When Angel Meets The Devil


    Chapter #31

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    great 2 hav u back updatin’, ur stories rock tho not much sexual but stimulatin’, keep up excellent work

    Thank you bro. The “interesting” part is coming soon.

    Continuing….

    Speed in the water was incomparable to the surface. When I touched the wall on the opposite side of the pool, the two other speedboats had already arrived and were waiting to launch their attacks. Once I surfaced, the splashing waters from their 如来神掌came hitting on my face. Using the same technique, I retaliated. However, 双手难敌四掌, I raised the white flag shortly. Andrea and Karen then challenged me to a hundred meter swim whereby the last to come in would buy snacks. Piece of cake for me and I even had time to watch them swim their final dash. Feeling bad about lying to them, I volunteered to treat them to snacks. None of us wanted a bite yet and we decided to change a pool. I got out first and offered them a hand each but they needed no help. As they pushed their hands on the edge of the pool to get themselves out of the water, I unintentionally saw two cleavages. A short glimpse that was but I already knew who had the deeper valley.

    Three 21-year old big babies conquered the baby pool and there was nobody else. It felt good sitting there with the lukewarm water covering up to the waist. We began chatting and I found out that Angel actually had been telling her close friends bits and pieces about me since secondary school days. Andrea was saying that they (the nuns except for Pamela and Jacqueline) seemed to have known me for years. Karen added that it took so many years to finally meet me in person at the BBQ, so long that the short guy from Angel’s mouth had turned a tall chap. The ladies also shared about themselves. Andrea had been working for almost two years since she completed her diploma and Karen was just into the final year of university. Time was almost up and we had to get ready to leave. A very good ice-breaker for us and that set path for better friendship.

    Taking our bags, I thought we all needed to shower but Andrea said they always shower at her place, which was about ten minutes walk away. Bathing at someone’s house on the first visit was not comfortable for me. Insisting that I would be done in five minutes, I dashed to the shower room. Of all the things that might have gone wrong for the day, nothing could be worse than forgetting to bring my underwear and in the rush to put on my jeans, my foreskin got caught between the zip. Painful that was and the discomfort without underwear, I still had to put on a brave front and walked out to meet the ladies. They were waiting by the exit and it was obvious they simply slipped on the same T-shirts and shorts they wore earlier on without removing their swimsuits. A short walk to my bike, I unlocked the hook to retrieve my helmets and was going to bid them farewell.

    Me: I’m going to make a move first.

    An: Hey! Aren’t you going to send Karen back? Come over to my place first.

    Ka: It’s ok if you are in a rush.

    Me: Won’t your parents mind if you bring a guy home in the night?

    An: Why would they? Anyway, they are still in the shop. Won’t be home till 11pm.

    Me: Hmm… as long as I don’t cause any inconvenience.

    An: No one is home. You two can keep me company for a while.

    I did shuttle service and ferried them one by one to Andrea’s place within minutes. In the two-storey house, Andrea pointed to the refrigerator and told me to help myself if I wanted any drink. Thereafter, both ladies disappeared, leaving me alone in the totally unfamiliar living room. Seeing that there were photo frames around, I took my time to go through them. From the photos, it seemed like Andrea was the only child at home and many of those backgrounds looked like they were taken overseas. While I was still scrutinizing the photos with envy, Andrea showed up behind and gave me a shock when she spoke. Shocked, not because she crept behind me but because she was only wrapped with a towel and I had to force myself not to look downwards.

    An: What are you looking at?

    Me: Oh… just looking at the photos. You’ve been to many countries?

    An: Come upstairs with me. I have more albums in my room.

    Andrea had me waiting outside her bedroom while she put on her clothes before letting me in. Sliding the glass door of a bookshelf open, she pulled out a few huge albums and put them on her bed. The size of her bed was uncommon. Neither was it a single or a double, it was like one and a half. The bedroom was not “visitor friendly” either as there was one and only one chair at the study table. Andrea climbed onto her bed, opened an album and found me still standing. Patting on her mattress, she told me to sit down so she could tell me more about the countries she visited. Carefully, I planted one side of my butt by a corner of her bed. A few minutes into her presentation, she changed to prone on her bed and I shifted down to sit on the floor. That minute onwards, I lost interest in the photos because all my attention was transferred to what laid behind the dropped neckline of her T-shirt. A beige colour bra with two half melons on display were only barely a meter from my face. Exercising extra caution, I nodded my head as she spoke to ensure she did not see what I was seeing.

    I didn’t know how many times I had to swallow my saliva until Karen joined us in the bedroom. Afraid that Karen might catch my view, I quickly stood up and complained of slight numbness on my legs, and all three of us ended up sitting on the bed. Almost an hour passed and when Karen’s hair was dry, we decided to leave. That was our first swim and we agreed on the same arrangement the following Monday. By the time I got home after sending Karen, it was almost eleven. I brushed my teeth and went straight to bed.

    Was I over excited about day one at work? I woke up before the alarm went off. After washing up and a quick breakfast, I headed for Pamela’s place. A bigger, newer and nicer house that was compared to Josephine’s place and I drew the conclusion they must have rich parents or grandparents. Looking at my watch, it was only past quarter seven, meaning I was almost half an hour early. I thought of pressing the bell but changed my mind and sat waiting at the concrete beside the gate. It wasn’t long before I heard some sounds and the gate opened slowly. Wow! For a village boy like myself, that was the first time I saw an automated gate. Someone must have opened it from inside the house and that confirmed I was at the right place. Pushing my bike in to the driveway, I saw the wooden door opened. Quickly, I walked up to greet my new boss without even checking out the car.

    Me: Good morning, Pamela.

    Pam: You are very early.

    Her appearance told me she just got out of bed; hair was not combed, eyes were only half opened and still wearing a sleeping gown. Taking a second look, wasn’t it too early and too big a present to welcome me….

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