Bro OO, ur reply quite cheeky " I eat buns not nuns". and fortunately too, otherwise there wun be nuns around if U start eating nuns.
Can’t wait to see if u got any nuns or ended up with buns!! Looking forward bro O O, cheers ………………
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BCL25
Bro OO, ur reply quite cheeky " I eat buns not nuns". and fortunately too, otherwise there wun be nuns around if U start eating nuns.
Hmm… that’s not me. We have a bro junior_cannibal in this forum.
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eeemen
Can’t wait to see if u got any nuns or ended up with buns!! Looking forward bro O O, cheers ………………
With my gun, I discovered fun with some nuns’ buns and cun*s.
OMG! I better go for confession now!
Continuing….
At the main entrance of the hotel, Angel was already waiting for me as I cruised in on my white stallion. In a pair of short blue jumpers and a white T-shirt, she gave me the impression that we were going to paint someone’s house later. No pony tail for the day, her long hair was held behind by a large hair clip for ease of wearing a helmet. A simple and casual way of dressing revealed the youth and natural beauty of a fairy-liked lady that even the “bell uncles” kept stealing glances at her. Helping her to put on the helmet, she hopped on behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. Did she not feel any awkwardness of the physical contact especially when her two soft patches were pressing on my back? Physically, I wasn’t tensed but my conscience was badly pricked. It didn’t feel right to sleep with one woman a day ago and have another hugging me a day later.
Angel: Are we waiting for anyone else?
Me: No, I was thinking which would be the shortest route to take.
We had lunch at People’s Park. According to her agenda, she wanted to shop around there after lunch but she did not appear to be looking for anything in particular. She was walking beside me in person but her soul seemed elsewhere. Out of the blue, she stopped and said her parents used to bring her there when she was young. Was she thinking of the times when her parents were still around? I didn’t know, I didn’t ask, I just kept quiet beside her like a shadow.
Thank goodness her silence lasted less than an hour before she resumed her talking self and she had a change of agenda. I was tasked to ride her around the island for her to see the changes during her absence. Leaving People’s Park, we rode up to Mount Faber followed by the notorious bends at Pasir Panjang and then headed in the opposite direction towards East Coast where we stopped at a hawker center for ice-kachang. It was late afternoon and Angel decided to give the nearby shopping mall a pass. Taking a slip of paper out of her pocket, she showed me the BBQ venue and said she wanted to be early.
A small island it might be, there were still many places I wasn’t familiar with. The address was alien to me so we first stopped by a petrol kiosk to ask for directions and had to do so several more times. What was approximately a ten minute journey took us almost an hour before we finally found a semi-detached house with the right number and street name. Dropping Angel at her friend’s house was logically mission accomplished for the day. Reality proved otherwise.
To make sure that we were at the right house, I waited for Angel to press the bell and for her friend to get the gate. A flustered young lady came running out and shouting.
Jo: Wait! Wait! Wait! Angel, does your friend know how to start a fire?
Angel: Start a fire?
So what happened was Josephine’s parents had a wedding dinner to attend. Her father would be going straight from the office and her mother would join him after the BBQ preparation. The problem was the BBQ fire had always been the job of the father. A trivial matter really except it was a little early to do so and I got invited into the house where I met Josephine’s mother, Aunt Florence. She was busy in the kitchen and all three of us gave her a hand. Aunt Florence was very friendly and even joked if I went to the same school with Angel and Josephine because I didn’t look like a girl.
Angel didn’t lie. At least the first nun I saw from her school was really sweet. Josephine was about half a head shorter than Angel, slim with shoulder length black hair and her chest looked to me like a medium size. It did make me wonder how the rest of the nuns who would be showing up look like. However, I knew it was still best to leave immediately after starting the fire.
By the time we were done in the kitchen, it was about six in the evening. Aunt Florence rushed to shower and change, Angel and Josephine moved the food to the garden behind and I began my holy task. The doorbell was heard and both of them went to get the gate. Two went, four came back. From where I was standing and waiting for the charcoal to burn, I noticed something very different about the two nuns who just arrived.
Did we not come from the same country or did we just have different skin tones?
Hmmm, international school students, nuns in disguise? Am sure ur gun will not only be put to use but well used!! Awaiting the next update! Cheers bro O O, ……………….
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Ts! You have been warned!!!! Better be fast in writing!!
Hahahaha, bro oo! Sorry to be late for lesson! Camping with the rest supporting your thread once more..
Oh yes, I miss selina and rose too!! LOL
Long time no see! Hope all is well with you and thanks for coming to support. I’ll try to be fast when time permits.
Do you not miss Siti?
Continuing….
They had not met Angel for 5 years and I supposed it was understandable for them to be busy talking non-stop. For a while I was Invisible Man and since I was unnoticed, I did my screening of the two new comers. Sun was setting, visibility was average and the rising smoke from the BBQ grill made the task difficult for my eyes. The taller one was about Angel’s height, slightly bigger in frame and had brownish short hair. The shorter one was slightly taller than Josephine and had long wavy black hair. It took about 15 minutes for my invisible cloak to lose its effect when they walked over to see if the fire was ready. Angel introduced them, Andrea and Vani. One was Eurasian and the other was Indian, both born locally. I wasn’t feeling thirsty or hungry and I had no idea why I was secretly checking out their milk buckets. Of the four ladies who each had a pair, 3 were medium sized. Vani sure was a large.
Today, to understand what determines the upper vital statistics of a woman is as easy as snapping your fingers but it was not the case during my days. Though my second girlfriend once explained to me, I failed to pay the necessary attention. Typical of boys, we start playing with new toys the moment we unwrap them without reading the instructions; I made the same mistake without listening to instructions. As such, the terminology I knew was much similar to T-shirt sizes. Anything smaller than ‘S’ was known as Changi Airport and anything larger than ‘XL’, we believed they came from the West (Ang Mo). To make a match of equivalence to the modern age, a small is ‘A’, a medium is ‘B’, a large is ‘C’ while an extra-large is ‘D’. As I grew older and technology improved, I also came to know that milk bucket sizes could be deceiving as they might have been deliberately manipulated either through additional fabrics and wires or theatre room treatments. Good were the old days of “What You See Is What You Get” (if you ever used WordStar or Lotus 123).
The BBQ fire was ready. However, it might be too fierce and the food might get charred, and I warned the ladies. Handing the helm to them, I walked towards one end of the garden where there was a tap for me to wash my hands and face. After washing up, I figured it was time to leave and out of courtesy, I should at least say goodbye to Aunt Florence. Just as I was about to ask Josephine where to find her mother, Aunt Florence came walking into the garden dressed beautifully for the wedding dinner. With her were two newly arrived nuns and I learned that girls’ reunion always begin with high pitched screeching. Leaving the excited girls to their catching up, I walked back into the house with Aunt Florence till we reached the driveway at the front. Both of us were preparing to leave. Aunt Florence started the engine to warm up her car and I hit on my electric button to release a powerful VROOM from my muffler. Then we got startled by another sound much louder and scarier than our engines; 6 ladies yelling at the top of their voices, not in excitement but panic.
Aunt Florence and I dashed straight back to the garden and I didn’t even have time to remove my helmet. At the BBQ grill, the flame was burning high and the ladies had retreated several feet backwards. Grabbing a couple of kitchen cloths, I ran to the grill and lifted the wire gauze topped fully with half charred meats. Two ladies, I couldn’t remember who, took over the wire gauze as I fanned the fire down. The situation was salvaged within minutes. Transferring all the items on the wire gauze onto paper plates, I laid the empty wire gauze back again.
While everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Aunt Florence looked worried. She was checking time on her watch as she asked the ladies if anyone actually knew how to grill food over the fire and to replenish the charcoals. Not a single confident soul stood out and she decided to stay. Telling Josephine to page for her father and inform him that she would have to miss the wedding dinner, she went back to turn off the car engine. Following closely behind her, I offered to help. Unconvinced that a guy could manage, she stayed till I did the first round of grilling, thanked me repeatedly and left.
Has it ever occurred to you the harder you try to avoid some people or matters; the more you are destined to meet them. From the minute I stepped into the house, I had the feeling that I might not be able to leave as planned. True enough, it was starting the fire followed by grilling food for the ladies. What would be next? Thankfully, those ladies had manners and did not leave me standing alone cooking for them. I took the opportunity to ask how many more guests were we expecting and Josephine was quick to say “just the 6 of us”.
Six referred to the group of secondary school friends. The time was about 7pm and at the sliding door to the garden, yet another girl in JC uniform showed up and was shouting out “Smells good! I’ll join you after changing!”
No problem! Just grill to fill one more stomach…
Apologies for the slow update bros.
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BCL25
Bro OO, now I get the picture, all nuns have 2 buns in front (different sizes, from changi airport to ang mo) but I thk Siti and Rose’s buns are still tops !
Bingo!
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feral888
Bro Oink, you have me reading this more than 3 times. Hidden humour and insights to a woman’s breasts. Very well written.
Thank you. Hope you enjoyed your read here.
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f0otprint
i keep on imagining your selina as selina ren
You must be a S.H.E fan!
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zyspt
one after another.
Bro OO, u got plenty of options that u can lay your hands on.
Unfortunately not. It is not easy to fight off too many hands laying on me.
Continuing….
The best guess of the girl in JC uniform would be Josephine’s younger sister. The six ladies standing around me were chatting along as I flipped the chicken wings, pork cutlets and seafood. Josephine was nice to bring me a drink and some napkins when she saw sweat began to drip down the sides of my face. Through bits and pieces of their conversation, I came to know they were schoolmates since secondary one and Aunt Florence invited them over frequently during secondary school days. No wonder they appeared more like a big family whereas I was just a stranger. The topic turned to me when one of the two nuns who arrived last asked who I was. Angel apologized for not remembering to introduce us and that added two new names to my database, Renee and Karen.
Holding the tongs and distributing the grilled food to them was like a Tepanyaki dinner except they had to stand with paper plates in their hands. Each time an item was cooked, I would ask who wanted it and someone would extend a plate over. That gave me the perfect opportunity to run my estimates of Renee and Karen when I looked a little further up their plates. Renee was certainly a small while I couldn’t quite figure out if Karen was a medium or a large. Angel’s friends were all friendly towards me except for Renee. Did she not like me at first sight or was that just the way she carry herself? Our first impression of each other was probably mutual for I found her to be rather haughty. Honestly, I didn’t feel easy with the group and wished I could leave the soonest possible.
The girl who was in JC uniform came running out of the house towards the fire. She greeted everyone and turned to Josephine to ask who I was. Angel took the question telling her I was an old neighbour and introduced her as Jacqueline, Josephine’s sister. Her following remark caught all our attention, especially me because she said “Such a handsome….”. Blood gushed up my face as I prepare to receive the compliment for no one had ever said that so openly. Yet, the heightened anticipation was killed instantaneously when Jacqueline ended her remark with a “bike”.
Jac: Is that your bike in the front?
Me: Yes, it is.
Jac: Can you take me for a spin later?
Angel: You must try. You’ll love it!
Me: Ahem… the wings are ready. Anyone?
For the moment, I managed to evade the request and the outspoken Jacqueline passed me a paper plate the very next second. Though night had fallen and visibility wasn’t too good, I was still able to size her up as I filled her plate. Jacqueline was shorter than her sister, probably just a little more than 5 feet and geared towards the petite side. Did the pair of milk buckets look bigger than they should because of her build? Protruding out from the front of the cap sleeve V-neck T-shirt, it was difficult not to see the empty space formed at the tip of the neckline. That must be extra-large, I thought. Before anyone catches where my sights were, I quickly got them back to the grill and left them to chat.
Jac: Dad called to say 小姑 (youngest sister of the father) will be coming over soon.
Angel: Is she still flying?
Jac: No, she is running her own business now.
That was good news. When their aunt arrives, it would be the best time for me to leave as an adult would be there to take care of them. The first round of charcoal was simmering down and it was time to top up some. As I did that, the girls moved over to sit around the stone table. Once again, I had to reach for the tap to wash my hands and on my return, my feet refused to bring me to join them. Instead, I found myself sitting on the swing in the garden waiting for the charcoal to turn red. It couldn’t be more boring for me and I started counting. One, two, three……. seven. There were seven girls sitting by the stone table and one guy sitting on the swing. To amuse myself, I thought of them as dwarfs. So I became Snow White who grilled dinner for the seven dwarfs and a witch was on the way. Weird imagination that was but that was me.
Lost in my mind version of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, I didn’t notice Jacqueline walking towards me until she was standing beside me. Putting her hands on her knees, she bent forward and politely asked “Are you going to sit here all night long?”
Between view and speech…
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eeemen
View before speech obviously! Right bro O O?
. Looking forward to find out if you’ll still be sitting or soon, to be sat onz! Ke ke , cheers bro, …………………..
Hahaha… “I” was forced to stand up a few times.
Continuing….
Thankfully, the eyes and mouth are two separate entities that can function concurrently. My half-closed eyes experienced an explosive dilation in the presence of her huge convex made up of 50% flesh and 50% light brown bra cup. A second wave of dilation followed immediately at the organ between my legs. The curve was so smooth that a slightest loss of control would see my hand defying gravity. A rare opportunity that would be gone once she stood up straight and there was nothing I could do to freeze her in that bending position. I remained seated to capture every second of that priceless view. To ensure that she didn’t catch me staring at her oblivious exposure, I had to speak up as well.
Me: Emm… sorry. You want more food?
Jac: Yes, and don’t forget to give me a ride on your bike.
Me: The charcoals should be red.
Jac: I’ll help you.
Me: That will be great.
The brief exchange of words bought me about 10 seconds of visual stimulation, never quite enough yet sufficient to stir up a hell of fantasy. It might be just those few steps to the BBQ grill but I had to try very hard to brainwash myself off what I saw, hoping that I would not misconduct by accidentally speaking the truth in my heart – “Nice ball! Can I see the other one?” Once I picked up the tongs and began grilling, the attention was well diverted back to the fire. Jacqueline helped to brush margarine onto the meat items as I turned them. As we worked our hands over the fire, each unintentional contact flashed her “ball” in my mind. I wouldn’t say it was a good or bad thing but I knew my hand had an extra job to do when I get home to shower later that night.
The doorbell rang. Josephine ran to the front and came back with a stunning lady. From what Jacqueline said earlier on, I was expecting the lady to be her 小姑 but she simply looked too young to be the aunt. Perhaps she was another of their schoolmate, maybe a senior or their neighbour or a cousin or whoever but not the aunt. The lady was likely in her mid-twenties, wearing a pair of jeans and a sleeveless blouse with collar. Her appearance stole the limelight. Even dear fairy Angel faded a little at her femininity. Though more reserved by character, I also felt the keenness in wanting to know her.
After Jacqueline and I grilled a few platefuls of cooked food, we brought them over to the ladies at the stone table. There I was offered a seat which I gladly took and it felt more majestic than King Arthur and his knights of the round table except that our table was much smaller and a little crammed. My eagerness to know the stunning lady was soon fulfilled when Josephine turned to me and said “This is my小姑, Pamela”. What I thought was impossible became a shocking reality. How should I greet her? Would it be rude addressing her by name? To be safe, I decided to go the conventional and respectful way.
Me: Hi, Auntie Pamela.
All the chattering stopped the moment I greeted Pamela. Eight pairs of eyes zoomed in on me, some astonished and some burning with fire. Did I say anything wrong? I was like an accused facing the BOI panel. Pamela broke the silence with a laugh and said “That’s very polite of you”. Angel who sat beside me then quickly explained that Pamela was only 5 years our senior and all of them looked upon her as an elder sister. As to why the age gap was so small between two generations, Pamela told me the story later that night when we were cleaning up. With embarrassment, I apologized and called her by name.
As a man of few words, I couldn’t believe I made such a blunder. To make no further mistakes, I kept my mouth busy with food and drinks while listening attentively to their conversation over the next hour. What happened to my insistence on leaving? Well, I changed my mind primarily in view of two pull factors. The first being the electrifying eyes of Pamela that resembled a Miss Hong Kong runner-up by the name 李美凤 and secondly the potential incentive to see Jacqueline’s other “ball”.
Time was past nine when Josephine brought out a huge packet of marshmallow and some skewers. I didn’t know why ladies simply love marshmallows. They never learn how to grill chicken wings but they needed no lesson on BBQ-ing marshmallows. By the grill in a circle formation, I found myself dropping some lines on their topics. The attentive listening helped as I gradually blend in to the new environment and got more comfortable with the people. No longer did I feel like the “odd ball” out or had the ladies forgotten there was a guy around?
By the warm and simmering fire, a devil was born.
End of the long introduction.
Thank you bros luvuass, eeemen, whatever123, halibal, Tengkor and zyspt for support!
Continuing….
A very common topic among my guy friends then was lines to pick up girls under different circumstances. So much of what I heard, I never had the courage to try. Attending the BBQ with Angel proved better than any pick up lines. Starting a fire and grilling some food earned me seven new female friends and the best to come was Pamela asking if I was interested to work in her trading company.
After the BBQ, I spent most of the days accompanying Angel in shopping for things that she wanted to bring back and looking up some old neigbours. Aunt Debbie and Angel had a night flight to catch and one night before, Angel came to my house for dinner. With approval from Aunt Debbie and my parents, Angel stayed over. Throughout dinner till bedtime, she was talking to my parents. Retiring to my bedroom with the door wide open, we spent most of the night talking about our dreams and flipping through the “junks” I accumulated over the years. Among the junks, we found an old diary. It was one I started since primary school and still had many unwritten pages. Once in a long while, I would jot down my troubles or memorable events and I hadn’t touch it since I was enlisted. Angel asked and had my permission to read it and of course, she read the page on her sudden disappearance from the village.
Angel: I didn’t know you were so worried about me.
Me: That was 5 years ago.
Angel: Now?
Me: Your turn to worry for me.
Angel: Do you think we would be a couple if not for the accident?
Me: Err…… what kind of question is that? How would I know?
Angel: Do you know what love is?
Me: Hmm…. a pack of lies.
Angel: Why?
Me: I had 2 girlfriends and they both said they loved me.
Angel: Then?
Me: The first one said I didn’t love her and the second left my bike for a car.
When a male and a female at the age of 21 start discussing the topic of love, they can hardly come to any consensus. Sitting on the floor in my bedroom and leaning against the bed, our debate went on till three in the morning and I had to surrender for some sleep. Ascertain was our childhood, separation, reunion and those few days of her summer vacation made the bond between us ever stronger. The last I said was she had a special place in my heart, she could come to me for anything and I would do everything I could within my means for her. Why? Was that love or my sub-consciousness in wanting to protect her? I didn’t know either. I wasn’t even sure if she heard me because she fell asleep with her head resting on my shoulder. As gently as I could, I lifted her from the floor and put her onto my bed. Pulling out the layer of mattress under, I slept too.
Mother woke me up about nine in the morning. Angel was up much earlier, had breakfast with my parents before Father went to work. After I washed up, Angel said she had to get back to the hotel to pack and get ready for her flight. Insisting that she wanted to take a cab back, she only allowed me to walk her down, and literally walking down the stairway instead of taking the lift. Angel was unusually quiet and midway through, she stopped.
Angel: Promise me.
Me: What?
Angel: Write to me, take care of yourself and don’t come to the airport tonight.
Me: Why not? I want to!
Angel: Close your eyes. I have something for you.
I didn’t want to but I did. In the blindness, I felt her arms going round my neck, pushing me a few steps back till I hit the wall and her lips met mine. Our contact tripped the circuit in my head, letting loose my hands, mouth and tongue. My hands went round her waist naturally and I fell in love with her tender lips. It wasn’t too long before I pushed my tongue to part her lips and found her warm tongue. Kissing her was a very different feeling, so soothing that I never wanted to let her go. We lost track of time till Angel withdrew.
Angel: I don’t know if I will come back after graduation.
Me: If I get the chance, I will visit you.
Angel: Remember! Don’t’ go to the airport.
There was no point arguing over the matter. We flagged down a cab shortly. I opened the door for her and she gave me that last hug before hopping into the cab. I stood by the roadside in a daze until the cab was no longer in sight before my soul returned to bring my body home.
For the rest of the day, I kept myself in the bedroom thinking about what Angel did and said. Why did Angel kiss me? What was that supposed to mean? An unforgettable and short kiss left my heart “seven up eight down”. So many times I wanted to call her to clarify but I refrained. The uncertainty of what lies in the future was the cause. It was just a kiss. We never started and nobody knew if we would in the days ahead. Perhaps the kiss was for us to treasure within, knowing we belonged to each other for those few minutes.
Soon to be midnight and after much deliberation, I got changed, took my helmet and raced down the end of ECP. Not seeing each other might have been the better way out as separation was always cruel. By the time I spotted Angel, she was at the entrance to immigration with Aunt Debbie, surrounded by her friends who were at the BBQ. Quietly watching her from a distance away till she handed her passport and boarding pass to the security officer, I could only see her friends waving goodbye to her through those huge glass panels. Still wanting to feel her presence, I made my way to the viewing gallery.
Neither in sight nor in touch but I knew Angel was sitting in that Boeing 747. I wondered if Angel sensed my presence too. The dreadful moment arrived when the plane was towed out to the runway. With each second passing by, the plane moved further away and my heartbeat felt weaker like it was about to stop. Unbearable it was to part, even my lungs felt congested and tears were building their way up my eyes. Soon, the blinking lights on the plane began to move, faster and faster till they rose into the air. Minutes later, I was left staring into the dark sky and tears finally rolled down. Angel was gone! She took my heart with her…… and the most terrible thing was leaving my
DICK
behind with the
DEVIL
.
I’m Here! I’m Here! Still alive and kicking.
Thank you bros for all the support!
Boss (not sammyboyfor
) is not happy that he is busier than me so he UPZ me. Now the new portfolio of mess has killed both time and passion for writing. Anyway, here is the wrap up of what I wrote halfway since my last update.
Continuing….
Angel’s return to the States left my heart unsettled for some time and I’d rather the kiss didn’t happen. While I told myself not to pin any hope of a possibility with her, there were always those short flashes of the sweet moment before sleeping. Back to reality was the urgency to decide on what to do once I surrender my green identity and repossess the pink one. Since I needed a job and Pamela had a vacancy, I gave her a call on a Monday morning and she told me to drop by anytime. Having taken down the address of her office and asked for directions, I was soon on my way to the outskirts of CBD. That was the first “real world” interview in my life and I really wished I hadn’t called.
By a row of 3-storey shop houses, I found the company. Pamela was talking to a middle-aged man with a stack of papers in hand and when she turned around, she saw me waiting outside. Seemed to me like she had given her instructions to the man, she came out and asked me to follow her up to the second floor. Surprisingly, the second floor office was heaven as compared to the warehouse-liked shop front on the ground floor. At the far end was her office, a private room with a huge window for her to see every corner in the office. Leading me into her office, she closed the door and offered me a seat where there were two single sofas and a coffee table.
Gorgeous she was, dressed in a pair of khaki pants, a white blouse that was hanging out with a thick black belt around the waist. She had her hair tied into a bun on the back with some loose ends lingering and stepping on those slip-on heels, she stood about my height. It had to be the interview that denied me of appreciating the beauty of the woman before me. She might be Josephine’s aunt, Angel’s friend or even my friend but at that very moment, she was my potential employer and I was sitting uptight without even the courage to look into her electrifying eyes. After handing her my transcripts, the questioning began. A “No” to the first three questions was discouraging. A “No” to another three questions was demoralizing and after ten minutes, I’d better be walking out of the office because other than saying I did school holiday jobs, there wasn’t a question I could say “Yes” to. Though Pamela kept nodding her head, I knew exactly how badly I fared.
Pam: It’s ok. Everyone has to start somewhere. Don’t you want to go back to school?
Me: I can’t get into the course I wanted. I’m thinking of some night classes.
Pam: Do you have a driving license?
Me: Yes! I have but I have not driven since passing.
Finally! The one and only “Yes” was attributed to my driving license. Pamela pondered for a moment and returned the transcripts to me. Was that an indication telling me to make my presence scarce? Just as I was about to thank her for taking the time to meet me, Pamela voiced up again.
Pam: We work 5 and a half day week and you will learn on the job. Is that fine with you?
Me: I will do my best.
Pam: You will also have to drive.
Me: Deliver goods?
Pam: No, drive me.
Was I going to be hired as an office boy cum chauffeur? Pamela cleared my doubts telling me her driving license was suspended because she always adhered to the speed limit except she read kilometers as miles. The one year suspension took effect about a month ago and she was already feeling handicapped.
Me: But I ride a bike. I don’t have a car.
Pam: I have. You ride your bike to my house and drive my car to the office.
Me: Everyday?
Pam: Yes, until I get my license reinstated. Can you start work tomorrow?
Me: I can only start 2 weeks later.
As I explained the situation that I could not legally be employed while in service, Pamela frowned and she still looked pretty as ever even with those eyebrows twitched. Within seconds, the frown turned to a grin as she leaned forward and signaled me to follow suit. She spoke softly and I was nodding my head along with her words. The proposed solution was feasible and we shook hands as she welcomed me on board. Writing down her home address and telling me how to make my way there, I thanked her and left. It wasn’t too bad a day for me considering how the interview went and unexpectedly, I landed myself on a job with a pretty boss to see every day. Feeling good and wanting to share the news with someone, I rode towards the coffee shop to look for my linguistically talented friend.
Phui (Hokkein): So early! What cock business you have at this time?
Me (Hokkein): I going to earn money tomorrow.
Phui (Hokkein): Sell backside is it?
Me (Hokkein): Yes lah yes lah! You know anyone want to buy?
Phui (Hokkein): Pay good or not?
Me (Hokkein): Eh….don’t know leh…. never ask.
Phui (Hokkein): KNN! What cock work you do? Pay how much also don’t know!
Me (Hokkein): Aiya… no good change lor. My boss very chio, you know.
Phui (Hokkein): You work for a pussy! You never die before is it!
Me (Hokkein): Talk so much cock. I am hungry, get me something to eat.
The joy of securing a job was unstoppable and from time to time, I would be smiling like a mad man. While Ah Phui went to get me lunch, my pager beeped. It was an unfamiliar number and I ignored. A hooligan he might appear to be, Ah Phui actually gave me pointers to make working life smoother over lunch. Parting with him, I went home and began to figure out what in my cupboard was appropriate for work. It was then my pager beeped again with that unfamiliar number and I returned the page.
Me: Did anyone page?
An: This is Andrea. Remember me?
Me: Andrea… An…dre…a. Oh hi! Yes, we met at the BBQ.
An: Want to join Karen and me for a swim tonight?
Me: Swimming? In the night?
An: Yes, we used to swim quite often. Usually less crowded on weekday evenings.
Me: Er….
I recalled Andrea was the Eurasian girl with short hair. Such a direct invitation from someone whom I wasn’t close to left me undecided. However, I knew why she asked. At the BBQ, one of the topics the ladies talked about was swimming and I told them I could not swim. The truth was I lied because I didn’t want to be a hero. Why? Heroes die fast. I just didn’t want to end up with another chore teaching people how to swim.
Yet it seemed impolite to reject. Should I go?
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sean69
damn it !!.. i almost cried when i see you back with new posts !!! please update more often!!
Hahaha… you cracked me up! Can I offer you a packet of tissue… should be handy when you change location to “another pussy elsewhere”.
Continuing….
Typical of a lie, I was worried about being exposed so the ideal way out was to turn down the invitation. The following day would be my first day at work and that should make a good excuse.
An: We will teach you how to swim.
Me: Thanks but maybe another time.
An: Are you shy or you can’t accept having a lady teach you?
Me: No, no… I have to prepare for my first day of work tomorrow.
An: Oh… thought you are still clearing your leave. I am going after work too.
All the years I swam, it had mostly been with guys and I suddenly remembered someone ever told me that the best way to determine a woman’s beauty was to bring her for a swim. For one, she could not hide her true looks under any cosmetics and her real figure could be fairly assessed in the swimsuit (May not be applicable today since more cosmetics are waterproof). Not that I took particular interest in Andrea or Karen, I was rather keen in proving the theory.
Me: Ok… make sure you don’t get me drowned before I start work.
An: Can you fetch Karen and we meet at the pool?
Me: No problem. How are you getting there?
An: I will go home first. The pool is walking distance from my house.
Me: Where do I pick her?
We agreed on the time and Andrea gave me Karen’s home number, telling me she would be expecting my call. Karen would then give me directions to the swimming complex. I made the call, got the arrangement firmed up and went back to sorting out the limited shirts I had that could be worn for work. In the evening, I took an early dinner and it was a habit that I put on my swimming trunks first before I go for a swim. Must have been more than two years since I last wore it and a problem evolved over the years ever since my brother started keeping his half-perm hair. Spending about ten minutes in the toilet, I finally made sure that the outermost pubic hair would not become public in the pair of underwear-liked swimming trunks.
Karen was waiting for me at the void deck of her block when I arrived. Helping her put on the helmet, we made our way to the swimming complex. With one hand, she held me by my hip bone and the other went onto my shoulder for better support. Popping her head over the other side of my shoulder, she gave me directions and we had a smooth journey. Though a public swimming pool, it was located in the vicinity of a private estate and possibly a twenty-minute walk to the nearest bus stop. Once I parked the bike, Andrea surfaced from nowhere to give us a scare and we made our way in after paying for the tickets (was like 30 cents per hour).
Unlike the gloomy lit entrance, spotlights were shining brightly all over the pools. To the right was the adult pool and to the left, I saw the medium and baby pools. While I moved towards the left, Andrea came grabbing my arm and dragged me over to the right, not releasing her hand until we settled at an empty bench somewhere near the deepest part of the pool. That was half past seven in the evening and there were barely ten people in the adult pool (population then was about 3 million). By one side was a lifeguard wearing sunglasses and sitting motionlessly on his elevated chair. I couldn’t help wondering if he was actually sleeping. Once we put our bags down, Andrea and Karen started stripping. Off went their T-shirts and shorts and before me were two ladies both in black swimsuits.
An: You will never learn to swim if you can touch the ground with your feet.
Me: I think you are trying to drown me.
Ka: Do you need to go and change into your swimming trunks?
Me: No… I wore it inside.
An: Then what are you waiting for?
Apparently, both of them were watching and waiting for me to get out of my jeans and T-shirt and I immediately regretted not joining them in undressing. Momentarily, I felt shy. Seated on the bench, I unzipped my jeans and pushed it down before removing my T-shirt and placed them on top of my bag. Karen, with goggles in her hand, walked to the edge of the waters and dived in beautifully. A few seconds later, I saw just her head in the middle of the Olympic sized pool. Andrea dragged me to the poolside and gave me two options; either I jump in myself or she’d throw me in. I was near to begging her to allow me to sit by the edge and dip my legs in the water while I prepare my mental state of readiness. She agreed and when I bent down, I realized I was conned.
Woo…ooh….. SPLASH!!!
As bubbles surrounded me, I thought I’d play along and allowed my body to continue sinking. Fast descending, I saw Karen coming to my rescue. Hugging me with one hand, she got hold of me and swam upwards. Soon, my head was out of the water and Karen swam me to the side where I could get support. Frightened? Not in the least but my body felt really warm. The body to body contact with Karen triggered my natural response and I knew the shape of my swimming trunks was deformed. Hopefully, the hardened part did not touch her or she might have felt it.
Andrea, in the position I was supposed to be before she gave me that push, was sitting there and laughing. The two of us in the water immediately protested. Of course the reason for not getting out of the water was to buy time for my erection to subside.
Ka: This is too deep for him!
Me: What kind of instructor are you?
An: Karen, do you remember Angel mentioning how she learned to swim?
Ka: Emm…. someone taught her in the sea…..her neighbour…. SHORTIE!
Trouble! My cover was blown much earlier than expected! I sank myself down and swam underwater across the breadth of the pool…