My attempt at sharing my experiences...

[EnigmaofSorrow]

I don't know what possessed me to open a bottle of Martell at St. James, but the 6 of us just sat there and drank.

The other bridesmaids were talking among themselves while Diane and I were next to each other, trying to catch up on old times amidst the noise.

D: So, you're in the army?

Me: Yeah.

She placed her hand on my chest and ran it down my abs.

D: Nice...

I felt like doing the same to her, but realized that St. James was actually a decent place, unlike Armani.

Me: I work out.

D: I work out too! But I don't have abs...

Me: Girls don't need abs..

D: At least a flat tummy...

I placed my hand on her stomach, just below her chest and thought of some corny pickup lines I heard from somewhere like "Soon this will be filled with my seed..." or something as lame as that.

Me: It's pretty flat...

I "accidentally" brushed the bottom of her boobs.

D: Could be flatter... I keep doing sit-ups and crunches but it doesn't seem to tone...

Me: Well, you need aerobic exercises as well to cut the fat.

D: I do cardio! Run, swim, the stepping machine at the gym...

Me: How intensive? At least 3 times a week?

D: Until I start to sweat? Yeah, around 3 times a week. If I'm free then maybe 4-5 times...

Me: Hmmm. Maybe your abs are already there, but your aerobic workouts aren't sufficient to cut down the fat...

D: Any suggestions?

I wanted to tell her that sex was a great workout, but I did not know if she was that open-minded.

Me: Not really. Walking, running and swimming are already the simplest workouts. Do you control your diet?

D: You mean do I watch what I eat? Have regular meals?

Me: Yeah.

D: Not really. I'm usually quite busy. I eat whatever's available. Sometimes I don't have the time to eat...

Me: Maybe that's why...

D: Sianz. How am I gonna find a boyfriend if I'm so fat?

I nearly choked on the Martell.

Me: Come on. You're not fat...

Truthfully, she was not fat, she was not even plump. But her boobs were probably a little too big for her frame.

D: I'm so fat!

Me: Well, your breasts are quite big. And your ass is very erm, nice.

D: Er. Thanks I guess? Do you always do this in clubs?

Me: Do what?

D: Talk to girls like this? Drunk girls?

Me: Nope. I hardly club. And you're hardly drunk...

D: Well, I'm definitely high enough not to reject a guy if he propositioned me right now...

I looked at Diane and she looked back at me. She did not seem the least bit drunk. Perhaps she was a little high. Technically, so was I. And what exactly did she mean by not rejecting a guy who propositioned her?

I glanced around to see the other bridesmaids chatting animatedly amongst themselves. They looked pretty high as well.

Maybe they would not notice if Diane and I disappeared.

Damn. I was letting my small head do the thinking again.

I took another gulp from my glass. Diane followed suit. She snuggled up to me again with her head on my shoulder.

Me: You ok?

D: Just a little tired.

Me: Want me to send you home?

D: You want to leave now?

Me: Why not?

D: The bottle is not finished.

I looked at the bottle. Roughly less than a quarter was left. It did not make sense to keep it for another time.

Me: Wanna help me finish the bottle?

D: Are you trying to get me drunk?

Me: Now why would I wanna do that?

D: So you can take advantage of me?

Me: Now there's a thought.

She punched me playfully.

D: Not funny.

Me: Kidding.

D: But yeah. I'll help you finish the bottle. But you gotta promise to send me home ok?

Me: Sure.

As I poured the remainder of the bottle into our glasses and topped it up with Coke, I tried to fight off any devious thoughts I had about Diane. I passed her her glass.

Me: Cheers.

Unexpectedly, she downed the contents of her glass at one go and even I struggled to keep up.

D: Wow. That's strong.

And she promptly lay her head onto my lap.

[EnigmaofSorrow]

Originally Posted by Allanooi

TS ur initial pages of stories were okay got flows then later part of pages u jump like wild rabbits from one pit hole to another without linkages and no continuation ??? Jus IMHO although I probably can't write so creative like you .... Good story !!!

It is linked. Mostly flashbacks. Until the car accident. Then it's been the events after the accident.

[SharkAttack]

oh well. i kinda suggest to work on any potential ladies that might want to look into real relationship with you asap. develop sth and you'll nvr know what doors might open for your career as well

[EnigmaofSorrow]

It was hard trying not to get hard, especially since Diane's head was resting on my lap. I regretted not wearing jeans instead of business pants for the wedding. If I were to get an erection, it would definitely jolt Diane awake from her light slumber. I willed myself to think neutral thoughts as she suddenly placed her hand on my crotch and lay her head down on it.

I looked at the other bridesmaids as they glanced over. They did not seem shocked at all that Diane was behaving rather inappropriately with me, but a couple of them shook their heads disapprovingly. I raised my hands and shrugged. One of them came over.

B: Hey, we're leaving soon, take care of her ok?

Me: Er. What's her address? I'll see her home.

B: I don't know her exact address, but she stays at XXX.

Me: Oh. Ok. I'll ask her when she wakes up.

Diane practically stayed across the road from Shirley, estate-wise anyway, as I was not very sure of the actual address.

B: But it doesn't seem like she wants to go home...

Me: Meaning?

B: Oh come on. Don't tell me you're so innocent that you don't have one night stands...

Me: Er...

B: I doubt she'll be pissed off if she wakes up in your bed tomorrow...

Me: Er...

B: Don't worry. We're all adults. Do what you have to do.

Me: Er... Can I get one of your numbers just in case?

B: Wow. That's a new one...

Me: What is?

B: The way you ask girls for numbers...

Me: I'm being serious here. What if I need some help with her?

B: Trust me. You're more than able to handle her...

Me: Still...

B: Ok. My number is 8XXXXXXX.

Me: Thanks.

B: We'll be making a move first.

Me: Bye.

The other bridesmaids left. I looked at Diane and slowly eased myself out from under her.

I probably should take her home. But based on what the other bridesmaids said, I sort of figured that she was probably into a one night stand. I wondered how awkward it would be, considering she used to be from my uniformed group. But technically, so was Shirley. And I did not know Diane that well. Perhaps it could be a fuck-and-forget thing.

Somehow or another, Diane seemed to be in peaceful slumber as I contemplated my actions.

I shook her awake.

Me: Hey. It's time to go.

D: Hmm?

She rubbed her eyes and stretched sleepily, thrusting her soft, impressive chest towards me. I sort of jerked backwards to avoid any sort of contact with her melons.

D: Oops. Sorry.

She stood up and stretched again, clumsily exposing herself to me and the rest of the club.

Me: Nice thong...

D: Huh? Oh. Er. Oops again.

She pulled the hemline of her dress down to cover up, and by some freak chance, managed to pull the top part of her dress, which coincidentally was a tube dress, down as well. The northern hemispheres of her globes peeked out at me, barely covered by the strapless bra that held them together.

D: Gosh. Aren't I clumsy?

She pulled her dress up.

Me: You're doing it on purpose...

D: I'm not.

Me: Really? It can't be so coincidental...

I gave her a sly smirk and she smile back. Suddenly, she straddled me, thrusting her chest towards my face. I could not retreat.

Me: Hey!

I struggled to push her off. She struggled to plant her lips on mine.

Me: Hello? Are you drunk?

She got off, lost her balance and almost knocked the empty Martell bottle to the ground. I managed to catch it in time.

D: Yep. I think I'm pretty drunk.

Me: We better go then. In case you start doing things you won't remember and most likely will regret...

I stood up, grabbed her handbag with one hand, and slid my other hand around her waist to steady her as we walked towards the exit. She put her own hand around my waist and I moved mine to her shoulder. She pulled herself closer to me, the side of her boobs pressing against my ribs.

Me: You ok?

D: Yeah. Just can't walk straight.

We headed out to the taxi queue.

Me: So where do I send you to?

She tiptoed and whispered into my ear.

D: Anywhere you want me to go.

[EnigmaofSorrow]

Try as I might, I could no longer resist the thoughts of banging this hot piece of ass. Perhaps Jason was secretly the guy from Inception and he had planted the seeds of the idea in my mind when he suggested that Diane was bang-able. Only I was not asleep and this was definitely not a dream.

Or maybe I really was a bastard and just had to get every pussy that threw themselves at me. And this one was making it quite obvious that she wanted some action.

Me: What's your address? I'll see you home.

D: But I don't want to go home...

Me: Then where do you want to go?

D: Where do you think I want to go?

Me: Look, you're hot and all that, but this isn't right.

D: Haha. You think I want to sleep with you?

I was monentarily stunned. And slightly embarrassed.

Me: You mean you don't?

D: Well...

Me: You're literally throwing yourself at me, openly flirting, and exposing yourself. Maybe it's because you had too much to drink?

D: Well, maybe.

She whispered into my ear again.

D: I want you to want to take advantage of me.

Me: What? I'm not that kind of guy...

Diane appeared a little disappointed.

D: Damn. So it wasn't true...

Me: What?

D: Never mind. But I still don't wanna go home...

Me: What wasn't true?

D: I said never mind. Will you go somewhere with me?

Me: Where?

D: The beach.

Me: Now?

D: Yeah.

Me: Why?

D: Cos I don't want to go home. And it appears that I was misinformed about you. And it's late and I don't want to be alone?

Me: Home is the safest place.

D: Argh. Ok. Whatever. I'll go by myself.

Me: Huh?

She released me and strode unsteadily towards a waiting cab. I caught up with her.

Me: Hey. What's wrong?

She stopped.

D: Nothing. I thought maybe I could at least have some fun tonight.

Me: Er. I'm not really into one night stands. Besides, it's awkward since I know you...

D: Like I said, I guess I was misinformed about you.

Me: In any case, I'm not comfortable with you going wherever you're going alone. I'll go with you.

D: Now that's something I didn't know.

Me: What?

D: That you're actually a nice guy.

Me: We learn new things everyday.

We got into the cab.

D: East Coast Macs.

She then lay her head on my lap again to sleep.

Cabbie: Oi! Seat belt!

Me: Uncle, she's drunk. Let her rest can?

Cabbie: Kena fine you pay? Deduct points use your license?

Me: If can then use lor. Fine I pay lor.

The cab drive started cursing in a mixture of Hokkien, Malay and English but drove on anyway. Diane nestled her head comfortably on my lap while resting on her hand. At least she was comfortable, but she was making me extremely uncomfortable when she started massaging my snake through my trousers. I sighed and looked out the window, enduring the slow but sure erection that was forming.

We reached the McDonalds at East Coast around 15 minutes later and I woke Diane up. The cab driver gave me a dirty look as I paid him. I decided it would be best to ignore him.

We headed to the 7-11 to get some drinks to rehydrated ourselves and I bought more cigarettes.

We then strolled along the pedestrian footpath until we reached a relatively deserted section of the beach, and settled down on a breakwater.

D: I'm quite surprised actually.

Me: Why?

D: You're nothing like what they described?

Me: Who is they?

D: Some people.

I wondered if somehow my rumoured reputation in JC had been spread so far and wide that even my uniformed group juniors knew about it.

Me: Who la?

D: Why do you want to know?

Me: Cos I'm interested?

D: Why should I tell you?

Me: Hmm. Ok. I've got no reason for that, other than I'm interested to know.

D: Tell you what. We'll play a game. Truth or dare. Then we'll see how.

Me: How exactly do you propose we play truth or dare with 2 people?

D: Good point. We'll play scissors, paper, stone. Winner decides.

Me: What? Like that also can?

D: You want to know what I heard about you or not?

Me: Yeah.

D: Then let's play.

Me: Ok.

D: Ready? Scissors, paper, stone!

I lost.

Me: Fuck.

D: Haha. I dare you to kiss me.

Me: What?? Are you still drunk?

D: Not exactly.

Me: Then?

D: You want to play or not?

Me: Argh. Fine.

I leaned towards her, brushing her hair away from her face, and planted my lips on her cheek.

Me: Happy?

D: No fair! That's hardly counted as a kiss?

Me: Well, you didn't specify.

D: Whatever. Scissors, paper, stone!

I lost again. I hate such games.

Me: Fuck la.

D: French me for at least ten seconds.

Me: Sorry, don't speak French.

D: Don't act dumb.

Diane grabbed me and practically stuffed her tongue into my mouth. Truthfully, I was slightly aroused when her warm, wet and slippery tongue touched mine. I refused to move mine though, and let her do the work. After what was definitely more than ten seconds, she released me.

D: You're a lousy kisser.

Me: Nope. Just unwilling.

D: Hilarious. Scissors, paper, stone!

I lost yet again.

Me: Fuck. I don't wanna play anymore.

D: Don't be a spoilsport.

Me: This ain't fun. How about you just tell me what I want to know, and I'll do whatever you want?

I instantly regretted the words as they left my mouth.

D: Ooohhh... Now you're talking.

She pulled me towards her again and we frenched. Really frenched. I tried to be the more dominant party this time and forced my tongue around her mouth, ensuring that she could not get the upper hand over me. My hands gradually found their way to her hips, and moved slowly upwards to her breasts, cupping them and gently squeezing them through her dress and bra. Diane's response was not to push my hands away, but instead, she grabbed them and slid them under her dress, inviting me to caress her breasts without hindrance. I reached behind her back and unhooked her bra with one fluid motion, and brought my hands to the front again, cupping her glorious peaks, kneading them with my fingers, rubbing my thumbs around her nipples, gently flicking them.

We lay down onto the uneven surface of the breakwater but quickly got up again as the jagged edges of the rock jabbed us uncompromisingly. Then, we stopped and I removed her bra from under her dress and handed it to her. She was breathing heavily. I tried to act as though nothing had happened but the unmistakable bulge at the front of my pants was a little hard to hide. She took her bra and put it back on.

D: Wow.

Me: Huh?

D: I thought you weren't interested?

Me: Well, I'm not.

D: Doesn't seem that way.

Me: I don't like to be tested. And I wanna know exactly what you've heard.

D: I'm starting to enjoy this game.

Me: You started it. And I'm gonna play it till I'm satisfied.

D: I'm gonna play it till I'm satisfied too.

[EnigmaofSorrow]

I wondered what she meant by that. But damn, I was returning to my bastard ways.

She adjusted her bra.

D: What do you wanna know?

Me: Tell me everything.

D: Ok. Do you remember who Jasmine is?

I struggled to recall.

Me: Not really.

D: You seriously don't remember?

Me: Er nope.

D: Wow. Either you're really innocent, or you're the biggest asshole who ever walked on this earth?

Me: I don't dispute being an asshole, but who's Jasmine and what did I do?

D: She's my classmate. Also in the uniformed group.

Jasmine, Jasmine. Who the fuck was Jasmine?

Me: Oh. The tall one? The really tall one?

D: Yes.

Jasmine was Shirley and Diane's classmate. From what I recall she was probably the really tall girl. Like my height or taller. Stick-thin and no body to speak of. I seriously had no recollection about her other than that she should have been in Netball or something. Assuming my guess was correct.

Me: So what did I do?

D: Well, she said-

Me: Ah ha! The keyword is she "said". Shouldn't it be she "claimed"?

D: Don't interrupt. Do you wanna hear the story or not?

Me: Sorry. Please continue.

D: Well, she "claimed" that the two of you have been secretly dating since we were Sec 3. And you took her virginity during NCO camp during guard duty.

Me: Oh my god.

D: Well, did you?

Me: Haha. That's preposterous, but continue.

D: She said you made her feel so good that she was addicted. And you fucked everyday until she failed her O levels.

Me: Ok you seriously can't believe that's true.

D: She also said you got her pregnant while she was in ITE and she had to go for an abortion at 17. And now she can't have kids.

Me: Uh huh.

D: And her story was backed up by Jessica.

Me: Wait. Who's Jessica?

D: Our other classmate.

Me: Not from the Uniformed Group right?

D: No. But she said you often went out on double dates.

Me: Ok. I don't know if I should even bother to defend myself or just die laughing.

D: Don't be a bastard ok? You destroyed a young girls future.

Me: Ok seriously, I did no such thing.

D: Well, I kinda thought the story was fishy. Considering the amount of time you spent with Shirley.

Me: Wait. So why did you even think it was true?

D: Well, some of us, me included, didn't have a very good impression of you in the first place.

Me: How so?

D: You were so biased towards Shirley.

Me: How does that link?

D: You treated her so much better than us!

Me: So?

D: So you're biased and not a nice guy. And we knew that Jasmine had a massive crush on you. But we never saw you act on it. So when she told us you were secretly together we came to the conclusion you were a bastard.

Me: Wait. Do you have a picture of Jasmine?

D: On Facebook. Why?

Me: I wanna see what she looks like.

Diane took out her iPhone and showed me.

Then realization struck as I saw the familiar face.

Me: Dammit. I know her as Jia Min la...

D: Oh. So you admit it?

This Jia Min, or Jasmine, was a girl who sent me cards every Valentines day, Chinese New Year and Christmas. We never really went out before except in a group whenever I went out with Shirley and the rest. I totally ignored her throughout the entire time I was her instructor.

Me: When did you know all this?

D: Well, the secretly dating and losing virginity parts during Sec 4 and the abortion can't have kids part recently during our yearly meetups.

Me: Hmm. And you believed it?

D: Well, not really. Until the abortion part. And when Jessica vouched for the story.

Me: Did you even check out the story with someone else?

D: Like who?

Me: Shirley?

D: She's been in Australia. And she didn't turn for our meetups. Why her?

Me: Cos she's my godsis and maybe she would have defended me?

D: Yeah right.

Me: Really!

D: So you've been meeting up with Shirley?

Me: Well, it's a long story. But anyway, to deviate a little, despite knowing or rather, thinking you known all this about me, why did you still wanna go out, get drunk, and come to the beach with me?

D: I didn't expect you to want to come. So I was kinda surprised. And I wanted to come to the beach. You merely followed me.

Me: That doesn't explain anything. I could be a very dangerous guy...

Diane shrugged.

D: Well, what can I say, I'm attracted to dangerous guys. And I was pretty drunk. Probably exains why I never had a steady boyfriend.

Me: Really? A pretty girl like you?

D: Spare me the compliments. Guys only like me for my tits and ass...

Me: Well, you definitely have a smoking hot body. But I think you're pretty cute as well.

D: Cute as in ugly but adorable?

Me: Cute as in I wanna hug you till you die or something la...

D: That's sweet. So you didn't do all those nasty stuff to Jasmine?

Me: Nope. No witnesses though.

D: Hmmm. Well, she does kinda like to exaggerate things sometimes...

Me: I guess she's jealous or bitter?

I told Diane about the card sending and the ignoring.

D: Wow. And I thought you were just playing it cool. Vicious rumor though.

Me: Yeah.

D: Well, no bad boy for me today then...

I smiled at her.

Me: I'm a nice guy.

D: How disappointing.

Me: Are we still playing the game?

D: Why?

Me: Cos it's late and I wanna send you home.

D: I still want to play. Maybe I'll sleep with a nice guy for a change.

Me: Right.

D: So tell me the real story...

I sighed. It was definitely going to be a long night/morning.

[TamKorSang]

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[dennischan]

very nice bro. spent 5 hours reading your whole thread. pg 1 - 39. will give a better reply when i'm more sober

[EnigmaofSorrow]

I wondered if I should confide in Diane about the situation between me and Shirley. After all, they were best friends at one point of time. A part of me however merely wanted to sleep with her. And continue sleeping with her. Find myself a new fuck buddy.

Me: What do you wanna know?

D: What have you been up to in the last few years?

Me: The usual.

D: Like?

Me: Army regular. Studied part-time for a degree for awhile but quit. Really quite boring.

D: Oooh. Soldier boy.

Me: Is that all you can say?

D: Nope. But it explains your physique.

Me: How about you?

D: Well. I did engineering Hospitality in Poly. But got bored of it after that so I did ACCA, realized I quite liked it then I went to do Banking and Finance part-time while working at Hotel Intercontinental. Now I'm at XXX bank...

Me: Sounds pretty boring as well.

D: Yeah. How's your love life?

Me: Hmmm. It's... Boring.

D: Yeah right.

Me: Kind of.

D: You're single now right?

Me: Yeah.

D: Been single long?

Me: It depends on your definition of "single" and "long".

D: Are you seeing anyone right now? In the past few months?

Me: Well, not exactly...

D: Right. So no girlfriend but you're seeing somebody.

Me: Well, I did have a fuck buddy. But we kinda stopped.

D: Oh? Really? Why?

Me: She met someone.

D: I see. So how does it work?

Me: How does what work?

D: Fuck buddies.

Me: Er. You meet when you're horny and fuck? No commitments. No feelings other than just to satisfy each others sexual urges.

D: Interesting.

Me: Why? How about you?

D: Well. I never had a fuck buddy. Don't believe that people can just fuck and be friends.

Me: And you're still single?

D: Yeah. Can't find the right guy.

Me: Not can't la. Probably haven't.

D: Well. Bankers are boring. There's no way I'm gonna date my ex classmates. I want someone older.

Me: Don't you meet guys in clubs?

D: I do get picked up pretty frequently. But it's usually just an one off thing. I doubt anything real can develop with a guy who goes clubbing just to look for sex.

Me: But you still sleep with them?

D: Mostly. The more pleasant looking ones obviously.

Me: Why?

D: I'm usually too drunk to remember the next day.

Me: Too drunk to enjoy the sex as well?

D: Nah. I do enjoy the sex. At the moment. The next day it's usually a hangover and the "what the fuck happened last night" feeling...

Me: Haha. Ok.

D: How about you? You don't pick up girls in the club?

Me: Not anymore. I used to when I was much younger. When it was fun. Especially hitting on the older women.

D: Right.

She sighed.

D: So I guess I'm too young for you?

Me: You mean as a one night stand?

D: Yeah.

Me: I don't go for that any more.

D: Then as a fuck buddy?

Me: I thought you didn't believe in fuck buddies.

D: I don't.

Me: Then why the questions?

D: Curious I guess. And I haven't had sex for quite awhile...

Me: Are you trying to hint something to me?

D: No, no. Just thinking out loud.

Me: Haha. Ok. Well, I'm not really looking for a fuck buddy now. Nor a one night stand.

D: Oh.

I did not say anything else and stared out at the sea, listening to the waves crash against the breakwater. Diane joined me in stoning, having probably deciding that she had asked enough questions for the moment.

The cool night breeze suddenly became rather chilly, and the wind picked up speed. I thought I felt slight raindrops.

Me: Hey. I think it's gonna rain, you wanna head back home?

D: Not yet. But could we move to the pavilion? I'm freezing...

Me: Well, you're a little underdressed. Let's go then.

We got off the breakwater and headed to the nearest pavilion that happened to be empty. There was no one at this sector of the beach at this time of the night, and the monsoon season probably chased potential campers away. It was a beautiful night though, even if the overcast skies dimmed the pale moonlight.

It started to drizzle and we broke into a run, or rather, a jog, as the raindrops pelted us from above. Diane's heels hampered her movement and she had gotten rather wet by the time she caught up with me at the pavilion. She was already shivering uncontrollably.

Me: Perhaps you should get out of your wet clothes. You'll catch a cold...

D: Very funny. I don't have anything to wear...

Up till now I have no idea why, but I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, handing it to her.

D: Er. Seriously?

Me: You can wear it over your dress or something. It's gonna look damn weird if you walk around with only your underwear and my shirt. Would be sexy though...

D: Idiot...

But she took my shirt anyway and wore it. However, it did not seem to help much.

Me: You sure you don't want me to send you home?

D: And let you go home looking like an Abercrombie and Fitch store greeter?

Me: Haha. Thanks for the compliment, but I doubt I'm of that standard...

She moved closer towards me and ran her fingers along my chest and down my abs.

D: Looks and feels good enough to me...

Me: Right.

I pulled her towards me and held her close in a valiant attempt to transfer some body heat to her. She snuggled up to me.

D: Aren't you feeling cold?

Me: It's cold. But I've been in colder areas like Taiwan and Australia.

D: Army training?

Me: Yeah.

I rubbed her hands to warm them up. She lay her head on my chest.

D: You know something?

Me: What?

D: You're a really nice guy. As in you treat girls nicely. We're practically strangers and yet you would do this for me.

Me: And?

D: Is it because you want something out of it?

Me: I don't think so?

D: So how come you're single?

Me: Like I said. Very long story.

I had not revealed anything about my relationship with Shirley, and she had not asked.

D: I'm sure there are girls out there who are dying to be with you. To let you treat them the way you're treating me now...

Me: If they're dying, then there won't be any of then left right?

D: That's lame.

Me: I know.

D: So why?

Me: Do you really want to know?

D: I guess so...

Me: Your impression of me might change. For the worst.

D: So? We aren't dating.

Me: That's really not the point.

D: Then what is?

Me: I screwed up. Real bad.

D: Tell me about it.

I glanced at my watch. It was almost 5am. I wondered if she ever wanted to go home.

Me: Ok.

I then proceeded to relate the entire details of my relationship with her best friend to her.

It felt good to be talking to someone about it. Even though I feared that I might regret it later on.

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D: Oh my god.

Me: See. Told you your impression would change...

I expected her to struggle out of our embrace. But she did not.

D: I can't imagine how Shirley is feeling right now.

Me: She's found someone new.

D: And you're giving up just like that?

Me: Yeah. I guess so.

D: Isn't it a waste?

Me: Perhaps. But I made too many mistakes. It's probably beyond redemption.

D: Well, we all knew she was absolutely crazy about you back then. Probably not on the same psycho level as Jasmine, but we assumed she was satisfied with just being your godsis...

Me: I won't know about that.

D: And she actually saved her virginity for you?

Me: Yeah.

D: That's like so... Traditional.

Me: Yeah.

D: And you never once thought that all she wanted was a real relationship? Maybe even get married?

Me: I think it's too late for all that now...

D: Nothing is ever too late.

Me: How would you know?

D: She's my best friend!

Me: Not anymore.

D: That's true. But I know her.

Me: I thought I knew her.

D: Are you even gonna try winning her back?

Me: I guess I'm not ready for a relationship.

D: So you neglect your own emotional needs but fulfill your physical needs?

Me: I guess.

D: You intend to be fucking around for the rest of your life?

Me: I don't know.

D: Haha. Well, you don't even have a fuck buddy now...

Me: Unrelated topic.

D: There's no other girls in your life?

Me: Nope.

D: How about the one your holding?

Me: Huh?

D: I know it's a little fast. But I'm like melting in your arms...

Me: I thought you were freezing...

D: Idiot.

She released herself from me and turned to face me.

D: I don't know why, but you're giving me this strange feeling.

Me: You still drunk?

D: Nope.

Me: We barely reconnected a couple of hours ago.

D: To be honest, I wanted to sleep with you just now.

Me: Wow. Did you think I'm so easy to seduce?

D: I was rather drunk. And you're rather hot. And that kiss...

Me: I was indulging you in your silly game.

D: Still. Now hearing your story, I kind of feel sorry for you.

Me: Please don't pity me. I'm the cause of my own misfortunes... And I definitely don't want you to sleep with me out of pity.

D: The thought never crossed my mind.

Me: Then?

D: Well, I've been single for quite a long time...

Me: And?

D: Do you want to start dating again?

Me: I don't think I can bring myself to love or feel loved.

D: Er, I said dating. Not steady relationship.

Me: No difference. It's not the right time. And you may not be the right person.

D: And why not?

Me: Your links to Shirley.

D: You said we weren't best friends anymore.

Me: I know. But it won't feel right.

D: How do you know?

Me: I don't.

D: Would sex feel right then?

Me: I don't want a pity fuck.

D: I'm not offering a pity fuck.

Me: Sex is just sex. A release. How do you even know if we're sexually compatible?

D: I don't. But if I don't try I guess we'll never find out.

Me: Sorry. I can't do that. It's not fair to either of us.

D: Dammit. I should have just seduced you when I was drunk.

Me: I'm not that easy.

D: I realised that.

Me: Anyway, it's really late. Or rather early. Do you want to go home yet?

D: Well, I guess since nothing is gonna happen I might as well go home.

Me: Yep. Nothing's gonna happen.

D: I think you don't appreciate the good things that are presented to you.

Me: How so?

D: Shirley is one good example.

Me: And you're the other?

D: I'm not saying that. But sometimes you just gotta take things as they come to you.

Diane stopped and looked deep into my eyes.

Me: And?

She put her finger on my lips, caressed my face and pulled me towards her. Our lips touched. Softly at first, then she parted her lips and teased mine with her tongue. I ran my hands around her back, one hand up her neck. My own lips parted and the tips of our tongues met. Gently touching and retreating, as if we were testing the water to see if it was too hot or cold. She ran her fingers through my hair, I caressed the back of her ears. Our tongue fight slowly progressed to the next level, slowly but surely. I felt saliva dribbling down my chin and I paused momentarily to wipe, and Diane pushed me down onto the bench, before climbing on top of me. She nuzzled my neck, then tracked her tongue from behind my earlobe down to my collarbone. She planted light kisses along my collarbone as she moved back towards my neck. Then she sucked hard. I stopped her.

Me: Sorry.

D: What's wrong?

Me: Don't leave a mark. I can't have love bites.

D: Is that like some army policy?

Me: I don't know. But just don't leave a mark.

We sat up.

D: Can't we make out? Feel like teenagers again?

Me: Erm. We aren't even a couple.

D: Damn. I was enjoying myself. Weren't you?

Me: You can't seriously be asking me to answer that.

D: Ok then I'm asking you un-seriously.

Me: Funny.

D: Well?

Me: Ok. I enjoyed it.

D: That's good. Now shall we continue or do you want to send me home.

I seriously thought for a while before answering.

Me: I'll send you home.

[SharkAttack]

TS, i vote giving yourself a shot into this r/s with D.

1st you showed her, ' that you are THE man ' who is different from her usual ONS

2nd she has some feeling since young and by doing the 1st, you pretty much closed the deal.

3rd both of you are ready for a change. Although she may or may not be the one you truely love, at least give yourself a chance to lead a normal lifestyle. I believe some samsters have shared their confession about their past life exp and their current cca outside of marriage.

4th you're who you are due to past exp and i believe the ladies will agree with me that it takes one hell of a determined mind to reject D not once, not twice but multiple attempts of seducing ya.

5th talk to other samsters who have been through this life stage before and perhaps they will understand and suggest better ideas???

6th continue your story as i'll always camp for more!!!

[FirstTimeUser]

Still enjoying your experiences! Good luck with whatever you choose!

[EnigmaofSorrow]

The can ride back to Diane's place was in silence, with her leaning on my shoulder.

As expected, Diane lived only a few blocks away from Shirley. We alighted from the cab and I walked her to the lift.

D: Aren't you gonna see me up?

Me: Sure.

We rode the lift to the 13th floor and got out, I followed silently behind her.

As we reached her door, she turned around and gave me a hug.

D: You have my number right?

Me: Yeah.

D: Call me if you wanna hang out or do other stuff ok?

Me: Sure.

D: I hope you get over your situation soon.

Me: I will. Don't worry.

I kissed her cheek.

Me: Thanks for chatting.

D: Thanks for spending time with me.

Me: No worries.

D: By the way, would you like me to help you get in touch with Shirley?

Me: Er. Could you not?

D: Why not?

Me: I believe she hates me.

D: Hate is a rather strong word don't you think?

Me: I don't know.

D: I don't think a person can go from loving you so much to hating your guts in such a short period of time...

Me: Erm. Contact her if you want. But try not to mention me? In case she gets pissed off and your relationship with her sours.

D: It won't.

Me: Up to you. But she's happily attached now.

D: You could be happy too.

Me: I'll be happy one day.

D: Well, goodbye then.

Me: Take care.

Diane smiled warmly at me before disappearing into her house. I left feeling confused again.

How was it possible that a girl I only just met again after a long time could be interested in me?

I hardly talked to her much before this, and most of the things I knew about her were told to me by Shirley.

And yet all it took was a chance meeting while smoking during a wedding, a couple of drinks, a long chat by the beach and some kissing, and suddenly she wanted me to stick my dick into her.

Ordinarily, I would not have minded, as Jenny wanted to slow things down a bit, leaving me without a constant supply of sex. The appearance of a new willing female for sex was somewhat thrilling. However, she was Shirley's best friend. How could I sleep with the best friend of my "ex" so soon after "breaking up"?

Interestingly, being honest to Diane about the situation with Shirley did not chase her away. Instead it brought us closer. But i did wonder of she has any ulterior motives. And it was interesting to hear about the vicious rumor that had spread about me. I wondered if Shirley had heard about it too, and if it had influenced her decision to leave me.

What had presented itself here was an opportunity, a chance at another relationship, sexual or not. But the timing was extremely bad. I really did not want to enter into a relationship now, and asking Diane to be fuck buddies would defeat the entire purpose of me trying to change my ways. As usual, the small head wanted action and satisfaction that was not brought about by my left or right hands, but the big head truly wanted to start anew, to change my life around.

Life had dealt me a cruel hand and was forcing me to play it.

I could not wait to see what the new year would bring.

[Feilong]

Perservere bro, huge changes to your life cannot be done overnight.
By rejecting diane you have already started to change for the better.
Good luck.

[Underthetable]

Bro, your time to shine is coming soon. Now that a "bridge" has appeared.