I took over the T shirt and changed. Then J took one end of the sofa and I sat on the opposite end.
Perhaps its because I drove to pick J up without hesitating, me getting wet for her, the cool weather as it was still raining, or on a Friday night where things often get more chillax and lighthearted… or above all, was it my perseverance? We had a really great chit chat and what I would call as a catch up with a long-lost friend. We shared serious stuff, light moments and highlights in our lives for the last few years where we hardly contacted each other. We could laugh it off at times on musings in life and be very serious the next on our career path and progression. My conversation somehow led to a couple of funny moments during that few months we were together. J didn’t comment but laughed along. I make it a point to put it across to J that it is not to purposely remind her about our past; but to speak about it as something that is a part of our memories that nobody knows except the 2 of us. J just smiled and nodded lightly. I could really feel she was removing the barriers she has set for us. The conversation lasted long into the night and before we know it, it was past 2am. I was adamant not to overstay my welcome.
Me: I think I better go. You must be really tired
J: No im ok don’t worry
I could feel she don’t mind me staying a little more to chat.
Me: No, you better rest already. Further more you caught a bit of rain and was out in the chilly weather. But we have to do this much more often lah, come on! Don’t you agree? Especially Friday nights you know.. just chill out and unwind after a long week. Be it a movie or dinner, drinks or even like tonight, just over coffee.
J: yes
Me: I will hold you to what you say. But never mind, now I know where you stay. Even if you don’t invite me, I will self-invite myself and come over!
J: hahaha! Lets make it happen more often
As I make my way back to my car, I was grinning from ear to ear. What a change it has been! She was so willing to talk, much more candid and relaxed. And for sure sounded sincere that she wants to meet up more often.
Part 7
The courtship II
Over the course of the next 3-4 months, we didn’t get to meet as often as I had suggested. Sometimes because of work and other times, other commitments. But we did have a couple of dinners, one drink session, watched a midnight show, went for one late night jog even.. all on Fridays. It was very up lifting having gone through large long grey periods of my life alone. I felt there was a certain purpose and renewed meaning in my life, and I had something to look forward to, especially when Fridays are around the corner.
There was one particular Friday that we finally were able to meet up after not seeing each other for over 1 month, the longest we have been apart since that rainy Friday. J actually wanted to call off the meet up as it was already almost midnight by the time we were able to meet. But I pleaded with her because I was bored at home. I volunteered to go over her place to catch a movie. She reluctantly agreed in the end.
I reached her place and we had chatted for awhile before settling into the sofa for the show. Scrolling through the options, we settled on one. It wasn’t particularly interesting and perhaps J also had a long day… she dozed off. Not wanting her to sleep uncomfortably, I tapped her on the shoulder and woke her up.
Me: You go back to the bed and sleep properly. You must be really tired
J: im sorry. Really had a long day
Me: Go and sleep. The show is about to finish, and I want to catch the last part. I will switch everything off and leave on my own later
J agreed and made her way to bed. I finished the show shortly and as I rose to switch everything off, I walked over to J’s bedroom. She was sound asleep, her legs hugging on tightly to her bolster. I was so tempted to snuggle up beside her… to hug her and kiss her… but I knew that would have crossed the line. Its taken me so long and hard to be where we are now.. I do not want a moment of temptation to throw everything out of the window. I took a step back and sat at the sofa.. as I also didn’t want to leave her side at the same time. I decided to sleep on her sofa and to find an excuse that I was too tired to drive home when we wake up the next day.
Needless to say, my sleep was so uncomfortable, I was awake by 7am. I rose before J and decided to surprise her with my newly developed skill: cooking. It is something that I only acquired after living on my own these few years. Her fridge was pretty much empty so I went to a nearby supermarket to get what I require and was back within 30mins. J was still asleep. Made a simple continental breakfast: sunny side up eggs on toasts served with bacons, hash browns, fried mushrooms and tomatoes. As I popped the capsule in for a latte, the buzzling sound of the machine woke J up.
Me: Good morning Peppa Pig!
She was probably more dumbfounded about the breakfast I was preparing to even ask me why I was still in her house.
J: Pig calling who? goodness! I thought you only know how to eat, never knew you could cook. Emmm.. and it smells great! *grinning
Me: Wait till you taste it… you will be begging me to come every Saturday to cook for you
As J playfully tried to pinch the mushrooms to try it, I pushed her away to the bathroom and insisted she brushed her teeth first. She was smiling gleefully. We tugged into our breakfast and I lied to her I was too tired to go home after the show and slept at the sofa. She didn’t probe at all. I don’t know if I sounded convincing enough or simply because she saw through my plot and chose to let it slide.
I then decided to ask: can we spend today together as well?
J nodded with a grin.
Part 8
The Courtship III
I couldn’t agree more that time passes extremely fast when one is happy. We began to meet at least once every weekend for the next few months. Yes, we were busy, but we tried our best to find time for each other. Sometimes over a meal or drink outside, other times a simple meal cooked by me.. we caught movies or binge watch Netflix series together, or go for a jog, gym session or a swim at her condo.. there were even a couple of times we just sat on opposite ends of the sofa, reading our own books and sipping coffees on a lazy afternoon.. we did everything a couple would do except one thing. No physical intimacy or rather not even physical contacts like holding hands or a kiss on the cheek. I was fearful of breaking what we were having with a wrong move.
As much as time were spent together, it was never with others. We were living in our own world, our little cocoon most of the time (her condo)… I knew the answer deep down. Although J’s sis and I were no longer married, the social stigma of being with a former brother in law isn’t something that most people can accept, and J was very mindful about that. So when a good friend of mine was getting married and asked if I am coming alone or with a partner, I couldn’t give a straight answer. It took a couple of days before J agreed to go with me. The actual day arrived, and I told J I will pick her via Grab knowing we will be drinking for sure.
The truth is, all these while we have been back in contact, J was either in professional office attire or casually dressed. That day, J was in a sleeveless, body hugging red dress that accentuated her lovely figure. It wasn’t really revealing but the neckline compliments a clearly visible cleavage. She must have spent quite some time to doll up her hair and make up too. As she came onboard, the smell of her perfume completed the entire outfit. As she sat, the slit of her dress rode up quite high, revealing her pair of lovely toned legs. She still looks so attractive all these years.
Me: You look stunning today. Really beautiful. Afraid there might be more people looking at you than the bride
J chided me jokingly. Throughout the short journey, I kept stealing glances at J even when we were not talking. A couple of times she even caught me doing so cheekily and just rolled her eyes at me and grimaced. When we reached the venue, I walked over to J and gentlemanly gestured for J to place her arms under mine. She gamely obliged.
The wedding banquet was really romantic and lovely. It was a relatively low-key affair, less than 300 guests but the atmosphere was nothing short of stunning. The video montage was an excellent narration of how the couples got together and their love story was so moving that there were a couple of ladies actually tearing. The 3-piece band did so many wonderful renditions of love songs of our time, it really felt like a celebration of love not just for the bride and groom, but for every couple out there that night. The highlight of the night to me was the bride’s speech.. not only had she gotten some ladies tearing again, even the groom was red eyed. J commented that there were such an amazingly loving couple and I agreed wholeheartedly. The night went on with a surprise game for the couples too, where they were quizzed on how they met and their love life. Food wise, it was delectable. My good friend was also generous in serving free flow of red wine from good wine regions in France. We have never had a wedding with not only great fun and laughter but tears and joy all rolled into one.
After the wedding ended, the newly wedded couple rounded up the group of close friends to the bar at the hotel for a more intimate round of celebration, and more drinks of course. After I had another 8-10 rounds of scotch on the rocks, things became very blurry. Obviously having drank too much, I started to slur and was getting groggy. What happened next was a series of blurs. I had flashes of what happened.. stumbled out of the bar… had a fall after missing my footing on some uneven ground… Someone pushed me into a car with J by my side.. vomited out of the car window and next thing I knew I was in J’s sofa.. topless except for my pants on. J was nowhere at sight…
I closed my eyes and totally lost track of time. I only woke up to something very hot on my forehead and brushed it away unto the floor… only to hear a loud booming voice coming from J who was in the kitchen.
J: “would you stop it already?!”
Like a small boy being reproached for throwing tantrums, that ‘scolding’ kind of woke me up from my drunken stupor a little. I picked up the hot towel and placed it back on my forehead. It was really very hot but I had to endure.
I: “The towel is so hot its really burning me leh” I went on to protest a little above a whisper.
J must have started doubting her judgement on the temperature of the towel and walked over and held the towel between her hands.
J: “Oops. I am sorry. Its really a little too hot. But at least it woke you up!” She said tongue in cheek and chuckled.
I: ya I drank too much
J: Too much? How about “way, way too much”? Do you know the Grab driver almost refused to send us and I almost had to beg him? And he had to help me to get you out of the car when we were back? Luckily your puke didn’t stain his seat but only your jacket and shirt. Otherwise I will feel so bad and paiseh
I: Sorry, I spoiled an otherwise perfect night
J: yes I really had a lovely night with much fun until you decided to drink like its your own wedding dinner
I: The night was only lovely mainly because you were with me
J: the fact that you are talking like this means you have woken up from your drunkenness. You rest for a while and I go and take a shower
In a way, J does understand me better than all the women in my life. I was feeling better but couldn’t totally shake off that spin in the head. I was still lying on the sofa with my eyes closed when I felt J tapping my shoulder.
J: you want to continue sleeping on the sofa or are you ok enough to take a shower?
I: I need a shower
Took a long hot bath and although alcohol was still in the body, it felt better. J just finished drying her hair when she took out a pillow and place it on the sofa for me.
I finally picked up the courage and walked up to J and asked: “J, can I sleep on the bed tonight?”
To be continued…
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JJMagic
love this story! sure hoping there will be much more.
thanks for your interest.. coming to a close pretty soon to bring us to present day
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otamay
Thanks sl for the nice updates here, can sleep on the bed means closer to normalisation with J.
Please continue your story.
you are right
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diputs1269
During courtship if cards play correct will definitely advance to the next level.
Good luck to sl and looking forward to juicy part 9.
very eventful part 9 coming soon
Part 9 – Our night
J said ok without looking at me in the eyes.
I picked up the pillow from the sofa and walked gingerly into the bedroom. As I reached the doorway, I watched J routinely massaging some moisturizing cream over her arms and neck. The fragrance didn’t take long to reach my nose, and I was deeply enchanted to that sweet, familiar jasmine smell. I made my way to the other side of the bed and lay down, facing J who was still seated at the edge of the bed with her back against me. She didn’t once turn or say a word to acknowledge my presence. I could feel a certain awkwardness between us and strangely, a certain antsy feeling growing inside me. The initial lusty feeling when I made the request to sleep beside her had turned into one that is getting a tad uncomfortable; and a certain nervousness. I was staring the back of J, longing for her to turn around anytime soon but she never did. She instead turned on the night light and lay down with her back still facing me.
Despite the alcohol and tiredness wearing on me, my eyes stayed fixated to the back of J. It was then that J finally turned over and our eyes met for the first time in such proximity. J whispered a good night and I took the opportunity to lean a little closer to give her a peck on her forehead. J then turned over a second time, leaving me once again facing her back. I must have thought for a minute or so and decided I really didn’t want our night to end this way…
I wrapped my arm round her tiny waist for a few moments and was praying she won’t tug it away. When she stayed still, I strengthened my wrap into an embrace and slide right next to J. By now, our upper bodies were touching each other, and I could hear J’s breathing. The smell of the lotion blended perfectly into her natural sweet scent; giving me an instant arousal. I raised my head to breathe a little heavier next to her ear to signal my intent, all these while keeping her close and tight at the waist. My breathing soon turned into little nibbling and kisses around her ear lobe. J’s breathing had intensified by then and I could still smell traces of the whiskey from the partial breathing through her mouth as I moved even closer to her. I turned J over and locked my lips against hers. We kissed and smooched so passionately and loudly… like a couple being reunited after years apart. I embraced her body even closer to me and didn’t want to loosen the grip. The frenching turned to kisses again as my lips tracked round every part of her neck and her ears. My arms were slowly inching its way up from the side of her waist to her bosoms from the outside of her T-shirt. As I cupped one hand on her breast, my other hand was working round the back of her bra to unclick it from behind and underneath her T-shirt. I worked both sides of her bra straps off her shoulders and through her hands, all the while with her T-shirt still on. As I went back to kiss J on her lips, I took away the bra from underneath the T-shirt and flung it away. I was now squatting on top of J’s crouch, taking off my shirt. As I bent over to kiss J again, I grabbed both her wrists and pinned it firmly above the crown of her head; exposing her arm pits and putting her in a rather vulnerable position. With one hand still on her wrists, my other slowly lifted up her shirt inch by inch until I saw J’s lovely pair of perky breasts again.. for the very first time in years. I was mesmerised by how her body and skin remained so radiant, tight and youthful, showing almost no sign of ageing. “Your body is a wonderland”… I could have verbalized my thoughts out aloud in line with how John Mayor belts out that lovely melodious song on the airwaves all the time. Still on top of J, I leaned over to plant kisses on both breasts, giving the same amount of attention that they rightfully and respectfully deserve. Her nips were hardened very quickly with constant attention from my lips and fingers. I was setting the stage as J’s eyes were almost closed now; allowing me to dictate our next move. I took the liberty to remove my shorts followed by hers.. and as we were stark naked together, the heat that had emitted from our bodies gave comfort and coziness to the chilly night.
I guided J to form a 69 with her on top as she performed a fellatio on me and I gave her an oral below. With one arm wrapped round her thigh and opening up her vagina lips while the other occasionally stimulating her tits, J was reaching a high and moaning intermittently. There were several times she stopped, burying her head beside my inner thigh, as if lightly gasping for air and begging for a truce, as she was way too aroused to return the favour on me. A sadomasochistic part of me didn’t want her to recover, so the torture and the pleasuring with my tongue went into overdrive, painting and licking the clits as well as inside and around her v. J was never that wet before in my memory of yesteryears…
I gathered our foreplay was well and truly sufficient and satisfying for J and whispered to her: “Do you have a condom?”
J probably came down from 7th heaven to earth and snapped: “Why would I have a condom with me?!”
What an anti-climax… and for the night to end prematurely.
I: Can I not use a condom?
I couldn’t believe those words came out of me. To my utter surprise, J actually agreed to my request.
As I inserted my penis into J’s body raw for the very first time ever in missionary position, there was almost an electrical current that ran through my entire spine to the back of my head. Although still tight, J was so wet that the entry was smooth and almost effortless. She had no time to recover from my blow job as I continue to penetrate her.. pumping slowly at first and gathering speed almost instantaneously. The moaning was constant now, as she was finding it harder and harder to stifle the arousal and sexual pleasure I was giving to her. The leathery bedframe’s friction against the wall was causing a squeaking sound; probably half a second after the noisy slapping of our fleshes with every thrust of my hips. Our moaning was evolving into groans.. growing louder and louder too, engulfing all into an entire cacophony that we didn’t care to mask at all in the silence of the night.
I flipped J’s body over to enter her from behind, the position that pleasures both of us the most. The alcohol in me was reduced rather significantly but had that right balance to increase my sexual stamina and delay my ejaculation no matter how hard I pumped. J’s groans were transiting into grunts as I went into beast mode and thrusting at an extremely fast pace. I could feel and hear J’s climaxing and reaching orgasm, as I could reach her G-spot easily with my rock solid erection that night, one that reached the maximum possible length of my manhood and sufficient girth to complete the deed.
J was almost in a semi-conscious state by the time I withdrew from our doggy position. Her entire body went limped and collapsed unto the bed face down the moment both my hands released the grip on her hips. I gently flipped her over and guided her to the edge of the bed while I got off and stood on the floor. Her storage bed was tall and was of the right height for me to do it standing. I pulled J even closer to the edge of the bed and pushed both her bended knees all the way to her chest level. I helped myself into her vagina once again and continued the work. The standing helped to penetrate really deep inside and was surprisingly quite as stimulating as doggy. The final position proved to be as pleasurable for me and it took a while more before that one final thrust.. and I was spent, withdrawing just in time to ejaculate unto J’s belly with my thick cum.
That night, we didn’t have sex. We made love.
Part 10
HTHT
We spent every single ounce of energy left in us that night, got so burned out that we didn’t wake up till it was past 12 in the afternoon.
We must have slept spooned to each other as I woke up to one arm still around J’s waist and the other pinned and numbed from under J’s neck for hours I believe. I tried to slowly retrieve my arm from under her neck, but J turned around immediately. Her puffy and watery eyes told me she must have woken up awhile ago. She leaned over to kiss me.
I: Good morning darling
J: Its good afternoon in case you didn’t know
I: Then brunch it will be! Let me see what I can fix for you
We made our way out of bed and freshened up a little before I stepped into the kitchen. J made coffee and sat at the sofa. I tried striking up a conversation about the wedding, but I could see she wasn’t really keen to talk. As I observed her from the kitchen, she was sipping coffee and occasionally staring out of the window. I knew we must have THE conversation but never expect it to come soooo soon. There was a tinge of Déjà vu. Why does it always happen this way for us?? As I ushered J over to the table to tuck in, she came and sat down without a word. I held her hand and rubbed my thumb on the back of her palm.
I: I love you.
J leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips without saying a word.
I: Are you alright? Have I upset you in anyway? Please tell me.
J: No, I’m ok
I: Do you think I only know you for a few months?
J kept very quiet and just ate her food without looking at me. I didn’t know how to carry on the conversation because I have a hunch what was troubling her.
Our past. And how to bridge that to our future.
We just finished our breakfast without a word. I felt it was quite a dampening state for us to be in right after such a beautiful day (the highlight for me was the night of course ) before.
I: Come let’s get dress up. I want to bring you to this wonderful place that sells home-made ice cream
J: No I don’t want.
I: hmmm.. how about we get some sun at marina barrage or east coast park?
J: Nay
I: Or how about..
J: You never run out of ideas, do you? I don’t feel like going out
Ouch. That sounded like I was trying too hard but all I wanted was to cheer her up. I was slightly offended and kept silent in protest of the unfair treatment on how critical she was towards my effort.
After what felt like a couple of minutes, J broke the silence.
J: Look, I’m just feeling a little messed up inside
I: About us right?
J nodded.
I: We overcame great obstacles and hurdles to be where we are now…
J: SO WHERE ARE WE NOW?!
I was a little taken aback at her raised and agitated voice. At the same time, I felt she was being too hard on ourselves, especially me.
I: can we not talk about this now and enjoy the moment?
J: Dear, I can really, really see your effort to always think about making me happy. You really have 101 ways to cheer me up. I can see it and I know it. You are a person that lives for the moment. Of course, we can choose to live in a world of our own, free from others and what they think about us… for better or worse, in sickness and health, till death do us apart…. That is if we live in an ideal world. If we are able to let go of everyone that disapproves of our past and severe ties with those who do not want us to have a future. We will ignore those that view us with tinted glasses and avoid others that had a glimpse of our history. But is it just about us? Have you really thought carefully all these things? Am I really the one for you?
That caught me a little off guard. Not like I don’t love J but its the complication of our past that she was referring to. I kept quiet.
J: Seriously, the things that you have done for me, the effort and extent you put to please and woo me… honestly, its hard not to fall in love with you… really… (I could see her eyes reddening). But once a while I ask myself.. will you do the same thing for another woman you have feelings for? Cos frankly. I don’t think you have problems finding another woman after my sis and you divorced.
I: Come up, why are you…
J: NO, please, let me finish. I feel so because I do ask myself. Do I happened to walk into your life again by chance? Or are you just lonely and need a companion? At times I tell myself I am thinking too much. I see your sincerity. But… I have doubts too.
I: You doubt my love for you?
It was a very long silence in the room.
J: I am more scared of loving you…
J’s tears were flowing freely the moment she said it out before continuing..
J: We know we were not meant to be and we made the biggest mistake of our lives to start a relationship, one that caused a betrayal of the highest.. almost incestuous. And it started because I love you. *long pause again* Our breakup was the hardest and darkest part of my life. I cried every single day for months.. I cry myself to sleep every night and when I wake up in the morning, I would cry again. At work, I cannot remember how many times I had to run to the toilet and hide inside a cubicle to cry silently every single time I think about you. I really felt like dying. You may say that you know how painful it is but you will never, ever fully understand… every moment felt like a knife carving at my heart, bit by bit. It was so so painful… I have trouble breathing sometimes when I think about it..
I brought J’s head to my shoulder as she was still tearing and sobbing. She stayed on my shoulder for a while before speaking again.
J: You want to know the truth? I have never really like, totally gotten over you after all these years. Although life went on, I don’t think I can really love another man the same again. You met M right? (M was her only boyfriend after we broke off) He was really nice to me and frankly I can’t find much faults in him. I tried to move on, but I just can’t. Because when we ended, a big part of me died. I took years to bury that big part of me away… and tried to live a new life with whatever that’s left of me… So when I first met you again on the way to London, I thought, of all people why do I have to bump into you? And when you started asking me out and all, I really felt lost and confused. I managed to somewhat overcome the past to a large extent and now I am back taking a shot of going through it again.. with the same man. I am hurt so, so much before that I am really afraid of loving you… I’m sorry…
J broke down again. Her words pierced my heart as it also brought back memories of us breaking up and the pain I went through alone for months as well… oh man. Its not something that words can describe. I didn’t want to share my painful part or retort to some of the things she accused me of and just let her finish first. I reckon it’s the fear of the future as well as a certain amount of closure for the past she was seeking all these years.. the pain, the suffering she had to endure alone, just like me. Two persons that would otherwise perfectly understand each other but were not allowed to console or help each other at the lowest point of their lives.
But above all, J still wasn’t sure if I had thought about the repercussions of being together. Have I? The honest answer at that point of time? No, not really. I only know I love her.
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SerflySGR
By the way, what does
HTHT
mean?
Your question gave your age away lol
you should be around my age i guess..
HTHT means heart to heart talk as Icebreg79 as said. i learned from J.
Millennial talks
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khyber_pass
Bro
U know what
The sex stories were great. Thanks for your time in describing these
I enjoy reading them. Dont wish them to end
But after I read the HTHT
I become v aware of the new dynamics and the feelings of her
And your frustration
It is familiar
I think it says quite abit that if I can choose between not have any more of the steamy stories because the relationship ends properly so that she is not so hurt and u not so frustrated vs continuing have these great sex stories, I would rather the former
I wish u well , and take care
appreciate your kind words