I met Lorraine again at 5a.m. the following morning and for many more days to come. These days, as long as its a weekday, we’d make that run together unless it rains.
Life resumed to normal and our friendship grew as nothing was mentioned of that faithful day at her place. To prevent myself from fantasizing, I reminded myself continuously of one observation I made at her place… Her man is one dutiful provider. I did not want to wreck whatever it is that she had then.
We continued our practise of jogging together in the morning and I grew more and more comfortable with presence next to me. We started talking and joking more than ever. Jogs in the morn, the occasional tea or cuppa bundled with our usual hearty banters and jokes. Dinners and weekends are reserved for her family but occasionally she would SMS me for a discreet puff at the staircase. She was a great guidance to me and we would even discuss schoolwork (calculus, economics problems) blah blah blah. We would also discuss about the economy in general and about investments, including investments she or I held. But yes, deep down, I was badly smittened with her.
I finally had a chance to see the husband though… It was one evening, at the lift lobby again when I saw her hubby, Glen and her waiting for the lift car.
I had seen them including the guy of which whom I suspects is her husband (duh… which other man could it be?) carrying huge ikea bags and I queued up behind them next to the lift… Lorraine was turning around to talk to her hubby when she saw me…
“Hey junior…” She smiled as she held onto her hubby’s arms with one hand, the other one restraining her cub. She quickly introduced me as a neighbour, a friend and her… ummm…. ‘financial advisor’. “Stanley, my hubby Darren.” Well guess what, without even looking at me, her husband grunted in impatience.
WTF… there you have a beautiful woman for a wife who’s trying to talk to you and all you did was maintain your aloof silence. That’s not it, when she introduces a friend, neighbour and ‘advisor’ to you… you bloody grunt without even turning your eye or batting and eyelid.
That was it. I found myself eyeballing him. Truth be told, he is imposing… strong mascular frame & tall. Few guys can match me in terms of height but this one can. In fact, he was taller (damned). Nonetheless, I eyeballed him till he strutted into the lift without even waiting for his lovely wife.
I was enraged…. that guy’s a complete brute… a farken Uruk-hai from LOTR. Piece of shit regular…. Cocky bastard. Nonetheless, I sensed Lorraine’s discomfort and anger (shows on her face) and backed down….
Pressing the common floor button and subsequently holding the door open while the bastard struuted before Lorraine without giving two hoots about her, I watched as she turned left awkwardly to her apartment…
I’m starting to realize why she was unhappy and the worthy impression of ‘dutiful provider’ was beginning to change.
We continued our morning runs and occasional lunches and tea. Each time we ran, I would be trying real hard to observe Lorraine from all aspects and what warranted such a behaviour from her Hubby, Darren. Due to what happened between us at her place the previous time, I couldn’t help but wonder if she had been promiscuous or unfaithful towards her. Yet, the more I knew about her, the more I found that unlikely. On hindsight today, I can tell you its practically impossible of her but everybody has a breaking point no matter.
I did not ask and she did not speak of it, neither what happened between us back then nor what happened between her husband and her. I did not have to wait for long when I was heading off to work when I heard a very familiar agitated voice.
“Who the fuck is she! You better tell me know… It’s no longer about the both of us anymore! We fucking have Glen now and if you are a fucking man….”
Lorraine was railing at the top of her voice at a the void deck of a different block, not too far away from ours. I saw her put the phone down in anger and complete exasperation as she sat down on the stone chairs.
“Girl… you ok?” I found myself walking towards her, genuinely concerned. She wasn’t crying, but had a drop, or two, tears welling in her eyes. Knowing her, those weren’t tears of sadness… it was tears of anger. She calmed herself down and looked into my eyes, point-blank and expressionless…
“Can I have a fag junior…”?
As Lorraine dragged on my cigarette with me dragging on mine, I knew something was seriously wrong. She never referred to a cigarette as a fag before. “May I have a smoke/puff/cigarette” were terms she used… never fag.
She continued dragging her cigarette and moments passed in silence. This time round, the silence was no longer awkward and you could sense her deliberating… finally…
“What do you think of Darren?” She asked, the lips curled around the sides…
“What???” Pause was my reply before I came up with this… “Honestly? Muthafarker…”
She laughed hysterically at my straight-forwardness…. “Oh junior… “, gave me a pat on my shoulders and looked me in the eye…
“You know you once asked me how come plans are only drawn up taking into account myself and my son?” She said in a cold, serious tone…
I maintained my silence and composture whilst trying hard to soften my gaze on her… I knew something was coming… something big that she’s gonna let me in on….
“Coz I married him becoz I had to…”
Lorraine then proceeded to tell me the story of Darren and her. Darren was an aspiring young man, full of potential but none the heart. He is considered a high-flyer within the force. Woman would consider him a golden catch, his prospects, background and all but he was a player…. from their dating days… he was already a player. Having heard her story, I was convinced that Darren was never a man to begin with… he was a boy….
Darren had courted Lorraine with his manliness back then while he was young and suave (well, truth be told, he is still suave)… Lorraine had fallen for him when he, back then, grabbed a guy who was trying to hit on her in a club by the collars and told him “If you think you are good enough for her, why don’t you just try it?” before shoving him away in force before a wide-eyed and naive young Lorraine.
Well, he’s gotten her alright… and many other girls as well. She knew about it but was doubting the relationship only by the time she was pregnant… That was how they ended up together…. This is in gist… of course many more details are in between… but I sense many bros here are inpatient as this is turning into a fucking soap. Haha…
Simply put, he wouldn’t even have married Lorraine if not for the fact that she had the balls to insist giving birth to this child whilst giving up everything she had for it.
Lorraine continued her rants whilst I look on at her in admiration while listening to here tale… This here, is a woman by all definitions, I told myself.
“…and if not for Glen, I swear I’ll fucking kill him!” Lorraine looked in anger before breaking into a smile… “Thanks for listening… I won’t kill him… not to worry. I’m used to him being a complete asshole.”
“Thanks junior, breakfast?”
huh??? again…?
Breakfast was served her place this time… (Yes, I walked her up and waited for her to scramble eggs… I honestly didn’t know that it was gonna be at her place). It was simple, toasts,. scrambled eggs, ham, bread and of course her famous ice-coffee which I so loved.
We continued bitching about her bastard hubby who thinks that as long as he provides, he is god… Of course, to cheer her up, I tried to comfort her by digressing a little…
Since she cooked, I did the dishes… I was running hell late for work and she offered “Since you listened, I’ll drive you to work…”
Work’s actually only 15 mins away from my place if I walked and a similar time taken if on wheels. Crap… lol. However, as she insisted, I could find no reason to reject. We proceeded to the MSCP and towards her car… and this was when and where shit happened again…
Hi thanks Bros for the support, encouragement & of course, the points.
I’m glad you guys liked my story. HOnestly, if you asked me, I like my encounter very much as well…. only the encounter part without the complications… lol…
Apologies for the last update being yesterday but as I clarified earlier, rapid developments only happened yesterday due to my unusually minimal workload. Also, I was trying to rush the progress as much as possible until it reaches the saucy parts. Guess not many bros will like to read the exact details of how we met huh…
Please do continue to provide feedbacks as yes, I need as much feedback to reflect and ponder if possible… this encounter is kindda throwing the both of us into a slight emotional wreck…
Oh yea… btw as I was going through the post, I realized multiple (should I say uncountable grammatical & spelling errors)… Apologies (not that anyone would care tho) but still I have to say this, the earlier posts were made under a rushed circumstance as I couldn’t be focused on it (I was in the office and at school, so multitasking and multi-tabbing)… Also trying to rush to the saucier parts as soon as possible… hmmm lotsa earlier posts about development as I felt I need to type it out so that feedback may be provided to me for reference by brothers…
Thanks for the support.
Her car was parked in the usual spot where it always is, as long as Lorraine could afford to. I’ve come to identify that that was her special spot.
It was seems to be moderately high (no, not the top of the MSCP) though as she has the impression that would keep vandals away from it (she had her car scratched once upon a time). It would be at a corner, nicely tucked and seperated from other cars by a pillar. Small spot, but then again, she didn’t have a very big car (Didn’t need to… small car for her, moderately okay saloon car for hubby) as the car was for her to pick her cub up and do her groceries as well as the occasional coffee with friends.
I got into the car after she did and she already had her seatbelts buckled.
“Hey… you don’t find it very squeezy for someone big like you meh? Shift the bloody seat back la…” She quipped in an amused voice whilst looking at me struggling with the seat belt and that huge bag I had with me on my lap. “put that bomb of yours in the backseat first la?”
I complied, it made sense after all and I was kindda amazed with my stupidity for not having figured that out earlier (Clarification: I did figure it out but was embarassed to do so as this is not my car after all). Bad timining though, my compliance (and rapid movements) was met with her enthusiasm to help me with my load.
I shifted my body to my right, while being restrained still by the seat belt… and of course bag (or bomb as she called it) just as she shifted her body to her left whilst trying to lift the bag off my laps with the left hand joint my her right hands shortly. I already mentioned the bag was huge, rest assured it was heavy as well with my laptop and numerous files & documentations inside. It wasn’t something a girl of Lorraine’s frame could handle easily…
“Argh…” She said as she tried to manipulate that bomb of my laps… while I was trying to do so as well…. Too much for her to take and with the confusion (or rather concurrence) of both our actions at the same time, she tugging with me tugging as well, her hands gave way and she leaned forward towards me…
“Ouch…” She laughed while I said the same deep down in me. I was met with her enthusiasm to help me with the bomb… and with her head as well. As she looked up in complete embarassment and me to apologise profusely for that unintented boo-boo, our eyes met…
Lorraine backed-off slightly giving her forehead a rub with her right-hand…
“So much for seatbeats… Hahaha… not much good for restraint apparently…” before leaning forward and planting a kiss on my lips….
I was muttering a yeah in agreement with what she said about seatbelts while recovering from the shock of banging my forehead against hers (errr… not so much shock tho… more of feeling apologetic, guilty and clumsy) when her lips met mine…
I had seen her eyes close… I had seen her leaning towards me gently… but the entire timeframe of which she took to do so was less than 3s… I couldn’t possibly have reacted… at least that was what I told myself after that… Deep down, I knew I didn’t react because I wanted her as well… How couldn’t I?
She’s beautiful. All the developments in our friendship and professional relationship in recent weeks and months have caused me to forget just how beautiful she is and turned on I was each time I see her. All that platonic developments have caused me to not pay attention to the way she looked (perhaps even smelt)… I told myself… or was it because I deliberately suppressed all emotions and interests towards her?
I soon found the answer as we continued kissing each other gently on the lips as I was soon aware once again, of how she looked and smelt. Her eyes were closed and so were mine but the minute I opened them to try to get a grip of what’s happening, her beauty was there once more…. Suppression on my part definitely, for her beauty had always been there…
Dark Blue Denim shorts (Denim shorts once more, just the Denim shorts… not the colour… different colour now… Haha) and a white FCUK T-shirt with a really cute caption emblazoned across her chest. Her hair, now slightly longer but short nonetheless, was pulled back and tied into a tiny bunch. Because her hair was now pulled back, the auburn streaks now ran across her hair in a stylishly neat manner, with her fringes, which was too short to be tied up, falling across her face and framing it nicely. She now has one slipper off, nestled nicely to the side of where she’s seated, as she inches forward…
The gentle kissing continued. Her lips were now wet from the kiss, so was mine. They were locked and our heads were now tilted slightly to our left shoulders in a symmetrical manner as we planted kiss after kiss on each other… Silence prevailed in the car…
I shifted my body and lifted my right hand slowly, to place it at the back of her head… running my fingers through her hair while my left hand fidgetted for the red lever on the seatbelt buckle….
“Twack…zip” my seatbelt retracted only to be caught by the left hand of mine that released it from capitivity and restraint. I moved my body slowly to break free… Another twack sound soon followed as Lorraine fidgetted around as well…
All the while, while the seatbelts broke free from their restraint and our bodies fidgtted slowly to break free from our capitivity, our lips remained locked, ever so gently….
Restraint… Capivity… We were now both free… at least, I was sure that was how both we felt at that moment…
The floor on which Lorraine’s car was parked at was moderately high, that was how she preferred it. Her favourite spot, her favourite floor… “To keep the vandals out…” She’d say while laughing in her girlish yet womanly manner. “Some stupid muthafarka scratched it before… damn long…!(scratch damn long, not anything else she was referring to that point in time horny goats… keep it in context!)… Not cheap to get a paintjob done, not worth it for such stupid damages…” was her reply when I recalled asking her on the third time I took a ride in her car on why she preferred to park it so high up for a lady such as herself, having observed that it was thrice in the same lot on the same floor.
She likes her car sheltered, just like how I sensed she had hoped to have that similar shelter in her life; That pillar from which her car hides behind from full view of hunting vandals to be in her life; To hide her from the a scratch such as that her car once bore, from happening in her life. That scratch, a testament of a minimal deed of vandalism causing maximum damages in restition thereafter…
Sheltered lot, moderately high floor, coupled with the time being moderately late in the morning whereby most people’s day would have commenced and most cars driven out, we were well protected from the views of nosy HDB dwellers. The floor was mostly filled with empty lots with the view was well kept out by a tall protective concrete pillar in white-washings, our passionate yet gentle kisses were well private and between only the two of us. That MSCP floor, public yet so private between the two of us, was causing our gentle kisses to scream “MORE!”…
I could sense her breath as our lips were interlocked, meeting each other with rthyme and deliberation that didn’t do too well to hold either of us back. My ran my fingers through her cropped hair repeated, occasionally running into the band and bunch that holds it all together still, the only thing that’s in order despite the disorder that’s filling the car now…
We both knew it was disorderly, which was why the kisses were so gentle and deliberate. We couldn’t help it which was why the time-span in seconds, of which our lips met each time it seperated was lengthening gradually with the time-span in nano-seconds of which they seperated diminishing…
Seconds seemed like hours as my hands caressed her head and hair ever so gently with her and her left hand was now on my right cheek, occasionally rubbing the lobes of my ears, with her head nestling on her headrest supported by my palm. Her touch felt warm and gentle.
CK’s very successful marketing tagline for its line of watches showing a naked couple kissing echos the silence in the car and the gentleness of our kisses…
“Take your time…” I heard the silence whisper in our ears…
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yang punk
TS she must have deliberately parked where she did hoping each time the privacy would prompt you to take action!
Any guy who have tried to seduce a gal in a mscp would have done the same…park in a discreet spot.
If it is safety concern I would do the opposite … park where there is more human traffic so that it is not so easy for vandals to vandalise the car.
You lucky sob…she must have been cultivating you for a long time!
Hi Bro… Hahaha, could be but I doubt so. There are many minor developments which I have not included in the story as I felt that t wasn’t material and their inclusion would slow the progress down alot….
She has always parked in the same lot and would always be frustrated if she couldn’t, which I find cute. One example was after the Cold Storage shopping in one of the earlier posts, we got back to find the lot occupied. She was cursing and swearing…
But come to think of it, I do like the idea of her cultivating me alot. Nonetheless, nothing was deliberate and the progress between me and her was pretty natural to begin with…