Good afternoon Bros! Tried to update yesterday, but was having some issue accessing the website. Hope you all had a wonderful weekend!
Continuing with My SYT Korean Coursemate/Neighbour:
Monday
My doorbell rang… and rang… and rang… So did my phone, and Kim’s phone.
Kim and I woke up and grumbled, stretching as we sat up. Yivonne was calling Kim, while Ann was calling me.
I grumbled and wore my boxers, stumbling out of the bedroom and grumbling. I wiped my hand against my mouth and chin, and felt the stubble on my face. Behind me, Kim stretched and collapsed back onto the bed, pulling the comforter up to cover her body.
I yawned and opened the maindoor, and was rewarded by grumblings from the 4 of them on why it took me so long to open the door. I ignored them and turned around to walk back to the bedroom, and that was when they noticed the marks of war left on my back by Kim.
Ann: OMG! Jun! What the fuck happened to your back?!
Bryan: Wah lau eh brother! You fight with Kim arh?!
Yivonne giggled as she realized what had happened, while Eileen was uninterested and lugged the groceries into the kitchen.
I waved them off and pulled a shirt from my wardrobe to wear. Yivonne then whispered to the both of them that that was the handiwork of Kim from ‘bedroom sessions’.
I closed the room door as I exited, as Kim wasn’t decently dressed, and went to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Bryan came over and nudged me.
Bryan: Wah eh bro, seems like you’re quite a tiger in bed huh? Can make until Kim claw you like that? Fuuuuuu…..yoh!
Me: Then like that, that will make her the tigress no? Hahahahaha…
Bryan: Hahahaha!!! Later Ann jealous… She also want you to fuck her until she scratch you…
Ann heard what Bryan said and replied with a “Meeoooow!”
Yivonne kept sniggling at the side while Eileen concentrated on unpacking the groceries.
Suddenly, I remembered I needed to make a trip to the supermarket to get the ingredients for the wanton mee tonight. I went back to my room and brushed my teeth, then grabbed my jeans and backpack. Then I saw Kim still naked under the blanket, and helped her wear her lingerie first.
Kim: mm…. where are…. you goinnnggg?
Me: I need to go get the ingredients for the wanton mee. Make sure you wear some clothes, later they all barged in then you naked.
Kim: They’ve all seen it before anyway…
Kim grabbed the shirt I passed her and pulled it on barely, then she took the shorts and pulled it up to her hips and went back to sleep.
I called out to the rest in the kitchen.
Me: I’m going to supermarket a while, you all behave yourselves arh… knn… later come back I see orgy again…
They all laughed except for Eileen. I have no idea why she was having such a bad mood. Maybe PMS.
I closed the main door as I left. Climbing onto my bike, I rode at a leisurely speed to Thomson Plaza to grab what I needed. I took my time to stroll through the aisles in the supermarket, picking up some pork shoulder and char siew sauce for the char siew.
Next was the fridge area where they stored the noodles and the wanton skins. Ann and Kim didn’t like the bitter taste that came with some of the mee kia, so I was careful to pick 2 packets of the ones without the bitter taste. I finished with some pork fat, minced meat, water chestnuts and chye sim. I took the liberty of getting a 6-pack of Heineken as well, since my supplies at home was running low.
I stuffed everything into my humongous crumpler backpack and got on my bike to ride home. I knew I wasn’t fully recharged from the night of sleep, as I kept yawning on the way home. I also wondered what were the rest of them doing back at my place.
As I opened my main door, I heard voices coming from the kitchen. The four of them were still in the kitchen, and they were almost done with slicing the ingredients up for lunch. I was pleasantly surprised that there wasn’t an orgy that greeted me for once. Ann and Yivonne came over to help me unpack my bag and put the ingredients in the fridge, as Bryan helped Eileen at the sink.
Done with the unpacking, and Eileen done with her slicing, Yivonne heated up the frying pan as she began to prepare lunch. The rest of us sat around in the kitchen, waiting for her to ask for help if needed. Ann sat right beside me, leaning very close to me.
Ann whispered: I saw the scars. How hard did you fuck Kim? Was it comparable to any of the times you did me?
Me: Can’t remember. Maybe?
Ann: Maybe isn’t good enough… I want one like that. Good enough to make me want to claw your back.
Me: Erm, I don’t think I’ll want anyone to claw my back again..
Ann gave me an impish smile.
Bryan was stroking Eileen’s head.
Me: Eileen, you ok or not? Your face like damn black.
Eileen: I’m fine. Just fine.
Ann caught my attention by pulling my arm against her soft breasts. She whispered to me.
Ann: Eileen saw a message on Bryan’s phone yesterday night. Some girl sent him a naked photo of herself.
I shuddered when I heard that. I received a naked photo of a girl yesterday too. Hopefully Tingting didn’t send to the wrong person.
Ann: Then Eileen keep asking him who the girl was….
I breathed easily now… If Eileen didn’t recognize the girl, then it must not be Tingting.
Ann: Then Bryan said it was our senior, Vivian. You know the one who everyday wear branded clothes, then drive SLK one? Our Comms 242 class that one. She dabao one, so redoing Comms 242 again.
Me: Yeah, I vaguely remember. She usually either pontang or she keeps to herself at one corner.
Ann: Yeah yeah… Anyways…
Eileen coughed and walked out into the living room. Bryan followed her like a dog. They couldn’t have possibly heard Ann’s whisper, so Eileen probably just got bored and wants to watch the TV.
Ann: Anyway, Eileen confronted Bryan, and Bryan said he got to ‘know’ Vivian cos she had dropped her textbook and Bryan helped her pick it up. Then sometime back when we went for break, Vivian had written her number on a piece of paper and put it in between the pages of Bryan’s textbook.
Ann: So Bryan found it and started to message her lah. He claims he has not touched Vivian at all, and it’s just Vivian keeps sending him messages like that to tempt him. Eileen was so upset she didn’t want to hear and believe what he says. So she has been ignoring him until now.
Yivonne stopped her cooking and came over.
Yivonne: Jun arh… You better be careful arh… Afterall, you’re also another of those xiao xian rou (translated from Chinese: ‘fresh meat’ a term PRC ladies use to describe young male hotties)
Instantly I knew why it affected Eileen so much, most likely it was partly because of what she saw in BKK. Tingting and I together there. And it affected her because she now perceived that someone is trying to tempt Bryan away from her. Tingting didn’t really attempted to pull me away from Kim though. But in her current state of mind, will she blurt out that I was in BKK with Tingting to Kim, and try to ‘warn’ Kim?
Yivonne went back to cooking, and she started to boil the linguine pasta. Ann took the opportunity to stroke my thighs and my dick now that no one looking at us. She shot me an impish look and a devious smile as she felt my dick erect.
Suddenly, someone knocked at the door. Ann stopped stroking and looked towards the door.
Yivonne: Oh, he must be here.
Ann: Who?
Yivonne: Joel.
Ann: What the fuck?! How come he is here?
Yivonne: I asked him to come. So Kim and Jun can have their time together.
Ann: Wah lau!!! Shit you lah Yivonne!!! My pussy itch don’t know how many days liao!!! I hate you, Yivonne…. I really do! Hmph!
Yivonne laughed and Bryan opened the door, letting Joel enter. Joel looked very different from his usual self. Joel had cut his hair trendily short at the sides, and combed the longer top sleekly. He wore contact lenses and his complexion looks a lot better than in the past when there was always 1 or 2 pimples on his face. His dressing sense has also improved, he wore a white T-shirt under a flannel shirt, and straight cut jeans. Ugly duckling has grown up somewhat.
Joel: Erm… Er… hi guys! Erm… Yivonne asked me to join you all for a swim…
Yivonne shouted from the kitchen.
Yivonne: Come in! Come in! Ann has been waiting for you!
If looks could kill, Yivonne would have died a thousand times from Ann’s death stare. Joel took off his shoes and socks, then closed the door and came into the kitchen.
Joel: Hi Jun, hi Ann, I hope you don’t mind me joining yall today… Ann, are you ok?
Ann’s face was very black and she wasn’t happy at all.
Ann: Fine. I’m just fine.
Yivonne: Erm, Joel, come help me with lunch. Ann isn’t feeling too good.
Joel looked at Ann, then knelt down in front of her.
Joel: Ann, you ok? What happened? Stomachache? Indigestion?
Everyone in the kitchen could see that Joel really liked Ann a lot, and he really cared for her. I guessed even Ann could feel it. Her wall started to crack.
Ann: Urgh… Come with me.
Ann got up and dragged Joel into the guestroom and shut the door, locking it. Yivonne looked at me and shrugged.
Yivonne: Sometimes I really don’t understand that bimbo. Lol. I can tell she got a bit like Joel also, but she keep denying.
Me: Give them time bah.
The bedroom door opened, and a blurry-eyed Kim stumbled out rubbing her eyes. She sleepily greeted everyone, then came into the kitchen and sat on my lap and hugged me. She rested her head on my shoulder and snoozed. Yivonne looked at her, and shook her head with a smile.
Soon, sounds of love-making were coming from the guestroom, and it woke Kim up. Kim looked at the direction of the guestroom with a frown and asked me who were inside.
Me: Ann… and Joel…
Kim: Joel? Ann and him together?
I shrugged, and Kim looked at Yivonne, who also shrugged.
Kim: Eh! Tell me!
Me: We don’t know!
Yivonne: All we know is that Ann is in heat, and she couldn’t target Jun in front of Joel. So she dragged Joel into the room. She’s probably relieving herself now. Poor Joel, I wonder how will he hold up. Maybe you should teach him some skills, Jun. He’ll never match up to Ann’s expectations in bed.
Sure enough, the grunting from the room seems to have died down significantly. 10mins later, the door opened, and Ann walked out. Her hair was in a mess, and her clothes needed some adjustment. Joel came out shortly after her, buckling his belt and looking at the floor, as if he was embarrassed.
Ann went to my fridge and opened a can of beer and chugged it down.
Ann: Good morning, Kim! You look like you had a rough night.
Ann emphasized on the word ‘rough’.
Kim: Yeah, it was a bit hard to sleep last night. Jun snored quite loudly.
Ann: Well, yeah… If I were you, I wouldn’t be sleeping well with Jun beside either….
Obviously, Ann meant it another way.
Yivonne called out to Eileen and Bryan, that lunch was almost ready. She had been hard at work cooking lunch without any help at all. There was now a flurry of action as everyone started to take out plates and set the table with cutlery. Ann tried to get close to me, and initiated body contact whenever she could. It seems she wasn’t fully satisfied by Joel.
Lunch was relatively quiet, as Eileen’s mood still hasn’t improved, and Ann wasn’t really pleased with Joel too, although he kept offering his scallops to Ann, because he knew Ann loved scallops. Everytime he offered, she gave a face as if she was annoyed. I mentally made a note to speak to Ann about her behavior towards Joel. It wasn’t fair to Joel at all. Yivonne caught my eye and glances as well, and she kicked my foot to let me know she’s on to it.
After the subdued lunch, we let Yivonne take a break and we cleaned up and did the dishes. Kim went to do our laundry, and Bryan and Eileen went back to their corner. At least now, they are talking in low tones, although Eileen kept her arms folded below her breasts. Yivonne caught my eye, and brought Ann into the guestroom to talk to her.
With that, I took 2 cans of beer from the fridge and offered one to Joel, and brought him out to the corridor outside my unit to speak to him.
Me: Yo… how did it go just now?
Joel: You mean the… before lunch that….
Me: Yah….
Joel: Well… I don’t know… I thought I did ok… I lasted quite a while, but, I think Ann isn’t satisfied still.
Me: Did you do foreplay?
Joel: Foreplay?
Me: Yeah foreplay…
Joel: What’s foreplay?
I raised my palm to my face and rubbed it gingerly. Then I told him to wait while I went to get my macbook. When I returned, I went to a porn site and searched for foreplay, then showed the video to him.
Joel: Eh… this is porn…
Me: No shit, Sherlock. This is where you learn how to be good in bed. And you better learn as much as you can if you want to please Ann in bed. You can forget about being her boyfriend if you can’t satisfy her sexual appetite. And my friend, Ann’s appetite is voracious.
Joel looked at the scenes and gulped. The teasing of the breasts, the fingering, the rubbing of all the sensitive areas. The licking of the woman’s pussy. He flinched at that.
Joel: Is that even hygienic?!
Me: Does Ann suck your cock?
Joel: Erm… yes…
Me: Did she complain about hygiene?
Joel: Erm… No… But, the first time, she… she… well, she got down, then she stood up again and then brought me to the shower. Then she pulled my foreskin back and rubbed away some yellowish stuff that collected under my foreskin under running water. Ever since then, I make it a point to wash that area everytime I bathe.
Me: If she is that particular about hygiene, don’t you think you can trust her to keep herself clean?
Joel: Erm… I guess…
Me: Dude, if you’re gonna be satisfying your girl, you gotta use every weapon that is available to you. And you got to constantly ‘research’ to find new methods, or go deeper into exploring your individual kinks. This is especially important if your partner is Ann. So if you’re not willing to bite the bullet and lick her pussy, you’re discarding a very powerful weapon and putting yourself at a disadvantage.
Joel: Ok, I understand. But… how? I mean, you will teach me?
Me: All you need to know is in porn. Just watch more porn and learn.
Joel: Ok. Later when I get home, I see if I can shift my computer into my room.
Me: You don’t have laptop meh?!?!
Joel: Oh yah hor… But the graphics?
Me: Fuck the graphics lah friend! Your laptop resolution is good enough for porn. You don’t need what SLI lah hallo! You’re not playing World of Warcraft 40men raid!
Joel: ok ok… relax man… here, drink some beer…
We clacked our cans and I took a long chug out of it, draining almost half the can in one gulp. Joel thought he had to ta the beer so he chugged as well, then cough as he couldn’t take the gas after 1/3 of a can.
Previously on My SYT Korean Coursemate/Neighbour:
We clacked our cans and I took a long chug out of it, draining almost half the can in one gulp. Joel thought he had to ta the beer so he chugged as well, then cough as he couldn’t take the gas after 1/3 of a can.
Joel: *cough cough* *BURP* *cough* *BURRRRRP* damn… how you all drink these things so fast?!
Me: Train… just like foreplay…. The more you do it, the better you become at it. By the way, you need to learn how to tell what Ann likes and what she doesn’t when you do foreplay on her. If she gasps and moans, she likes it. If she has no reaction, whatever you are doing is not working, and you need to change pattern.
Joel: Ok… thanks for the pointers… It’s just that, y’know, I didn’t envision love to be like this. I’ve always thought that I will meet a nice girl, we’ll go out watch movie and date and then get married then have sex. Not like now not even together with Ann then we having sex already.
Me: The world is changing. There are still goody-two-shoes girls out there. But Ann is not one of them. She’s her own person. You like her, you’ll have to deal with her uniqueness. If you can’t catch up with her, then she’s not the one for you, plain and simple. If you prefer the goody-two-shoes type, then Ann is not the one for you, and you should just give her up.
Joel thought for a while, then drank his beer slowly. I left him and walked back into the apartment. Bryan had left Eileen, and was helping Kim mop the kitchen floor. He was uncharacteristically quiet. I went up to Eileen, held her hand, and asked her if she was ok. She was shocked initially, but recovered quickly.
Eileen: Yeah, I’m ok I guess. It’s just that I find it harder to trust Bryan now, with all the attention he has been getting from girls. And somemore, he is not exactly the type who readily shows his love. Sometimes I just don’t feel any different from the rest of the girls, since he pays all of us the same amount of attention.
Me: What you need is security, and he isn’t giving it, am I right?
Eileen: Yes… Finally, a guy who understands… Ah what the hell… This is not the first time I’m dealing with such things. I caught him before, messaging other girls from god-knows-where. I’ve also stalked him a couple of times after he said he was going to sleep, but I followed him to some other people’s place. I managed to see a couple of them, and they were other girls. God knows what the heck they were doing.
Me: mmhmm….
Eileen: We’ve been quarreling over these things for so long… so long… and so often nowadays that I feel like I have had enough… Each time, he tells me he will take note, he will change, but each time, he will let me down… I just want someone who will treat me nicely, be faithful to me. Is that so hard to ask?
Me: You want me to talk to him?
Eileen: It’s ok. We are taking a break. I told him I need some time to think. But the more I think, the more hopeless about the relationship I feel…
Fresh tears began to form at her eyes. I patted her head.
Me: You want a drink?
Eileen: Something strong will be good. Thanks.
I walked into the kitchen and pulled out a Macallan 18yr which I had hid behind some of the cheaper whiskey. It was one of the special ones in my stash of single-malt. I poured a finger of it for Eileen, then thought about it, and gulped the finger down. Then I poured two fingers for Eileen and put the bottle back into the little dark corner. I closed the cabinet and brought the glass to Eileen.
Eileen took the glass, took a sniff, and nearly teared from the burning feeling of the alcohol in her nostrils.
Eileen: *cough* whoa…. That’s some strong stuff there.
Me: Good stuff too… Only the best for you.
Eileen smiled and took a sip, then another sip. She wasn’t used to strong liquor. But she felt that she needed it now, which was perfectly expected from such a situation.
Yivonne opened the guestroom door and came out with Ann. Ann went to my room and lay down on my bed, while Yivonne came over and spoke to me.
Yivonne: I told her off already. Told her that Joel was being nice to her, and the least she could do is to be civil to him. Well, I conceded that I should have asked for her approval before I invited Joel. But still…
Eileen: They will never work out… Too different…
Yivonne: Yeah, I also think so. But I think Joel is really trying hard.
Me: Try how hard, cannot means cannot. Can bring cow to the water, but the cow dowan to drink, you also cannot do anything. If now already so incompatible, the future will be worse for both of them.
Eileen finished up the remaining whiskey, about a finger, with a gulp, then bent forward and teared as the whiskey burned her throat. Then she went to the kitchen to rinse the glass after she recovered, leaving Yivonne and I at the corner.
Me: Your chance with Bryan might be here now. Eileen just called it quits with Bryan, says she wants a break to think things through, and she’s not optimistic.
Yivonne: Are you serious?!
Me: Dead serious.
Yivonne: But… no lah, I can’t just jump in like that… Unless they really break for good… And even then, I probably should ask Eileen if she’s ok with it…
Me: That will be the right way to do it. But just note that you have heavy competition. From what Eileen told me, he’s not the faithful type.
Yivonne: But I believe Bryan never do anything with Vivian lah. Maybe just sexting only, but nothing physical.
Me: Just be aware if you really want to go for him lor.
Joel came back into the apartment then threw his empty beer can away. He then picked up his bag and came over to me.
Joel: Jun, thanks for letting me come over, but I think I’ll go home now. I think I need some time to think things through.
Another one that needs to do some thinking.
I looked at him, and I understand the conflict he is going through.
Me: Ok man, take all the time you need to think. See you in class tomorrow.
Joel said thanks then left.
Kim and Bryan have finished cleaning the kitchen, and Kim said she is ready for a swim. They all took turns to change out to their swimwear, except Ann and I. Ann was asleep, and I had to wrap the wantons and make the char siew for tonight’s dinner.
As the rest went down, I closed the door, then went to the bedroom. Ann was sleeping soundly. I covered her with the comforter, then went to the kitchen to begin my work.
I took out the pork shoulder meat, and started to marinate it lightly. Then I coated it thickly with the charsiew sauce and placed it in my turbobroiler to roast it.
Next was the minced meat for the dumpling. While I left the pork fat in the frying pan to fry over slow fire to get the lard, I seasoned the minced pork with dashes of pepper and light soya sauce. I mixed in a little hua tiao wine and corn flour. Lastly, I added some sesame oil so that the meat was even more fragrant. Chopping up some spring onions, water chestnut, and Chinese mushrooms, I mixed them in with the meat and made sure it’s all evenly mixed. I usually added chopped shrimps to give the dumplings an extra crunch, but I didn’t because I’m not sure if any of them had an allergy.
My bedroom door opened and Ann stumbled out, scratching her tummy as she entered the kitchen. She stretched and yawn loudly. Her hair was now even messier and reminded me of a lion.
Ann: Jun? Where are the others?
Me: They all went swimming. Joel went home, cos he felt unwanted by you.
Ann: What? Seriously?!
Me: Yeah. He was nice to you. You should have treated him better. He could tell you are like annoyed at him, but he doesn’t understand why because he had been nice to you.
Ann: zzzz… I wasn’t in a good mood because Yivonne lah! Never ask me then just suka suka invite him… Then I wanted to have sex with you, but Joel here means I have to think of his feelings and can’t just pull you into the room… Then I make do with him, but I didn’t even have a single orgasm… He came just 5mins after we started, and he thinks that is it, nothing more that he knows how to do… no cuddling, no foreplay, no making up for finishing faster than me. He wanted to kiss me, but I super no mood already. You’d think he would learn something after so long. I cannot, Jun. I cannot take it. You ask me to give you up for him. No can do. It’s like letting me drive a GTR, then after a while, ask me to drive a Perodua.
I can’t help but laugh at her analogy. I never knew Ann was into cars. Everytime I thought I figured Ann out, she shows a side of herself that no one knew. I wrapped up the bowl of minced meat with clingwrap, then went to collect the lard from the frying pan and separated out the crispy fried pork fat bits so I could throw a few pieces into the noodles later for an extra crunch.
Ann made herself useful by helping me to rinse the frying pan. She then sat down on the chair and was about to open the packet of wanton skins to start wrapping the wantons. But I had other plans in mind. I took the bowl of minced pork and put it in the fridge.
I walked to her and held her hand, then gently tugged at it. She looked up at me with utter confusion in her eyes. “What..?”
Me: C’mon…
Ann: Why? Where are we going?
She got up and followed me as I held her hand and brought her into the bedroom. I sat her down gently on the bed, and pushed her down slowly.
She seemed to get the idea, and her hands reached up to hold my shoulder and my side. She raised her head and I leaned in to kiss her. A peck on the lips turned into a liplock, and a liplock into a french kiss. Her tongue probed hungrily, pushing its way into my mouth to find mine, to entwine itself with mine in a tongue symphony.
I held the back of her head as we kissed, and my other hand reached under her shirt to grope at her half-cup satin bra, touching the top mounds of her large breasts. Ann let out a muffled moan as her hands felt up my back and my abs. My hand that was groping her breast found the front clasp of her Victoria’s Secret bra, and I opened the clasp, letting her bra burst open as her breasts were released from their cage.
Ann’s hands moved to my berms, and she tugged both my berms and boxers down to my mid thigh before she raised her legs and used her feet to push them down all the way. We broke our kiss and I pulled her shirt and bra off in one sleek move. Ann then wriggled out from under me, and she stood up. Her hands frantically pulled down both her shorts and panties together and she used her feet to flick them aside.
Now that both of us were totally naked, she walked in front of me swiftly and pushed me down onto the bed. She followed behind closely, mounting me and straddling across my hips. Ann bent down and kissed me furiously, her tongue working nonstop, either licking my chin and lips, or fighting with my tongue.
Her hand gently massaged my dick, feeling it up sensually. I grabbed her breast with my left hand, squeezing the mounds of flesh gently, and pinching her nipple lightly. My right hand snaked down in between her legs, and gently located her clitoris. My fingers then went to work as I rubbed the area with her vaginal secretions, and lubricated it. Gently, my fingers rubbed circles around her clitoris, and Ann’s breathing became harder.
She repositioned herself, lying on the bed off to the side, with her lower body nearer to me, and her head near my crotch. Grabbing my dick, she brought her eager mouth down on it. Her luscious lips wrapped around my dick, and I saw it slowly slide down the length of my dick, and then back up again, leaving a trail of saliva. She worked hard at it, giving me the best blowjob she can muster.
My fingers continued to rub and tease her tender bits. I slipped two fingers into her vagina, and felt them slide in effortlessly. I fingered her gently for a while, then I stuck the fingers deep in and curled them, feeling for her g-spot. A hesitation at the blowjob and slight moan told me I found it, and I rubbed away at it with my fingers. It drove Ann crazy as she kept squirming her lower body.
She couldn’t concentrate properly on giving me the blowjob as the seconds ticked by. Her lips lost grip on my dick, and more and more saliva coated my dick as she lost suction too. She couldn’t take it anymore.
Swiftly, she changed positions again, straddling me once again. Holding my raging cock with one hand, she guided it home, towards her wet, hungry vagina. Contact was made as the tip of my dick caught onto the entrance of her vagina, and she slowly sat down on it, pushing my dick further and further in.
“URRNNNGGHHHH!!!” Ann moaned and raised her head upwards to look at the ceiling as I penetrated her fully.
She rested her hands on my chest, and she gyrated her hips up and down. My dick moved in and out of her warm, moist vagina, and I can feel every inch of contact with her warm walls. It felt so comfortable.
As the euphoria of sex started to flood her, she found that she can no longer rest her hands on my chest to support herself. She yearned for more body contact. She slid her hands upwards as she lay down on me. Her hands reached around my neck and she pressed her warm body against mine, squishing her full C cup breasts between our bodies. Her mouth reached my neck, and started to kiss my neck lightly. She roamed with her mouth, and it soon found mine, and our lips locked once again, and her tongue slithered into my mouth.
I grabbed the sides of her hips as I began to pump my hips upwards, driving my dick fully into her again and again. She refused to break the liplock, and muffled moans kept escaping from her mouth. Her eyebrows knitted into a frown, as she tried to control the immense pleasure flooding through her body.
I could tell she was near. Very near. Her body had started to tense up, and her body was coated in perspiration. Her breathing was coming in ragged breaths that were cut off by sudden excitement from our movements. Yet, she still wouldn’t give up and kept my lips in a lock with hers, and continued bouncing her hips against mine.
Then the next moment, she broke the lip lock and raised her head.
“HURRRGHHH ERRNNNGGGG!!!!”
I felt the sudden tight squeeze as her vaginal muscles contracted violently. I was already near as well, and the continuing thrusts and contractions of her vagina drove me over the edge as I shot my load deep inside her after I had pushed in violently and felt the tip of my dick contact with her cervix.
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH……!!!!” Ann moaned loudly as she felt my load fill her up, and my dick twitching violently inside her. She collapsed on me completely, and her hot breath blew against my neck. There was the musky odour of sex in the room, but there was also a slight coppery smell, like that of blood.
I gently pushed her to the side, and sat up. Then I realized why. She was bleeding from her vagina. It wasn’t the fresh, bright red, flowing blood. Instead, it was a dark red, almost maroon, and slightly coagulated ooze.
Me: Ann, are you expecting your period soon?
Ann muttered something unintelligible amidst her heavy breathing. I brought my head nearer to her and asked her again.
Ann: y..y..yes….. supposed… to.. be… yes… terday…
Oh dang it! I have menses on my bedsheets now… I scooped her into my arms, and carried her into the bathroom and lay her down on the shower floor, then I rinsed off the blood that coated my dick. Then I went back to gather my sheets, and used chlorox to rub against the stains before throwing it all into the washing machine and added a generous amount of detergent and set it to wash immediately. Second set of sheets in a week.
I went back to the shower and helped Ann onto her feet, then she hugged me tightly as I turned on the tap and we bathed together. As I lathered her body up, I noticed some subtle changes in her figure in the past 6 months. Her little bits of baby fat had disappeared, and her thighs were more toned now. She has been working out.
Just looking at her backview, she looks almost like a doppelganger of Tingting. They have similar figures now that Ann shaved off her baby fats. Tingting’s skin was better, and her butt was a bit more perky. But the differences were so negligible that from a distance of 25meters, Ann and Tingting could be twins when viewed from the back.
I rinsed the soap away from Ann’s body, and she turned to face me. Ann had a more squarish face compared to Tingting. Tingting’s was longer and she had a pointier chin. Ann had thicker eyebrows as well, and she usually put eyeliner because her lashes were average length. Tingting could escape with not putting eyeliner for events sometimes because her eyelashes were long.
Family background wise, the similarities with Tingting ended.
Sry guys, planned to update today, but caught my son’s flu thus resting at home. Will update on monday when i get back to office. My thumbdrive with the file is in office. Have a good weekend all.
Good morning bros… Wah piang eh… My son’s flu sibeh geng… 4 days of enforced rest already and still not recovered fully. Don’t know issit nowadays the virus all getting stronger or limpeh getting old. But no choice, have to go back to work to make sure everything is running smoothly. Hate flu the most sial, cos the nose and sinus blocked, cannot breathe properly, then sometimes leaking, meet client also jin kangkor. Anyway, back to the story~~
Previously on My SYT Korean Coursemate/Neighbour:
I rinsed the soap away from Ann’s body, and she turned to face me. Ann had a more squarish face compared to Tingting. Tingting’s was longer and she had a pointier chin. Ann had thicker eyebrows as well, and she usually put eyeliner because her lashes were average length. Tingting could escape with not putting eyeliner for events sometimes because her eyelashes were long. Family background wise, the similarities with Tingting ended.
Ann came from a single-parent family. Her father had an affair, and left her mum. Her older brother married at 20, having impregnated his gf when she was 17. They then got married after the child was delivered, and they live together with his in-laws now.
Ann stayed with her mum in a 3-room flat. Her mum works at a government-linked corporation, and draws quite a good salary, which allowed Ann to be able to study in this expensive course of ours. In addition to the hefty school fees, Ann’s mum also made sure she had whatever she wanted. When Ann wanted a gaming rig, her mum bought her an Alienware machine with the latest specs. When Ann started schooling, her mum bought her a macbook pro, so she could use it for her studies. When Ann wanted to join the photography club in school, her mum bought her a brand new Cannon EOS camera, and two additional lenses.
Perhaps buying all these things was part of her way of making up to Ann, who had to see her parents fight and quarrel every night during her formative years. During a presentation in class on the topic of self-worth, Ann had built up the courage, and shared about how she had to deal with classmates talking behind her back, and other parents giving her and her mum looks during parent-teacher meetings in upper primary and secondary school. Finally, after her O level exams, her parents signed the documents, and her dad shifted out to stay with the woman, never to be heard from again.
A deep scar across her wrist marked where she had slit her wrists a month after the divorce. Her mum had come home one night after OT to the sight of Ann lying on the floor in a pool of blood, in front of her bed which she fell down from after losing consciousness. Luckily, her mum didn’t forget the first aid training that her eager girl’s guide daughter had taught her during happier times.
Ann’s mum had applied a tourniquet to Ann’s arm to stem the bleeding, and tied a bandage tightly around the wound while waiting for the ambulance to arrive. Ann was saved that night, after a massive blood transfusion. Mother, son, and daughter had hugged and cried after Ann woken up, well, mother and daughter really. The son had a few choice words for his foolish sister, but patted her head and gave her a big hug with tears in his eyes later.
Since that day, her mum totally stopped working overtime, in order to go home and cook dinner and eat with Ann, and to listen to Ann share about her day. Her brother also regularly comes home to join them for dinner, bringing her niece to meet her and the mum. Ann’s sister-in-law is a lovely lady who dotes on Ann and goes shopping with Ann from time to time too.
In the months after she was discharged, she had devoted a lot of her time into gaming, programming, and photoshop skills to distract herself from unhappy thoughts. Not to mention, porn. That was why she had become a nymphomaniac. It started with her fingering herself in JC1. By the end of JC1, she had a whole arsenal of dildos and vibrators at home in her stash of various shapes and sizes.
In JC2, she would go out with her classmates in a group. And then she learnt to trust people again. There were some guys who liked her, and they went out together. Ann would quickly determine if she trusted the guy by the first three dates. She will only fuck the guy after the 3rd date, but she never really committed into any relationships.
During a presentation in one of the psych modules that we had to do, there was a presentation that we had to do on mental illnesses. Ann represented our group and spoke about depression. She shared about the fights and the divorce of her parents, the bullying she received in primary and secondary school, as well as the suicide attempt to the class. She received a standing ovation from the class when she concluded that you are the one who determines your own value, and not others, so whatever others say don’t matter, for you know best.
She’s come a long way since. I was her favourite confidante after Yivonne, and her choice pick for a fuckbuddy. But I know also that she would be ready to settle down, if her partner was me, or someone similar. She had said that before in no uncertain terms, and I know that I had won her trust fully. But, I’ve only just known Ann, and I’ve known Tingting for a longer time, and I’ve also made a promise to Tingting. Additionally, if I told Ann straight up, I don’t know if I will cause her to go back to her old self. Maybe Ann’s feelings for me was just a crush, and it will pass with time. I know I was hoping for it.
Ann stepped out of the shower and dried herself up. She put a thick, long pad on her panties, and wore it, followed by the rest of her clothes. I then came out of the shower and dried myself. Before I could get dressed, Ann hugged me from behind and rested her cheek against my shoulder.
Ann: Jun, thanks for picking up Joel’s slack and giving me the satisfaction and release that I needed.
Me: No problem. It’s been a while anyway.
Ann hugged me tighter and gave me a kiss on the cheek before breaking off and walking back to the bedroom. As she walked, she said out loud but without turning around to face me.
Ann: Jun…
Me: Yeah?
Ann: Joel won’t work.
Me: I know.
Ann: Guess I’m back to you and Bryan.
Me: mmhmmm…
Ann: Don’t worry… I just want sex from you both… Bryan can’t be trusted in a relationship, and I’ve come to terms that your heart doesn’t belong to me.
I turned around and looked at her. She was seated on the bed and looking at me.
Ann: Even if Kim wasn’t here, I would have my hands full fending Tingting away.
Me: Why do you say that?
Ann: Jun, I’m not stupid. I saw the way you and Tingting look at each other. Something happened between you both in the past, and its still there. If Kim wasn’t here, you would be together with her. The only chance I have is that she gets attached to someone else, and you fall back to me. But no matter. If that happens, I’m never gonna let you go. You will see how great a lover I can be.
Me: Ann…
Ann: Don’t say another word. Tut tut. I’m not reserving myself for you only. If some hot, nice guy comes and chase me and wins my heart successfully, you just gotta deal with it and know that you have lost someone who could be special to you. It’s my win, and your loss.
I shrugged my shoulders and put on my clothes, then headed to the kitchen to begin wrapping the wantons. Ann followed me and gave me a hand with the wrapping of the wantons. She helped with maybe 6 wantons, before she washed her hands and began to reply to a torrent of SMSes. A quick peek at her screen told me that it was Joel. He had composed like an essay in SMS. Either he had a lot of free messages to burn, or he was burning a hole in his pocket. I wrapped the last of the wantons, and got up to rinse the bowl.
Ann: Joel called it quits. He says he cannot keep up with my sex drive and my behavior is driving him insane. Says here “I liked you, but I don’t think we are compatible at all. Not while you’re like this. It’s better that we are just friends for now. I don’t want sex with you either. I don’t think it’s right unless we’re together at least.”
Me: Hmmm… Okay. Better that way. Looks like your plan of corrupting him didn’t succeed much.
Ann: He’s too old-fashioned. Now what era already, he still in the ancient era where get married then can have sex. At least I took his virginity.
There was some noise at the main door and Kim opened the door, then came in, with Bryan, Yivonne and Eileen in tow. Bryan and Eileen went to shower first, in different bathrooms. Meanwhile, I took out the gloriously charred and awesomely sweet smelling char siew from the turbobroiler and Ann helped me slice the char siew after we let it rest for 15mins. I then started cooking the noodles as Kim filled me in on what happened during the swim just now, and Ann filled Yivonne in on Joel.
Eileen and Bryan totally didn’t talk to each other during the swim just now, and Kim kept Eileen company while Yivonne talked to Bryan. There was quite some animosity between Eileen and Bryan, and Kim wasn’t sure why, but she could guess. I told her what Eileen told me, and Kim sighed.
Yivonne also sighed when she learnt about Joel’s reply. I don’t know why she was so interested to see Ann and Joel together. Could it be because she perceived Ann as a competitor and wanted Ann out of the market first?
Bryan was done first, and Yivonne went ahead with her shower, while Kim proceeded to shower 5mins later, when Eileen emerged from the master bedroom toilet.
Dinner was served, and we tried to keep the mood jovial. But everytime Bryan or Eileen spoke, the other party will look down at his or her food and cast a solemn look. Eileen and Kim helped to wash up the dishes, and Bryan excused himself to go home first.
Soon after, Eileen cried and poured her heart out to all of us, and we took turns to console her. When Eileen finished sobbing 2hrs later, she asked for a glass of alcohol. I opened a bottle of Oyster Bay and poured her a glass. After she was done with it, 15mins later, she decided to leave. Yivonne and Ann got up as well to send Eileen home, and before they stepped out of the house, Eileen looked at the Oyster Bay I was cradling, and asked if she could have the whole bottle. I parted with the bottle immediately, willingly, knowing that she needed it for the road and for the night.
Kim and I then retired to the bed for the night, but we were not in the mood for any shenanigans after what began as a happy day ended with a breakup, well, two, if Ann’s semi-relationship with Joel counted. We fell asleep almost immediately.
Tuesday
First day of school always sucked for me. I always wake up late, the lifts always take longer to come, the roads will always be jammed, every traffic light will be red, and Traffic Police will be everywhere to prevent speeding. Today was no exception. Kim and I blundered into class 15mins after class had started, and earned an earful from the visiting professor. She did let it slide though, as it was the first day of the term. But we were also made to understand that the both of us were on very tight leashes.
This particular module had a mix of 1st, 2nd and 3rd year students, as it was a core module for my programme, but also a popular elective module for those taking the other programmes. There were a lot of unfamiliar faces in the class. I did notice Vivian in the corner of the class, examining her elaborate nails. She caught me looking and smiled back. I quickly looked away.
Our group was still sitting together, but Eileen and Bryan were seated at opposite ends. From left to right, it was Bryan, Yivonne, Ann, Kim, Me, Eileen. Joel had taken a seat beside Eileen as well.
The professor droned on about public relations. She was telling us about media briefs, damage control, press conferences etc., things that we were expected to learn for that module, and also what are the examinables for the module. There was to be a group project whereby we will put into groups of 8, and each group will roleplay as a PR agency and release these deliverables according to the scenarios given.
When the lesson ended, we went to the cafeteria and had lunch. Joel had joined us, despite the presence of Ann. Over lunch, we discussed about the grouping, and we sounded everyone off, due to the split of Bryan and Eileen, and Ann and Joel, wondering if they are still able to work together.
Eileen looked at us, and then at Bryan, and mentioned that she has no problems being professional, even with Bryan around. Bryan looked at Eileen, then at us, and said the same. Ann looked at me and shrugged, indicating that she doesn’t care. Joel said it doesn’t matter to him anyway. So that makes us a group of 7. We’ll need one more.
A week later
Kim and I were early for the lesson this time round. We had entered the classroom at 8am, carrying in our breakfast of pork porridge. While we waited for the lesson to start at 8.30am, we ate our breakfast and greeted our classmates who streamed in. 10mins before lesson started, our group of 7 have already reached, and I noticed that Eileen and Bryan were now on talking terms again. Clearly they had used the week to get their break out of their systems. So were Ann and Joel.
I got up and disposed of our food containers in the rubbish bin outside the classroom, and then washed my hands before i returned to the classroom. When I returned, I saw a tall Eurasian guy speaking to my group. Ann saw me coming back and pointed at me.
Ann: Our boss is back! Ask him! Jun! This guy was asking if he can join our group!
Guy: Hi Jun, I’m Jacque, from the Business programme. I had difficulty finding a group after class last week because I don’t know anyone in the class. I asked around just now and heard from Ann that you have a vacancy, and I wondered if I could join your group.
I looked at the rest of the groupmates, and none of them had any objections, so I said ok. Jacque thanked us and returned to his seat. There was something a little off about him, other than he was very softspoken. I returned to my seat between Kim and Ann, and Ann nudged me.
Ann: Eh Jun, he’s quite cute leh! Got ang moh blood one.
Me: Something off about him leh…
Ann: Because he polite and speak softly?
Me: Yeah, and then some more, but I don’t know what.
Kim: His complexion is very good too! Smooth skin and no pimples or pockmarks!
Me: Yeah, and that. But something else is off still. Oh well, maybe my 6th sense off a bit today.
Prof Linda entered the class at 8.28am and connected her laptop to the projector. When the clock turned 8.30am, she began her lecture. Such a stickler to timing. 3mins later, Vivian walked in, dressed in a cropped top, miniskirt, and 4-inch heels. She got a death stare from Prof Linda, who had stopped the lesson at the interruption. Vivian gave a half-hearted apology and made her way to the corner at the backrow. Her dressing, from top to bottom including accessories, were all branded, and could possibly fund me a new motorcycle if sold. A wolf-whistle rang out from someone and it drove Prof Linda off the edge.
Prof Linda launched into a tirade and gave us a ear-splitting, brain-mushing 30min lecture on punctuality, proper decorum and dressing for lessons, and the need for the rise of feminism and how ladies should not subject themselves to become objects of sex to the lewd males. While she went on and on, Ann looked at herself. She was dressed in an oversized cardigan and baggy sweatpants. She had her hair tied up in a messy, half-fucked bun, and her thick, black plastic glasses were sliding down the bridge of her nose.
Ann (whispering to me): I certainly don’t fall under her categorization.
Me: Not like this, you don’t.
Ann ahm cheoed and gave me a seductive look. Luckily, Kim wasn’t looking nor paying attention to us.
At the end of Prof Linda’s tirade, she asked Vivian to see her after class, and then returned back to the lecture. Vivian opened her mouth big and yawned without covering her mouth in boredom, very nearly triggering another tirade from Prof Linda.
The first assignment was given that day. In our groups, we were to pretend we were a PR company handling either Ren Ci or NKF in the wake of their Rev Ming Yi and TT Durai scandals, and we were to come up with press releases for media outlets. Our key objectives were to defuse the anger of the public, to win back trust for the institution.
The end of the lesson came finally, and since Prof Linda will be grilling Vivian in the lecture theater, we decided to have a quick group meeting outside the LT. Everyone else filtered out the two doors at breakneck speed as well, trying to get as far away from Prof Linda as possible.
Jacque joined us outside as we briefly went through the requirements of the group assignment. Kim shared a few URLs where we could read up on the Ren Ci case, which was the one we picked. Jacque suggested in his soft voice that we should consider an angle from that of their shareholders so we can tweak the press release to address that partly too. We agreed to do our own research, then meet at my place the next day for groupwork. Kim told Jacque our address, and he noted it down, saying that he stays nearby at Balestier.
As Jacque waved bye and walked off, I got a good look at him. He was wearing skinny jeans, which by itself was nothing. But then I noticed the way he walked, it had a feminine gait. His choice of bag was a man bag. Bryan saw what I was looking at.
Bryan: Like a bit
guniang
(feminine) hor?
Me: A bit…
Ann: Where got?! He’s just metrosexual ok?! This type of thing you brutes won’t know de lah!
Bryan: Eh Ann, your taste also change very fast hor? From jocks like Jun and me, to nerds like Joel, no offense Joel, and then now to ‘metrosexual’ guys like Jacque.
Ann: Diam lah Bryan! Li buey hiao one!
We went our separate ways after that, going home separately to start researching on our parts. Kim and I spent the whole afternoon researching the case and comparing notes, then we formed a preliminary plan of what details should go into the press release, and why, then did the same for the details that shouldn’t go in. We also had group conversation on msn messenger with Ann, Yivonne and Eileen on what they have found.
It was dinner time soon, and we logged off the computer and called it a day. Kim and I cooked instant noodles with eggs and luncheon meat with some kimchi, and we sat in front of the tv and ate the simple comfort food as the torrential rain roared outside. The temperature had dropped to a cool 22 degrees Celsius and even with the fan at speed 1, it felt like we had turned the air con on.
Dinner was soon done, and while Kim did the dishes, I did the laundry. Then we retreated to the bedroom and showered together. Sleep came a while later, at 10.30pm after a round of love-making.
Good morning bros! Next installment coming up!
After class the next day, we brought Joel and Jacque to Nam Kee Chicken rice at Thomson Road for lunch, before we adjourned to my place for the group meeting. Ann had sent Jacque an email the evening before and told him to bring swimwear as well. Ann told us how Jacque was so reluctant initially, but eventually caved in to her persistent requests.
Back at my place, we sat down around the coffee table and got started. With a group of 8, it got a bit too squeezy now, so a couple of us had to rest our laptops on our laps instead. We had a short discussion as most of the points that Kim and I had thought about were similar to what the rest had in mind. Very quickly, Kim typed out a press release draft and we all had a read through. Jacque made some amendments to it and we were all done with the first group assignment. We had started at 1.30pm, and we were all done by 3pm.
Bryan: Wah lau eh! If I knew Jun and Kim almost singlehandedly completed the press release, I would have gone to gym instead yesterday!
Jacque: Yeah, they are quite incredible, aren’t they? I had to shift my appointments to tomorrow as well, luckily they had slots left.
Ann: Appointments? What kind of appointments? Hot date?
Jacque (blushing): No.. no.. no hot dates, haha… Erm… they were grooming appointments..
Yivonne: Oh… for your dogs?
Jacque (caught by surprise): Oh.. no.. No… for myself…
Ann: Orh hor Yivonne! You called Jacque a dog!
Jacque laughed out loud and said it was ok as Yivonne apologized, as when she heard grooming, the first thing that came to mind was pet grooming, since seldom people use that term on themselves. It was then that Eileen pointed out that Jacque’s eyebrows were neatly groomed. Then Ann noticed Jacque’s fingernails and toenails were definitely mani and pedicured. Eileen then noted that Jacque had pierced both his ears, but never put the spacers.
Joel: Jacque, what do you do after school? Are you like a part-time model or something? That’s quite some serious grooming you do there…
Jacque looked down and said softly, “yeah… I guess it can be considered modelling. It’s just a side job to earn some additional pocket money.”
Joel: Maybe you can give me some grooming tips. Ann says that I’m too dorkish and that I can use some style.
Jacque laughed softly and said “Sure, I can give you some tips. Probably skincare products for a start.”
Kim and Yivonne then stood up.
Kim: Well, if yall are done, Yivonne and I will go get changed to swim now! The sun is shining and the pool is inviting!
We got up and took turns to change. The usual group of mine changed into stuff we had worn before, mainly bikinis and board shorts. Joel wore those swimming shorts, and Bryan told him to eat more whey and work out in the gym more. When Jacque came out, everyone stared for a while.
Jacque wore a rather flamboyant swimming trunks. His legs were smooth, there was not a single visible hair on his legs. It seemed that he goes for waxing too. His figure though… He wasn’t skinny, but… well… to put it simply, he had Yivonne’s figure, minus the faint 6-packs and boobs. He has nice shapely legs, a nice rounded butt, a slim waist and flat tummy, fair skin, all attributes for a good looking woman. But Jacque is a guy.
His upper body was not even built or toned like Bryan and mine. It was as if he had grown up not doing any upper body exercises. He had a flat chest and no ab lines. His arms were slender like a lady’s, and his deltoids were not built also. I realized he had almost no body hair, his legs and arms were smooth, as were his chest and armpits.
Bryan: Holy shit! Jacque, if you had long hair and I saw you from the back, I would have grabbed your ass, mistaking you for a woman!
Jacque gave a shy smile and laughed softly. Ann’s mouth was still opened, and the rest were still in some state of shock or trying to recover.
Jacque: It’s ok, it wouldn’t be the first time someone has said that.
Kim and Yivonne led the way and we went to the pool to swim. Jacque waded around for a while, but opted to lie down on the deck chair away from the sun instead. Ann joined him as she didn’t want him to get bored or feel left out. Yivonne, Bryan, Kim and I swam as a group, as we were faster swimmers, while Eileen and Joel took their time to swim.
As we swam, I saw Ann and Jacque engaged in an animated discussion. There were many times Ann raised her hand to cover her mouth in shock. I wondered what they were discussing.
After 2hrs, when the sun had begun to set, Jacque and Ann came back and join us. Since we had 4 girls and 4 guys now, we decided to have a friendly competition, a medley race whereby the guy will carry the girl on his shoulders and wade across the length of the pool, then the girl will carry the guy on her shoulders and wade back. The last couple will buy dinner for the whole group.
The pairing was done quickly, Bryan and Yivonne, Joel and Eileen, Jacque and Ann, and then Kim and I. At the count of 3, we were off, and I raced into the lead inches ahead of a rapidly charging Bryan. Jacque and Joel were left behind by some distance but they were progressing at similar pace. When Bryan and I reached the other end, Joel and Jacque still had a quarter of the length to go.
Yivonne changed over quickly and carried Bryan and charged off, taking over the lead. She was smart, lowering herself into the water so Bryan’s weight was reduced significantly. Kim didn’t know that, and she struggled to lift me up on her shoulders above the water surface. I told her to squat down and it took a while before she got it. By then, Ann and Eileen had caught up with us. Ann shot ahead towards Bryan and Yivonne, who had finished and were sitting at the edge of the pool shouting “DINNER! DINNER!”
Eileen and Kim raced each other hard. But in the end, because I was heavier than Joel, Kim lost by a few inches. Dinner was on Kim and I. The winners cheered and Kim smacked the water, but then took cue from me and clapped for the others also. Whether win or lose, we should always be gracious.
We got out of the pool and headed back to the condo to wash up. Since there were more people now, and Ann was complaining of hunger pangs, Kim opened up her house so we could use her bathroom as well. Jacque was naturally surprised that Kim and I were neighbours, and Ann filled him in on the story. While everyone else was showering, Kim and I called KFC delivery, and Sarpino’s delivery as well.
The timing on both deliveries were perfect. No sooner had Kim and I step out of the shower and got dressed, our phones rang and Bryan and I went down to collect both the pizzas and the chicken. The girls and Joel and Jacque cleared the dining table of stuff, and took out 8 plates and glasses.
Ann rummaged around my stash, and stumbled across my secret stash of good stuff. She quickly poured out a finger of the Macallan for everyone present and they drank it quickly before Bryan and I got back. Yivonne and Eileen were initially opposed to Ann’s opening of the Macallan, especially after Kim had told them sometime back that I guarded the Macallan with a zeal, but Ann assured them that if there was any heat from me, she will take it all. Eileen then opened the fridge and offered ice cold Heinekens or cokes.
As soon as Bryan and I returned and set the food on the table, Ann tore right into it and fished out a pepperoni pizza and a drumstick and scampered away to eat it. She took big bites and before the rest of us had taken our food, she was back for a second slice of the pizza. Ann had a voracious appetite, both for food and sex.
As we ate, we told Jacque more about ourselves as individuals, and then our adventures as a group. Jacque shared that his father was French, and his mum was Vietnamese. His dad was a veteran who survived the battle of Dien Bien Phu, and subsequently, brought his mum along with him when he went back to France as the French withdrew from Vietnam, only to be replaced by the Americans.
Back in France, his dad suffered PTSD from the war, and became an alcoholic. He struggled to work everyday, and Jacque’s mum did her part doing menial jobs to bring home some money. It wasn’t easy. A year after Jacque was born, his dad died of liver failure from all the alcohol abuse. His mum had managed to get a job as a nurse by then, and was able to put food on the table. While she worked, her off-duty colleagues helped to look after him.
The food was finished and the beer flowed freely now as Kim brought out more ice cold cans for everyone.
During his primary school days, his mum married another Frenchman. The man was nice to Jacque, treating him as his own son. Eventually, his stepdad was posted to Singapore for work, and the whole family came over, which was why Jacque ended up in our school.
Ann remarked that Jacque was very good-looking, especially due to his Eurasian features, as well as his violet eyes and natural brown hair. Then Yivonne teased Ann by suggesting that she ask Jacque to be her boyfriend.
Jacque laughed and put his hands up in a cross to say that it’s not happening. Ann pouted and asked why.
Jacque: Please don’t feel bad, but I don’t know you well enough!
Ann: It’s ok, let me sleep with him tonight, I’ll let him know me better!
We all laughed and Jacque asked if Ann was kidding. We all shook our heads and burst out in laughter again.
We chatted somemore, and since there was no lesson the next day, they all called home and told their parents they were staying over at my place and won’t be home. Since Kim has opened up her home this time, there were enough beds for everyone.
Naturally Kim and I will sleep together, and Ann clung onto Jacque and said they will take my guestroom. Bryan and Joel will share a bed, and Eileen and Yivonne will take the other.
As we turned in for the night and Kim climbed on top of me to ride me, I had no idea that Ann would find out something shocking that night, and will only reveal it in time to come.
The new day has arrived, and I sat at the dining table, eating my honey stars with milk. I had left Kim on the bed exhausted and sleeping after our morning workout. As I ate my breakfast, I remembered the events of the night before.
After we had brushed our teeth, I had climbed onto the bed clad only in my boxers. Kim had slid off her shorts and came out of the toilet walking slowly. Her hair fell down her face on one side, covering half of her face. She had walked up to the bed slowly while clasping her hands together against her chest like a shy little girl. Her virginal white panties peeked out under her t shirt. The sight was sexy as hell, and my dick started to stir under my boxers.
She rested her hands on the bed as she climbed on, inching closer to me with every second. As she crawled nearer to me, she used her fingers to trail along my leg up to my thigh, then up my abs and stopping at my chest. She sat down on my thighs, her groin barely touching the bulge at my crotch. Her left hand pressed down against my abs, and she brought her right hand up towards herself. She placed her index finger on her lips, and bit it lightly, all the while giving me a very sexy look.
I raised my hands and held her waist, rubbing up and down her sides. Then I slipped my hands under her shirt and pulled it off her gently.
Kim: I’ve been a naughty girl.
Fuck! My lust just grew by a few notches. As I threw her shirt to the side of the bed, I brought my hands back to her body, and worked her bra clasp quickly. As it unbuckled, she leaned forward and kissed me. Her bra fell onto my chest and I pulled it aside, then felt up her perky B cup breasts. Those soft, tender, grab-sized breasts that fitted nicely into my hands.
Kim’s hand felt its way down and snucked under my boxers, grabbing at my fully erected dick. She rubbed my dick up and down slowly, sensually as we tongue wrestled. The breast massage I was giving her slowly turned her on more and more. Her breathing got heavier. Perspiration began to coat her smooth skin, as well as mine.
She broke the kiss, and her body slithered down, bringing her head to above my dick. She tugged my boxers lightly, bit by bit, as she slowly removed the cage that was hiding my anaconda. Successfully removing my boxers, she threw it to one side and began to lick the bulging piece of meat in front of her face.
She took it slow, licking the shaft of my dick up and down, coating it with her saliva. Once my dick was fully coated with her saliva, she began to lick the tip of my dick, concentrating on running her tongue along the grooves of the dickhead and tickling it. Then bit by bit, she brought her head down on my dick. I could feel my dick pushing against her tongue, and then the roof of her mouth and the sides pressing against it. Then finally, I felt the dickhead press against the back of her throat as I was fully engulfed by her mouth.
Kim looked upwards at me while she had the entire length of my shaft in her mouth. Saliva was drooling down the sides of her lips. She looked back at my crotch and started to move her head up and down, slowly. As time past, she picked up momentum, and I rubbed her head with my right hand.
Kim: mmew mrike mmkit?
Me: What?!
Kim pulled my dick out of her mouth, and I saw the thick saliva coating it glisten in the soft light.
Kim: you like it?
Me: Oh… yes… you know I like it…
Kim smiled and stood up. “Too bad, that’s all there is!” I was about to protest when she began to pull her panties down.
Ohhhh……
My protest berhentied at my throat and ke belakang pusinged.
As she pulled her panties down, the center part stuck to her groin momentarily, then pulled away with a sliver of pussy juice. It got me all excited as her smooth waxed pussy was glistening with juices. My dick twitched in approval.
Once again, as Kim knelt back down on me, she bit her index finger in a act innocent, shy girl attempt. Her other hand grabbed my saliva-coated dick and positioned it against her pussy. She rubbed her pussy with my dick up and down a couple of times, making my dickhead part her labia. Then when my dickhead caught the entrance of her lovehole, she held it in place and lowered her body, her vagina engulfing my dick inch by inch.
Once my dick was fully within her, she grabbed her breasts and started to rock her hips back and forth, driving my dick up and down the length of her well-lubricated vagina. I held on to her hips to give her support and balance. Soft moans came from her with each movement.
Slowly, we worked up a sweat. Her perspiration beaded on her forehead and flowed down the sides of her cheeks slowly. Gathering at her chin, the sweat dropped down onto her chest with the momentum of her riding. Everytime she went up, there was no drop. Everytime she came back down and her hips hit mine, a drop of sweat will drop onto her breast. The sweat will then flow down her cleavage, and then her taut tummy. It was quite fascinating. It was like watching a river flow.
Kim brought her hands down onto my chest and leaned forward as her back grew tired of riding while sitting upright. It’s time for me to pick up my slack. I grabbed her hips and started to pump my hips up and down, exciting her with each thrust. Each time I thrusted, I could feel my dickhead pushing against her cervix. It served to drive her moan volume up. She hugged me extra tightly as she came, with a long moan to announce it to me.
I continued to thrust my hips into hers. Our breathing became heavier and heavier. Her moans continued became softer and more tired-sounding and I started to grunt as the exertion of raising my hips against her hips and supporting her weight at the same time took its toll on me. Her body jerked and she hugged me tightly again as another long, tired moan escaped, signaling another orgasm.
It took me another couple of minutes of thrusting before I gave up resisting and exploded deep inside Kim. I felt my cum gush out of my dick and fill her crevice. She moaned as she felt her womb being filled with warm cum. Kim lay down on me and hugged me. Her tired eyes blinked a couple of times, her eyes dazed and unfocused. Then she shut her eyes and her breathing slowed down gradually over the next few minutes. I stroked her hair and patted her head and back. Within minutes, she was fast asleep.
I rolled to my side and she fell off me onto the bed on her back. She didn’t stir. Her pussy oozed white creamy cum which I had deposited inside of her. I grabbed a tissue and wiped it up before it flowed onto the sheets. I walked to the bathroom toilet to wash up, then wore my boxers and stepped out of the room to get a drink from the kitchen. As I walked past the guest room, I noticed that the light was still on, and I pressed a ear against the door.
I could hear voices engaged in conversation inside. Ann’s voice was loud and clear, but Jacque’s was still soft and I struggled to hear clearly. It was no good, I was not able to decipher anything that Jacque said. I continued on my way to the kitchen and gulped down a glass of cold water. I spent about 15mins in the kitchen, staring out of the window while I drank a second glass of water.
I rinsed the cup and took a piss in the toilet before I walked back to my room noiselessly. As I passed the guest room, I noticed that the lights were now out, and I pressed a ear against the door to eavesdrop. There was no more talking. But there were soft moans coming from the room. I listened for a bit longer, and the soft moans continued. Occassionally, there would be gasps of air. Seems like there was some action going on in there. I went back to my room and lay down beside Kim and fell asleep. It’ll be a new day soon.
The rays of the sun shone into the room. Glancing at the clock, it was only 7am. Kim was laying on her side, her bare, smooth buttocks exposed. Some time during the night, she had kicked the comforter away. I got up and went to brush my teeth, and wash my face, feeling the cold water splash against my face, waking me up. Done, I pulled on my t shirt and went to the kitchen to make my breakfast.
I opened the cupboard, and saw that I had ran out of coco crunch. There was honey stars though, and I pulled the carton out to pour some onto my bowl. It was then I noticed. My Macallan. It was previously at half a bottle. Somehow it’s at a third of a bottle now. Someone must have taken a few swigs from it. Oh well, it’s only a couple of hundred bucks. I’ll just get another bottle when I come back from my next overseas trip.
I cradled my bowl of honey stars and opened the fridge. The cold air blasted my face as the door opened. I picked out the pack of blueberries and strawberries, as well as the low-fat milk. After rinsing the berries, I cut up the strawberries and threw them all into the bowl, and added the milk. Putting the rest of the stuff back into the fridge, I went out to the living room and plopped myself down on the sofa and switched on the tv to channel news asia and proceeded to scoop my breakfast into my mouth, as Suzanne Jung delivered the latest of happenings around the world.
The guestroom door opened, and Ann stepped out and closed the door again. She was wearing only her black lace panties, and an oversized long sleeved t shirt. Her hair was all over again, and she squinted at me through her black wire spectacles as she walked over to me. She examined the mixture in my bowl with great curiosity.
Ann: Breakfast of champions huh?
Me: Yup. Good morning Ann…
Ann: It’s just morning…
She took the bowl away from me and placed it on the coffee table, ignoring my protests. Then she turned to face me and climbed onto the sofa onto my lap. She kissed me as she pulled my boxers down a little to expose my rapidly hardening erection. She felt it up to make sure I was ready, and she pushed her panties aside to expose her pussy. She rubbed her pussy a bit, and then positioned my dick and watched it disappear inside her as she lowered herself.
I held her hips as she rocked up and down, her C cup breasts bouncing in front of my face, hitting me in the chin and nose. She gasped and moaned softly, as our pleasure spots are triggered. Suzanna Jung’s commentary masked the noise of sex and the moans that Ann was trying to contain within her. We climaxed together after a few more minutes, with her sitting down fully on me and me expoding into her warm pussy.
Ann recovered quickly, getting off me and blowing my dick a few times, licking up all the remaining cum. Then she returned my boxers to its original state and turned around to pick up my cereal. I saw a good view of her ass, and her pussy that was leaking and coated with cum, which touched her panties. She turned around and passed me back my bowl of cereal.
Ann: Now, that is a GOOD morning…
She smiled then disappeared into the kitchen, adjusting her panties along the way. I finished my cereal as I heard flushing sounds from the kitchen toilet. Ann exited the toilet as I reached the sink to wash my bowl. She hugged me tightly from behind and smelled me up.
I ignored what she was doing and I continued washing my bowl, placing it on the dishrack when I was done. Ann let go of me and took a seat at the dining table, pouring herself a glass of water. I sat down beside her, knowing that there was something she wants to tell me. Ann looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes.
Ann: I found out more about Jacque. But I don’t think he is comfortable if I shared it now.
Me: mmmhmm….
Ann: He’s quite interesting. But he’s not my type for sure, so…. Oh well…
Me: Ann, honestly, until now, I still don’t know what is your type of guy. Because you keep changing the profile of people you go after. Like Bryan said lah, first was me and him, then Joel, then now Jacque. Who knows maybe tomorrow you will say you turn les and like Yivonne.
Ann laughed lightly.
Ann: Hahaha! Who says I haven’t les with Yivonne before? Hmmm?
Me: Not in a casual way lah, I meant serious way.
Ann: Nah… I love dicks too much… Maybe tranny still can accept… hahaha… Ok, but seriously, if you were single and available, you’d be my first pick. I’ve seen how you treat Kim, I wished I could have that kind of attention and love too.
Me: What if Jacque showed you the same amount of love and attention that I show Kim?
Ann: hmmm….. It then depends on how much he can satisfy me in bed, and how much similarities we have together. You also saw it didn’t work out with Joel and me.
Me: Fair enough.
Ann: Jun..
Me: Yeah?
Ann: … … nvm… Just know that it will never work between me and Jacque…
Ann got up and went back into the guest room, signaling the end of our talk. I took one last glimpse of Suzanna Jung in her white suit, then turned the tv off. I took out my exercise mat and a pair of 10kg dumbbells from the storeroom, and began to workout.
Pushups x 20 reps
Crunches x 20 reps
Lateral raises with the dumbbells x 15 reps
Flutter kicks x 20 reps (left and right combo counts as 1 rep)
Squats x 20 reps
Overhead triceps extension x 15 reps
Star jump burpees x 15 reps
Bent over deltoid raise x 15 reps
Static lunges x 10 reps (left and right combo counts as 1 rep)
Plank for 2 minutes (1st set), 3 mins (2nd set), as long as possible (3rd set).
I would do a total of 3 sets usually for each exercise. This helps me to keep my body in shape despite all the great stuff I like to eat and cook. Kim tried to do the exercises with me once, using 3kg dumbbells. She barely lasted one set before she threw in the towel and declared her quota of exercising for the year has been fulfilled. She now does her own aerobics workout instead.
During one of the stayovers, the whole group of us tried the workout after Ann complained that she was getting fat. Bryan kept up with me with no issues, being a gymrat himself. Eileen lasted half a set, and Ann gave up after one and a half sets. Kim decided that once was enough, and she gave us moral support, her one attempt long ago still haunting her. Yivonne used the 3kg dumbbells, and she had no problem completing 2 sets. But midway through the flutter kicks of the 3rd set, she cramped up and gave up.
I was up to the last set’s plank when Yivonne and Bryan opened the main door and came in, looking at my sweat-soaked body.
Yivonne: Are you doing the ‘IronJun’ workout again?!
Me: What do you mean again? I do it twice a week.
Bryan: Crazy motherfucker… If you tell me you not from Commandos, I also won’t believe.
Yivonne: Yah Jun, you never ever tell us which NS unit you are from…
I replied in my best impersonation of Sean Connery’s voice, “If I told you, I would have to kill you.”
Yivonne rolled her eyes at me and Bryan laughed. And he laughed again as my face turned red from the exertions of planking and my veins popped out all over my face and arms. Ann opened the guest room door and looked at what the fuss was about. Then she just stared as my body shook as I hit the 5minute mark on the timer. Jacque had woken up by then and appeared behind Ann, watching my toned body, looking it up and down intensely. After another 30 seconds, I decided I had enough, and relaxed as I raised my knee to my chest and pushed myself up. Sweat cascaded down my forehead and I wiped it up with my towel.
Yivonne and Bryan took a seat on the sofa and switched the tv on, channel surfing for shows to watch, and Ann and Jacque joined them, with Ann filling Jacque in on what was the ‘IronJun workout’. Jacque then whispered something to Ann which made her laugh hysterically.
I kept my workout equipment, then went back to my bedroom toilet to get a shower. Kim had stirred when I entered, and she joined me in the shower shortly. When we came out of the bedroom, we saw that Eileen and Joel had also joined the rest in front of the tv, and they seem to be conversing in the own world, smiles and soft laughter. I wondered if anything interesting happened last night, then dismissed it since Yivonne would obviously be sharing bed with Eileen. There was no opportunity for something to happen. Or was there?
Kim picked up the phone and called for Macdonalds breakfast delivery, since everyone else except for me have not ate. Kim showed me her tongue for not waiting for them all and got a gallic shrug in return.
After breakfast, everyone left, including Kim. She was going shopping with the girls that afternoon, and I was left to my own devices. I went back to my bed and lay down, wondering what to eat for lunch. Picking up my phone, I scrolled through my contact list, wondering who I should meet for lunch. I hadn’t scrolled for long before I stopped at Tingting’s name.