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Looks like another fake female imposter clocking posts.
Wu Song Jr = clone master = grayface = blackfacenodick = bfacefarter
= ladyboyBface = blackerface = blackfaceborji = orbinblackface = knncborbin= MerlinW = kpkblppl2
I am only interested in exposing fake female clones in sbf. ( Deborah & NataliDi & lynntann )
I have already proven that the clone master is INDEED A TRULY COWARD . Why don’t you use your main account to talk to me ? It only makes YOU look more stupid clone master .
I have heard that the COWARD CLONE MASTER Wu Song Jr fucked fake female imposters resulting giving birth to ladyboys .
Please do not up me unless I up you . My posts are meant for the 2 fake female imposters . If you do not like what I post you can choose to put me in your Ignore List .
Lol. I don’t need to clock posts, and if you read the first post, I’m writing this story based on a story someone recounted to me.
You’re wasting your time here if you think I’m a fake female imposter, cos I’m not even female in the first place.
Hi all,
Apologies for the absence, have been busy working, otherwise I’ll be eating grass.
Next installment will be posted shortly.
Thanks for the support.
E: What took you so long?
I glared at her.
Me: I took as long as you did.
E: Oh. I thought you guys were doing something funny up there.
Adam laughed nervously.
We entered his car again and he headed off to the highway.
E: Not bad. Your virgin trip to Malaysia.
She emphasized the v-word.
A: What? You’ve never been to Malaysia?
Me: Nope.
A: Oh. Well I hope you brought enough cash. You’ll go crazy shopping there.
Me: Er. Wasn’t really intending to shop much?
A: Oh? Then why are we going in?
E: She wants to buy something.
She was literally sniggering in the back seat.
A: What?
E: Something that’s easier to get in Malaysia.
A: Like what? I know tons of stuff is cheaper. But you can probably get almost everything you need here.
E: Something you won’t understand.
I wanted to tell Emily to shut up.
A: Well, we’ll be heading to Jalan Wong Ah Fook area, so I guess whatever you’re looking for, you’ll find it there.
Me: That’s good.
The rest of the journey was in relative silence.
I had heard about the legendary jams at the causeway, but perhaps since it was a weekday afternoon, we cleared and entered with relative ease.
I guess the immigration officer who checked my passport was secretly laughing to himself about the mountain turtle who had decided to go North.
JB looked just like Singapore, except maybe a little dirtier. I was amazed at the number of things to eat, and buy there, but I would not let it detract from my mission.
We entered the pharmacy at this place called City Square and Emily immediately dragged me to the dispensary. She rattled off a few names of contraceptive pills and the pharmacist on duty took them out to show us.
After describing the pills and the potential side effects, we decided to get the one called Mercilon, mainly because Emily’s friends were taking it, and somehow it made their complexion better, not as though I had tons of acne or anything.
I bought a six month supply without thinking. What if Adam and I didn’t last that long? Well I suppose I could sell the pills, or look for someone else.
Adam brought us to a nearby coffeeshop for bak kut teh after we were done shopping.
E: So Adam, which massage do you go to?
He almost choked on his pork ribs.
A: Er..
I kicked her under the table.
Me: Stop disturbing him.
E: But I’m curious.
Me: And curiosity killed the cat.
Somehow she managed to remain silent for the remainder of the meal.
A: Are we continuing to shop or going back? You girls have school tomorrow?
Me: Yeah. We should head home soon.
E: What a spoilsport. How often do you actually go overseas?
She dragged me by the arm to the washroom.
E: Will you kill me if I told you what I want to do?
A flurry of thoughts ran through my mind. I was more or less sure what she wanted to do.
Me: Maybe. Depends. Why?
E: I’m going to test him.
Me: Test him? How?
E: I think he seems like a nice guy. Probably not the best one to be your first proper boyfriend. And they way you guys started…
Me: You want to sleep with him.
E: You must be a mind reader.
I scowled at her.
Me: Why. Why do this to me?
E: I’m not doing anything. But we’ll both know if he’s truly the guy for you or not.
Me: I don’t like to share. And your plan seems to benefit you and you alone.
E: Come on. If he’s that loyal, or worthy of your affections, he won’t even consider.
I thought about it for awhile. She was right in a sense. All I was doing now was using Adam to explore my sexuality. I had no idea if it was going to be a long term thing or not. Even then, the thought of him sleeping with someone I knew for such a long time frankly horrified me. Even if he did, I probably would not want to know about it.
Me: Ok. Your choice. But don’t tell me about it. I don’t want to know.
E: Huh. You’re serious?
Me: I thought you were serious.
E: hahahaha. I was just testing your reaction. I sensed he’s not that special to you somehow.
Me: He isn’t. Not yet. I don’t know if he will be.
E: So you’re really fuck buddies?
Me: I think so. He has some unresolved issues with his ex. I don’t want to be the rebound or anything.
E: Well, definitely rebound sex.
Me: Well. I didn’t know what I was doing or what to expect.
E: As long as you’re happy. Are you?
Me: I don’t know. It’s exciting.
E: Your life as you know it is just beginning.
Me: So how are you going to do it?
E: Do what?
Me: Seduce him?
E: I said I was kidding!
Me: Are you really?
E: Yes!
Me: What if I want you to do it?
E: Hahaha…. With your blessings of course I’ll do it. Who can resist a big cock?
Me: Definitely not you.
I wondered if I would regret my decision. Part of me hoped Adam would not be able to perform.
We headed back to him. He must have chain-smoked his entire pack waiting for us.
A: Well?
E: Jade has a headache. I don’t think we’ll be shopping anymore for today.
A: Oh.
He looked at me. I feigned a weak smile.
A: Ok. Just as well. Traffic would be good going back.
We headed to his car.
Me: Can I sit at the back? I think I need to lie down.
Adam helped me into the backseat.
A: You ok?
Me: Yeah. Just a sudden headache.
I smiled at him.
Emily settled into the front seat and belted up.
E: I guess you better send her home first.
A: Ok.
And we were on our way.
Once we passed the customs, I stretched out on the seat and pretended to sleep. I wondered when Emily would put her plan into action.
I tried my best to pretend to be asleep. But the cramped rear seat and occasional bumps on the road did nothing to help my cause.
Emily had not begun her seduction. I wondered what she was waiting for.
I nearly fell asleep for real on the long stretch of highway.
E: So Adam, I heard you’re hung.
A: Yup.
I smiled. That was just like Adam. Straightforward.
E: I bet Jade enjoyed herself alot.
A: Definitely.
He was right.
E: So what would it take for me to enjoy myself?
I nearly burst out laughing. Emily was actually pretty bad at this.
A: Well, I’m kinda seeing Jade right now. It wouldn’t be right.
I smiled to myself. At least Adam was loyal. Or seemed to be.
E: She doesn’t have to know.
That bitch. But I sort of agreed to allow her to test him.
A: Well. I don’t think I’ll do it. Not without her permission anyway.
E: So you’re open to having more than one fuck buddy?
A: I guess. If my other partners are ok with it.
Adam was smart. Horny. But smart. And honestly, if he did ask, I probably might have agreed. Unless I had some real feelings for him, which at the moment did not exist.
Perhaps I was merely using him.
In any case I asked to be dropped off first while Adam carried on to drop Emily off.
Being the gentleman he was, he saw me up to my house.
Me: I’m ok if you want to fuck her.
He appeared a little shocked but otherwise showed no clear intention to actually do so.
A: You sure about this?
Me: I know guys have needs. So do girls. We aren’t in a committed relationship so by all means go ahead. Just make sure you know what you’re doing.
A: Ok.
He gave me a peck on the cheek and I shut the door.
I guess I would grill Emily tomorrow.
The next day, I arrived at school bright and early, somewhat eager to find out if Emily had indeed been able to test Adam.
I caught sight of her at her usual bench before assembly.
Me: So?
E: Huh?
Me: Did you?
E: Err…
Me: Well?
E: Are you going to be mad at me?
Me: No? Maybe?
E: Well…. I think….
The crowd of students moved towards the courtyard.
Me: Fine. Tell me later.
We shuffled off to join the others for morning assembly.
I was fidgety the entire day. Wondering what Emily had done that she could not tell me in less than a minute.
It was a short day and we were done by lunch. I literally dragged Emily out.
Me: Well?
She shushed me and headed to the direction of the driveway.
Adam was already there.
I scowled at her.
We went up to the car and got in.
A: Hi ladies.
Me: Where are we going?
A: Lunch?
Me: What’s going on?
E: I’ll tell you later.
The car ride was in relative silence as Adam drove us to a shopping centre in the east.
I literally dragged Emily to the washroom after Adam had parked.
Me: Out with it.
E: What?
Me: What’s going on?
E: Well….
Me: Well what?
E: Ok. He’s huge. But I didn’t do anything. Just touched it.
Me: Huh.
E: I tried to get him to go back to my room but he refused. He didn’t want to disappoint you.
Me: But he let you touch it?
E: Why not? I wanted proof of his size.
Me: Right.
She was unbelievable.
Me: So what are we doing here?
E: Having lunch?
Me: No really.
E: We are having lunch. Or going to anyway. Once we’re out of the toilet.
Me: And?
E: I think he really likes you. He wouldn’t even touch me. Or let me blow him.
Me: And?
E: Maybe you should give him a chance?
Me: What about his unresolved girlfriend issues?
E: Still unresolved from what I gather. But does it really matter?
Me: I think it does. I’m not a rebound.
E: Then don’t be.
Me: And frankly, I’m quite satisfied with the current arrangement.
E: You do know that a physical relationship can be damaging right?
Me: No. How so? Are you speaking from experience?
Emily sighed.
E: You really have lots to learn.
Me: And I have to learn it by myself.
E: Or you could listen to the people around you.
Me: Somehow I don’t think you’re the best person to advice me on this. Or anything for that matter?
E: Haha. You seem to be implying I’m inexperienced at this.
Me: I wouldn’t dare to speculate.
E: All I can tell you is not to give up on a good thing. Even if it lasts but a fleeting moment.
Me: That’s so deep.
E: You wouldn’t know until you tried. Even if you failed, what did you lose?
Me: Besides my virginity?
E: That isn’t even in the equation.
We left the washroom and met Adam at the Long John Silver’s.
I wondered what the plan would be after this.
My place was empty no doubt. But did I really want to just keep fucking him or actually have a proper relationship?
What if one day his ex decided that they should be together again. What would stop him from leaving me?
A relationship that starts physical wouldn’t necessarily end well. But neither would it end badly if proper steps were taken.
I was still young and had lots to experience.
Perhaps one day I would figure all this out. But in the meantime I guess I should just go with the flow.
I have decided to wrap up the Adam story as it was just the introduction as to how Jade had her sexual awakening.
*****
Fast forward a couple of years, I was studying communications in a local university. It was pretty far away from where I lived so eventually I decided to live in the hall, having signed up for a couple of CCAs to secure my place in the residence.
It was supposed to be gender segregated living, but I lost count of the number of times my hallmates had their boyfriends or fuck buddies over. Needless to say, nights were pretty interesting.
I was lucky enough to be in a twin bedder, but had no roommate at that point of time. Had I wanted a dick in me, there was no doubt how easy it would be to invite someone over.
Adam and I didn’t really work out. As expected, he could not get over his ex to my satisfaction and we ended it mutually a couple of months later. I will never forget the experience though, but often wondered how I would ever adjust back to someone who wasn’t as well-endowed as him.
During my term breaks I actively sought out a company for internship, in the hope that it would eventually lead to permanent employment after my graduation.
Sadly, despite my best efforts, many of the big companies were not hiring interns, or even part-timers. It was not that I needed the money, but having some sort of experience in the industry I intended to work in would definitely hold me in good stead when I finally entered the job market.
I finally managed to chance upon a small advertising firm that was run by a husband and wife team. Both were in their late twenties, and had started the company after gaining a few years of industry experience. I worked weekends, and a couple of weekdays when I did not have many classes. I guess it also helped that I could work from home, or from my hall.
The wife, let’s call her Belinda, and the husband, Ben.
Belinda was tall and slim, bespectacled, with long hair mostly tied in a ponytail.
Ben was pretty unassuming, like any normal guy, bespectacled as well, and usually dressed in loose t-shirts and jeans unless he had a client meeting.
The days I was at the firm, it was mostly just me and Ben, Belinda was usually out for client meetings or presentations. There were a couple other part-timers who were usually home-based, or communicated via webcam.
I usually kept to myself, doing whatever Ben or Belinda assigned me, which was usually trend analysis. Pretty boring stuff.
One day, I heard Ben arguing with someone over the phone in his office after which he stormed out, slamming the door behind him. I heard his hurried footsteps go down the staircase from our second-storey shop house unit. Couple of seconds later, he stormed back up.
I casually glanced over.
Me: You ok boss?
He looked at me.
B: Stop calling me boss. Haha. Please call me Ben. And no, I can’t find my cigarettes.
I dug into my bag, retrieving my pack.
He looked at me incredulously.
B: You smoke?
Me: Now and then. Not really frequently.
B: Shall we take a short break?
I glanced over at the endless stream of data on my computer screen.
Me: Why not?
We exited the office and headed downstairs.
As we lit our sticks, I wondered if I should make any small-talk.
I didn’t have to.
B: So you’ve been with us for what, almost a year now?
Me: Few more months to a year actually.
B: I see. So how do you like it here?
Me: It’s not bad. I’m learning new things. Not very sure I wanna do advertising though.
B: Ah. It gets monotonous sometimes. As you can tell, our clients are usually from the same industry.
Me: Well, I haven’t done much of the creative stuff yet.
B: Would you like to? Maybe handle a few smaller projects?
Me: I’m not so sure. Might not have the time with my classes and all.
B: Why not just give it a try?
Me: I’ll think about it.
B: Sure.
The curious cat in me decided to find out what he was angry about.
Me: So Ben, why were you angry just now?
Ben gave me a surprised look.
B: Oh. I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just… Bel… she…
Me: Mrs Boss?
B: Haha. Just call her Bel. You see, it’s our anniversary today, and we were supposed to go for dinner after her meeting. But she somehow decided that the client’s party is more important.
Me: Isn’t it?
B: Well, I guess it is. But… oh well. I guess I shouldn’t bore you with the details.
Me: I’m all ears.
Ben signed.
B: Our marriage is kind of a funny thing. We’re both so busy running this company, obviously she’s the face of the company and has to meet clients. But every month we’re supposed to have a ‘date night’. You know? Time for ourselves.
Me: Yeah?
B: Well, it hasn’t happened for the past few months.
Me: You feel neglected?
Ben laughed.
B: In more ways than one. Oh man. That was slightly inappropriate.
I laughed too.
Me: You don’t have sex?
Ben almost choked at my directness.
B: Well, that’s one of the things. We don’t really do it anyway because of certain reasons.
Me: Like?
B: I don’t think it’s really appropriate to discuss this.
Me: Oh? I’m quite open minded.
Ben sighed.
B: Well, let’s just say we aren’t really compatible sexually.
Me: Isn’t sex and intimacy one of the things that keeps the relationship alive?
B: Oh we have no problems otherwise. It’s just the sex. We don’t need it to stay together.
Me: Really?
B: Well, we’re a special kind of couple. We’re open with each other on our needs and our wants. And at this point of time, the company is more important.
Me: I see.
B: Anyway, what are you doing later? I could buy you dinner if you’d like, otherwise I’ll just cancel the reservation and eat instant noodles at home.
I thought about it for awhile. Free food was always tempting. Besides, what’s the worse that could happen?
Me: Sure.
The rest of the day passed without much incident.
I wondered if I had made the right choice in accepting Ben’s dinner offer, especially after knowing the intimate details of his relationship with his wife.
Then again, what was the worst that could happen? I might have to find a new company to intern at? My school might get an email about my unprofessionalism?
Perhaps the reason why they weren’t having sex was because he didn’t enjoy it?
Besides, I was still not exactly what guys would describe as a hot girl. So the chances of anything happening were probably pretty slim anyway.
After work, he locked up and we took a short walk to his car. He made a phone call.
B: Bel? I’m having dinner with Jade. You ok with it?
My heart skipped a beat and half expected him to hold the phone away from his ear in anticipation of a tongue-lashing. It never came. Instead, he put her on speaker.
Bel: Jade, take care of Ben for me ok? If he drinks, don’t let him drive, do you have a license?
Me: Uh… yeah. But still on probation.
Bel: Ah that’s fine. Or just take a cab. If he does drink and get drunk, do let me know too.
Me: Ok.
Bel: I’ll text you our address later. He literally knocks out when he’s drunk.
I looked at Ben and he smiled sheepishly. He had this cute, boyish look about him.
Me: Ok Bel, I’ll make sure he gets home safe.
Bel: If you have to take a cab home let me know too, or you can stay in the guest room. Have fun! But not too much.
She ended the call.
I looked at Ben, he shrugged.
Their relationship was truly different from others that I knew. Weird, if I might say.
Nonetheless, we proceeded to his car. It was a BMW convertible.
He got in and put the top down.
B: You don’t mind right? I like the fresh air.
I shook my head and got it. It was a nice car. I wondered if I would actually get a chance to drive it if he did drink. And I probably shouldn’t drink either if he was drinking.
We reached the restaurant faster than I expected, given the heavy traffic during evening peak. Thankfully it wasn’t some high-class swanky place, otherwise I might have been a little underdressed in my spaghetti top and shorts.
As we ate our mains I kinda wondered if Ben was a normal guy. His eyes maintained their focus on my face and nowhere else, despite my tight spaghetti top enhancing my assets. It was probably because Belinda was way prettier. Or perhaps he was gay? And his marriage was merely one borne out of convenience? It truly was hard to say.
We talked about rather boring topics, like our school days, our aspirations and stuff like that. I wondered why he never did ask about my sexual history. Or if I was seeing anyone.
Not unexpectedly, Ben did order a beer, then a few more. I guess my chance to drive a convertible was about to present itself.
I guess Ben sensed my eagerness to drive his car, and he downed pint after pint of whatever craft beer he ordered.
By his eight glass, he was obviously flushed, but his speech still coherent.
The bill eventually came up to nearly $300 which he paid for with his Amex. Back then I assumed Amex was for high-income earners, as compared to the usual MasterCard or Visa holders, and was suitably impressed.
We walked to his car in silence. I guess he was tired.
Getting into the driver’s seat, I looked around for the button to retract the roof.
Ben sensed it, and reached across from the passenger seat, his forearm brushing against my chest in the process.
B: Oh my god! I’m sorry!
Honestly, it was an accident, and I didn’t think much about it. Unfortunately, the material of my spaghetti top was rather tin, and the padding of the cups was way thinner. Needless to say, my left nipple felt the full effect of his accidental brush.
It invoked some sort of reaction within me. Sensations I hadn’t felt in a long time. I wished the roof would retract faster so the cool night air could dissipate the heat I was feeling from my face.
I drove out of the lot carefully and slowly, not wanting to damage a car that was probably more than my net worth.
Ben lay back and closed his eyes.
B: You know how to get there?
I sorta nodded, even though I knew he could not see it. Their place was at a private estate somewhere near where I lived. I guess getting home from there wouldn’t be that difficult.
I kept to the speed limit, enjoying the rush of the breeze in my hair. How often could one say they had the opportunity to drive a convertible? Over the din of traffic, I could hear Ben snoring softly.
We arrived at his place after around half an hour. It was huge. How in the world were 2 relatively young business owners able to afford such a place? The driveway itself probably was the size of Emily’s entire house. Needless to say, I was impressed.
Me: Ben, we’re here.
I nudged him. He sleepily opened his eyes.
B: That was fast.
I had no response to that.
He opened his glove compartment and fumbled around for the gate remote, eventually finding it and opening the gate. I carefully drove in.
I depressed the roof button and killed the engine once the roof had fully closed. I handed him the keys and we got out of the car.
B: Hey, you wanna come in for a drink?
Me: More drinks?
My thoughts ran amok. What if he got drunk and tried to take advantage of me? What if I actually wanted him to take advantage of me? What if Belinda found out?
Sometimes I wondered what was going on in my head. It seemed that my carnal desires were very much controlled by my somewhat perverse mind. It was not as if I thought about sex daily, but sometimes, I really missed the feeling of a hard cock deep inside me. I probably had to blame Adam for that. Last I heard, he had successfully signed on, and had proposed to his girlfriend. So that was one cock I probably should stay away from. And yet here I was, a couple of feet away from a cock which obviously belonged to someone else. A somewhat underused cock so he claimed.
Me: Sure. Why not?
Again, what’s the worst that could happen?
I settled down on the sofa while Ben grabbed some glasses and ice cubes. He opened a cabinet and opened it.
B: What would you like?
I turned around and took a quick glance. His liquor cabinet was well stocked. I had absolutely no idea what was what and definitely did not know what I could or couldn’t drink, my exposure to alcohol thus far being just beer.
Me: Something light?
Ben laughed.
B: I haven’t got anything light. You ok?
I thought about it. What was the worst that could happen?
Me: Sure.
He grabbed a bottle of Blue Label.
B: We’re gonna drink it neat.
I gulped. That didn’t sound good. Was he deliberately trying to get me drunk?
Wild thoughts ran through my mind. Did he have condoms? I had stopped taking the pill a long time ago. What if he didn’t believe in using condoms? Why was I even thinking he wanted to sleep with me?
We knocked back a couple of shots, telling each other lame jokes and generally laughing at nothing in particular.
After an hour, I finally felt the buzz in my head. And perhaps my loins. I guess my alcohol tolerance was higher than I thought.
Ben strangely was more awake than he was in the car.
The front door opened and Belinda strolled in. She was really dressed to thrill, in a short and tight black dress, accentuating all her curves. If I was a guy, I would definitely want to bed her.
Bel: Oh hello. You’re still here? It’s getting late.
Me: Oh? I didn’t notice.
Bel: Well, I’m off to bed. You can stay over if you like. I’ve got some clothes you could wear.
I merely nodded. I wondered why she wasn’t chasing me off. It was, after all, her anniversary. And yet all she wanted to do was go to bed after neglecting her husband the whole day?
Me: Should I be going?
B: Nah it’s fine.
Me: It’s your anniversary. Shouldn’t you be, you know, getting intimate?
Ben laughed.
B: We don’t really have sex. Not with each other anyway.
He stopped suddenly, probably wondering if he had said too much. But I was definitely intrigued.
Me: So… you both have other sex partners?
B: Well… she does. I don’t actively seek one out.
Me: And you’re ok with it?
B: We’re both happy. Running a business is pretty stressful. We both knew we weren’t sexually compatible but we wanted to be together otherwise.
Me: So you’ve never had sex?
Ben laughed again.
B: Oh we did. Loads of it.
Me: But?
Belinda suddenly reappeared, wrapped in merely a towel around her body.
Bel: Is he talking bad about me again?
She sat down next to him, stroking his thigh.
B: Nope. Just sharing about our unique marriage.
Belinda laughed too.
Bel: Oh. Yeah.
B: So anyway, we were really horny teenagers.
Bel: Yeah. We’d do it anywhere.
I wondered why they were so open about sharing this information with me.
Me: He mentioned you aren’t sexually compatible?
Bel: Oh that. Yeah. We had loads of sex. But something was missing. We even saw a gynae about it.
Me: I don’t understand.
Bel: Well, let’s just say I was hardly wet. And sometimes, he’d just lose his erection in the middle of it.
B: Yeah. The amount we spent on lube was ludicrous.
Bel: He was never able to cum from sex. I had to finish him off with my hand or mouth. Sometimes he did it himself.
I shifted uncomfortably. Perhaps they were sharing too much. Or perhaps all the memories of how wet Adam made me and his thick, long cock deep inside me.
Bel: Well I’m really off to bed. Why don’t you come in and grab some clothes so you can stay over?
She took me by the hand and led me to her room and into the adjoining walk-in wardrobe.
She took out a sheer nightgown.
Bel: I think this will fit.
I looked at it. It was way too sexy.
Me: Err.
Bel: You’re pretty. Don’t deny it.
I wondered where this was leading to.
Bel: Would you sleep with Ben if he asked?
I was truly at a loss for words.
Suddenly, she placed her hands on my face, pulling me close and planting her lips on mine.
I felt a jolt through my body and sensed that the towel that was covering her modesty had somehow fallen to the ground.
Her hands moved down from my face, down my shoulders and eventually rested on my chest, her thumbs brushing against the thin fabric. I shuddered. She took my hands and placed them on her chest.
Bel: Or perhaps, I’m the one you rather sleep with?
I gasped. Not knowing how to react.
Belinda guided my hands lower, along her taut body, her flat stomach and towards her lady parts. She was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. She probably waxed. Something I would probably consider if I earned enough.
I wondered if this was why they weren’t sexually compatible. Perhaps she was bisexual.
Bel: Well?
Me: I… errr…
She laughed.
Bel: Just kidding. I prefer sausages over clams. I’m sure you do too.
I heaved a sigh of relief.
Bel: So here’s the nightgown, here’s a towel. There’s a guest bedroom on the second floor.
I grabbed the items, still reeling a little from my first same sex kiss.
Heading back to the living room, I realised that Ben had cleared the glasses and was at the back of the house smoking. I left the towel and nightgown on the sofa and headed out back to join him.
B: So I guess you’re staying over?
I lit my stick.
Me: I guess so. It’s a weekend tomorrow. You guys heading to the office?
B: I will be. Most likely. Bel usually sleeps in.
Me: I see.
We finished our sticks without much more small talk and Ben led me to the guest room.
B: There’s an attached bathroom so I guess you’ll be ok?
Me: Sure.
He left and shut the door behind him.
I peeled off my clothes and stepped gingerly into the shower stall. Turning on the water I let out a shriek.
Ben came running back in. I had absentmindedly, or perhaps, purposefully, forgotten to lock the door.
B: What’s wrong?
I feebly attempted to protect my modesty with my arms. Strangely, Ben wasn’t even eyeing my body. He seemed more concerned if I was ok.
Me: C-c-cold.. water.
He laughed and entered the shower stall, flipping a lever on one of the pipes.
B: There you go.
I turned on the water with him still in there, drenching him in the process.
Me: Oops.
He looked at me incredulously.
Me: Well I guess you have to get out of those wet clothes.
I grabbed his T-shirt and lifted it over his body. I marvelled at his physique. He wasn’t as built as Adam, but nicely toned in the right areas. I could feel the saliva pooling in my mouth. Had it been that long since I was with a man?
Ben removed his jeans and briefs and stood there in his full naked glory, the stream of water from the shower head running off his body. I stared at him and he stared back, right into my eyes.
We stood there for what seemed to be the longest time not doing anything.
I wondered if my late teenaged body was good enough for him.