- A barrier which separates the mundane from the Transcendent Reality; A true Wonderwall will always have a crack, or a slit or an opening which allows anyone a glimpse of what lies beyond the Wonderwall;
- Someone who you find yourself thinking about all the time, the person who you are completely infatuated with; The one that you look for on your buddylist every time you sign online, the one who has a heart next to their name in your phone book and the person that you find yourself completely head over heels for;
- A song every lovesick emo teenager believes they can relate to (See e.g. for Definition 2 above);
- A type of contraceptive device, more specifically a condom;
- The mirror you rail lines of Coke (Cocaine) off of. Nothing romantic;
- A woman’s vagina.
Story Continued… The First Meal(s)…
What now?
I found myself thinking once more, oblivious to Lorraine’s sensual touches as she soaped me.
“What?!?!? Haven’t we’ve just seen all of one another?”
Lorraine had earlier protested with mirth as she barged into the bathroom as I jumped up in astoundment and desperately attempting to retract my pee back up to from where it came from.
“You shy ar?”
Lorraine peered at me closed-up and obviously unabashed before she guffawed hysterically.
I stood under the showerhead, attempting to absorb the scenes of not only what just happened between Lorraine and I over the past two nights but scenes we’ve shared between us over the past 5 months; The water wasn’t cooling much of e down apparently. I looked down at Lorraine to a sight of water trickling down her smooth tanned skin; Couldn’t see her face though, she was wearing a shower cap that was bopping annoyingly in my face as she fussed over my neglected back.
“Haiyo! Big men like you can’t reach your backs huh?”
Lorraine gasped as she scrubbed it.
“So much acne… so many scars!”
I had acquired those acnes and scars from my NSF days: Having to spend lots of time, and days, in the field during the numerous exercises and being bitten the even more so numerous bugs that I couldn’t identify; Not having a clean change of uniform (No, MINDEF didn’t abuse me. It’s just that my FBO was already 50kg without the extra uniform, so yea, I decided I didn’t need to wear myself down by bringing those) only serve to make matters worse. I still have recurrent foot rots till this day. Guess some scars never heal?
Some scars never heal… Would Lorraine be one of them? Or would I be one to Lorraine herself in time to come?
I reciprocated Lorraine’s good will as I figured big guys aren’t the only ones who couldn’t reach their backs. I soaped her back and massaged her shoulders as well as rub her neck tenderly.
“Hmmm… You are pretty good at all these things ar?”
Lorraine commented casually as her eyes closed in repose.
The sound of the pouring showerhead filled the tiny bathroom in the background as steam fogs us, creating the surrealism catalytical for shit to happen. My hands slipped under Lorraine’s arms after giving them a loving squeeze and around her body to absolve her hands from the need to soap her front all by herself. I was soon squeezing something else.
Somehow, with soap, it all feels so different. Lorraine’s nipples hardened firmly between my twiddling fingers as my shaft did just so as well in her meddling hands, which were now fully absolved from their original tasks just as I had intended. Well, believe it or not; I had intended to absolve them but not for them to meddle with my dick or balls.
“So fast huh?”
Lorraine laughed as I settled her on top of the basin, after we both washed away the soap on vital areas only and turning off the shower, in an extremely confined space only her petite frame could fit into; Right on the basin ledge and below the rack where they place towels.
This girl gives me too much credit, for a mere mortal man would have no problems turning into Hercules in the hands of Aphrodite.
In the mild fog, Lorraine gave my hard-on a even harder squeeze, which really did hurt a little, as she guided the space shuttle into the station; It docked perfectly as I felt her tight, moist, walls close in all around it. Her legs on my shoulders, Lorraine looked at me with wide open eyes as those sexy lips of hers parted in a whisper,
“Do you love me Stan?”
Ouch, I was lost for words. I knew exactly what to say, or rather what I truly wanted to say; I just didn’t know if I was indeed supposed to say that or if saying it is going to jeopardize anything between Lorraine and I. In my head, I was screaming “Yes! Yes! YES!!!” as I thrust into her repeatedly to the rhythm of her moanings in complete silence save for the occasional groans and sighs expressing my pleasure.
“Do you like it?”
I asked softly upon pulling away from those sweet lips of hers reluctantly as I looked at the amorphous reflections of a gyrating me and a submissive her in the fogged mirror to our side.
“Do you love me?”
That was the reply Lorraine gave, her eyes wide open still as she scrutinized me intently before closing them into a tight shut to my intensifying rockings.
I offered her my initial question as a reply. Sensing an evasion, she offered the same reply to my reply. This went on several times consecutively, in the fog, moans and groans that filled the very tiny bathroom.
We willed each other on. Lorraine was egging me on for a definitive answer to her question while I was, well, refusing with every ounce of my will to not answer her. The asking of the same old questions between the two of us soon grew increasingly agitated as the sex grew steamier in all that steam around us. My will was growing increasingly diminished as our passions wore on.
I was saved, for the time being and for awhile. The routine was broken by the ringing of Lorraine’s handphone, followed by the ringing of our room phone, outside. Both went unanswered.
“I think that’s the gals…”
Lorraine shoved me away gently so that we could both resume our washing, and dressing, hurriedly as we were both aware that unanswered phone calls would only mean irate creditors would soon be at your doorsteps.
9 a.m., a giggling Charmaine bounced into the room shouting
“Breakfast! Breakfast!”
with Ivan and a very groggy Charlene trailing behind; We had opened the doors to them after barely cleaning up the room and making the beds when a series of impatient knocks threatening to tear the door down sounded. No reason for fantasies really, Lorraine and I were already fully dressed for the day.
“What?!?!?!?! Eh, What is this????”
All evidence of grogginess we’d seen in Charlene earlier had evaporated instantly and mysteriously. I followed a line down her hands to where she was pointing before my face went red. I groaned repeatedly in silence, and regret, as I observe Lorraine quickly walking over and bending down to pick up the limb and tattered Okamoto before dumping it in the bin.
Ivan guffawed as he ran up the stairways leading to the Jacuzzi with Charmaine and an abruptly speedy and alert Charlene hot on his heels. Lorraine and I exchanged knowing looks of horror.
We trudged up the stairs reluctantly and hand in hand, as laughters floated down from the opening at the top.
In the glimmering sun laid a heap of dishevelled clothings with a packet of Durex Extra Safe seating right on top of them and a jellyfish, with two small beige discs, at the far edge of the Jacuzzi.
“Wah lao!!!! The two of you…”
Charlene sniggered…
“Wild night huh?”
In the midst of all the guffaws (mostly and particularly from Ivan), Charlene continued…
“Breakfast? Or have you guys already had yours?”
Bros Totally and SammyNewbie
Oi, the 2 of u go awfully quiet after I told u guys to agree to disagree le… Lol… That doesn’t mean that cheery banters are off limits as well.
Anyway, pls make me laugh. Funnily, though I don’t know the two of you at all, your quirky anecdotes like Newbie’s occasional trailer narratives and Totally’s cover page, songs and of course, ice-cream contraversy helps to make my days and take some pain off.
Thanks all readers for your sppt and comments. Its nice to know I’m not whining (yes, I know the story is beginning to sound a little like rants and whines, forgive me please) to a mere lifeless wall. Guess we all need an outlet sometime, considering memories are powerful emotion invokers.
Wow Bro Totally, how you got to know this song? I thought I’m ole school… but I really didn’t know of it until you posted it… gd song. cheers!
LOL! Newbie bro.. thanx for the humour once again… and adding dynamism to the story. I may not agree entirely, but the way you put it sure was spicy. One can’t please all palates, but with you around and your help, we are definitely pleasing alot more people than I could have done it myself.
Story Continued… Wonderwall(s) Part I
Wonderwall
(n)
(Definitions & Examples provided below courtesy of UrbanDictionary.com)
e.g. I peeked through the opening of the Wonderwall and saw a dim glimmer of Krishna.
e.g. …there are many things that i would like to say to u but i don’t know how; Because maybe you’re gonna be the one that saves me, and after all your my Wonderwall… (Song Lyrics from “Wonderwall” by Oasis)
e.g. Oh Ajay, you really are my Wonderwall, and I will never get over you; Until the hot guy from the Cheesecake Factory asks me out.
e.g. Crap! Megan’s Mom, do you have any Wonderwalls in your desk? We don’t want any BABIES!"
and
e.g. Yo! You’ve got a Wonderwall so we don’t waste this blow?
e.g. Yo! Chris! This girl’s Wonderwalls were so tight bro!
TBC… Too many words… read in conjunction with below post please, Part II and Part III to follow.
Wonderwall(s) Continued… Part II
Lorraine was now straddling me once more on the deck chair under the sweltering late morning sun. If sex before breakfast was steamy, this, after breakfast, was sweaty.
She looked on at me and moaned passionately to the noise of early Sunday beach goers below us in the near distant, with beads of perspiration trickling down her skin and body sexily, as my hands and mouth ran all over her lapping those salty beads up. Lost in the flurry of sensations while my hands ran down Lorraine’s svelte back, my thoughts drifted back to a couple of hours before then…
Charlene, Charmaine and Ivan had barged into our room to the aftermath scene of a vehement night Lorraine and I shared together; Charmaine and Ivan obviously amused while Charlene visibly bemused and disturbed.
We had breakfast together with the rest of the gang. Thankfully, the gang, or rather what was left of it, was silent for most parts with the occasional reminiscent chatter about the party the night before as well as wedding plans for Charlene’s Big Day in about 3 months time. Gabriel ate in silence while Charmaine and Ivan shot knowing looks at me (from Ivan) and Lorraine (from Charmaine) whenever the opportunity arises for them to do so. Ivan was worse; he had that contemptuous look and he couldn’t stop sniggering.
“It was wild last night huh?”
, “
You girls sure can move well…”
and
“Dance floor was so heated up…”
were just some of those opportunities; Charlene appeared nonchalant, clearly staying out of the covert crossfire between Ivan, Charmaine, Lorraine and I until someone commented,
“Let’s hope Charlene can settle down after last night and prepare for marriage. And hopefully, she’d behave herself after marriage! Hey Charlene, you sure you are ready to be tied down for life or not?”
Charlene coughed as she choked on her juice as her look alternated between Lorraine and I. It wasn’t lewd, dirty or disapproving; It was one out of concern.
Unable to stand Ivan’s stifled sniggers throughout the breakfast, I aside him for some private time over smokes.
“Ok, ok bro. My bad but I was truly worried about you la!”
Ivan protested and proclaimed his innocence after I voiced my unhappiness over his very obvious antics that threatened to throw Lorraine and I into the limelight we both didn’t need.
Worried about me? I thought in silence as I glared at him while inhaling my smoke. Yeah right…
“Bro, I heard from Charlene and Charmaine, your chick’s married le? What were you thinking?”
Ivan continued with mock concern, jesting really, to which I could offer no viable comebacks to.
TBC… Pls read in conjunction with Part I above and Part III below…
Wonderwall(s) continued… Part III
I carried Lorraine down the stairs and back into the room, her arms and legs around me like a Koala Bear on a Eucalyptus Tree, while I was still in her and not yet undocked. Lorraine sighed gently with her eyes closed as she straddled this Eucalyptus Tree. Despite my pleasure, I was going ouch deep down really; And ouch I did go, my shin hurting, as we both collapsed onto the bed in an entangled heap with me on top of her.
Charlene had kicked my shin from under the table during a brief moment at breakfast when there was only the two of us at the table.
“The two of you,”
She hissed,
“are playing with fire really…”
“A broken condom?”
She enquired with both her slitty eyes wide open,
“So in other words, its as good as you guys not using it?”
“You know? Out of fun, Sis, Ivan and I were outside your room listening? It was so quiet so we really weren’t expecting you guys had it this wild?”
She confirmed the running and shuffling footsteps last night belonged to them.
“I don’t know la. Both Raine and you are adults; You ought to know better.”
That was when the kick came in to cue me to keep my mouth shut before I could offer any replies as some of them, Lorraine included, returned to the table.
“If its only the spur of the moment, horniness, its fine really. But I do think shit has hit the fan for the both of you.”
Charlene hissed heavily before breaking into a knowing smile at me.
“Just make sure my gal doesn’t get hurt.”
“And really…”
Charlene’s voice trailed off with her smiling still.
“All’s Fair in Love and War.”
Well, at least that’s what I thought Charlene said from the shapes of her moving lips for her hissing was bearly audible now. I couldn’t clarify for I felt a 2nd kick from beneath the table.
Lorraine and I were now both writhing on bed like how you’d see two mating snakes do on Animal Planet. Last hour to check-out and before the closure of a very happening chapter in both our lives, we were determined to make the best of it. As the gang headed back to the rooms to catch up and pack up, we had asked for a little private time when the Char sisters wanted to crash our room once more. Charlene led Charmaine away to their own room after nodding and shooting Lorraine a very knowing look and the next minute, we were on the Verandah where the Jacuzzi was on the deck chair and ripping each other’s clothings off once more as we locked both lips and hips.
Lorraine squirmed comfortably as I pumped her furiously to the tune and lyrics of Wonderwall by Oasis in my head,
“Today is gonna be the day that they’re gonna throw it back to you. By now, you should have somehow realized what you gotta do. I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do, about you now…”
Oasis was right about how I felt about Lorraine. Charlene was even more so about all being fair in Love and War.
Rock on Oasis, rock on I did on Lorraine as the song continued in my head to the back beat of Lorraine’s thumping heart against my body and her imploring sighs and moans,
“Back beat, the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out. I’m sure you’ve heard it all before but you’ve never really had a doubt. I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do, about you now…”
Gnaws and nibbles escalated into bites, scratchings escalated into clawings, pecks escalated into relentless osculations and playful pinches escalated into merciless grabs. Yet, we both pleaded each other for more as we submitted to each other’s aggression, our passions convicted yet resolute; We had convinced each other, as well as ourselves, of our steadfastness.
“And all the roads we have to walk are winding, and all the lights that lead us there are blinding. There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don’t know how…”
The defiant voice of Liam Gallagher trails on as it resonated with the back beats of our hearts.
I retracted from Lorraine after having ribbed open an Extra Safe and draping the Wonderwall over my adamant dick quickly; I quickly re-entered Lorraine’s Wonderwalls.
“Let’s cum together; I want to cum inside you, together with you?”
I told Lorraine with conviction in my voice. She looked into the depths of my eyes where my soul was, smiling, before shutting them once more in docility, literally, as I entered her bent over body OP (Not Oppa my friends, OP for overpowering, a PC game lingo) Doggie Style.
Lorraine’s dangling boobs wobbled to the impacts of my repeatedly crashing pelvis. I clawed her back down to her alluring bums as my battering ram shuttered in and out of sight between them; I would bring the Wonderwall down, I swear, as Siege Commander. Holding the bootylicious her for awhile, I gave her cheeks a tiny smack before I encroach both her wobblies with one hand, holding them together in one swoop while scrunching her hair with the other and slowly pulled her head back.
“Oh Stan…”
Lorraine pleaded, her eyes still shut,
“Do you love me?”
The walls were almost done for, I knew, as I felt faint tremors all around my ram. I maintained my silence, and grunts, determined not to give her an answer until she gave me one.
“Are you cumming baby?”
I asked as I looked down at her riveting body contours.
“Mmmm… Mmmm…. Don’t stop Stan. Please don’t stop… Soon… soon…”
Lorraine pleaded, her voice rising up firmly into a scream.
I bent down to her ears and whispered,
“So, do you love me?”
I needed to know. I didn’t want to be a mere Gap Filler, literally with pun intended, for I wanted Lorraine with all my heart and soul.
Lorraine bit her lips, her eyes shut still before popping open suddenly to look at me from the corner as she turned her head as much as she could. Our lips locked, our hips locked as well, Lorraine whined repeatedly in submission.
“I want you baby…”
I said with every ounce of conviction I could muster, every bit of it intended for her ears,
“I really do.”
I felt a shudder run down Lorraine’s spine as I said that, for those shudders translated into reverberating walls that was now clasping my tenacious ram. Lorraine replied through her bitten lips, both bitten my herself and me, in encoded sighs, moans and groans.
“I can’t hold back any longer gal…”
I whispered again..
“I’m cumming Stan, just a little more… please…”
Lorraine pleaded once more before those pleas were drowned in her sea of moans.
“Do you love me Lorraine?”
I asked again.
“Ah… ah… ah… AH!”
Lorraine threw her head back, despite me not tugging them this time round, as I felt one tight grip, definite and final, on my penis as it got sucked in deeper into her.
“I LOVE YOU STAN!!!!”
Lorraine declared…
“I DO!!!!”
As Lorraine collapsed onto the bed once more with perspiration in her hair and on her forehead under very different circumstances from the night before, my shotgun exploded in between her trembling legs and in her with my lying on top of her back. Lorraine’s hands were sprawled outwards and across, limb, while her legs were still spread wide apart. She panted, her eyes still closed, as I kissed her soft, supple and sweaty cheek.
“…There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don’t know how…”
Liam Gallagher continued… defiant still,
“Because maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me; And after all, you’re my Wonderwall…”
As Lorraine heaved under me, breathless, I gasped into her ears,
“I love you so much my dear and I want you so much as well…"
“You’re my Wonderwall…”
I sang as our lips locked but hips no longer.
Hen’s night is concluded… Finally; where I had intended to do so originally before my story died in 2010.
The story hasn’t quite ended w/ Hen’s Night; In fact, it was the beginning for things to come between Lorraine and I.
All will be revealed in due course, but I do need a short break now, particularly over the weekends before I resume again after that. As promised, I’d die this time round to finish what I’ve started, and where I’ve left off.
Bros curious about what happened back then for Hen’s night, and disappointed, I hope I’ve finally appeased you guys now with my earnesty. A million apologies, the story will be finished soon, I hope.
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llcn
Bro, best story I had here.
Thanks for the support bro. Hope you stay tuned coz there’s still some more updates coming up for this story between Lorraine and I. You’ve given me some very high accolade that I’m afraid I may not be worthy of; For better writers than I am are aplenty here in SBF.
I’m just grateful for any support and perhaps empathy (I really don’t hope for symphathy though, the last thing Lorraine and I need really), coz the journey taken by Lorraine and I, was a lonely one. Words wise, I might be inadequate. But I hope readers will be able to feel the hearts and emotions behind the story. Updates will resume after the weekends I believe, cheers.
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SammyNewbie
Wonder wall is quite a strange song to think about when having sex.
What actually made you think about it?
I would think about happier stuff while doing the deed ^.^
Interpret the lyrics my friend; Its possible to interpret Wonderwall differently from how Noel Gallagher intended it to be. The lyrics are pretty open after all.
It does describe Lorraine, as well as how I felt, pretty well. Moreover, it does have a pretty sexy melody, a catchy beat and even sexier manly vocals.
Story Continued… I Love the Gs.
Lorraine’s
“I do”
rings in my ears till this day; So does the image of her showing me the slinky translucent (I’d call it transparent really) black lingerie she had brought along to surprise me but didn’t get the chance to wear due to our fervour after 5 months of repression. Well, 5 months for me at least, probably 3 for Lorraine.
“It won’t be a pity, I’m pretty sure you’d get to see me in it in time to come”
Lorraine winked at me before stuffing it back into her barang barang.
Lorraine is right again, of course. Hen’s night has ended but the road ahead for the both of us has just started. As we travelled down the ECP once more in reversed direction, Liam Gallagher’s voice played on in my head: And all the roads we have to walk are winding, and all the lights that lead us there are blinding. The difference however, is that I now know what I have to say to Lorraine and have said it.
The familiar sight of our neighbourhood and the same ole MSCP looms in sight later that Sunday afternoon. We trudged our tired bodies back to our respective units after making out briefly in the car once more. Nothing action-packed, just simple lip-locking that we ought to have grown accustomed to after Hen’s Night but don’t seem to quite do so yet. Tired bodies, not quite. I’ve never felt more alive then in contrast to the past 26 years of my mere and humble existence; for Then, and for months to come.
The end of Hen’s Night, with Darren’s return, pretty much concluded the Month of June 2012 for me (and perhaps Lorraine). The lip-locking in that MSCP was the last bit of action that both of us would see till Darren’s return, save for the constant mushy SMSes that we exchanged over the next one week or so and some routine pre Hen’s Night quick dates; For Lorraine was back to fussing over the Little Man in her Life despite (and because of) the absence of the Big Man after she picked Glen up that evening from her parents’.
It was a difficult one week or so for me, as images of Hen’s Night and that black lingerie that I didn’t get to see on her played out constantly in my lonely mind.
Month of June 2012 may have been concluded but our journey has just begun. It was end June, on the evening Darren came back, when Lorraine texted me while at dinner with her family to celebrate his return:
I think we may be having some time to ourselves again soon. Darren’s gonna be very bz. NDP.
I love our G. For without them, I wouldn’t be hitting Lorraine’s G-Spot at all. So thank you…