I woke up the next day, groggy and alittle sore. A quick look at the bedside clock told me it was 11:43am. I was by myself, Melanie and Amelia must have woke up and left. Their clothes were nowhere to be seen. Seemed like the two of them cleaned up the room abit, the condoms were all gone.
Fishing for my boxers, I washed up and went to the locker assigned to me, passing by a few girls in their swimwear, grabbed my beach shorts and headed to the dinning room. The kitchen staff had cooked up an impressive array of dishes to select from, the culinary artwork, the way in which the food was presented, was incredible. With the awkwardness fron laat night all gone, I settled for some Spaniash tapas, and sat down to eat with a couple of girls from last night.
In the living room, was the aforementioned male threesome. The girls watching were cheering them on, yelling out instructions. I finished up, and went to look for Melanie. I eventually found her on deck, lying down, soaking in the sun, naked.
There was a couple having sex near some of the rainbow coloured deck chairs, egged on by some onlookers. Amelia was nowhere to be seen. I sat down beside her, helping myself to some orange juice and taking in the view of her body.
“Nice view.”
Knowing full well what I meant, she smiled and lightly punched me.
“I’m sore. But it’s worth it.”
“Same here. Dick feels abit sore too.”
“Pretty sure if I ask you for sex now, you wouldnt mind.”
“For you? Anytime.”
Flicking me the middle finger, she resumed her tan. I laid down beside her in one of the tanning chairs and watched the others.
The afternoon passed by, with another orgy happening in a different living room. Melanie and I didnt participate, feeling tired and were content watching everyone else get hammered while sipping wine and pointing out stuff going on during the orgy. She revealed that Viagra was indeed being used by some of the males and cock rings were commonly used after the first day. Almost all of them were pretty rich, rich enough to travel somewhere in Asia for a quick weekend sex getaway and then back without worrying about the financial status of their bank account. Life must be good, being this rich.
Night descended and changing into a red bikini, Melanie held a dance party on the deck with EDM music blasting through the speakers. The yacht even had disco lights to give off the ‘club feel’. Watching Melanie and Amelia dancing side by side was an arousing sight, what was even better was being inbetween them while they grinded themselves against me. Rubbing my hardon against Melanie’s butt, she leaned in closer to me, eyes closed and proceeded to grind harder. I ran my hands from her flat stomach up to her breasts and started rubbing them, eliciting a soft moan from her.
Before long, with all the alcohol and grinding, things got heated and an orgy broke out on the deck. Execusing herself, Amelia joined her 2 friends to give one lucky male model a foursome he wont forget. Melanie pulled me to the top deck and made out passionately, our tongues dancing. Her hand snaked down to my boner and rubbed away through my shorts. I had my hands firmly around her butt, squeezing them, pulling her deeper into the kiss. Breaking up the kiss, I looked her in the eyes.
“You’re so fucking hot. I want you now.”
Smiling, Melanie turned around and pulled down her bottom and bend down…offering up her vagina, waiting for me to fuck her.
It was surreal, fucking a girl in public on the top deck of a yacht with the wind blowing away at us. Not wanting to dissapoint her, I was naked in seconds, condom on and plunged my manhood in her. I could tell it was hurting her after yesterday and slowed down.
“No, don’t stop.”
I hesistated briefly before grabbing her bum and humping away at her. Her whole body edged forward everytime i thrusted into her, as she tightly gripped the metal handles for support. Ramming away as I used her buttocks as a cushion to push me back after each thrust. She closed her eyes, determined to concentrate on her sexual pleasure.
“Hhmmm. Fuck, you feel so good inside me.”
I lifted her off her feet and onto a tanning chair, facing me. I kneeled down to her eye level.
“I want to cum inside you.” I said simply.
With her legs spread out, she grabbed the condom and pulled it off, seizing the opportunity to stroke my precum covered cock abit.
“I got the pill.”
Raising her legs and placing them on my shoulders, I proceed to fuck her with all I’ve got. My endurance, heighten after all the exertions from yesterday and the alcohol kept me from cumming as I enjoyed the warm tight feeling of her vagina. She was so wet, her juices were flowing everywhere. Her body splayed out in the chair, hands above her, holding ontop the armrest for dear life as she squirmed about, lost in her sexual fantasy land. She managed to say inbetween deep and ragged breaths.
“Faster…I’m…close.”
I went all out, she moaned like the sexually crazed nympho she was. Her contractions were getting stronger, and with a loud cry, she came, boucing off the chair sporradically, releasing her juices all over my thights. I kept on pumping, feeling really close. She saw me closing my eyes, humping away close to hitting my limit.
“Cum, V. I want it.”
That was my breaking point, with a loud moan, I exploded inside her, depositing my seed deep inside her as I pumped away, wanting to empty out all my load deep in her. I collasped onto her, breathless, still inside her. She hugged me and we gazed into each other eyes.
“I love you, V.”
Melanie and I spent the night stargazing tucked in together in a hammock. It was alittle uncomfortable but we did it regardless for the novelty factor. Pointing out stars and lying beside a beautiful girl, kissing her, it was a blissful moment. We retired around midnight to sleep, with the orgy was still ongoing.
The next morning, I woke up to a morning blowjob from Melanie. Raising my head to see her, I was awake but still alittle drowsy, she smiled at me, stroking my cock, covered with her saliva.
“Morning.”
I managed a simple “Hey” before laying my head back down to enjoy her skillful tongue twirling around my tool.
The day went back quietly with everyone tired but happy. People were hanging out in the pool, going fishing or just chilling and soaking in the sun. I mostly hung out with Melanie talking about the future.
“You gonna take over your dad?”
“It’s boring though.”
“I guess so. But you got to grow up at some point right? You cant keep having yacht parties, booze and sex.”
“I know. I’m just trying to enjoy myself now and not think about it till I have to.”
“You got to start somewhere, I can help. Help with you everything, financial stuff, management stuff, emotional support and physical too.” I winked at her.
“You fucking horny pervert.” She punched me in the shoulder.
“Look who’s talking.” We exchanged smiles.
An annoucement informed us that we were due to reach Singapore around 9 at night.
After a sumptuous dinner, I got my first taste of caviar which was pretty awful tbh, too fishy for my liking. I found myself cornered by Natasha, wanting to finished what she started. Wanting to be discreet, we ended up going at it in the toilet of all places.
Grabbing a couple of condoms, we did a quickie, she bend over and I fucked her real good from behind. I didnt hold back, thrusting away as fast as I could. It was a huge turn on being able to see her facial expression of orgasmic bliss on the mirror. Her breasts swaying everytime I rammed her. She was as loud as Olivia, moaning and screaming out her pleasure as I hit her erogenous spots. She came twice, but I was still hard.
Then the door opened.
It was Melanie.
She looked genuinely surprised at the scene before her. My cock inside Natasha, bend over with her denim shorts and black lacy panties at her legs. Natasha was still moaning away, eyes closed, blissfully enjoying her orgasms and being filled up.
I paused for a moment, seeing a hint of sadness in Melanie’s eyes. She turned away, and left without saying a word.
Somehow, even though we were close friends, I felt as though I betrayed her. I immediately pulled out, took off the condom and started to dress up.
“Wait, what are you doing?!”
“Sorry Natasha, I cant. You’re really beautiful, and on any other day, I would love to fuck you. But not today, sorry.”
“Is it because of Melanie?”
“Yes….sorry.”
Dashing off, I left the Ukrainian beauty and went off to look for Melanie. Asking around, I eventually found her in a bedroom, alone, sitting on the bed, her knees tucked in. She didnt look at me, but the sulk on her face was evident.
“Hey…can we talk?”
Silence.
Fuck.
She gave no indiction that she heard what I said, and started using her phone. I tried again.
“I’m sorry…about Natasha.”
Silence.
Slowly getting irritated, what’s wrong with this girl. What’s wrong with having sex with another girl at a sex party? But my thoughts were interrupted midway.
“Can you please leave?”
Sighing, I figured I try one more time.
“No, I want to talk to you.”
Silence.
Okay…fuck this. I got to get her to open up somehow. And giving in to my frustration and temper, I snapped.
“What’s your issue with me having sex with Natasha? It’s a sex party after all, that, FYI…YOU invited me to. YOU invited me to a sex party where the girls outnumber the guys 3 to 1. It’s stupid if you think I wouldnt end up fucking some other girl, no?”
“SHUT UP!”
She yelled out at me. I broke her…there were tears flowing down her eyes as she stared at me.
“I thought you would be different. Different from the guys I meet. But fuck you, you’re all the same.”
Stunned into silence, I stood still, rooted to the spot. She went back to her original position and carried on using her phone, as if I wasnt there.
I didnt know this back then, but the guys that Melanie usually meet/date were typically rich and used to having things go their way…which meant sexual gratification and getting their sexual needs tended to asap. There were no dates, hanging out as friends, gifts even though it wasnt any special occasion. It was fuck and gtfo.
These guys werent looking for a girlfriend, not at least till they were done having fun and in their fifties, where they seeked companionship over a sexual romp.
Also, being rich meant her way of expression affection was different like how it was with everyone. Some prefer to spend more time together, others opt to make things for the ones they care about…and Melanie was used to throwing parties and hanging out with her loved ones…probably. At least that’s what I presumed.
I was probably the first guy she ever hung out with that was okay with just hanging out and chilling, going to eat, watch movies after work and take her home with no other motives, sexual or financial.
Looking back, I should have read the situation better. But I suppose I wouldnt be where I am now without these experiences. So many maybes, if only…but alas, time only moves forward.
Melanie refused to say anything else after that regardless of what I said, begged or pleaded. I took my leave, opting to give her space. Might have been the wrong move, but I figured staying there with a girl who refuses to say anything was similar to talking to a wall.
I went back to my room, and sat down on the bed, troubled. I guessed some part of me was a tad surprised that Melanie essentially just confessed that she had feelings for me. I always saw her as the unobtainable target, someone that would be cool to hang out with and she might possibly sleep with you if she was drunk or horny, but she would always be waiting for some rich guy to sweep her off her feet. In my mind, I was never the end goal for her.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
I jumped up to my feet, and hurried over to the door. Melanie?
No, Natasha.
“Can I come in?”
“Erm, not really in the mood right now, Natasha. Sorry.”
“I want to talk.”
“Oh…okay.”
She sat down beside me on the bed. She asked if Melanie and I managed to patch things up, I shook my head.
She went on to reveal that the girls had a group chat, and that Melanie had told them she had feelings for me and that I was pretty much off limits. Probably explains why the girls were avoiding me.
And that Melanie arranged a threesome with me and one of her best pals, Amelia…as a way of expressing her affection in that she was willing to fulfill a desire of mine. Also Amelia was bisexual, whereas Natasha wasnt, Melanie felt uncomfortable sharing me with Natasha given she knew more about Natasha’s sexual exploits.
On Natasha’s part, she said she was sorry about pushing herself onto me, and as cheesy as it sounds, she wanted to fuck an Asian guy as she hasnt had the opportunity to do so. Seeing as I was the only Asian guy on board, she thought she could get away with a quickie.
“How about your friendship with Mel? Will you two stop being friends?”
“Our friendship will survive, she knows I’m even more horny than she ever was. She’ll forgive me in time.”
“Well, at least your friendship is ok.”
“She can’t stop talking about you, the last few parties we held, she was always with Amelia or other girls…not sleeping with the guys. She cares about you and what you think about her.”
With a tap on my thigh, Natasha bid me farewell and left.
Reaching Singapore, I hoped to catch a glimspe of Melanie but no such luck…and I left the yacht dejected and miserable.
Feeling desolate, I had trouble sleeping that night, thoughts running wild and imaging scenarios about returning to work and seeing Melanie.
To my surprise, Melanie didnt come to work on Monday…and the rest of the week. And the next 2 weeks as well. It was hard not feeling low spirited and gloomy, and my performance at work suffered.
Olivia was alittle upset over the way I went about things at work but attributed it to me having to cover Melanie’s workload as well. I asked Olivia if she knew what happened with Melanie, but she had no idea as well.
Not to sound creepy or anything, but I was literally cyber stalking Melanie’s Facebook and refreshing Instagram/Snapchat to see if she had any updates. All to naught. Any message I sent to Melanie went unread, it was like she vanished from the planet.
My internship with E Corp was almost over, with just one week left. It was difficult…not to be depressed.
It was honestly a terrible, terrible period in my life. Lydia and I met up a couple of times before she dropped the bomb that she had started to see someone.
“Sorry…if it seemed like I led you on V. And that things didnt work out between us.”
Managing a weak smile and mustering everything I had to sound happy, I assured her.
“We’re good. I’m happy for you, really.”
No surprises here, Lydia seemed unconvinced, I must have really sucked at sounding happy. But she didnt probed further.
We remained close friends, and I told her everything about Melanie, excluding the sex, and she sympathised.
My messages and calls to Melanie went unanswered even though the Whatsapp blue tick indicated she read them. Well, at least she reads them now…small comfort.
It just seemed like every fucking thing that could go wrong was indeed going wrong.
On the last day of my internship, I received lots of love from my colleagues, wishing me good luck with my final year in university. It made me feel better for awhile, as if world still had some light in it and I wasnt headed into some dark, depressing abyss.
Olivia herself, gave me alittle gift, a watch…and a kiss when it was just us two left in the office. We embraced.
“Goodbye V. Thanks…for everything.”
“Same here, let’s meet up one day for dinner or something.”
“Sure. Sounds awesome.”
“See ya, Olivia.”
With a wave to Olivia, I left E Corp for the last time.
In an attempt to get over Melanie, I chose to dedicate my time to my studies, hobbies and friends…love can wait, I told myself.
The final year was mentally challenging and I spent countless of hours reading and researching for more information. Pouring over books and notes, rewatching lectures online.
I met up with Lydia and her boyfriend sometimes to hang out, and I told her that she was lucky. Her boyfriend, a lawyer, seemed pretty nice and always full of pranks and jokes. It was nice seeing her so happy and smiling all the time.
Once it was just the two of us, I couldnt help but teased her abit. Somehow it didnt seemed to bum me out that my ex girlfriend was doing so well after she left me, maybe cause I was still gloomy over Melanie or maybe cause I honestly care about her and her happiness.
“Do I hear wedding bells soon?”
“No lah, siao arh. Not that soon, haha. But I’ll invite you for sure.”
“As a guest or a bridesmaid? Haha”
“As the doorman. Hahahah. And bridesmaid too.”
“I shall get my dress ready then.”
“Haha. I look forward to seeing that.”
Olivia and I had dinner once every month to catch up, rant about work and gossip. Seems like her husband and her were gonna try and have a kid. Good for them.
It made the news a couple days after I left E Corp, that billionaire Augustine Ang died of lung cancer.
Olivia told me that Melanie had been busy with the furneral and disputing with her two uncles in court over her father’s possessions, as Mr Augustine Ang had drafted no will. I had messaged Melanie when I found out the news of her father’s passing but she didnt reply.
Poor Melanie was forced to grow up so quickly, and I sincerely wished I could be there to help her somehow.
Having finally met her friends on the yacht, I come to realise that Melanie doesnt really have a true friend. Someone that’s always there for her, through happy or sad times. Her friends are international models, they are busy with photoshoots, travelling the world, sex&drinking, attending fashion shows. Pretty sure some of them arent aware her father passed away.
I was that one friend that bothered to stick around. The one friend that she could rant, gossip to, be open and frank. The one friend that mattered.
And now that is all gone.
Olivia mentioned that Melanie hardly ever comes to the office and was currently in Australia studying the ecommerce business, preparing to take over her father’s legacy. Alot of rumors floating around the office over the future of E Corp, the value of its shares fell sharply and there were even sayings of E Corp closing down for good.
That night, I sent Melanie a message wishing her all the best with her studies in Australia. In the morning, blue tick and no reply…again. Oh well, I tried.
Time flies, and before long, I was drapped in graduation robes, having graduated. Screaming and shouting, taking pictures with friends and family, all thoughts on soaking in the moment and celebrating. In the midst of taking silly mid-air jumping pictures, I almost didnt feel my phone vibrating.
It was Melanie. She was calling me.
Stunned and pleasantly surprised, filled with anticipation, I hurriedly answered the call…hastily walking away from my friends and all the noise and commotion, unable to mask the giggily happy grin I had at receiving her call.
“Hello?”
“Hey V.”
Her sweet voice, after more than a year, still sounded so intoxicating and alluring. I pondered briefly on what to ask her.
“How are you?”
“It’s kinda noisy at your side, you at some morning rave party? Hah. I’m good. You?”
“Haha, not really. Graduation ceremony now actually. I’m wonderful. It’s really nice hearing your voice again.”
“I know. I can see that stupid, dumb smile on your face from here. Haha.”
I looked up, and started scanning.
There!
She was wearing the same white strapless dress that I saw her in on the first day I started my internship at E Corp.
Her glamorous figure, enhanced by her matching white and silver heels, emanated class and beauty. She seemed completely different from before, as if she matured so much in just one year. She carried herself with so much more confidence and grace. She waved at me, a small smile breaking out on her face.
I dashed over, and hugged her.
“Wow, you look really gorgeous. Plastic surgery is really cheap over there huh?”
She rolled her eyes, and punched me. Okay, some things never change. Now she seemed like the same Melanie from before.
“Fuck you V. Still as stupid as ever. Haha.”
“Haah. What are you doing here? I thought you were in Australia.”
“I was. I came back…to visit a friend.”
“Whoa. I wonder who that lucky friend is.”
Punching me again, she started laughing.
“Oh my God, you really need to be punched so many times. Shameless mofo.”
Hugging her again, partly to stop her punching but mostly cause I cant believe she flew all the way back for me.
“I’m kidding. It’s nice to see you. Honestly, you shouldnt have travelled but I’m really glad you did.”
Not giving a care in this world, I leaned in and kissed her.
“I really miss you V.”
“Me too.”
“Sorry, it’s just being really rough the past couple of months.”
“I understand. I’m sorry too, for not being there.”
“I’m graduating in about 3 months, then moving to Colorado to head E Corp full time with the help of some of my dad’s advisors guiding me.”
“Wow. Congrats in advance then. And, Colorado. Seems like fun, haha.”
She looked at me, studying me for abit.
“Do you want to come? With me?”
What? Unexpected and completely surprised, I was taken aback. That was not what I was expecting to hear.
Composing myself, I half heartedly replied…feeling bitter.
“Don’t be silly. My family’s here. My whole life is here. And…I’ve accepted a job offer already.”
I briefly saw a tinge of sadness in her eyes before she recovered and smiled, letting out a soft laugh.
“Haha, yeah…I don’t know what I was thinking.”
We stared into each other’s eyes.
Silence.
There was nothing more left to be said. We hugged one last time.
“Well, goodbye then Mel.”
“Yeah, goodbye V.”
She waved goodbye to me, before getting into her car. And with that, Melanie left.
The End
Sorry if people were expecting a longer story, I’m not at the level of the other better writers.
About the gdbye fuck, well…I wanted to keep things abit more realistic I suppose.
I’m tempted to start another story that’s abit more dark, “Jack the Ripper”-ish (Look him up for those who dont know)…but it depends if I got time off work to come up with a decent story…got a few ideas now, nothing too solid. And also depending on ppl’s opinion/support of course.
For now, I’m just reading the other writers’ stories.
Lydia was featured briefly in the earlier parts, the ex gf. Wanted to expand on her character but I thought it might be better to just focus on the whole orgy party.
Hi bros, pardon the long absence. Work and life got in the way. I wouldn’t mind continuing this story, i lost a new story i wrote on my previous phone when it died. Made me gave up on writing afterwards. Give me awhile and i will resume posting shortly.
In the meantime, can go read bro Lakland and ilock stories. Their stories are far more exciting and enjoyable than mine.TGIF bros~