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Originally Posted by
SammyNewbie
I really cannot rep lah Stan.
Cause my rep power is zero… and I think your rep level is too much difference from mine. The button appears for me to give people zero rep… but your post dun have the button >.<"
Anyway, since I am already here, I think if that was really what the girl did and u didn’t edit the story to spice it up, she is a master seductress.
Don’t worry about the reping… Thanx for ur sppt. Also, u r right, I guess she is a master seductress…
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Originally Posted by
Nuahster
Very good read, bro. Like reading a love novel, especially the emotional roller-coaster. This reminded me of an old relationship with that special someone whom I knew would always be beyond my reach. Makes me dread the ending though,
as one can never really recover from something so defining, except to learn from it
.
Aye. I cannot agree more.
Thanx for ur sppt, & thanx Bro Kenneleon…
Story Continued… Road Trip…
The orange hues in the sky were beginning to turn into a glare. Our eyes squinting, we turned our backs to the waters and strolled back towards the car.
“Shit! We are supposed to meet Charlene at 12 noon le…”
Lorraine gasped, her voice trailing off into a distinct drawn-out yawn… “I so need a quick snooze before that… your place available?” She took a quick glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard that read 7:04 with listless eyes, the twinkling I had seen so much replaced by lassitude resultant from the 1st long night we had earlier shared.
“Unfortunately no gal…”
I replied.
Early Saturday morning, the entire family was in. 1st killjoy of the new day (since daybreak, not as of 12 midnight… I was a rejuvenated man) but I wasn’t gonna let anything dampen the renewed flame burning w/i me w/ the rising of a new Sun.
Just you wait Lorraine
, I thought,
you’ll be mine by the next daybreak…
Early Saturday morning, the MSCP was filled, Lorraine’s favourite lot taken. The car crawled up to the higher floors in search of its alcove, afterwhich we crawled our asses down to ours. In the lift now all familiar to us, Lorraine & I arranged to meet at her place at 11 a.m., before heading down to unite w/ her long lost “Sistaz”. We parted ways, in different directions, & I was soon in my bed after a warm shower in which I was curiously turned on as I soaped myself as scenes of what happened in her car, not only for that particular night, floated in and out of my mind, the scent of Shokubutsu being replaced by Issey Miyake. The bright lights of the morning got even brighter, streaming into my room. I tossed & turned, unable to sleep, uncomfortable in my stuffy room. My phone read 8:12 a.m. With about 2 hours more to rest, my penis was in a semi-flaccid state; Confused, as I was. I played w/ it, gave it a few petulant tugs, before giving up & drifting into light sleep…
”U r going like that?!?”
Lorraine’s eyes widened as she scrutinized me. 10:55 a.m., I was now at her door, all dressed up and ready to go.
”Er… What u r wearing now? For clubbing later?”
Still scrutinizing, she asked as she opened her gates.
”U sure u wanna go like that? And no bags? What are you gonna sleep in tonight?”
”Are you sure we are even going to get any sleep?”
I replied, cool as a cucumber (but believe me, my cucumber wasn’t anywhere near cool), as I tried to step into her house.
“Besides,”
I added,
”I’m used to sleeping naked…”
. Still cool or so I tried, even throwing a lil cheekiness into my tone, I was all ready to get Lorraine into the mood for
L.O.V.E
, i.e. Love & of course, “Legs Open Very Easy”, pun intended
.
Epic Fail. I found myself looking at a Furby, which laid a palm firmly on my chest in an act of estoppel.
“You!”
Lorraine chided,
“Go pack your stuff now. Toiletries, Comfy Clothings, Towel, Toiletries & yes, CLEAN UNDERWEAR…! FASTER………”
Lorraine’s voice trailed off as I found myself being pushed back onto our common corridor. LL, LPPL, whatever u call it, I chucked everything into a bag & let myself into her already opened door, all the while cursing and swearing under my breath. I took effort to dress, even taking special pain to applied a dash of male EDT down south as instructed by Alfie (Jude Law):
”Now in the cologne department, most men ovedo it; Americans practically spray themselves with a crop-duster. My rule: Nothing above the neck. Though I do like a little splash on Big Ben; You never know where the day might take you.”
It’s a one night stay over at the Siloso Resort, so really, I cannot understand Lorraine’s fuss over everything, especially clean underwear. Thanks to her motherly nagging, now I not only have clean underwear; I have swimming trunks & after shave too… Zzzzz… I scanned her empty hall; Lorraine was nowhere to be found. Not fully awakened, my heavy feet found its way to a slightly ajar door leading into the master bedroom.
”That was quick! Good…”
Lorraine complimented me without even turning around. Her gaze was transfixed on 3 sets of clothings on her matrimonial (Zzzzz….) bed.
“You are in time to help me pick, I can’t decide, what should I wear?”
”U mean u haven’t changed?”
I said nonchalantly, my attention momentarily distracted from the marriage photos on her shelves & bedside table (Double Zzzzz….), before looking at the Lorraine clad in a loose white toga top & those 3-quarts trousers baggy around the thighs (I like to call them genie pants, in her case, genie quarts… Not sure if that’s the correct term though). Quarts were a homogeneous light, milky brown, with a sash around the waste to hold it up (I’d definitely like to see them down though) but her top, though white, was colourful.
”U actually wore ur swimming costumes inside? Already?”
My eyes picking up a hint of dull orange covering her bosoms beneath her white top w/ orange round-neck straps too thick to be female brassiere.
”What’s wrong?”
Lorraine lifted a slinky white dress to her shoulders & her front.
”This, how do I look?”
She gave a slight leap, as she whirled around in anticipation of my opinion, scrunching her hair up at the same time with her other hand.
”Er, we are late?”
I masked my lack of opinions, with slight irritation. It was dumb to ask me really, because (i) Guys don’t like these questions & (ii) Lorraine looks good to me in everything, preferably nothing though. She was contentedly only after showing me all 3 pieces, and seeking my opinion each time to no avail, before settling for the initial white dress.
”Tsk, MEN! Anyway, since I don’t feel like wearing trousers, THIS ONE THEN!”
She gave me a slight punch (& glare), before she threw the dress into her bag. Tying her hair, & putting on her glasses, we were on the way out.
“Er, What shoes? Heels or Flats? Champagne? The silver one? Green? OI!”
This, I had an opinion.
“Heels, Champagne! Goes w/ both what you are wearing now and will be wearing tonight, since you picked that white dress. But in heels, you are so gonna die later. Night will be long gal…”
I sighed…
Tsk! Women!
I thought, as we drove, on the familiar ECP Expressway again towards our destination. One night stay in Sentosa, is there a need to 大包小包 (Big Bags, Small Bags in Mandarin, you guys get the picture. Because we were hard pressed for time, and she couldn’t decide her shoes, she ended up wearing a pair of “genie flats”, you know, the long shoes that’s curled up in front, and brought out a further 2 pairs in their shoe boxes). Lorraine was particularly chatty; I suspect that was because her eyes were closing like mine and she was driving. Her incessant chatter was making my fight to stay awake, out of courtesy to the driver, an impossible struggle. I nodded my head and provided really short answers, much to her annoyance (which somehow works really well in keeping her awake).
”Oi! Tell me tell me!
Lorraine laughed…
”TELL ME! That 1st time u saw me with Glen in the lift, how did you feel?”
Reminiscence was the topic for that 30 mins journey.
”Are you fishing for compliments now?”
I grunted.
It was starting to grow tiresome, when a song belting out from the radio caught my attention…
“In the mornin’ this feelin’ will be gone, Something so right has got no chance to live; So let’s forget about chances, its one night I will give…”
I pricked my ears to Jennifer Hudson’s voice, stupor from the lack of sleep evaporating from my mind in an instance. ]
She’s right!
I thought as I leaned over to peck Lorraine on her cheeks,
THANK YOU JENNIFER!
Up till now, I was really dreading Hen’s Night in a way and I couldn’t see the hype for it; Now I was looking forward at all the wildness, and the possibilities it offered.
”Eh…..?”
Lorraine grinned, having read my mind for certain…
“One night only, one night only, you’ll be the only one; One night only, turn your arms around, oh; One night only, one night only, there’s nothin’ more to say; One night only, once get in the way; One night only, one night only, one night only…”
Jennifer’s voice trailed on…
”You’ve got one night only… Boy!”
Lorraine sang, & chuckled.
”U brought er… Condoms?”
SHIT….!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Story Continued… The Yaya Sisterhood …
I was stupefied, perhaps even horrified: How could I have, after all that effort which includes spraying my fragrance down south, forget the most important thing of all for that night?!?!
Lorraine had her hands on my arm, grabbing it for support as she leaned on me each time she laughed too hard like how she was doing at ECP hours ago, occasionally giving it a tight squeeze that formed a gigantic pinch that made my arms go red. Playful punches rained down; the punches were playful, the pinching wasn’t. I trudged on with Lorraine by my side in a daze, completely stupefied, as items after items flew into my bag earlier that morning, all except one most important to my objective that night:
THE CONDOM
.
”You cute le…”
Lorraine chuckled.
”You brought everything I told you to, but didn’t bring that ONE item I didn’t?”
Lorraine’s eyes popped wide open, mocking,
“Oh?!?! I know! I know! You felt that it wasn’t gonna come to any use!”
She paused deliberately before bursting out into hysterical laughter,
“Because it had always been ENOUGH for you so far?”
F**K…
I thought in silence, my cheeks flushed with complete fluster and embarrassment.
”Gaaaaaaaaaaal…”
A voice shrieked from our 2 o-clock, upon us reaching the top and end of our escalator ride. Lorraine released her hands impromptu, which now flew outwards in the direction of the voice.
Heeeey Sistaz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lorraine ran towards it, laughing,
”Leeeeene Leeeeeene….. Maaaaaine Maaaaaaine…”
”Raine Raine!!!!!!”
Girlish shrieks, with an ‘S’, as one more voice was added to the chorus.
I trailed behind a bouncing Lorraine, who was now embraced & embracing 2 other girls, while I tried to match faces to pictures I have seen in Lorraine’s house some time ago. It wasn’t difficult telling apart who was who, older one Charlene, younger one Charmaine, I muttered to myself. The girlish chatter incessant, I walked up as composed as I could, with my right hand outstretched.
”You must be Charlene, I’ve heard so much…”
I said as amiably as I could, mustering a smile.
”Hi…
”
The older face looked up, her eyes scrutinising, her lips curled upwards.
”Really? What have you heard Stan?”
Her girlish voice earlier so sharp it was almost a snap, her right hand reaching out for mine before giving it a firm hold & shake.
I once described Lorraine as pretty yet manly in my earlier posts, if bros can recall; Charlene was prettier (exact word should be hotter really, sizzling in fact) and a lot manlier. Everything about her was one notch up compared to Lorraine, from more clearly defined features to sharper voice & silhouette for face which was complimented by slightly slitty eyes that seem to look right into & through you, her chic mannerism identifies her as the Alpha-Female of the pack. Same age and lightly taller than Lorraine, Charlene is probably around 1.68m, her deep brown tan in direct contrast with the white spag top she was wearing. She had her jet black hair combed back slickly into a bun, unlike Lorraine’s streaked hair. Lorraine is petite and shapely, Charlene is, well, skinnier (perhaps a little bulimic) & more well toned; One can see the tone lines of her feminine biceps and triceps left unexposed, and yes tan lines on her shoulders as well. Well, to be fair, Charlene has curves, but it’s a skinny kindda curve, probably a high A or a low B, slender waist, I don’t know. Skinny as she may be, there’s no way one would mistake her for being frail or sickly. I’d imagine then she’s leggy as well, as the long green batik skirt she was wearing tapers off one leg as she stood, her feet clad in brown woven flip-flops. Need a conclusive impression? Assertive beach girl.
I was a little overwhelmed, and taken aback, by Charlene’s forcefulness, and I needed an escape hatch before any discomfort surfaced.
”And you must be Charmaine?”
I quickly retracted my hand and diverted my attention to the youthful lass who still had her hands around Lorraine, who now looked up at me with a girlish beam on her face.
”Hello
”
Charmaine replied as she reciprocated my handshake, voice warm & cheery, a stark contrast from her sister. Charlene’s hand shake had been steely, Charmaine’s gentle and soft. I found myself wondering if they are really sisters, as I looked at Charmaine after stealing a quick peek at Charlene, who was now leading Lorraine away to a corner. Charmaine’s one tall girl, slightly big boned, with an ample face filled nicely with baby fats that looked almost round. Standing at 1.72M, she doesn’t quite look the youngest (because neither Lorraine nor Charlene looked old) and I realized how my earlier presumptions of “older” and “younger” face could have landed me in trouble. I was relieved by the close shave, noticing that Charmaine’s youthfulness resided in her eyes really, which was pretty hard to spot unless one takes a close look. Her thick shoulder length hair was let down, with natural curls at their top and ends, parting nicely to frame her soft face; Less tanned, her skin tone was a light brown. Now, everything about Charlene basically screamed big; biggest eyes, biggest face, biggest bum and of course, biggest boobs and the biggest curves, accentuated by her green RL polo-tee; She isn’t fat, she’s just slightly voluptuous, I know, as her tucked in, reveals a minimal tummy but maximum bosom. I had thought of Charlene as leggy; I KNOW Charmaine’s definitely leggy for sure, as the hot denim pants she wore did not hide them very well, unlike Charmaine’s skirt. The best part about Charmaine that day? She was wearing matching flats that bore the UK King’s Cross against the same flag that was popping off her left chest.
I was starting to form an image of these 3 very different girls in my head, the do-re-mi. On one end of the spectrum, you have an assertive Charlene, on the other, a girlish Charmaine; Right in the middle was Lorraine, who was also the shortest. I grew aware of Charmaine’s girlish touches, and of course her ample bosoms, as I felt a slight twitch in my pants. My mind was no longer on the small talk that Charmaine was trying to engage me in, it had drifted somewhere else; I was in a room, surrounded by them: Charlene the Kill-Bill dominatrix, Lorraine the runaway bride woman & Charmaine the Jap Gym school girl.
Naughtier thoughts followed, until the evilness of it all was broken by a cold, scrutinising look, as I spotted Charlene, from the corner of my eye, looking at me in a seemingly disapproving manner with the corner of her eyes as well, from the corner where she and Lorraine stood, their voices hushed.
Story Continued… The Yaya Sisterhood: Divine Secrets …
”Eh, both of you damn early hor?”
Charlene said after shooting me with her eyes, which instantly darted back to Lorraine, her arms akimbo on her slender waist. Lorraine was now apologising w/ girlish profusion.
”Eh, you guys not hungry hor?”
Charlene gave Lorraine a slight push with a mock slap on her shoulder.
”Lunch le…”
”You…! Lorraine’s boy! You aren’t very welcomed…Unless…”
She squinted her eyes in mock menace,
”You become our 姐妹!”
Earlier, I had fantasized in my head, what it would be like to have a tryst with all three of them at once; Bros would probably think me so lucky, to be in the company of three girls all hot in their own distinct ways. That is so not the case. Lunch was at Marche, during which I was quiet most of the time, munching in silence while the girls chattered and gossiped on, occasionally voices going into a hush aware that a man was in their midst.
“Boy! Why’s a big guy like you eating so little? You eat like a bird le!”
Charlene proclaimed firmly, looking at my tummy and causing me to eat even lesser. I was getting more self-conscious by the minute as lunch wore on. Lorraine & Charmaine excused themselves for a trip to the washroom, while Charlene rejected doing so and looked at me with piercing eyes again the minute both were out of ear-shot; I soon found myself regretting not following them.
“What’s the relationship between Lorraine and you now?”
Charlene asked, point-blank as I tried my best to look at my own plate.
“Good question, I honestly don’t know…”
I answered after some slight deliberation, raising my eyes to meet hers.
“What do you mean by you don’t know?”
Charlene threw her head back and gave a slight laugh, which sounded more like a snort really.
“Are you playing Lorraine?”
At this moment, I laid down my cutleries and looked up sharply meeting her gaze with equal intensity. Swallowing the last morsels of food in my mouth, I replied
“No, but I honestly don’t know.”
“Lorraine’s a nice girl…”
Charlene said after taking a sip of water. I cut her off instantly, and with slight annoyance.
“I know… and I know what you are thinking…”
I said, my voice calm.
“I’m not playing her, nor do I have any intentions to do so…”
“But what are we now, I really don’t know…”
My voice trailed off with Charlene shooting me a hush look just as Lorraine and Charmaine returned.
They were soon doing some last minute shopping after lunch when I bided a quick excuse.
“I need to buy cigarettes, you gals need anything?”
Lorraine shot me a knowing look.
Back in the car, I complaint,
“I don’t think Charlene likes me…”
“No la… She’s like that. You worry too much…”
Lorraine replied, her eyes fixed on Charlene’s car who was now leading the way.
“By the way, did you go buy condoms just now?”
I nodded.
Lorraine laughed,
“But I brought!”
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Originally Posted by
sane1
I guess I’m kinda lucky to read this now rather than to wait for 2yrs! Reading it bought back lotsa sweet memories (minus the sexual part) of how I first met him, the places we used to go n though it happened yrs ago, there will still be tinge of sadness whenever I reminisce the past. I thought only gals will feel that way while guys are not that emotional.
Do u mind sharing of how u n Lorainne ended? What trigger both of u to make this decision? As both of you are neighbors, won’t u be seeing her often?
Yea, I know exactly that tinge of sadness; Men do have feelings you know?
The triggers and how it all ended will unfold in due course; How the awkwardness of seeing her (& her hubby & son as well) was mitigated will also be shared.
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<<totally>>
Very well said… guys do have feelings but they are able to hide them in front of others… the ‘image’ we carried, make us looked we are unaffected.
There are moments when memories of the past… sores that have no cures and cries that made shedding any tears impossible.
…The immune system got a little tougher each time, thus resulting the impression others have.
Thanks Bro Totally for ur sppt, I cannot agree more.
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itiswhatitis
sexystan,
pls carry on, had a hard time to finally read abt u n her in bed…. but not yet lor…….
Coming soon bro, a lil prequel to Hen’s night, Hen’s night itself and it will all unfold. Trust me, I had a harder time getting her into bed, and narrating e story thus far w/o any actions (Shame on me really). I tried to omit the none sexual parts out, including the 2 previous v draggy posts on Charlene & Charmaine, but realized I can’t, coz I decided to let the story progress as it progressed. Hmmm, 2 years ago when I wrote this story, I expected it to end, but not it the way it did indeed ended. Hope when the time comes, u guys can see the pertinence of me adding all the seemingly redundant bits in.
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SammyNewbie
Aww… I wants to hug you sia.
But I am guy so I dun think you really want ^.^.
But that’s the tough cookie friend. I had one with her before when I try to meet up with a young student from china when I was younger. XD
Tough cookie as in Charlene? Yea… real tough. Scary in fact. Please don’t hug me… lol… unless its in a manly male-bonding manner. I don’t wanna give the wrong impression. Haha, k/d.
Story continued… Hen’s Night: The Prequel
3 pm. Deep down, I was groaning as we checked into the Siloso Beach Resort that afternoon.
Being the only guy there, or rather the only man-sister, I was made to carry the big bags small bags (大包小包, if u all recall) of not only Lorraine, but the two Char sisters (Being Charlene & Charmaine, and really real “char”, i.e. noisy & boisterous in Hokkien, 吵!!!!!!!!) as they attended to the check-in procedures; One can’t imagine really, why girls would bring so much horrific things that are completely redundant for a One Night stay, for which really, we won’t even be spending the majority of the night in the hotel.
We had 3 rooms, all Roof Garden Suites & connected, beautiful things really; 1 for Lorraine & I, 1 for the Char sisters & 1 for guests and ECAs? I don’t know about the 3rd one, really. My mind was bored & tortured as I lugged the stuffs to the rooms, my only reprieve from fantasizing the various possibilities that might happen there and then in those beautiful rooms.
“Ah…… I’m so tired….”
I crept up behind Lorraine, my arms around her waist, as she stood in front of the bedside mirror, tying her hair, planting the wettest of kisses I can muster on her exposed neck while Lorraine chuckled,
“Stop that Stan… Shhhh… SHHHHHH… haha”
“Tired huh? Doesn’t seem that way to me…”
She burst out into shrieks as I dragged her across to the bed, planting kiss after kiss on her.
“That’s for you not standing up for me… when I was getting bullied by your friends…” I declared rebelliously, much to Lorraine’s girlish protests.
“No!!!! I didn’t!!!!!!!! Neither did they bully you!” Lorraine was now pummelling me, as I pinned her on the bed, giggling; I wasn’t gonna let all those condoms we brought go to waste.
We were barely settled, thought my hands were under Lorraine’s top, when we heard a series of knocks on our door. We quickly hushed one another, with Lorraine still giggling. She opened the door after we both re-adjusted our clothing.
“Eh… Love Birds, you all very loud le….? What are you all doing huh?”
Charlene stared at me chillingly, her arms folded across her (flat) chest, before quickly giving Lorraine a teasing smile. Charmaine peered into our room from behind her, laughing.
“Hey, some of them are here already…”
Charlene continued, beckoning to Lorraine, “You know most of the gang la, our colleagues and some ex-classmates…” For the next hour, people streamed in and strangers got introduced. Strangers…
“Oi! What are you doing here?”
I whirled around to a familiar voice, and I found myself groaning immediately to a familiar face…
“OI!”
I found my voice after much difficulty, mustering it in fake enthusiasm…
“Er, I’m with her?”
I pointed to Lorraine, hoping my unsureness would be masked.
The industry is that small huh?
I thought to myself as we exchanged pleasantries. That voice belonged to Ivan, an ex-colleague of mine that I didn’t like very much. He was small (and rather short) in size w/ mousy features completed w/ beady eyes, and would exhibit a bravado that overcompensated those. That had always annoyed me.
“She?”
He pointed at Charlene (now you guys know why I dislike him? He can point to the wrong person despite me having already made it so clear… zzzz),
“The 主角 (main character, protagonist, in mandarin) for today? Wahaha,”
finishing his sentence with that trademark laughter of his.
“How did you get to know her?”
I felt the beginning of a long afternoon and I was right. 3:45 pm, people were streaming in and the connecting door between the Char’s and our suit were opened. The booze that I had helped carried up was already 50% gone, and males present then were pretty much clad in only our underwear & socks, much to the shrieking delight of the females present.
“Strip Strip Strip!!!!!!” The ladies chanted in euphoria, to Alex Toh’s song blasting in the background “外套脱掉脱掉，脱脱脱!” The guys were showing everything we had at their whims and fancies; The ladies however showed nothing. Dressed to their nines, everything came off, piece by piece. The Adonis of the day, was this suave guy called Gabriel, who was yuppy (more like yummy really) with the whole package: Tall, lean & dresses to the nines, suave & coupled w/ tone body & six packs, speaks well and well spoken for, Charlene’s colleague, Lorraine’s ex-colleague and ex-flame. Ouch.
Gabriel strutted around the room w/ confidence as he removed his hat (yes, he actually had a hat) & top teasing each and every lady. I thought, really, that he spent just a little more time on Lorraine, as pangs of jealousy hit me as I watched him plant a kiss on Lorraine’s cheek after being shoved by Charlene, whom had just shot me an intentional smirk; I could feel my blood boil really. That boil didn’t last long though, as I realized the chills from the air-conditioning hitting my naked skin. I looked down to the sight of my exposed tummy… sigh…
“OI! What happened to you bro? Lol… U grew bigger le!!!” Ivan’s taunting laughters rang out in my ears as I felt the warmth of his hands around me giving my nipples a really hard pinch (more like twist and pull really), “Wow, is that an A cup… Wahaha”
Cold as the air-conditioning might seem, that was some warmth I didn’t need, I thought, as the girls cowed over in laughter with Charlene laughing the loudest.
What a Bitch…
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fieryhound
Hi Bro Stan,
… I could really feel the difference in tone, description, liveliness and that (in love radiance)… started out was anticipation, longingness and suspense reached its climax when you first knew about the Hen’s night… turned into a narration with an attempt to find back the feelings that have already gone… finish what you’ve started here…some sort of closure
… you’re really a lucky guy in a way to experience what most people would say.. a story to take to your grave!
CHEERS BRO!
Thanx for your kind words of encouragement, and ur songs; No offence taken, didn’t mind ur any of your perspectives and am on the contrary glad for them. You are right about most parts, particularly the change in writing style & tonality. I am seeking closure and as the story progresses towards its end, it’d be revealed in due course what prompted to me revive the thread. However, the feelings of past aren’t gone bro. I’m a firm believer of not forgetting and don’t even try; As people, I believe we simply remember yet move on, for experiences of yesterdays makes us who we are today.
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Mindy
Sexystan
u r one hell of a writer. u r a novel writer and we, SBF readers r movie goer. there is some discrepancy between the attention span of reader and the length of your novel.
i be frank with you, i dont think i have the time to read your story in one go. too much to palate and got lost in the details of your story. that wont do justice to your story. nevertheless, i will soldier on and will subscribe and read in my own sweet time.
Thanx for your sppt, so sorry its been painful for u to read. I really like ur comparison between movie goers and novel readers (more like serial TV shows really); Most apt really. My humble & sincere apologise for e dragginess & can only say the action will come, soon. I knew Lorraine beginning 2010 and when I started writing the story in Jul 2010, it was after Hens Night. So we were seeing quite a bit of action, and were both optimistic about our r/s, hence the early days enthusiasm in my thread. Postings slowed down in Sept 2010, coz we were facing insurmountable challenges and eventually r/s ended in Nov 2010. I meant to carry on w/ the story back then, but could find no time, luxury nor courage to do so. However, something happened recently that prompted me to continue the story, which will be revealed here as well towards the end.
I thank all bros and sis for your patience and understanding.
Story Continued… Hen’s Night: In Da Tub…
I awoke to the touch and scent of Lorraine’s lips on my face, the sky darkening as daylight started to retreat in the far distance. Lorraine was back by my side, in the tranquillity of our sanctuary on the Roof Top Garden of our suite, a complete contrast from the ruckus that went on downstairs a couple of hours ago.
Earlier, after pumping up the atmosphere and moods of all party goers involved in the Big Nite (mine was pumped down really) that was about to happen later, some of the girls left us to go do some make-over for the party that was taking place later. The leftover crowd was mainly left to their own devices, some in the 2nd or 3rd suite, drinking, playing cards, or perhaps like me, ventured to the roof tops for some private time while some went down to the Beach and the Cafe Del Mar of old.
After Lorraine had left, I had decided to take some alone time, in the Open Air Roof Top Jacuzzi, far away from the crowd that I felt so unconnected with, and wanting to do some last minute tanning to compensate my ridiculously fair complexion after feeling so challenged by what I’ve seen from my fellow male counterparts. With the earlier din and the long night prior too much for me to take, I soon drifted into a deep sleep in it, lulled by the gently splashing waters around me, but not before repeated cursings under my breath for having minimal private time with Lorraine, contrary to my earlier anticipations and hopes, as well as the appearance Lorraine’s “ex-flame” & my dear friend Ivan. Not exactly a party goer and more of a pessimist who keeps pretty much to myself, I was beginning to wonder I had even agreed to come and if the day could really get any worse, or if there was truly anything to look forward to at the end of it
“You bathing naked here?”
Lorraine laughed, her eyes staring at my limp libido swaying feebly to the undercurrents of the Jacuzzi in a manner not the least macho. Dropping a towel by the side, Lorraine removed her top & pants before climbing in to join me; I may be having a good full view of how hot Lorraine looked in Bikini, but mi precious remained flaccid.
My disappointments were clear, from sunrise to sunset experienced that same day, up till now, nothing had gone according to plan: Condoms bought and brought, unused and even down to the dash of fragrance down south as advised by Alfie which was now completely dissolved in the water.
Lorraine waded towards me and pushed my nose gently,
“Somebody doesn’t seem too happy?
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“Nah… Just tired. Long night yesterday…”
“Really?” Lorraine grinned
“I had thought it’s because of the teasing… Don’t mind them; Its just all in good fun… You know, just like how Hen’s Nights are supposed to be?”
Leaning forward, her eyes squinted right before mine, Lorraine continued “Or was it because you knew Gabriel courted me before? And just now you saw him kiss me?”
My gaze met Lorraine’s squinting eyes before she chuckled and bridged our very minimum gap w/ a peck on my cheeks.
“Ya jealous?”
“Chey!”
I refuted that statement while knowing full well she was spot on with a splash of water which she quickly avoided by standing up.
“Hey~! Careful not to wet my hair! Already done up le!”
She chidded me, before settling down amidst the waters again; Five months into our relationship, this is the 1st time I had a good closed-up, full-view full body length, look at her smothering figure. Flaccid before, semi-flaccid now, I realized she is going to be the hottest woman I will ever get to lay my hands on.
Lorraine leaned on my chest, telling me about Gabriel; I cut her short repeatedly, by attempting to undo the flimsy straps that held her bikini together.
“Stop it la! Hahaha…”
Lorraine squealed in protest, which only served to encourage me further, as she crossed her hands across her chest with her fingers holding tightly the straps in an attempt to repel my increasingly frequent & determined advances.
“That hum sup look on your face… So funny… So hum sup…”
“Oi! Not kidding! We have no time for that now…”
Lorraine hissed w/ finality in her tone, putting an abrupt stop to our playful frolicking.