Story Continued… Hen’s Night: In Da Room…
Lorraine stood before me, having just stepped out of the washroom, scrutinising my facial expression as carefully as she could for hints of what I was thinking. She probably received none at that material point in time, for my mind and heart were overwhelmed and blank as I held my breath.
“How do I look…?”
Lorraine’s sentence slow in deliberation, her tone hushed in anticipation of my reply.
A quick & final recap on how Lorraine looked, as I found myself recalling how she looked each and every time I saw her at that exact moment, for the benefit of bros/sis who may not have followed the story since its beginnings: She stood at no more than 1.65M tall with a petite frame. No, Lorraine wasn’t skin & bones, just petite, with flesh in the right places. There were minimum signs that she ever got pregnant; She had the slightest tummy, almost flat with minimal stretch marks from birth-giving, perky bums and bosoms, the latter being either a high B or a low C (that being information she once shared with me,
“No la… not enough boobs to fill that dress, I’m only a high B or a low C”
she once commented after I teased her about looking good in a top that was on an extremely well-endowed woman who sashayed past us) that accentuated her figure just nicely, nothing too copious. I’d know, having seen, all 54kg of her (again a piece of information that she once shared w/ me), clad in just her brightly coloured Bikinis.
A petite body would mean she would only look right with her petite face as well. Small, complemented by pixie-like features, she’d remind you of the world that Enid Blyton would be most familiar with. With short, layered, hair that parted nicely at the centre though sometimes slightly leaning to her right hand side, there were dyed with auburn streaks in a stylish manner, framing the slightest hint of cheek bones beneath her rosy cheeks and her small, sharp, chin at the end of her ovular, egged-shaped face, nicely. Small chin, yeah, everything on her face screamed small, from ears without much lobes, to nose without much bridge but a sharp tip and small mouth, blessed with luscious lips that weren’t thick, that was nonetheless capable of mustering the widest of girlish grins; Save for her eyes. She didn’t seem to have big eyes by the opinions of most, but to me, they were big. Perhaps, it was the long rich eyelashes which meant she never needed the fake ones, or was it because she had smiling eyes that twinkled and curled downwards gently each time she smiled or giggled, or was it the double eye lids? She preferred to tie up hair back though, which allowed her to show her high forward and nicely trimmed brows. It was almost habitual; she claimed it made her look smarter, more energetic and sportier. She’s right of course. She had good complexion, slightly tanned because she used to do sports in her younger days, and still jogs and swims avidly now that she no longer has the time because of her cub and marriage, giving her a pan Asian look. She favoured no or minimum make-ups, preferring to use only BB cream if she had to w/ light gloss on her lips.
Lorraine wore white horn-rimmed glasses, something of fantasy for supporters of this story since its early days, that domineering female boss or that knowledgeable yet innocent teacher. That night, she wore contact lens instead; Normal ones that neither gave colour nor accentuated the size of the pupils, but it showed that twinkle in her eyes that I’d always remember. Her Hair was let down, not tied or scrunched like how it was usually, but bopped, giving it that classy volume & that stylish rebelliousness, the fringe combed backwards though and secured by a tiny, thin tiara, forming a a slight bulb just above her high forehead, revealing her beautiful face in full. She wore more than BB cream that night I guess, for her forehead and cheeks had shimmers.
Lorraine raised her hands up slightly, as she twirled slowly and demurely, her eyes fixated on me still as the short loose ends of slinky white dress she was wearing whirled and lifted slightly upwards above her knees. Her shoulders and hands bare with 2 thin velvety straps from which her dress hung from, they were glowing beneath the light she was standing under; So was her cleavage, which was exposed classily and allusively by a slightest of V-shaped drops where her chest was. Where the drop ended, just below it, one could see that there was a thin grey sash tied into a frontal ribbon that tapered the dress around her waist, promulgating the curves that lay beneath.
Or so I thought. The sash was an illusion, for it didn’t go around her fully. It simply couldn’t, for the back of her dress was a V-shaped drop as well, exposing her back, to my shock and perhaps, horror.
I gave a small cough, trying to find my voice.
“You aren’t wearing your bra?”
Realizing I hadn’t seen any straps even though her back was exposed, nor have I seen the hints of any cups despite her bosom being exposed by a plunging beck-line.
“Nope… :P”
Lorraine laughed heartily, after sticking her tongue out at me with mischief.
“There are nipple tapes in our world ya know?”
“Okay, how about below?”
I coughed again, my cheeks flushed with a slight blush.
“You dress is damn short… but it isn’t tight at the ends you know? You trying to do a peek-a-boo or what?”
Its gonna be one long busy night…
I thought silently, worried at the amount of wolves I’d had to fend off, as images of Leonidas’ heroism, fending off seemingly never-ending waves from Xerxes’ army with his 300 men at the Battle of Thermopylae, played out in my mind’s eye in Sepia. The thing is, I was nowhere as ripped as Leonidas (slightly tubby back then in fact, and very tubby now
).
“You don’t like how I look?”
Lorraine pouted. Seconds passed, silence ensued, before she finally broke it w/ a mocking shriek, her skirts completely lifted up before me
“Hahaha… I wore safety shorts, dumb dumb!”
“Okay… but your back?”
I mumbled… "
Er… so exposed? You gonna wear a cardigan or something right?"
“Wow…. so protective over me? How sweet!”
Lorraine whispered, her voice low and appreciative, before quipping in her usual tone,
“No cardigan… but something even better.”
Slowly, sensually, she slid on her angel wings, her props for that big party that night. I looked on at her in complete awe, my feet crossed before me and me sitting completely upright and rooted to the bed.
Claire Danes had appeared.
No.
Complete in her tiara which was now twinkling, her shimmers now shimmering, my angel had appeared.
I was no longer holding my breath now; I was gasping for it.
“Spartans… Ready your dinner (I know the original quote said breakfast, but it was dinner we were heading out for ;p) and eat hearty; For tonight, we dine in hell…”
A voice screamed in my head…
Story Continued… Hen’s Night: In Da Club… Finally
Dinner was late that night, and long & arduous for me; Almost unbearable in fact since I’ve always been one to shy away from large groups. What made the difference was having my Angel (being Lorraine, if you guys/gals can recall) staunchly & faithfully by my side, as I recalled how she firmly went
“No need! Since you said Champagne looks good, then Champagne it shall be!”
when I expressed my surprised at she not needing to choose her shoes despite having brought 3 pairs and instead merely slipping on the pair of heels that I’d chosen at her place earlier in the day, despite knowing full well how uncomfortable it’d be.
I was beginning to feel uncomfortable despite doing everything I could to muster what little confidence I could muster, which includes adjusting my dressing & adding one more dash of fragrance beneath my undies just before we left the hotel together with the entire group. I had remembered telling myself in the mirror that I was well-dressed for the day, after having adjusted my hair and dousing my face with cold water in an attempt to calm the flustered me down. Who was I kidding? I thought, as I looked on at each at every glam persona at the dinner table. I was dressed in shirt and jeans & moccasins, that was it; While the guys boasted jackets, vests, scarves, ties & even fedoras. As the night wore on, I was beginning to feel increasingly out of place.
Lorraine and I strolled side by side, amongst the rest of the group, much to the envy of some of the guys, particularly Ivan & Gabriel I suspect, as we made our way to the St James Power Station, where Hen’s Night would all play out. The envious stares we were drawing were not doing any good at all for my diminishing self-confidence. I looked down at Angel, whose wings she had removed earlier and which I was now holding, while her hands clutched my arm like a little gal, her wristlet dangling from one of them, as she leaned on me.
What have I done to deserve her?
I was unnerved really, realising how weird the image of me and her must have looked like in the heads of so many bros.
Dinner started late and ended later; The Party of the night started early though. Our table was at the VIP area of Powerhouse, which boasted nice VIP seats able to accommodate the size of our growing group. It was still relatively empty when we went in.
“Hey Horny, you get the horns!”
Charlene said sharply, her voice still audible since the music hasn’t quite blared yet.
“Huh?”
I looked down on at her hand, which was now shoved in my chest and holding a pair of glowing devil horns.
“What huh?!?! Everyone here must wear something… Since the three of us are Angels, then you and some of the guys play devil la!”
Charlene exclaimed.
Exclaimed, yeah right, more like ordered really. The young crowd at Powerhouse started streaming in soon and so did some more joiners of our group. We were soon about 30 strong, and club hopping whenever the gals felt like it. The differences between me and them really starting to show each time they say “Cheers!” or “Bottoms Up!” (I’d go
Bo Ta Bo L** P*
really, no translation available to bros/sis who don’t understand Hokkien, since its vulgar and really non-material), when they’d choose Boiler Room, Movida & Powerhouse for its music (whereas I’d prefer Dragonfly or Mono anytime) and they head down to the dance floor of power house for some young crowd (I’d still prefer Dragonfly really).
The lights twirled on above us, the music blaring, and the party was getting heated up. Glasses after glasses were toasted and downed, hands thrown up in the air as they danced on and as Charlene, the Lead for the night, waves (and loses) her fairy wand repeatedly while I could only watch on since I didn’t, and couldn’t, dance.
“Hey, do you realized you are like a block of wood?”
Charlene tapped me and shouted into my ear after she got my attention and I leaned down to listen to whatever sarcastic remarks she had to make.
“Dance le! The Night is still young le…”
No need to shout
, I thought to myself disgruntled while mustering the most polite of smiles I could at her,
I can hear your bitchy voice loud and clear
.
“Cannot dance?”
She continued, much to my annoyance, as she shove a rock glass in my face
“Can drink anot?”
Taking the rock glass in my hand, I took a whiff of the brown liquid inside before downing it on the rocks.
Yucks!
I thought, cringing at the sheer taste of it as Lorraine watches on with a smile. It reminded me of the differences once more, their staple’s Maccalans and Belvederes; My poisons were and still are good ole beers & Martells.
“You wanna dance?”
Lorraine asked as she moved over next to me, Charlene still before me and already pouring a second glass.
“I’m ok… you go on ahead?”
I looked down at Lorraine, beckoning for her to go play and enjoy herself with the gang.
“Hmmm… You sure?”
Lorraine looked on at me, her head slightly tilted to one side, her eyes wide open with concern.
“Yeah!…” I gave a indifferent laugh, trying to sound as manly as I could, “Shoo! Go Go…! Go play and have fun with your friends…”
I gave a slight wave, and smile, to Lorraine once more as Charlene shoved another glass to me. Gabriel bounced out from the corner invitingly towards Lorraine.
“Drink!”
Charlene ordered, holding the rock glass up.
“Cannot dance then drink!”
I downed consecutive glasses on Charlene’s insistence and acted as enthuse as I could, all the while watching Gabriel leading Lorraine onto the dance floor, the gang opening up to form a circle around them.
“To a blissful and fulfilling marriage
"
I recalled toasting Charlene, pretext really as we traded glass for glass.
“Thanks
"
Charlene quipped in reply, still pouring booze.
“Though I don’t really quite know you yet…”
“Heh? Must be quite painful for you huh?”
Charlene’s said sarcastically, her slitty eyes going into an even slittier slit, as I held my glass staring into the near distance.
On the dancefloor, Lorraine gyrated with Gabriel, his arms around her. Also, in the middle of the circle, Ivan was grinding Charmaine, his paws all over her, as usual, like how I was once so familiar with 2 years ago.
R & B music blared on, with Charlene standing next to me, both of us holding rock glasses, her tiara and wand twinkling while my devil horns on top of my head blinked on.
“Horny, you must be so jealous…”
She declared nonchalantly, with a smirk on her face.
“Drink!”
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SammyNewbie
Can’t sleep tonight SexyStan? What’s keeping you up? I do have an interview tommorrow at 10… but through my own fault, I am awake ^^"
From the rate at which this is going, it seems our male protagonist will be going home alone on Hen’s night. Things are not looking good! Will SexyStan and Lorainne, end up in a night of bliss? Will SexyStan end up in the wrong bed with the bride to be instead? Will there be a gang bang involving three angels and a devil?
Stay tuned to find out!
lol… u r one imaginative bro… u providing narrative for my marketing trailer or what? lol… damn funny. Details coming soon la… but I can’t write no more. Its taken me 6H to make 3 posts.
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<<totally>>
For those hrs you spent on those write-ups, I returning a couple of mins reading those posts at least twice to have a good pic you tried to drawing with that eloquent writing of yours.
There are at least hundreds or even thousands reading your work. 100*5min= 500mins or 8.3hrs. With 100 guys reading, you did get those hrs back.
Once again, placing the hen so so so much closer and there you are again, making us hanging the way you did 2 yrs ago
Lol… thanks for Bro Totally & Sammyniewbie for making me laugh; That was much needed… Ok ok… I’m cowed over in laughters as I’m typing this.
Bro Totally, thanks for your support really and my apologies for hanging u. There’s a reason why I put the three hens so so so much closer, the pertinence will unfold as the story progresses. I leave it to your imagination for now. It won’t be hanging for long, not 2 years another definitely, bear with me please. All I can say is, cumming soon (pun intended).
Bro SammyNewbie, sorry I can’t quote ur very insightful post due to its length. Thanks for your acute observations and remarks, no offence taken by me really. I appreciate them in fact. You are right, half-right to be exact, but the night didn’t wear on that way and that was not how it ended. Its not the bad end that made me stop writng, its that consecutive writing for hours has exhausted me. I’m no longer 26 you know? lol
I’ll continue tomorrow la. Its late. Drafted a lil developments already, due to both of you egging me on (Hens and eggs, apt pun huh? lol). Thanks for your sppt… & let’s hope I get laid by tomorrow night shall we? lol
Story Continued… Quiet Moments, & of Angels & Demons…
Charlene half-dragged me out to the smoking area, high from the bingeing she had initiated herself, impervious to my reluctance and protests.
“What? You don’t smoke meh?” She said with half-drunken slur, her face and eyes slightly reddish, once we were out in the open.
I do
, I thought as I lighted my cigarettes,
just that I didn’t have to be smoking with you
.
I offered her a cigarette as I dragged on mine gratefully. Again, I have to reiterate, I needed a smoke and was grateful for one; Just not with this crazy presumptuous dominatrix.
“Thanks but I don’t smoke?”
Charlene looked at me blankly as I gave a quiet sigh of exasperation under my breath, exhaling the smoke slowly.
So why drag me out?
I wondered, but of course, out of courtesy for Angel’s (Angel being Lorraine my dear friends, lest there’s any confusion) BFF, I kept my mouth shut.
Charlene’s gaze was still fixated on me blankly, her face expressionless unless you considered stoned an expression, as I exhaled puff after puff; I wondered what was going on in that mind of hers as both of us remained silent.
She could be hot really
, I told myself,
if she wasn’t this bitchy
.
I finished my cigarette & was proceeding to snub the butt out in one the ash trays when Charlene walked towards me, albeit slow but still in a straight line, still clutching her wand. That reminded me, I must be looking real ridiculous w/ blinking horns on my head and I reached for it in an attempt to remove it.
“Hey… What are you doing?”
Charlene grabbed my hand with one of hers and placed the other one on my chest.
“You are done with smoking?”
Her speech deliberated and still slurred, but with a hint of feminine gentleness that I thought I’d never detect in a woman like her.
“Have another one la…”
“Are you okay?”
I asked, looking down at her head, which was on my chest, her bun just below my nose irritatingly.
“You can still walk straight, that should mean you are okay?”
Charlene looked up at me with a smug look on her face, her eyes half-closed,
“Of course I’m okay…Hah”
“Smoke another one la…”
She continued,
“And keep your horns on Horny! Come come, c…o…m…e….”
Charlene’s voice trailed off as she dragged me across the smoking area to a more secluded spot.
“So, are you playing Lorraine?”
She jerked her head abruptly to look at me as she leaned on a ledge as I was lighting my 2nd cigarette. I thought her head was going to detach from her small neck really at that material point.
“I’m not playing her…”
I replied, my voice steady but coarse from exhaling the smoke and from having one too many on the rocks.
“Oh? So you are serious?”
Charlene questioned, inquisitive and with aggression toning down.
“I am…”
I said with as much conviction I could muster, giving her the most intense of gazes.
“That’s my concern really… You do know Raine’s married with a kid?”
Charlene finally said after a long pause and an even longer sigh,
“I wouldn’t even care if you guys are simply just having a fling.”
Charlene stood up to face me just as my 2nd cigarette was finishing.
“Young boy, you’ve nothing to offer to Raine as of now. I’m sure you already know that.”
I suspected the stupor she felt was now evaporating due to the firmness in her voice.
“I think you need to reconsider, before either of you gets hurt.”
I was pondering over what Charlene said as we rejoined the group with them completely oblivious we had disappeared and rejoin them for a short while. Of course, I knew exactly what Charlene said since 5 months ago, but its different to hear it from Angel’s BFF dominatrix of a sista. I downed another glass and stepped out of the club as the group partied on, and as Charlene was asked by a boy even younger than I am for a dance. Their wings and her wand sure was causing quite a stir in the club.
Alone, I wandered to Dragonfly, to listen to the liveband there and to clear my now fuzzy thoughts a little. It was crowded by now, without any seats for a lone soul. I ended up climbing its spiral staircase which connected to Mono upstairs and in the corner of its bar with a jug of beer. Finally, a drink I was comfortable in.
I listened to the crowd belt out Mando pop and ballads, one after another, some good, some not so good, some heart wrenching and some simply completely tone-daft. What was a good 30 minutess seemed like ages really, as I waited for my song to come.
“Oi! You and Charlene went to make out just now ar?”
I whirled around to a tap on my shoulders, finding a beaming Lorraine standing next to me, her wings outspread, and probably with a halo above her tiara. I must be high.
“And now you come here to make out w/ other gals huh? Or to serenade them with love songs?”
I could only look on at her with a weak smile; my visions slightly blurred save for the sight of that halo I thought I’d seen.
Lorraine chuckled as she placed the back of one palm on my forehead,
“Eh, are you okay? You’ve had quite a bit to drink already.”
“Charlene is almost dying downstairs already because of you.”
She continued as she asked for an additional glass from the waiting staff, before helping herself to the beer. I protested innocently since technically, I was the one almost dying because of Charlene. Too bad she almost died before I did. We chatted; to Lorraine’s innocent giggles.
“Eh, are you jealous because I danced with Gabriel?”
I shook my head nonchalantly as the waiting staff passed me the microphone, my eyes fixated on the TV Screen.
“You gonna sing?”
Lorraine said with delight in her voice, as she egged me on
“Sing… sing… I wanna hear you sing…”
Lorraine claps and pushes me off my barstool to sit on it as the intro to my song plays, attracting some amused stares.
WTF really…
I hid my embarrassment by fixing my gaze on the screen, awaiting the prompt and lyrics for the song. I tried my best to neither look at her, nor at some of the onlookers.
Just look at the screen…
I thought as I opened my mouth to a croak for the first opening words of the song.
SHIT…
From the corner of my eye, Lorraine laughed hysterically.
Epic fail… again.
I tried desperately to focus only on the moving words on the screen, without looking at Lorraine.
“Croak… croak… croak…”
I finished the first chorus, looking at Lorraine with a defeated and exasperated smile as she applauded my failed attempt with claps that I suspected annoyed the tortured eardrums of the crowd present. I can only shake my head in dismal, obviously discomposed.
I tried to look away from Lorraine’s face as the bridge plays, in preparation for the 2nd pre-chorus which would soon come; I simply couldn’t, as she giggled excitedly and reached for my horns on the bar and put them on my head to even more amused stares. I looked on at her as the bridge came to end for the 2nd opening of the pre-chorus, my heartstrings tugging. Opening my mouth once again to meet the song again, I was surprised the words came out clearly this time round.
I looked on at her, not once at the screen, as the song progressed, and as her eyes & grin grew increasingly wide. I knew the lyrics by heart, and was now singing word for word to her. I trudged on, sang on, in complete oblivion of the crowd. After all, I was no longer singing to them, but to her, with renewed strength. My vocals opened up, as the high notes were hit; Not exactly pitch perfect, but I was sure she felt the sincerity of it. Lorraine clapped at the end of it, amidst some pockets of applause in the hall, no longer encouraging or patronising, but w/ surprised appreciation. I felt smug really, I thought I did well despite the weak opening.
Lorraine pecked me on my cheeks as she stood up, gave me a hug, and snatched the mic from me.
“My turn…”
She said…
Isn’t it still my song?
I thought as the music played,
but the intro is wrong le…
Lorraine stole a cheeky glance at me before opening her mouth, letting out some really steady notes, her voice sounding so different from when she spoke.
I was smug earlier, but was no longer…
I looked on at her as she finished verse after verse, stanza after stanza, pitch perfect. The only criticism, was that this
kantang
(potato, i.e. westernized) of a girl was having some pronounciation problems with the mandarin lyrics. It didn’t matter to me. Each time she pronounced a word wrongly, I only thought that added to her cuteness.
“我要快乐，我要能睡得安稳。。。有些人不抱了才温软，离开了才不恨，我早应该割舍。。。”
Lorraine’s voice raised steadily to meet the 1st chorus as her head snuggled on my chest comfortably…
I held her hands, giving them a reassuring squeezing, and looked at her as stole glances at me, alternating her gaze between the television screen and I…
I finally understand now Lorraine, I finally do… Thank you…
Yep, to give bros a picture of what the song Lorraine sang that night sounded night, this is the youtube of it, w/ eng translation below, courtesy of the original uploader of this MV, which I editted slightly coz some translations weren’t really apt. i was listening to it as I made the above post; I still love this song up till this day:
Got hurt by love once again.
It doesn’t matter, treat it as to a growing experience.
The cigarette of the person who just left is still lit, however the smell has faded.
I don’t love being alone at all , yet I’m lonelier than anyone else.
Even if you’d give me the whole world, I’d still have nothing.
I want happiness, I want to be able to sleep peacefully.
Warmth returns when you don’t embrace
Hate subsides when you left
I should have let go
I want happiness, even if I have to laugh even louder.
The heart is not warm, it’s all fake.
Only the tears are real.
Looking back on the past.
Thanking those who’ve hurt me.
I want to become an optimistic person.
It doesn’t seem cold after hearing the sound of the raindrops.
I don’t love being alone at all , yet I’m lonelier than anyone else.
Even if you’d give me the whole world, I’d still have nothing.
I want happiness, I want to be able to sleep peacefully.
Warmth returns when you don’t embrace
Hate subsides when you left
I want happiness, even if I have to laugh even louder.
The heart is not warm, it’s all fake.
Only the tears are real.
I want happiness, I want to be able to sleep peacefully.
Warmth returns when you don’t embrace
Hate subsides when you left
I want happiness, even if I have to laugh even louder.
The heart is not warm, it’s all fake.
My decision is the right one.
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But Stan really very pro… can cause the tough cookie friend to crumble and go…
“Da ge… where you going?”
Huh? What do you mean? Since when she go “da ge? where r u going?” She’s the one who drag me out to smoke even tho she doesn’t smoke le! not I wanted to smoke and she die die tag along le… lol. And who say she crumble liao? lol.
Story Continued… 3 Thumbs Up & 2 Fingers: Chicken’s Little No More…
Lorraine’s voice trailed off as the song came to an end to a rousing applause from the floor, male eyes of envy watching as she passed the microphone to the waiting staff and gave me a hug. I kissed her exposed forehead and adjusted her tiara for her, before looking down to her giving me a knowing smile. We quickly finished our beer before our turn to sing again could rotate back to us and popped outside to the open corridor for a smoke, before rejoining the gang after Charlene’s repeated insistence via SMS.
“Oi! Horny!”
Charlene exclaimed as Lorraine gave her a hug to pacify her,
“Where did you bring Raine Raine?”
We were now back in our corner in Powerhouse, where seats are available. I walked up to Charlene and exerted some force on her shoulders where I’ve put my hands, beckoning her to take one.
“For some private time la… Can’t we? Or you wanna join as well?”
I chided her mockingly.
“Sit down la… You are drunk!”
One can tell Charlene was shocked by my sudden change; I think everyone there could. Lorraine was now smiling to herself as one of the guys tried to talk to her. Charlene sat there, meekly and quietly, seemingly unsure of how to react.
“Food will make you feel better… "
I bent over and said into Charlene’s ear.
“More drinks? Aha”
I poured the last bit of liquor for Charlene and offered it to her, as well topped up all the glasses on the table as much as I could have, before ordering some food and more drinks.
“Hey, I’m not drunk lo…”
Charlene said slowly, tapping my legs. It was now her time to be unsure as I put the glass gently in her hands…
“Er… did you order Chicken Wings?”
I nodded as I proposed a round of cheers for the Bride-to-Be to the gang. As they raised their glasses, I bent down and said into Charlene’s ears again,
“Not drunk huh? Drink more then…”
. By the time the food and drinks came, Lorraine was beaming widely while Charlene seemed completely bewildered.
“Who ordered this?”
Charlene raised the bottle of Martell now on the table.
“I’m not gonna pay for this lo…”
“Me, for you… And no one’s asking you to pay!”
I said laughing as I snatched the bottle from her.
“But I don’t drink Martell… Hey Horny! You very
beng
le!”
She protested and teased, laughing.
“Ya, I’m a beng. And I don’t drink Macallans, Martell is nicer, doesn’t taste like soap…”
I poured a glass for Charlene which she downed reluctantly.
“And can you stop calling me Horny? I have a name!”
“If you aren’t horny, why would you be hanging around Raine?”
Charlene teased, her face still contorted from downing the glass I’d just offered her.
“My name is Stan,”
I said firmly pouring her another,
“And though Lorraine does make me horny sometimes, I’m not hanging around her because I am. Now drink!”
“Woah…”
The gang echoed in a crescendo tauntingly, Charlene included, having heard me as some of them, mostly the guys, flashed the thumbs-down sign; Charlene didn’t though, and I suspected deep down, she was beginning to approve of Lorraine and I.
Saying that out loud, or was it the watching of the domineering Charlene going into a submissive state gradually, gave me a renewed sense of confidence. The food was by now disappearing quickly, the effect of alcohol now finally taking its toll. The party was getting heated. Charlene is almost done for, as each and every one in the gang, and lots of strangers as well, toasted the bride-to-be consecutively. Charmaine was next, having to drink on behalf of her half-drunken sister.
Soon, it was Lorraine’s turn…
“Stan!!!!! Drink for me puhlease….”
Lorraine clutched my hands beseechingly as a stranger toasted her. Taboo, it’s impolite to be drinking on someone’s behalf. I negotiated with the stranger, making sure he knew Lorraine was mine to take care of, and that I’d drink double of his offer. Bad mistake, I was soon doing that for the Char sisters too, which by now were both hanging on a thin thread. That earned me the thumbs-up sign, my 1st for the night, from Lorraine who flashed it at me with a beaming smile as Charlene slumped over on the couch in defeat.
The gang proceeded onto the packed dance floor, with Lorraine dragging me enthusiastically after having just rejected Gabriel’s invitation.
“I’m with him”
She said to him politely with a smile before holding my hands insistently,
“Come… haha…”
Gabriel watched on, clearly disappointed and extremely jealous.
We were now in the middle of the dance floor, with Lorraine pressing her body on mine as she placed my arms around her, guys around us stealing some envious glances. I couldn’t dance, I didn’t care. I gyrated and shook my body as much as I could while Lorraine laughed on at my clumsy moves. Charlene and Charmaine were now dancing with a group of really young men who looked like they’ve just booked out from camp when a middle-aged man cut into Charmaine’s front and pressed himself on her. Thing’s got a little heated when the middle-aged man offered Charmaine his glass with one hand, groped her with the other, and was persistently trying to whisper into her ears despite Charmaine’s obvious disdain. Charlene gave me my 2nd thumbs-up for the night, flashing it at me with a grin, albeit begrudgingly by calling me an
Ah Beng
with Charmaine clutching me gratefully, after I stepped in to defuse the situation.
“You just simply cannot resist taking pot shots at me huh?”
I said to the laughing Charlene; Deep down, there is a weird sense of satisfaction receiving that thumbs-up from her as we partied on.
“Ooooo…. Somebody’s a hero huh?”
Lorraine teased as she put her arms around my neck before locking her lips on mine, in full view of the public.
“Ouch!”
I backed off immediately to a snarling bite on my lips as Lorraine gave me an evil smile and protested
“Why do you seem to enjoy doing this?”
Lorraine threw her head back laughing as I pulled her close again. As we danced on, we kissed repeatedly; over and over.
Lorraine turned around slowly as she twirled to the blaring beats. With her back facing me, she pressed her lower back on my crotch.
“Feel anything?”
She turned her head and asked cheekily.
“Erm ya, your back? And your wings?”
I laughed as she gave me a scowl.
Lorraine tugged my hands downwards and placed them on her hips, “
How about now?”
With her lead, I bent my knees slight, and my crotch was on now on her southern cheeks as she moved sensually on it.
“Not really?”
I replied, puzzled. I must be tipsy; my crotch isn’t reacting like how it is supposed to react normally.
Lorraine frowned. After a slight pause, she grabbed and hand and moved it in between her thighs, beneath her dress, to my stupefaction.
I froze in my spot, completely stumped, as a finger slid into her moist pussy unintentionally. Unintentional, I swear. It just lid in because it was so, erm, slippery?
“Er…”
I bent down and whispered monotonously into her ear
“No safety shorts?”
“Not even a thong, I removed them in the toilet just now…”
Lorraine bit my ear lobes as turned my head to her mouth in anticipation of an answer from her.
“Like it?”
“Ok… What about your hair?”
I asked, my tone trembling and bewildered. I needed answers. Concrete ones.
“Removed them this afternoon…”
Lorraine replied coolly, with both her eyes looking directly into mine,
“Like it?”
We locked lips again, with me having an instantaneous hard-up that Lorraine’s perky ass would only be too aware of. As we kissed, from the corner of my eye, Ivan, my irritating ex-colleague, was grinding Charmaine when he turned around cheekily (and knowingly) and flashed me my 3rd thumbs-up for the night, having seen all the action only too clearly from the VIP section of the spectator stand he was on.
I gave him the Finger, stiff, before shutting my eyes once more so as to savour Lorraine’s moving tongue, with another finger down below, wriggly.
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SammyNewbie
Wah… did you change story now that I give you advice?
*smacks Stan with boyish shoulder hit*
No bro, that was how it went. Its just that I didn’t equate softening to “crumbling”… lol… crumbling is chui in hokkien le…
which is why I told you back then already, you are half-right. and also, that night didn’t turn out as negatively as you’d originally expected. haha.
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SexyStan
Story Continued… 3 Thumbs Up & 2 Fingers: Chicken’s Little No More…
…I gave him the Finger, stiff, before shutting my eyes once more so as to savour Lorraine’s moving tongue, with another finger down below, wriggly.
The edit function… sigh… I need to edit faster…
I think the last sentence should be changed to “I gave him the Finger, stiff, before shutting my eyes once more so as to savour Lorraine’s
wriggling
tongue, with another finger down below, wriggly.” for more punch… haha.