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15-03-2011, 06:15 PM
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Me: So, where do we go from here?
N: I don't know. Me: I'm horny. N: Thanks for being honest. I was about to think of something smart to say but was rudely interrupted by the beeping of the washing machine indicating that my clothes were done. Nicole excused herself and went to put my clothes in the dryer. She took her halter top along so I assumed she was going to get dressed. Reluctantly, I put on my boxers and went over to the liquor cabinet to take a look. She came back a little while later and I heard her put something on the coffee table. I pretended to be engrossed in browsing her family's liquor collection. She came up behind me and pressed herself against my back. My back with second or third degree burns. I would have jumped if I did not feel her soft, naked breasts on my skin. Nicole grabbed my right hand and brought it towards her crotch. I expected pubic hair but was treated so smooth skin. Big Bird sensed a future entry into a leafless nest and started poking his head out. Me: You shave? N: Brazillian wax. Me: I like. N: Haha. Then show me what you can do. I tried turning around but Nicole did not let me. So in a weird position, I tried my best to pleasure her with one hand. I tried visualising where her clit was. Roaming around, my fingers found the engorged mound of flesh and I played with it. I could hear her breathing rate increasing. I sensed an opening. I turned around and came face to face with Nicole. Instinctively, my tongue found hers. I continued to play with her love button. She seemed to be enjoying it. I slowly inserted my middle finger into her love hole. It was wet. I felt her muscles contract as I fingered her. Our kissing became more passionate and it felt as though she was trying to eat my face off. I found her g-spot and rubbed it, while rubbing her clit with my thumb at the same time. By now she was alternating between pulling my hair off and scratching my scalded back, which incidentally hurt a fucking lot. I kind of felt sorry for Big Bird though, as it seemed that the only action he got so far was induced vomitting caused by Nicole's fingers, whereas my own fingers were "tasting" her forbidden fruit. Nicole tried to grab Big Bird through my boxers unsuccessfully so once again, with my mouth on hers, one hand on her pussy, I struggled out of my boxers. We were both fully naked, Big Bird semi-erect, her pussy wet, when she suddenly stopped and pulled my hand out from her pussy. She was breathing heavily. N: I think we should stop. She moved over to the sofa, took another cigarette, lit it, and sat down. I stood by the liquor cabinet like an idiot before I moved over to join her for a smoke. I saw that she had actually brought out two glasses with ice cubes in them. It seemed like she actually wanted to get drunk with me. Unfortunately, the ice had already melted. She sat cross legged on the sofa and puffed on her cigarette. She seemed a little upset. Big Bird too seemed a little upset and he went back into flaccidity. I sat down next too her. She did not move. Me: What's wrong? N: I don't know. Me: You ok? N: Yeah. Me: Then why stop? N: It felt wrong, what we were doing. I mean, I hardly know you, yet you make me feel at ease around you. Me: Thanks, I guess. N: You're a really nice guy. I can see that from your actions. And I don't mean sexually. Me: Uh huh. N: Your ex really should have treasured you. I kept silent, not really knowing what to say. N: You showed me a different side of my sexuality. I'm a little confused right now. I used to think that there will never be a guy who can make me feel the way I felt. Horny, wanted. Stuff like that. Me: That's good right? N: Yeah. I have no doubt that you can satisfy me physically, other than you're a little on the small side. Nice one. Making fun of Big Bird again. I wondered if I should tell her to prepare to be disappointed should she eventually turn straight. N: I know you are probably expecting sex tonight. But I'm not sure if I can do it. Me: Why not? N: It's not just a physical thing you know. There has to be some feeling in it. And technically, I'm still a virgin. Me: Oh that can change. N: Idiot. Before we could say more, the damn beeper on the dryer beeped. 
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#243
16-03-2011, 11:56 PM
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Me: So I guess that means I'm leaving?
N: Well, I do have school tomorrow. You don't. Me: I kinda hate that place anyway... N: Hate is a little strong don't you think? Me: No. I've had more bad memories than good there. N: Are you referring to your ex? Me: Not just her. The teachers don't really like me. I didn't do very well in track and field this year. I'm barely passing my subjects... N: Well maybe if you didn't fall asleep in class so much... Me: I can't help it. Really. Charmaine was tiring me out. N: Mentally or sexually? Me: Both I guess. She could demand sex two, sometimes three times a night. And after that I couldn't even stay over, and have to go home... N: Haha. Wow. She sounds really horny. But you were at fault too for indulging her. Me: Hmm. You got a point. But how can I say no when a pussy wants my cock? N: Haha. Then maybe you shouldn't have broken up with her? Me: I don't know. It was getting a little absurd I guess. Especially with her mood swings. You saw how crazy she can be. N: Yeah. But if you were a good boyfriend, you would have stuck by her... Me: So maybe I'm just a bad guy? N: Nah, I think you're nice enough. Me: Nice enough for you? N: Haha! Keep trying. I'm les, not bi. Me: But you did say maybe you would let me pleasure you? N: Yeah. I said maybe if I'm drunk... Me: Why did we start anyway? N: I don't really know. Like I said, I wanted to see what it's like. Me: Well, I enjoyed it. N: The making out? Me: Yeah. N: What if you don't get to have sex? Me: Erm. I would still enjoy the making out I guess. N: Is it because you find it thrilling that you are making out with a lesbian? Me: Maybe? N: And you are trying to convert me? Me: Not exactly... N: Or do you just think I'm easily taken advantage of? Me: Well, the way you kissed me, and the way you wanked me, I think you want to be taken advantage of... N: Haha. You're amusing. I guess you could probably bed some girls based on wit alone. Me: So is it working? N: On me? Haha. Keep trying then. But I enjoy talking to you. At least you seem real, unlike all those pretentious guys I know. Me: So other guys have been hitting on you? N: Sort of. But they are so predictable. I mean it's like, "Hey! Wanna catch a movie with me?" or "Hey! I think you're cute or hot or whatever, wanna go out?" Me: Clichéd. N: Yeah I know right? None of them actually wanted to show me who they really are. Me: Unlike me? How am I different from them? N: Well, the protein shopping, LAN gaming, at least I know you have a life besides chasing girls. Me: Wow. I thought you would have been bored to death. N: Nah. I find it interesting. You letting me into your life that is. And you do have a very nice body... Me: Really? I think it still needs improving. N: Well, whatever you do, don't get too bulky. Not many girls like that. Me: Haha. Ok. I'll keep that in mind. Nicole grabbed the glasses on the table and headed to the kitchen. I followed suit. Me: So I guess it's really time for me to go? N: Up to you. I'm just getting fresh ice cubes. Me: Oh. We're drinking? N: If you want to? Me: What about school? N: I can skip school. I'm in no danger of failing anyway... Me: Seriously? What if we get drunk, and I, erm, somehow get you into bed? N: Haha. Don't count your chickens before they hatched. I'm a pretty good drinker. Me: So am I. N: Is that a challenge? Me: Not really. N: Well then. You're on.
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#246
18-03-2011, 12:13 AM
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Re: My attempt at sharing my experiences...
It was close to 11pm when we settled down to drink. Nicole had almost every
kind of alcohol you could imagine. Vodka, whiskey, gin, tequila, cognac, wine, beer, and this thing called "the green fairy". Absinthe. We started off with soft mixes like vodka redbull, bourbon coke etc., and chatted while we drank and smoked. By the time we were both sufficiently high, I had found out more about her. Her parents had businesses overseas, mainly in Indonesia and China. She had two sisters, the elder one was assisting her parents to run the business in Indonesia. She did not say much about her other sister though. In fact she did not say anything except that she was studying in a Polytechnic, which led me to the conclusion that this particular sister would roughly be around Nicole's age. I looked around the house and realised that there were no family pictures around. Wall decorations were mostly abstract art paintings and framed chinese calligraphy works. I asked her where her parents and sister were. She replied that her parents were in China and her sister stayed over at her aunts place on weekdays as it was opposite the school and she was lazy to travel. Nicole also told me that she was left alone in the house most of the time and that she enjoyed the freedom it gave her. She did not cook and ate out most of the time. More importantly, having the whole house to herself meant that she could have guests over anytime she liked, and her ex-girlfriends used to stay over alot. She revealed that she was a very sexual person and enjoyed intimacy. With girls that is. She also had a collection of sex toys which she would not show me. I asked if her parents were concerned about her "alternative" lifestyle. She said that her whole family were aware and did not probe much into it. Even she guessed it was probably a phase of growing up that she was going through and that it would probably pass. Her inclination towards girls probably stemmed from being in all-girls' schools for her primary and secondary education, JC being the first time she actually came in contact with guys. None of them really interested her, and she sat next to me in class as I seemed to be the safest one around, in the sense that I never made a move on her. Hell, I hardly even spoke to her until today. Of course, she had heard the rumours about me but did not pay much attention to them. But she was curious to know how I could be the subject of such vicious and numerous rumours. I had no answer for her. Perhaps I had offended someone in my orientation group. I really had no clue. Anyway, she admitted that she was a little shocked when I kissed her. I told her that I had taken her actions to be flirtatious and was taking a chance. She said that ordinarily she would probably have slapped me. But something stopped her. While she did enjoy the physical intimacy we had a little while ago, she was not really keen on going all the way, unless she was drunk enough not to remember what happened the next morning. I wondered if she was actually visualising me as a girl when we made out. A couple more rounds of drinks and I was having some trouble coming up with things to say. It was like my brain was shutting down. Nicole was probably getting a little drunk too as she seemed to find everything that came out of my mouth hilarious, but I did not recall making any jokes. Out came the luminous green liquid. I had never seen or heard about it before, but it made me thing of the mutagen the turtles were coated in that turned them into the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Nicole poured roughly two shots worth into my glass and hers. Me: We have to drink it neat? N: I guess so... Never drank it with mixers before. Me: It looks... Poisonous. N: Every alcohol is a poison. Don't be a girl. Me: But you like girls! N: Very funny. Bottoms up! I did not know what to expect so I held my breath and downed the entire contents of my glass at one go. It was probably one of the biggest mistakes of my life. The vile green liquid burned all the way down. From my mouth, to my throat, my oesophagus and stomach. It would probably burn through my intestines and colon and anus on the way out. I stood up and immediately sat back down. Me: What the fuck is this shit? Nicole was laughing at me. I tried lighting a cigarette but lit the filter instead. And frankly that was all I remember of what happened. All I recall was Nicole leading me up the stairs to her room and collapsing onto her bed. We were kissing and fondling each other but my tongue and brain were numb and I could not concentrate on what I was doing.
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#247
21-03-2011, 12:29 PM
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I awoke with a start. It was freezing in Nicole's room and I was naked, the
only warmth coming from her nude form pressed up against my side. My head was throbbing, like a heavy metal song gone wrong. Must have been the Absinthe. I tried to sit up up a wave of nausea hit me. I held it in as I rushed to look for a bathroom. I had no recollection whatsoever of the events that transpired the night before. I found the bathroom next to Nicole's room and rushed in, before collapsing into the toilet bowl. Truthfully, I was a little afraid that someone would catch me naked, a stranger in a strange house. After puking for what seemed like ages, I rinsed my mouth and hobbled downstairs to find my clothes. I stole a glance at the wall clock. It read 12 noon. So Nicole really did not go to school. I found my boxers on the floor and put them on, before heading to the kitchen to get a drink. Three glasses of iced water later, I felt significantly more awake and hobbled up the stairs to find Nicole. She was still seemingly asleep. I sat on the chair at her computer table and watched her. I tried to recall if we actually had sex the night before but my mind was still fuzzy. Suddenly, her handphone that was on her computer table rang, startling me. I looked at the display screen and realised it was one of our classmates calling. When the call ended, I saw that there were more than 20 missed calls. I wondered if I should wake her up. I went over to the bed and sat on the side she was on. I shook her gently on her shoulder. Me: Nicole, wake up. She shrugged me off and rolled over. What a pig, I thought, and shook her again, a little less gently. She stirred. N: What.... Me: It's noon, wake up. N: Let me sleep... Me: Your phone's been ringing. Just as I said that, her phone rang again. I put it against her ear. She sat up with a shock. N: What the fuck! The blanket covering her modesty slid down and I could not help but stare at her again. She saw me staring but made no effort to cover up. She grabbed her phone from me. N: Hello? Yeah, I'm home. Not feeling well. Will see a doctor later. Bye. N: Grr. You woke me from a sweet dream. Me: Opps. Girl-on-girl? N: Actually it was guy-on-girl... Me: Right... N: Yeah. I dreamt I was being pounded by a big black cock. Me: You mean like this one? I found a monstrous black dildo under the covers. N: Hmm. Maybe. Me: So what happened last night? N: Last night? I don't really remember. Do you remember anything? Me: Not really... N: Well, I don't have any condoms, so if we did have sex... She got off the bed and flung off the blanket. N: No stains either. And no used tissue. Me: Oh no. Do you think I came inside you? N: Hmm. No idea. She tried sticking her fingers into her pussy but it was dry. N: Can't really tell. Me: Crap, crap, crap. N: Why? Me: Erm. Unplanned pregnancy? N: That's going on the assumption you were actually hard enough to penetrate me, and sober enough not to pull out... Me: But there's no cum stains anywhere... N: Yeah... Me: Don't you feel sore? N: Sore? Why? Me: If I fucked you, maybe you might feel something? N: That small thing? Oh please. Besides, I'm usually very well lubricated... Me: Very funny. What are we going to do then? N: Wait and see I guess? Me: Wait and see? Is that the best you can come up with? N: Well, if something does happen, let's just say my parents will be both happy and upset. Me: Both? N: Yeah. Happy I'm no longer les, but upset they suddenly have a new addition to the family.
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#249
21-03-2011, 06:14 PM
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#250
21-03-2011, 09:09 PM
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Re: My attempt at sharing my experiences...
I left Nicole's house soon after with no real conclusion to our discussion.
Over my suspension period, I actually had a lot of time to think about things, and sort my life out. It was during that fateful period that I made one of my biggest regrets, quitting JC. I never really went back to school, except on the last day of my suspension, to hand in my withdrawal, and clear out my locker. No one stopped me, no one cared I guess. Maybe I really did not think that decision through, and made it hastily as a means to escape my current life. I did not realise at that point of time that I would not be eligible for a polytechnic, having already missed both the JAE and DAE. So I had a good year or so to slack, or work, or do whatever I chose to do. My dad could not care less, but my step-mom was a little pissed. She berated me almost everyday, and warned Andrew and Kenneth not to follow in my footsteps. I tried to placate her by telling her I would be continuing my studies when the admissions exercise opened. She never really did buy that story. Strangely though, it was also during this period that I realised that m step-mom actually cared more about me than my own father did. She still gave me my weekly allowance, and made sure I was home for dinner, if not supper, every night. I hardly contacted Nicole during this period, and I rejected countless calls from Charmaine. Nicole did drop me the occassional SMS or two, to find out how I was, but I replied in mostly mono-syllables. After awhile I guess she got bored, and probably went back to rug-munching. I also had found a job, two in fact, one at a gym that was run by my friend, although it closed down after awhile, and the other, as a banquet waiter. The jobs did not pay much, but at least I had something to occupy my time. It was probably 3 months later that I felt compelled to be a nice guy. Nicole's birthday was coming up, and I went shopping for a present for her. I really had no idea what to get her, so I simply strolled into a sex shop in Midpoint Orchard and purchased 2 gifts for her, not really thinking about their suitability. It just so happened that Nicole's birthday was on a Saturday. On Friday night, I borrowed Andrew's mountain bike and braved the treacherous roads to Nicole's abode. I was a little apprehensive though, as I had no idea if her parents or sister would be home. Furthermore, I was dropping in unannounced. I reached her place just before midnight, the so-called cool evening breeze did nothing to quell the humidity that struck me the minute I had set out on the bike trip. I wiped my sweat with a towel from my backpack and took a drink from the sportsbottle that was attached to Andrew's bike. I immediately regretted not washing the bottle before filling it up as the water tasted stale. Cold, but stale. The house was dark as I rang the doorbell. I hoped she was home. A few minutes later, the front porch light came on and someone came out. She looked like Nicole but I could not be sure. For one, she had longer hair, and much bigger boobs. She wore a white oversized t-shirt that barely covered her ass. Girl: Yes? Me: Nicole? G: Erm, nope. Not me. Hang on. She disappeared into the house again. I could not help but think that she looked exactly like Nicole, just a tad hotter. She reappeared with the Nicole I knew at the doorway. I stared at them. They were whispering to each other. Nicole came out. At least she was more decently dressed. N: Hi. Me: Hi. N: You never called, or returned my messages. Me: Oh. Erm. Didn't know we were a couple. N: At least have the decency to let me know you are alive... Me: Erm. Sorry. The other girl stood at the doorway, one hand on her hip, other hand twirling her hair. She slowly hiked her t-shirt up, exposing her tanned thighs. G: Jie, aren't you gonna invite him in? N: Shut up Natalie. Me: So that's her name. She's your- N: She's my twin sister. Me: Now that makes sense. Is she straight? I was staring at the hot image of a Nicole's doppleganger. She smiled coyly and turned around, showing me some ass before pulling her t-shirt back down. N: Either you are blind or you have fallen for me. Can't you see she's obviously flirting with you? I smiled back at Natalie. Me: Hmm. Nicole snapped her fingers. N: Hey. I'm over here. Me: Oh. Yeah. N: Stop drooling. Why are you here? Me: Oh. I looked at my watch. It was past midnight. I pulled her in for a hug. Me: Happy birthday.
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#252
21-03-2011, 11:49 PM
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Nicole looked up at me while we were still in our embrace. A single tear
rolled down her cheek. N: You remembered. Me: Yeah. N: I didn't think you would. I bent down and she tiptoed as we inched closer for a deep, passionate kiss. From the corner of my eye, I saw Natalie watching us, perhaps with a slight tinge of jealousy. N: Shit. Why are we starting again? Me: I don't know. N: You idiot. We started hugging again, like long-lost lovers. N: Where did you go? Me: I quit school. N: I know. Why? Me: Couldn't stand it anymore. N: Why? Me: I don't know. Everything just sucked. N: And you just quit? What about your future? Me: I'm working now. I'll enrol for poly next year. N: Is that what you really want? Me: I guess so. N: We were rather worried for you. Me: No kidding? N: Actually I was worried about you. Me: I'm touched. N: Yeah, and you're touching me. I did not realise it but my hands had somehow wandered to her ass and was caressing it. Natalie shouted from the doorway. Nat: Hey. Get a room you two! Nic: Shut up bitch! Me: Erm. Don't fight. There's enough of me for both of you. Nat: I thought you were les! Stop stealing all the guys! Nic: Stop making a scene. It's late. Me: I think I should go. Nic: Don't you want to come in? Me: And start a catfight? Nic: Don't mind her. She's just jealous. Me: Of? Nic: Me? Me: I don't get it. Nic: I'm not even interested in guys, and yet I've got you around my little finger. Me: No you don't. Nic: Well it certainly seems that way. Me: That isn't fair. Natalie disappeared into the house, not before slamming the door on us. Nic: I think we better go in before the neighbours come out. Me: Ok. Without warning, I picked Nicole up in a cradle and carried her towards the door. Nic: Hey! I've got legs ok? Me: I don't know why but I just feel like doing it. Nic: You better not drop me or hit into anything. I swivelled around and she grabbed the door knob to open the door. Natalie was standing at the foot of the stairs, arms akimbo. She tsk-ed at us before retreating up the stairs. I shut the door with my foot. What Nicole said next nearly caused me to drop her. Nic: Oh, by the way. I'm pregnant.
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#253
22-03-2011, 12:01 AM
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Nice update! Was the pregnancy a joke by nicole?
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#254
22-03-2011, 01:00 AM
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Re: My attempt at sharing my experiences...
bro dont stop dont stop!
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#255
22-03-2011, 06:35 AM
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Re: My attempt at sharing my experiences...
I felt as though my world had collapsed when Nicole broke the news of her
pregnancy. I wondered if it was really possible to get a girl pregnant after a single night of drunken, unabashed passion. My heart pounded hard and fast and performed somersaults throughout my chest cavity as I put Nicole down onto the rosewood sofa. Were my swimmers really that powerful? Seriously, given the level of drunkedness I, or maybe even we, was in that night, and going by the fact that neither she nor I could even remember actually having penetrative sex to completion, I wondered if it was even possible. Perhaps I should have paid more attention during biology class. Perhaps I should have ran out to a 7-11 nearby to buy condoms. Perhaps I should have pulled out and cum on her body, face or in her mouth. But it was all too late now, was it not? I struggled to comprehend the news that was just broken to me. Did it mean I have to marry her? Abortion was never really in the picture due to religious and ethical reasons, and I was pretty sure I would not be able to bring myself to take an innocent life. Would marrying her now mean I have to give up my own life? Settle down and be a good husband and father? Seriously, who thinks about stuff like this when they are 18? But I guess it was really my fault for not keeping my dick in my pants and my common sense in my head. We all have heard about shotgun marriages gone wrong, and the couple divorces after a few years, and the kid grows up in a single parent environment. Then he grows up warped, something like me, although my case was slightly different. Then there are the stories of spousal abuse and the philandering spouse. Maybe if I was with Charmaine, the former might be more possible, but then again, I did not really know Nicole and what she was capable of. For that brief moment, or moments rather, all my thoughts were about myself, and I realised how selfish I was. I never considered about Nicole's feelings or state of mind. She must have been devastated to discover that her young, carefree life would be cut short by this unplanned pregnancy. Futhermore, come end of the year, it would be time for her A Levels and there would be no way for her to conceal the baby bump. Would she have to quit school? Or at least defer her studies? What would her parents think? Or her sisters? Even her friends? Would we be able to bring up the child in a stable, loving, family environment? Would her parents take out the proverbial shotgun and force me to marry their daughter? Would my parents approve of this? Seriously I was in deep shit. And it was all caused by my own horniness. Nicole looked at me. Nic: What's wrong? You seem stressed... I pulled her in for a hug. She reciprocated by snuggling up to my chest. Me: I guess we have a lot of things to talk about.
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