I drove up the hill and past speed humps in the modest country club. Apparently her dad has a membership at the club and would prefer to meet here for dinner. Joanne clutched the flowers and chocolate excitedly as I found a parking space near the front porch of the club.
She left the chocolate in the car and took the lilies with her as she took my hand leading me to the café on the second floor. It was not air conditioned, so it was good that we were dining at night.
I stood in front of the table facing her parents and greeted them before I pulled out the chair beside Joanne’s sister and invited her (Joanne) to take a seat. I took the seat beside her and her father passed me the menu. It was always intimidating meeting your girlfriend’s family for the first time.
I looked through the menu and ordered a simple beef hor fun. The prices were surprisingly decent for a country club and her dad encouraged me to order a drink as well. I smiled and ordered a glass of juice and sat upright, waiting for the interrogation to begin.
I had a perfect view of the sunset from where I was sitting but was too preoccupied by the intense questioning to enjoy the sun set over the golf course. The questions ranged from the usual ones about my family background to more intrusive ones such as how many past girlfriends I’ve got.
To the former question, I skimmed over the surface again by just saying that my dad is in the property trade and my mum is in the finance industry. As for the latter, I decided against counting Rachel as a girlfriend since we were never officially together.
I was amazed when the questioning finally stopped. I was still sitting as upright as it begun but all the food was gone and the drinks finished as well. The view ahead of me was now gone as there were no lights on to light up the vast gold course. I looked at my Bertling to see that it was almost 10. The entire ordeal took more than 3 hours.
I found out that her parents don’t drive and offered to send them home. They knew that I have a car anyway, all thanks to Joanne’s nosey sister (whom I found out was called Jolene). I fingered my key in my hands and turned on the car’s headlights as we approached. I held Joanne’s hand while I opened the door for her parents and sister before taking her to the front passenger side and holding the door open for her.
I checked if her parents were comfortable at the back before pressing the start button on my dash. Her parents, already amazed by the blue interior lights were in awe when the gear selector rose from the centre console and the air con vents turned open. Well done, Jaguar.
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I was guessing either a bentley or jaguar
Hehe could’ve been a Land Rover too
I’ve always wanted an Evoque or maybe I drive that in real life hehe. Anyway, the gear knob doesn’t rise in a Bentley, neither is there blue interior lights or air con vents that open
Joanne’s parents feasted on the box of 36 Gold Ballotins while I drove as carefully as I could, afraid that her parents might critique my driving. It never hurts to show her parents that I’m a safe driver anyway.
Her parents sent Jolene up first while the four of us stayed at the void deck for round two of intense interrogations. We sat at a round table as her dad enquired about the trip. I assured him that I had no intentions of doing anything immoral with Joanne and that the entire cost of the trip would be borne by me.
His eyes narrowed to a slit when he looked at me and started another round of interrogations. What a man would do to protect his daughter. I was relieved at the end of it all when he said we could go. Her parents insisted that we follow a list of rules when we were there but allowed us to share a room.
I went back to my car and called a club in town, booking them for one night and quickly messaged Rachel the details. In all that ‘excitement’, I almost forgot my promise to her.
4 May 2012
I told Rachel to meet me at a shopping centre about 10 minutes away from school after her lessons ended. We arranged to meet for dinner before heading to the club for her late birthday celebration. She had changed into a sparkling silver tank dress I recognised from the Marc Jacobs summer collection and a pair of gold Givenchy 2” heels.
I honked at her from the small lane beside the mall and she walked over carrying a cup of Starbucks filled with my favourite Green Tea Frappuccino. She smiled at me while getting into the car and I suddenly fumbled for the hidden cup holder.
Rach: Nice car, better looking than your last one.
Me: Erm… Yeah… Um, not mine. Err you want to put the drink there?
She laughed as the cat caught my tongue, mesmerised by her beauty tonight. Could it really be that I still have not gotten over her, I asked myself. I drove her to Dempsey and led her into the same restaurant which I dined with my parents a few weeks back. I reserved a table for two in a cosy corner of the room where we could have dinner relatively privately.
We caught up with each other after almost a year during dinner and there was much joy and laughter as I made sure not to bring up any of her past with Marcus. Rachel downed a few glasses of house pour while I sipped my Ginger Ale and by the time we left, she was already tipsy.
Happy holidays everyone! Additional update today since I have the time.
She leaned on my shoulder as I walked her back to the car and opened the front passenger door for her. I watched for her upskirt as she got into the black leather interior but her legs were clamped shut. While she was tipsy, she sure wasn’t drunk yet.
I handed the car to the waiting valet when I arrived at one of Singapore’s tallest hotels and walked through the shopping arcade to Pangaea which I have booked for the entire night. We heard laughter and screams above the sounds of loud music as we approached the end of the long walkway into the club and I realised that some of her friends must’ve been inside already.
The bouncer asked for our gold invites which Rachel fished out from her pink Coach bag and off we went into the dark atmosphere. The DJ that night was a friend of mine whom I invited to hype up the atmosphere a little over what Pangaea was used to and he was clearly succeeding. Other than an area which was barricaded for me, barely legal teenagers were dancing away on whatever surface they could find.
They started the drinking before Rachel arrived and seemed apologetic about it. To make up for that, they force fed her a small bottle of Grey Goose which she gamely finished. The effect was almost instantaneous as she started jumping to the beat of the music and got into full party mode.
I nursed a glass of gin as I watched from my sofa, intent on not getting drunk. Perched at the back of the room, I had a great view of everyone partying and I counted about 18 girls and 6 guys. Most of them looked like they stepped right out of a movie, the girls stunningly beautiful and the guys blazing hot. It was insane that Rachel could have so many friends who looked that good.
All of a sudden, the music stopped midway in its tracks and all the lights were turned off. Immediately the partying halted and someone shouted, asking what was going on. Candle light appeared from the entrance as a choir started singing “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…”
The cake was placed on the table in front of me when the singing stopped, perfectly timed as if it had been rehearsed to perfection previously. The lights came back on as the soundtrack from Twilight played softly in the background. Rachel was handed led to the two layer cake and handed a knife which she sank into the cake in a swift action.
Before she could lift it to cut a slice out, I grabbed the top layer and smashed it onto Rachel’s face, the white cream sticking to her face while the chocolate cake underneath dropped all over the floor at her feet. Her friends cheered while she was handed a tissue and she glowered at me.
Rach: Never ever do that to a knife wielding girl again. Understand?
And she broke into laughter, throwing the rest of the cake at me.
I grabbed her and sent her crashing onto the table and forced her face onto my lap where the cake landed. Wolf whistles came from her friends and I realised how wrong the situation looked. I decided to pull her face up to mine and licked off the cream slowly, tasting a bit of her sweat and a strong taste of alcohol.
By then everyone was high and cheered us on. I spied a bottle of Johnny Walker Odyssey on the table and poured it over her face, washing away the cream and completely wetting the front of her V neck tube, causing it to stick to her. The outline of her bra was clearly visible and I licked some of the dripping scotch from her chin.
Amidst all the excitement, I could see a few girls towards the back of the semi-circle picking up a bottle of what looked like Chivas Regal and taking turns pouring it into each other’s mouths. For those that missed or overflowed, it simply poured down her face and all over her clothes.
The group began to dissipate and I pulled Rachel close to me so I could speak to her.
Me: I’ve booked a suite at MBS. I doubt it’ll be big enough for 24 but you can bring a few friends over for the after party.
Rach: Ohh you naughty boy!
She grabbed me and started a fierce tongue fight, forcing her way into my mouth. I felt her massage my balls from outside my pants while we kissed and she fought to push me down to a lying position. I disengaged and said
Me: You’ll get it from me later.
Rach: We’ll see about that.
With that, she strutted off to join her friends, shaking her bum as she walked along in those Givenchy heels.
2 am the following day
Many of her friends left and there was an estimated 10 people remaining in the club (including me). There were 3 other guys who was fraternising with five girls in a corner. Rachel and another cute girl had just departed from that group holding hands and walked over to sit with me.
Rach: You need to drink more. We’re here to get you drunk.
Me: Nope. I’m going to be wide awake when I fuck the living daylight out of you later.
Unknown Girl: Dude! That sounds so bloody cheesy! Where the fuck is the daylight at 2 am in the morning?
Boy, I love Tigers.
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Happy holiday ts, glad i stay up late enough to read up your latest entry
Haha thanks bro. Wah showed your support so quickly after I posted that last post.
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zeroduero
nice, looks like the story taking an interesting twist now
Yup quite interesting I have to admit.
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ANowhereMan
Bro, you have such a sexciting life. Ha ha ha ! getting bored in any time ? :P
I don’t understand your last sentence. Getting bored?
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Brilliant stuff. Reminds me of my teenage years, albeit with less hardcore action haha. Keep up the good work. You’ve won a new regular reader.
Haha thank you bro. I have less hardcore action or you have less hardcore action? Lol since my story is quite PG up till now, you’re one lucky guy
The 10 of us finally decided to leave the place about 15 minutes later. The group of 8 could barely walk straight and I had to support Rachel as she attempted to stumble through the long walkway out of Pangaea.
Once inside the hotel, the staff helped the large group into the lift and made sure that they entered my room safely. Buckets of Champaign were already on the dining table, bar top and the coffee table, along with Caviar and Smoked Salmon to go with the alcohol.
The girl from just now parted from the group and joined Rachel and I in the master bedroom of the suite. I heard the noisy group outside pop a few bottles of Louis Roederer as Rachel slid the room door shut and locked it.
Rach: How rude of Nat, she hasn’t introduced herself. Oops, I just introduced her.
Nat: Hahaha I’m actually Natalie. Hehe and you’re about to find out so much more about me. So, Rachel tells me you’re attached?
I sat was pushed onto the massive king sized bed and wondered what in the world was happening. One immensely beautiful girl and another insanely adorable girl was on the verge of raping me. Or maybe not. Why did Natalie suddenly bring up the fact that I was attached?
My eyes hurriedly scanned the room for cameras or any other recording devices. Was I being watched? Was Joanne in the room somewhere? I looked up, down, left and right but was unable to find anything which could possibly be a trap. There must be a catch, I told myself.
Yet, the night just got better.
The two girls went into the bathroom carrying their bags and a bottle of Dom, leaving me in the room alone. A sudden thought of escaping ran through my mind but the two girls successfully seduced me. My small head began to think for my big head and my erection refused to subside.
I heard Velcro being pulled apart and giggling ensued from inside the bathroom. Could it be that they didn’t even close the door?
My phone buzzed from inside the pocket and I took it out. It was a SMS from Joanne.
J: Goodnight honey, sweet dreams. Don’t sleep too late alright, and enjoy your book. Love you lots <3
I hastily typed out a reply, guilty for cheating on a girl who loves me so much. But wait, I haven’t cheated on her yet. There’s still time to run while the girls were in the toilet.
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Hahaha, nola, as an Asian growing up abroad, Rachel’s character reminded me a lot of the ang moh girls and Joanne reminds me a lot of my high school sweetheart, the only other sg girl there haha. Keep up the good stuff TS.
Haha I might have spent a portion of my childhood in London, who knows?
Can’t divulge too much about my true identity hehe. Anyway, glad that you’re able to relate to the story.
I opened my eyes wide when the two girls walked out of the toilet area holding hands. They could barely walk straight, swaying from side to side. Both of them were wearing their respective school uniforms, complete with their school shoes and all. So that’s what they were doing in the toilet.
The girls kicked off their shoes together, as if this whole thing was synchronised beforehand, and got onto the King sized bed. I lay there motionless, not knowing what to do, as they pulled off the Paul Smith tee shirt I was wearing and started kissing my nipples – one per girl.
Rachel started moaning in ecstasy and I looked around to see Natalie fingering her hard and fast. I knew Natalie was good because soon after, Rachel erupted into a small scream and collapsed onto me. I felt her soft boobs press against my stomach and her heavy breathing on my chest.
Natalie lowered herself onto me while still wearing her school uniform and I realised that she was not wearing any underwear. My tongue pushed against her vagina and tasted alcohol, presumably the Dom she brought into the toilet. They must have washed it down their pussy to wash away the sweat from the hard partying from just now.
The taste of alcohol was soon replaced by another taste. It was delicious, leaving me wanting more. Natalie pushed down onto my face, coating my nose with her juices and pressing my tongue into her folds. I heard moaning coming from her and felt somebody undoing my belt and pulling down my pants.
I held my breath when Natalie shuddered, giving me warning of what’s to come. Streams of water gushed out onto my face as she too collapsed, head hitting the headboard behind in the process.
Rachel engulfed my dick and sucked on it slowly as she pushed it into her mouth completely. The familiar sensation of her blowing me came back and I wiped some of Natalie’s juices off my face and sat up to look at Rachel as she blew me. Natalie rolled to the side and got up again, joining Rachel and they licked my member together just like in those porno films.
Natalie left to take a box of 12 condoms from her bag and took one out. She expertly capped it on for me and lowered herself slowly. I felt the tightness of her love hole as she rode me slowly in my favourite position. Rachel unbuttoned Natalie’s uniform blouse and stripped it off slowly before licking her nipples and massaging her swollen clit.
Rachel stripped off her blouse as well and lay beside me, whispering into my right ear.
Rach: When is it my turn?
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allblack
Nice! Good stuff! Pretty sure there’s going to be a plot twist where Joanne finds out soon haha. Can’t wait!
Hahaha maybe? How soon lol
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Something’s cooking, can’t wait for it!! Great plot bro TS! Cheers, ………………..
Haha thanks bro