My SYT Korean Coursemate/Neighbour

Good morning bros! Hope you all had a great long weekend!

I took the chance to brg my wife and kiddos on a short trip to Bkk, cos my wife suddenly said she missed the roast pork belly at chatuchak market when browsing through our old Bkk trip photos. Turns out, my 2 older kids also love the pork belly very much. Hahaha… Then did some shopping and more eating. Think my kids will be addicted to Bkk. Sadly, more and more of those roadside stalls and markets are getting cleaned up. What is Bkk without street food man…

Anyways, here’s the next update, do enjoy!

Previously on My SYT Korean Coursemate/Neighbour:

Ann held my hands with her hands. She hung her head low and had a very guilty and upset look on her face. She refused to look me in the eye. I separated her hands and pulled them behind me, bringing her close to me, then I hugged her. Instinctively, she raised her head and rested it on my shoulder, and her hands gripped my waist tight in an embrace.

“I’m sorry, Jun…” She said again.

Me: It’s fine.

I broke the embrace, then held her hand and led her out of the kitchen. We headed to the master bedroom, and I sat down on the bed. Ann got onto the bed and slipped behind me. I felt her gentle hands on my shoulders as she began to rub them and knead away the tension there. If there was one thing that Ann did better than Tingting for sure, it was her massages. Everytime her hands touched my shoulders or back, I’ll get a good rubdown and feel extremely relaxed after.

As Ann massaged me, she breathed out on my back. I saw the reflection in the mirror, and her smile was returning to her face as she kneaded away. There were some noises coming from outside the apartment. We strained to listen, and it was all rapid-fire Korean. I heard Rhee’s voice saying something rather excitedly, and then the unmistakable giggle of Kim and the roaring laughter of Kim’s dad. When the voices faded away, Ann continued her shoulder rub.

After 10mins, I had relaxed a lot, and Ann shifted forward. She straddled my thighs and sat down, wrapping her hands around my shoulders. Her ample bosom was just below my chin, squeezed together by her arms. I looked up and shifted my gaze from her cleavage to her face, and found her beautiful eyes staring back into mine.

Ann: Jun, I love you…

Ann leaned in and tilted her head as she kissed me. My hands went to her back and held her tight as we kissed. It began as a soft kiss, then she kissed harder and harder, until we ended up tongue-fighting again. Moving quickly, we began to strip each other. I moved back further up onto the bed, and she rubbed her pussy with her hand to spread the juices that had begun to flow, spreading it. Meanwhile, I stroked my rock hard cock, waiting for her to impale herself upon it.

Ann crept up, looking at my dick intently, licking her lips and anticipating the pleasures that she would soon derive from riding upon that disco stick. She reached her goal, and she let my dick part her pussy lips and lubricate itself as she slowly lowered her body.

Her pussy devoured my dick fully, and her labia was rubbing against the stubble of my pubic hair. Somehow, the stubble pricked her sensitive regions, and stimulated her further. She began to grind her hips up and down, rubbing her labia against the stubble, and moaning softly. My dick felt warm and comfortable in her pussy. This feeling was not to last.

Ann’s phone rang. I looked towards the night stand where her phone was placed on. Ann ignored it, concentrating instead on riding me and the pleasures that she was getting. She grabbed her breasts and kneaded them as she rode. The phone continued ringing, and finally stopped after it auto-diverted to the no-answer message.

Ann leaned forward and laid down on me as she continued to work her hips up and down, sliding my dick in and out of her pussy. She began to moan. Then her phone rang again. She took a glance at the number and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, so she continued riding and let her phone ring. Her ringtone was a song which I haven’t heard since my trips to SPARKS, CANTO, and FIRE – Antares’s Ride on a Meteorite. Didn’t figure Ann to be a closet ah lian or technosiao.

She had picked up her pace, and worked up a sweat, and her moans came hard and fast. She was near orgasm. Ride on a Meteorite rang again. Exasperated, she stopped her riding and picked up the phone.

Ann: YAH?!

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Ann: Yes… yes… what?! When? Where? Ok. I’ll come over now. Thanks.

She had a shocked and worried expression as she put the phone down. Hurriedly, she got off me and went to her bag and pulled out her underwear and began wearing them.

Me: What happened?

Ann: My mum had an accident in the workplace, and they sent her to SGH. Can you send me there?

Me: Sure.

I got up and rinsed my dick, then dressed up. Within 5mins, we were out of the house. Ann had carried everything that belonged to her. Obviously she wasn’t planning to come back to the apartment. I sped down at 130kmph, slowing down to 80kmph only briefly when I spotted a TP sniper on the overhead bridge near Balestier. We reached SGH shortly and Ann passed me her helmet as she went to make enquiries at the counter. A guy approached her. One of his arms carried a dragon tattoo all the way from the wrist to the shoulder, and his haircut spelled ah beng. It was an extreme side parting with undercut, and the fringe was highlighted yellow.

The guy rested his hand on her shoulder and I got up and started walking over to them, semi expecting trouble. Instead, when he turned Ann to face him, Ann hugged him tightly. “Kor!”

Her brother saw me approaching, and tapped Ann’s shoulder, then tilted his head towards me. Ann saw me approach, and she came over and held my arm.

Ann: Kor, this is my friend, Jun. Jun, this is my brother, Anthony.

I shook hands with her brother. It was a firm but respectful handshake from him.

Anthony: You are her boyfriend arh?

Me: Oh no no… I’m her classmate. Since first day of school, our group all study together one.

Anthony: Oh…. Thanks for taking care of my sister, and making sure that she study hard. Our mum is very happy that she is getting such great results. We going visit our mum now. Meimei, next time got time, invite Jun over for dinner lor. Let us thank him properly.

Ann: Orh…

Ann turned to me and gave me a hug.

Ann: Thanks for sending me down to the hospital. I’ll see you in class tomorrow ok? I’ll buy breakfast for you too.

Me: No problem lah.

Ann smiled and she held her brother’s hand and they went down the corridor towards the lift to head to the wards. I looked on for a while, then I turned around to walk back to my bike. No sooner had I turned around, and I nearly walked smacked into someone.

The person was dressed in doctor’s attire, and carried a stethoscope in the coat pocket. My eyes focused and I saw the long wavy hair that the person had. I realized that the doctor was female and my gaze went towards the head, trying to look at her face. I froze.

Glaring back at me, her jaw contorted in anger, was Tingting. They said that eyes were the windows to the soul, and right then, I saw a myriad of feelings from her eyes. There was anger, there was hurt, there was betrayal, and there was helplessness. I glanced down further, and saw that her fists were balled up, and trembling. Her eyes became very watery. She closed her eyes, and turned to walk away quickly. As she did that, a single, solitary tear flowed down her cheeks.

Me: Tingting, wait..

I walked quickly after her, to the bemusement of the counter staff. She kept walking faster and faster, until she exited the building, and we found ourselves on the grass lawn at the side of the building. There were no one around. Tingting stopped, and turned around suddenly. Her face was a wreck. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks now and her mouth was contorted and quivering as she tried to stop herself from bawling out.

Tingting: Why are you and Ann so close?! Huh? Tell me!! Why she hugged you so closely?! What happened to your Kimchi?! You break up with her liao, then straight find another girlfriend without telling me?! What happened to your promise to me?! Huh?! TELL ME!!!

Tingting threw a punch at my chest, then withdrew her hand as it hurt due to her awkward connection. I held her hand and kneaded at it, but she shook my hands off and continued to give me a murderous glare.

Me: Tingting, listen. Ann’s mum got into an accident, and Ann asked me to fetch her down here, so I brought her down here. That’s all.

Tingting: I don’t believe! The way she hugged you, is like the way I hugged you!

Me: But the way I hugged her, is not the way I hugged you.

Tingting stared at me, but she did not say another word no make another move. She was thinking about what I had just said. I could see the anger and hurt start to disappear.

Tingting: I’m going back to work. My shift isn’t over for another 6hrs. Don’t call me, don’t message me. I’ll talk to you again when I feel like it.

I walked up to her and opened my arms, wanting to give her a hug, but she brushed past me and walked briskly back into the building. A couple of the counter staff looked at me and then whispered amongst themselves. Dejected, I headed to my bike and rode home slowly. I opened the door to my apartment and drop the helmets onto the sofa. Taking off my shirt, I flung it at the sofa as well, and I headed to the kitchen wearing only my jeans. I went to my secret stash and took the Macallan out.

It was a hot afternoon, and for some reason I didn’t think of drinking the beers in the fridge. Instead, I went ahead to fill my glass with ice cubes and murdered the scotch. It was the number one cardinal sin of drinking good scotch. Never drink it with ice. Only neat or with enough water to dilute it to 40% alcohol as a general rule.

I swirled the whiskey, sloshing it against the ice and cooling it rapidly, then I gulped it down and poured in another helping. I guess my guilt got to me that I was wasting perfectly good scotch, and after the 5th drink, I placed the Macallan back into the secret stash, and took out a bucket from the cabinet. Filling the bucket with ice and some water, I plucked out 8 cans of Heineken from the fridge and plopped them into the bucket, then headed to my room. I placed a towel on the floor beside my bed, and rested the bucket on it. Then I proceeded to drown myself with beer.

Over the course of the next 5hrs, I went back to the fridge and wiped out the remaining cans of Heineken as well. There were only another 8 cans left in there anyway. There were messages from Ann. Her mum had sprained her ankle very badly, and there was a hairline fracture on a couple of bones, but no surgery was required. They had put the ankle in a cast and her mum can be discharged immediately. Her brother had told her mum that a handsome young man sent Ann to the hospital, and Ann was now under ‘interrogation’ by her mum. Ann also mentioned that she thought she saw Tingting at the hospital, but wasn’t too sure, as she only had a passing glance at the doctor as she scurried away.

Ann asked what I would like to have for breakfast tomorrow, and I replied “bak chor mee”. She replied in the affirmative and asked me to sleep early and have a good rest. I chucked the phone aside, and swirled the can of Heineken that I was holding, the last can. There was still a mouthful in it, and I drank it down. My phone beeped as I received a message.

Thinking it was Ann, I was pleasantly surprised that it was Tingting. The message was a simple “Hi.”

Me: Hey…

Tingting: Free for dinner?

Me: Kinda.

Tingting: Can come pick me up? I need 15mins. Need to change back to my clothes.

Me: Can’t ride, drank too much.

Tingting: I’ll dabao over to your place then. Be there in 45mins.

I put the phone down and laid in my bed, and I fell asleep within seconds.

The doorbell woke me up. The sky had turned dark, and I rubbed my eyes as I got up from bed. My head hurt, like someone was inside whacking my skull from within with a mallet. I stumbled to the door, still wearing only my jeans, and I opened the door.

Tingting: Holy…. Jun, you look like shit!

I waved what she said away and retreated back into my room, sprawling on my bed. She put the packets of horfun down on the coffee table and closed the door, then followed me into my room. She stood at the bedroom door, and took a good look. There was a heap of Heineken cans beside my bed, all empty, and more empty cans floating in the bucket of melted ice.

Tingting walked over and sat down on my bed beside me, then lifted my head and rested it on her thigh. She held my face with her hands. I burped, and the dank smell of alcohol wifted towards her, causing her to wrinkle her nose.

Tingting: Why did you drink so much?!

Me: Because you were angry and didn’t want to talk to me.

Tingting shook her head at my reply, then she sayang my head. I opened my eyes and looked at her, and she had a look of concern in her eyes. They were also watery.

Tingting: Sorry I doubted you and got angry at you. But really, when I saw how Ann hugged you, I felt really threatened.

Me: Why?

Tingting: Because she is beautiful, maybe more beautiful than me, and she obviously has the hots for you.

Me: But I’m still with Kim.

Tingting: Is she waiting for you to break up with Kim also?

Me: Yes. For now.

Tingting: But you promised me…

Me: I haven’t forgotten. But it’s too early to say anything now.

Tingting didn’t press on further. She knew it was too early as well, anything could happen from now till Kim and I broke up, if we broke up.

I got up and went to wash my face. After I was done washing my face, and peeing, I went out of the bedroom. Tingting had went to the kitchen with the hor fun, and she was pouring them into a couple of bowls. I sat down with her at the dining table and we ate in silence. Having drunk so much beer, I didn’t really have much appetite left. I ate half the ingredients, and some of the kway teow, then I gave her the rest of my ingredients. She wanted to protest initially, but she knew better. I simply can’t stomach the food after that alcohol binge.

Tingting: Just now, you told me, the way you hugged Ann, is not the way you hugged me. It made me happy a bit.

I looked at her. Is it all clear now? Back to normal?

Tingting: But I had time to think during my shift, and on the way here. Don’t ask me how I know, because I don’t know, but I can feel it. You and Ann are not just normal friends. There is something going on between you two. I don’t like it. It’s like how we were when we first started out back then after the BBQ when I first got to know you.

Tingting: I’m a possessive person. I don’t like to share what I see as mine with anyone else. And Jun, I see you as mine. Not now, because I made a mistake and Kim snagged you. But I see you as being mine to reclaim when Kim makes a mistake and is out of the picture. I don’t want Ann to step into the picture and complicate things.

Tingting: Jun, please tell me you’re not interested in her.

I rubbed my hands across my face, slowly, feeling my palm pull my lower eyelids down, and my nose, and my lips. I felt like I had aged 50yrs due to the psychological and emotional stress. I looked at Tingting, then took a deep breath.

Me: Ting, Ann and I, is a bit complicated. It started out as one-sided. She is interested in me, but I always rejected her advances. But she has been very persistent, and very sincere. There are things she does that reminds me a lot of you. In terms of devotion, she can rival you. She also wants to get together with me after Kim and I break up, and I’ve told her that I cannot guarantee her anything, but she insists on waiting. If you were me, what would you do?

Tingting: I’ll tell her that it’s not possible, because Tingting is waiting for you and you have given your word to Tingting.

Me: That’s what I said, but she insists on waiting, and she hopes that she can change my mind by the time Kim and I break up.

Tingting looked at me, then looked at her hands. Then she got up and picked up both bowls. She poured the contents into the trash bag, and rinsed the bowls, then she tied the trashbag and threw it down the chute. She then rinsed her hands then headed out to the living room. Gathering her bag, she opened the door and left without a word. That’s the second time she walked away from me that day.

I headed back to my room and took a much needed shower, then I collapsed on my bed and fell asleep, emotionally wrecked and mentally depleted.

The next day, I woke up early and made my way to school. Kim and Rhee should have left before me, since they were taking bus. When I reached class, my classmates were surprised, as it’s been a long time since I didn’t turn up together with Kim. Instantly, they began to gather around me and ask me what happened. But looking at my facial expression, they began to go back to their places without getting their answers.

Eileen and Joel came in after me, holding hands. The classmates’ attention natural switched to the both of them, and people started to crowd around them instead. Yivonne came in next, and saw that I was very gloomy, so she sat right beside me and asked me what happened. I told her it was a long story, and I’ll tell her another time. Ann came in next. She saw me, and she immediately held her hands to her mouth. Then she came over to me with a very apologetic look.

Ann: Sorry Jun, I totally forgot about your bak chor mee… my mum made breakfast for me, so I didn’t go to the kopitiam.

Me: It’s ok. No worries.

Ann: Don’t angry with me k?

Me: It’s fine, really.

Ann took a seat beside Yivonne, cos the other seat beside me was for Kim. Bryan and Vivian walked into class next. Bryan was dressed in new clothes, branded stuff, no doubt bought from Japan. Vivian purposely took a seat behind us, and Bryan settled in beside her. I looked at Yivonne, and she didn’t seem to care. She was more concerned about me instead.

Prof Linda entered the class 10mins before class started and began to set up her laptop. Kim and Rhee came into class 3 mins before class started, and someone at the back gasped. There was a noticeable increase in the amount of chatter, as Kim quickly took up her seat beside me, and Rhee sat down beside Kim.

Female classmate 1: (whispering) Eh, Jun and Kim broke up arh?

Female classmate 2: (whispering) Shouldn’t be leh, if not Jun won’t sit beside Kim one.

Female classmate 1: Then who is that guy who came in with Kim? And why they come in together?

Female classmate 2: Don’t know. Shhh Shhh…. Prof Linda starting class le…

Prof Linda: Ahem. For those who don’t know me, I value punctuality. So do not even bother to try and enter the class if you are late by a single second. Secondly, I’ll have no whispering about nor talking unless I have opened the floor for discussion. With that, please sign your attendance on this sheet of paper, as I begin the lesson on Communication Ethics.

Prof Linda turned towards the white board and began to write down some key terms. As she neared the bottom of the whiteboard, she had to bend down. Dressed in a power suit, and high heels, her butt was thrusted outwards for all to see.

Prof Linda came from Manhattan. She was in her late 30s, however, she looked like she was in her late 20s instead. We had come to know that she practices hot Yoga almost every other day, which probably contributed to her well-maintained figure. She was also a strict vegan.

Many guys in class agreed that she was a super anal bitch, but she was competent in her teaching, and she had a figure that many girls would be jealous of. As her butt was thrusted out to us now, the guys in class strained their eyes to get a better look.

The door suddenly swung open, and a tall young lady walked in. She was wearing skinny jeans with black calf-height boots. A white t-shirt and black leather jacket covered her chest, but the deep cleavage told me that she was at least a C cup under that white top. She had a beautiful oval face, and her complexion was good despite the absence of make up. Her hair was breast length, but one side was tied in cornrows. What interested me more was she carried a top end Arai helmet.

She apologized for her lateness, as she was stuck in a traffic jam, and Prof Linda gave her a short lecture about punctuality, but said that she will let it slip this once because it was the first day of class.

As the lady was settling into her seat, Prof Linda asked “What’s your name, young lady?”

“Jezebelle.”

Prof Linda: I’ll be watching you.

Break time arrived, and I made my way out of the classroom. Kim followed me closely then grabbed my arm.

Kim: Dear, are you ok? You look out of sorts. Are you not feeling well?

I patted her hand and told her not to worry, and that I just didn’t sleep well last night, that’s all. I bought some kaya toast from the canteen, and Kim got a cup of coffee, then we made our way back to class. Some girls were talking to Rhee, no doubt trying to find out what’s going on between Kim and Rhee, but when they saw me and Kim walking into class hand in hand, they scattered.

As we took our seats, Rhee spoke to Kim in Korean, while I ate my bread quietly. Yivonne took a long look at me, to see if I was ok, and I winked back at her to let her know I’m fine. After the lesson ended, we all headed home separately. Kim and Rhee went to take the bus, while I headed to the lift to go to the basement carpark. Before the lift doors could close, someone pressed the lift button, and the doors opened again.

Jezebelle entered the lift and muttered sorry. She saw the helmet in my hand.

Jezebelle: Nice helmet!

Me: Thanks. Yours also nice, expensive also.

Jezebelle: Hahaha… Yours also what. AGV GP-tech. Must be a Rossi fan.

Me: Yup.

The lift door opened at basement, and we walked out towards the bike lots. There was a super shiny Ducati 999 parked beside my Rothman’s Honda NSR250 PGM IV. The paintwork was immaculately clean and the gloss finish on the fairings were shiny.

Jezebelle: What bike do you ride?

I pointed towards the Ducati.

Me: Not that Ducati for sure. The one next to it though…

Jezebelle: The PGM IV? Nice bike! My ex-boyfriend used to ride that. It’s a very fast bike.

Me: Yup. It is a fun bike to ride.

Jezebelle: You done anything to it?

Me: Ported the block, changed to reed valves, gotten HRC ECU and card, amongst a few other things.

Jezebelle: Nice steering damper. You track often?

Me: Off and on.

Jezebelle rubbed my rear tyres with her hand.

Jezebelle: Off and on huh? Your tyres are devoid of chicken strips. You must ride pretty hard.

I shrugged and put on my helmet. She passed me her phone.

Jezebelle: Give me your number. Maybe next week on Tuesday morning, when there’s no class, I might be going down to Pasir Gudang, see whether you want to come or not.

I took her phone and keyed in my number, then passed the phone back to her. She kept the phone, then she hopped onto the Ducati 999 and started the engine. Then she began to wear her helmet and gloves. I waved my gloved hand goodbye to her, and pulled out of the lot first.

I didn’t go home. Instead, I made my way to Tingting’s house. 15mins later, I headed back home. Tingting wasn’t at home, she had gone out, her mother said. Auntie also told me Tingting cried the whole night, and she asked if anything happened between us, because she has not seen Tingting this upset for a long long time, since when we broke up the last time. I told her that we had a problem that arose, and we couldn’t solve it.

Auntie: Aiyah… you all young people problem, we all old folks dowan to meddle so much… But the more the situation is kept simple, the lesser problems will arise. Sometimes you all young people always arh, take so many things on your plate until everything become a mess and then you all stuck. I also tell my Tingting already, but she so stubborn, keep wanting to wait for you. Yesterday she slam door at me somemore. So rude! But aiyah, you also know her lah, she is so headstrong. Hope you all can solve your problem soon.

Good morning bros! It’s updates time! Enjoy!

Previously on My SYT Korean Coursemate/Neighbour:

Auntie: Aiyah… you all young people problem, we all old folks dowan to meddle so much… But the more the situation is kept simple, the lesser problems will arise. Sometimes you all young people always arh, take so many things on your plate until everything become a mess and then you all stuck. I also tell my Tingting already, but she so stubborn, keep wanting to wait for you. Yesterday she slam door at me somemore. So rude! But aiyah, you also know her lah, she is so headstrong. Hope you all can solve your problem soon.

I dabaoed a packet of bak chor mee on the way home, didn’t pack any for Kim and Rhee as she would have already eaten on the way back. I had a quiet lunch and was about to head to bed when my phone rang.

Ann: Jun? Are you ok? Today in class you like very moody. Issit because I forgot your breakfast? I’m sorry.

Me: It’s ok. It’s not that. I just have a lot of things to think about.

Ann: Is it regarding Tingting, me, and Kim?

Me: Yes.

Ann: Ok. I thought you don’t want to think about it now?

Me: I don’t.

Ann: Ok. Take care k? Go take a nap or go swimming, will help to elevate your mood hopefully. If you want me come over and give you a massage, just let me know k? I believe we have unfinished business yesterday.

Me: Yup.

I hung up, and tossed the phone aside, then hugged my pillow and tried to sleep. After an hour of tossing and turning, I finally succeeded.

It was 5pm when I woke up. Kim was knocking on my main door. I got up and went to open the door. Kim stood at the door and asked if I wanted to go for dinner with her and Rhee later at 6pm. They wanted to go to a Korean BBQ nearby. I don’t know why, but I really wasn’t in the mood, and I excused myself, saying that I had a late lunch, and wasn’t feeling hungry. I could see Kim’s smile disappear. I went up to her and hugged her tight.

Me: Dear, sorry. It’s nothing wrong with you. I don’t know why also, but I just no mood.

Kim: It’s ok, I understand. How about I cook dinner tonight? Then the three of us eat together ok?

Me: Ok.

Kim: Ok, you rest. I ask Rhee to go to the supermarket with me to buy and carry the ingredients back.

She smiled at me, then turned around and headed back to her apartment and shouted at Rhee. I headed back to my room to take a shower, but not before first looking at my phone. There was a text from an unsaved number.

“Tomorrow morning 8am BKE bridge. We aim PG 10am session. Ok? – Jez.”

It’s been a while since I went to the track, and maybe a few laps will help to clear my head somewhat. I agreed.

There was also a message from Yivonne, “Call me.”

I took a quick shower to freshen up, and then I picked up my house phone and called Yivonne, but not before picking out a can of coke from my fridge.

I need to replenish my stock of Heineken again soon.

Yivonne: Hello?

Me: Jun. You asked me to call you?

Yivonne: What happened, Jun?

I told Yivonne how I might have grown some feelings for Ann over the past year, especially more so during the HK trip. I also told her about my promise to Tingting, and how Ann was competing with Tingting and wanted me to make the same promise to her. Then I told Yivonne about Ann coming over the day before, and the fiasco at the hospital. Then the subsequent cold shoulder I got from Tingting.

Yivonne: Fuck.

Me: Yeah.

Yivonne: Shit man, Jun… I also don’t know how to help you.

Me: Don’t think so much about it. When the boat gets to the bridge, it will naturally straighten.

Yivonne: Maybe I can talk to Ann?

Me: No. It might make things worse.

Yivonne: Ok, if you need anything, just let me know k?

Me: Yup.

I hung up the phone, and headed to my storeroom. I took out my Dainese track suit and boots, and took them out from the dust covers. I had kept the suit in good condition by applying mink oil on it. I sat the suit on a chair, and prepared my other gears, and packed my passport and other essential items into a small bag.

The lift door opened and I could hear the voices of Kim and Rhee. They were laughing at something, then they knocked on my door. I opened the door and they came in. The both of them stared at my suit for a while.

Kim: Dear, you’re going to track tomorrow?

Me: Yeah, I’m going with some friends tomorrow, Jezebelle, our class the biker girl also wants to tag along. Maybe a few laps at the track will lighten my mood.

Kim: Ok! Rhee, come, help me prepare for dinner!

The both of them headed into the kitchen, and Rhee helped Kim with dinner preparation. When I was done with my stuff, I also went in to help. I sliced the pork shoulder into bite sized cubes as per Kim’s instructions, and Rhee took out a jar of kimchi, while Kim rinsed the rice. After putting the rice in the rice cooker, she took over the cooking completely and shooed Rhee and I out of the kitchen. As we walked out, I opened the fridge door and ask Rhee if he wanted a coke. I threw him a can and he caught it.

The both of us sat down at the sofa and I switched on the tv, drinking my coke while watching the sports channel.

Rhee: You race often?

Me: Oh, no… not really. I just like to go ride around the track off and on for fun.

Rhee: Do you race?

Me: Well, they do have 5-lap races sometimes, so I’ll just join for fun. Nothing official, just fun races.

Rhee: Nice. I plan to convert my licence so I can drive and ride in Singapore. How long does it take to convert a licence?

Me: Well, more or less, you just need to go through a basic theory test and you should be good to go. It’s a one-day thing.

Rhee: Awesome! I’ll get my dad to buy me a car, or maybe a motorcycle, since cars are so damn expensive here in Singapore. Will be nice to go riding at a track with you.

Me: Sure, that’ll be nice. The more people, the merrier.

Rhee started to talk to me about bikes and cars. Apparently he had just picked up motorcycling while he was in the US, but he had been driving for longer. And while he was studying in Berkeley, he was driving a Porsche that his dad had bought him. He told me how in the States, they liked to tune their cars in weird ways, then go drag racing on the streets. Girls and cash were usually up for grabs for the winner.

Me: That’s so… Fast and Furious or Need For Speed…

Rhee: Yeah, hahaha… pretty much. That’s the way the culture is over there. Not too far from pop culture, just less exaggerated.

Rhee asked about the motorcycling and car scene in Singapore, and I lectured him about it at length. Nothing much as dramatic as in the States, and modifications are restricted by LTA. The strict laws here meant that whatever happens in the States is unlikely to be repeated here. There are, of course, opportunities, but they are few and far between, and there’s always worry about TP clamping down on illegal street ‘races’.

Kim called out from the kitchen that dinner was ready, and we went to help her. There was kimchi soup with pork cubes, seafood pancake, and rice. We sat down and had a good dinner and chat. I guess, after speaking to Rhee for a while, he’s not that bad. He has been respectful of my relationship with Kim, and hasn’t overstepped his boundaries so far.

As we ate, we chatted about my track session tomorrow. I have been to Pasir Gudang and Sepang a few times since I have been together with Kim, but she hasn’t followed me up as usually we don’t have transport up, and I’m reluctant to pillion her after setting up my suspension and also changing new tyres. Instead, I’ll show her some videos that we take at the track to soothe her curiosity.

Rhee was also interested to go up and take a look, but the lack of transport meant it was impossible for them to head up tomorrow with me. “Maybe after my dad gets me a car or a bike.” He says. After dinner, we sat around the coffee table and continued chatting.

Rhee was the younger son of Mr Park. As kids, they have been close to the Kim family, as their fathers were business partners and had fought together in the Korean War. Rhee’s elder brother had a crush on Hyun, and tried wooing Hyun, but to no avail as Hyun wasn’t interested in a relationship back then. Rhee in turn, was good friends with Kim, and they often played together when they were young. Soon though, Hyun and Kim followed their father overseas, and Rhee kinda lost contact with them.

After serving his national service with the ROK army, he got accepted into Berkeley and started studying Business there. He did ok academically scoring As and Bs, considering the fact that he often spent time playing around after class rather than study in the library like the common Asian kid stereotypes. His dad generally frowned at the Bs, but he often got away with blaming his groupmates for dragging the grades down. His dad will tell him to get into groups with other Asian kids instead.

I asked why he decided to transfer to my course, especially when he was rather near graduating from Berkeley already.

Rhee: Well, I didn’t have a choice really. My dad just told me that he wants me to transfer to Singapore to study here. It was kinda last-minute, and I had to break-up with my girlfriend… Man, she was pissed! Imagine a blonde throwing stuff at you as you pack your luggage.

So it wasn’t his planning, but rather, a collaboration between the two fathers?

Rhee: Anyway, it was good that I came here earlier and ended the relationship with her then, rather than wait till after graduation. I will definitely leave the States anyway, seeing as my dad wanted me to go work in his company after I graduated. It is good that Kim happens to be studying here as well, at least I have someone to talk to. And it also helps that she has great friends like you guys. How long have you and Kim been together?

Me: About 2yrs… We got together at the start of the course.

Kim took a deep breath, then she excused herself to go take a shower before turning in for the night. Rhee and I continued to talk.

Rhee: I suppose you know that her dad wants her to return to Korea after she graduates.

Me: Yup.

Rhee: It sucks doesn’t it? Get together with someone, only to not live it out.

It feels like he is leading towards something.

Me: Your point?

Rhee: Kim and you won’t last. You and I know that. Kim knows that….

Me: Point?

Rhee: Why prolong the suffering?

Me: Because I love her, and she loves me. And we will still see each other for the rest of the year.

Rhee: Yeah, but doesn’t it gnaw at you? The fact that this won’t last will eat you guys away like Alzheimer’s munching on brain cells.

Rhee took a deep breath, then continued.

Rhee: Look, I’m not trying to come between you and her. I’ve thought of it. But somehow, it just wasn’t right. Other than that handshake at the start, you have been a gentleman and helped me when I was clueless about things in school and around Singapore. I can’t do that to someone like that. But the fact of the matter is that ever since that Skype meeting with her parents, she has been crying every night. She thinks I don’t know. But she stays up till midnight every night, and her eyes are always puffy in the morning. I’ve heard her sob in her room every night too.

Rhee: If you really love her, break it off. Be friends. But let her go, so she can recover.

Rhee got up, then left the apartment. I closed the door, then went to my fridge to get a can of Heineken to drink. Then I laid on my bed and tried to get some shuteye, but ended up tossing and turning through the night, my body filled with adrenalin for the track session tomorrow, and my mind filled with troubles about the relationship with Kim. In the end, I fell asleep at 4am.

At 6am, my alarm rang, and I struggled to get up. I sat in my bed, and ran my hand over my face, feeling the stubble on my chin. I shuffled to the bathroom and groaned as my head throbbed with a dull ache. The cold morning shower eased the ache somewhat, and I put on my liner and laid the suit on the floor. Sitting down on the suit, I slipped my feet through the legs of the suit, then I tied the arms of the suit around my waist. The small waist bag that I clipped around my waist helped to keep the suit from slipping down my waist as well.

Picking up my helmet, I stepped out of my apartment and went to the carpark to do a check on the bike again. The suspension and forks have been readjusted for my weight alone, the tyres have been changed, the fairings have been washed and waxed, chain and sprockets were washed and lubricated. The bike was ready to go, the rider, not as ready as I would have liked. I hopped onto the bike and rode away, leaving a small plume of white smoke in the air (2 stroke cycle oil which lubricates the engine usually leaves white smoke after combustion).

I headed to Shunfu hawker center, and ordered a small bowl of bak chor mee. After filling up my tummy, I headed out to under the BKE bridge to meet up with Jezebelle.

At 7.50am, Jezebelle’s blood red Ducati 999 roared up and stopped beside my bike. A second bike, a Honda NSR150SP came up behind her and stopped beside me as well. Jezebelle removed her helmet and her long hair that was not tied up in cornrows flowed down. She smiled at me.

Jezebelle: Jun, meet my kid sister, Annabelle.

The rider of the SP removed her helmet. She had smooth, straight long hair, like her sister. She flicked her hair out of her face, then she smiled and held out a gloved hand to shake mine. As she smiled, I could see her dimples. Her sister has them too.

Annabelle: Hi Jun! Nice bike! The big korkor of my bike! Hahaha!

Jezebelle: Yah, when I told her I’m going track with my classmate who rides a NSR250SP PGM IV, she couldn’t resist it and skipped her lecture just to come track with us.

Me: Hahaha… I see… Wow… 2 sisters, both pretty and ride bike somemore. Such a rarity.

Jezebelle: Shall we?

Me: Lead on, unless you want 2T on your suit and helmet.

The two ladies put on their helmets again then Jezebelle led the way, then Annabelle staggered on the right side, and I staggered behind Annabelle on the left side. There was no jam at Woodlands heading into Johor, and we cleared customs quickly. We hit the highway quickly, and the two of them sped off. Jezebelle’s bike was the faster one out of the 3 of us, and she easily cruised at 200+kmph, not waiting for us. Annabelle’s bike, being only a 150cc, had a max comfortable cruise speed of about 150kmph, but she cruised at 120kmph, what I would do as well to reduce chances of a piston jam. I followed at her speed behind, acting as a sweeper.

We stopped at a shell petrol station near the circuit, and topped up our petrol. I had brought along my Castrol 2T oil, which I had to mix with the petrol, so it would lubricate my engines and prevent the piston from jamming. Annabelle had brought hers along too. Jezebelle, riding a 4 stroke motorcycle, didn’t need 2T oil.

We turned into Pasir Gudang circuit, and parked at the pits. Getting off our bikes, we went to the office to make payment for the 10am session and sign the indemnity forms. Other than us, there were 2 other riders there, and they were setting up their bikes for the session. I took a closer look at them.

Me: Oei!! Ah Hao! So coincidental arh?!

Ah Hao, actual name Jia Hao, looked up. He was my height, but lanky frame.

Ah Hao: CCB! KNN! Damn qiao (coincidental) sial!!!

He walked up to me and we did the bro handshake. I met Ah Hao at BBDC when I was taking my 2B licence. Since then, we made fast friends and we would ride together on and off, going for supper and rounding sessions. We came to the track together a couple of times as well.

Ah Hao: Wah eh! Come track boh jio arh! And no wonder lah, come with 2 chiobu somemore!!! Basket! Eh intro leh!

Jezebelle and Annabelle walked over, smiling.

Me: Hao, meet Jezebelle, my classmate, and her younger sister, Annabelle. Ladies, meet my riding friend, Jia Hao. Can also call him Ah Hao.

Jezebelle: Hello Ah Hao! Nice to meet you.

Ah Hao introduced his friend, Jia Wei (no relation), also known as Ah Wei. We all shook hands and got back to setting our bikes. Number plates and mirrors came off. Tyre pressures were lowered for track levels and we drank some water while waiting. I walked around and looked at Ah Hao and Ah Wei’s bikes. Ah Hao had upgraded to a Honda CBR600RR, and Ah Wei was riding a Yamaha R6.

While I was checking out the guys’ bikes, Annabelle hovered over mine. She ran her fingers across the steering damper, and looked into every nook and cranny. She then hopped over to me.

Annabelle: Jun, how much did you spend on your PGM IV?

Me: Erm, quite a bit, why?

Annabelle: Quite a bit huh? I figured that out already. Ohlins steering damper, rear shocks. HRC forks and triple clamp. HRC ignition card and probably cdi and ecu as well. Tyga full system chamber and exhausts. Marchesini magnesium rims. Brembo RCS and calipers. I think at least also got $10k in aftermarket parts? I can’t see your block and valves, but judging from what you done, they must have been ported and you must be using reed valves too.

I’m impressed. Really impressed. Even Ah Hao’s jaw was resting on the floor, his mouth opened to the maximum. Annabelle’s knowledge on bike parts was extensive, and she got them all correct too. Jezebelle laughed.

Jezebelle: Relax, Jun, I may be the first one who got on the motorcycle, but kiddo here is the one who is obsessed over them. Since she watched the HK Movie starring Andy Lau and your bike, she has been showing me pictures of PGM IV everyday. It’s her dream bike. Somemore, yours is fully modded and is the exact Rothman’s design as in the movie. That’s why I told her about it and she die die want to come today.

I looked back at Annabelle, who was leaning forward on my bike’s fuel tank. For the first time, I noticed that she had unzipped her suit, and I could see the bulges of her breasts straining her liner. She was easily a C cup, like her sister. Her family has good genes. Both sisters were pretty, have good complexion, nice figures and high cheekbones.

Annabelle: So, is your block ported and are you using reed valves?

Me: Yup to both. Using Mikuni smooth slide carburetor as well.

I switched on the ignition, and asked Annabelle to get on the bike. She kickstarted the bike, then revved the throttle a couple of times, watching the rpm needle moved almost instantly with no lag. The full system exhaust also sounded heavenly. As she blipped the throttles, her face lit up in a wide grin. She then switched off the ignition and got off the bike.

Jezebelle: How did it feel?

Annabelle: Like a good orgasm.

Ah Wei and Ah Hao were stunned for a while, then both laughed out loud as the pits filled with everyone’s laughter.

Annabelle: WHAT?! Really what! The bike is so tuned up that every little touch sends a shiver down my spine. Jun, when you selling the bike, let me know ok? I buy from you.

Me: Hahaha… Ok…

Ah Hao: He won’t sell one lah! Spend so much time and effort on it already. I keep telling him 2 stroke era dying liao, everyone shifting to 4 stroke now, he die die dowan change bike.

Me: Eh, not die die dowan change hor… Is waiting for the right opportunity.

Ah Hao: Simi opportunity? Strike toto arh?

Me: Something like that. I got two stocks I going to sell soon. Should be able to get enough to full cash a R1.

Ah Hao: Dafuq! Got so good kangtao boh jio!

Me: That time tell you liao, you say no capital no capital. Who ask you that time downpay 15k for your CBR600. See lah…

Ah Hao: Sianzzz….

We sat around and did the last preps, then zipped up and wore our helmets and gloves. We placed the RF emitters for our lap timers on the pit wall at the finish line. The clock ticked 10am, and we rode out to the end of the pit lane, where an official checked our indemnity forms and stuffed them into our boots. After that we were off!

The first 5 rounds, we took it relatively slow, riding around the track in a cadence. The purpose was to warm up the tyres and get the grip levels up. After the 5th round, Jezebelle gunned the throttle and sped off. Ah Hao and Ah Wei nodded at each other and both of them gunned their throttle, trying to catch up with the disappearing Jezebelle. Annabelle looked at me, and she signaled for me go on and have my fun. When I didn’t immediately throttle up, she twisted full throttle and shot ahead.

I took my time to glide through the track, and turned the last corner to the home straight. Then, I twisted my throttle fully and shot forward. My speedometer went past the 200kmph mark and I hit my braking marker. Blipping the throttle twice as I changed gears from 5 to 3, I took the first corner at 160kmph. By mid lap, I caught up with Annabelle and passed her.

After more practice laps, I had refamiliarised myself with the track, and worked up a rhythm. The bike got lighter and lighter, as the petrol started to burn off. The heat increased the temperature and pressure of the air in the tyres, making it easier to steer. Most importantly, with the heat, the grip levels on the track improved as the tyres heated up. I had overtook Ah Hao and Ah Wei by now, and was closing in behind Jezebelle. My lap times continued to dropped lap by lap. From 2mins to 1:59, then 1:58, 1:56, and I’m now hitting the low 1:51s.

At 9.40, all of us pitted to get a drink, and we were out again. After one lap, we all took up positions at the markers, preparing for a pre-arranged 5-lap friendly race. Jezebelle started from pole, Ah Wei 2nd, Ah Hao 3rd, Annabelle 4th, and I started from last. The friendly official flagged us off and the friendly race started. I got a good launch with minimal wheelie, and even before the braking point for the first corner, I had shot past the hapless Annabelle, her bike was too underpowered compared to ours.

Ah Hao rides well, but he has a weakness. Due to Singapore roads favouring left turns, whenever he takes the right corners, he will go a little wide as he doesn’t have the confidence to corner lower. I tailed him very closely until the next right corner, and the moment he went wide marginally, I dived in aggressively on the inside and did a textbook block pass maneouvre on him. I’m now up to 3rd, and Ah Wei is next.

Jezebelle hasn’t been able to pull away from Ah Wei, despite her advantage in horsepower. Ah Wei tailed her aggressively, looking for any opening to push his bike through and pass her, but her racecraft is actually pretty decent, closing the door on him each time he tried. He found one opportunity just before the chicane.

As the both of them reached the right hander before the chicane, Jezebelle slid just a fraction wide, and Ah Wei seized the opportunity and squeezed through. Jezebelle fought back immediately, and did a clean overtake in the middle of the chicane and took the lead back. By the time they reached the final righthander before barreling down the homestraight, I was already right behind Ah Wei.

As we pushed our bikes upright and tucked our bodies behind our tiny windshield bubbles, Jezebelle’s Ducati roared away, her superior horsepower giving her an edge on the straight as she put an ever increasing distance between her and Ah Wei. Meanwhile, I slid my bike into Ah Wei’s slipstream. I slipped out of his slipstream as we crossed the finish line, and shot ahead of him. I banked my bike real low, and felt my knee slider dragging on the asphalt.

Jezebelle was about 75metres in front, but I’m chasing her down fast. The problem for her was that Pasir Gudang is a small circuit. It wasn’t really made for 1000cc bikes. Sure, you can use 1000cc bikes in the track, it just isn’t ideal since you cannot utilize their potential like in sepang where there are two long straights and longer corners. Also, her Ducati is significantly heavier than my 2-stroke 250cc due to the engine configuration. She may win me on the straight, but in the corners, I have a superior edge.

By the 6th corner, I found myself right behind her ass. Her racing lines were really neat and clean. She picked the best lines, and I could tell she comes to Pasir Gudang very often to have this level of racecraft and knowledge on race lines. The best place for me to overtake her will be at the chicane.

When we reached the chicane, Jezebelle had to slow down significantly to about 70kmph. It also took her more effort to flick her bike, to change the direction of the bike quickly at the mid of the chicane, as her bike was so much heavier than mine. That was when I struck. The light weight of my bike meant I could maintain a faster speed of 90kmph in the chicane, and my flick was much quicker and took less effort. I shot past her mid chicane and shot ahead at the exit.

Clearing the final righthander before the homestraight, I could hear her Ducati’s engine roaring behind me. She was quite close, but I estimate it should be at least 20 metres back. I tucked in my body behind the bubble and raced down the straight, expecting to see something red flash down on my right. It didn’t come. The roar of her exhaust grew louder and louder, but by the braking marker, I can hear her downshift and seemingly backed off.

My lap timer had flashed 1:52. Now that I’m in the lead, with a clear track ahead, I went in the zone. I pushed my limits every corner, dragging my knee sliders on the asphalt as I banked lower and lower. As I crossed the finish line of the third lap, my lap timer flashed 1:51.

End of 4th lap, lap timer flashed 1:50.

On to the final lap, I pushed even harder. I braked later and harder, I leaned more and I gunned the throttle accordingly, man and machine as one. There was one instance when I nearly lost the rear when the tyre lost grip momentarily and then caught the grip back again, giving me a significant wobble but I managed to catch it back. Yet I continued to push. As I crossed the finish line of the final lap, my lap timer flashed 1:49. It was a new personal best for myself.

I begun my cooldown lap, going at only 60% speed. Jezebelle caught up with me soon and she pointed at me then pointed to her helmet and mimed the action for “crazy”. Ah Wei also caught up soon and he gave us both a thumbs up, and bowed to Jezebelle. Ah Hao was next, and he shook his head. We almost reached the chicane before Annabelle caught up with us. She gave us a thumbs up and we headed into the pits.

Once we switched the ignition off on our bikes, we climbed off the bikes and staggered to the tables and benches to sit down and rest. As we took off our helmets, there wasn’t one of us without sweat soaked hair. We unzipped our suits to the waist, and and I saw Ah Wei’s eyes dart towards Jezebelle’s chest before he quickly looked away. The girls were wearing black liners under the suits, as were the guys, so there was no exposure other than the bulges. But the bulges were definitely eye-catching.

Jezebelle: Holy shit… Jun, you’re damn fast!

Ah Wei: Yah sial! Hao told me to be careful of you on the track, but there was nothing I could do to stop you sial. You had my slipstream right?

Me: Haha… Yup…

Ah Wei: Wah but really. I expected that I could at least keep up with you at the corners, but cannot sial. Damn demoralizing, three turns later you already disappear so far ahead liao.

Jezebelle: You should see how he overtook me man. I thought I had already defended my line well and shut the door, but he still managed to squeeze through. Worse, he made it look so effortless!

Annabelle: Wah you all having so much fun, while I missed all the action… Not fair. Nvm, I can take my 2A next month, then I will buy my PGM IV also!

Me: Hahaha! Good to have a target! You two sisters come here often? You both also like quite seasoned riders, the lining quite on point.

Jezebelle: Ok lah. My ex last time also motosiao, he always bring me here with his friends, then he teach me how to play lor. We come about 3 times every month on average.

Ah Wei: Wah seh, that’s damn hardcore. I don’t feel so bad losing to you now, lol!

Ah Hao: Hahaha… Jun more geng leh… he won by large margin somemore. Jun, tell Ah Wei how often you come…

Me: I come twice a month on average last time lah. But now, around once a month lor.

Ah Wei: CCB… another hardcore racer…

Me: Hahaha… No lah! But must constantly push limits so you can improve, and also know where your new limits are.

Annabelle walked around my bike, inspecting it. She looked at the tyres intensely.

Annabelle: What the hell Jun, your tyres totally no more chicken strips lor, even the front. That means you pushed until you almost crashed le leh… the angle just another 2 degrees or so, you will lose your front tyre grip and buang already.

The bunch of them went to take a look and Ah Wei stood up clapping damn slowly damn dramatically.

Ah Wei: Good job brudder… What was your fastest lap timing sial?

Me: 1:49 today.

Ah Wei: Kan… I take my bike go sell liao…

We laughed as we went to fix our mirrors and number plates back onto our bikes. Done, we headed back towards Johor Baru, where we decided to grab lunch together. Lunch was a simple affair at a tze char restaurant. We ordered kang kong belacan, steamed fish, kung bao chicken, fu rong egg, and pork ribs. As we ate, we chatted bikes more, and shared pointers on techniques on braking and leaning. We also talked parts.

Jezebelle and Annabelle asked if I had plans to change bike, and I replied that I actually do, that I wanted to change to a Yamaha R1, and keep my NSR250SP as a project bike, purely for racing purposes. Annabelle sighed, as she was hoping I would sell it to her. Not a chance. Hahaha… I did promise Annabelle to help her out when she eventually gets her own NSR250SP. I have contacts for the parts that she eyed on my bike.

After we were done with lunch, we headed back across the custom and split up, heading home separately. Jezebelle and Annabelle stayed in Clementi, whereas Ah Hao and Ah Wei were eastsiders.

I parked my bike and headed back to my apartment. It was a struggle to get out of the suit, as I was now sweaty. The liner made it slightly easier. After I got out of the suit, I went to check my phone. Rhee and Kim had gone out, as Rhee wanted to convert his licence to be able to drive and ride in Singapore. There was a message from Ann, asking when we can go out on a date together, just me and her. Nothing from Tingting.

I went to take a shower after I had cooled down. Picking up my phone again, I scrolled to Tingting’s name, then I hesitated. Should I send her a message? Or should I drop by at her place?

I changed into a pair of jeans and tshirt, then grabbed my sling bag and keys, then headed out of the house. Along the way to Tingting’s house, I swung by a florist and bought a small bouquet of roses for Tingting, as well as a card.

When I reached Tingting’s place, i parked my bike outside and rang the bell, looking at her room window. Tingting appeared at the window momentarily, then she swung the curtains shut. Ate Laila came to the gate, she looked very apologetic.

Laila: Sorry Jun, Tingting tell me to ask you to go home. She doesn’t want to see you.

Me: sigh… Can you help me pass these flowers to her please?

Laila: Ok.

I passed Ate Laila the bouquet, then took a quick glance up at her window again. I saw some movement, as if she was looking down and then quickly hiding again when I looked up. I had written what I felt like saying to her in the card, so I left her place, and hoped that she reads it.

When I reached home, Rhee and Kim were already back. They asked me about the track session, and I told them about it. They were surprised that Jezebelle was that fast on the tracks and could ride a motorcycle that well. When I mentioned Annabelle also rides, they were incredulous. Kim also told me that Rhee’s dad will buy him a motorcycle, nevermind that he will only use it for a year. They can always sell it off later and get the money back.

Rhee and Kim had bought dinner back, but it was only their share. I said it’s fine, I’ll go out and get my own dinner. Besides, I had to do a grocery run anyway. In the end, I came back with 24 cans of Heineken, and a couple packs of maggi mee and some ingredients. I had a quiet dinner of maggi mee and then turned in for the night.

Before I could sleep, there was a soft knocking on my main door. I listened for a while, wondering if I had heard wrongly, and then there it was again, the soft knocking. I got up and went to the door to open it, half-expecting Ann to be there, softly knocking so Kim wouldn’t hear it.

Instead of Ann, it was Kim at the door. She was dressed in Hello Kitty pyjamas and carrying her small bolster. She looked up at me and smiled sweetly as she walked inside.

Kim: Rhee went to sleep already, and I tried to sleep too, but I wasn’t feeling tired enough, so I thought to come over. It’s been a while since I slept with you, dear.

I closed the door and held her hand, then I gave her a big hug and smiled. We headed into my room and she lay down beside me with her back facing me. I knew what she wanted. I brought my body close to hers and spooned her. I brought my nose to her neck and I sniffed at her neck, smelling her sweet body scent. It’s been a while since I had been in such close proximity of her, and I felt a raging desire for her.

My right hand slipped under her pyjama top and gently caressed her tummy. Kim raised her hand and put it on mine, then after I rubbed her tummy a while more, she pulled my hand down under her pyjama bottoms. I felt the smooth satin panties, and my fingers glided along the smooth fabric to rest on where her pussy is, gently moving my fingers along the groove formed on the fabric.

Kim started to take slightly deeper breaths, and her lips parted slightly. She turned her head back and I met her halfway. We kissed like lovers who had been separated a long time and were finally reunited. There was a longing in the way she kissed me. She kissed me with more eagerness than I have seen before. And as she twisted her body to get comfortable, my hand had more room to move below.

I slipped my hand under her panties, and was rewarded by the wetness of her juices. I slid my fingers along the groove of her pussy, and spread her juices more and more. Her body burned with the heat of lust and passion. She turned to face me more, her hands reaching down under my boxers for her prize.

As I rubbed her clitoris gently, she rubbed my shaft up and down. Our lips never parted as we continued to kiss each other passionately. I slipped one finger, and then a second, into her pussy, moving my fingers around inside and finding her g spot. I began to rub gently, as the beginnings of moans started from her lips.

After 5minutes, she began to moan without restriction. She reached up with her hands and grabbed my shirt, then she tugged it above my head. It was the signal to start stripping. Our clothes flew off the bed, flung by each other. In seconds, we were both stark naked and staring into each other’s eyes with lust. Kim lay down on the bed and beckoned me to go on top of her.

I lifted her calves onto my shoulder and I poked her pussy with my dick, sliding it in slowly, feeling the tip brushing against her g spot. Kim moaned sexily and she raised her hands behind her to hold the sides of the pillow. I purposely kept my back upright, knowing that if I went in range, it may end up being wolverined.

I held her hips and began to pump her slowly, letting my dick brush against the walls of her vagina slowly. Her B cup breasts bounced with the momentum of my thrusts, and her tiny pink nipples were erected.

Kim: mmmmm… yesssss…. Nnnnggghhhh… mmmmhmmmmmm…. Uuurrrggghhhhh… yessssss….

Kim suddenly pushed herself up, and she hugged me tight while she gyrated her hips, pushing my dick in and out of her. We were both in sitting position, with her straddling me now. As she bounced up and down on my hips, she raised her head towards the ceiling and moaned. I licked her neck sensually. Drawing gasps and moans from her.

Her hands roamed my back ominously, feeling up every inch of it. I was aware of them, but there was nothing much I could do in that position. Kim kissed me, further keeping me in that position. We frenched each other, our tongues jostling with each other, and she continued to bounce up and down, only more vigorous now. Our perspiration soaked our hair and dripped down our temples and chin. Kim broke the kissed and looked towards the ceiling again, arching her back.

Kim: huurrgghhh… hurrrrghhhh… hurrrrgghhh urrrghhh urggghhh… HNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHYAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!

She sat down fully on my dick and came hard. I felt her vaginal walls squeezing my dick hard and I rubbed her erected nipples with my thumbs, following up by pinching them lightly, then I pushed her down back on the bed gently. Her hands slipped from my shoulders, and fell to the side. Kim looked at me with anticipation in her eyes. She was wondering what’s the next step I was going to take.

I guided her body with my hands and she got into doggystyle position. I got up behind her and slid my dick into her love canal again, soliciting a soft moan from her. I grabbed her hips and thrusted in hard, and begun to pump. Kim buried her head in the pillow to muffle her moans and arched her back, her ass thrusted out to give me an even better angle.

Without hesitation, I drove my dick in and out of her again and again until I felt the tension building up. Kim clutched the sides of the pillow tightly screamed into the pillow as she hit yet another big orgasm and my dick twitched violently as I shot my seed inside her. I continued to thrust in and out of her slowly until my dick softened. The whitish mixture of our juices coated my dick and her pussy.

I headed to the toilet to rinse my dick, and when I returned to the bed, Kim had straightened her knees and let her legs down on the bed. She was still facing downwards, her back rising up and down rapidly as she tried to regain her breath. I crawled into bed beside her and kissed her forehead. She opened her eyes, smiled at me, then held the side of my face with her hands as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. I closed my eyes too and followed suit.

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ANowhereMan

Nice updates bro.

I love bikes too, HD and ADV.

Nothing like the feeling of wind in the face and the vibration of a V twin between the legs roaring along the road.

You should really also try off roading! The feeling is aweeeesomeeeeeeeeeee.

Rgds

PS.

If you have a nice set of headphones/hi-fi system link up to wifi tv, there is full HD quality video to reminiscence of the old days. The rumble is 3D. Amazing technology these days.

There was one period of time, my friend influenced me enough for me to buy a KTM 400 to try. A few falls later, i got used to offroad. It’s really good training for any rider, because it’s so situational in terms of control. But after playing the KTM for 2 yrs, i sold it off.

V-twin, i rode a 1098 Panigale before. The torque is shiok, but i don’t like the handling of the bike. Still prefer the smooth handling of S1000RR HP4 and R1.

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Originally Posted by

ANowhereMan

By the way,

TS, this thread coming to 2 year anniversary already hor. Wrapping up story soon?

Rgds

Yup, the story is in the last leg already. Maybe about 1/4 more to go.

Good Afternoon bros! Hope you all had a great weekend recharging your batteries! Here’s the next update, enjoy enjoy!

Previously on My SYT Korean Coursemate/Neighbour:

I headed to the toilet to rinse my dick, and when I returned to the bed, Kim had straightened her knees and let her legs down on the bed. She was still facing downwards, her back rising up and down rapidly as she tried to regain her breath. I crawled into bed beside her and kissed her forehead. She opened her eyes, smiled at me, then held the side of my face with her hands as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. I closed my eyes too and followed suit.

The next morning, there was a frantic knocking at my door, and I woke up. Kim covered her ears with a pillow and groaned. I opened the main door after slipping my boxers and a tshirt on. Rhee was standing at the door, looking flustered.

Rhee: Jun, is Kim with you? I woke up and she wasn’t in her room nor in the apartment.

Me: Yeah… She is… She couldn’t sleep last night so she came over.

There was a flicker of jealousy in Rhee’s eyes, but as soon as it came, it went too.

Rhee: Oh ok. Is she going to take bus with me or bike with you?

I looked back into the bedroom. Kim would probably want to snooze for a while longer.

Me: I think she wants to snooze a bit longer. You ok to go to school yourself?

Rhee: Yeah of course. I’m not a kid.

Me: Ha! Ok… see you in class later then.

Rhee turned around and walked away as I closed the door. Kim was sitting on my bed squinting her eyes when I walked into the bedroom. She ruffled her hair and swept it to one side. Seeing me enter, she got up and walked up to me, then threw her arms around me as she hugged me tight.

Kim: Was that Rhee?

Me: Yup. He was wondering where you went as he couldn’t find you at home.

Kim: Let’s go bathe.

We walked off to the bathroom and showered together. There was more hugging and lathering each other, but other than that, no sexy time ensued. While Kim put on her make up, I went to toast some bread and made a couple cups of milo. We had that simple breakfast together, then we headed off to school on my bike.

At the carpark, I saw Jezebelle’s Ducati, and there was a lot right beside that was empty, so I slid my bike into the lot. Kim looked at the Ducati with a lot of interest.

Kim: Dear, this bike quite stylish. And so big. Is it like a very powerful bike?

Me: Yup, quite.

Kim: Oh oh! I think it belongs to Jezebelle.

Me: How you know?

Kim pointed to the sticker on Jezebelle’s Ducati windshield. It read “Jez O+”.

Me: Hahaha! Very observant!

Kim: Hehehe… Have you spoken to her beyond track matters?

Me: Not really much, just a bit here and there. Mostly track.

Kim: She seems like quite a cool person. Maybe you and her can be fast friends.

Me: I guess.

As we stepped into the lift, I wondered why Kim was promoting Jezebelle so much. Was it because she knew we weren’t going to last longer than a few more months, and she was thinking of a succession plan for me already?

We stepped into class and took our seats. We were 15mins early and Prof Linda was not there yet. Jezebelle saw us and waved hi, then continued with her stuff, chatting with other classmates. Bryan and Vivian walked into the class, hand-in-hand. Kim saw them and tugged at my arm. Bryan’s eyes met mine, and then he quickly looked away, as if he was like a stranger or something.

Rhee came in next, with Ann and Yivonne. They had taken the same bus. Ann was busy talking to Rhee while Yivonne rolled her eyes. Prof Linda entered the class with 5mins to spare, and Joel and Eileen scampered in directly behind her. As Prof linda set up the laptop, she bent down to pick the wires. Her back was facing us and I could see no VPL as her business skirt strained against her backside. She must be wearing either a thong or a g-string.

For a lady in her late 30s, she has maintained her looks and figure very well. In fact, she looks no older than 28yrs old. She has C cup breasts and a relatively trim tummy. We once asked her what she does on her free time in Singapore, and she says she plays tennis after work with her neighbours at the rented apartment at Fraser Suites. She would be a rather desirable date, if she wasn’t hopelessly militant about the feminist cause.

Some female classmates have spoken to her separately and she mentioned that she had gone out on dates with a couple of guys before, but found them to be male chauvinist pigs by her standards, all because they had held the door open for her, and pulled the chair back for her at the table. She is a strong independent woman, and she doesn’t need males to open the doors or pull her chair back for her. GIRL POWAH!!!

Prof Linda turned around and began her lesson proper. It was dry and we had difficulty keeping awake. After almost dozing off twice, I began to type every word she said instead of only the key points in a bid to keep myself busy and awake.

Break time came and the entire class got up at the same time, relieved that we can start moving and not snooze. Even a short walk to the toilet would help wake us up. Our group went to the canteen to buy some snacks and drinks, then we went back to our classroom.

Jezebelle came over to me, and looked at Kim then smiled and nodded when Kim saw her.

Jezebelle: Sorry Kim, borrow your boyfriend a while. Jun, next Thursday you want to go track? Just nice my sis’s school no class on Thursday mornings, like us, and she wants to go track too.

I looked at Kim, and she looked back at me and nodded.

Me: Ok, sure.

Jezebelle smiled and went back to her seat.