only…
D: Well, if you’re my boyfriend, then you’re part of my family.
Me: You don’t find it strange that I have not met your parents yet?
D: Nah. You’ll meet them later…
Me: I’m kind of nervous…
D: They’re nice people. Trust me.
Me: Is your family large? Extended family I mean.
D: You’ll see when you get there…
Me: Ok.
We arrived at Diane’s grandmothers place in Bedok and she parked by the side of the road. It was two-storey bungalow. Most of her extended family was already there. Diane approached a tall, well-built man from the back.
D: Daddy? This is Enigma, my boyfriend.
He turned around and I recognized him, almost snapping to a salute.
Me: Good evening Sir!
D’s Dad: Hello Enigma. Do I know you from somewhere?
Me: No Sir, but I think I know you.
D’s Dad: From?
Me: You were a staff officer in my division.
D’s Dad: Oh. You’re a regular? Well, you certainly look like one. Where did you find him Di?
D: He found me.
D’s Dad: How sweet. Well, go introduce him to your mom. I’m sure she’ll like him. She’s in the kitchen with grandma.
D: Ok.
Diane led me in the general direction of the kitchen.
Me: You didn’t tell me you dad’s an LTC…
D: He’s retired.
Me: Still.
D: Do you really know him?
Me: Nope. But seen him around before. Quite a strict guy I heard. Loves eating junior officers for lunch when they make stupid mistakes. Ranger-trained.
D: So? He treats me like his princess…
Me: Well, he could kill me if I did something wrong to you.
D: Then don’t.
Me: I do things unintentionally sometimes. Is your mom in the service too?
D: Well, yes.
Me: Your siblings?
D: My elder brother is a regular commando. My younger sister is on a scholarship with the Navy.
Me: A military family. Why aren’t you in it? You might have had the chance to meet lots of guys…
D: Wasn’t interested. My four years under you in the uniformed group was enough…
Me: Was I that bad?
D: No. But I guess I didn’t like the regimentation. Plus, my dad didn’t treat me the way he treats his men…
Me: But your siblings?
D: Let’s just say the middle child usually gets preferential treatment…
Me: Right.
D: Well, I hope to be under you for the next few years or longer as well…
Me: Huh? What?
D: You know…
She grabbed my crotch playfully…
Me: Very funny. Let’s go meet your mom and grandma…
Diane’s mom and grandmother were busy in the kitchen with 2 domestic helpers, preparing the food for the traditional steamboat.
D: Mom, Ah ma. This is my boyfriend, Enigma.
D’s Mom: You must be in the army.
D: Wow mom, how did you guess?
D’s Mom: Same pattern as your dad…
D’s Grandma: Leng Zai…
I think I blushed. I exchanged pleasantries with both of them and we headed to find her siblings. We found her brother at the far end of the garden, smoking with her father.
Me: Is there anyone in your family who doesn’t smoke?
D: My mom and sis.
Me: Right.
I contemplated joining them but left my cigarettes in my pocket.
D: Kor. My boyfriend.
D’s Bro: Didn’t you go for SOF selection sometime back?
Me: Er, yes.
D: You know each other?
D’s Bro: He failed the swim test.
D: You can’t swim? I thought all soldiers are supposed to be able to swim.
Me: Not good enough apparently…
D’s Bro: So you’re dating my sister? You better treat her well, or…
D: Kor don’t like that la…
D’s Bro: Or I’ll tekan you if you come for selection again. Haha.
Diane punched him.
D: Very funny Kor…
D’s Bro: Quite funny what. So you coming for selection again?
Me: I’m downgraded bro… Training accident, then had a car accident.
D’s Bro: And you’re still in service? You should leave. Your prospects are screwed.
Me: I intend to complete my contract.
D’s Bro: Well, if you can, upgrade and come for selection again. I guarantee the prospects are alot better.
Me: I’ll think about it.
D: Oi. It’s reunion dinner. Can you two stop talking about army stuff?
Me: Oops.
We finished smoking and headed back to the dining room where the females of the household were finishing the set up.
We sat down at a corner of the sub-table as the main table was full. Diane’s extended family was huge, with at least 30 members. Looking around I realised how lucky I was, as Diane was easily the hottest piece of ass at the table.
We ate dinner on relative silence, only making polite conversation when required.
After dinner, we headed to the garden to smoke again.
D: Hey, will you go somewhere with me later?
Me: Where?
Diane leaned over and whispered into my ear.
D: it’s a surprise, but I’m sure you’ll like it.
After dinner, we headed back to the car and drove off.
Me: Where are we going?
D: It’s a surprise.
Me: What’s the occasion?
D: Surprise.
Me: Can’t you tell me and I’ll act surprised later on?
D: Right. Where’s the fun in that?
Me: Ok.
We headed to the ECP and Diane gunned the engine again.
A few minutes later, she exited at Prince Edward Road and somehow we ended up at M Hotel.
Me: This is new.
D: Huh?
Me: Usually it’s the guy who brings the girl to the hotel…
She parked the car and dug into her purse, handing me a keycard.
D: So this how it works?
Me: Not really. Nice hotel though.
We took the lift to the allocated floor and navigated to the room. I inserted the keycard and we entered.
Me: Woah. It’s a suite.
D: Uh huh…
Me: Why?
Diane said nothing but pressed her lips against mine.
D: Go in.
She literally pushed me in and shut the door. I wondered what was happening.
I scanned the living room and noticed a couple of bottles of hard liquor and mixes on the coffee table.
Diane opened the door to the suite and threw her purse onto the bed. I saw a trolley-luggage.
Me: You been here long?
D: Nope. Checked in this afternoon.
Me: So this is the surprise?
D: Part of it…
Me: What’s the rest?
D: Why don’t you settle down, pour yourself a drink, watch some TV or something? I’m gonna take a shower.
Me: Don’t I get to shower too?
D: Not with me.
Me: Oh.
It was not that I was disappointed, but I guess I could not help myself.
D: There’s no ice, so you may wanna call room service for a bucket.
Diane then shut the door. I heard the shower running as I flopped onto the couch.
I spied a lowball glass. It did not look like it came from the room. True enough, I spotted packaging from Ikea near the trash can.
I opened the bottle of Jim Beam, poured slightly more than a shot and downed it in a single gulp, feeling the burn down my throat.
I picked up the phone and dialed Room Service for a bucket of ice. There was no way I was going to drink all that shit neat.
The ice would take roughly 5 minutes so I opened the Hennesy and poured a shot.
The ice arrived and I poured a Hennesy Coke for myself.
Me: Do you want anything?
I doubt she heard me so I entered the bedroom and knocked on the bathroom door.
Me: You ok in there?
Suddenly the door opened and Diane pulled me in. It was slightly steamy but it was pretty obvious that all she was wearing was her birthday suit.
She took the glass from my hand and gulped down the contents.
I stared at her naked body.
Me: This is the first time I’ve seen you fully naked.
My eyes roamed from her slender shoulders to her definitely too large for her body breasts, to the baby fats on her tummy, to the curve of her hips, her slender thighs and toned calves. No matter how hard I tried not to, I was definitely getting a reaction.
Me: You look good enough to eat…
D: Literally, metaphorically, or sexually?
She slid up to me and placed my hand on her thigh, moving it inwards.
Me: Whichever way you want it…
D: I thought you didn’t want to sleep with me?
Me: I think it’s still early in our relationship, but you’re making me horny.
D: The alcohol helps right?
Me: Do we really need this much?
D: Who cares?
Me: Erm.
D: Just go shower. I’ll see you outside.
Me: Ok.
Diane left and I stripped. I originally intended to give her a striptease but she left. As I stepped into the shower, I thought I heard the doorbell ring.
I wondered what was happening.