Thanks bro whatdoido. I’m fine, thanks
Just bad mood yesterday writing up that part.
tallsyn, I’ll address more about Jenn in the next few posts. Please bear with me ya. thanks for the support hehe.
Cheers Tbogard for upping me!
Thanks for the up, bro rain-men
I had done everything I could to drive Jenn away. I wasn’t ready to face either her or Rain. Seeing her made me think of Rain, and there was no way I could entertain thoughts of having relations with her while still sore about Rain. At least, that’s what I told myself anyway.
The semester ended. It was time to swot up on our studies after last week’s final revision with the lecturers. My first paper was in two weeks’ time, so I had a lot of extra time to use to study compared to some people who had a paper in a week. The weekend that was the start of swot/end of lessons was near Oct 31st, Halloween. Our crazy college committee decided to have a final college party, with a Halloween theme. We had 4 that year, start of year was Roman, end of 1st Semester was Superhero, start of 2nd Semester was themeless. Basically we just used the study lounge in the college (open up the dividers that split the tutorial rooms) and had a night of party, with the Head’s permission of course. I had only attended the first one and third one, not wanting to spring much for costumes.
I was going to give this last one a miss, both to concentrate on my revision and because I was feeling anti-social. I had gone a week eating in my room using takeaway plates with only Pree dropping by every now and then for company.
The party started at 9pm, and would usually end at 12, with DJ (just one of the college students), music and drinks. Drinks were on sale by the student committee at market rate. My room was 2nd from the corner (first one is my resident advisor neighbour), where there’s an exit into the courtyard in front of the study lounge. Imagine a U shape, my room is on the bottom left side of the U and the study lounge is the curve.
By 10, the party was in full swing and I was trying to ignore the booming bass from the speakers. Some vigorous pounding came at my door.
“Losty! (My real name can be converted into a familiar form, which the Aussies like to do. Think John = johnny, James = jimmy, Lochlan = locky) Get you arse out here and partay, baby! Open up you fucking nerdy chink!” came the sound of one of my Aussie mates.
I opened my door and peered out. “Dudes, I’m trying to study. You guys go ahead and party, sounds like a lot of fun,” I said.
“Oi, fuck studying, Asia-boy! Locky needs a dance partner and he wants you. Get changed and be there in 5 minutes or we’re knocking your door down and dragging you there, mate!” yelled Ash, one of my friends.
“I don’t have a costume,” I tried, desperately.
“NOBODY GIVES A FUCK! Come naked and call it your birthday suit!” bellowed someone I couldn’t see.
I couldn’t help it, I laughed. “Alright, you crazy motherfuckers. Let me at least put on something decent and I’ll join you,” I agreed, admitting defeat. The boys left. I knew they’d make good on their threat to come banging on my door again if I didn’t move fast.
I threw on some clean clothes and put on a gimmick mask made with Aboriginal art that I had bought as a souvenir from Victoria Market. It’ll have to do.
I walked out to the courtyard where the non-dancing people and drinkers were hanging out (no food and drinks allowed in the study lounge) and high fived my mates. Locky pushed a bottle of beer into my hands.
“Losty! Drink up! Loosen your joints. We gonna rock this house DOWN!”
We cheered, and drank. Everyone who knew me knew I can’t/don’t dance, which meant that Ash and Locky would pull me onto the dance floor and make me do stupid shit. Typical boys. After I emptied my bottle (to rhythmic chants of “skull! Skull! Skull!” which meant finish it, bottoms up), I was indeed dragged into the lounge. To be fair, NONE of my mates could really dance either, but they had a much thicker skin and didn’t mind embarrassing themselves. My skin is always too thin, and I didn’t like making a fool out of myself.
That night, I just went with the flow and let loose. We “danced” like monkeys, galloped around the hall like horses and generally acted totally crazy. It was good fun. I had really needed that. Friends are great!
I bumped into Pree on the dance floor, she was dirty dancing with Fen and Shan. Pree had a cute witch’s hat on her, Fen was in a tight white dress and a white handkerchief in her hair which made me assume a nurse whereas Shan was in a boring army costume (fatigue pants and black tshirt).
“Lost! Awesome, you came! Hug! Hug!” Pree exclaimed, jumping in front of me with her arms open like a little baby wanting to be picked up. I laughed and gave her a tight hug. I let her know I’d be okay now, she understood. However, if you’ve been with girls whom you’re friendly with and are a little tipsy, and one hugs you; you’d know the others would start wanting hugs too. I got passed around like a hug-ball between the girls, and somehow I ended up in a hug with Jenn, who had recycled someone’s toga from last semester.
“Jenn? What are you doing here? You NEVER go to college parties,” I burst out, surprised.
“It’s the last one of the year. I wanted to try it out at least once,” she yelled in my ear. I looked around for the person I wanted to avoid seeing.
“She’s not here! Don’t worry!” shouted Jenn, guessing at my intentions. It was a surprise to me, all her friends were there, why wouldn’t she be? Oh well. I wasn’t complaining.
I went out for more drinks, and then got dragged back onto the dancefloor by Locky, who needed someone to “keep the girls away”, in his own words. It was a running joke between us, cos Locky had rotten luck with girls. He was very popular, but he’s just so nuts that nobody would date him. During the first semester party with the Roman theme, everyone came in makeshift togas, except him. He bought an old suitcase, cut holes into it, and came dressed as a suitcase. I shit you not. He came, as a suitcase. I do not know if he had anything on under that.
I was actually having fun. The world hadn’t ended, after all. I danced with Pree (okay, I rotated on the spot while she gyrated sexily) and goofed around with the guys. As the party wound down nearing 12, we exchanged many more high fives and soon split up for the night.
I unlocked my room, but before I could shut it, Jenn pushed herself in and shut the door behind her.
“Lost, we need to talk.”
The ending will come soon, so I couldn’t resist dropping in a little bit of a teaser here while i complete my longer post later. Hehehe don’t stone me, guys!
“We need to talk,” til today, my least favourite 4 words coming from a girl’s mouth.
“Yeah, sure. Please come in,” I said, somewhat sarcastically.
Jenn shot me an annoyed look. “You looked like you had fun tonight,” she said.
I sighed. The angry side of me wanted to tell her to come to the fucking point, but the gentleman side of me reminded how she took care of me when I got shitfaced.
“Yeah, it was nice to let loose tonight,” I agreed.
Jenn stood there, fidgeting. “Lost, about that night. I don’t want you to misunderstand. I’m not trying to use sex to pay for my mistakes, or to bribe you into forgiving me.”
I looked at her, not sure what to say.
“I didn’t mean to cheapen your feelings for Rain either, that you can so easily substitute her. I just thought, you know, that since we’re both available, that you wouldn’t mind showing me what’s so good about sex,” she said, looking uncomfortable. “I just wanted to apologise if I offended you by suggesting you sleep with me. Goodnight, Lost,” she finished hurriedly, turning to leave.
“Jenn, I’m not offended. I was, but I’m not now,” I said. My words stopped her. “I just don’t feel ready to engage in anything so soon. Especially with someone so close to Rain,” I clarified.
Jenn’s hand was on my door knob.
“Thank you for coming over tonight to explain things. I think I am feeling a lot better now. I just needed some time to get my head together. You’re a beautiful girl, I’m sure you will find someone who can fulfil your needs,” I said. “Especially if you didn’t bite their heads off every chance you get for a year!” I couldn’t resist teasing her.
She didn’t get angry, on the contrary, she had the good grace to laugh at herself. “It’s too late for that, I suppose. Thank you, Lost, for forgiving me,” she said, coming closer to me.
“Well, it’s the past. We’ll let bygones be bygones. I am just glad to know WHY you treated me like that. I could’ve sworn I did nothing to piss you off so much. At least I know you did it for a reason. Even if the reason was a little fucked up,” I said.
“She doesn’t deserve someone as nice as you. Neither do I. I hope you’ll find happiness, Lost,” she replied, closing the distance between us and giving me a tight hug. Her body felt soft and pliant against me. I hugged her back and breathed in her strawberry-scented hair. It was cathartic, releasing all the resentment that was in me.
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i am just curious, TS are you still in contact with any of them?
I lost contact with everyone but Pree after my first year. (skipping ahead in timeline here..) I graduated and qualified for Honours, and all of us moved out of college other than Rain and Jenn, who stayed on due to familiarity and supervisory reasons, respectively.
I visited Pree’s place, which she shared with an Indian girl, often. Sometimes I bumped into the others but I made no real attempt to keep in touch with them. The reason for this I will write in the epilogue of my story where I’ll wrap up all the loose ends.
Today, I am still in touch with Pree, but I hunted Li’s FB down and added her when writing this story, and Rain added me before that. We don’t talk much. I don’t really care about Rain, since she’s now happily dating someone else who obviously wasn’t her parents’ choice (can’t say I’ve totally forgiven her, I guess). Li is happily dating someone, so we’ve just exchanged polite messages. Pree is my one regret, as she was my best friend at that time and we had to drift apart due to my crazy ex from hell that I dated 5 years ago for 3 years. I’ve broken up with that crazy bitch for 2 years now and still haven’t fully recovered my sanity.
lol bro ANowhereMan, you seem to have predicted my next post. Well not really rage, but yeah…something happened. Read on to know what (or after the 30-second posting limit).
The hug ended, but some part of her toga caught in my belt buckle. When she pulled away, the strip of curtain-like cloth that functioned as her belt unravelled. The top of her toga slipped and the rest of the costume pooled at her feet. I was left suddenly looking at the unexpected sight of Jenn in her lacy underwear.
Jenn froze. I stared. She was an exquisite specimen. Her shoulders were smooth, one was already bared during the party. Her breasts looked inviting in a lacy white half-cup bra with transparent straps. Her abdomen was flat and well-toned, and a frilly pair of panties adorned her waist before tapering off to well-shaped legs.
Her shriek broke the spell. She tried to cover herself, run, and pick up her costume at the same time. This resulted in her tripping and falling onto the floor. I broke out of my trance and hurriedly bent down to help her up.
“Jenn, are you okay?” I asked solicitously while helping her into a sitting position. I pulled the entangling costume off her feet and was wondering how to give the mass of cloth back to her when she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer for a kiss.
“Lost, if you’re willing, I still want you. I’m not talking about dating me, I just want you,” she breathed.
It was clear to me that I was truly over Rain after a week’s isolation, as I picked Jenn off the floor carefully and laid her into my bed. I hadn’t spoken or responded, and Jenn eyed me cautiously.
“Are you okay, Jenn? “ I asked, concern heavy in my voice. She drew her legs to her and hugged them to her body. The last time she did this, I was admiring her legs that were revealed by shorts. This time, I got to see almost all of her exposed. She nodded, resting her chin on her knee.
I untangled her toga with a lot of difficulty and draped it over my chair. Then I sat down next to her and held up an arm, offering a hug. She scooted on her ass into position and leaned into my shoulder as I held her with my left arm. It was oddly endearing how this childish behaviour made her.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked. She nodded again.
I lifted her chin from her knee, and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. Her arms came up behind me as she loosened her stance and let her legs curl on the bed instead. She pressed her lips tightly to mine and I deepened our kiss. My actions were tentative, not wanting to scare her away. She responded by flicking her tongue out to brush against mine, exploring, before finally allowing me into her mouth.
I was inflamed with desire. I unhooked her bra while we kissed and pulled it off. Jenn helped me willingly. I lowered her down onto the bed and mauled her full breasts with my hands. Squeezing, rubbing and fondling. I tended to prefer going nice and slow, but there was something about that night that made me pick the quick and rough act. Perhaps it was the fact I had lusted after this girl for so long, or perhaps it was sweet revenge on both of them for deceiving me.
I peeled her panties off, and spread her leg. Her pussy looked invitingly moist. I dived in and started lapping at it. The results were instant. Jenn started moaning and her legs spread wider to give me more room. My tongue went into her, collecting her honey and spreading it over her clit. Next went a finger, sliding in and digging. Other than being mean to me, Jenn was a very feminine girl. The moans she let out were very much restrained, like the sound you make if you breathe out in a sigh, except very quick and slightly louder.
Her breathing quickened, and I slyly introduced a second finger inside her while drumming her clit with my tongue. Thrust, lick, thrust, lick, this went on until her legs splayed very wide, and I felt a gush of warm honey flowing onto my fingers, which I lapped up with my tongue. Her fingers twisted in my hair, pulling me away to stop.
“Huh, huh, Lost, huh, stop please,” she gasped. I withdrew my fingers and returned to maul her boobs. Her left breast was shiny with her pussy juice as I squeezed it while sucking her right nipple into my mouth. Jenn kept her fingers in my hair but didn’t pull, just squeezing my head as though giving me a scalp massage. I switched tits and repeated the treatment for her other breast until I got tired of flicking her nipples.
I pulled back so I could throw my shirt off, and then unbuckled my jeans and slid both jeans and underwear off at the same time. My erection sprang to attention after escaping from its confines. Jenn was still lying dazedly in bed, her legs open, waiting to receive me.
Without further thought, I climbed between her legs and rubbed the head of my dick against her slit. Her soft moaning came around. One of my favourite moments is when my dick slides into a pussy, and I get to watch the girl’sface.
Jenn had opened her eyes when I settled between her legs, but as I slid myself into her, she shut them tightly, looking as though she was in deep concentration. I bottomed up inside her, revelling in the pleasure of her warm pussy on my cock. I had forgotten to wear a condom. I haven’t been in anybody bareback since Li, and it felt wonderful. The clinging warm flesh on flesh feeling was immensely superior to that of having a rubber on.
“Shit, I forgot to wear a condom!” I exclaimed, pulling out. Jenn wrapped her legs around my waist and held me inside her.
“If you leave me now I’m going to kill you!” she threatened, gasping. I wasn’t in any condition to argue so I slid back inside her. Jenn closed her eyes again as I knelt inside her encircling legs and moved in and out of her pussy. Every thrust resulted in a feminine grunt from Jenn.
I got tired of moving and grabbed her waist so her ass was higher. I placed my knees under her and started moving her up and down on me. I wasn’t strong enough to move her off my dick for deep thrusts, but I did manage to gyrate her enough that it was pleasurable for both of us as her pussy rotated around my dick. I finally laid on top of her, kissing her passionately as I pummelled down into her inviting warmth.
“Jenn, I need to pull out. I’m cumming soon,” I panted.
“Don’t…stop,” she replied. I kept thrusting inside her and her gripping muscles sent me over the edge as I thrusted once, hard, and came deeply inside her. Her legs holding me to her tightly as my cock pulsed inside.
I raised myself from her and reached between us, cock still embedded in her pussy. I found her clit and started rubbing it furiously.
“Damnit, cum for me Jenn, cum for me,” I said, as she started moaning again. My cock was still hard and I rocked my hips while frigging her clit. She caught up soon as my cock went fully soft inside and came again on my fingers, raising her pussy up from the bed.
I crashed into bed beside her, breathing deeply. She turned to face me and gave me a tender kiss.
“Oh my god, that’s what it feels like,” she said, wonderingly.
“You haven’t had sex?” I asked her, feeling a little guilty for taking her virginity.
“No, silly. But I’ve never climaxed with someone before,” she said. Phew. My fears were allayed, even though technically she didn’t climax during sex. Her eyes sparkled as they looked into mine. “Thank you, Lost.”
“Uhm, no problem, I think,” I said awkwardly. How do you respond when someone thanks you for sex?
“Thank you for showing me what…people…tell me about,” she said. I knew who “people” was, but chose to ignore it.
“Jenn, I finished inside you though,” I said, worried.
“Don’t worry, my aunty just visited not long ago,” she said.
Huh, aunty?
“My period!” she said, noticing my confused look.
“Oh, okay,” I smiled. She cupped my face in her hand, a tender action.
“Lost, don’t take this the wrong way, but we can’t do this again,” she said.
“I know. I just couldn’t resist you after seeing you half naked,” I said. Jenn giggled. I can’t believe I’ve never noticed how cute she could be.
“I don’t regret it. But I know there’s been too much drama between us to have anything meaningful. And you’re going to graduate soon,” Jenn said.
I gave her a kiss, which she returned, but without tongue action. “You’re assuming I’m going to pass my exams,” I joked.
“You’re too smart to fail, Lost. But I wasn’t smart enough to treat you right,” she said, wistfully. I didn’t respond to that. I got one last hug from her. Minutes later, she rose from bed to dress, and left without another word.
I’m not sure how I could’ve included this part in previous posts without breaking the flow of the narrative, so I’m just going to backtrack a little bit here. Remember when Bon was emailing me and telling me she missed me and all that nonsense right before I got together with Rain?
Well, I consented to reply her emails, keeping things polite but distant. She knew that I started dating Rain, but I didn’t provide the steamy details, of course. We maintained a casual correspondence, like friends, which was a far cry from our previous daily online chats. She heard about my breakup a few days after Jenn left my room. By then, I was sufficiently over things and could concentrate on my studies. I still gave Rain the cold shoulder. In fact, I never exchanged a single spoken word with her from that day onwards. Perhaps it was ungentlemanly of me, but I couldn’t stand to have my heart played with like that. While I may be a cheongster now, I do not cheong when in a relationship, nor do I cheat (Bon was the exception when we were still only cyber partners, I am ashamed to admit).
When she heard about my breakup, Bon sympathised with me and asked if I had any plans after the examinations. I had none; I was going to wait for my mum to fly over at my graduation date and go on some tours with her, which meant I had 3 weeks of waiting time between end of exams and her arrival. Yes, I too was confident I would pass. Bon actually invited me over to Sydney again for some time off, and I could stay at her place since her parents went back to Hong Kong. I know what my readers must be thinking, what is it with me and Hong Kong girls? Hahaha. Just my luck at that time, I guess.
I considered her offer, and agreed with to go but with the statement that I wasn’t visiting her with the hopes of rekindling our romance. She said she knew that, of course.
Now, I will say it up front that this will likely be the most boring bits of my story. I can either summarise as much as I could, and then wrap up the story, or I could give some details on how the visit to Bon ended up. I’ll leave it to my readers to choose which direction they prefer. Either way, I will finish the story.
I’ll give it a day or two to get the responses, then I’ll finish things up.
It’s been fun sharing my stories. I thank you all for following me and supporting me through this, bros and sis!
lol
I enjoy your humour, bro. Didn’t think it would strike as cute, but hahaha.
Well, Bon was a bomb, alright. But that’s a whole different can of worms.
Oh and thanks bro edvil for the up!
hehe badboy.
Well since only one vote, so I guess that will have to do
I’ll write some details on my visit. It’s not overly juicy like my year, but has some parts.
WIll have to be tomorrow though, knn boss sms to prepare slides for Monday morning meeting. Work on weekend -_-