I never expected a French kiss to make me so horny.
Vanessa was not traditionally attractive, not in the big breasts nice ass kind of way. As mentioned before, she was petite, and had a toned slender figure. On hindsight, she was probably almost reaching the pre-eating disorder stage. But she was cute, and being so small-sized, one could only wonder how tight her pussy would be. And she was a good kisser. Considering the amount of sex she had with the multiple persons she claimed she bedded, I was wondering what other kinds of skills she had.
By this time Amanda’s blowjob had already brought me to maximum hardness. I felt her saliva coating my balls. I would have wished it was a bare-back blowjob like she normally gave me, but perhaps she was slightly worried about Vanessa, considering her numerous sex partners. At no time did either of them mention if Vanessa used protection or not. I guess I was slightly worried myself, but when your small head is the one making the decision, anything goes.
Amanda stopped sucking and proceeded to tickle my balls with her tongue. Vanessa then moved downwards and took me in her mouth.
I almost came within a few sucks. For someone that small, she was able to produce an obscene amount of suction. Coupled with Amanda’s tongue on my balls, and occasionally on my asshole, the feeling was indescribable.
Try as I might, I could not resist the urge to cum and shot into the condom.
V: Hey…
A: I thought you normally last longer?
Me: Erm. She’s quite good at this.
A: So you mean I’m lousy???
Me: No… I mean I wasn’t expecting to cum.
V: So how now? He came so quickly.
Vanessa looked a little disappointed.
A: Make him hard again then.
V: Ok.
Vanessa removed the used condom and tied it up before tossing it aside. My cock was already deflated. I was pretty disappointed in my own performance. Amanda also stopped teasing my balls and straddled on my face. I could smell the feminine wash. She lifted up her skirt. She was not wearing any panties.
A: Your turn.
I wondered how I was actually gonna make her cum without the use of my hands.
Me: Untie me.
A: Nope. Just use your tongue.
Me: Erm. Ok.
Somehow, the gap between my face and her pussy was just right, thanks to the pillow I was lying on, and I stuck my tongue out, tracing her labia and venturing towards her clit. I wondered how I was gonna pleasure her properly as I usually pulled back the hood for easier access.
Maybe we had an unspoken connection as Amanda realised my difficulty and pulled back the hood herself. Clit exposed, I attacked with glee. Amanda was really getting in the mood as well as she grabbed her breasts with her free hand through her blouse.
While all this was happening, I felt something cold on my cock. Vanessa was cleaning me with wet wipes. I heard her tearing open another condom but she did not cap me yet. Grabbing my flaccid member in her small hands, she wanked me slowly while licking and sucking on my balls. She really knew how to utilize her tongue, and in no time I was hard again. She capped me quickly and jumped on top of me, rubbing my dick on her pussy a few times before inserting it all the way in.
Man was she wet, and super tight. I had not had such a tight pussy before. She was even tighter than Charmaine. As she slid up and down my pole, moaning softly, I wondered if she was gonna make me cum again. Thankfully I had just released and there was no such danger.
Amanda was also moaning by now. Hearing the both of them moan almost simultaneously was making me really horny. Unfortunately, my tongue was also getting tired, and I was desperate for my hands to be released. I was also wondering why they had not removed their clothes yet.
Amanda’s juices were really flowing and her moans were getting louder. It was as though she and Vanessa were in a contest to see who could moan louder. Vanessa was really riding my pole like a pro. Despite her small frame, and the constant smashing of my dickhead onto her cervix, she seemed to be enjoying it a lot.
A: I want to ride him.
Both of them got off and Vanessa removed the condom. Maybe Amanda was really horny as she neglected to wipe my cock or even put on another condom. I tried to stop her.
Me: Erm… Condom?
A: Fuck it! Just let me cum!
She went all the way down and grinded her clit on me. Vanessa tossed the condom aside and went to the bathroom. I heard the shower running.
I raised my bound hands over Amanda’s head and pulled her towards me, sticking my tongue in her mouth. She reciprocated and adjusted her position to continue grinding. Within a few more strokes, she shuddered violently.
A: FUCK YES!!!
She struggled to push herself up. Suddenly she pinched my nipples hard.
Me: Owww! What was that for?
A: For almost making me lose my concentration.
Me: What the fuck. I wanted to kiss you.
A: Idiot.
Me: You forgot the condom.
I pointed to my still hard cock that was coated with her juices.
A: Sorry. Was too horny.
She lit a cigarette.
Me: Are we even allowed to smoke in here?
A: No idea. Does it matter? I’m a paying customer.
Me: Whatever.
I entered the shower.
The first thing that struck me was not how child-like Vanessa looked in the shower, (I’m not a pedophile ok, but she’s really small sized), but her back full of tattoos.
Me: Wow. That’s cool.
She had a full-sized Phoenix on her back. She turned around and I finally saw how small her breasts were. They were probably an A-cup, unless there was something smaller than an A-cup. Compared to Amanda, Vanessa would really look like a lower secondary girl. She looked a little shy. Maybe that was why they remained fully clothed during sex. Self-esteem issues maybe?
I stepped into the shower with her and placed my hands on her chest. It really felt like I was molesting some school girl.
V: They’re too small for you?
Me: I’ve got large hands.
I bent down slightly to kiss her. She opened her mouth willingly and our tongues met again. I fondled her small brown nipples with my thumbs, she moaned slightly and grabbed my semi-hard snake.
As our tongues fought under the running water, I moved one hand down to her pussy. Unlike Amanda’s, she was not clean shaven but neatly trimmed. I slowly inserted one finger into the hole. It was still damn tight.
Amanda suddenly entered and joined us in the shower. I felt her soft breasts pressing onto my back as she kissed my neck. The semi-hard snake was already fully hard and searching for a hole to enter.
Amanda took over the handling of the snake from behind as Vanessa turned off the shower. She bent down and started sucking on my balls as Amanda wanked me. Slowly, she came to the front as well and we started frenching as Vanessa licked the shaft upwards and twirled her tongue around the head. I wanted to ask her about protection but I guess it was too late. Her lips encircled the head and inch by inch she swallowed the snake. I felt it go all the way past her tonsils. She kept it there for a few seconds before releasing it and then repeating the process until she choked. By now I was already attacking Amanda’s massive chest with aplomb. Vanessa resumed licking up and down the shaft, alternating with sucks and wanks in between. My free hand ventured to Amanda’s bald pussy and I inserted my middle finger in. Yep, Vanessa was definitely tighter. I probed around for the g-spot and found it without much difficulty. Soon Amanda was moaning louder.
Vanessa deepthroat blowjob continued for only a little while longer before she stood up and joined me in attacking Amanda’s boobs. My other hand soon found it’s way to her pussy as well. I wondered if I was going to get to see some girl-on-girl action later on.
Vanessa and I moved out of the shower to allow Amanda to wash up.
She lay on the bed and I spread her legs wide, getting in between them, and attacked her hairy clam. I inserted my finger into her tight hole that was already wet and rubbed her g-spot. She just lay back, eyes closed and biting her lower lip. I gingerly licked her clit without lifting the hood, and continued around her labia, all the while still fingering her. My other hand exposed her clit from the hood and I sucked gently on it. She suppressed a moan. I started licking, alternating the pace and pressure. After a few minutes of stifled moans, she suggested a 69.
I lay on the bed and she got down on me, thrusting her ass towards me. I resumed the g-spot rubbing and clit licking while she ran her tongue up and down my shaft, teasing out the pre-cum and licking it off. She attempted another deep throat but gagged on the first attempt.
After another few minutes of teasing each other with our tongues she got off and took another condom. From the box I saw that it was ribbed. I wondered why she even needed the extra stimulation.
She capped me and slid down again. For the first time I saw how tight her pussy was as she inserted it slowly. Her flat chest was really distracting and a part of me wondered if she really was a poly student. She rode up and down in measured strokes, while stifling soft moans and biting her lower lip. She looked as though she wanted to cum. I wanted to suggest that she grind her clit on me the same way Amanda did, but wondered if it would actually hurt her. But I suggested it anyway.
V: You’re a little too long for me to do that.
Me: Well, have you tried it before?
V: Yes. The guy was thick and short, so I could stimulate both by clit and g-spot at the same time. If I try it with you. I’ll just keep hitting my cervix. It feels good but not that good you know?
Me: I don’t have a cervix.
V: Right.
I reached up and played with her nipples again. She bent down towards me, bringing them to my mouth. I licked and sucked. It was a little weird not having much boob to grab while doing so, but her nipples were very sensitive, and each touch of my tongue made her moan again.
She started grinding slowly, with my dick half out of her pussy. I was a little worried that one wrong move would snap it off. But it did not happen. Within minutes, she reduced herself to a crumbling heap as she came. I pulled out and turned her over.
Me: Now it’s my turn.
She spread her legs herself and I pushed my cock in slowly. Fuck, she was so damn tight. Amanda really chose a good one. It felt like I was fucking a virgin.
I tried my best not to thrust too deep or hard in case I hurt her. I could tell she was really enjoying herself as she played with her nipples with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other. Amanda came out of the shower and sat at the dressing table, lighting another cigarette and watching us.
A few more minutes of thrusting into the supremely tight hole, I felt the urge to cum. I immediately withdrew, quickly removed the condom and released one long shot onto Vanessa’s body. I underestimated the force and the stream actually landed on the headboard and her face, and slowly flowed down. She licked her lips. Amanda came over and licked her face, forcing the remaining cum into Vanessa’s mouth. They frenched for awhile. My rapidly deflating cock decided it could not make up it’s mind and started inflating again.
A: And that’s the closest you’ll ever get to cum in my mouth.
I was hard and ready to go again.
I went into the bathroom again to wash up and Vanessa followed me in.
V: Think you can go again?
I was still hard, but I wanted to wash up before any more action.
Me: Sure I can go again.
V: Your girlfriends must be really lucky to have someone as horny as you?
Me: Meaning?
V: You’re so horny that you keep getting hard, and yet you make sure she cums. You’re not those guys who just roll over and fall asleep after they cum.
Me: I didn’t have that many girlfriends. Amanda is technically the third.
V: But you’ve had loads of flings in between right?
Me: I suppose that’s slightly accurate.
She grabbed my still-hard dick and started wanking.
V: You’re not sad Amanda is breaking up with you?
Me: I expected it.
V: Really?
Me: She wants different things out of life. I guess I was just a convenient thing for her. Someone to entertain her and see to her sexual needs as well.
V: And you’re ok with that?
Me: Why not? Men only need a time and place. It’s women who need a reason.
V: Wow. If you were a girl I’d call you a slut.
Me: What about yourself?
V: I’m a slut too then. But not in school. I only find guys online. It’s quite thrilling actually. You never know who’s behind the screen.
Me: What if you meet someone from school?
V: I only meet older guys. And I usually ask for a face pic first.
Me: How many have you slept with so far?
V: Twenty or so I guess?
Me: Did they pay you?
V: No. I don’t do it for the money. I don’t need the money. But they pay for the hotels and my cab fare.
Me: So if you don’t need the money why do you do it?
V: It’s fun. Really. Different cocks, different styles. All horny men. And I’m a horny girl.
Me: Why me?
V: Oh I wasn’t really interested in you. Just that you were very friendly during orientation, and you have a really hot body. I kept trying to imagine what you’d look like shirtless, like during the water games I though you were going to remove your t-shirt but you didn’t. Not a very pretty sight looking at all those skinny or fat guys…
Me: Haha. Ok. You really saw my sex pics with Amanda?
V: It was unintentional! I was wondering what she was so engrossed in. Then I saw the pics.
Me: Then you became horny?
V: Nope. I was a little sad. Cos you were attached. I was thinking how lucky Amanda was. I only became horny after she suggested this.
Me: Are you enjoying yourself?
V: Not really.
Me: Why?
V: It’s embarrassing. I mean the sex is good. You’re so long and hard that I’m a little sore. And you know how to make a girl feel good.
Me: So what’s the problem?
V: Have you seen Amanda? Her huge natural breasts? I’m jealous. Why do I have to be so flat while she’s blessed with such a nice figure? It’s not fair.
Me: There’s a reason for everything.
V: I wish I was more curvy. It must be so easy for Amanda to get a guy.
Me: You got 20 over guys online.
V: It’s different. Those guys were desperate. And quite geeky actually. Probably couldn’t find a girl in real life so they resorted to going online.
Me: How did you know they’re clean?
V: I always used condoms. Even for blowjobs. And none of them even attempted to give me oral sex. I also checked for sores and pimples and all that.
Me: How did you get to be so horny anyway?
V: Parental neglect? I hardly see my parents. Both are working. Even on weekends. My elder brother is practically my guardian.
Me: That doesn’t explain how you got horny. I mean you could have done drugs, alcohol or whatever.
V: I walked in on my brother eating out his girlfriend. I was 10. I didn’t know what he was doing but she seemed to be enjoying it.
Me: Then?
V: Then I asked him about it. At first he scolded me, but later on…
Me: He touched you???
V: No. He taught me how to touch myself. Showed me his porn videos. Stuff like that.
Me: Sounds interesting.
V: Then one day, when I was 13, I hid a video camera in his room.
Me: Wow.
V: Of course I showed him the video after that. And his girlfriend as well.
Me: Erm. She didn’t say anything?
V: She invited me to watch them the next time.
Me: You’re kidding right?
V: Nope. I learnt how to give a guy a blowjob when I was 13. Just by watching her. And porn of course.
Me: That’s totally weird.
V: Yeah. She’s now my sister-in-law… And they have 2 kids…
Me: So you were sexually active at 13?
V: No. I didn’t have a boyfriend until I was 16. Only started the online thing after O levels. Look at me. Which guy would be attracted to me?
Me: Everyone is attractive in their own way.
V: Still.
Me: So what happens after this?
V: I don’t know. Would you still be available?
Me: For sex? I suppose. For a relationship, I don’t know.
V: But if we’re sleeping together I can’t let anyone know about it.
Me: Why not?
V: I don’t want anyone to find out about me. I don’t want to have to deal with horny schoolmates everyday.
Me: Ok…
V: But frankly, after this, I might just go back to looking for guys online. It’s seriously more thrilling. I can get myself wet at just the thought of fucking a stranger.
Me: Really?
V: Sex is mental as well. Or maybe that’s just me.
Me: Well, if you want me, find me online then. Haha.
V: Doesn’t work that way.
Me: I’m seriously ok if this doesn’t develop any further after tonight. I wanted to be a good guy, stop sleeping around and all that.
V: Well, good luck with that. Guys are always horny.
Me: So you wanna go again?
V: I think it’s Amanda’s turn now right?
Me: Doesn’t matter. I can take both of you on.
V: Impressive. But outside please. On the bed. With a condom.
Me: Let’s go.
Before we left the bathroom we shared another long wet kiss.
I had one more round with Vanessa while Amanda watched. After that, Vanessa left while Amanda and I ordered room service. After eating we cuddled in bed before sleeping.
A: Did you enjoy yourself?
Me: I guess. Did you?
A: The breakup sex wasn’t for my benefit. So even if I enjoyed it or not doesn’t matter.
Me: What will you do after this?
A: You mean besides maintaining my GPA for the final year?
Me: Yeah.
A: Oh I don’t know. Probably spend more time with my son? Start sending out resumes?
Me: We’ll still be friends right?
A: Of course. What do you think I’m?
Me: Just worried.
A: I’ll never let my personal life interfere with my school work. It’s up to you to handle yours. Next sem will be our industrial attachment, and we may not be in the same group for the final sem.
Me: I’m worried.
A: About?
Me: I thought I could change, stop being so horny, stop sleeping around.
A: You just have to be true to yourself. Don’t hurt others. If a girl wants to sleep with you don’t automatically assume there’s feelings involved. If there’s feelings involved then be a little more careful. I can’t tell you how to live your life. You have to decide for yourself. I know guys can’t control themselves most of the time. But I can see you’re different. Just be yourself.
Me: I’ll try.
We shared one last kiss before falling asleep in each others arms.
I never met Vanessa for sex again after that night, but we do chat occasionally online, even now. She has since stopped looking for guys online but she is still single. Sometimes I wonder if I should meet up with her, but I guess it’s not such a good idea. People change.
I did, however, sleep with Amanda a few more times while we were both away at different companies for our industrial attachment. The sex this time was different. It was really just for self-gratification. But of course we both enjoyed it.
As expected, we were both in the same group again for our final semester, along with Derek and Hafiz.
My final results were not too bad, but I could not make it to a local university. Amanda, not surprisingly, graduated with merit, and she applied for university. We had one last drunken fuck session after a BBQ at Derek’s place to celebrate the end of our poly days. After I enlisted into army, we lost contact totally. I could not even find her on Facebook.
Hafiz enlisted into the police force and later on went to Australia to furher his studies. I have not heard from him either.
Derek enlisted into the Air Force, but I heard he went AWOL for quite some time and eventually ended up in DB. After his NS, he furthered his studies in the UK. I did meet up with him a couple years back when he returned for a short while. He is probably back in England now.
As you readers have read before, it was when I was about to graduate from poly that Jenny appeared in my life. So I guess the story will continue from where it left off. There should not be anymore flashbacks, as there is nothing else noteworthy that happened.
As it stands now, I am still in camp on weekdays and playing Diablo 3 on weekends. I still bring Shirley for her gynae appointments, Diane still comes over now and then just to chat with Shirley and generally irritate the shit out of me. Jenny’s still living on her own despite my efforts to get her to move in with Shirley. She has not agreed to meet me for supper or drinks yet as she started a new job and is relatively busy. I also have not met up with Nicole since reconnecting with her again. School holidays are ending so I guess I better catch her before she goes back to teaching mode.
Other than that, seriously nothing has happened. And I doubt there will be any updates for now.
Maybe when Shirley gives birth I will have a change of heart even though it is not my child. Maybe one day I will become fuck buddies with Diane. Maybe one day I will find out that Nicole still has some feelings for me and perhaps we can start anew. But if all that fails to materialize, there is always the six year pact with Jenny. And maybe one day I will end up as her husband.
To all my faithful readers out there, thanks for the support you have given me so far. I will not close this thread just yet in case anything interesting happens.
Peace.
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Samdude
Hi Enigma,
I read the entire thread in one sitting and I think you’re a brilliant writer. You keep great pace and you’re expressive and articulate. You let the reader live vicariously through your writing.
I’m not sure if you’ve seen Californication (
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Califor...28TV_series%29
) but you remind me of Hank Moody from the show. If you’ve seen it you will know what I mean.
If you ever decide to pursue writing further, look at Californication, tuckermax.com as well as Chelsea Handler’s works. The way they approach sex as a subject is one that is very candid and becoming more mainstream.
Personally, I’ve not had the good (or bad) fortune of living a life as colorful as yours. I can relate to you a little in being Catholic and yet not going to church. I hope things go well for you.
Once again, kudos.
Never watched Californication, but the wiki makes it sound like an interesting show… Will look out for it. Thanks.
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onlyhuman
hi TS, thank you for sharing…great narration.
PS: makes me felt that should i start a thread any relate my stories too…just for memories sake.
Just share. I only started writing after reading everyone elses stories.
How often have you heard the phrase “every beginning has an end”? Or maybe even “good things don’t last forever”?
You must be wondering why I am suddenly posting again, having already completed the narration of the majority of the sexual encounters of my youth.
I thought my life was getting back on track, although not really the way I envisioned. But it was still better than before. I have a roof above my head, do not need to struggle to put food on the table for my next meal etc..
Although my career has gone to the shitter, it doesn’t really matter. I still draw a decent salary commensurate with my paper qualifications, although I probably could be getting a higher salary outside of the organization. However, in these turbulent economic times, I am grateful to still be employed.
But my job is not the issue here.
I was on annual leave today as I had to accompany Shirley for her gynae appointment. As usual, I waited outside while she went in for the consultation. I was browsing through some magazines when the receptionist called out me after she answered a call.
R: Sir, could you go into the doctors room?
Me: Why?
R: I’m not sure, but it’s important.
I put the magazine down and entered.
Shirley was sitting at the patients chair. I sat behind her.
Me: What’s up?
Doc: Ms. Tan has explained to me that you aren’t the father of her child, but I have some bad news.
Shirley was remained silent.
Me: Uh huh?
Doc: There has been no significant fetal growth since the previous consultation, and I am unable to detect a fetal heartbeat.
Me: You mean?
Doc: I believe the pregnancy has been terminated.
Me: And?
Doc: We’ll need to do another scan to confirm it. Then we’ll need to remove the fetus.
Me: Er. Ok.
I got off the chair and went to the front of Shirley. I knelt down and held her hand.
Me: Are you ok?
S: I don’t need another scan. I want it out of me now.
Her voice was cold and her face expressionless. I wondered what was going on in her head.
Me: How did this happen?
Doc: Pregnancies are unstable during the first trimester, meaning the first three months. Most pregnancies self-terminate without the mother knowing at all, the fetus is then expelled from the body during the menstrual cycle. For this case, even though it’s more than 12 weeks, there’s still a risk of miscarriage.
I turned to Shirley.
Me: Do you want to go to KK to confirm the diagnosis?
She practically screamed at me.
S: NO! I WANT THE DAMN THING OUT OF ME NOW!!!
I turned to the doctor.
Me: When can you do the op?
Doc: She’s a little unstable emotionally. I would suggest maybe next week? Let her calm down over the next few days.
Shirley started crying.
S: Please. If you can do it today, just do it. I don’t want a dead thing in me.
Doc: Your mental state is questionable, I’m advising against doing it today.
Me: Shirley. We’ll come back on Monday?
S: Kor, please help me. I want it out. Please.
Me: Doctor, is it possible to do it today? We’ll sign a waiver or something.
Doc: There’s no need for a waiver, I’m more worried about her mental state.
Me: But can it be done today?
Doc: Yes. But at my other clinic. At three.
Me: You sure you want to do it today?
S: Yes.
Me: Ok. What’s the address?
He passed me a name card.
Doc: I’ll ask my nurse to schedule you. No lunch as well as she’ll be on anesthesia.
Me: Ok.
Doc: Someone needs to take care of her for the next two weeks at least. Do you live together?
Me: Not really. But I’ll make sure someone is around.
Doc: Alright. I’ll see you at my clinic later.
Me: Is there anything I should take note regarding her diet?
Doc: She can eat anything she wants, but it’s better to have nourishing food. Especially after an operation.
Me: You mean like Chinese herbal soup?
Doc: I’m not a Chinese physician but traditionally those would help. You might want to go to a medicinal hall and ask them?
Me: Ok. Thanks.
I helped Shirley out of the room. After settling the bill, we went to my car. There was a good three hours or so before her operation.
Me: Where to?
S: Anywhere.
Me: I’ll bring you home first?
S: No need. Don’t drive up and down. Waste petrol.
Me: Ok. We’ll go to somewhere near the place then?
S: Ok.
I drove her there and we sat in silence at the waiting area until she was wheeled in at around 2.30pm.
Once she was inside, I immediately called my OC and asked to apply for two weeks leave. Obviously, he asked for the reason but I told him it was for personal matters. A short while later, Alex called me to ask what happened. I told him everything, half expecting him to laugh his ass off. Surprisingly he did not. Barely five minutes after I hung up, my CSM called me and told me to take off-in-lieu instead, for one week and annual leave for the rest. If I needed more time off he would talk to my OC. I thanked him and immediately called Alex.
Me: Bro, what did you tell Encik?
A: What you told me lor.
Me: Cannot la. One week off people sure kao pei.
A: Encik say he will settle means he will settle. This is not a small problem for you. And you owe me a martell.
Me: Huh? For what?
A: Cos I’ll be covering your duties.
Me: CB. But ok. Thanks. Appreciate it.
A: No worries bro. Just settle your stuff, come back, then we can go have fun at whatever lup sup bar you choose.
Me: Right.
As I sat in the waiting area typing this out while waiting for Shirley to recover post-op, I wondered how this would change whatever was happening in my life. Whatever it is or will be, I guess it is time for me
to step up.
Shirley was discharged at around 5 and it was almost 6 by the time I sent her home. She was rather pale and had difficulty walking so I practically carried her to the flat.
On hindsight, I should have stayed over every night instead of still staying in camp despite having moved most of my stuff back to her place. Perhaps I should not have played Diablo 3 on weekends and perhaps spent time with her. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
I wondered why the busybody Diane was not there. Surely Shirley would have told her she lost the baby and then at least she would have some female companionship?
I carried her to her room and lay her down on the bed.
S: Kor, don’t leave me please.
Her face was still cold and expressionless but I saw something in her eyes. It was probably the immense sadness that she felt having lost something dear to her. I really wondered what happened, but decided not to ask. Somethings are best left unsaid.
Me: I’m not going anywhere. But you need to eat. Just sleep first ok?
S: But Kor….
Me: Shhh… Go sleep. I’ll be back.
I kissed her forehead and left the room.
I locked up the house as I left and headed to my car. I was about to do something I had not done in a long time.
I got into my car and headed down a familiar road, turned into a familiar multi-storey car park and strode down a familiar walkway to a familiar lift lobby into a familiar lift and alighted on a familiar floor. I rang a familiar doorbell.
Kenneth answered the door.
K: You look kind of familiar.
Me: Very funny. Is mom home?
K: Yes. But I don’t think you want to come in. I don’t think dad’s very happy.
Me: Like I give a shit.
Andrew appeared.
A: Hello! Long time no see! Just got my 1SG in May. How about you?
Me: Don’t ask. Just let me in I need to see mom.
A: Dad wants to kill you.
Me: He can try.
They let me in.
My father was sitting at the dining table, beer in hand.
F: You son-of-a-bitch! Finally decided to come home? Ran out money?
Me: Thanks for insulting my mom you piece of shit.
F: What did you call me?
He got up and strode towards me.
Me: Go to hell.
Andrew stepped in between us.
A: Dad you’re drunk.
F: Repear what you just said.
Me: I said you’re a piece of shit. Now either you try to do something about it, or leave me alone.
He clenched his fist and swung it wildly at me. I grabbed it and twisted his wrist. He crumpled into a sorry heap on the ground.
Me: Hurts right? Now you know how mom and sis felt when you fucking hit them.
Andrew and Kenneth rightly did not intervene, as they knew how the bastard treated me and my sis and mom. My step-mom appeared from the kitchen.
SM: Hello enigma. Please don’t speak to your father like this.
Me: I need to talk to you. Privately.
SM: Andrew! Kenneth! Take your father downstairs. But no more beer please.
They complied.
We sat on the couch.
SM: How have you been?
Me: Not good. I need a favor.
SM: Just say it. I’ll try to help.
Me: I need some recipes. Like soups. The nourishing kind. You’re the best cook I know.
SM: Then why haven’t you come home for dinner? It’s been 4 years?
Me: Three actually. It’s a long story.
SM: Whatever your father did, I’m sure he had his reasons. He’s getting old. Maybe you should reconcile?
Me: No. I don’t know how you live with him. He’s still a drunkard and unreasonable. At least he doesn’t hit you or the boys.
SM: Yes. But you’re still his son.
Me: Then he should treat me like one.
SM: So tell me what happened.
I told her about Shirley.
SM: Oh. That’s.. A really complicated story. You sure you wanna be with such a girl?
Me: Mom. It’s the 21st century. And I’m not really with her. I just need to take care of her.
SM: Ok. I’ve got a recipe book. But it’s in Chinese. You can still read Chinese right?
Me: Yes. I think.
SM: Ok. I’ll just translate some of the words for you. Especially the herbs and all that. Will you come home?
Me: No. This isn’t my home anymore. And the rest of you are happy. I don’t want to intrude.
SM: You’re always welcome here.
Me: Thanks mom.
SM: I’ll translate the words now. Can you get your brothers to bring your father up?
Me: Ok.
I texted Andrew and soon the three of them came back up. My father gave me a cold stare as he retreated into his room. I stepped outside for a smoke. Andrew and Kenneth joined me.
SM: Kenneth! You better not be smoking again!
K: I’m not mom!
Me: Since when did you start?
K: Social.
Me: Right. You’re enlisting soon?
K: No idea. I got PES D. Enlistment on hold for now.
Me: What the fuck is PES D?
A: Temp PES la. While they determine a proper PES for him. So why are you still a 2SG?
Me: Long story.
A: How’s Jenny?
K: Isn’t Jenny that girl you both fucked?
Me: What the fuck. Why did you tell him?
A: Oops.
Me: She’s fine.
A: Haven’t heard from her for awhile.
Me: I hope you are thinking of funny stuff.
A: No. Just reminiscing.
K: Why don’t I ever meet girls like this…
Me: You’re still young.
He took a stick from my pack.
Me: Hey!
K: Social.
Me: Right.
A: So what’s been happening?
Me: Esoterics didn’t tell you?
A: No… He hardly contacts us. Oh. He’s getting his MSG in July.
Me: Nice. I’m officially the lowest rank among us now.
K: I haven’t enlisted.
Me: Not counted. But anyway it’s a really long story. Maybe one day we’ll catch up. I’m living pretty nearby now anyway.
SM: Kenneth! Stub out that cigarette now! And Andrew, stop being a bad influence!
My step-mom came out and joined us in the corridor. She passed me the recipe book and a small exercise book. I browsed through the book quickly. I could hardly recognize most of the words in there, except for 鸡,肉,菜,饭 and stuff like that.
Me: Thanks mom.
SM: No problem. And stop smoking so much. Come over for dinner one day?
Me: I’ll think about it. Bye.
I bade goodbye to the three of them and left. I heard her scolding Kenneth for smoking again. I smiled to myself. At least life was still normal for them.
I headed back to Shirley’s place and stopped by the temporary market to buy porridge for her.
When I got back, she was still sleeping. I ate my char kway teow at the couch.
After eating, I watched TV for a bit and waited for Shirley to wake up.
Thanks for all the support. Shirley has more or less gotten over the loss. Or that’s what I hope as she asked me to go back to work.
May be posting some updates on what happened. Basically I have discovered that I actually like to cook…