Me: Rhee, you ok?
Rhee: Yeah, I’m fine, no worries. I was trying to catch Annabelle and wasn’t concentrating. When I saw the next corner come up and I tried to turn, it was too late and i fell and went into the gravel. Luckily I I’m properly attired and the suit protected me from further injury.
Me: Ok, that’s good. As long as you are fine. The fairings can be replaced.
Rhee: Shit, my gear lever is bent and i can’t change gears….
Ah Wei: Easy, come I help you settle.
Ah Wei took a pair of pliers and a spanner and proceeded to help Rhee bend and knock the parts back into place. Meanwhile I handed Rhee a bottle of water and he drank thirstily. Kim fussed over him a bit in Korean.
Ann and Yivonne were talking to Jezebelle and Ah Hao excitedly about the race, and gushing about how fast everyone was riding.
Ah Hao: Eh brudder! Did you break your PB again?
Me: Yup, 1:48
Ah Hao: What the shit!!! Jezebelle leh?
Jezebelle: I shaved off 3 seconds! I got 1:50, from my last lap! Initially I thought I build enough lead already, but Jun super fast! Then at the chicane, I cannot lah, he managed to find a line to overtake me. His corner speed too fast.
Ann: YAH YAH!!! I saw that overtake! So exciting!
Yivonne: Hahaha! Jun, you should have seen Ann and Kim, both of them cheering for you like crazy! Somemore both of them won the bet.
Me: Hahaha…. Who did yall bet on?
Yivonne: I bet on Ah Hao, Vivian betted on Ah Wei, then Bryan betted on Jezebelle, Kim and Ann betted on you. Only small bets lah, $10 only. Hahaha…
Annabelle: Wah! Why no one bet on me and Rhee? See our 2B bikes no up issit?
Me: Got! Who say don’t have? So you and Rhee, who won?
Annabelle: Me of course! But Rhee gave a good fight for the first 2 laps. After that don’t know where he go liao.
Rhee: She’s too skillful for me, and her bike is better tuned than mine. I’ll be back surely, this is too fun.
Ah Wei and Ah Hao dug into their wallets and passed me $20 each with a sour face.
We took our time to cool down, then packed our stuffs and made somemore ‘repairs’ to Rhee’s bike to make sure it’s functioning properly. After that, we rode off for lunch and then back home again. Ah Wei and Ah Hao went their separate ways, after Ah Wei promised to give me a better fight the next time.
Meanwhile, Jezebelle and Annabelle went home as well to get their swimming stuff, before coming over to my place to slack in the afternoon and swim. Bryan and the rest will be resting at my place as well, having brought their swimwear.
Rhee and Kim went back to their apartment to shower, while Bryan, Vivian and Yivonne sat on my sofa, drinking ice cold beer and watching cable tv. Ann squatted down beside me and watched me wriggle out of my suit. She kept disturbing me as well, poking my nipples through my liner, or making a grab for my dick, and I had to get out of my suit while fending her off.
After our shower, Kim and Rhee rejoined us at my apartment, and we thought about what to have for dinner. In the end, we decided to just call pizza and KFC again. Vivian volunteered to go out to buy 2 roasted pork knuckles and a case of beer as well, and Bryan left with her immediately, aiming to come back before the Belles arrive.
The rest of us just sat around, waiting. Kim snuggled up on the sofa beside me, and Ann sat on my other side, using her toes to push lightly against my butt. Yivonne twirled her hair with her fingers, and examined them for split ends. Rhee just laid back on the couch and closed his eyes, resting.
30mins later, my doorbell rang, and Kim went to open the door. Jezebelle came in and took off her backpack. Then she reached in and took out 2 bottles of merlot and asked where the fridge is. Annabelle followed her into the apartment. Bryan and Vivian came back a few minutes after the Belles arrived too. We then took turns to change into our swimwear.
Jezebelle wore a pink bikini, and it was the first time I saw her flesh, because usually when I see her, she would be wearing jackets and jeans, fully covered up. There was some badassery about her, probably because her hair was tied up in cornrows on one side. Her cleavage was deep, and her breasts full. She had a great figure.
Annabelle wore a scarlet red bikini, and it reminded me somewhat of Hyun. However, if Hyun looked coquettish and was the devil, then Annabelle had an angelic and innocent look about her. She was way too bubbly, smiling and laughing easily. Her skin was as fair as Kim, and her body was as hot as shapely as Jezebelle’s.
I looked at Rhee and Bryan for their reactions. As usual, Bryan’s mouth was open and he kept staring. Rhee tried to play it cool by looking elsewhere, but every now and then, he would glance in their direction.
Vivian came out wearing a white bikini with some subtle light gold trimmings. It contrasted with her smooth skin nicely, and pushed her C cup breasts up, making them look larger than they are. It was evident that Vivian spent a lot of money on maintaining herself, as her skin was smooth and devoid of any imperfections. On Jezebelle and Annabelle, there were very faint stretch marks near their bums, but not for Vivian.
Kim wore a black bikini which she had worn before, and it looks good on her. Yivonne wore a multicolour push up bikini to improve her bust. Ann turned heads with a camo print bikini. We headed to the pool, and the girls chatted excitedly.
While they were all swimming and playing with water, I did my laps, and then I just nua at the side of the pool. Ann saw, and she came over. Reaching me, she held my arm and stood beside me in the pool.
Ann: Jun, you ok?
Me: Yeah, I’m ok. Why leh?
Ann: No lah… cos you look like you lost in thought or something. Want to join us for a game of monkey?
Me: No.. it’s ok.. I’d like to nua here.
Ann: You sure? Looks like there’s something bothering you…
Me: I’ll be fine, really. Go ahead.
Ann: Ok. If you need me, just call for me k?
Ann waded off to join the rest in the pool, while I watched. As they played, I observed that Bryan was his usual self, purposely accidentally touching Annabelle and Jezebelle, especially when he was being the monkey. Vivian didn’t take any notice though. Meanwhile, Rhee stuck closely to Kim, and the both of them often spoke to each other in Korean, like a secret code.
My phone rang and I got out of the pool to pick it up.
Tingting: Hey Jun.
Me: Hey Ting, what’s up?
Tingting: You busy now?
Me: Not really. My classmates came over to swim, and I’m just sitting at the side thinking.
Tingting: Ann there too?
Me: Yup.
Tingting: Hmm… what were you thinking of? Her naked?
Me: Actually, no… But I was thinking about what to do, about you and her.
Tingting: Why think about me? Don’t need mah, we’re on break afterall… You can be with her for all I care now.
Tingting’s words oozed with jealousy.
Me: I think about you because I love you.
Tingting: and you love her too.
Me: Like maybe, love, I’m not sure, probably not.
Tingting: Whatever.
There was silence as she tried to control her temper, and I kept quiet because I didn’t know what to say.
Tingting: You still picking me up tomorrow right?
Me: Yeah.
Tingting: See you tomorrow. *click* duuuuuuuu……..
Tingting hung up on me.
Good morning Bros! Hope you all had a great weekend. Here are the Monday updates!
Tingting hung up on me.
I put the phone down and rubbed my hand across my face slowly, exhaling at the same time in exasperation. The feeling oh being kup on the phone is a damn shitty one. But kup by someone you love and you know she is pissed and upset and there’s nothing you can do about it? Multiply the shitty feeling by 48954356234234…………
I slipped back into the pool, and I did another 5 laps. After the 5 laps, all of us went back up to the apartments and they started showering while I ordered the pizza and fried chicken. Yivonne finished showering first, and she preheated my oven before slotting both pork knuckles into the oven to roast it.
I finished my shower and entered the kitchen, smelling the heavenly aroma of the roasting pork knuckles. Ann and Yivonne were seated in front of the oven as well, having front row seats to The Great Roasting. I opened a can of beer and stood behind them, watching the skin of the pork knuckle crackle and pop in the oven. Ann reached up and took my beer, wanting a drink too.
Kim came into the kitchen, attracted by the smell, and she walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my body and stood beside me. I held her waist with one arm as well. Ann returned me the beer and went back to watching the oven, now that Kim was here, she had to behave herself.
The two Belles came into the kitchen to join us, and Rhee followed behind them. Annabelle was talking to him about the differences between their bikes and he was listening intently. Bryan and Vivian settled down on my sofa and channel surfed. Vivian leaned against Bryan, and he had his arm around her shoulder. They seem to be rather comfortable and loving actually. I hadn’t thought they would last.
Jezebelle tapped my shoulder, getting my attention. When Kim looked at her, Jezebelle apologized to Kim, and said she wanted to borrow me a while for bike talk. Kim reluctantly let me go, and I sat down with Jezebelle outside the kitchen.
Jezebelle: Eh, you good lor! Got Korean gf, so pretty. Hahaha…
Me: Ok lah… not for much longer I think…
Jezebelle: Why leh?
Me: Parents’ objection, going back to Korea, etc etc. Anyway, you didn’t ask to talk to me about this right?
Jezebelle: Hahaha… Chill lah! Yah, I wanted to ask you, how can I go faster? My bike so much more powerful, but I can’t win you.
Me: You know Pasir Gudang is optimal for middle-weight bikes right? 250cc 2 strokes or 600cc 4-strokes… 1000cc superbikes are not optimal because the power cannot be fully tapped, and they are harder to flick around in corners, that’s where I always makan you. You pull away slightly at the straights, but at the corners, I eat back much more.
Jezebelle: Huh? Then how?
Me: Either buy smaller bike, or go Sepang lor. If we went to Sepang, you will surely finish far ahead of me thanks to the two super long straights.
Jezebelle: Hmmm… nevermind. I think I dowan to change bike. I like my cyclops-lookalike bike. Hahaha… By the way, you remind me a lot of my ex.
Me: Huh? Why leh?
Jezebelle: Both of you also motosiao, and damn fast on the track. But you’re much nicer than him lah. He ultimate ah beng one. Then when he is angry, he will throw things around or slap me. That’s why I broke up with him.
Me: Then he never bother you?
Jezebelle: He want to bother also cannot bother liao. Barely one week after we broke up, he got into accident and passed away.
Me: shit…. What happened?
Jezebelle: His group got into argument with another group. Then they decided to settle by racing. Both of them sped along telok blangah road. Who knows, suddenly at one part, a lorry suddenly came out from a side road and my ex smashed into the lorry. He flew over it and landed on his head and rolled almost 50 metres. The other guy stunned and skidded also. His friends said he died on the spot, some say he was suffering a bit before he died. The other guy escaped with broken arm and leg.
Me: Shit man…
Jezebelle: Yeah… Anyway, it’s two years ago thing liao lah. Hahaha… I’m over it already.
Me: Then now single?
Jezebelle: Yah, no one dare to date me after they see I ride bike. There was this guy last year, but after I turned up at his place for a party on my bike, his parents shot it down immediately. Why? Want to apply arh? Hahaha…
Me: Hahaha… No offence, but no.
Jezebelle: Of course no lah… Although I like you, but I think now not the right time lah. You barely know me, and then also got other people in front of me queueing up for you.
Me: Huh?
Jezebelle: Huh as in for what? Me liking you or someone ahead?
Me: Both I guess.
Jezebelle: What’s not to like about you? Handsome, nice broad shoulders and v shape torso, super fast on the track, loves riding motorcycle like me, smart somemore. As for someone ahead, hahaha… I think Ann already chope you liao. I can see the look she gives you. I’m way too far behind to vie with her already lah.
Me: Hahaha… ok…
Annabelle: My sister also likes you lah… Somemore you riding her dream bike. Hahaha… she jokingly asked me the first time she saw you that if she and you got together, I will jealous or not. Hahaha…
So awkward, I don’t know how else to reply Jezebelle. She has all the qualities that I was looking for in a future partner so far as well, although I don’t know much about her character beyond what I’ve seen. And Annabelle is also another that fitted my criteria very well. Thankfully, my phone rang and saved me from that awkward conversation.
Me: Pizza’s here, sorry, gotta go get the goods.
I got up and went to the kitchen to tell them the food is here. Ann and Kim immediately volunteered to go with me to collect the food. As we walked out of the door, Kim held my arm tight, staking her claim. Ann just hung loose and tried to act like normal nonchalant her, but I knew deep down she was jealous and can’t wait for Kim to break up with me.
We collected the Pizza, and just as we were about to turn to go back up, the KFC pulled up at the guardhouse, and we collected those too. We went back to the apartment to see the table being set by the two Belles. Bryan, Vivian and Rhee stood at the side and watched as Yivonne carried out the tray containing 2 perfectly roasted pork knuckles. The rest helped to open up the boxes of pizzas and chicken as i donned a glove on my left hand and sliced the pork knuckles the way I saw the Marche people do it. My Zwilling slicing knife made short work of it as it sliced the pork knuckles effortlessly, even the extra crispy pork crackling offered little resistance to the extra sharp serrated blade of the knife.
Ann brought out a bucket of ice cold beer and we proceeded to feast on the food and chat. The night went by quickly, and at 10pm, we started to clear the boxes and clean up. Vivian would go home straight, while Bryan will send Ann and Yivonne home. The Belles both rode, so they will ride home as well. Rhee headed back into Kim’s apartment, and Kim and I brushed our teeth and lay down on my bed. Kim held my hand, then she played with my fingers.
Kim: Dear… Am I selfish if I get jealous at Ann showing you so much attention? Or Jezebelle?
Me: No, it’s perfectly normal. Afterall, we’re together. Why?
Kim: I… I was kinda happy that Jezebelle appeared. I thought maybe after I went back home, she or Ann could take over my place and love you. I just want you to be happy. But I don’t know why, recently, I get upset when they talk to you. It’s like, I know we won’t last, but yet I don’t want to let you go… I feel selfish for doing so…
Me: We’re still together, it’s your right to be selfish, and it’s perfectly normal. Don’t think so much, and don’t think about succession plans for me, because they may not happen.
Kim hugged me tight and she rested her head on my shoulder.
Kim: Jun… You know when Hyun and her ex-boyfriend got together, and my parents objected, I thought it was because he was American, and that if I found an Asian boyfriend, I would be fine, my parents could accept. But Hyun tells me that everyday, my parents will nag at her, saying that it’s her influence and fault that I went to get a non-Korean boyfriend and asks her to talk to me and convince me to break up with you. I’m so conflicted, Jun.
Kim: Hyun tells me that it’s ok, that she will just shut off when my parents nag at her, but I know Hyun is suffering also. I know that if I break up with you, everything will be alright. She won’t get nagged at anymore, and my parents will keep quiet, and I won’t be so pressured anymore. But I can’t bring myself to break up with you. I… I love you…
I hugged her tight, and I could smell her sweet natural scent. Kim can’t bear to break up with me, despite knowing that she will have to do so eventually. I will have to be the one to do it, eventually. I deliberated with the decision for a while, floating the thought in my head for the next 15mins, as Kim hugged me tight.
Me: Kim…
Kim sat up and looked at me. I sat up as well.
Me: Kim… I love you too…
Kim’s eyes began to tear up. She hugged me tighter and buried her head in my neck. The 5 stages of acceptance are Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and finally Acceptance. Denial started when Kim learnt about her parents not accepting of her having a non-Korean boyfriend. She thought maybe I could win them over, but it was not to be. Then Anger happened when she had quarreled with her parents over Skype several times in the past because of our relationship. We are about to step into Bargaining.
Kim: What if… I tell my parents that I’ve broken up with you, but we secretly continue to see each other?
Me: Will Rhee rat on us?
Kim: He’d better not if he treasures our friendship.
Kim thought for a while, then she smiled.
Kim: Dear, I think it will work! I can tell my parents that we’ve broken up, and then if my dad checks in with Rhee, I’ll tell Rhee to lie to him! There’s no way else he can find out that we’re only pretend-break up.
Personally, I’m not too sure that it will work out. The plan was logically sound, but it contained a couple of variables and unknowns that could make it go wrong in many ways. I didn’t want to burst Kim’s bubble, so I agreed. Happy Kim is always better than Sad Kim.
Kim held my hand and laid back down on the bed, and I laid down with her. She cupped my face with her hands and gave me a long kiss before hugging me and resting her head on my chest. She fell asleep soon after. I thought for a while more before I fell asleep an hour later.
I was abruptly woken up the next morning, but it was a pleasant awakening. My morning wood was as hard as steel, and there was a warm pleasure radiating from there. Kim was no longer at my side. Instead, the sheets between my legs rose and fell as her head bobbed up and down. I slowly pulled the sheets down, and as the sheets cleared her head, her eyes looked up and stared into mine. She continued to suck away, not missing a beat though. She gave my dick another 2 minutes of good blowing before she rubbed it with her hands and got up.
Kim: Good morning Dear…
Me: That sure is a good morning. Heh…
Kim: And I’m about to make it even better…
Kim straddled my hips, and gently pushed my dick into an upright position, then she lowered herself onto it slowly, feeling the tip part her labia and gently plunge into her wet, warm pussy. She moaned as my dick slid into her fully, and the tip trailed along her g-spot. Kim brought her hands up to her breasts and cupped them, then gently squeezed them as she began to rock her hips back and forth, driving my dick in and out of her pussy.
I reached down with my right hand, and placed my thumb on her clitoris. There was no work to be done on my end, as the momentum of her rocking made her clitoris rub against my thumb. As she rocked back and forth, she got more and more turned on. Kim moaned as pleasure radiated from her nether regions.
Kim changed her pattern after a good few minutes of rocking back and forth. She now rode up and down in my dick instead, using her thigh muscles to push her up and then back down again on my dick. She squeezed her breasts more vigorously and she moaned louder, faster. Our groins were soaking wet now, as our juices flowed, a whitish ‘foam’ even began to form, such was the intensity of her riding.
Kim sat down heavily on my hips and moaned loudly as her climax shook her body. Her legs continued to push her up and down, as muscle memory took over, but at a much slower rate now, as her body struggled with the exertions of orgasm. Her hands dropped to my abs, and pressed down on it as she supported herself. Perspiration dripped from her chin onto my tummy.
I sat up, and she clung onto me like a koala bear. Shifting both of us off the bed was not an easy task, but I mananged it. With my dick still inside her throbbing vagina, I got onto my feet, lifting her up with me. Kim wrapped her legs around my hips tightly, and her arms around my shoulders. Holding and supporting her perky butt, I began to thrust in and out of her. It was strenuous.
Time and again, I buried my dick into her pussy fully, as gravity made the job extremely easy. Kim buried her head into my neck and kept moaning as my dick pushed against her pleasure spots in her vagina, which was already extremely sensitive, again and again. She hugged me tighter as she climaxed again. It took another 3 minutes of hard thrusting before I groaned and unloaded my thick, hot semen into her pussy.
I gently lowered her onto the floor, and as she sat there recovering her breath, the thick, white semen began to flow out of her pussy and onto the floor. Kim saw, and she ran a finger along her pussy, gathering some of the cum on it, then she looked at me and she licked her finger. The alarm clock continued ringing in the background and I went to turn it off. We have only 45mins to wash up and leave for class before we are late. The thought of having to sit through Prof Linda’s lashing for lack of punctuality drove us to wash up fast. In just 15 minutes, we were out of the house and on the bike heading to school.
We burst through the classroom door at 8.29am, just 1 minute early, and Prof Linda frowned at us. We took our seats just as the clocked ticked 8.30am. a couple of claps and throat clearing from Prof Linda signaled the start of the lesson. I took out my macbook and switched it on, and began to pay attention to the lecture. That was when I finally got a good look at Prof Linda.
Prof Linda was dressed exactly like one of those female teachers in the many Naughty America films. Her blond hair was bunned up, and she wore a black plastic horn-rimmed glasses that day. Her attire consisted of a fitted plain white blouse, and a fitted black jacket. She wore a tight black skirt that ended at her midthighs, and had a slit on one side, showing even more of her toned legs. A black 4-inch heels completed her attire and gave her the look of a slutty teacher or secretary stereotypes in porn videos.
Already, some of the guys in class were murmuring about her attire, and elbowing each other excitedly like secondary school boys who were just getting hit with puberty and had raging hormones. Then, Prof Linda dropped her marker which she had been writing with. The murmurs died, as all eyes were on her ass.
Prof Linda didn’t miss a beat, and she bent down to pick up the marker. It was just an action of a second or two, but it had lasting impressions, as we saw no VPL, no panty imprints on her skirt, which was stretched tight over her ass. It was so tight that we could see the very obvious slope of the skirt as it dipped between her butt cheeks. She was either wearing nothing at all, or a g-string, although my guess would be the former.
One of my msn messenger windows instantly exploded. That particular group was for all the guys in the class, only guys. Someone had created it for the purpose of checking out all the girls in class. Every message that pop up there mentioned Prof Linda’s ass and her choice of lingerie. For the rest of the lesson, that was the norm. At one point, Prof Linda’s second button from the top of her blouse had come undone, and we were able to catch glimpses of her charcoal coloured bra and milky white skin of her bosom. There were quiet cursings as one girl, Prof Linda’s pet student, tried to motion to Prof Linda discreetly, and Prof Linda caught it and buttoned up with her back towards us.
Prof Linda held a mini test at the end of the class, and unsurprisingly, most of the guys who kept typing away on messenger flunked the mini-test miserably. I got a couple of questions wrong, as I myself had missed those points when I was admiring Prof Linda’s dressing and figure. As class ended, my group gathered outside the classroom. They were discussing about lunch and movie, and then shopping and dinner.
Me: Eh guys, I can’t join you all today, I need to go bring a friend to buy bike.
Kim: Oh? Why so last minute?
Me: My fault. It was agreed some time back, but it slipped out of my mind so I didn’t tell.
Kim: Oh well, let’s pick a better lunch place to punish Jun!
Yivonne: Sushi-tei!
Ann: Sushi-tei yay!
I hung around for another 10minutes, and left after Kim gave me a hug and said she’ll see me tonight after they were done with dinner. Rhee offered to chauffeur her around and I nodded.
20mins later, I pulled into the bike lots at BBDC, and took out my handphone to message Tingting. She mentioned that she will be done soon, and one of my ex-instructors came to talk to me as he was smoking and recognized me. Tingting came out shortly after and the instructor saw her walk up to us.
Instructor: Wah Jun, this one your girlfriend arh? No wonder she one-shot pass almost all the courses lah! Got secret training one…
Me: Hahaha… I only gave her some pointers, the rest is all her effort.
Tingting smiled.
Instructor: It was really good to be her instructor. I only managed to take her for E-brake and Evaluation. You know today her TP she passed with how many points? Even lower than you ok?!
I had passed with only 6 demerit points during my 2B, which was quite a feat, considering the average new rider often passed with an average of 18 points. Tingting smiled and took out her cert. 4 points. I patted her helmeted head lightly a couple of times, congratulating her on her passing her TP test. The instructor left us be as he went back to prepare for the next lesson slot, and Tingting climbed onto my bike.
Tingting: Let’s go to bike shop and see bike!
Instead of heading to a bike shop, I headed to the nearest NTUC Income outlet. As we sat down at the counter, i took the necessary documents from Tingting and added her as a subrider for the NSR150 SP which I bought recently, the same one that had been sitting in my condo carpark, waiting for Tingting to pass her TP. After Tingting topped up the insurance premium required to make her a subrider, we headed for lunch at Nam Kee chicken rice, our old haunt.
The ladyboss saw us and sat us down, then went off without taking our order. Our usual order was served barely 5mins later. Tingting kept staring at me with a questionative look as we ate. Finally, she could take it no longer.
Tingting: Did you buy a bike for me?
Me: Yup.
Tingting: Why?!
Me: Cos I know you’ll be itching to ride once you got your licence, and if we went to buy bike today instead, the bike won’t be ready for at least another week, and you would be sulking for that one week.
Tingting: Hehehe… You know me so well… So… What bike did you get me?
Me: You’ll see later.
Tingting: Tell meeeeeeee……
Me: Nope.
Tingting pouted and folded her arms across her chest. I continued eating my lunch and ignoring her. Seeing that I was not going to give in and reveal anything, she unfolded her arms and continued eating as well. Done with lunch, we headed back to the condo. I parked next to the covered bike and we got off the bike.
Tingting: Why we come back? Thought need to go bike shop collect the bike?
Me: It’s already here. I went to collect it few days ago.
Tingting looked at the covered bike and pointed at it, then looked at me quizzically. Her voice went up two pitches as she squealed excitedly.
Tingting: Is this it?!?!
Me: Yup.
Tingting immediately put down her slingbag and helmet, and started to pull the bike cover off. She gasped as she dropped the bike cover on the floor, her eyes fixed on the bike in front of her. The design of the livery was exactly that which she had wanted. It was a white base with blue Hawaiian flowers, the special custom livery of my MotoGP idol, which Tingting had grown to idolize as well as a result of my influence.
She eagerly climbed onto the bike and felt it up, depressing the gear and clutch levers, and putting her foot on the footpegs, feeling the positioning of the bike. Then she looked at me puzzledly.
Tingting: How to start the engine? Where to press?
The newer bikes she was accustomed to in BBDC had electric starters, but not so much for two-strokes. Two-stroke motorcycles still relied on kickstarters. I reached for the kickstarter and pulled it out.
Me: You pull this handle out, then you step on it, and kick downwards quick to start the engine.
Tingting tried once, but didn’t get it. She got off and watched as I demonstrated it for her, and her next attempt was perfect. She test rode the bike in the carpark for a couple of rounds, before I told her to carry her bag and put on her helmet. We were going shopping for safety gears.
I took the lead as we rode out of the condo, and headed for Regina Specialties at Kelantan Lane. Along the way, I kept looking at my mirrors, to see how Tingting was holding up. Initially, she wasn’t used to the posture of the sports bike, as it required a more aggressive forward lean, as opposed to the upright position of the bikes at BBDC. However, by the time we reached Kelantan Lane, she was riding as if she had rode that bike for years, seasoned.
She followed me into the shop, and I picked out a couple of Alpinestars armored jackets for her to try out. At the same time, I picked out two pairs of riding shoes. They look like normal high top sneakers, but had more ankle support and some even have metal plates built in for more protection. Tingting tried the shoes on as well.
Throughout her learning journey at BBDC, she wore the cloth durian gloves, as those were the cheapest gloves around, and were BBDC minimum requirements. Now, I picked out 3 pairs of gloves for her to try on. She made her choices after that, and put the jacket, riding shoes, and gloves on the counter. I bargained hard with the salesman, and got a good price for the attire. Picking out my wallet, I made the payment before Tingting could fish her wallet out of her bag. I collected the change and the stuff, then turned to leave and Tingting followed me, protesting, cos I had paid for everything.
We sat down at the coffeeshop nearby and she gave up insisting that I take the money back after I told her it was my present for her. I did make her pay for the 100plus that I ordered though.
Tingting: Jun, the bike… How much did it cost? I transfer you later ok?
Me: It’s ok, don’t need to transfer me anything. Just ride safely is enough.
Tingting smiled, and she picked up her jacket and ran her hands across the fabric, feeling it up. There was a happy smile on her face. It was a welcome sight, much better than the disappointment and hurt from a couple of weeks back. At least she is talking to me now.
Tingting took her time to remove all the tags from her loots, and carefully threaded the shoelaces for her new shoes. Having done that, she removed her sneakers, and wore the new riding shoes. Her old pair of sneakers was already worn, and had a couple of holes in the fabric. I took another look at the sneakers. It was old. It was a gift from me to her in the past (I not pantang, but just in case, she had given me $2 in return). Tingting saw me looking at the sneakers.
Tingting: I still wear it from time to time. Everything you gave me, I still keep. Unless they are really torn or cannot be used anymore. This pair of sneakers is reaching that stage.
Me: It’s ok, you can throw it away, I don’t mind. No point keeping spoilt stuff.
Tingting: Yup, I was planning to discard it later. Anyway, you bought me another pair of shoes, so it replaces. Oh oh… Here’s $2. You not pantang, I also not pantang, but better to err on the side of caution.
Tingting passed me a $2 note. She then put the old sneakers in the shoebox and put all the tags and rubbish into the box and got up. She took the box and went to the dustbin and left it beside the dustbin, as the shoebox was too big to fit into the dustbin’s hole. We finished our drinks and prepared to leave. Tingting donned her armored jacket, and wore her gloves. Then we rode back to her place.
Ate Laila opened the gate for us, and we rode into the driveway and parked the bikes. Weisheng magically appeared to water his plants and looked over. We ignored him as we walked into the house. The sound of mahjong tiles could be heard very clearly as Tingting’s mum was playing mahjong in the hall. We said hi to her mum, and I saw that my mum was there as well.
Tingting’s mum: Wah Tingting! You look so stylo in that jacket!
Tingting: Hee! Jun buy for me one! He say safety first!
My mum: Wah! You buy for Tingting never buy for me arh?!
Me: Ma… You don’t even ride bike!
My mum: See see? Terrible son!
The other 2 aunties at the table laughed and remarked that our parents didn’t tell them that we were dating, to which our parents denied that we were dating, just that we were good friends, that’s all.
Tingting grabbed my hand and dragged me up the stairs as we beat a hasty retreat. The voices from below told us that the aunties were still talking about us, how we were of marriage age and should be a couple because we look good together etc etc.
We went into Tingting’s room and she closed the door and locked it. Then she sat down on her bed as she exhaled deeply like a sigh. She sat up straight and began to unzipped her jacket, thrusting her chest out as she tried to remove it. I saw her do that, and my eyes couldn’t help but focus on the twin mounds that protruded out. As soon as she removed the jacket, she resumed her normal sitting position and looked at me, seeing that my eyes were still locked on her chest. Tingting threw a pillow at me and I barely stopped it from hitting my face.
Tingting: Look until so focused… Tsk…
I was about to say something when her phone rang. She looked at it, then picked it up.
Tingting: Hello? Jared? What’s up? Dinner? Later? Erm… Nah, my mum is already preparing dinner and my share is included. What? Tomorrow? Erm. I’ll let you know again. Ok. Ok. Bye bye.
She hung up the call and put her phone down then look at me. She could tell that there was some disappointment on my face.
Tingting: Jared was asking me for a dinner date tonight, I said cannot. Then he asked if I was free tomorrow evening instead.
Me: It’s ok, don’t have to explain to me. We are on our 6-month break anyway.
Tingting: Jun…
Me: It’s ok.
Tingting: NO, IT’S NOT!
I looked at her. She stood up and walked to me then faced me. There was a defiance in her eyes.
Tingting: Stop pretending that it’s ok when you know you are upset!
Me: I could say the same for you.
Tingting: But what can I do?! Until now, you have not come and asked me to be your girlfriend, nor have you even given me the indication that you want me to be with you. You didn’t even tell me whether you want me to continue waiting for you or not. And even if I wait, how can I be assured that you will be mine when Ann is trying to steal you away from me?
I ran my hand across my face again. This is not going well again. I sat down on her bed.
Tingting: Do you, or do you not love me?
Me: I do.
Tingting: What about Ann? Do you or do you not love Ann?!
Me: Not as much as I love you.
Tingting stared at me after I said those words. It was as if she finally received release. She sat back down on the bed and faced me, then she picked up her phone and dialed a contact.
Tingting: Hello Jared? Yeah, sorry, I’m not free for dinner tomorrow. Yeah. What? No, I don’t think so, sorry. You’re a nice guy, but I don’t want to mislead you. I’m actually seeing someone else. No. No. I only went out with you because I thought you wanted to treat me for helping cover two of your duties. Yeah. No, I’m not, sorry. Yup. See you at work on Monday. Have a good weekend. Bye.
Tingting put down the phone and it seems that the phonecall had taken a bit out of her. Surely it sucks to reject someone, especially when you have inadvertently given the person some hope.
Tingting looked at me, and there was a hardness in her eyes.
Tingting: You better not forget your promise to me, Jun. Otherwise I’ll really bring a bottle of formaldehyde back from the hospital and inject a good 100ccs into your dick and watch it compete in the Para-limp-dicks. I’m putting myself back onto the shelf again to wait for you. And that’s how much I love you over myself.
I held Tingting’s hand and patted her hand, then I slipped my pinky finger through hers. Tingting smiled as she shifted forward and melted into my arms. Her hands wrapped around my back and she hugged me tight.
30mins later, the room heated up, as the both of us, fully naked now, were engaged in an intense love-making session. Our clothes littered the room, and her matching set of Victoria’s Secrets white bra and thongs with black lace trimmings were lying on the bed where I had dropped them off. Tingting had her arms around my neck, and her legs wrapped around my waist, as I rocked back and forth, pushing my dick in and out of her. Perspiration formed all over our bodies, as the aircon, which was set to 26degrees and on low fan speed struggled to beat back the hot rays of the sun which tried to shine into her room, but were blocked by the thick night curtains.
Tingting gasped and moaned, her long hair plastered onto her forehead. Her large C cup breasts shook up and down as my thrusting momentum shook her body. She moved her legs quite a bit, sometimes bringing them down to rest on the bed, then raising one or both of them to wrap around my waist again. I lay down on her, and she hugged me tight.
Tingting: Urrrrggghhhhh.. Urrrrggggghhh…. Yessssss…. Jun….. harder….. fuck me……. Fuck me…. Harrderr…. Make sweet love….. to me….. like …… you …. Mean it…. Ooooohhhhh yessssss….. Jun…. that’s it…… there….. thereee…… that’s the ….. right spott…… fuuuccckkkkk…… Urrrrrrrggghhhhhhhh…… I’m….. cuummminnnnnggggg……. I’M…….. CUMMMMINNNNGGGG!!!!!!! HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!
Tingting’s left leg lay straight down on the bed, but her right leg wrapped around my waist like an extra arm. Her hips were raised as well, bringing her pussy closer to my dick so the penetration is more complete. Her arms gripped me tighter as her body shuddered and her muscles contracted involuntarily due to the big orgasm.
I gently lowered her right leg from my waist, and I spread her legs wide apart as I eased my dick in and out of her wet, cleanly waxed pussy. The sight of my dick, 7” long and thick with bulging veins slipping in and out of her pussy turned me on. The sight of the whitish juices from her pussy coating my dick turned me on further. I held her thighs with my arms and I thrusted my hips hard into hers again and again.
Tingting shrieked involuntarily, then she grabbed her pillow and quickly covered her face with it, muffling her subsequent moans and shrieks as I pounded her pussy hard. I felt myself nearing my limit and my thigh muscle started to cramp up. The aching from my groin seemed to reach upwards like a cold, clammy hand and grabbed my stomach. I thrusted again and held it there, my dick fully into her pussy, the tip of my dick pushing against her cervix. Then, I lost control.
My cum spewed forth from my dick in 7 extremely forceful squirts as my penile muscles contracted violently. I felt the warmth spreading in her pussy and around my dick, as my thick, warm, potent seed filled her womb. Tingting pushed the pillow aside slightly as she moaned softly and gasped. She felt the warmth engulf her womb as well, and it turned her on.
I leaned forward in a controlled fall onto her, and she immediately wrapped her arms around my shoulders and she hugged me tight. Her gentle hands stroked my back and she kissed me on my cheek. After 15mins, I rolled off her and my deflated dick slipped out of her pussy. She rolled over to the side of the bed, and got up. Standing with her legs slightly apart, she felt her pussy with her hand, but no excess cum flowed out. It seemed to have disappeared inside her. Tingting walked to the attached bathroom in her room, and she took a quick shower.
She emerged, smelling of Lily flowers from her Crabtree and Evelyn Lily shower gel. She picked up her bra and thongs and put them on, then sat down beside me, trailing her hands across my chest and abs.
Tingting: I love you, Jun.
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waahaa
still so many possibilities… maybe he ends up with the prof
Erm, one or few nights i don’t mind lah. Ang moh lady about 15yrs older than me, sounds like milf porn fantasy. But god help me if end up with her. Can you imagine living with a vegan ultra feminist? No offence to vegans, but i love my meat too much. And i can take feminism, but hers is bordering on militant feminism already. Too rad. Lol…
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alwaysalone
“Para-limp-dicks” haha.
I like Ting ting. She is funny.
I swear Tingting really said that, and i found it funny too, that’s why i remember it vividly. She is cute in her own ways. There are times she will get lost in her world and throw me all the scientific names for body parts and medicines. Dick become phallus, panadol become paraceptemol etc. I’ll be like “why cant you just call it dick and panadol like others?” And she’ll be like “i’m used to calling them that way, deal with it.” And her favourite threat? Always formaldehyde to the dick.
Previously on My SYT Korean Coursemate/Neighbour:
She picked up her bra and thongs and put them on, then sat down beside me, trailing her hands across my chest and abs.
Tingting: I love you, Jun.
She leaned in to kiss me, then she pulled my hand and asked me to go take a shower. While I was showering, I heard her wear her clothes, and then she opened the room door. Her mum had come up and asked if we were eating dinner. My mum was staying for dinner and my dad would join us too before he fetched my mum home. Tingting told her that we would be eating as well, then closed the door. I came out of the shower shortly after and dressed up.
Tingting reached under her table and brought both helmets out. She passed one to me.
Tingting: Happy Advanced Birthday, Jun. Let’s start wearing the helmet together ok? I want to start wearing fullface helmet, but I don’t want to wear this if you’re not wearing it too.
I took the helmet and smiled at her. Then I kissed her on her forehead and on her lips. Tingting put the helmets on the side of her bed and she hopped onto my lap and kissed me passionately as she wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tightly. I felt her breasts squishing against my chest. There was a stirring at my groin again. Tingting felt it.
Tingting: So fast, Jun?
Me: Heh…
Tingting unzipped my jeans and pulled my boxers down, springing my dick free from the confines of its cotton prison. She bent down and began to lick the length of my shaft. Her tongue worked fervently, tickling every inch of my dick, licking the grooves of the tip of my dick. The tip of her tongue ticked my dick here and there.
As she sucked and teased away with her tongue, I caressed her head with my hand. Tingting was encouraged by my touch, and she went faster and faster.
Me: Urrrrghhhh… feeelsss gooood….. mmmm…..
My verbal approval encouraged her, and she used her hands to help as well, gently applying pressure along the length of my shaft as she continued to blow me. I wanted to lean back and relax, but the sensations coming from down below were too intense. I ended up cumming hard after another 3minutes of sensual blowjob from Tingting, and she sucked all my cum into her mouth and swallowed it before giving my dick a kiss and tucking it back under my boxers and zipping my jeans back up. Tingting kissed my lips, then held my hands and got up, pulling me along as we exited her room and took the stairs down to the kitchen.
We stood around, watching Ate Laila cook the dishes, and watching Tingting’s mum observing Ate Laila to see if the amount of salt, sauces and other seasoning that she put was correct. Ate Laila had learnt the recipes from Tingting’s mum in the almost 2 decades she has been working for them, but Tingting’s mum likes to watch just to ensure. She was that anal about cooking.
My mum also sat in the kitchen, and was talking to Tingting’s mum. The other 2 aunties had already gone off. Upon seeing us enter the kitchen together, the topic of our mums’ conversation naturally turned to us.
My mum: Wah, Tingting also riding bike now arh? Must be Jun influenced one issit?
Tingting’s mum: Yah lah! Silly girl say want to spend more time with Jun, so want to learn bike then can go out ride with him. Then I tell her easier way is just ask Jun come over for dinner, then can liao mah!
My mum: Different mah, young people want their own privacy… Right, Tingting?
Tingting: YUP!
Tingting stuck her tongue out at her mum, making my mum laugh.
Tingting’s mum: Ah Jun arh, good thing you brought her to go buy all the safety gears, at least uncle and I no need to worry so much because we know you are taking care of Tingting.
Me: Auntie, don’t worry. Did you know that Tingting pass her bike test with even lesser demerit points than me? Don’t worry, she is a very good rider.
I winked at Tingting when I said ‘rider’. She narrowed her eyes at me, telling me that she caught the innuendo attached to that word.
My dad reached 30mins later, and Tingting and I helped to set the table while Ate Laila cooked the last dish, steamed XO live prawns with wolfberries and ginseng. Tingting’s dad entered the house, back from his session at the golf driving range just as the food was being set on the table. The aroma of the hot food filled the dining area, and everyone sat down, appetites whetted.
Dinner was a noisy affair, as everyone congratulated Tingting about her getting her Class 2B licence, and also telling me to make sure Tingting is safe and continue giving her riding tips so she will keep herself safe.
After dinner, my parents left to go home early, as my mum wanted to braise some mushrooms to bring over to Tingting’s house the next day. Tingting and I helped to clear the dishes and wash them, while Ate Laila cleaned the stove.
After an hour of chillaxing with Tingting on her bed, just cuddling and light kissing, I got on my bike and rode off, with Tingting standing outside her gate, watching me disappear around the corner, before she went back to her house.
When I reached home, it was already 9pm, but Kim and Rhee were not home yet. I sent Kim an sms to ask how was the dinner and drinks coming along, but there was no reply after 30mins. I then sent an sms to Yivonne.
Yivonne: Eh? We all left after dinner at 8pm leh. Kim not home yet? Maybe she and Rhee went somewhere else?
Me: Hmmm… ok, no problem.
At 10.30pm, my doorbell rang. It was Kim. Kim walked into the apartment quietly and headed straight to my room. I saw that the lights to Kim’s apartment were on as well, so Rhee had probably gone back to Kim’s apartment to rest. I closed the door and went to the bedroom.
Kim had put her helmet into the cabinet, and she sat on the edge of the bed and kicked her legs in the air. I took a seat beside her, knowing that something was troubling her. I held her hand.
Kim: Sorry that I didn’t reply you, dear. After dinner, Rhee brought me to some pub to have a drink.
Me: Anything happened?
Kim: Nah, nothing of that sort… But he did confess to me, saying that he likes me, and hopes that after I break up with you, I will give him a chance. He also asked if I was going to break up with you soon. I told him that I’m not sure, and he told me not to drag too long on the grounds that it’s not fair to you nor me.
Me: Yeah, he told me the same thing as well, to not drag it.
Kim: I raised the whole thing about keeping our relationship under wraps from my parents, and saying that we’ve broken up but continue seeing each other on the sly. He says he will not be a part of it. Figures. Why would he help his love rival right? Ha…
Me: Let’s think of another idea.
Kim: I’ve tried. Thinking, that is. Nothing else makes sense.
Knowing Kim for the past two years, I know her body language. Her slumped shoulders and hung head told me that she has given up. We are now past Bargaining, and heading into Depression, the 4th stage of acceptance.
Kim got up and headed to the bathroom. I heard the sound of the shower being turned on, and I assumed that she was taking her shower. 15minutes later, I went in to brush my teeth.
When I opened the bathroom door, I was shocked. Kim was just sitting down on the bathroom floor, fully clothed, and the water showered upon her. Her clothes were soaking wet and she was sitting there, her knees brought up to her chest, her head buried between her knees and her back moved as she sobbed away.
I turned off the shower and brought a towel to her, wiping her face. Kim started crying. I sat down beside her and she hugged me and cried her heart out. Everytime I thought she was going to stop, and bring the towel up to wipe her face, she would break out again. Eventually, she ran out of tears to cry. I stood her up, and helped her out of her wet clothes and wiped her dry. I then took a dry change of clothes for her and watch her dress up again before I took her wet clothes and placed them in the washing machine.
After we brushed our teeth, Kim and I climbed into bed and she turned on her side, away from me. I went to spoon her, but she told me she wants some time alone, so I rolled back to my side of the bed after covering her with the blanket and kissing her good night.
The weekend and the following week passed with the blink of an eye. Kim increasingly distanced herself from me. She went back to her apartment to sleep, and we didn’t have dinner together for that entire week. Even if I cooked, and brought it over to her, she will accept the food, but not let me into her apartment. The next morning, before school, she will pass me my plate and utensils, washed and dried. She refused to take my bike or Rhee’s, opting instead to take the bus.
Everyone in my group became worried at Kim’s change. Rumours started floating around class, rumours that I had cheated on her, rumours that she had cheated on me with Rhee, and rumours that we had broken up. Guys who had harboured feelings for her, but stayed at bay cos she was together with me tried to talk her up, but all stayed away after she had made it clear she doesn’t want to be disturbed.
Efforts by Yivonne and Eileen to reach out to Kim failed as well, as Kim retreated into a shell. She wouldn’t join our outings, she wouldn’t talk to anyone, even Rhee. All she did was to go to school, dabao some food along the way home, and eat in her room. Rhee, worried about Kim, came to tell me that Kim usually either cries, naps, or plays Dota after her lunch. Then she will go to the kitchen, cook a simple dinner for herself, then retreat back into her room to eat. She would skype with Hyun after dinner, and there would be more crying and agitated talking.