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This will not be a romp-a-minute, steaming-sex-on-every-post kind of story. If that’s what you are looking for, sorry to disappoint.
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This story is true. Names have been changed to protect the innocent (& the guilty). But some details are inevitable. If you can work out who the person is, please keep it to yourself. No need to PM me to check or confirm. I will not reply.
Hi, I’ve been lurking for awhile and I read about how writing about what had happened had helped some bros reach closure on previous relationships.
I would like to give it a try but it’s my first time, so please bear with me if there are areas to improve & I would welcome all constructive criticisms.
But I want to be upfront about a few things first.
If this type of story is to your liking, please do let me know. It’ll help to motivate the writing. I guess end of the day, all storytellers want, is an audience.
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I - Age of Innocence
Prologue
I guess it all started when I was in Sec 4. I was in an all-boys school so while we were all very much aware of the opposite sex, there is usually not much to see. We were ’lucky’ in that my school had a full sized field (this was 20 years ago; not every school had one) and our ‘sister’ school would use the field for some of their ECA training. During those days, it is amazing how many boys suddenly had projects/ECA/tuition that they needed to stay back in school.
To top that off, my parents are a conservative couple and my mother would watch my movement like a hawk. If I am not home within an hour after school (bus ride from school to home was about 40 minutes), I’ll be in deep trouble. Of course I pulled the ’need to stay back in school for projects’ stunt, but she will always ask for details like who I was with, what the project is, why cannot have friends come to our house to do… Lying wasn’t a good idea as she has called up the school and verified these details with my teacher before… So basically, at that age, I would be what would be described politely as ‘socially awkward’, ie a ’toot’.
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Later in life, I found out that she did that because her cousins basically fell in with the wrong crowd in school and all became gangsters (as in real secret society type) and all spent time in Changi eating orh tao png… But, I still think she’s a bit of a control freak…
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I’m not sure how my teacher pulled it off, but she had arranged for a one week education trip during the June holidays to one of the neighbouring countries. Because of the cost and the timing (O levels was just a few months away…), not too many of my classmates had signed up. Later it turned out that my teacher had spoken with her counterpart in the sister school and it would be combined trip with them. I don’t think I need to elaborate on the reactions of those who were going and those who were not. Of course, we acted cool about it, but it’s obvious we were looking forward to this. While we never spoke about it, I’m sure many conquests were planned and many strategies were formulated. One of my classmates somehow begged & borrowed enough money to get a pair of Ray Ban Aviator for the trip. I don’t think he got any ROI on those glasses though…
(For those who are too young to know, Ray Ban Aviator were the coolest sunglasses at that time. Top Gun was just a few years old and EVERYONE wanted to be Maverick.)
During the trip we were strictly ‘chaperoned’. Besides the two teachers (both female), we had the local tour guide and the tour co-ordinator (both male). We were also warned in no uncertain terms before departure by the discipline master that if any of us were caught doing anything, we will answer to him. This was no idle threat. In those days, public caning was an acceptable form of punishment. Besides, the place we were staying at was oddly suited for keeping the boys and the girls separate. Basically, it’s three clusters of two storey chalets with the clusters separated by a low fence. The middle cluster is a bit different as only the 2nd floor has rooms. The first floor are used for the function room, the dining area & the office. So, while it is not impossible to go from the ‘boy’s’ cluster to the ‘girl’s’ (the gate in the fence wasn’t locked), but you will need to walk pass the brightly lit middle cluster and would be easy to be caught.
When we arrived, everyone was free to pick their room mate and which room to take, except for me & one of my classmates. We were ‘assigned’ to be room mates and our room was in the middle cluster. My teacher explained that because there weren’t enough rooms, we would need to take this one. I think we were selected because we were the most ’toot’ of the entire group and could be ’trusted’. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the other teacher speaking to two girls as well and I guess they had the same arrangement as we did. Just to show how ’toot’ I was, I was actually feeling rather down and I was sure all my friends will be having fun in their rooms at night gambling, or playing some game or another that I didn’t care that my teacher had basically set me up in an adjacent room to two young girls & the rooms had a connected balcony…
(Although, I didn’t know about the balcony at that time, but I doubt it would have made a difference to my state of mind at that time.)
Chapter 1
The first night, after we were done with the activities of the day, we had some time before ‘officially’ lights out. The boy’s cluster was like a mini-IR. Almost everyone had a deck of poker cards, and all games that can be played with poker cards were played. I think we even made up some new ones. As long as we didn’t cross the ‘border’, or get too loud, we were left to our own entertainment. My room mate had gone back earlier because he wanted to sleep early and I stayed in my friend’s room playing some silly card game till much later. I know it was after lights out when I went back to my room & when I opened the gate, the manager had popped his head out of the office thinking I was some commando going to raid the ‘other side’.
When I got into my room, I knew I was in trouble. My room sounded like it was going through an earthquake. Dammit my room mate can really snore. I certainly wasn’t able to go sleep under such circumstances so I do what I usually do at home. I took out my torchlight and started reading & waiting for sleep to come. Within a minute, my room mate woke up & grumbled ’turn off the light!’ My God, he snores and is a light sleeper… I didn’t want trouble, so I did, and the snoring resumed.
In the end, I gave up, took my pillow, book and torchlight and went out to the balcony. I propped my pillow onto the deck chair, got comfortable and back to reading again.
About ten minutes later, I heard some noises from the other end of the balcony. I think this was when I first realised it was connected to the next room. ‘Wah lao, dun tell me next door also cannot sleep because of my puny torchlight!’ I saw a head lean out but I couldn’t make out any features. I heard a muffled giggle and then the head was gone. As the door was ajar, I could hear some muffled voices, but nothing distinct. A few seconds later, the door slid wider and I saw the person step out and slid the door shut and came towards me. In the meantime, I had switched off my torchlight and my night vision was slowly returning and I could tell it was one of the girls.
‘Hi, I’m Alex!’
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The best word to describe Alex is petite. She would be an A+ or B- cup, slim with nice and shapely legs. At that time, she sported a terrible short hair cut and really ugly glasses, which is normal for secondary school students of that time. However, her best feature would be her eyes. They always seem to have that sparkle. That night, the eyes was the main thing I noticed. The rest I would notice later on.
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‘Ummm, hi. I’m John… Sorry, was I disturbing you?’
‘Oh no lah, Z and I were still up talking, and we saw a glow outside. Z thought it was ghosts and was too chicken to come out and check so I came out to have a look lor. Anyway, Z says too much excitement for her and she is going to sleep, but I’m not tired yet so I thought I’ll come out here for awhile instead. If I’m bothering your reading, I’ll just stay on the other side.’
‘Urrr, no. No problem.’
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I know, it’s pathetic. That was the best line I could come up with. I told you I was toot.
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But Alex persisted with the conversation and I slowly got less tense. We didn’t want to move the deck chair since we were worried that it made a sound someone might investigate so we ended up sitting on the floor. I had enough presence of mind to offer her my pillow to sit on, and I was rewarded with a lovely smile. She asked why I was reading out here and I told her about the earthquake happening in my room, which got her in stitches and she had to cover her mouth with her hand for fear of making too much noise. She asked about the book I was reading and it was nice that we had similar reading tastes (fantasy books; the book I was reading was Lord of the Rings). I found out that she and Z were picked for this room because they were both prefects and thus more ’trustworthy’. She had another good laugh when I told her that in my case, it was just because I was too toot to do anything.
‘No lah, don’t say until like that.’
‘Well, it’s probably true…’
‘Well, I don’t think you are toot,’
she said with that sparkle in her eyes, as she patted my hand.
We spent the next few hours talking about anything and everything. But all too soon, it had to end.
‘Wow, I didn’t expect to be up till so late. I better get some rest or I’ll look like a panda in the morning and scare you away.’
‘Why you worry? I’ll have the same panda eyes too… But at least I have an excuse,’ pointing back to my earthquake zone.
‘Hahaha, maybe I’ll say Z snores too, but I think she’ll kill me. Oh yeah, let’s not have anyone know about this ok? I don’t want Ms @@@ to make me change rooms.’
‘Deal. Good night!’
‘Sweet dreams.’
Sweet dreams. That I did have. Suddenly, my room mate’s snoring didn’t bother me so much and I went to sleep with a silly grin on my face.
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Over the next few days, we would act as if we barely know each other during the day but every night, after lights out, without a spoken agreement, we would meet on the balcony. Our conversations would grow more personal as we search for more topics to speak about. On the last night, the topic strayed to our relationships, or lack there of. She has never had a boyfriend, because her mother believed that she is too young to have one & that studies should come first at this age.
‘Well, I’ve never had a girlfriend either.’
‘Really? At least that makes me feel a little better. I’m not alone in being the most pathetic person around.’
‘Wow, thanks. That’s really what I wish to hear.’
‘I’m just kidding lah. Look, how about we make a pact. Let’s just say that for tonight, I’ll be your girlfriend and you’ll be my boyfriend. This way at least even if we never ever find anyone, we cannot say we go to our grave without ever having been attached.’
‘You are not making it sound any better…’
‘Aiyah, you know what I mean. So, you want or not. Don’t regret later…’
‘Of course lah, who am I to reject any offers? But if tonight I am your boyfriend, does that mean I can kiss you?’
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I was toot. Not retarded.
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‘Huh, few nights ago say you toot. Now can get so cheeky. Must be why we can only talk at night. The darkness hides your true character.’
OH MY GOD!!! Did I go too far?
‘Look, I was just joking lah. I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry.’
‘Hahahahaha, you really are very toot…’
With that, she leaned over an planted a kiss on my cheek.
To this day, I’m not sure if what had happened was intentional or not, but we were sitting side by side and when she leaned over to plant the kiss on my cheek, her breast brushed across my arm. She was wearing a T-shirt and I am sure I felt skin under the T-shirt.
She sat back and even in the dark, I could sense that she was blushing, but I didn’t know whether from the kiss or her breast brushing against my arm.
We sat in silence for awhile, neither of us willing to say something to spoil the moment. I didn’t know what to do and I didn’t want to push my luck. But I didn’t want to let her go. I decided to man up and tentatively reached over and held her hand. When she didn’t pull her hand away, it was like a huge load fell off my shoulder. A thousand thoughts were rushing through my mind, thanking the various circumstances that had put me into this situation. I decided that I should try to kiss her back and I started to muster the courage for that. What happened next was just like a scene out of a bad Taiwanese drama series.
Chapter 2
I reached over to kiss her on the cheek and just at that most opportune of moments, Alex turned her head and opened her mouth to say something. I have no idea what she was about to say as my lips planted straight onto hers.
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Yes, it’s just like those corny Taiwanese drama. In fact it became a running joke for me whenever I see it happen on TV. None of the girls I was with later in my life would understand why I would smile at such a corny scene.
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I felt the shock going through her & I thought I blew it again.
‘I’m sorry, I had meant to kiss you on the cheek…’
‘It’s ok… I wasn’t expecting it… But it feels… Nice…’
Taking that as an invitation, and not knowing how to reply to that, I reached over and kissed her again on her lips, lingering longer this time. This was something new to both of us and maybe it’s the nerves or something but I had the reflex action of trying to wet my lips. Unknowingly, my tongue touched her lips, and a slight moan escaped her lovely lips. I could feel her tongue reaching out shyly, licking my lips, touching my tongue.
Thinking that I should be doing something with my hands, I reached out with my left hand to grab her waist to pull her closer, and my right to caress her back. If nothing else, I confirmed that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
This was when panic started to set in. I had no idea what to do next. This was 20 years ago. There was no Internet, no forums, no easily available porn, no ‘manual’ that you could download to tell you how to seduce a girl. Up till now, it has all been on reflex, and that’s failing. The small brain is stirring and is demanding more. The big brain is awake but completely lost.
‘Don’t stop, that feels good…’
Alright. At least I was doing something right. But I realised I cannot keep stroking her back. That’s why the small brain took control and started issuing orders ‘Just go for it lah… YAAAAHHHHHHOOOOOOOO’
At this point, my body was twisted at an odd angle. It was getting a bit uncomfortable but I wasn’t going to stop kissing her. Exerting a bit of pressure, I slowly laid her down while our tongues was still fighting their little duel, making sure that she was lying onto the pillows we had on the floor. I had to let go of her, and used one hand to support me. I caressed her face with my other free hand drawing another soft moan from her. Emboldened, my hand slowly moved south. When it started to climb the peaks of her breast, I felt her start!
‘Ehh, where is that naughty hand going?’
Like a kid caught with his hands in the cookie jar (literally), I quickly pulled my hands back, sat up and raised them in a show of surrender.
‘Nowhere. Just thought it was making you feel good…’
‘Well, that you were doing alright. But I think you are feeling pretty good as well,’
she smiled with those twinkling eyes of hers as she pointed to my groin. True enough, standing at full attention and straining against my shorts, my little brother was making his presence known.
Unfortunately, that pretty much killed the mood.
‘Ummm, look, I think it’s pretty late anyway, and we really should get some sleep. We’re going to have to get up pretty early for the flight home.’
No, I didn’t want this moment to end. I didn’t want this trip to end. Here, I had her undivided attention. What hope did I have back in Singapore?
‘I’m not tired and earthquake is going to keep me awake for some time anyhow.’
‘I know, but I think if we stay out here longer, I might do something I would regret.’
I had a reply to that, but I didn’t think it would be appropriate.
‘Alex, I know you were joking earlier about us being boyfriend and girlfriend for tonight, but really, I like you a lot, I wish it wasn’t just for tonight. I think something has clicked between us, right? I would really like to continue seeing you when we are back.’
‘Yah, right, John. You are only saying that to get fresh with me…’
‘No, I’m serious. I mean, what happened just now was great, but the past few nights spent talking to you were really special too. You are a really special person, and I’m not sure what I’ve done to deserve the past few nights. Maybe I should be grateful for them already but I want more. I really don’t want it to end like this… Even if you make me promise not to touch you again, I’ll take it. I really treasure the time we have together.’
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She’s the first girl to have given me the time of day. I’ll probably have taken vows of celibacy at that point to keep her.
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She looked at me with this odd look. It was dark, but I could have sworn I saw her starting to tear a bit.
‘Did I say something wrong?’
‘No, it’s just that no one has made me feel this special before. But mom is never going to let us be together. I cannot promise you something that I cannot do. It’s not fair to you.’
For the first time since I have known her, that sparkle seemed to have gone out of her eyes.
‘Then can you promise me something that you can do?’
‘What?’
‘Don’t give up on us just yet. I don’t know how to solve this. But, something brought us together this past week. Maybe it’s God, or Fate, but somehow, everything had conspired to bring us together. I don’t think it’s going to be over just because of a couple of mothers.’
I cringed a little inside as I said it. I really was very corny and yet it seems to have worked. I noticed a slight smile returning to her face.
‘OK. I will promise you that. You are right. God brought us together. I’m sure he will find a way to keep us together. Thank you. Thank you for making me feel special.’
She then hugged me and pulled me to lie down on our bed of pillows. She then cuddled next to me, lying her head on my chest.
‘You are already special, angel,’
I said, stroking her hair, savoring the moment, as we drifted off to sleep.
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I was woken by the sound of a throat clearing. I realised it was still dark and was about to wave off the unwanted interruption when the weight on my chest cut through the fog of sleep like a knife.
Oh SHIT! If someone catches me and Alex in this position, we are dead!
Alex must have felt my movement, and had came to the same conclusion as I felt her sit straight up.
‘If you two love birds don’t want to get into serious trouble, you better get back into your own beds. It’ll be dawn soon and I think it would be a bad idea for Ms @@@ to see the two of you like this.’
It was Z, with a bemused grin on her face. I would find out later that she’s an early riser and when she had found Alex’s bed empty, she had quickly came out onto the balcony to check on us. We quickly got our pillows and bounded back into our separate rooms, me with a sheepish look, Alex blushing furiously, and Z trying her best not to giggle. Earthquake was still asleep and as I sat on my bed waiting for the sun to be up, I realised that in the panicked rush, I didn’t manage to say ‘Goodbye’. It was the first time I had ‘spent the night’ with a girl (even if nothing had happened), and it was such an anti-climactic end. It would be nine months later before I could rectify that.
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That’s all I have written for now. Obviously there’s more and I’ll get onto it when I have the time. Really appreciate the notes of encouragement from you guys. Hope this is something that you are enjoying.
Great writing, a good start and introduction. I’m sure after the overnight with the 1st girl will eventually lead you to a more satisfying moments with her, after 9 months later? Hope not and next in line here.
Chapter 3
The next morning, there wasn’t really any activities planned as we all needed to pack and take the coach back to the airport. I noticed that my group of friends was speaking to a group of girls, including Alex and Z so I walked over to join them.
‘Hey John, had another long night?’
Z, asked, with a knowing smile on her lips. I had mentioned Earthquake’s snoring to my friends after the first night, and so no one had suspected the double meanings in her words. Everyone was laughing at Z’s comment and had not noticed Alex elbowing Z, all the while blushing furiously, nor my stunned look.
There was no chance to be alone with Alex, not under the watchful eyes of our chaperones as we made our long way home. Throughout the trip, I tried to steal glances at Alex, just to make sure I capture her image in my mind. Z certainly realised what I was doing and whenever she caught me, she would whisper something to Alex, causing Alex to blush again, and me to look guiltily away.
At the airport, as we awaited our luggage, I felt a hand tap my shoulder. It was Z.
‘Hey John, it was great having you as a neighbour. Hope to see you around.’
She reached out her hand in an odd manner, as if to shake mine, but with her palm facing down instead. I didn’t think much of it and gave her my hand to shake, and realised that she was holding something in her palm with her thumb, which she dropped into mine. It was a folded slip of paper and I instinctively knew that it’s not something I should be looking at now. I quickly stuck my hand with the note into my pocket. Z gave me a wink and walked off. I saw Alex waiting for her with their bags and although no words passed between us, I could read the message in her eyes,
‘Goodbye, and I wish I could see you soon.’
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The moment I cleared Immigration, I was met by my folks. After the obligatory hugs, and hellos, I claimed a desperate need to go to the washroom and had them watch my bags as I ran off to the toilet. I got into one of the cubicles and got out the paper that Z had passed to me. It was a short message written in her lovely script.
My dearest,
I will not forget the promise that I have made to you.
Love,
Alex
It was the first time she used that word, ‘Love’. All I wanted then was to hear it from her lips, but I’ll take the small blessings as they come.
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I still have that note. Sometimes, even guys can get sentimental.
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Well, we didn’t need to wait long before Providence delivered. The first one was Z. Obviously she was already in the know, but in an amazing coincidence, she really was a neighbour, of sorts. We stayed in the same estate, about 5 blocks apart. We use different bus stops, which was also why I have never seen her around before. But now, it was easy to meet her after school, and Z would be able to pass messages between Alex and me.
The second was that an idea of a ‘reunion’ of the group that went on the trip caught on and a BBQ at East Coast Park was planned. I had found it odd to call it a reunion, since it would have been about two weeks since we had gotten back, but I think my friends just wanted a second bite of the cherry (so to speak) without the chaperones this time. For me, it was a chance to meet with Alex again, so they could call it the Grand Reunion Celebration for all I cared.
About three days before the BBQ, Z met me at the void deck of my block.
‘Would you be able to get permission from your folks to get back later from the BBQ?’
‘What’s the plan? & how much later is later?’
‘Oh no, neighbour. I’m not going to spoil the surprise. How much later would depend on how much time you want to spend with her!’
Z gave me that wink again and went off, her laughter trailing behind her. That’s Z for you. As a messenger, she was terrible, leaving out whole bits of information just so she ‘doesn’t spoil the surprise’. It was frustrating, but she means well, so I go along with it. Z and Alex have been best friends for the longest time and while I’m sure she’s happy that Alex is happy, she’s still not going to pass up the opportunity to have some fun at our expense (though, usually mine).
The next three days couldn’t pass by fast enough. My mum was fine with me going for the BBQ, but she was concerned about the ‘it’ll go till late’ part. She did agree to it eventually, which in itself is a miracle. I literally counted down the days, and then the hours. It was a 10 minute bicycle ride from home, but I left an hour early. I was obviously too early and so I sat on the grass waiting, counting down the minutes.
It wasn’t too long before people started turning up with the food and supplies and in helping to set up, it keep me busy. But as each minute passed and there was no sign of Alex, I could feel the anxiety build up in me and a thousand ‘what ifs’ ran through my mind.
What if she’s not well and not able to come?
What if her mum decides that she shouldn’t attend such gatherings?
What if…
I never did complete that last one, because I happened to look up then and saw Z and Alex walking up. My heart skipped a beat. She was lovely. She had on a light yellow polo-t and a pair of blue cargo pants. Some might describe that as ordinary, but to me, she was the most beautiful thing in the world.
I felt my anxiety replaced by this warmth feeling in my chest as they came by to greetings and hello. I tried to act nonchalant, maintaining the masquerade that there is nothing special between us. But, our eyes did meet and they had their own greetings for each other.
As the food was prepared and we reminisced about the events of two weeks ago, Alex and I would steal glances at each other. I’m not sure how everyone was oblivious of what was happening, or maybe they sensed it, but just dismissed it given my reputation & how Alex and I have hardly ever spoken. Till now, I have had no indication of what exactly was going to happen and again, the anxiety started to build up again.
During the dinner, Z had went over to the cooler to get a drink and I thought I had my chance. When I’m certain we couldn’t be overheard, I quickly whispered to her.
‘Hey, so how am I going to meet Alex later?’
‘What later? You’re seeing her now right? Were you expecting something else?’
I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry at that statement and the crestfallen look I gave her must have won me some sympathy.
‘OK lah, don’t joke with you anymore. At 8, we’re going to leave. Wait 15 minutes, then come after us. Remember, 15 minutes. Don’t be kan cheong and come in 10 minutes.’
‘Where would I find you?’
‘Just ride along the path and you’ll see. I’m not going to spoil the surprise!’
This was turning out to be like some spy thriller movie. I wonder would there be phone calls at phones booths later on…
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True to her words, Z and Alex left at about 8. I must have checked my watch a million times and at 8:15, I said my good byes and cycled in the direction that they left in. It wasn’t long before I saw Z sitting by herself on a bench.
‘Where’s Alex?’
‘Don’t worry. Lock up your bike and I’ll take you to her.’
She led me down to the beach and sure enough, sitting on a beach towel, was my angel. I tried to act cool and not run towards her, but my heart pounded as each step brought me closer to her.
‘Hi Alex’
We caught each other in a tight embrace, not wanting to let go, as our lips meet, to make up for the lost time that we were seperated.
‘Eh hmmm, children, please behave.’
We stopped what we were doing and looked back at Z and both of us managed to turn a similar shade of red.
‘Don’t worry, this lightbulb is going away. Alex, remember, my folks will be back at about midnight. You need to be home before that.’ Looking at me, ‘You, take good care of her. For me, I guess it’s mission accomplished.’
It was a simple plan. Z had arranged for Alex to spend the night at her place. Z’s parents are always out of Saturday nights and usually will only return at midnight. As long as I get Alex back to Z’s place before midnight, everyone would assume that Alex had been with Z all this time. Whatever it is, as long as it meant some time with Alex, any plan would have been a great plan. Whatever it is, I now had three hours with Alex and was determined to make the best of it.
Chapter 4
Although it had only been two weeks since the night at the hotel, it felt like an eternity. There was so much that I had wanted to talk about but it seems that there was so much more important things to take care of.
Alex had been waiting at a rather secluded area and with some of the trees in place, we certainly had some privacy. As soon as Z had walked off, we got back to the kissing.
Our tongues searched for each other like long lost lovers, as we hugged each other close, seemingly unwilling to let the other party go. I remember how she had liked her back being caressed so I freed one hand to do that. That drew a soft moan from her lips and her own hand reciprocated, stroking the back of my neck.
Emboldened, I had slowly pushed her to a lying down position. Looking down at her, she looked like a goddess, as the twin sparkling eyes shined back at me.
‘You are so beautiful, my darling.’
‘So why are you still talking and not kissing me?’
Who could resist an invitation like that?
While our lips were locked and our tongues continued their duel, I had reached down and put my hand under her shirt, resting my hand on her tummy. I felt the little start running through her, but when she didn’t make any move to stop me, I moved my hand upwards, over her lovely flat stomach, not stopping until my hand met resistance in the form of her bra.
Having had no experience with a bra, I guessed that it was probably just like any underwear and there would be a bit of elasticity and it shouldn’t be a problem to force my hand under the fabric. Taking the low moans from Alex to be an agreement to go further, I tried to force my fingers past the underwire of the bra.
‘Ow!’
‘I’m so sorry.’
My hands came off, worried that I had done something wrong.
‘That’s not how you deal with a bra, you silly.’
‘Well, it’s not like I have had a lot of experience you know…’
Alex sat up and reached into her back under her shirt. She was pulling at her bra when she suddenly stopped.
‘John, are we moving too fast?’
‘Huh?’
‘You’re wonderful. You make me feel so special but I’m worried we are moving too fast. I mean, realistically, we’ve only known each other for four days. I don’t want to end up sleeping with you and then being dumped. I’m not one of those loose women…’
‘Huh?’
I was seriously perplexed at this point. Probably didn’t help that most of the blood was still in the little brain and the big one is still in a stupor, having came so close but yet, it seems to be moving further…
‘Haven’t you got anything else to say?’
‘Huh?’
‘Hey!’
I figured another ‘Huh?’ wouldn’t be a good idea so I had to force the big brain to concentrate.
‘Alex, do I look like one of those who would sleep with a girl and then leave them?’
‘Well, no, I suppose not.’
‘So, there’s nothing to worry about is there? But I can understand if you want to go slow. We have plenty of time. Well, not today, but, I mean, look, we are going to be together forever. We’ll take our time on this. OK?’
She nodded her head.
‘How about we cuddle and then we talk? Remember I told you about…’
So, we just laid in the sand, and then we talked. We lost track of the time and before too long, it was time to head home.
‘I wonder when we would be able to spend time like this again?’
‘I’m sure we can find a way. I don’t want to go two weeks before seeing you again.’
‘I love you, John’
I didn’t really have a chance to react before she planted her lips onto mine and we starting kissing again. Not to be deterred this time, my hands picked up where they left off and knowing now that the key to paradise is at her back, I reached behind her, and and under her shirt, and worked out the hook and released her bra. I wasn’t sure if she was just so engrossed in the kiss and didn’t notice or that she wanted to go further but I wasn’t going to spoil the moment by asking.
Holding her in my left hand, my right hand moved to the front, and caressed her breast. As I moved my fingers across her already hard nipples, a low moan escaped her lips. I moved my lips, kissing her on the neck as I continued playing with her nipples.
‘Yes… It feels so good…’
I wanted to take her shirt off to see those wonderful breasts that I was feeling but we were in a public place after all and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to go that far. I figured that if the blind could do it, so could I. I moved my hands all over her chest, feeling every bump, every rise, every fall, to imprint the image of her breasts into my mind. I was kissing her neck and could feel her heavy breathing on my ear. I wanted to move further south, towards the last unexplored frontier.
My roaming hands started moving downwards, towards her pants. Alex seems to have taken the cue from that, as her own hands slipped into my pants, looking for my little brother. Given that he was at full mast, it wasn’t hard to find. She touched it gingerly, and the electric shot running through me made it impossible to concentrate much on anything.
‘Don’t stop what you are doing… Please…’
‘No… What are we doing?’
Her fingers had stopped, and she seemed to be just frozen there.
‘Huh?’
We untangled ourselves and sat back. We were both still breathing heavily and even in the dark, I could tell that she was blushing.
‘I’m sorry, John… I can’t… I wanted to, but I can’t…’
‘I… urrr… I understand… Go slow… No hurry…’
In all honesty, I was getting frustrated, but seeing her sit there, looking confused and lost, there was no way I could be upset or angry at her. But questions were running through my mind. Why this hot and cold? Why would she seem so adventurous in one moment and just stop again in another?
‘I’m so sorry… I… I think we better make our way back…’
She reached to her back and redid her bra. We packed up and walked back slowly in silence. I didn’t want Alex to feel bad and reached out to grab her hand. That seemed to reassure her and by the time we got to Z’s block, she seemed more at ease.
‘John, I’m so sorry… I wanted tonight to be special but…’
‘Shhhsh… It’s ok… We’re going slow remember? All the time in the world… Anyway, it was special. Any time that I spend with you is special.’
Whatever lingering frustrations or disappointments were washed away by the smile that she gave me. She gave me a good night kiss before getting into the lift.
The euphoria lasted all of two minutes until I realised I had left my bike at the beach…
Chapter 8
True to Alex’s word, her place was empty when we got there. She pointed out her room to me and asked me to wait in there while she put away her things.
It was my first time in her room and somehow the room was so ‘her’. The room was immaculate, with everything put away neatly. There were a few photos of her and her parents, a couple of her and Z but otherwise, it was plain and simple, in a ’no nonsense’ type of manner.
She came into the room and took my hand and led me to sit on the chair, while she herself sat on her bed.
We sat in silence for awhile, I was at a loss for words to say, and she looked to be deep in thought. After a couple of minutes, she looked at me with a very serious look.
‘You remember a few months back, when we were downstairs and we spoke about taking things slow?’
Oh crap. Here we go… I could feel the hangman coming for me. Even though ‘he’ came in the form of sweet Alex, dead is still dead.
‘Urr, yes…’
‘Were you truly and honestly OK with us not having that physical part of the relationship?’
I could feel the noose being put over my head and being adjusted around my neck, slowly tightening the coarse rope and starting to choke the life out of me.
‘Yes! I was dead serious that day and I still mean it today. Look, what happened in the pool…’
‘Wait! Let me finish. You mean all these months since, when we were together, you didn’t want to go further than just holding hands and kisses?’
Her hand was on the trapdoor lever now, all ready to pull it and end it all.
‘Yes, I mean, no… I mean, of course I wish we could. But you told me how you felt and I respect you for that. I said that day that you mean everything to me and I meant it. I still mean it. Having you with me is more important and while I wish for the physical part, I want you to be with me more than anything. If that’s something you are not comfortable with, so be it. I don’t want to force you into anything. What happened just now…’
‘… is something that I am dying for…’
What???
‘I mean, I meant what I said that day. I’m still scared that if we continue, we may cross that line. But, I miss that feeling when you were touching me. I want that. But I still don’t want to cross the line. Do you think we can still kiss and touch and not cross the line and actually having sex?’
I could hear her words and but little of it was registering in my brain. I was still stuck at the ‘dying for’ comment. What’s happening here?
‘Are you ok? Why do you have that odd look on your face? Did you get a head injury from that knock?’
‘Huh? No, maybe… I’m not sure. I think so… Did you just say that you want to…’
Alex blushes easily and today wasn’t going to be an exception.
‘Yes. So what are you waiting…’
I didn’t hear the rest of her sentence. I leapt out of the chair and caught her in an embrace, my lips and tongues zooming in and going after hers. Months of bottled lust boiled over as our tongues dueled and caressed each other, and our hands roaming over each other bodies. I reached under her shirt and behind her, searching for her bra clasps, only to feel her own hands there before mine, already undoing her bra. We broke our kiss long enough for her to slip her shirt over her head and to shrug her bra off, revealing her perfect breasts.
I couldn’t resist the invitation of her twin mounds. My hands moved to caress them, cupping their undersides, and running my fingers over her harddened nipples. At the same time, I wanted to taste her. I started planting little pecks along her neck, her shoulders and slowly moving down towards her breasts. I was doing something right as a series of low moans escaped her lips.
‘Yes…’
As my lips reached her nipple, I could hear her suck her breadth in. The hand that was caressing the breast was now free to move further down. I sought out that spot behind the crook of her knee and slowly massaged it, triggering another series of moans. Her hand which had had been gently crushing my head into her breasts, released me, as I felt her slowly pushing her pants off. I stopped what I was doing to help her, and soon, she was on her bed, with only a pair of cotton undies protecting her modesty and a pair of smouldering eyes inviting me to return to the job at hand.
As I reached down to kiss her lips again, she put her hands onto my chest and stopped me.
‘No, I want you to feel good too…’
She sat up and turned us around, so that she was on top, and I was lying on her bed. She helped me pull off my shirt and shorts, and my little brother was already straining against my briefs, asking to be released.
She looked lost for a moment, so I reached out and took her hands, leading it to my little brother. I used her hands to rub my crotch, rubbing my cock against my briefs. It felt heavenly. She reached down and returned the treatment I had given her, placing little kisses along my neck and shoulders, cheeks and even my ears, all the while caressing me down there.
‘Please… I want you to touch me…’
She gave a mischievous grin, as she stopped what she was doing to help me pull off my underwear. My cock was rock hard now and at full attention.
She grabbed it gently with her hand, moving slowly up and down, tugging lightly at my cock. The sensation was amazing and I was sure that it wouldn’t be long before I came. She leaned over, now lying down next to me, with one hand still stroking me, and whispered into my ear.
‘Tell me honestly. Do you masturbate?’
‘Yes,’
I croaked.
‘Am I doing this right? Is this how you masturbate?’
Another nod. I could feel the tingling along my spine and I knew my orgasm was coming. I moved my hands to stop her, so I could get some tissues to come in, but she misinterpreted the action, and pushed my hands away.
‘Do you ever think of me when you masturbate?’
Somehow that question triggered it and before I could warn her, I came violently, my seed landing on her arms, and our bodies.
She was obviously not expecting that and we sat there in a bit of a stunned silence. The peak of reaching an orgasm was tempered by the embarrassment of having my cum all over us.
Alex broke the spell when she started to giggle.
‘What’s so funny?’
‘Well, that was certainly unexpected…’
‘Really? You didn’t think I would cum?’
‘No, I didn’t think there would be so much… Haha… But I think we better clean up this mess. Certainly we both need to take a shower now…’
That sounded like an invitation and I certainly didn’t need to be asked twice.
Chapter 9
After a bit of cleaning up with tissues, Alex led me to the common bathroom, where she used the shower head to wash the cum off my body first than hers. She then took a bar of soap and began to rub it all over me until I was covered with soap. Her gentle ministrations was sensed by the little brother and by the time she was done, it was already at full mast.
‘You really can be quite horny. I wonder what kind of boyfriend have I gotten myself…’
‘Hey, when a pretty girl is naked in a shower with you washing you up, no way you are not going to get horny.’
‘But you just came. So fast you are hard already?’
Her soapy hands were moving all over my cock, and it was covered almost completely in lather. I was lost in ecstasy, which was rudely interrupted when she blasted my face with a jet of cold water.
‘Hey!’
Laughing, she proceeded to wash the soap off me, the ‘cold shower’ causing me to soften. Grabbing the bar of soap, I started lathering her up. She was enjoying the attention and when my hands started on her breasts, I could feel her nipples start to harden and hear her breadth start to quicken. I lingered for a while longer and when I moved to her stomach, I could feel the disappointment in the soft groan coming from her.
I deliberately avoided her crotch as I proceeded to lather up her back and her legs, and by then, her eyes were closed and her breadths were coming in quick and fast, punctuated only by a few moans. I proceeded to cup her crotch and moved my hands slowly but forcefully, as if I was trying to massage the soap into her pussy. I felt her fingers reaching on my cock but I brushed them away.
‘Stop it, I’m not done yet.’
I took my time rinsing off the soap suds, making sure the water stream would linger on areas where she was particularly sensitive. I saved the best for last, finishing off by kneeling on the floor, directing the stream of water onto her nether lips. There was no mistaking how turned on she is by now, the smell of her juices flooded my senses and I wasted no time in tasting the fruits of my labor.
I put down the shower head and reached forward, planting kisses around her crotch, taking my time to move towards the honey pot. It was clear she was wet now; her nectar forming on her pussy lips like dew. I felt that I had prolonged it long enough and reach forward with my tongue to lick her nether lips, tasting that sweet nectar that I had sought. She leaned back against the wall, and put both her hands on the back of my head, crushing me into her.
‘Don’t stop… I want this so bad… Errrggghhh…’
I used my fingers to slowly spread her lips, as I licked along the edges. I was diving into new territory and when I brushed my tongue against her a bit of flesh near the top of her vagina, I could feel a spasm quivering through her thighs.
‘OHHHHHHH!!!! DON’T STOP!!! DON’T…. EEERRRGGGHHH…’
I concentrated my licking on that, knowing that I have found her clit and had hit the jackpot. Her juices were starting to flow, covering my mouth and jaw in it. Her moaning seemed to subside a bit and I thought I was doing something wrong. I was going to try exploring other parts of her when her moaning picked up again. It grew even louder this time and I was wondered if her neighbours would hear and come over to check on her. She was certainly not worried as she seemed to be fully engrossed in the pleasure between her legs.
She was alternating between moans and pleadings for me not to stop what I was doing as I continue to lick her clit like it was my favorite lollipop. Her words became more slurred until it all blended together into a long moan which grew in pitch and volume. Before long, another spasm racked through her body. I was looking at her and she had her head back, as if she was looking into the sky and it looked like she was trying to scream, but no sound came out of her. I was going to continue, but she pushed weakly against me and whispered,
‘Stop… Please… I can’t take another one…’
I let go and she collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily as if she had just ran a marathon.
‘Are you ok?’
I was worried about her, not knowing if she was somehow injured or in pain.
She nodded weakly, as if she was too tired to speak. I took one of the towels that she had laid out earlier and wrapped it around my waist like a sarong. I took the other and wrapped her in it as I carried her back to her room. She lifted her arms and hooked them around my neck and was nuzzling her head into my shoulder. I laid her gently onto her bed and she laid back with her eyes closed. I used the towel and dried her. When I reached her crotch, she started as if in pain.
‘Sorry…’
I continued gently, using the towel to dry her first, before drying myself. When I was done, she seemed to have recovered. She was sitting up on the bed, with the knees pulled up against her chest and was watching me with a contented grin on her face and a sparkle in her eyes.
‘Where did you learn to do that?’
‘Do what?’
‘What you did in the shower. Licking a woman like that.’
‘Oh, you know. I’ve had hundreds of girls and plenty of practice…’
That earned me a pillow thrown right at my face, which I managed to catch.
‘Actually, don’t know. Beginner’s luck, I suppose.’
‘It was amazing.’
I was curious.
‘Was that your first orgasm?’
She blushed at that question. It was cute in a way. We were both sitting naked in her room, having just been intimate and yet, she was still shy about things like that.
‘No…’
‘Oh?’
‘Sometimes, when I’m really turned on, I’ll rub myself until I cum. But it’s different somehow. What happened just now was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It was like something exploded in me and it was so much better than when I do it to myself.’
‘Well, that’s good. Guess there is some use to my after all. I’ll hate to think that I’m easily replaced by a couple of fingers.’
That earned another flying pillow.
I tossed the pillows back at her and climbed onto her bed, kissing her gently on her lips. She grabbed my shoulder and rolled so that I was on the bottom and she was on top.
‘I remember someone being hard and doing such a great job that there should be a reward.’
Dear TS,
Your story is so romantically beautiful, innocent and captivating. Your writing style and command of the English Language is par excellence. I believed you have the making to be the next Catherine Lim of Singapore. When you do become a successful and famous writer as her (which I have full confidence that you will), do remember your humble starting point here at SBF and do continue to post your stories in SBF under this assumed nick.
Up you my humble 2 points to show my appreciation and to encourage you to write more. I really enjoy reading this story.
Awaiting eagerly for your next installment.
Seriously, this is one of the few REALLY good stories around man. TS you are the man! Keep up the great work u are doing here.