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We’d never be seen people we know
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We’d never get intimate in the sanctity of her matrimonial home or my place as a form of respect to the people around us
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That it be understood that she didn’t give a shit about her shit hubby but things are different when it comes to the angel cub of hers
- Whatever we both do and felt… there wasn’t gonna be any sex…
Story Continued… Steps higher than Mountains…
Call me Lorraine did the next day, just as she had promised the night before, my phone vibrating with her name popping out on the screen as I went about my day’s task without a soul.
“Good morning Junior… Ya Busy?” Her cheery voice sounded at the end of the line…
“Hey gal… I’m with someone now… Call you later…”
“Oh…. Ok…” I heard her say before a click killed the line off promptly.
I was in the midst of an appointment when she called, throwing me into absolute disequilibrium. I tried to focus to no avail; My lips were moving and my voice was being projected in a monotone manner. My mind wasn’t in sync with anything I was doing then though and I suspected my client could tell as he looked occasionally into my eyes. All I could hear was not my voice, or his, but just the “Love you” I had seen in her message the night before.
Despite my absolute lack of focus, the deal was closed eventually and I found myself heaving a sigh of relief. “I’m so sorry if I’d seem distracted, I’ve had a bad week…” I found myself saying to my client’s amused face. Thankfully, he had never known me to be like this and its the first time he’s seeing this off-balanced me.
How could he when I’ve never seen this side of me either. True, there were moments of which I felt I was off-balanced but none of those moments measured up to this… As I headed back to my office, I wondered about the various possibilities, or rather, the various impossibilities that are likely to pop up after the little rendezvous that was shared between Lorraine and myself.
“What now…?” echoed over and over again my head only to be met promptly by Lorraine’s trailing voice “One step at a time…”
Steps? Sure… Mountains more like it… I ran through the transition in my head over and over again as I grew aware of the shift in dynamics in our relationship…
Pesky neighbour… to friend… to professional services rendered… to attraction… and now to sexual immorality…
What now?
Story Continued… 嫩牛吃老草
The dynamics of every relationship are sensitive, i.e. they shift easily to the smallest of influence from random occurences. Both Lorraine & I certainly didn’t plan for our relationship to develope into something like what we were having then. We didn’t even know what to call it, other than the lame facebook tag “Its complicated”. Needless to say, while we felt this way, neither of us put it up on facebook as we both lacked the guts to declare what society would call absolute immorality. Coinciding with all the media attention on 老牛吃嫩草 (thanks to Jack Neo… and his wazzisname colleague) (old cow eating young grass, a chinese anecdote depicting a old man lusting after young gals), especially when 联合晚报 (the chinese evening papers w/ unbelievably saucy news and crap gossips) published another article shortly after the debacle on 嫩牛吃老草 (young cow eating old grass, another anecdote depicting young man lusting after older ladies), only served to make matters worst for the both of us; Both Lorraine & I knew that in such politically and socially sensitive climates, getting found out would only mean the commencement of WWIII or eternal damnation of our souls as we die on stakes while being stoned to death by our relentless busy-body neighbours or anyone close enough in proximity or relations to sense the very change in our relationship that we were both aware of…
On the surface, nothing changed, i.e. morning jogs as usual as well as the occasion breakfasts, lunch or coffee dates whenever either of us could afford it; That’s only on the surface. If there was anything that we were aware of, its how our relationships hace We were more self-aware, in that we both knew how much we wanted each other did within but never dared reveal how is it we felt in public; We were more aware of our surroundings as well as the people in them, often sighting familiar faces that we never care for in the past; We were always talking and acting in a mock platonic manner that could only be too fake, our hearts and hands meeting only in the very few occasions we were in her car as well as the late-night smokes at the stair-case or lobby.
We got to see lesser and lesser of each other as our usual dates diminished with me trying to stay focused on my work & as she tried harder to reserve her afternoons for the little man in her life and the evenings and weekends for both the little and big one. Absence does make the hearts grow fonder is anything to live by and whatever lack of time we spent with each other, we made the best of it with our passion whenever, we could while we are in her car, while at the staircase, or even the occasional early morning playground while at our morning jogs…
We became used to our underground relationship and gradually, without speaking, we laid down unspoken rules…
You know, general rules of the game, there could well be a fourth rule as well… I don’t know… which probably spells
At least… There really wasn’t for some time… and for quite a while, this 嫩牛sure didn’t have much of 老草 to feed on…
Story Continued… Boiling Point
Yeah, and so as described in the last development posted, Lorraine and I may have performed most acts of passion, which includes painting & BBBJs but somehow, like it as unspoken rule, we have never had the real deal; The 1st intimate moment at we shared at her place was the closest we had to the real deal (This is how we both felt I guess, which was what probably explains why we knew never to get intimate in each other’s place again. After all, her’s was a matrimonial home… respect dudes…).
Well, if you put a lid on something and yet at the same time are heating it from within, you have a pressure cooker or one of those boilers you have in your kitchen. Take time and things would reach a boiling point… soon, with one brand advertising they can do it faster than the previous one. For Lorraine and I, we didn’t have to wait to long to reach our boiling points… Changes in our lives due to the development of our “friendship” wasn’t that hard to observe; On my part, I wanted her more and more by the day. We could never go out like regular couples due to our complicated circumstances but I knew deep down that is very much what I wanted; On Lorraine’s part, I could sense that she probably wanted to the same as well. Furthermore, her relationship between her hubby and herself was deteriorating fast and whatever happened between us, like it or not, is contributary to our negative emotions and not just a simple coincidence.
All these, thought strong emotions and factors, were still insufficient to bring both of us to our common boiling point… What was needed, was a stroke of luck, which soon came…
Story Continued… Hubby’s Days Out
Note the “days” and not day, Lorraine’s LOTR hubby Darren was to go overseas on an assignment for 3 full weeks. The news came when I was at work one afternoon in my office, in the most surprising of fashions.
I was staring intently at my laptop when my msn indicated I had a new “friend” attempting to add me. The e-mail address kindda giving a clue as to it was though I wasn’t quite sure it was Lorraine.
Hey junior…
The window popped out with Lorraine’s beautiful face frozen in a cheeky fashion appeared.
Huh… uh… how did you know my msn addie? Lol…
It wasn’t that hard to guess, but still I had to ask…
Hahaha… Surprised, shocked or glad? Very easy… all I did was to change your corporate e-mail to the different possible messengers… I tried hotmail.com, yahoo.com, blah blah blah… smart?
Ya ya… you are the smartest cow I know
(oh yea… I forgot to tell you guys that cow’s my nickname for her halfway into the r/s… coz I always joked about how the 老牛 her was trying to eat the 嫩草 me… lol)…
I m shocked really, but in a really pleasant way… =)
kekeke… I knew I’d make your day… anyway… I have another piece of good news for you…
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Darren’s going overseas on an assignment in about 3 weeks… on dd/mm… He’ll be gone for 2 weeks… so we’ll have some time to ourselves… happy?
The screen remained frozen as my fingers remained frozen and my face contorted to an expression of ecstacy mixed with pure shock…
*Nudge* ??? [COLOR=“magenta”]eh… so silent… u don’t seem too happy…COLOR]
“Of course… I am…” these words formed in my head, in slow deliberation but what translated on keyboard was…
of course I am!
as I tried to handle the mixture of emotions in me…
I have one more piece of news for you…
Darren couldn’t have gone on an assignment at a better timing than this… Hahaha
I’ll tell you tomorrow… when we go jogging…
Huh? y so secretive? can’t u just tell me now?
I typed, as I eagerly awaited the answer…
Nope… tomorrow… muackz… bye junior… gtg…
I found myself staring at Lorraine’s faded pic as she went offline. Husband overseas sure is a nice situation for me to be in, but she had one more piece of good news for me? What could it be?
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cool.dan
Let me make a wild guess. The timing of her hubby’s trip coincides with her ‘safe’ period so she and you can finally do it?
Wrong guess bro… clue… even better than that. Stay tuned…
Story Continued… The Big Break…
If you guys are frustrated w/ the recent slow developments in the story and can’t stand the anticipation at all, well, my r/s with Lorraine was like this. As I went about my day’s work, I was amazed at her absolute ability to hold me at a constant state of heightened anticipation. Simply put, high and dry, all the time, though this time round, I was higher and dryer than I ever was…
That night, I drifted into sleep hoping that she’d text me for a late night fag… Nope, didn’t happen. The minute my alarm rang at 5.00, I sprang up from my shallow sleep and as I changed for our morning routine jog, I can’t help wonder… Just exactly what did Lorraine had to tell me and why the need for such suspense?
I took the lift down to the ground floor and saw Lorraine seated at the void deck, adjusting her socks, the minute I turned a corner to where we always waited for each other in the morning.
“Moooo…..” I laughed as I tried to disguise my eagerness to break the Da Vinci Code “So what do you have for me?”
“Huh?” Lorraine whirled around, still bent over with both hands on her shoes, her fingers on a lace, with a look of almost-genuine (almost… damned, that’s how good she is at conjuring expressing on that pixie face of hers) befuddlement. Almost… for what gave her away was a radiance in her that I’ve known to exist but had not yet had the chance to see in full glory (full glory of her radiance… not the full glory of my morning ovation… if guys have been getting the wrong images throughout my visual narratives, then you know you are seriously sick shits… lol…)…
I scanned her face wearing my very own perplexed expression mixed that of abashment. Perplexed, because I swear I heard a louder “Huh” in my head in reply to hers… Abashed, because I’ve come to realize how much more beautiful she seemed with this new-found radiance in her… I mean, Lorraine’s always been radiant to me… but today’s was something different, something more… All the radiance in the past somehow seemed suppressed by an unhappiness that couldn’t be understood. Though it did show occasionally through her cheeky nature and wits, it certainly retracted into her as quickly as it manifested. What I got today, was a steady flow that only seems to increase gradually in intensity… Abashed, because the intelligent Lorraine I know must have been smart enough to notice what I’ve realized at that material point in time…
Breaking into a girlish grin with twinkling eyes, Lorraine quipped “Gotcha Junior…” before breaking into the infectious laughter that I’ve come to grow familiar with… “Not now… after the run…”
Lorraine got back into a upright position before lifting her body up without turning around with any indication of waiting.
“You’ll know… If you can catch me that is…” Her gentle jeer trailing off as I saw the bunch of a mini ponytail bob up and down at the back of her head as she broke into a run once more…
Once again, I find myself in a chase, as my legs went into auto-pilot on the resolution that I wasn’t gonna be left behind by her in anyway… including the suspense she was gonna leave me with…
Story Continued… The Big Break continued… and finally revealed…
The narcotizing effect has been making its presence felt in the relationship between Lorraine and I; I wasn’t consciously aware (i.e. only sub-consciously and prolly beginning to take it for granted) of just how exactly how beautiful she was as the mundanities of daily life took control of both she and I; Either that, or her beauty was simply too great, IMHO, to be full fathomed. I wasn’t even aware that such an effect existed until the radiance I had seen in her hit me that morning…
I found myself appreciating Lorraine once more, not just as a whole person, but in many tiny details once again, like how I did when I was met her at the lift lobby on our first “chance” encounter; I was once again aware of how she smelt, like flowers, the names of which I do not know and prolly have never seen. She was wearing the white-top that I’ve seen so often that I already numbed, but once again, I grew aware of the womanly lines that lie beneath. The auburn in her hair seemed obvious once more as I realized just how great she looked, as always, with her hair tied back…
That appreciation didn’t last long as the jog wore on, with both of us silent and panting, not in shagging fashion but a shagged out one, my mind drifting away from appreciation to keep focus on how I may keep pace with the seemingly deliberate intensity she added into our usual jog…
“Phew…” She heaved as she lifted both her hands into the air, her palms clasp as she stretched to her sides at the end of it all… Me? I was in a completedly defeated posture, bent over with my hands on my also bent knees, poised in a “I’m-so-gonna-puke” fashion, screaming “BITCH!” at the back of my head while trying to give her the most macho of expressions…
Lorraine laughed at the contortions of my facial expression… I had been looking gradually constipated that morning as both our chests rose up and down in a bid to catch our breathes (Yes, her chest was rising up and down, nice bosoms and all, but I wasn’t enjoying the view of it… trust me, go for a fucking 5-click run and try buayaing a gal immediately after… you’d prolly faint if your heart-beat increases in absolute horniness!).
“Hmmm… You are gonna get some private time with me…” Lorraine broked, as she turned to face the glistening water of the reservoir we just ran around like headless chickens…
“Aren’t I getting just that?” I said as I upright my posture, barely successful… “Errr… Occasionally, when we both can afford it?”
Lorraine laughed in a musical fashion, like she swallowed a freaking xylophone “You think? Then what’s gonna happen is gonna thrill you to death…”
Lorraine continued as we sat down on opposite sit-up benches at the exercise corner “Darren’s going overseas for three weeks, in about three weeks time…” She beamed… “Well, I was gonna let you in on that later, probably a week before he’s gone…”
She giggled again uncontrollably as she continued…" Didn’t wanna excite you too much. After al, you are a small boy…"
I glared at her mockingly, my glare revealing more of a twinkle than aggression as I landed a play-punch on a button on her shoulder which said “Press for hysterical laugher..”
“Ok.. Ok…” Lorraine protested, obviously tickled… “Well, but it turns out an ex-colleague whom I extremely close with called me the day before yesterday…” She held her voice in obvious deliberation before continuing with a strange “one eye big one eye small” expression “to tell me that she’s getting married…”
“So…” I played it cool, well on the surface for deep down within I was serious confused… Just WTF is she trying to get at? I screamed within…
With a “You-obviously-don’t-get-it-for-you-are-a-dumb-guy” look, Lorraine finally revealed… “Hen’s night… we both get to go… That’s on top of three weeks private time…”
Story Continued… The Men Don’t Get It…
Still seated on the sit-up bench with a blank expression on my face, I was going “Huh?!?” at the back of my head. Well, I’m certainly happy about the 3 weeks private time with her and I’ve never loved MINDEF more for this wonderful opportunity that it has presented to me (You guys would know that MINDEF has a serious problem presenting opportunities to people, haha…) but Hen’s Night? Ex-colleague’s marriage?? Eh… seriously, what does that have got to do with me?
Lorraine obviously picked up the vibes I was giving off for her expression changed instaneously to one of slight annoyance. “Hey… How come you don’t look too happy?” She asked, her voice distasteful. I looked at her my eyes went *blink* once… *pause*… *blink twice*… sensing I’m on thin ice. “Hmmm… I don’t quite get it?” My words came out in slow deliberation, one after another so that I could sense for any signs of danger and brake the sentence just in time… Remember what I said earlier on in this thread… Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned… particularly this woman. “I mean… Ya… I get the private time… Nice… we can go places we’ve always wanted to without interference… But you still have Glen so we can’t really hang out as much as we want to?” *Pause* “Besides… if you wanted to go clubbing, we could always go since Darren’s not in Singapore… But why the excitement over Hen’s Night?” Enlighten me here… I’m genuinely confused…? I screamed out from within me…
Lorraine’s face softened but her glare maintained… “You seriously are a dumb cuckoo aren’t you?” Dumb cuckoo? Now where did that come from… “Er… Where did that come from?” I laughed, my voice repeating the very question in my mind… “Chey…! Can’t be bothered with you… Let’s head back…” Lorraine jested as she got up to walk back home…
Not knowing what to do or say for I’m appearing utterly clueless and dumb, I stretched out my hands and pulled her close to me….
“Ouch…” She protested in shock as she fell on my laps, chuckling… “Hey….” Her voice trailing off as I did the only thing I felt I knew would cover up for the stupidity I just displayed… by planting a kiss on her lips…
“Are you nuts?” Her stern whisper arising in pitch in a crescendo. “Darren’s not out of Singapore yet and we are in public!” She hissed as she landed her palms on my chest to push me away just that slightly…
“Let’s go…” Lorraine said, getting up once more… “You can slowly figure out what’s going on for the next 2 weeks plus before he flies off…” She grinned…
Story Continued… My Best Friend’s Wedding
Not my best friend of course… Its Lorraine’s best friend’s wedding. I got to hear first hand, though I have to admit that it was a lil irritating as she went on and on, how Lorraine and Charlene, Lorraine’s best friend and ex-colleague who was getting married, were the best of gal-frens (yea… gal w/ tt irritating flower-power slang) from their JC days, to their Uni faculty and even joining the same corporate together… It was their dream, there was even that girl-lish BFF pact, you know, to get promoted or leave the company together… Well, all good parties come to an end and all these young girlish ambitions were brought to disappointment when Lorraine had a slight bump where her tummy was and she got married and Charlene left to join a rival organisation shortly after. None of my business really, and slightly irritating, but Lorraine simply wouldn’t stop, tugging my sleeves like a lil gal if she sensed I was switching off into screen saver mode…
On and on she went and she still wouldn’t stop even when we were at the lobby until the unexpected happened, when the lift door opened and Darren stepped out in a swagger, daunting in his light-blue Smart 3 uniform (Yea… I could see all the service award shit, badges and his farking rank, though really I have to admit that he does look impressive and I did feel secretly that he looks quite smart in it… something I’d never admit)… Stop Lorraine did with her mouth slightly ajar and she quickly recovered her composture. “Leaving so early?” Lorraine questioned, the obvious quiver that was supposed to be in her voice either not present, or not detectible at all (I suspect not detectible and that she was as freaked out as I was…). “Ya…” Darren grunted (How can this farker grunt everything he say instead of say it?) as he looked on at me, more like eye-balled me from head-to-toe in a who-the-fark-is-this-clown look. Sensing the challenge, my mongrel instinct took over, my gaze hardening, as my lips parted to pronounce a “Hi” that could only be pronounced by Arnold Schwazenager. I stretched out a hand most unwilling, only to have his hand meet mine in between our distance in a doubly unwilling fashion as he let out what sounded like a scoff (more like a snoff actually)…
“Errr… You remember Stanley right?” Lorraine quipped… and laughed. Artificial, I thought… Darren acknowledged slightly as Lorraine bade goodbye to him and all the “great day at all…” and “be home for dinnera” wifey shit. Darren acknowledged with an impatient, silent nod and strode off towards the multi-story carpark.
“That was close…” Lorraine giggled as the lift door closed before us after we had entered. Yea… I thought in silence… as my balls slowly lowered themselves into the sag they are supposed to be in. Hey, I felt challenged yes, and I felt provoked.. yes…, but still, it doesn’t mean my balls won’t retract upwards or they won’t shrink after what Lorraine and I have done… It ain’t right after all… And shrink they did. I’m just glad we weren’t holding hands or anything….
Unspoken rules do have a place and purpose in this world after all… and they certainly saved our pathethic skins…
hmm… comments on this thread like dying down. Look’s like nobody in this forum would comment unless they get sex stories right…
… WTH…