Maybe it was a bad idea to fall asleep without washing up after sex. When we woke up in the morning, I felt crusty. Our respective juices had dried up and was flaking all over the sheets. We really needed to do the laundry.
I nudged her awake even though she seemed to be sleeping contentedly.
She stretched and yawned.
J: Why do I feel a hangover. We barely drank anything.
Me: I have no idea.
J: Did you enjoy yourself?
Me: Can I be honest?
J: You better be.
Me: She was very tight. And her blowjobs were-
J: A lot better than mine right?
Me: It’s good.
J: I should have watched how she did it.
Me: You can practice anytime you want.
J: I know.
Me: But not now. We need to wash up.
J: Yeah. Don’t want a UTI.
We went to shower, I finished first and started removing the sheets.
We headed to the laundromat opposite and had breakfast at the coffeeshop, Korean toast again.
We headed back after the sheets were done.
J: Will you see her again?
Me: I don’t know.
J: She wants to.
Me: Are you going to see Darren?
J: If you let me.
Me: If I say no?
J: Then I won’t.
I knew it. It was a trap. Or a test. Or whatever this was.
Me: I already slept with Natasha.
J: And so? I wanted you to do it.
Me: But what if I don’t want you to see Darren?
J: Then I’ll listen to you.
Me: Why?
J: I need someone who will listen to me. Does what I say.
Me: That sounds like you want a pet dog.
But I let her continue anyway.
J: And someone who can control me. Especially when I want to do something I probably shouldn’t.
Me: That really doesn’t make any sense. You want me to sleep with others but you want me to stop you from doing the same?
J: Something like that.
Me: Why?
J: Like I said before, I want you to really want to be with me. You have so many options, why choose me? Just because of what happened a year ago?
Me: Right.
J: Nobody could have anticipated what happened. I slept with you willingly even though I was married. You must think I’m a slut. We even had a foursome because I wanted it. You did everything I wanted to.
Me: I don’t think you’re a slut.
J: I feel like one.
Me: You’re not.
J: I was a married woman, yet I slept with you and wanted more. I must have been crazy.
Me: I don’t know what to say.
J: Just wait for me ok?
Me: You’re going somewhere?
J: No.. I mean… I’m still trying to get over everything that happened. I think I may have been compensating in the wrong way.
Me: I don’t get what you mean.
J: Let’s stop seeing each other for awhile.
Me: What?
J: I won’t see, or sleep with anyone, until my divorce is finalized.
Me: Oh.
J: I’m sorry.
Me: So last night was for what?
J: I don’t know. Breakup sex?
Me: It wasn’t really good breakup sex. Especially with someone else.
J: I don’t know la! I’m really losing my mind. I need to get away from all this for awhile.
Me: How do I know this isn’t a ploy to see Darren exclusively?
J: You don’t. You have to trust me.
Me: I don’t even trust myself.
J: Well, I’ve said what I wanted to say. You decide what you want to do.
Me: I really want to be with you.
J: I do too. When the time is right.
Me: You’re not resigning again right?
J: Of course not! We’ll just be normal colleagues and friends for now ok?
Me: Ok.
J: Go date Shirlyn or be FWB with Natasha or Alicia or Felicia. Don’t save yourself just for me.
Me: Right.
J: So we shouldn’t live together anymore ok?
Me: Yeah.
J: Thank you for everything.
I pulled her towards me for a hug. She didn’t push me away but instead started sobbing.
J: I don’t know why I’m like this. But I’ll get through it.
Me: I’ll be here for you.
J: As a friend for now. Ok?
Me: Ok.
We didn’t do anything else the rest of the day except watch TV and eat ice cream and I headed back home after dinner.
Thankfully the entire week was packed with a new client that I had to onboard and train Karen.
I wondered what would happen next.
Maybe it was a bad idea to fall asleep without washing up after sex. When we woke up in the morning, I felt crusty. Our respective juices had dried up and was flaking all over the sheets. We really needed to do the laundry.
I nudged her awake even though she seemed to be sleeping contentedly.
She stretched and yawned.
J: Why do I feel a hangover. We barely drank anything.
Me: I have no idea.
J: Did you enjoy yourself?
Me: Can I be honest?
J: You better be.
Me: She was very tight. And her blowjobs were-
J: A lot better than mine right?
Me: It’s good.
J: I should have watched how she did it.
Me: You can practice anytime you want.
J: I know.
Me: But not now. We need to wash up.
J: Yeah. Don’t want a UTI.
We went to shower, I finished first and started removing the sheets.
We headed to the laundromat opposite and had breakfast at the coffeeshop, Korean toast again.
We headed back after the sheets were done.
J: Will you see her again?
Me: I don’t know.
J: She wants to.
Me: Are you going to see Darren?
J: If you let me.
Me: If I say no?
J: Then I won’t.
I knew it. It was a trap. Or a test. Or whatever this was.
Me: I already slept with Natasha.
J: And so? I wanted you to do it.
Me: But what if I don’t want you to see Darren?
J: Then I’ll listen to you.
Me: Why?
J: I need someone who will listen to me. Does what I say.
Me: That sounds like you want a pet dog.
But I let her continue anyway.
J: And someone who can control me. Especially when I want to do something I probably shouldn’t.
Me: That really doesn’t make any sense. You want me to sleep with others but you want me to stop you from doing the same?
J: Something like that.
Me: Why?
J: Like I said before, I want you to really want to be with me. You have so many options, why choose me? Just because of what happened a year ago?
Me: Right.
J: Nobody could have anticipated what happened. I slept with you willingly even though I was married. You must think I’m a slut. We even had a foursome because I wanted it. You did everything I wanted to.
Me: I don’t think you’re a slut.
J: I feel like one.
Me: You’re not.
J: I was a married woman, yet I slept with you and wanted more. I must have been crazy.
Me: I don’t know what to say.
J: Just wait for me ok?
Me: You’re going somewhere?
J: No.. I mean… I’m still trying to get over everything that happened. I think I may have been compensating in the wrong way.
Me: I don’t get what you mean.
J: Let’s stop seeing each other for awhile.
Me: What?
J: I won’t see, or sleep with anyone, until my divorce is finalized.
Me: Oh.
J: I’m sorry.
Me: So last night was for what?
J: I don’t know. Breakup sex?
Me: It wasn’t really good breakup sex. Especially with someone else.
J: I don’t know la! I’m really losing my mind. I need to get away from all this for awhile.
Me: How do I know this isn’t a ploy to see Darren exclusively?
J: You don’t. You have to trust me.
Me: I don’t even trust myself.
J: Well, I’ve said what I wanted to say. You decide what you want to do.
Me: I really want to be with you.
J: I do too. When the time is right.
Me: You’re not resigning again right?
J: Of course not! We’ll just be normal colleagues and friends for now ok?
Me: Ok.
J: Go date Shirlyn or be FWB with Natasha or Alicia or Felicia. Don’t save yourself just for me.
Me: Right.
J: So we shouldn’t live together anymore ok?
Me: Yeah.
J: Thank you for everything.
I pulled her towards me for a hug. She didn’t push me away but instead started sobbing.
J: I don’t know why I’m like this. But I’ll get through it.
Me: I’ll be here for you.
J: As a friend for now. Ok?
Me: Ok.
We didn’t do anything else the rest of the day except watch TV and eat ice cream and I headed back home after dinner.
Thankfully the entire week was packed with a new client that I had to onboard and train Karen.
I wondered what would happen next.
The work week was pretty tiring. Somehow the new client to be onboarded decided at the last minute to add on a couple more items that we needed to finalize by Wednesday. That would mean liaising with our existing vendors to draft agreements, get approval and finally execute the initial terms, all while settling the onboarding.
Shirlyn worked on the contract while Karen and I ran the operations on the ground.
Surprisingly, I didn’t get any snarky remarks from Karen about the way I did things or what I was teaching her. We spent the first 3 days onsite at the clients location which was a good thing as I didn’t see Jasmine at all. Maybe I was still a little upset or irritated with her sudden decision, despite already pushing me to Natasha.
Natasha didn’t contact me either after that night. While we didn’t exchange numbers, I was sure she could have gotten my number from Jasmine or Darren. The situation just seemed so suspicious.
Thursday I was back to the office to finish up the paperwork. Shirlyn was WFH so she told me to leave it till she was back in the office on Friday.
I was about to head out for lunch when Jasmine appeared at my desk.
J: How’s the new client?
Me: Ok, I guess.
J: Wanna have lunch together?
Me: Sure. What do you want to eat?
J: Feel like ramen, you?
Me: I’m easy.
We headed to one of the buildings nearby where there was a ramen place on the 3rd floor but somehow it was closed, so we ended up going to another place nearby.
After lunch we walked around the outside to look for a smoking point.
J: So how’s everything?
Me: What do you mean?
J: How are you holding up?
Me: I’m ok.
J: I kind of miss waking up next to you.
Me: Oh?
J: Yeah. Like something is missing in the morning.
Me: Well, I can always move in again.
J: You know we shouldn’t.
Me: I know.
J: How’s Natasha?
Me: I don’t know.
J: She didn’t contact you?
Me: Nope. Guess her other guys are keeping her busy. Or her kids. Or maybe I wasn’t what she wanted.
J: Perhaps. I didn’t let you show her what you can do.
Me: I didn’t want to.
J: I want you all to myself.
Me: Yet you let me go.
J: It’s temporary. I hope.
Me: Well… I’m waiting. I hope.
We both laughed. It was good that we could still be friendly with each other despite what had happened.
We headed back to the office and I found Rebecca sitting at my desk.
R: You sure took a long lunch.
I pretended to look at my handphone to check the time.
Me: I’m only 10 minutes later.
R: I’m kidding. Anyway let’s do the session today since I’m here. See me in Shirlyn’s office at 4pm.
Me: Alright.
I had nearly 2 hours, so I cleared my emails, and started on some of the paperwork for tomorrow before heading to meet Rebecca.
R: Close the door.
I did.
I didn’t realize it before, but somehow Shirlyn’s office had a new sofa in the corner, with a tiny coffee table. Rebecca stood up, made 2 coffees from the new Nespresso machine, before moving to the sofa. She placed them on the coffee table.
R: Come and sit next to me.
Me: It’s a little weird this way.
We usually just sat across each other at the desk.
R: Would you rather have a recliner just like those psychiatrists?
Me: That’s not what I meant.
R: I foresee lots of office sex happening if there was such a recliner.
Me: If office sex is going to happen, a recliner wouldn’t make any difference.
R: Whatever.
She crossed her legs, letting her skirt ride up her thighs. I looked at her. Was she still trying to seduce me?
R: So, how’s everything?
Me: Normal?
R: Good. How’s the training for Karen?
Me: Normal as well?
R: Fantastic.
I don’t know why but she was sounding sarcastic to me.
R: Well, I have good news and bad news.
Me: Uh huh.
R: Helen has tendered. And will be leaving without notice.
Me: Huh? Isn’t her notice period 3 months or something?
I estimated based on my own salary, Helen probably had to pay at least five figures to leave.
R: She can afford it. Do you know what this means?
Me: I’m taking over with no proper handover?
R: Precisely.
Me: I’m guessing that’s the bad news. What’s the good news?
R: You’re now the Ops Manager. On probation of course.
Me: I see.
R: There’s no increment until you’re confirmed.
Me: That’s fine.
She passed me a folder.
R: Here’s your updated contract. Please look through it and sign.
I did a quick glance. Everything was pretty much the same except the job title so I signed anyway.
Rebecca passed me another folder.
R: These are 4 candidates we’ve shortlisted for your role. But mainly concentrating on operations. Do look through them. We’ll start interviewing next week.
Me: Virtually or in person?
R: That’s my next point. As manager, you decide your own schedule. Helen was seldom in the office as she was outstationed most of the time. You probably should do the same.
Me: Ok.
R: We expect to make an offer to someone by end of next week.
Me: Alright.
R: And now for more good news.
Me: There’s more?
R: This will be our last session. We’ve decided that you no longer need to see us weekly. I think your performance has maintained and even exceeded throughout the past few months. You can request to continue if you want.
She smiled at me slyly.
Me: I suspect I won’t be in the office much.
She suddenly placed her hand on my forearm and I nearly jumped off the sofa.
R: You sure you’ll be ok?
Me: Of course. I will be busy.
R: Good then. Regarding the candidates, choose wisely. The person will be working directly under you. So choose the right one.
I don’t know why but there was so much sexual innuendo when Rebecca spoke. Or perhaps it was just me. She passed me a thumbdrive containings Helen’s handover files as well.
I thanked her for the session and took the file back to my desk.
There were 3 girls and 1 guy. I probably couldn’t tell much from the CV pictures but they all seemed pretty decent looking. Qualifications wise, they were all graduates, with little to no working experience at all. While I wanted to improve the male-female ratio at the office, I guess I needed to ensure the right person-job fit first.
Jasmine came by as we were about to leave and invited me for dinner with her, Alicia and Felicia. I didn’t have anything to do so I went along. We ended up having crabs at the usual zhichar place before I headed home.
Friday was another normal day, except I was now a manager on probation.
Shirlyn and I quickly completed the paperwork for the last client and we had a congratulatory lunch together, which Helen joined as well, so that I could ask her any questions before she flew off. I didn’t really need to though, as her handover files were extremely detailed. She wished me all the best.
I went to the smoking point after lunch and Shirlyn joined me.
S: So how are you and Jasmine?
Me: We’re taking a break.
S: Huh? Why?
Me: Things happened.
S: Oh no! Are you ok?
Me: Yeah I’m fine.
Jasmine suddenly appeared as well, I wonder if she overheard anything.
J: Hey…
S: It’s been a month, how are you adapting back to work?
J: It’s like I never left.
S: Everything ok at home?
I wonder what game she was playing.
J: Yeah. Waiting for my divorce to be finalized.
S: And Mark?
J: What about him?
S: How are you two?
J: We broke up. We’re just friends now.
S: I see.
J: You wanna date him?
S: What?
I saw Shirlyn start to blush.
J: Go ahead. We’re just friends.
S: Erm. I’m just concerned for your well being.
J: We’re both fine. It’s amicable. I know you like him. Somehow
S: Erm.
Me: Stop teasing her.
J: I’m serious. It’s going to be a few more months at least. I’m sure you don’t want to be lonely right?
Me: I’m fine being lonely.
J: Well, I’ll be cycling over the weekend. You’re welcome to join us if you’re not out dating.
S: I always wanted to cycle. Seems like the trend now.
J: You can join us too. But we go pretty far.
S: Oh. I don’t have a bike.
J: I have a spare. Come over tomorrow morning.
S: Oh… ok.. I guess.
J: You can always take his bike. It’s foldable. Dress appropriately.
I wondered what Jasmine was doing, inviting Shirlyn to go cycling with us. But I guess I didn’t have any issues with that. But I wondered what Alicia would think.
The rest of the day passed normally and I went home after work to prepare for cycling the next day.
The work week was pretty tiring. Somehow the new client to be onboarded decided at the last minute to add on a couple more items that we needed to finalize by Wednesday. That would mean liaising with our existing vendors to draft agreements, get approval and finally execute the initial terms, all while settling the onboarding.
Shirlyn worked on the contract while Karen and I ran the operations on the ground.
Surprisingly, I didn’t get any snarky remarks from Karen about the way I did things or what I was teaching her. We spent the first 3 days onsite at the clients location which was a good thing as I didn’t see Jasmine at all. Maybe I was still a little upset or irritated with her sudden decision, despite already pushing me to Natasha.
Natasha didn’t contact me either after that night. While we didn’t exchange numbers, I was sure she could have gotten my number from Jasmine or Darren. The situation just seemed so suspicious.
Thursday I was back to the office to finish up the paperwork. Shirlyn was WFH so she told me to leave it till she was back in the office on Friday.
I was about to head out for lunch when Jasmine appeared at my desk.
J: How’s the new client?
Me: Ok, I guess.
J: Wanna have lunch together?
Me: Sure. What do you want to eat?
J: Feel like ramen, you?
Me: I’m easy.
We headed to one of the buildings nearby where there was a ramen place on the 3rd floor but somehow it was closed, so we ended up going to another place nearby.
After lunch we walked around the outside to look for a smoking point.
J: So how’s everything?
Me: What do you mean?
J: How are you holding up?
Me: I’m ok.
J: I kind of miss waking up next to you.
Me: Oh?
J: Yeah. Like something is missing in the morning.
Me: Well, I can always move in again.
J: You know we shouldn’t.
Me: I know.
J: How’s Natasha?
Me: I don’t know.
J: She didn’t contact you?
Me: Nope. Guess her other guys are keeping her busy. Or her kids. Or maybe I wasn’t what she wanted.
J: Perhaps. I didn’t let you show her what you can do.
Me: I didn’t want to.
J: I want you all to myself.
Me: Yet you let me go.
J: It’s temporary. I hope.
Me: Well… I’m waiting. I hope.
We both laughed. It was good that we could still be friendly with each other despite what had happened.
We headed back to the office and I found Rebecca sitting at my desk.
R: You sure took a long lunch.
I pretended to look at my handphone to check the time.
Me: I’m only 10 minutes later.
R: I’m kidding. Anyway let’s do the session today since I’m here. See me in Shirlyn’s office at 4pm.
Me: Alright.
I had nearly 2 hours, so I cleared my emails, and started on some of the paperwork for tomorrow before heading to meet Rebecca.
R: Close the door.
I did.
I didn’t realize it before, but somehow Shirlyn’s office had a new sofa in the corner, with a tiny coffee table. Rebecca stood up, made 2 coffees from the new Nespresso machine, before moving to the sofa. She placed them on the coffee table.
R: Come and sit next to me.
Me: It’s a little weird this way.
We usually just sat across each other at the desk.
R: Would you rather have a recliner just like those psychiatrists?
Me: That’s not what I meant.
R: I foresee lots of office sex happening if there was such a recliner.
Me: If office sex is going to happen, a recliner wouldn’t make any difference.
R: Whatever.
She crossed her legs, letting her skirt ride up her thighs. I looked at her. Was she still trying to seduce me?
R: So, how’s everything?
Me: Normal?
R: Good. How’s the training for Karen?
Me: Normal as well?
R: Fantastic.
I don’t know why but she was sounding sarcastic to me.
R: Well, I have good news and bad news.
Me: Uh huh.
R: Helen has tendered. And will be leaving without notice.
Me: Huh? Isn’t her notice period 3 months or something?
I estimated based on my own salary, Helen probably had to pay at least five figures to leave.
R: She can afford it. Do you know what this means?
Me: I’m taking over with no proper handover?
R: Precisely.
Me: I’m guessing that’s the bad news. What’s the good news?
R: You’re now the Ops Manager. On probation of course.
Me: I see.
R: There’s no increment until you’re confirmed.
Me: That’s fine.
She passed me a folder.
R: Here’s your updated contract. Please look through it and sign.
I did a quick glance. Everything was pretty much the same except the job title so I signed anyway.
Rebecca passed me another folder.
R: These are 4 candidates we’ve shortlisted for your role. But mainly concentrating on operations. Do look through them. We’ll start interviewing next week.
Me: Virtually or in person?
R: That’s my next point. As manager, you decide your own schedule. Helen was seldom in the office as she was outstationed most of the time. You probably should do the same.
Me: Ok.
R: We expect to make an offer to someone by end of next week.
Me: Alright.
R: And now for more good news.
Me: There’s more?
R: This will be our last session. We’ve decided that you no longer need to see us weekly. I think your performance has maintained and even exceeded throughout the past few months. You can request to continue if you want.
She smiled at me slyly.
Me: I suspect I won’t be in the office much.
She suddenly placed her hand on my forearm and I nearly jumped off the sofa.
R: You sure you’ll be ok?
Me: Of course. I will be busy.
R: Good then. Regarding the candidates, choose wisely. The person will be working directly under you. So choose the right one.
I don’t know why but there was so much sexual innuendo when Rebecca spoke. Or perhaps it was just me. She passed me a thumbdrive containings Helen’s handover files as well.
I thanked her for the session and took the file back to my desk.
There were 3 girls and 1 guy. I probably couldn’t tell much from the CV pictures but they all seemed pretty decent looking. Qualifications wise, they were all graduates, with little to no working experience at all. While I wanted to improve the male-female ratio at the office, I guess I needed to ensure the right person-job fit first.
Jasmine came by as we were about to leave and invited me for dinner with her, Alicia and Felicia. I didn’t have anything to do so I went along. We ended up having crabs at the usual zhichar place before I headed home.
Friday was another normal day, except I was now a manager on probation.
Shirlyn and I quickly completed the paperwork for the last client and we had a congratulatory lunch together, which Helen joined as well, so that I could ask her any questions before she flew off. I didn’t really need to though, as her handover files were extremely detailed. She wished me all the best.
I went to the smoking point after lunch and Shirlyn joined me.
S: So how are you and Jasmine?
Me: We’re taking a break.
S: Huh? Why?
Me: Things happened.
S: Oh no! Are you ok?
Me: Yeah I’m fine.
Jasmine suddenly appeared as well, I wonder if she overheard anything.
J: Hey…
S: It’s been a month, how are you adapting back to work?
J: It’s like I never left.
S: Everything ok at home?
I wonder what game she was playing.
J: Yeah. Waiting for my divorce to be finalized.
S: And Mark?
J: What about him?
S: How are you two?
J: We broke up. We’re just friends now.
S: I see.
J: You wanna date him?
S: What?
I saw Shirlyn start to blush.
J: Go ahead. We’re just friends.
S: Erm. I’m just concerned for your well being.
J: We’re both fine. It’s amicable. I know you like him. Somehow
S: Erm.
Me: Stop teasing her.
J: I’m serious. It’s going to be a few more months at least. I’m sure you don’t want to be lonely right?
Me: I’m fine being lonely.
J: Well, I’ll be cycling over the weekend. You’re welcome to join us if you’re not out dating.
S: I always wanted to cycle. Seems like the trend now.
J: You can join us too. But we go pretty far.
S: Oh. I don’t have a bike.
J: I have a spare. Come over tomorrow morning.
S: Oh… ok.. I guess.
J: You can always take his bike. It’s foldable. Dress appropriately.
I wondered what Jasmine was doing, inviting Shirlyn to go cycling with us. But I guess I didn’t have any issues with that. But I wondered what Alicia would think.
The rest of the day passed normally and I went home after work to prepare for cycling the next day.
We arranged to meet at 8am on Saturday so I was already at Shirlyn’s place to pick her up at 715am.
She was dressed simply, in shorts and a t-shirt and a cap, with her hair in a ponytail sticking out the back.
I wondered why she wanted to join us for cycling. Was it really so that she could spend time with me? Or was she just curious to figure out what was going on between me and Jasmine. My only worry was that Alicia would be there too, so it might get awkward.
The guard let me in without questions as usual and I parked at her block before letting ourselves in. I unfolded my bike and wheeled it along.
S: You still have her access card?
Me: Yeah.
S: That’s so weird. It’s like she subconsciously wants you over.
Me: Maybe? But I don’t come unless she asks me to.
S: Should I give you my house keys too?
Me: What?
S: Just kidding. But she’s literally extending an open invitation to you.
Me: Really? But we’re taking a break.
S: And she says you’ve broken up.
Me: Well… it’s about the same.
S: I don’t think so.
Jasmine was already up and maintaining her bikes in the balcony when we entered. Alicia was in the bathroom.
J: So… you can use this bike. Or you can ride his.
Shirlyn looked at the road bike that used to belong to Alan. The one I was supposed to buy over from him.
S: That looks a little scary. I only cycled at east coast before on those rented bicycles.
J: It’s about the same I guess. Just that mine is better maintained.
S: The wheels look thinner. Is it harder to balance?
J: Don’t think so. Once you start moving it’s fine.
S: I think I’ll use his.
Alicia came out from the bathroom and stared at Shirlyn for a bit before coming over and giving her a hug.
A: You must be his busty manager. I’m Alicia.
Shirlyn glared at me, but hugged her anyway.
S: Shirlyn. You must be his busty… friend?
A: He dated my mom. And slept with me.
S: Oh.
This was another time somehow I wished the ground would open up and swallow me.
Jasmine laughed.
J: There’s nobody in this house right now that he didn’t sleep with.
Suddenly, Alicia’s room door opened and Felicia came out, all dressed for cycling as well. Just as well since I was about to ask why there suddenly were so many bicycles in the balcony.
F: Oh hello! I’m Felicia.
S: Shirlyn.
F: Ah the big breasted one. Can tell.
Somehow even under her loose t-shirt they could see her C-cups. Perhaps it was a female thing.
Me: So there are five of us. I guess this group is full.
F: Yup. I’m rather new at this so I’ll be slow.
J: You can keep pace with Shirlyn.
Me: I can do that too.
J: Sure. Alicia and I will ride ahead. You can take the rear.
Me: What’s the route today?
J: Maybe half round island? Start at rowers bay then down to east coast. Let’s see how far we can go before it gets too hot.
Me: Ok.
We headed out, cycling along the pavement and PCN towards rowers bay then to east coast. The weather was good in the morning, compared to the past week where it seemed to be raining out of nowhere. The group rode slowly to accommodate Shirlyn and Felicia, and we u-turned somewhere in the middle of east coast, near the macs.
By the time we reached back Jasmine’s place, it was nearly lunch.
J: We’re gonna wash up before going for lunch. Do you want to join us?
S: Oh. I didn’t bring a towel or fresh clothes.
J: We’re about the same size. I think. No underwear for you though. Haha.
S: Erm. It’s fine.
Me: I’ve got some army shorts and t-shirts.
S: Erm.
A: Well… we’re going to shower first then, while you make up your mind.
Alicia and Felicia both entered the common bathroom to the surprise of Shirlyn.
S: Are they…
J: Together?
S: Yeah.
J: On and off.
S: Oh.
J: Well there’s only 2 bathrooms here. You’re welcome to join me. Haha.
S: Erm. I’ll pass.
Jasmine turned to me.
J: You’re not. Don’t even think about it.
Me: I wasn’t.
J: Just teasing.
She went into the master bathroom.
S: Ok. That is a little weird.
Me: Is it?
S: Yes.
Me: I didn’t realise.
I smoked at the balcony while Shirlyn sat at the dining table waiting for her turn.
Jasmine soon came out and passed her a pair of shorts and t-shirt.
J: It’s quite loose. Should be fine even if you don’t wear a bra.
As you know, army shorts had an inner lining, like the FBTs that girls all loved to wear.
S: Erm…
J: It’s fine, we’re all girls. Except him of course. But I’m sure he’s not going to behave inappropriately. Right?
Me: Right.
S: Ok…
Shirlyn took the clothes and went to the master bathroom. Jasmine joined me in the balcony.
J: So… you gonna sleep with her anytime soon?
Me: No.
J: Why not?
Me: I don’t want to be that guy again.
J: She’s willing, you know.
Me: She’s not the one I wanna be with.
J: Well, you can be a monk then.
Me: Are you sleeping with Darren?
J: Of course not.
Me: Anyone else?
J: No.
Me: Really?
J: Yup. Your friend rejected coffee. Haha.
Me: Aha! Knew it. You want to meet him.
J: Last week maybe. Now no. I’m just taking things as they come.
Me: So if he comes…
J: That’s really for me to find out yeah?
Me: You know I’ll be supportive of whatever you want.
J: I know. Which isn’t always a good thing.
Alicia and Felicia emerged.
A: What’s not a good thing.
J: Nothing. Just talking about his online friend.
A: Oh. The threesome organiser?
J: Something like that.
Me: He only passed me some contacts. That’s all.
A: Why haven’t we met him in real life?
Me: He’s married? Not into this kind of thing anymore? Who knows.
A: Well, thank him for me then. Darren is an amazing fuck.
Me: Right.
A: He’s changed a bit though.
Me: Really?
A: He actually hugged me for like half an hour after sex. Like wow. I thought I was going to fall in love.
Me: I see.
A: Then he got hard and we fucked again.
Me: Well done.
F: Eh. No wonder I haven’t been able to get him recently. You’ve been taking up too much of his time.
A: Well… you’re working. I see him during your work hours.
F: I should take leave one of these days.
A: Good idea. Let’s torture him together.
F: You’re on.
Jasmine shook her head.
J: Have you been seeing Nat?
Me: No.
J: Give her some fun la. Darren is having so much fun.
Me: No.
J: I’ll arrange it for you? You can use my room.
Me: Please no.
Shirlyn reappeared after her shower.
S: What’s going on?
A: Oh nothing. We’re just talking about this guy Mark introduced to us.
S: Oh?
F: Largest cock any of us have ever had.
I saw Shirlyn’s eyes widen.
S: Really?
Alicia gestured with her hands.
A: This big.
S: For real?
A: Yes! Perfect fuck buddy.
S: Good for all of you.
I quickly went to shower, leaving them to discuss Darren’s massive dong.
We headed to the coffeeshop to have lunch. Korean toast again. Zero queue again. I recalled how crowded it used to be and wondered what happened. Perhaps the hype was over.
I send Shirlyn back home after lunch.
S: Erm. I’ll wash these and pass them back to you.
Me: Sure. You don’t need to wash them, I can just throw them in with my laundry.
S: Sounds like some fetish you have.
Me: Huh?
S: Sounds like you want to keep my smell.
Me: Erm.
S: I’ll let you smell me. Haha.
Me: That sounds so desperate.
S: Yeah. It does.
Me: I know I know, your offer still stands.
S: You’re technically single now. So am I.
Me: It’s not something I really want to do.
S: You’re a good guy.
We reached her place.
S: You want to come in for a while? I’ll get changed and pass you the clothes.
Me: Ok.
I killed the engine and we both went into her house.
S: By the way. Nobody is home.
We arranged to meet at 8am on Saturday so I was already at Shirlyn’s place to pick her up at 715am.
She was dressed simply, in shorts and a t-shirt and a cap, with her hair in a ponytail sticking out the back.
I wondered why she wanted to join us for cycling. Was it really so that she could spend time with me? Or was she just curious to figure out what was going on between me and Jasmine. My only worry was that Alicia would be there too, so it might get awkward.
The guard let me in without questions as usual and I parked at her block before letting ourselves in. I unfolded my bike and wheeled it along.
S: You still have her access card?
Me: Yeah.
S: That’s so weird. It’s like she subconsciously wants you over.
Me: Maybe? But I don’t come unless she asks me to.
S: Should I give you my house keys too?
Me: What?
S: Just kidding. But she’s literally extending an open invitation to you.
Me: Really? But we’re taking a break.
S: And she says you’ve broken up.
Me: Well… it’s about the same.
S: I don’t think so.
Jasmine was already up and maintaining her bikes in the balcony when we entered. Alicia was in the bathroom.
J: So… you can use this bike. Or you can ride his.
Shirlyn looked at the road bike that used to belong to Alan. The one I was supposed to buy over from him.
S: That looks a little scary. I only cycled at east coast before on those rented bicycles.
J: It’s about the same I guess. Just that mine is better maintained.
S: The wheels look thinner. Is it harder to balance?
J: Don’t think so. Once you start moving it’s fine.
S: I think I’ll use his.
Alicia came out from the bathroom and stared at Shirlyn for a bit before coming over and giving her a hug.
A: You must be his busty manager. I’m Alicia.
Shirlyn glared at me, but hugged her anyway.
S: Shirlyn. You must be his busty… friend?
A: He dated my mom. And slept with me.
S: Oh.
This was another time somehow I wished the ground would open up and swallow me.
Jasmine laughed.
J: There’s nobody in this house right now that he didn’t sleep with.
Suddenly, Alicia’s room door opened and Felicia came out, all dressed for cycling as well. Just as well since I was about to ask why there suddenly were so many bicycles in the balcony.
F: Oh hello! I’m Felicia.
S: Shirlyn.
F: Ah the big breasted one. Can tell.
Somehow even under her loose t-shirt they could see her C-cups. Perhaps it was a female thing.
Me: So there are five of us. I guess this group is full.
F: Yup. I’m rather new at this so I’ll be slow.
J: You can keep pace with Shirlyn.
Me: I can do that too.
J: Sure. Alicia and I will ride ahead. You can take the rear.
Me: What’s the route today?
J: Maybe half round island? Start at rowers bay then down to east coast. Let’s see how far we can go before it gets too hot.
Me: Ok.
We headed out, cycling along the pavement and PCN towards rowers bay then to east coast. The weather was good in the morning, compared to the past week where it seemed to be raining out of nowhere. The group rode slowly to accommodate Shirlyn and Felicia, and we u-turned somewhere in the middle of east coast, near the macs.
By the time we reached back Jasmine’s place, it was nearly lunch.
J: We’re gonna wash up before going for lunch. Do you want to join us?
S: Oh. I didn’t bring a towel or fresh clothes.
J: We’re about the same size. I think. No underwear for you though. Haha.
S: Erm. It’s fine.
Me: I’ve got some army shorts and t-shirts.
S: Erm.
A: Well… we’re going to shower first then, while you make up your mind.
Alicia and Felicia both entered the common bathroom to the surprise of Shirlyn.
S: Are they…
J: Together?
S: Yeah.
J: On and off.
S: Oh.
J: Well there’s only 2 bathrooms here. You’re welcome to join me. Haha.
S: Erm. I’ll pass.
Jasmine turned to me.
J: You’re not. Don’t even think about it.
Me: I wasn’t.
J: Just teasing.
She went into the master bathroom.
S: Ok. That is a little weird.
Me: Is it?
S: Yes.
Me: I didn’t realise.
I smoked at the balcony while Shirlyn sat at the dining table waiting for her turn.
Jasmine soon came out and passed her a pair of shorts and t-shirt.
J: It’s quite loose. Should be fine even if you don’t wear a bra.
As you know, army shorts had an inner lining, like the FBTs that girls all loved to wear.
S: Erm…
J: It’s fine, we’re all girls. Except him of course. But I’m sure he’s not going to behave inappropriately. Right?
Me: Right.
S: Ok…
Shirlyn took the clothes and went to the master bathroom. Jasmine joined me in the balcony.
J: So… you gonna sleep with her anytime soon?
Me: No.
J: Why not?
Me: I don’t want to be that guy again.
J: She’s willing, you know.
Me: She’s not the one I wanna be with.
J: Well, you can be a monk then.
Me: Are you sleeping with Darren?
J: Of course not.
Me: Anyone else?
J: No.
Me: Really?
J: Yup. Your friend rejected coffee. Haha.
Me: Aha! Knew it. You want to meet him.
J: Last week maybe. Now no. I’m just taking things as they come.
Me: So if he comes…
J: That’s really for me to find out yeah?
Me: You know I’ll be supportive of whatever you want.
J: I know. Which isn’t always a good thing.
Alicia and Felicia emerged.
A: What’s not a good thing.
J: Nothing. Just talking about his online friend.
A: Oh. The threesome organiser?
J: Something like that.
Me: He only passed me some contacts. That’s all.
A: Why haven’t we met him in real life?
Me: He’s married? Not into this kind of thing anymore? Who knows.
A: Well, thank him for me then. Darren is an amazing fuck.
Me: Right.
A: He’s changed a bit though.
Me: Really?
A: He actually hugged me for like half an hour after sex. Like wow. I thought I was going to fall in love.
Me: I see.
A: Then he got hard and we fucked again.
Me: Well done.
F: Eh. No wonder I haven’t been able to get him recently. You’ve been taking up too much of his time.
A: Well… you’re working. I see him during your work hours.
F: I should take leave one of these days.
A: Good idea. Let’s torture him together.
F: You’re on.
Jasmine shook her head.
J: Have you been seeing Nat?
Me: No.
J: Give her some fun la. Darren is having so much fun.
Me: No.
J: I’ll arrange it for you? You can use my room.
Me: Please no.
Shirlyn reappeared after her shower.
S: What’s going on?
A: Oh nothing. We’re just talking about this guy Mark introduced to us.
S: Oh?
F: Largest cock any of us have ever had.
I saw Shirlyn’s eyes widen.
S: Really?
Alicia gestured with her hands.
A: This big.
S: For real?
A: Yes! Perfect fuck buddy.
S: Good for all of you.
I quickly went to shower, leaving them to discuss Darren’s massive dong.
We headed to the coffeeshop to have lunch. Korean toast again. Zero queue again. I recalled how crowded it used to be and wondered what happened. Perhaps the hype was over.
I send Shirlyn back home after lunch.
S: Erm. I’ll wash these and pass them back to you.
Me: Sure. You don’t need to wash them, I can just throw them in with my laundry.
S: Sounds like some fetish you have.
Me: Huh?
S: Sounds like you want to keep my smell.
Me: Erm.
S: I’ll let you smell me. Haha.
Me: That sounds so desperate.
S: Yeah. It does.
Me: I know I know, your offer still stands.
S: You’re technically single now. So am I.
Me: It’s not something I really want to do.
S: You’re a good guy.
We reached her place.
S: You want to come in for a while? I’ll get changed and pass you the clothes.
Me: Ok.
I killed the engine and we both went into her house.
S: By the way. Nobody is home.
I went into her place despite knowing that no one was at home. Seriously, what were the chances that she would ambush me again like the last time.
I was sure I could fend her off anyway.
I sat in the living room waiting while she went to get changed.
She came down a short while later, wearing just an oversized t-shirt and shorts. No bra as I saw her nipples showing.
She passed me the clothes and sat next to me.
S: Smells like me.
Me: Erm. I really don’t have that kind of fetish.
S: I’m sure.
Me: It’s true!
S: I loved having your smell on my sheets you know…
Me: Erm.
S: But seriously, how are you coping?
Me: What do you mean?
S: You seem like the type of guy who is used to having sex all the time.
Me: Huh?
S: Based on what you told me anyway.
Me: That’s in the past.
S: How long has it been?
Me: Since?
S: Your last sex.
Me: Why?
S: Can be with me right. Haha.
Me: No.
S: Mine was with you.
Me: I guessed just as much.
S: So? When was it?
Me: Last weekend.
S: Wow! One whole week without sex!
Me: You’re being sarcastic. I can tell.
S: Of course I am.
Me: What’s the big deal?
S: Don’t you get horny?
Me: I do.
S: Don’t you want to have sex?
Me: I’ve got 2 hands.
S: I’m sure it doesn’t feel the same. I’ve got 2 hands too. But…
Me: I know what you’re trying to do. Don’t.
S: You’ve had so many FWBs. Even when you were in a relationship.
Me: I’m trying to change.
S: Why?
Me: To be a better person.
S: That’s so cliched. How does this make you a better person? You’re saving yourself for marriage? You’ve long crossed that bridge.
Me: I don’t know. I just don’t want to be that kind of guy.
S: What kind of guy is that?
Me: The type who sleeps around?
S: You’re not in a relationship.
Me: Doesn’t mean I need to sleep around.
S: You can sleep with one. Or two. Up to you.
Me: I’m tired of this.
S: Of what?
Me: Of relationships.
S: Then? Just find a FWB. Pleasure each other. How hard can it be?
Me: It’s hard. Many things to consider.
S: Then you just let me have sex with you without stopping me. How do you think I feel?
Me: I don’t know. How?
S: Urgh. You’re impossible.
Me: Why?
S: I already said we can see each other until you go back to Jasmine.
Me: Why would you even want that?
S: Why not? Are you boyfriend material? Not to me. But do you satisfy my other needs? Definitely.
Me: I’m no different from a vibrator then.
S: Something like that. But at least I get to hug and kiss you. You make me feel wanted. To a certain extent.
Me: I want to feel wanted to.
S: I want you. Does that help?
Me: Wanted by Jasmine.
S: You’re so silly.
Me: I can’t explain it.
S: I can’t explain this either. But somehow I want to be with you.
Me: Even when I’m unwilling?
S: God. It’s just sex. Maybe just pretend you’re a vibrator then.
Me: I can’t vibrate.
S: Irritating.
Shirlyn suddenly straddled me, taking me by surprise.
S: I’m going to take what I want.
Me: Ok.
She kissed me.
S: Are you going to stop me?
Me: I don’t think so?
S: Good.
She practically almost ripped off my t-shirt while removing her own, exposing her fleshy mounds to me, and burying my face in them
S: Suck on them. Play with them.
I kissed her neck instead, working my way slowly down.
She hastily pulled off my shorts and my dick sprung out. She grabbed it and wanked it a few times.
S: You’re already hard.
Me: Well, you’re sitting on me. What did you expect?
She removed her own shorts and slid me in. She wasn’t that wet, but wet enough I suppose.
S: I’m on the pill now. Just cum in me.
We kissed again.
I really needed more self-control.
I went into her place despite knowing that no one was at home. Seriously, what were the chances that she would ambush me again like the last time.
I was sure I could fend her off anyway.
I sat in the living room waiting while she went to get changed.
She came down a short while later, wearing just an oversized t-shirt and shorts. No bra as I saw her nipples showing.
She passed me the clothes and sat next to me.
S: Smells like me.
Me: Erm. I really don’t have that kind of fetish.
S: I’m sure.
Me: It’s true!
S: I loved having your smell on my sheets you know…
Me: Erm.
S: But seriously, how are you coping?
Me: What do you mean?
S: You seem like the type of guy who is used to having sex all the time.
Me: Huh?
S: Based on what you told me anyway.
Me: That’s in the past.
S: How long has it been?
Me: Since?
S: Your last sex.
Me: Why?
S: Can be with me right. Haha.
Me: No.
S: Mine was with you.
Me: I guessed just as much.
S: So? When was it?
Me: Last weekend.
S: Wow! One whole week without sex!
Me: You’re being sarcastic. I can tell.
S: Of course I am.
Me: What’s the big deal?
S: Don’t you get horny?
Me: I do.
S: Don’t you want to have sex?
Me: I’ve got 2 hands.
S: I’m sure it doesn’t feel the same. I’ve got 2 hands too. But…
Me: I know what you’re trying to do. Don’t.
S: You’ve had so many FWBs. Even when you were in a relationship.
Me: I’m trying to change.
S: Why?
Me: To be a better person.
S: That’s so cliched. How does this make you a better person? You’re saving yourself for marriage? You’ve long crossed that bridge.
Me: I don’t know. I just don’t want to be that kind of guy.
S: What kind of guy is that?
Me: The type who sleeps around?
S: You’re not in a relationship.
Me: Doesn’t mean I need to sleep around.
S: You can sleep with one. Or two. Up to you.
Me: I’m tired of this.
S: Of what?
Me: Of relationships.
S: Then? Just find a FWB. Pleasure each other. How hard can it be?
Me: It’s hard. Many things to consider.
S: Then you just let me have sex with you without stopping me. How do you think I feel?
Me: I don’t know. How?
S: Urgh. You’re impossible.
Me: Why?
S: I already said we can see each other until you go back to Jasmine.
Me: Why would you even want that?
S: Why not? Are you boyfriend material? Not to me. But do you satisfy my other needs? Definitely.
Me: I’m no different from a vibrator then.
S: Something like that. But at least I get to hug and kiss you. You make me feel wanted. To a certain extent.
Me: I want to feel wanted to.
S: I want you. Does that help?
Me: Wanted by Jasmine.
S: You’re so silly.
Me: I can’t explain it.
S: I can’t explain this either. But somehow I want to be with you.
Me: Even when I’m unwilling?
S: God. It’s just sex. Maybe just pretend you’re a vibrator then.
Me: I can’t vibrate.
S: Irritating.
Shirlyn suddenly straddled me, taking me by surprise.
S: I’m going to take what I want.
Me: Ok.
She kissed me.
S: Are you going to stop me?
Me: I don’t think so?
S: Good.
She practically almost ripped off my t-shirt while removing her own, exposing her fleshy mounds to me, and burying my face in them
S: Suck on them. Play with them.
I kissed her neck instead, working my way slowly down.
She hastily pulled off my shorts and my dick sprung out. She grabbed it and wanked it a few times.
S: You’re already hard.
Me: Well, you’re sitting on me. What did you expect?
She removed her own shorts and slid me in. She wasn’t that wet, but wet enough I suppose.
S: I’m on the pill now. Just cum in me.
We kissed again.
I really needed more self-control.
Sometimes I felt as though my dick was separate from the rest of my body and the only thing that was common was the blood that flowed through to supply the erections.
Maybe Shirlyn was really persuasive. Maybe I really liked large breasts on skinny girls. Maybe I was really horny. Or maybe, I was just an asshole who can’t even stick to his own principles and keep his dick in his pants.
But she really did have nice breasts and sensitive nipples. I licked and sucked on them as she rode me. I wondered how she still had the energy despite having cycled in the morning.
She squeezed me hard as she slid up and down my pole, no doubt trying to get me to cum. I wondered why she wanted me to cum inside her, even if she was on the pill. I guess it was some sort of power play going on here, just like how some girls like to suck you dry after making you cum from a blowjob. She was, after all, my superior at work, perhaps she wanted to be my superior in bed as well? I didn’t mind of course, since it was already happening, she could just use me whatever way she wanted.
I was pretty sure she came in that position and I placed my hands around her butt and stood up, picking her up while still impaled on my dick. She wrapped her legs around my back.
S: What are you doing?
Me: Bringing you to bed?
S: You can’t go up the stairs like this.
I put her down, my dick slipping out of her.
S: Do that thing you did to me the last time ok?
Me: What thing?
S: The sideways position thing. The one that drove me crazy.
Me: Oh. That thing. Ok.
She led me up the stairs to her room, and lay on the bed sideways.
S: Fuck me hard.
Me: I’ll cum too fast.
S: Then cum and fuck me again.
Me: Why are you so horny?
S: I don’t know. But I enjoy sex with you. You really go all out to make sure I’m pleasured.
I got in between her legs and slid in. She moaned.
S: Harder!
I tried my best to pound her as hard as I could in that position. It was only a couple of minutes that I felt the urge to cum.
S: Don’t stop!
She screamed as I smashed into her, going as deep as I possibly could, my thighs already burning from the mornings exertions and now this. I could feel her trembling already, and I tortured her further by rubbing her clit.
As the familiar feeling approached., I released the entire week of cum into her.
S: Oh my god! I can feel it!
I stayed inside her, looking around for tissue, as I deflated rapidly. If I pulled out now, the creampie would definitely overflow and stain her sheets.
I slowly lay down behind her, trying to keep my soft cock still inside to plug the hole. I couldn’t find the tissues anywhere.
She turned her head to kiss me.
S: Wow. I really missed sex.
Me: With me?
S: What the fuck. Do you think I’ll sleep with just anybody?
Me: Well…
S: You asshole. Of course it’s you la! Unless you going to introduce me to more guys? Like your friend with the big dick?
Me: Wow. You too?
S: Well I’ve never tried someone that big before. Maybe I’ll make a sexual bucket list.
Me: A what?
S: You know a bucket list right? Things you wanna do before you die or something.
Me: Oh right.
S: Sexual bucket list. Try a big dick.
Me: If you really want to… I suppose it can be arranged.
S: Really? You’re too accommodating.
Me: What else is on your bucket list?
S: I have no idea. Never really thought about it. Threesome maybe?
Me: Easy to arrange.
S: Did you watch The Blacklist?
Me: No… what’s that?
S: A show I watched on Netflix. There’s this guy, they call him the Concierge of Crime.
Me: And what’s the link?
S: You probably can be the Concierge of Sex. Considering all the things you did.
Me: What.
S: You set things up for your partners apparently.
Me: Erm.
S: You do whatever they want.
Me: I’d do it if it made them happy.
S: How interesting.
Me: That’s just me.
S: I realised.
I finally slid out of her.
S: Shit!!!!
The massive creampie oozed out and nearly hit the sheets. I cupped my hand there.
S: What in the world? You really didn’t have sex for a week?
Me: Yeah.
S: Didn’t even wank?
Me: Nope.
S: Wow. Madness.
Me: Why?
S: You apparently have so many ladies who want you to share their bed, yet you reject them all for the hope that you’ll end up with someone who you don’t even know will still want you at the end of it.
Me: I just fucked you.
S: If I didn’t initiate you probably wouldn’t. Right?
Me: Yup.
S: Too passive.
Me: Maybe I’m selective.
S: Right. You can afford to be selective when you’ve got so many choices.
Me: I don’t see it that way.
S: So is this going to be a regular thing?
Me: No. I’d rather not.
S: Fine. Then I expect you to intro me to the big dick.
Me: Ok.
S: And maybe a threesome. Never tried it before.
Me: Right.
S: Do you guys really do double penetration?
Me: We did.
S: Wow. Can’t imagine.
Me: Have you ever had anal before?
S: Nope.
Me: You probably should first.
S: Ah. Ok. Are you ready?
Me: What? Now?
S: Why not? We’re already naked. Just let me wash first. It’s like white glue down there.
Me: Ok.
We headed to the common bathroom to wash up.
Me: Are you sure about this?
S: Why?
Me: Doesn’t seem like you to want to do all this.
S: I don’t know why, but you’ve allowed me to explore my sexuality in a safe way. I don’t know anyone else, especially not my exes, who I’m this comfortable with.
Me: Oh.
S: So anal…. Needs lube right?
Me: Yeah.
S: I don’t have any.
Me: I guess body lotion will work too?
S: Like Cetaphil?
Me: I have no idea what that is.
S: Lotion.
Me: I suppose we can try. Are you sure you want to do this?
S: Don’t make me rape you with my ass.
Me: Fine. Let’s do it then.
We dried ourselves and headed back to the room.
What was I getting myself into this time?
Sometimes I felt as though my dick was separate from the rest of my body and the only thing that was common was the blood that flowed through to supply the erections.
Maybe Shirlyn was really persuasive. Maybe I really liked large breasts on skinny girls. Maybe I was really horny. Or maybe, I was just an asshole who can’t even stick to his own principles and keep his dick in his pants.
But she really did have nice breasts and sensitive nipples. I licked and sucked on them as she rode me. I wondered how she still had the energy despite having cycled in the morning.
She squeezed me hard as she slid up and down my pole, no doubt trying to get me to cum. I wondered why she wanted me to cum inside her, even if she was on the pill. I guess it was some sort of power play going on here, just like how some girls like to suck you dry after making you cum from a blowjob. She was, after all, my superior at work, perhaps she wanted to be my superior in bed as well? I didn’t mind of course, since it was already happening, she could just use me whatever way she wanted.
I was pretty sure she came in that position and I placed my hands around her butt and stood up, picking her up while still impaled on my dick. She wrapped her legs around my back.
S: What are you doing?
Me: Bringing you to bed?
S: You can’t go up the stairs like this.
I put her down, my dick slipping out of her.
S: Do that thing you did to me the last time ok?
Me: What thing?
S: The sideways position thing. The one that drove me crazy.
Me: Oh. That thing. Ok.
She led me up the stairs to her room, and lay on the bed sideways.
S: Fuck me hard.
Me: I’ll cum too fast.
S: Then cum and fuck me again.
Me: Why are you so horny?
S: I don’t know. But I enjoy sex with you. You really go all out to make sure I’m pleasured.
I got in between her legs and slid in. She moaned.
S: Harder!
I tried my best to pound her as hard as I could in that position. It was only a couple of minutes that I felt the urge to cum.
S: Don’t stop!
She screamed as I smashed into her, going as deep as I possibly could, my thighs already burning from the mornings exertions and now this. I could feel her trembling already, and I tortured her further by rubbing her clit.
As the familiar feeling approached., I released the entire week of cum into her.
S: Oh my god! I can feel it!
I stayed inside her, looking around for tissue, as I deflated rapidly. If I pulled out now, the creampie would definitely overflow and stain her sheets.
I slowly lay down behind her, trying to keep my soft cock still inside to plug the hole. I couldn’t find the tissues anywhere.
She turned her head to kiss me.
S: Wow. I really missed sex.
Me: With me?
S: What the fuck. Do you think I’ll sleep with just anybody?
Me: Well…
S: You asshole. Of course it’s you la! Unless you going to introduce me to more guys? Like your friend with the big dick?
Me: Wow. You too?
S: Well I’ve never tried someone that big before. Maybe I’ll make a sexual bucket list.
Me: A what?
S: You know a bucket list right? Things you wanna do before you die or something.
Me: Oh right.
S: Sexual bucket list. Try a big dick.
Me: If you really want to… I suppose it can be arranged.
S: Really? You’re too accommodating.
Me: What else is on your bucket list?
S: I have no idea. Never really thought about it. Threesome maybe?
Me: Easy to arrange.
S: Did you watch The Blacklist?
Me: No… what’s that?
S: A show I watched on Netflix. There’s this guy, they call him the Concierge of Crime.
Me: And what’s the link?
S: You probably can be the Concierge of Sex. Considering all the things you did.
Me: What.
S: You set things up for your partners apparently.
Me: Erm.
S: You do whatever they want.
Me: I’d do it if it made them happy.
S: How interesting.
Me: That’s just me.
S: I realised.
I finally slid out of her.
S: Shit!!!!
The massive creampie oozed out and nearly hit the sheets. I cupped my hand there.
S: What in the world? You really didn’t have sex for a week?
Me: Yeah.
S: Didn’t even wank?
Me: Nope.
S: Wow. Madness.
Me: Why?
S: You apparently have so many ladies who want you to share their bed, yet you reject them all for the hope that you’ll end up with someone who you don’t even know will still want you at the end of it.
Me: I just fucked you.
S: If I didn’t initiate you probably wouldn’t. Right?
Me: Yup.
S: Too passive.
Me: Maybe I’m selective.
S: Right. You can afford to be selective when you’ve got so many choices.
Me: I don’t see it that way.
S: So is this going to be a regular thing?
Me: No. I’d rather not.
S: Fine. Then I expect you to intro me to the big dick.
Me: Ok.
S: And maybe a threesome. Never tried it before.
Me: Right.
S: Do you guys really do double penetration?
Me: We did.
S: Wow. Can’t imagine.
Me: Have you ever had anal before?
S: Nope.
Me: You probably should first.
S: Ah. Ok. Are you ready?
Me: What? Now?
S: Why not? We’re already naked. Just let me wash first. It’s like white glue down there.
Me: Ok.
We headed to the common bathroom to wash up.
Me: Are you sure about this?
S: Why?
Me: Doesn’t seem like you to want to do all this.
S: I don’t know why, but you’ve allowed me to explore my sexuality in a safe way. I don’t know anyone else, especially not my exes, who I’m this comfortable with.
Me: Oh.
S: So anal…. Needs lube right?
Me: Yeah.
S: I don’t have any.
Me: I guess body lotion will work too?
S: Like Cetaphil?
Me: I have no idea what that is.
S: Lotion.
Me: I suppose we can try. Are you sure you want to do this?
S: Don’t make me rape you with my ass.
Me: Fine. Let’s do it then.
We dried ourselves and headed back to the room.
What was I getting myself into this time?