I woke early automatically the next morning at around 5am. Perhaps it was because of the relative uncomfortability of the inflatable mattress. I got changed and went for a low-intensity recovery run around the estate to sort out my thoughts.
I ended up at Bedok Reservoir and found a quiet bench overlooking the water. The sun was just rising and I took in the somewhat beautiful scenery.
I could not go on living with Shirley and sleeping with her occasionally as though we were fuck buddies. It was not right. I knew she still had feelings for me, and I wish I could reciprocate, but everything just felt different.
The same went for Jenny. We did have a pact, however childish it may have seemed. But again, the feelings were different. She had become my fuck buddy so many years ago, and although we did have loads of satisfying sex throughout those years, somehow feelings developed and everything changed as well.
Among all the other girls I had some sort of relationship with, more notably Nicole and Diane, none of them really would have been suitable in the long run, although through some strange twist of fate, I did develop some feelings for Nicole. But even up till now, she has not contacted me. I guess the hurt I caused her years ago was really the game changer, despite her saying she had forgiven me.
With Diane, I lost all respect and feelings for the minute she used me. There was no where in my head or heart that would allow myself or her another shot at working things out.
Furthermore, there was Grace, who had ended our last conversation leaving me still wondering what she meant. Maybe when she returned from her business trip and I actually met her for coffee I would find out. But I seriously doubt anything would come out of it.
I have tried my best to be a different person, a good person. But sometimes the natural urges take over and I end up hurting someone.
I always wondered how it was possible to have a fuck buddy without developing any feelings for each other. Perhaps one example would be my brother and Natalie. As it seems now, what they have is a purely sexual relationship. Maybe one day they might end up together, but now it was all about the sex. Something like how I lived my life in the past.
I sat there just relaxing and clearing my mind, and actually wondered why there had been so many deaths in the area. The reservoir was actually quite a relaxing and calming place to be in.
I took a slow walk back after I was done and stopped by the market to buy breakfast for the girls. I placed the food on the kitchen table and proceeded for my shower.
After that, I went to wake Jenny first. The door was unlocked and I entered, sitting by the side of the bed and gently shaking her shoulder.
I got a shock as she pushed my hand away, sad up and started screaming.
Me: Jen! It’s me!
J: NO! NO! DON’T TOUCH ME! STOP!
Then she realised that it was me, and pulled towards her, and started crying. It did not help that she was completely naked.
Shirley came running in.
S: What’s happen- OH MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
It must have looked really bad, with me holding on to a fully nude Jenny, coupled with her screams for help a little while ago.
Shirley pushed me aside and took Jenny in her arms.
S: I’m shocked that you would take advantage of her like this.
Me: Erm.
Jenny tried to explain the situation in between sobs.
J: It’s not what it looks like. I thought Matthew was coming after me.
S: Oh. You had a bad dream.
She turned to me.
S: But why are you in here?
Me: I bought breakfast?
She turned to Jenny.
S: And why are you naked?
J: I slept naked. Was feeling hot. When he tried to wake me I thought Matthew was here to finish the job.
Shirley draped the comforter around Jenny. She stared at me.
S: Go out. We’ll join you for breakfast in awhile.
I shrugged and left. And there I was thinking that Jenny had recovered from the incident. I guess I was wrong.
I waited at the kitchen table for roughly ten minutes before the both of them reappeared. Jenny was now dressed in the same army t-shirt. I wondered if she was ever going to wash it.
They took their breakfast, wanton mee for both of then, while I was having Nasi Lemak, out to the living room and plonked themselves down on the couch. I grabbed my food and followed them.
J: Sorry if I scared you.
Me: I think I scared you more.
S: Maybe you should stay away from her for awhile.
Me: I think that’s a good idea.
J: It’s ok. Really.
Me: No. I’ll stay in camp. I don’t want to traumatized you further.
J: It’s not you. It’s me. I freaked out when I felt a guys hand touching me.
Me: I’m sorry.
J: Not your fault.
S: How long will you be staying in camp?
Me: A week I guess. Let things settle down. You two will be ok right?
J: You don’t have to leave. Really.
Me: Trust me. It’ll be better for you.
S: Ok. So I guess we’ll see you on the weekend?
Me: Yeah.
S: Sounds like a good arrangement.
J: Just stay? Don’t change your routine just because of me.
Me: I’m not. I’ll be working really late anyway. Got an audit coming up.
S: How convenient.
Me: Yeah.
J: You sure you’re not doing it because of me?
Me: Partly. But really, I think you need to be away from guys, even me, until you’re less jumpy.
J: Ok.
S: Can you cook on the weekend?
Me: Sure. What would you like to eat?
S: Oh I don’t know. Try something you never made before?
Me: You mean like non-Chinese, non-Italian food?
S: Sounds good.
Me: Ok.
We continued chatting until we finished breakfast, Jenny went back to sleep while Shirley continued to watch TV. I went to kill hellspawn.
That night, I bade them goodbye and headed back to camp. Jenny looked a little uncomfortable. I think she was scared that Shirley might do something to her to take revenge for sleeping with me, but I was sure Shirley was not so malicious.
The next few days would be tough work-wise, and I was glad that at least Jenny would be taken care of. One less thing to worry about temporarily.
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Originally Posted by
callmebad
you didn’t mention about Jenny’s family?
normally when comes to such matter, family moral support and understanding is more useful and relevant than your type of ‘support’
Both Jenny and Jason have sort of “cut-ties” with their parents. The current support I’m giving her may not be the best, but it’s not the worst either..
I stayed in camp the entire week, only booking out late at night for supper with Alex and the storemen, before booking in before the guards would refuse us entry.
Friday was a different story altogether.
We finished our stuff and Alex and I piled into my car. Against my wishes, he had booked me a slot for a massage at the spa in Punggol. He said he had already paid as he used some voucher and I had to go. I figured I had nothing to lose as he did say it was a clean spa, and I was actually looking forward to soaking in the jacuzzi or dehydrating in the sauna.
We reached the place approximately around 7pm, our massage slots were at 8.30pm. Keng was already there and sitting on his bike in the car park.
K: Eh, sergeant, you finally decided to come.
Me: Basket. Stop calling me sergeant.
A: Stop standing around and talking nonsense la. Let’s go in.
We entered the spa and signed in at the reception. It looked relatively new. Apparently the staff there knew Alex on a first-name basis.
We headed to the changing room to get changed, kept our stuff in the lockers, took our cigarettes and headed to the food area to get drinks and proceeded to the smoking point. I was a little disappointed that there was no sauna, but there was a steam room, and the jacuzzi that was next to the smoking area was a heated one. I was a little surprised that there was no crowd, even though it was a Friday evening.
We soaked in the jacuzzi after our smoke. It took me a while to get used to the temperature, but it was rather relaxing. After that, we headed for a shower and slacked in the TV room until it was our turn for the massage.
I was led to a cubicle of sorts at the end of the room. The layout and design of the room cemented the belief that it was a clean spa, as only knee-high partitions separated each cubicle. There appeared to be curtains as well, but these were drawn. Across from where I was, there were massage tables, probably for the massages that required less force. I sat there on the mattress like a dumbass, not knowing what to do.
I heard Alex talking to someone. Probably one of the masseuses. I waited less than a minute before my masseuse appeared. It was really dark and I could not really see what she looked like, but she was petite.
M: Take off your top and lie face down.
I complied.
She rearranged the towel that acted as a pillow for my head, and started laying towels on me.
The massage was normal, not too hard, not too soft. I hated hard massages anyway, they caused more pain than anything, and had to stop her a few times when she pressed too hard. It was a little uncomfortable when she massaged my thighs and butt, as it felt really ticklish, and somehow, I felt blood rushing to my cock. I tried to get rid of the erection so I would not give her the wrong impression that I was some horny bastard.
M: Turn over.
I turned over and thankfully, my semi-erection was not very visible. She laid the towels on me again and continued massaging my legs.
As she moved up to my thighs, I felt her accidentally brush against my balls. Or maybe it was on purpose. She massaged the insides of my thighs. I felt the blood immediately rush into my nether regions.
Suddenly, she slid her hand into my shorts and massaged my balls. I almost jumped in shock. Was this supposed to be part of the massage?
I felt her press onto the points were the femoral arteries were and the instant she released it, I became super hard. Way harder than I ever was before. She squirted more massage oil onto her other hand and slid it into my shorts as well, coating my cock with the oil and slowly wanking me under my shorts and the towel while massaging my balls.
Within minutes I felt the urge to cum as I had not had sex for quite awhile.
M: Shooting soon.
I nodded.
She increased the pressure and pace on my cock and I released a huge load. If she had not put the towel there, I might have rendered the shorts unwearable.
She wiped the sticky mess off my cock and her hand, washed her hands with disinfectant and continued to massage the rest of my body as though nothing had happened.
Towards the end of the massage, she propped my shoulders onto her thighs as she knelt behind me to massage my head. I felt her boobs pressing on my head.
M: Long time never have sex?
Me: Yeah.
M: No girlfriend?
Me: No.
M: Handsome boy like you no girlfriend?
Me: No.
She stopped asking questions and finished the massage. I thanked her and headed to the smoking point where Keng and Alex were, having already finished their massages.
A: How? Good?
Me: Basket, I thought you say is a clean spa.
K: It is what.
Me: She gave me a handjob.
A: Haha. Then after that she wipe you right? Clean what!
Me: That’s not very amusing.
K: Wah. So lucky. Normally I don’t have the chance to get that particular masseuse. You pay her?
Me: No. Was I supposed to?
K: $50. Special mah.
A: Don’t worry la bro. It’s on me.
Me: What the fuck…
A: But shiok right?
Me: Ok la. She’s damn good.
A: I always give you the good things la. Confirm plus chop guarantee!
Me: Whatever. But no more please.
A: Why sial?
Me: I told you before. I don’t pay for sex. I don’t like it.
A: And again bro, we don’t have your luck. So many fuck buddies.
Me: I don’t have any. Not now anyway.
A: Then pay for sex la. It’s normal.
Me: No thanks.
We adjourned for a short while in the steam room before showering and I dropped them off at the MRT before heading home.
On hindsight, it was a pleasant experience. My first time getting a special from a masseuse.
I reached back home, greeted Shirley and Jenny who were watching TV, took a shower and went straight to my new room. I logged on to Facebook to see if Grace had replied but I was unable to log in. I managed to reset my password and entered Facebook only to receive the shock of my life. Apparently I had been hacked. Most of my pictures were gone, my friends list looked strange, and my profile pic was that of a topless guy. My status update was changed to reflect my apparent new taste in men, and that they should call me for free sex.
I did not know if I should laugh or be angry. It was my fault after all for using such a simple password. It did not really matter anyway. I was hardly on Facebook, my recent activity was only to reconnect with Grace.
It did not help that my iPhone had decided to commit suicide a few nights prior and all I was left with was my crappy army phone. I guessed I would have to wait awhile longer until I got a new smartphone to get in touch with Grace.
In the end, I deactivated my account and let it be. I wondered if any of my friends actually noticed that I had been hacked as none of them had bothered to tell me. I turned off the computer and lay down.
Shirley entered the room and sat on the mattress next to me.
S: Kor, how’s work?
Me: Tiring.
S: I’ll be going shopping with Jenny tomorrow. So you don’t have to cook for us.
Me: Ok. The whole day?
S: Should be.
Me: What do I do then?
S: You can come shopping with us.
Me: No thanks.
S: Then play computer games the whole day.
Me: Sounds good.
S: Addict.
Me: Anyway I do have something to ask you.
S: What?
Me: You’re really ok with Jenny? I mean we used to, you know?
S: Kor, what’s past is past. I’m glad you’re back and around to take care of me. We don’t have to be in a relationship to be happy right?
Me: Yeah.
S: I understand your need for freedom, to do your own thing. All I hope is that you’ll be around for me when I need you.
Me: I will.
She gave me a hug. I hugged her back.
S: Sleep well. You look really tired.
Me: Good night.
S: Nite.
She left the room and I drifted off to sleep.
The weekend passed without incident. Shirley and Jenny went shopping on Saturday while I stoned in front of my computer and slaughtered multiple demons.
On Sunday, I went for a short jog in the morning before cooking breakfast for them.
Over breakfast, I raised the issue.
Me: I think I’ll move back to camp.
S: Why?
Me: It’s not very nice for me to hang around in the same house with 2 girls.
J: Who said I’ll be here long?
Me: Will you?
J: Actually I’m considering renting the room. I’ll be closer to Jason here.
Me: Your relationship with your parents still strained?
J: Yeah.
S: I don’t mind having a flat mate. But what’s the real reason that you wanna move out?
Me: Truthfully? I don’t want to be in a situation where things can happen.
J: What things?
Me: Never mind.
S: Ok. I understand.
Me: I’ll be back on weekends. My stuff will still be here.
J: Is there something I should know about?
Me: No.
J: Shirley, you’re ok with me moving in right? I’ll contribute to the expenses when I find a new job.
S: Sure.
I think Shirley looked a little sad when I broke the news. The previous agreement was that Jenny could only stay if I stayed as well. But that was before all this happened. The situation was different now. Besides, they were getting really close, something I did not expect to happen. Perhaps tragedy does bring people together.
I began to rethink my life again. Yes, I acknowledged that Shirley did have feelings for me still, but things were really different between us now. While I could be her fuck buddy if she wanted, it would not be right. As Jenny so rightly pointed out years ago, and Nicole recently, fuck buddies were precisely just that. Friends who have sex. That was it. There was supposed to be no emotional attachment, no feelings developed at all, and that was where I failed with Jenny and Nicole. Maybe it was because I knew them for such a long time, cared for them. Maybe feelings automatically developed? But in the long run, it was definitely not going to be healthy if either of us just kept sleeping with each other, while surpressimg our true feelings. I had to get myself out of the situation. Without the opportunity, there would be no outcome. Maybe it was better this way.
I packed my essentials and prepared to head back to camp that evening. I left Shirley and Jenny alone for the rest of the day. I guess they would find comfort in each other despite our checkered history.
Maybe I was destined to be single the rest of my life, with my right or left hands as companions. Or maybe one day I would find the perfect fuck buddy.
So I have moved out from Shirley’s place, only returning on weekends. Jenny was still staying there, and she had already found a job.
In any case, now I was truly just a housemate, and let them move on with their lives with me just as a passerby.
Sex was not in the picture, as I did not want to complicate things further.
In any case, I had the pleasure of meeting someone new recently, and we had the opportunity to meet up for coffee before she started work one night, and even spent the night together chatting at a place that held some memories for me.
However, the situation here was unique as well, as she was married.
I wondered why she even wanted to meet up. But it was refreshing, meeting someone new for a change.
She’s neither tall nor short, had rather long hair, around shoulder-length, slim, slightly curvy figure, and a rack that appeared to be quite a handful. The things that attracted me to her were her eyes, which felt that they were piercing daggers into me when she stared, and her smile.
The first time we met up was at a Starbucks outlet near her workplace, where we chatted for about an hour before I sent her to work,
The second time, we actually had the chance to chill out the whole night by the beach, chatting about life and other random stuff before I sent her home and head to work like a zombie.
I am guessing most readers are wondering how I met her in the first place, but that is not important. I guess why I met her would be more interesting.
As we all know, every guy needs/wants a release every now and then, and as such we go all out to secure such activities, whether it is through fuck buddies, or commercial sex, or self-pleasure.
Initially, I thought that maybe it would be interesting to meet up with someone who did not really know what happened in my life so far, and maybe I could try to develop something new, a sex-only, no feelings involved relationship. Then I discovered she was married, and things changed. It became clear that she would not be willing to do things against her principles, and that meeting up with me was purely to be friends. So being fuck buddies was technically out of the question, but I did have an enjoyable time just chatting and chilling out with her.
In any case, I discovered some things about her that were rather interesting. Her husband was not really satisfying her, and sex with him seemed merely for his pleasure. He also liked to disappear to do his own activities, and leave her alone at home. Every time she tried to initiate sex, he would say he was tired, and only went through the motions of it, leaving her unsatisfied. Somehow, that triggered something in the corrupted mind of mine that maybe perhaps I might have a chance.
Anyway, that fateful night, I was in camp stoning as usual, when she texted me and asked if I wanted to meet. Having nothing better to do anyway, I agreed. I showered, got changed and picked her from her place. It was around 830pm and I wondered if she had to work that night.
As I picked her from the bus stop at her place, I noticed that she was wearing her work clothes. I assumed she needed a lift.
As she got into the car I thought she looked a little weird. For the story’s sake, let’s call her Rose.
Me: Hey, your make-up is running.
R: Yeah.
Me: You ok?
R: Yeah.
Me: Going to work?
R: No.
Me: You’re dressed for work.
R: Just drive.
Me: Ok.
I had no idea where to go, so I just headed to the highway and drove.
Me: Did something happen?
R: Why do you ask?
Me: You’re dressed for work, but not going, and it seems like you’ve been crying.
R: I asked him why he’s always so tired, and why he’s not interested in having sex with me.
I wondered if my suspicions were true, but chose to deflect the topic anyway.
Me: Maybe it’s like you mentioned before it’s been so many years that you two were together and he’s bored?
R: He’s been sleeping around outside.
Me: Oh. How do you know?
R: I asked him.
Me: And he confessed?
R: Not at first. Then I mentioned that I went through his browser history and saw that he was surfing some sex websites.
(Yes guys, remember to delete your browser history, otherwise you might get stuck in a sticky situation…)
Me: Nothing wrong with that.
R: He admitted to visiting prostitutes and had some one-night-stands at some pubs.
Me: Would you have been ok if you didn’t find out?
R: Yes. He can do anything he wants as long as I don’t find out.
Me: So why did he tell you?
R: I don’t know.
Me: Ok.
We drove in silence for awhile longer.
Me: So are you going to work?
R: No. Can we go to where we were the last time we met?
Me: Ok.
I headed to the location of our second meeting. Truthfully, I was not expecting anything out from tonight, other than having to offer a listening ear, perhaps a shoulder to cry on.
When we reached there, we headed to the convenience store and bought drinks.
R: Can you get some alcohol?
Me: Ok. What would you like?
R: Whatever you’re having.
I grabbed two bottles of bourbon coke and was about the proceed to the counter when she literally emptied the entire shelf, taking over 10 bottles of the stuff.
Me: Erm. I can’t drink that much. I’m driving.
R: I’m drinking.
Me: Oh.
I paid up and we headed to the exact same spot we sat at the last time.
She opened the bottles the minute we sat down and started drinking. I decided to take things slow.
By her fifth bottle, I was still at my first, but my pack of cigarettes was almost gone. And we had yet to start talking.
Me: Hey. Slow down.
R: I can hold my liquor.
Me: I’m sure you can, but binge drinking isn’t healthy.
She ignored me and opened the sixth bottle. I wondered if I should quickly finish my first bottle, and help her drink the rest.
Me: So what’s wrong?
R: I feel cheated.
Me: Why?
R: This alcohol is not strong.
Me: And? You want to get drunk?
R: Yes.
Me: With a guy whom you’re only meeting for the third time in real life?
R: I know you won’t do anything to me right?
Me: Erm.
I was now placed in a position where I could give in to my temptations. What was I supposed to do?
Here was a relatively hot girl, who was drinking a little too fast, and just had a bombshell regarding her personal life dropped on her. Would I be the kind of person to take advantage of her? I really wondered.
By the time I finished my second bottle, and my last cigarette, she had already finished eight bottles of bourbon coke, and was staring out at the sea, possibly stoning.
I moved closer to her and put my arm around her, half expecting her to shrug me off. But she did not, and instead, lay her head on my shoulder.
Me: Are you ok?
R: How can I be ok?
Me: Still thinking about your husband?
R: Yes.
Me: Why did you agree to meet me in the first place?
R: I think you’re interesting.
Me: And?
R: And what?
Me: Were you looking for something else?
R: Like?
Me: I don’t know. Your husband is not satisfying you. Maybe I can?
R: That was never my intention.
Me: Oh.
R: But now…
Me: What’s so different between then and now?
R: I don’t want to do things I’ll regret.
I decided to try my luck.
Me: Well, he cheated on you first.
She pushed me off and slapped me.
R: Are you thinking of using this as an excuse to get me to sleep with you? To take revenge on my husband?
Me: Erm. Yes?
I thought she was going to slap me again, but the hand never came.
R: If I was single, I would have slept with you already.
Me: Really?
R: Yes. But I’m not.
Me: He doesn’t have to know.
R: It’s not right.
I decided to try my luck again, and placed my hands on her face, bringing my lips to hers. At first she resisted, and kept her lips together, but I persisted, and slowly but surely, she relaxed herself and welcomed my kiss.
It was a little weird kissing her as she was wearing braces, but she was quite good at it. We kissed lightly for a couple of minutes before stopping.
R: Why did you do that?
Me: I don’t know.
R: You’re really going to take advantage of me?
Me: Erm.
R: If this goes any further, let’s not do it here.
Me: Huh?
R: Let’s go somewhere more private.
I felt whatever alcohol-infused blood in me rushing downwards. I guess us guys always think with our other heads…
We left the empty bottles on the table and headed back to my car, hand-in-hand.
I wondered where the nearest budget hotel was.
We ended up at a Hotel 81 relatively nearby and I hastily parked the car.
As we stepped onto the corridor, I could see that she was flushed, no doubt from all the alcohol she had consumed.
I left her at the corridor and headed to the 7-11 to get some water, and condoms. I remembered that she mentioned before that she sometimes found it hard to get wet, so I bought a bottle of lube as well, totally not trusting my skills to get a woman aroused.
I booked a room for two hours and we headed up.
Inside the room, it felt like a whole new experience for me.
The only other memorable time I had brought a girl to a budget hotel was after clubbing with Jenny many years ago.
I believe she was scared, having not done something like that before, but she had not ran away, or called the cops, so I guess I was safe.
I put the stuff on the table and sat on the bed, motioning for her to join me. She took off the jacket she was wearing and sat next to me in her working attire.
Me: You sure you wanna do this?
R: No.
Me: No you don’t wanna do it or no you’re not sure.
R: I’m not sure
Maybe it was a bad idea after all. But since we were here already, I supposed I should make the most of the situation. But then again, part of me did not want to take advantage of her.
I inched closer. She did not move.
Me: I could send you back.
R: I can’t go back. I’m supposed to be at work.
Me: Ok. What do you wanna do then?
R: How does this work?
Me: Erm, we shower, then make out?
R: Then?
Me: Then we’ll let nature take its course?
She did not respond, but moved closer to me. I could smell the alcohol on her breath. Perhaps she really drank too much, such that her inhibitions were lifted, and she was willing to do something that she might regret in the morning.
I brushed her fringe off her face and kissed her forehead gently, planting soft kisses on her face, behind her ears, cheeks, and ended up at her lips. This time, she parted them willingly and our tongues were introduced for the first time. I had not really kissed many girls who wore braces before, Shirley being one of them, but she was good at this. Maybe I was inexperienced in this aspect, or maybe I should find more married, braces-wearing girls to test out this theory.
As we frenched, I felt her hands running down my shoulders and arms, and ended up under my t-shirt and on my stomach. I wished I still had the rock-hard abs that would be the envy of guys out there. But I was getting old, and weak, and I had to acknowledge the fact that it was due to my own laziness that I had lost the hot, desirable body I once had, maybe my bedroom skills would make up for the lack of a good body. But had I lost those skills as well? It was time to find out.
My own hands reached around her and unzipped her top from the back. Maybe it was a little fast, but I searched for the hook of the impediment that was preventing me access to her chest.
Before I could do so, she stopped me, and removed her clothes herself, leaving just her bra and g-string on. I felt myself marvelling at her beauty. Her skin was flawless. I ran my fingers down her arm and ribs, feeling her soft and smooth skin. She trembled a little under my touch. Perhaps the air conditioning was a little cold? Or maybe she was not used to being touched this way. I placed my hand on her stomach, which had a little bit of flab on it. Much less than my own of course. She pushed my hand away.
R: Don’t play with my fats!
Me: That’s not fats…
I removed my t-shirt, exposing my upper body.
Me: These are fats.
She giggled, and touched my chest.
R: I see you used to work out.
Me: A very long time ago.
We lay down on the bed and started kissing again. I wanted very badly to remove my berms and boxers, but I guess it would be moving a little too fast. I enjoyed the feeling of her skin on mine as we kissed and I caressed her body. I tried my luck again and managed to unhook her bra, letting her breasts go free. I estimated them to be a large B-cup, or perhaps a small C. Judging sizes was not really my forte. I sneaked both hands to her breasts and cupped them, feeling her inhale a little and I gave them a slight squeeze. Definitely a handful. My fingertips traced their way to her nipples, they were slowly filling up with blood. I guess I was doing things right. Her breathing got a little heavier as I teased them, flicking them slightly.
I detached myself from her mouth and kissed her neck, giving her soft pecks as I made my way down.
R: No love bites!
Me: I won’t!
I kissed along her clavicle and ended up at the side of her breast, placing gentle kisses along the way until I reached her areola. I ran my tongue in a circle around it, teasing her, trying to elicit a moan from her lips, but none came. I flicked my tongue on one while gently tweaking the other. Still no significant reaction. I wondered why. After a while, I decided to move down south instead, kissing her stomach and side of her hips, before slowly removing her g-string.
What greeted me was a freshly waxed pussy. I ignored it and continued down to her thighs and calves, before moving back up to her inner things, spreading her legs as I worked my way inwards.
R: Stop!
Me: Huh?
R: Let’s shower first.
Me: Ok.
What a killjoy. We got up and headed to the shower. I was a little worried actually, as I had not shaved in awhile as I did not really have the opportunity to have sex, but thankfully, I had the decency to trim a little.
I removed my berms and boxers and stood there with my erection in its full glory. She looked at it.
R: That’s a nice size.
Me: Is it?
R: I’ve only seen two before.
Me: You’ve never slept with anyone other than your husband?
R: Nope.
Me: Oh ok.
As we headed into the shower, it suddenly dawned upon me that this might not be such a good idea after all.
We entered the bathroom as I stared at the flawless skin on her body. She was definitely a very attractive girl. It made me wonder why she was not being satisfied by her husband. Was it because her sexual appetite was too much for him? Or perhaps she was frigid. Part of me wanted to find out, but did I really want to be the second person to sleep with her?
The situation was not right anyway. Could I really take advantage of the situation and of her? She did consume quite a bit of alcohol while I did not. While there was an off chance that she would not remember anything when she woke up, there was also the chance that she would remember, and regret the entire incident. This would definitely be bad, and in th end, we might not even be friends any more.
I made up my mind and stepped out of the bathroom.
R: Where are you going?
Me: Are you sure you want to do this?
R: No. But we’re here anyway.
Me: Is this going to be a one off event or will we see each other again?
R: That depends.
Me: Are you going to regret this in the morning?
R: I’m probably regretting it now.
Me: Then perhaps I should send you back?
R: I thought you were horny and wanted sex?
Me: Yeah I’m horny. But I’m not sure if I wanna be that kind of guy.
R: And?
Me: What if we develop feelings for each other?
R: I thought fuck buddies didn’t have feelings for each other.
Me: Yeah.
R: Don’t tell me you like me.
Me: It’s not that. What if I’m so good in bed that you can’t get enough of me?
R: Don’t flatter yourself. We haven’t even had sex yet.
Me: What about your husband?
R: He doesn’t have to know.
Me: Actually I’m suffering from a little performance anxiety here.
R: That’s hilarious. Why?
Me: I really do want to sleep with you. And you’re damn hot. But the situation feels wrong. It’s like I’m taking advantage of you.
R: Maybe I want to be taken advantage of?
Me: Do you?
R: What do you think?
Me: I don’t know what to think. Stop mind-fucking me.
R: Well, I’m here, we’re both naked. Your move.
If this was a game of chess, I guess you could say I had been checked. Now my next course of action was to get out of the check and avoid a checkmate. Unfortunately, my inaction might also lead to a stalemate. I wondered how long I could continue playing this game.
She stood under the shower and washed herself. I felt myself getting more and more aroused by the second as her hands caressed her own body with the body wash.
I guess it was now or never.
I seriously just stood there and watched her as she washed herself.
Could I really be such a bastard to take advantage of someone else’s wife?
I really wondered.
Maybe if it was ten years ago, I would have done so with no qualms, but now this situation was different. I had just gotten myself out of a complicated relationship-of-sorts and was only looking around for mutual sexual gratification when I stumbled upon this girl.
Instinct was telling me to go for it, but somehow it did not feel right. But could it be that she was leading me on as well? Did she also want someone who would provide her with pure physical satisfaction?
I stepped into the shower with her and hugged her, my erection pressing against her stomach. She hugged me back, pressing her breasts against my chest. We kissed and caressed wildly under the running water, soaping each other along the way.
She reached down to my erect member and began wanking me slowly, using the soap as lubricant. It felt really good, as I had not had sex in a rather long time. I grabbed her breasts with both hands and flicked her nipples gently, moving my mouth down from hers to her breasts. I took in each nipple one at a time, sucking softly, flicking it with my tongue, drawing circles around it. She wanked me faster and harder.
We finished our shower and dried ourselves before proceeding to the bed.
We rolled around in bed for awhile, kissing each other with wild abandon, like long lost lovers just rediscovering each other. She reached down to my crotch.
R: Hey. Why is it not hard anymore?
Me: We’re only making out. Do you expect it to be hard? I’ve got good self-control.
R: Yeah right.
Me: Well, why don’t you make it hard?
Without giving a response, she stared at me with her piercing dark brown eyes, pushed me onto the pillows and went to work on my limp cock with her mouth.
Within seconds, I felt myself growing to full erection.
She caressed my balls as she bobbed her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the head for good measure. Her braces scraped me a few times but I felt pleasure instead of pain.
It was definitely one of the best blowjobs I had ever received in recent times.
I had to return the favour.
I lay her down gently after she was done and planted soft kisses from her neck down to her collarbones, purposely avoiding her breasts and nipples which were erect. I spread her legs as I kissed her thighs, calves, before proceeding back up via her inner thighs.
I could not tell if she was squirming because it felt good, or because it was ticklish.
Her freshly waxed pussy stared at me and I stared back, before running my tongue along her labia, and on her clit. As I flicked her clit with my tongue, going in circles first, then up and down and left and right, I slowly inserted a finger into her pussy which was by now pretty wet.
Oh my god she was really tight.
Her pussy muscles were squeezing my finger as I slid it in slowly, centimetre by centimetre, taking extra care in case I hurt her. I managed to locate her g-spot and prodded it, while licking her clit at the same time. I heard her moan softly as she grabbed my hair, pressing my face onto her pussy. She did not seem to be squirming much anymore, and instead, appeared to be enjoying the oral pleasure I was giving her.
After a couple of minutes, I stopped, capped myself with an okamoto condom and positioned for entry.
R: Slowly. You’re quite big.
Me: Ok.
I spread her juices around with my dickhead before slowly inserting it in.
She looked like she was in pain as her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip.
I pushed it in further, an inch at a time, and I thought I was going to come instantly.
She was definitely the tightest I had ever had in my entire life. I was not even half-way in and yet she had me in a vice-like grip.
Even though she was rather well lubricated, I had much difficulty putting it in. It felt like I was raping her.
I decided to stop, and withdrew slowly.
Once out, I removed the condom and tossed it aside, then sat down next to her.
Me: Sorry.
R: It’s ok.
Me: Does it hurt?
R: A little.
Me: I think we should stop.
R: But you didn’t get to cum.
Me: It’s ok.
R: I could suck you.
Me: No. It’s really ok.
R: Don’t you want to cum?
Me: I do. Very badly. You’re so hot. But sex shouldn’t be just for my pleasure.
R: You sure you don’t want to? I was going to suck you till you cum.
Me: Yeah. It’s really ok. Can we just cuddle instead?
We lay down in each others arms.
It felt so right, but at the same time, wrong.
I wondered if I had the balls to continue seeing her.