When Angel Meets The Devil

[Oink Oink]

Many thanks to bros and sis who supported the previous story.
Here is another one dating back much earlier than the first, a time when I was less mature and more reckless.

Well, there is never a right time to start writing so please excuse me if updates are irregular at times.


Angel is a woman who left an unforgettable chapter in my earlier life, someone whom I believe would have shared a blissful marriage and a happy family with me. Regrets? I don’t know but it is history that still comes to mind once in a while.

Tracing back to the time when I was still schooling and if I remembered correctly, I just got promoted to secondary school when a new family moved to our little neighbourhood, or should I call it a village. That was when I got to know Angel, who was then known as Ah Mui. Nowhere in her name was there a “Mui” character but that was how everyone addressed her. In those days, parents had the tendency to give their children 奶名 or 乳名 (nick name) in belief that it would be easier to bring them up. Of course, I was known as “Ah-something” as well.

In the village lived people of different races, occupations and backgrounds. A few families looked better off with cars while the majority was average or below average income families. From my stand as a teenager, what the adults were doing for a living was none of my business. The top priority was to achieve results that could keep me away from “eating kway teow” (caning). On weekends, most of the children would be hanging out by the playground (only 2 swings and a slide) trying to participate in any games organized by the older boys and girls. Some of the bigger boys were real bullies but their attitudes and cockiness were usually put down by the bigger sisters, whom always seemed the ones protecting the juniors. One statement I would forever remember from an elder sister was “你们不让那些小的玩, 我们也不玩了”. So we had hooligans and bookworms of different races and ages all playing together. There were still times when one or two would be left out, sitting pathetically by one side watching the rest having fun.

Among the group games we played were “tok-kar”, “police & thief”, “pa chiu bay long” whereby the youngest player could be only 8 or 9 years old while the oldest could be 16 or 17. Typical of such games, 2 best players would be appointed as captains while the rest of us formed into pairs waiting to be selected. Ah Mui and I were always a pair because we were of the same age, and as a result, we were playing against each other all the time. Why Ah Mui and me and not other boys of my age? Don’t Laugh! I was the shortest among those boys of my age and deemed only competent enough as an opponent for Ah Mui. She was nearing 1.7m in height while I stood only a meter and a half. I kind of disliked Ah Mui for that because she was a few months younger than me but would always ask me to call her “Jie-Jie” in view of our height difference. Even till today, she is the tallest I have seen for a thirteen year old and I used to quietly think of her as an ostrich. Anyway, all of us had fun despite occasional fights that broke out.

Another three years of my teenage life flew passed in that environment and it came the year when I had to sit for O Levels. Much lesser time was spent joining the outdoor games but I became one of the top seeds and Ah Mui was no longer the person to pair with me. Gone was my kiddy voice and my height was fast shooting towards 6 feet. Though that would have earned me some dignity lost in the last 2 to 3 years, it was insignificant as most of my time was spent on preparation for the examination.

That same year, Ah Mui’s family disappeared from the neighbourhood and I thought they shifted. How could Ah Mui leave without even saying goodbye? A week or two later, I came to hear from some gossiping adults that her parents died in an accident and Ah Mui moved to stay with a relative. Yet some others said her parents died in a fire and Ah Mui was sent to an orphanage. Struck by the sad news, I didn’t even know how to contact her to deliver my condolence. It was a time whereby most households would have a telephone but we never bothered to know each other’s phone number. From the playground area, you just need to shout for someone’s name and you would see heads popping out of the windows. That was our protocol. Such was the unfortunate event and I lost touch with a friend.

Growing up in that environment shaped me as the hybrid of a bookworm and a hooligan. Almost another 5 years down the road, I was clearing my ROD leave when I met Ah Mui again. At that time, the first MRT train just began roaring to and fro the North-South line, and my family moved out of the village into a HDB estate. There is a Chinese saying “女大十八变”. What happened to Ah Mui during those 5 years? How had she changed? How did she turn Angel and what made the Devil?

[smlimau]

camp set up ady......Wow! a new journey:)

[adzeman]

I sense a good story brewing.

[luvuass]

welcum back bro OO, nice to read another story from u

[cupid xpress]

machiam not bad like that... ;)

[Lexus118]

Ah Beng meet Ah Mui Story, my fav kind....

[alan0338]

ho say liao, another campsite .... :D

[zyspt]

welcome back bro.
is really great to see u writing once more.

[Oink Oink]

Thank you bros smlimau, adzeman, cupid xpress, alan0338 and zyspt for support!

welcum back bro OO, nice to read another story from u

How are you doing? Thanks for the warm wel-"cum". :D

Ah Beng meet Ah Mui Story, my fav kind....

Ah Beng... was once upon a time. :o

Continuing....

Five years wasn’t a short time, long enough for one to get married and be the parent of a 4 year old kid. At least two of the boys I knew in the village became very young fathers due the lack of sex education, more specifically, the use of contraceptives. People were all gossiping…. 把人家的肚子搞大了, 只好结婚啦…, and there seemed little said about abortion. Though I wasn’t one of them, I had two relationships, lost my virginity and did some wild things together with my hooligan friends. If there was anything I might have been proud of, it had to be passing my motorcycle license and owning a bike; from a little metal sheep to a bigger iron stallion. Not having to rely on public transportation was freedom only stoppable by the rain.

Completing military service landed me at the crossroad. Should I pursue higher education or start slogging for money? For that month I was on leave with the green card still in my wallet, it wasn’t legal to work so I used the time to source for possible options and did job hunting as well. Lost! I had never felt so lost before and it was like being thrown into the ocean with no land in sight. Everyone - schoolmates, classmates, campmates, neighbours and even the hooligans, had something to do except me. It was hard to believe that I couldn’t even find someone to lunch with, let alone soliciting for their opinions. Almost all whom I called gave me the same answer - “Weekend, can?”

Feeling rather dejected on one of the weekdays, I rode on my white iron stallion without a destination in mind. Cruising around aimlessly, I then found myself in the vicinity of my old village and saw that many trees and houses were gone. Riding further down, the marketplace was still there but I knew it would soon be torn down to make way for new developments. Seeing the place where I grew up getting demolished was like robbing my memories away and I could feel sadness filling my heart. Fearing that I might never get to see the place again, I stopped by the marketplace with the intention to walk around and grab a bite. Growing up in the small neighbourhood, most of the people knew one another and I was greeting almost every owner as I strolled along the stretch of shop houses, stopping occasionally to have a chat with some of them. Amazingly, that took the troubles off my mind and put my heart at ease, at least for that span of an hour.

Crossing over the narrow road with only one lane for each direction, I headed for the coffee shop. Thankfully, the stalls were all there and were still operating. Without hesitation, I took my pick at the Yong-Tau-Fu stall and found myself a seat on the outside where it was breezier. Minutes later, I was savoring a bowl of hot noodles topped with my favourite ingredients. After eating my fill, I walked back into the coffee shop to get a drink. Just like the old days, I helped myself at the gigantic fridge, chose my drink, opened the cap, inserted a straw and told the “towkay” I took a bottle of soft drink. As I was walking back towards my table, a young lady with long hair tied into a pony tail was seated at the table, playing around with my helmet. The view of her back did not resemble anyone familiar and I increased my pace to recover my helmet, lest it got dropped and scratched. Standing by the table and wanting to demand my helmet back, I was totally taken aback when the lady lifted her head to greet me.

Me: Ah... Ah… Ah…

There I stood with one index finger pointing at the lady and shuddering words were barely coming out of my mouth. I could swear that I remembered her name so clearly except I was tongue tied. She stood up, stretched one hand over and wrapped my finger with her palm. With a smile brighter than the sun, she mimicked after me.

Mui: Ah… Ah… Ah… AH MUI! Call Jie-Jie!

To see a friend who disappeared so abruptly 5 years back and re-appear before my eyes when I least expected was a pleasant surprise. Not much difference in height from the last I saw her but she put on some weight at the right places that made her look more like a woman, and a real pretty one. Though surprised and excited to see her again, I was at a loss of words. There were like a thousand and one questions I wanted to ask her but I didn’t know where to begin, and what finally came from my mouth was a crude line of greeting.

Me: Jie-Jie! How come you are here?
Mui: For summer vacation.
Me: Do we have winter?

From a short distance away, a voice came calling “Angel, we have to go!” and Ah Mui turned to wave at a middle-aged woman. At that same time, I realized…

[leob]

Welcume back bro.

[matthew44]

Yo, bro.. I must agree with u.. The 1st or so call the girl u meet in school will always keep a special place in our heart... Cheers to good old times:)

[cygnet]

Thanks for sharing. Please carry on.

[Oink Oink]

Thank you bros leob, matthew44 and cygnet for support!

Continuing....

Though this land was previously a British settlement and the English influence existed in many facets of life, I grew up speaking Singlish. Ah Mui sounded different. She no longer spoke the way she did nor did she speak like what I heard over BBC. It was an accent distinctively differentiating her from a local, but she was, and that left me puzzled.

Mui: My aunt is calling me. Quick! Give me your phone number.

Must be a prank fate played on us. An abrupt and unknown departure, a coincidental reunion and an immediate separation! Under that circumstance, I had no choice but to run straight to the drink stall, got a pen and paper from the “towkay”, scribbled both my home phone and pager number down, and ran back to pass her the slip of paper. Saying that she would call me later, she turned and ran towards her aunt who was standing beside a white Mercedes (one of those with rectangular head lights). From her back, I was waving goodbye to that pony tail which was wagging left and right, watching them get into the car and drove off.

Ah Mui’s accent, an aunt and a Mercedes? The one thousand and one questions doubled up to two thousand and two. Shortly after they left, I went home as well. After a cold shower to freshen up and getting rid of the sweat, I laid on bed thinking about the past. When I first heard about the demise of Ah Mui’s parents, I was very worried for her, both her well being and life journey ahead. It must have been traumatic for her. To make matter worse, nobody knew exactly what happened or where she went. There were sleepless nights when I imagined her being ill-treated by her adopted parents, going hungry without food, dropping out of school and many more but none were good. It bothered me so much that I told my parents about my thoughts and even asked them if they would adopt Ah Mui. Father gave me a scolding and told me to concentrate on my studies while Mother suggested that I stop daydreaming. That was just me, often sinking into deep thoughts and I still do today. However, what Mother said about my daydreaming turned out to be visions in the corporate world, and that was a boost for me in career later on.

When I woke up from my nap, it was already evening time. Having met Ah Mui earlier in day, I believed she was fine and doing well, and all the worries I had before were likely unfounded. If she wanted to keep in touch, she would call. It was another day where I did nothing much and was watching television after dinner. Ah Mui called around ten o’clock and I was more than delighted to hear from her. Yet, I had a strange feeling about her elusiveness. Would the call be less than 3 minutes before she hang up and disappear again?

Mui: Hello Di-di, is it too late to talk now?
Me: Yes, if you don’t call Kor-Kor.
Mui: Don’t want. You have time for lunch tomorrow?
Me: I am very free for 3 weeks. Breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper also can.
Mui: Great! Shall we meet at 11:30am?
Me: Ok, where?
Mui: Mandarin Hotel.
Me: Where again?
Mui: Mandarin Hotel lobby.
Me: Must go so expensive place meh? I still doing NS leh.
Mui: Don’t meh meh leh leh! See you tomorrow.
Me: Ok lah.
Mui: Goodnight.

Indeed, the call was less than 3 minutes but at least I should get the opportunity to find out the answers to all those puzzling questions in mind. However, going to a 5 star hotel was definitely going to hurt my pocket and thankfully, Mother sponsored $50 (which was a lot to me at that time) after I told her about meeting Ah Mui.

The following morning, I decided to take the train instead as I didn’t want to carry a helmet walking around the hotel lobby. Reaching 10 minutes before our appointment time, I found a comfortable sofa and sat there waiting. On the dot at 11:30am, I saw Ah Mui walking towards me and she was dressed exactly the way I was – a black T-shirt, a pair of jeans, a pair of sports shoes. No, we weren't a couple. It was a coincidence.

Mui: Where is your helmet?
Me: Now got MRT already...

[Persistantly]

Please continue bro, thanks for sharing :)

[d0itagain]

First of all, welcome back! Loved your stories and looking forward to more.. Though I really liked the Sex education thread =)

[eeemen]

Bro O O, welcome back to writing! Camping here to support n enjoy ur stories , Thks n cheers bro, ....................

[uzumakiidii]

nice story. welcome back bro. looking forward to more of your updates.:D:D:D

[matthew44]

Go bro.. For me still dreaming of will it be better...:)

[adzeman]

Thanks for the update. Please continue.

[ah_peng]

Welcome back bro.

[Oink Oink]

Many thanks to bros Persistantly, uzumakiidii, matthew44, adzeman and ah_peng for support!

First of all, welcome back! Loved your stories and looking forward to more.. Though I really liked the Sex education thread =)

Haha... Sex Education is written by bro ZhuGeLiang. I am waiting for his updates too. :)

Bro O O, welcome back to writing! Camping here to support n enjoy ur stories , Thks n cheers bro, ....................

How's life bro? Thanks for coming to support! :D

Continuing....

There was a disappointed look on her face when she found out that I took the train and left my bike at home. Holding my arm with both her palms, she led the way to the restaurant, Chatterbox, which then just earned fame for its Hainanese Chicken Rice. We each ordered a set of the chicken rice and a drink and while waiting for food to be served, the answers I badly wanted to know started flowing in randomly.

Me: What are you doing now?
Mui: Studying.
Me: NUS?
Mui: No, S*******.
Me: Private school?
Mui: A university in the United States and I will be graduating next semester.
Me: I see. Sorry, I mountain tortoise. (means ignorant in Hokkein)
Mui: Are you in touch with the old neighbours?
Me: A few. Many don’t know move where already.

Pieces of the puzzle began to come together as I realized that she had been studying in the States and that explained her accent. Much as I wanted to know what she went through, she also wanted to know the local changes and the exchange went on and on. It was a very hearty conversation we had between 2 long lost friends. Having heard from her personally that life treated her well, I dropped the idea of asking about her parents. By then, food was already served, down our throats to the stomachs and we still had a lot more to say. From the past to then, then back to the past and took a skip to the future.

Me: When are you going back to the States?
Mui: A week’s time.
Me: After today, we can only meet again next year?
Mui: Tomorrow, since you are free.
Me: Say real one lah.
Mui: I don’t know if I am coming back.
Me: Must give me your address and number there ok?
Mui: Planning to visit me?
Me: Why not, when I have enough savings but must wait long long.
Mui: Come attend my convocation.
Me: Impossible lah. I say congratulations to you first.

As we were talking, a very well dressed lady came by and sat down beside Ah Mui. I recognized the stern looking face from the day before – the aunt. Ah Mui did a quick introduction and I greeted Aunt Debbie politely. Ah Mui did not say that her aunt would be joining us and with an elder stranger sitting together at the table had me all tensed up. I knew I had to speak and behave with the best manners I have. Nodding her head, she waved to the waitress and asked for the bill. What was happening? Why did her aunt show up all of a sudden? Yet, behind the cold face was a really warm and sweet voice.

Aunt: Angel has been talking about you the last few days.
Me: Sorry Auntie, I didn’t know you were coming and we ate first.
Aunt: It’s alright; I had mine in the room. Did you two enjoy the lunch?
Mui: Yes. I thought you left for the afternoon appointment.
Aunt: I came by to sign for the bill and to meet your friend. He doesn’t look short.
Mui: Shhh... I only said he was.
Aunt: OO, be real careful when you ride. I want Angel back safe and sound later.
Mui: He didn’t ride today.
Aunt: Then what are your plans?
Mui: We’ll think of something.
Aunt: Ok, just remember to be careful.

Aunt Debbie left for her appointment shortly and luckily I managed to squeeze in a word of thanks for the lunch before that. Why would someone eat in the room? How did she pay for lunch without money or credit card? Ah Mui gave the big mountain tortoise the answers. They were staying at the Mandarin Hotel and the bill was charged to their room. I had never been to a 5 star hotel room so we left Chatterbox and went…

[SBY1IsTheDevil]

Who is the devil, is it SBY1 :eek:

[plainjane25]

up for you :D

nice story.

[tan-tan]

Bro OO write new story. Standby chips & beer liao. :D

[DarthRevan]

pls continue..thanks :D

[NikonCamera]

Aunt Debbie left for her appointment shortly and luckily I managed to squeeze in a word of thanks for the lunch before that. Why would someone eat in the room? How did she pay for lunch without money or credit card? Ah Mui gave the big mountain tortoise the answers. They were staying at the Mandarin Hotel and the bill was charged to their room. I had never been to a 5 star hotel room so we left Chatterbox and went…

Welcome back with your story, Bro Oink! Sorry for the late support as I was busy with clients' constant changes in the projects and piles of report to be done...:(

I need to arrange a crane to move my previous camping ground from the "Bras" site to this new place...:D

[CptCum]

Wah...another story by bro oink :)

support~~~

[Oink Oink]

Feels so good to see more and more familiar nicks showing up. Thanks bros!

Who is the devil, is it SBY1

I am under the impression that we are all angels in disguise. :D

nice story.

Thank you sis plainjane25. Correct me if I am wrong.

Bro OO write new story. Standby chips & beer liao.

Can I have some? :D

pls continue..thanks

Hope all is well with you. Thanks for coming by to support.

I need to arrange a crane to move my previous camping ground from the "Bras" site to this new place...

Opps... and I am moving to "My Baggage and its Past" :D

Wah...another story by bro oink
support~~~

Good to see you sir! ;)

Continuing....

A country bumpkin I was, Ah Mui brought me up to their room to show me what it was like. After my “wows” and “wahs”, we were heading back to my house as she insisted that I take her around on my bike because she never rode on one before. In the train, I asked a question that sounded stupid but I thought it was a form of respect.

Me: Anyone call you Ah Mui now? Should I call you Angel?
Mui (laughing): You can call me Jie-Jie.
Me: Ah Phui’s dog also call Jie-Jie leh. (I pulled a quick one. Ah Phui has no dog.)
Mui: Oh yes! Ah Phui! How is he?

Ah Phui (Fatty) was 2 years my senior and practically grew up together with me. Though a rural neighbourhood, old and unsophisticated, it produced a few talents and Ah Phui was one of them. However, he was different from those who earned scholarships or became professionals. Ah Phui was talented linguistically. One could hardly hear a sentence from him without any vulgarities. Sad to say, he had quite a complicated family background and stopped schooling at the age of 15. His presence always brought everyone laughter, be it his jokes, actions or those vulgar words he used. Fat he might be, he was very agile and whenever we wanted to praise him, we would call him 洪金宝. After quitting school, he did quite a number of odd jobs and was then working at a coffee shop. He was the key to all the wild things I did but ironically, always encouraging me to study hard. Not to mention the excess fats, he was a good looking chap and he changed girlfriends like changing clothes. On him, I saw “男人不坏, 女人不爱”, I also saw “男人胖胖, 美女相伴”.

After picking up the helmets from home, Angel wanted to visit the old neighbourhood again. The place she had in mind used to take us 30 minutes of bicycle ride to reach, a place where wild fruit trees, ponds and farms were found. It was still unscathed at that time and the visit with Angel was the last I saw of the place. Very reluctant I was to dirty my white stallion on those muddy tracks, I agreed with a smile. Outgrowing our teenage phase, I became conscious of physical contact and told Angel to hold on tight to my shoulders with both hands, and with Aunt Debbie’s word in mind, we rode slowly towards our destination. That entire afternoon was spent doing what we did during childhood days. We climbed trees, picked fruits, ate them on the spot and threw the cores on the ground without having to worry about being fined. At the pond, we threw pebbles across the water surface to see how many hops we could get. Going bare on our foot into the water, we managed to get a few tiny shrimps. By late afternoon, we were tired and sat on a thick tree branch that hung halfway across the pond for a rest.

Angel: Thank you.
Me: No need to thank me, I also wanted to come here. No kaki mah.
Angel: Not that.
Me: Then what?

A short pause and Angel leaned over to rest her head on my shoulder with both her hands holding my palm. While a little taken aback, I felt my body stiffened for a moment before resuming normal. Silence held itself for a few more minutes and under the clear blue sky, I suddenly felt a few droplets of rain on my forearm. Looking up, not a patch of dark cloud. Looking down at my arm, I found the source. They were tears coming from Angel. I didn’t know what she was thinking but she must be feeling sad so I kept my mouth shut. We were casted in that position for the next hour before she opened her mouth to speak again.

Angel: I miss my parents.
Me: They are somewhere watching over you.
Angel: I know you are refraining from asking about them.
Me: I am happy enough to see you living well.
Angel: Many times I wished I have a brother like you.
Me: Aiyo! I call you Jie-Jie so many years already.
Angel: 乖! Shall we go look Ah Phui up for dinner?
Me: Dinner? He cannot eat with us.
Angel: Why not?
Me: Ah Phui has to serve us… ha..ha..ha…

When Angel cleared her tears, we put on our footwear and were riding towards the coffee shop where Ah Phui was working. Half an hour later, I was parking my bike at the lot behind the coffee shop and we heard a loud voice coming from the front….. CHEE…eeee……B…….

Angel gave me that astonished look and I nodded.

Me: Very familiar voice right? That’s him!

[asdfghjkl]

full of win! ;)

[uzumakiidii]

nice chapter again. looking more forward to angel one week stay left in singapore.:D

[Oink Oink]

full of win! ;)

Definitely not without you coming by to support. Thank you sis! :)

nice chapter again. looking more forward to angel one week stay left in singapore.:D

Indeed, many things can happen in a week. ;)

Continuing....

Angel, too, was used to Ah Phui’s language back when we were all neighbours. Perhaps her long absence from hearing such language made her a little uncomfortable but she adapted fast. With a broad smile, she was telling me that Ah Phui hadn’t changed after all those years. Side-by-side, we walked to the coffee shop and about 10 meters ahead, a fat guy was pointing his middle finger at me. Following that gesture came his loud voice.

Phui (Hokkein): Going to snow liao! Got someone bring girlfriend here!

Before I could respond to Ah Phui, Angel dashed to his front and shouted out his name right in the face. Though a few meters behind, I saw Ah Phui rather shocked and I couldn’t help laughing as I walked up to them.

Phui (Hokkein): NB! Who is this crazy woman?
Angel: 你不认识我了吗?
Phui (Hokkein): Ah…Ah… Ah…
Me: Ah… Ah… Ah… pu neh neh lah! She is Angel.
Phui (Hokkein): What Angel?
Me: Christian name lah.
Phui (Hokkein): Where you dig her out from?
Me (Hokkein): Drop from the sky one.
Phui (Hokkein): So easy drop, my testicles also drop from the sky one.
Phui (Hokkein): Sit down, sit down. Hot or cold?
Me (Hokkein): Cold.

Surprised Ah Phui was to realize who stood before him and I was glad that I wasn’t the only one with the same reaction when I saw Angel. We took a seat and Ah Phui went off to get us some cold drinks. As he walked away, he was singing out loud “天使来了, 天使来了, 天使来到咖啡店了”. The little commotion a minute ago had people turning their heads looking at us and even more had their eyes set upon the fat singer. Was Ah Phui born with immunity to mass attention? I couldn’t tell but I admired the way he was, doing whatever he wanted and never would be bothered by the people around.

Ah Phui came back to us with 3 bottles of Tiger beer, mugs and ice. Frowning at him, I protested that it was too early to drink, especially with an empty stomach. Ticking me off with his swearing, he told me “won’t die one”. Angel took sides with him, saying she didn’t mind having some beer as the weather was hot. Two against one and after filling up the mugs, we drink a toast to Angel.

Phui (Hokkein): Order zi-char for dinner liao.
Angel: 谢谢你 Ah Phui. 你怎么知道我想吃Hor-Fun?
Phui: 你是天使, 我是神嘛!
Me: 哇… 神经病就有!
Phui (Hokkein): You father I step on that stick of yours, is it?
Angel: Ah Phui, 今天不要讲粗话可以吗?
Phui: Ok, give you face. Today I speak Ang Mo.

Dinner was served, a huge platter of Hor-Fun, chili crab, fried baby squid and a few other dishes mainly to complement the beer. I didn’t know what Ah Phui told his boss but he sat with us throughout dinner. The amazing thing was when he spoke in English, not a single vulgar word did he utter and he spoke well. Like a small gathering for the 3 of us, we ate, we joked and laughed like we did years ago.

Beer was running out and Ah Phui stepped away to get replenishment. On his return was another half a dozen of beer and two ladies wearing mini-skirts. Though not their names, one glance and you could tell one was Ah Lian and the other was Ah Huay. They all sat down and Ah Phui started to get everyone to drink. In the best of his mood as the group grew in size , he suggested that we go to the disco after that round of beer, but he needed to get a shower and a change of clothes first.

Everyone was wearing a smile on the face except me. Of the two ladies who joined us, one was…

[BCL25]

Welcome back Bro OO, you are always a classic story teller to me, also enjoy reading ur previous story.

[BCL25]

Bro, can trouble you to translate d chinese writing to english for the benefit of your non-chinese reading fans. terima kasih banyak banyak.

[gambit76]

Welcome back bro!! Really missed your story telling sessions. Cheers!!

[BCL25]

Bro OO, with so many bros enthusiastically welcoming U back for your story telling skills, I think U are really a modern day Lei Tai Sor.

[eeemen]

Bro O O, your stories are always filled though twists and turns, that only you know how to spin into it!! Well done, am enjoying myself again!! I'm fine thanks! And hope all's well with you too bro! Thx and cheers .................

[ZorGong]

This story is a crowd stopper. Keep up the good work bro oink oink :)

[feral888]

Welcome back bro Oink!

I enjoyed your bras and bedsheet story very much. Thank you.

Camping here for more juicy stories. ;)

[CibLover]

Nice story bro.
Brings back memories.

Please continue. :)

[mcvai]

When angel meets the Devil, it's mayhem. Welcome back, Bro Oink Oink.

[DYBJ]

Oink Oink bro, u hv captivated the audience n me.
U da man :)

[Oink Oink]

Thank you bros BCL25, gambit76, ZorGong, feral888, CibLover and mcvai for the support.
Also thanks bros for the votes! Looks like someone finds my writing terrible. :eek::eek::D

Bro, can trouble you to translate d chinese writing to english for the benefit of your non-chinese reading fans. terima kasih banyak banyak.

Will do.

Bro O O, your stories are always filled though twists and turns, that only you know how to spin into it!! Well done, am enjoying myself again!! I'm fine thanks! And hope all's well with you too bro! Thx and cheers .................

Thanks bro! I'm doing well. The 3 Bras are making me fat. :D

Continuing....

If I could dig a hole to hide in, I would. The lady was one I spent a night with about two months ago. Ashamed, I ought to be for not even knowing her name but her look, body and what we did together for a night were clearly registered in my mind. It was an “accident” that took place under constant “encouragement” from Ah Phui and when I was down in mood, also something I knew was inappropriate to do. To see her again without prior notice left me in awkwardness. Trying hard to pretend as though there wasn’t such a history, I caught her occasional glares.

Angel declined the invitation to the disco as Aunt Debbie would be expecting her back in the hotel. Taking advantage of the situation, I got off the hook as I had to send her back. Halfway through the beer, we took our leave and Ah Phui walked us to the bike. He was making the final attempt to get us to join him for a dance but Angel was firm.

Phui: You dare to ride on his bike?
Angel: It’s fun and exciting!
Phui: I ride with him one time, I drop my balls once.
Angel: Why?
Phui: He doesn’t know what is speed limit. Corner like want to kiss the road like that.
Angel: Ah Phui…..
Phui: Yes? Take cab with me go disco safer, right?
Angel: I don’t have no balls to drop so I am safe.

Both Ah Phui and I were totally bewildered by Angel’s words, absolutely unexpected of her. Sex related matters and sexual organs were not topics cross exchanged between males and females. Perhaps, it was time to realize that we had grown up.

While waiting for the light to turn green at the junction where we would be turning into the main road, Angel made a request. She wanted to experience what Ah Phui described of my riding and slid her hands down from my shoulders to loop my waist tightly. That same moment, I felt two soft patches pressing hard on my shoulder blades, causing me instant discomfort as my natural response was pushed against the petrol tank.

Angel: Am I holding on right?
Me: Make sure you hold tight or you may fall. Just a short one, ok.

Once the light turned green, I took the turn and went low enough to challenge the maximum centrifugal force. Out of the turn, I pulled the throttle full and shifted to second gear with my front wheel slightly lifted off the road. Down the straight road before we stopped at the next junction, we already hit 140km/h. In the span of less than half a minute, Angel was screaming at the top of her voice as if she was taking a roller-coaster ride. With one hand slapping on my shoulder excitedly, she demanded for another round. Traffic was relatively sparse that night and I acceded. Through a few more turns and junctions, I did what I could to fulfill her desire for thrill. Once onto the expressway, I was law abiding all the way till we reached the hotel.

Helping Angel to remove her helmet, she waved goodbye with gleaming eyes and a contented smile. Before she turned to walk into the lobby, she told me Aunt Debbie had something for her the next day and told me to make myself free the day after. Sure I would. I had all the time to kill for a few weeks but she would soon be flying across the Pacific Ocean back to her varsity life. Thanks to Angel and Ah Phui for that eventful day or I would have to be sitting around without much to do.

Almost reaching home, my pager beeped. Taking a quick look at the pager worn on my belt, I saw Ah Phui’s coffee shop number. He must be trying to persuade me to change my mind. After parking my bike, I dug out a 10 cent coin from my pocket and returned his call using the public phone at the void deck.

Me (Hokkein): What’s the matter? Told you I am not going.
Phui (Hokkein): Not I look for you.
Me (Hokkein): Not you then ghost looking for me?
Phui (Hokkein): CB looking for you.
Me (Hokkein): NB! Tell CB LJ not free, ok!
Phui (Hokkein): Tell you real one you also get f***!

Wait a minute! If Ah Phui wasn't joking, then… from the other end of the phone came a female voice.

[NikonCamera]

Wah... Excitement coming...! Season my chicken wings now...

[f0otprint]

I missed Selina :(


hopefully this new story will be as epic as the previous story :cool:

[eeemen]

Ke ke, lucky for you bro, I am sure many bros would die to be in your position with the 3 bras!!

Wow, maybe you'll get lucky with the "CB" that called u from ah pui's kopi shop!!

Thanks for a very entertaining story bro, always looking forward to your posts!! Cheers ................

[luvuass]

Bro OO, ur brown sugar story was fansextic, now with this yellow sugar hope it will be spicy n hot hahaha !!!!

[arohong]

Thks for the interesting story, this type better than reading books.:p

[kingfuck]

Yo Oink Oink,
Welcome back !!!
Sitting beside my redifusion waiting for updates.

[BCL25]

Bro OO, story getting more interesting

[Oink Oink]

A late update and wishing all a good weekend! :)

Wah... Excitement coming...! Season my chicken wings now...I go get some charcoal to start the fire! :D
I missed Selina
hopefully this new story will be as epic as the previous story
2 stories, 2 totally different phases in life. Hope I don't disappoint you.
Ke ke, lucky for you bro, I am sure many bros would die to be in your position with the 3 bras!!
I "died" many times over that couple of years to make things work out. :)
Bro OO, ur brown sugar story was fansextic, now with this yellow sugar hope it will be spicy n hot hahaha !!!!
Hello bro! You have been changing 'S's recently. :D
You will know the "true colours" by the end of my introduction.
Thks for the interesting story, this type better than reading books.
Thank you. Glad you like it.
Welcome back !!! Sitting beside my redifusion waiting for updates.
Hi Uncle KF, thanks for coming to support.
Bro OO, story getting more interesting
Thank you bro.

Continuing....

A mistake it was, and a night of rendezvous had become a nightmare haunting me. SHE, one of the two ladies in mini-skirt, started teasing me over the phone with remarks like “where are you”, “why don’t talk to me”, “why you so proud”…. and so on until I couldn’t take them anymore. In a frustrated tone, I threatened to hang up if there wasn’t anything important. Immediately, I was slapped by another Chinese saying “rather offend a jerk, never offend a woman”. Raising her voice, she yelled “you have to pay for what you eat!”, and I couldn’t believe she did that at the coffee shop. Ah Phui took over the line and urged me to settle it once and for all at his place. Before hanging up, I managed to get her name, Wendy, to save myself some embarrassment. I knew it was confrontation time and I had to face it. Putting on my helmet, I rode towards Ah Phui’s house, which was located a few blocks away from the coffee shop. The flat belonged to his parents but they were staying with one of his elder brothers and Ah Phui was left alone as the caretaker.

Along the way to Ah Phui’s place, I was trying hard to figure out a solution to solve my problem but nothing came to mind. Took the lift up to the 6th floor, dragged my feet up 2 stories to the 8th floor and traversed pass the long corridor to see the last door wide open waiting for me. It looked more like the Gates of Hell to me than my good friend’s house, seemingly welcoming me to the world of torturing and suffering. The only hope was to count on Ah Phui to speak up for me and mediate the matter.

Uncertainty and fear filled my heart as I walked into the flat. On the sofa in the living room sat the two ladies and they were whispering to each other. Not seeing Ah Phui, I asked for his whereabouts and was told that he was taking a shower. Without a word, I stepped out again and stood by the corridor to catch some fresh air. Moments later, Wendy came out.

Wendy: 你在生我的气吗? (Are you angry with me?)
Me: 不敢, 我是来还债的. (I won’t dare, I am here to pay my debt.)
Wendy: 还什么! 那是Ah Phui叫我说的啦! 不要生气好吗? (Pay what? Ah Phui asked me to say one! Can you not be angry?)
Me: 死胖子! 他叫你说你就说,他叫你死我不是要付白金! (Damn Fatty! You do whatever he says. If he asks you to die, then I have to make funeral donation.)
Wendy: 我们跟你开玩笑的. 是要你来跟我们一起玩而已. (We were joking with you. Just wanted you to join us.)
Me: 无聊! (Nothing better to do!)

Huge relief it was for me that Wendy had no intention to pursue the past. Ah Phui finished his shower and found me at the corridor. He came out and Wendy went back in. The first thing I did was an elbow tug right at his huge belly that sent him groaning in pain.

Phui (Hokkein): So hard! Want to kill your old man is it?
Me (Hokkein): You deserve it.
Phui (Hokkein): Ask you come up to keep Wendy company mah.
Me (Hokkein): I thought you all going disco?
Phui (Hokkein): No disco. I want to ride my new horse tonight.
Me (Hokkein): Ride new horse?
Phui (Hokkein): Hee..hee... Fiona lah!
Me (Hokkein): Oh…. so the other girl is Fiona!
Phui (Hokkein): You know what to do huh!
Me (Hokkein): I don’t know.
Phui (Hokkein): Aiya! Bring your horse out or bring inside the bedroom also can.
Me (Hokkein): Ah Phui, why now people all got Christian name one and we don’t have?
Phui (Hokkein): Only you don’t have. I am “Bird….nard”!

Almost the same trick he used the previous time that caused the “accident” between Wendy and me. Dragging me hastily back inside the flat and closing the door, he poured beer and got the ball rolling for “five-ten”. The game drove beer down our stomachs fast and in no time, all four faces were burning red. Then came his “yellow” jokes and he took the opportunity to put his arms across Fiona’s shoulders. A few more jokes later, he began whispering to Fiona and I read that as a signal for Wendy and me to make ourselves scarce. Was I slow in reacting or was Ah Phui too good and too fast? Holding Fiona’s hand, they were giggling as they got up and went into the bedroom after saying “Excuse us. See you later!” (I later found out that Ah Phui told Fiona they should give Wendy and me some privacy.)

Seeing that Ah Phui succeeded in taming his horse, I finished my beer in a gulp and decided to leave. Out of courtesy and some degree of guilt, I asked Wendy if she needed a ride home since my pillion helmet was still with me. Knowing that the real party was taking place in the bedroom, she nodded. As we were about to leave, Ah Phui opened the bedroom door just wide enough to pop his head out and said in a jovial voice “So fast? There are bags in the drawer if you need. I sponsor one.” Closing the door after saying his piece, we heard even louder laughter in the bedroom. Consensus we had, Wendy and I changed our mind. We switched off the lights in the living room and stood outside Ah Phui’s room, waiting for a chance to disturb him and his new horse.

Those were still days of VCR and though I had seen a few “blue“tapes, listening to live porn without any visual was a different experience. It was really interesting to hear Fiona’s protest when Ah Phui took her clothes off piece by piece, the way he commented on her breasts and nipples, her refusal to fellatio until the actual horse riding began. Moaning replaced words and Fiona was quite a screamer. At the age of 21, that was sufficient to send blood gushing to a single organ on me and I actually could imagine what was happening behind that door. When the sound faded till complete silence about half an hour later, the light in the bedroom came on and it was our chance to strike once the door opens.

No, the door remained closed and we heard Ah Phui said “再来一炮!” (1 more round)

In the dark, Wendy came close by my side and held my arm, and we had to whisper our change in plan.

Wendy: 怎么办? 还要等下去吗? (How? Are we going to wait?)
Me: 我也不知道. 你要等吗? (I don’t know. You want to wait?)
Wendy: 想不到Ah Phui那么厉害! (Can’t tell Ah Phui is so good!)
Me: 这样就叫厉害? (Like that call good?)
Wendy: 你上一次好象没有那么厉害. (You don’t seem as good the last time.)

Big mistake! It was a big, big mistake for Wendy to make such a comparison in the face of a hot blooded young male who was already sexually aroused by the noise behind the door.

I walked towards the drawer……

[tan-tan]

Angel: I don’t have no balls to drop so I am safe.

That's cool! :cool: I like.

Leaving us stranded for the weekend? :(

[BCL25]

Aiyoh, Bro OO, U like a typical master story teller, always leave us in suspense until d next chapter. chicken wings also finished eating already !!

[kingfuck]

Bro Oink Oink,
Been months since i appeared in SBF.
Only you could draw me out of retirement with your captivating narration and see bey song stories. Still got ears stuck to redifusion......and waiting ........for more episodes to cum...cum .....

[greatdrakgd]

yea very good contribution!!

[DreamOfLust]

bro, nice story there... ;)

[callmebad]

what did you do after you walked towards the drawer?

[2centsworth]

what did you do after you walked towards the drawer?

Take a 'bag'. Bag = condom i guess.

[luvuass]

Bro OO pls cum back n update us leh, didi still up n waiting

[stylistics]

Camping here and waiting for more!

[Secrets]

Love this story bro! Got the old school kind of feel. Hope that you'll continue writing!

[Oink Oink]

Thank you bros tan-tan, BCL25, kingfuck, greatdrakgd, DreamOfLust, callmebad, 2centsworth, luvuass, stylistics and Secrets! :)

Apologies for the wait. A short week is to get 5 days' work done in 4. HAPPY Neh-tional Day! :D

Continuing....

The first encounter with Wendy was an accident but the second was clearly a deliberate attempt. Young and egoistic, I accepted no defeat unless proven wrong. Opening the drawer, I had to use the combination of night vision and sense of touch in search of a box that was slightly bigger than a matchbox. Nothing in the first drawer felt like what I was looking for and I moved on to the second one. No rectangular box in there but it felt like I stuck my hand into a jug of candies. Where the hell did Ah Phui keep the rubber bags or was he pulling my leg?

Not wanting to give up, I combed the drawers again and realized I could have been misled by the perception of packaging. Those “candies” in the second drawer were rather flat with square wrappers and were uniform in size. Pressing them lightly between my thumb and fingers, I could feel the shape of a ring, about the size of a 50 cent coin. Oh yes! A discovery in the treasure hunt, I was quite sure I found it, and a whole drawer of them! Without hesitation, I took three and stuffed them into my pocket. Though wondering if Ah Phui ever held an odd job selling rubber bags, there was no urgency for an answer.

Turning my head towards Wendy’s direction, her silhouette showed she was down on her knees like a four-legged animal. As I was also in a squatting position, I crept over to her. She made way for me when I got beside and while I found my “candies”, she found a movie ticket. Old HDB bedroom doors had rectangular openings on the lower end fitted with 3 tilted wooden panes that looked like a half closed blind, probably to improve ventilation. Of the 3 pieces, the middle pane was missing and Wendy was peeping through that gap as the orchestra played in the room. A live show not to be missed, I gave her a pat on the shoulder together with a gentle push, a gesture to indicate it was my turn. Eager to see what was happening behind the door, I forgot about the challenge.

Kneeling down and getting my sights aligned about 30 degrees upwards, I could see two-third of the bed and what I saw only drove more blood to my protruding organ. From my angle, I could not see Ah Phui but Fiona was sitting upright on her knees and I saw her bare front. Apparently, I did not catch the part where Ah Phui rode his horse. Instead, it was Fiona who was riding. Her motions were slow, going up and down, and a pair of hands was making dough out of her medium sized breasts. The satisfying expression on her face was as though she was having the best massage of her life. Shortly, Ah Phui sat up and they were going to make a change in position. Watching in anticipation of what was to come, Wendy interrupted. Returning the viewing spot to the rightful finder, I stood up to lean against the wall and to adjust a grossly off positioned bulge.

The temperature was getting hotter, unsure if it was the room or me, and might soon be beyond tolerance. I knew I could walk out of the door and put everything behind my mind but all three legs refused to cooperate. Two lost mobility and another suffered a cramp. Not helping the situation was the continuous moaning emitted from the bedroom. Wendy was still watching her show but I had my hands cupping on the groin to prevent any escape through the zipper of my jeans.

Undecided on what I should do next, Wendy suddenly stretched one hand up and pulled me down to join her. She shifted a little to the side so that we could share the view. Almost cheek to cheek, we saw Ah Phui standing on the bed and Fiona knelt before him. How did he convince her? With one hand on his waist and the other grabbing Fiona’s hair, he was pushing junior Ah Phui in and out of Fiona’s mouth. Our eyes were locked on what we saw and I didn’t know about Wendy’s but my heart was beating really fast, and I was trying hard to hold my breath to slow it down.

No longer did it matter if I was just good as or better than Ah Phui nor did I manage to pull a full retreat to leave. My hands and body were losing control. I could feel my body being sucked towards Wendy like a magnet and my hands were on the brink of losing their hold. What should I do or what could I say to suggest that we retire ourselves to the other bedroom? Perhaps, I should simply say it but when I turned to whisper into her ears, the words did not match my thoughts.

Me: 你的朋友也很厉害. (Your friend is very good too.)
Wendy: 他们的 pattern 很多. (They know many positions.)
Me: 我….. (I…...)

That was it! My hand lost grip….

[blade]

nice update~ haha more~!

[greatdrakgd]

No longer did it matter if I was just good as or better than Ah Phui nor did I manage to pull a full retreat to leave. My hands and body were losing control. I could feel my body being sucked towards Wendy like a magnet and my hands were on the brink of losing their hold. What should I do or what could I say to suggest that we retire ourselves to the other bedroom? Perhaps, I should simply say it but when I turned to whisper into her ears, the words did not match my thoughts.


nice paragraph especially ( the words did not match my thoughts. )...great job in the use of language to tease and provoke the audience's imagination!

[callmebad]

are you going to do anything with Wendy after watching the live porn?:)

[dreamlight]

waiting for more...

[zyspt]

That was it! My hand lost grip….

lol....
guess hand lose grip and landed on some balls (*)(*)

[gambit76]

Bro! No horse run man!! :D

[Oink Oink]

Thank you bros blade, greatdrakgd, callmebad, dreamlight, zyspt and gambit76 for support! :)

Continuing....

Before birth of the broadband internet and when the general use the word “sex” would almost immediately classify one as a maniac, I didn’t recall seeing the two words “sex” and “education” being put together. For people like me who studied in a boys’ school, sex education came in the forms of rare opportunities when someone circulated a “blue tape” or a copy of Playboy, Penthouse or “Dragon, Tiger, Leopard”. Though the first sex experience was shared with my second girlfriend, we had very few repeated acts subsequently due to the lack of place and privacy. Wendy was only the second woman I had sex with and I had no clue how much more there was to learn in the subject of sex. At that point when I was drowned by lust, I pulled the square wrappers out of my pocket and presented them to Wendy.

Me: 这种东西好象是要两个人才能用到的. (I think it takes 2 to use this.)
Wendy: 是吗? 谁要跟你一起用? (Really? Who is using it with you?)
Me: 现在只剩你跟我两个人,你说呢? (Only 2 of us left here now, what do you say?)
Wendy: 不要. (Don’t want.)

She might have verbally opposed to my suggestion but her body was leaning against mine and I didn’t even realize I had one hand around her waist as support. Was that a yes or no? Automatically, that hand moved upwards to rest on a mountain top from outside the sweater she wore and was not being chased away. We gradually stood up and made our way into the other bedroom as quietly as we could while whispering to each other…一起用…不要…一起用…不要…一起用…不要....

Locking the door behind us, we found no bed except for a stack of about 4 or 5 single mattresses. Pulling one mattress down onto the floor, we began our ”一起用”. We used up two of the wrappers one right after another in about 20 minutes of rapid firing, and the third was used up in the same hour before we decided to catch some sleep. In the middle of the night, I was awakened by some gentle stroking all over my body. On my side, I heard Wendy said “我还要” and she meant it not just by waking me up alone. There was no option other than to get up, put on my jeans and pick up more wrappers from the drawer in the living room. Luckily, Ah Phui and Fiona were asleep and their room light was off. Back in the bedroom, we一起用again and napped, and repeated that routine all the way till dawn. A final one was used when we woke up just before noon. Ah Phui and Fiona were already out and left us a note to lock up the place properly before we go.

After dropping Wendy off, I went back home as well. How many wrappers did we use I could not remember but I sure got ticked off for failing to notify my parents that I would be staying out for that night. Anyway, I took a shower and tried to catch up on sleep, at the same time nursing a sore part of my body. To say that I didn’t feel guilty or apologetic for what I did with Wendy would be a lie but I was definitely thankful to her for running alongside on my first marathon, and also for the first mouth vacuuming I received in a standing position.

The following day, Angel called early in the morning. She had plans for the day and I was glad to accompany her except for the last activity.

Angel: My good friend from secondary school has a BBQ for me in the evening.
Me: Where at? I can send you there.
Angel: At her house. Come along with me.
Me: BBQ with your friend’s family….. better not.
Angel: She invited some other schoolmates too.
Me: But you attended a nun’s school.
Angel: All the more you must come with me because you attended a monk’s school.
Me: I don’t want to be the only guy there.
Angel: Is there a problem with that?
Me: Gals don’t BBQ, they eat.
Angel: There are some pretty nuns from my school.
Me: It’s ok… I eat buns, not nuns.
Angel: Josephine’s father will be around.
Me: Good! Let him be the chef.

The persuading went on and on until I told Angel we decide on that later...

[uzumakiidii]

WELCOME BACK BRO OINK OINK!!!!!!!

Very nice chapter once again. Looking forward to the next one.:D:D

[TieGuanYinCha]

Support support bro oink oink thread :D

[Camel]

Camping for more :D

[BCL25]

Bro OO, ur reply quite cheeky " I eat buns not nuns". and fortunately too, otherwise there wun be nuns around if U start eating nuns.

[eeemen]

Can't wait to see if u got any nuns or ended up with buns!! Looking forward bro O O, cheers ..................

[Oink Oink]

Thank you bros uzumakiidi, TieGuanYinCha and Camel for support! :)

Bro OO, ur reply quite cheeky " I eat buns not nuns". and fortunately too, otherwise there wun be nuns around if U start eating nuns.

Hmm... that's not me. We have a bro junior_cannibal in this forum. :D

Can't wait to see if u got any nuns or ended up with buns!! Looking forward bro O O, cheers ..................

With my gun, I discovered fun with some nuns' buns and cun*s.

OMG! I better go for confession now! :o

Continuing....

At the main entrance of the hotel, Angel was already waiting for me as I cruised in on my white stallion. In a pair of short blue jumpers and a white T-shirt, she gave me the impression that we were going to paint someone’s house later. No pony tail for the day, her long hair was held behind by a large hair clip for ease of wearing a helmet. A simple and casual way of dressing revealed the youth and natural beauty of a fairy-liked lady that even the “bell uncles” kept stealing glances at her. Helping her to put on the helmet, she hopped on behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. Did she not feel any awkwardness of the physical contact especially when her two soft patches were pressing on my back? Physically, I wasn’t tensed but my conscience was badly pricked. It didn’t feel right to sleep with one woman a day ago and have another hugging me a day later.

Angel: Are we waiting for anyone else?
Me: No, I was thinking which would be the shortest route to take.

We had lunch at People’s Park. According to her agenda, she wanted to shop around there after lunch but she did not appear to be looking for anything in particular. She was walking beside me in person but her soul seemed elsewhere. Out of the blue, she stopped and said her parents used to bring her there when she was young. Was she thinking of the times when her parents were still around? I didn’t know, I didn’t ask, I just kept quiet beside her like a shadow.

Thank goodness her silence lasted less than an hour before she resumed her talking self and she had a change of agenda. I was tasked to ride her around the island for her to see the changes during her absence. Leaving People’s Park, we rode up to Mount Faber followed by the notorious bends at Pasir Panjang and then headed in the opposite direction towards East Coast where we stopped at a hawker center for ice-kachang. It was late afternoon and Angel decided to give the nearby shopping mall a pass. Taking a slip of paper out of her pocket, she showed me the BBQ venue and said she wanted to be early.

A small island it might be, there were still many places I wasn’t familiar with. The address was alien to me so we first stopped by a petrol kiosk to ask for directions and had to do so several more times. What was approximately a ten minute journey took us almost an hour before we finally found a semi-detached house with the right number and street name. Dropping Angel at her friend’s house was logically mission accomplished for the day. Reality proved otherwise.

To make sure that we were at the right house, I waited for Angel to press the bell and for her friend to get the gate. A flustered young lady came running out and shouting.

Jo: Wait! Wait! Wait! Angel, does your friend know how to start a fire?
Angel: Start a fire?

So what happened was Josephine’s parents had a wedding dinner to attend. Her father would be going straight from the office and her mother would join him after the BBQ preparation. The problem was the BBQ fire had always been the job of the father. A trivial matter really except it was a little early to do so and I got invited into the house where I met Josephine’s mother, Aunt Florence. She was busy in the kitchen and all three of us gave her a hand. Aunt Florence was very friendly and even joked if I went to the same school with Angel and Josephine because I didn’t look like a girl.

Angel didn’t lie. At least the first nun I saw from her school was really sweet. Josephine was about half a head shorter than Angel, slim with shoulder length black hair and her chest looked to me like a medium size. It did make me wonder how the rest of the nuns who would be showing up look like. However, I knew it was still best to leave immediately after starting the fire.

By the time we were done in the kitchen, it was about six in the evening. Aunt Florence rushed to shower and change, Angel and Josephine moved the food to the garden behind and I began my holy task. The doorbell was heard and both of them went to get the gate. Two went, four came back. From where I was standing and waiting for the charcoal to burn, I noticed something very different about the two nuns who just arrived.

Did we not come from the same country or did we just have different skin tones?

[eeemen]

Hmmm, international school students, nuns in disguise? Am sure ur gun will not only be put to use but well used!! Awaiting the next update! Cheers bro O O, ...................

[Samsung118]

wa, realli classic.. camping here, faster update!!

[SiLanTao]

waah fantastic story. Camping for more!

[tan-tan]

Any more nuns cumming. :D

[rh8611]

Ts! You have been warned!!!! Better be fast in writing!!

Hahahaha, bro oo! Sorry to be late for lesson! Camping with the rest supporting your thread once more..

Oh yes, I miss selina and rose too!! LOL

[Oink Oink]

Thank you bros eeemen, Samsung118, SiLanTao and tan-tan for support! Also thanks for the vote. :)

Ts! You have been warned!!!! Better be fast in writing!!

Hahahaha, bro oo! Sorry to be late for lesson! Camping with the rest supporting your thread once more..

Oh yes, I miss selina and rose too!! LOL

Long time no see! Hope all is well with you and thanks for coming to support. I'll try to be fast when time permits. :)

Do you not miss Siti? :D

Continuing....

They had not met Angel for 5 years and I supposed it was understandable for them to be busy talking non-stop. For a while I was Invisible Man and since I was unnoticed, I did my screening of the two new comers. Sun was setting, visibility was average and the rising smoke from the BBQ grill made the task difficult for my eyes. The taller one was about Angel’s height, slightly bigger in frame and had brownish short hair. The shorter one was slightly taller than Josephine and had long wavy black hair. It took about 15 minutes for my invisible cloak to lose its effect when they walked over to see if the fire was ready. Angel introduced them, Andrea and Vani. One was Eurasian and the other was Indian, both born locally. I wasn’t feeling thirsty or hungry and I had no idea why I was secretly checking out their milk buckets. Of the four ladies who each had a pair, 3 were medium sized. Vani sure was a large.

Today, to understand what determines the upper vital statistics of a woman is as easy as snapping your fingers but it was not the case during my days. Though my second girlfriend once explained to me, I failed to pay the necessary attention. Typical of boys, we start playing with new toys the moment we unwrap them without reading the instructions; I made the same mistake without listening to instructions. As such, the terminology I knew was much similar to T-shirt sizes. Anything smaller than ‘S’ was known as Changi Airport and anything larger than ‘XL’, we believed they came from the West (Ang Mo). To make a match of equivalence to the modern age, a small is ‘A’, a medium is ‘B’, a large is ‘C’ while an extra-large is ‘D’. As I grew older and technology improved, I also came to know that milk bucket sizes could be deceiving as they might have been deliberately manipulated either through additional fabrics and wires or theatre room treatments. Good were the old days of “What You See Is What You Get” (if you ever used WordStar or Lotus 123).

The BBQ fire was ready. However, it might be too fierce and the food might get charred, and I warned the ladies. Handing the helm to them, I walked towards one end of the garden where there was a tap for me to wash my hands and face. After washing up, I figured it was time to leave and out of courtesy, I should at least say goodbye to Aunt Florence. Just as I was about to ask Josephine where to find her mother, Aunt Florence came walking into the garden dressed beautifully for the wedding dinner. With her were two newly arrived nuns and I learned that girls’ reunion always begin with high pitched screeching. Leaving the excited girls to their catching up, I walked back into the house with Aunt Florence till we reached the driveway at the front. Both of us were preparing to leave. Aunt Florence started the engine to warm up her car and I hit on my electric button to release a powerful VROOM from my muffler. Then we got startled by another sound much louder and scarier than our engines; 6 ladies yelling at the top of their voices, not in excitement but panic.

Aunt Florence and I dashed straight back to the garden and I didn’t even have time to remove my helmet. At the BBQ grill, the flame was burning high and the ladies had retreated several feet backwards. Grabbing a couple of kitchen cloths, I ran to the grill and lifted the wire gauze topped fully with half charred meats. Two ladies, I couldn’t remember who, took over the wire gauze as I fanned the fire down. The situation was salvaged within minutes. Transferring all the items on the wire gauze onto paper plates, I laid the empty wire gauze back again.

While everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Aunt Florence looked worried. She was checking time on her watch as she asked the ladies if anyone actually knew how to grill food over the fire and to replenish the charcoals. Not a single confident soul stood out and she decided to stay. Telling Josephine to page for her father and inform him that she would have to miss the wedding dinner, she went back to turn off the car engine. Following closely behind her, I offered to help. Unconvinced that a guy could manage, she stayed till I did the first round of grilling, thanked me repeatedly and left.

Has it ever occurred to you the harder you try to avoid some people or matters; the more you are destined to meet them. From the minute I stepped into the house, I had the feeling that I might not be able to leave as planned. True enough, it was starting the fire followed by grilling food for the ladies. What would be next? Thankfully, those ladies had manners and did not leave me standing alone cooking for them. I took the opportunity to ask how many more guests were we expecting and Josephine was quick to say “just the 6 of us”.

Six referred to the group of secondary school friends. The time was about 7pm and at the sliding door to the garden, yet another girl in JC uniform showed up and was shouting out “Smells good! I’ll join you after changing!”

No problem! Just grill to fill one more stomach…

[BCL25]

Bro OO, now I get the picture, all nuns have 2 buns in front (different sizes, from changi airport to ang mo) but I thk Siti and Rose's buns are still tops !

[feral888]

Today, to understand what determines the upper vital statistics of a woman is as easy as snapping your fingers but it was not the case during my days. Though my second girlfriend once explained to me, I failed to pay the necessary attention. Typical of boys, we start playing with new toys the moment we unwrap them without reading the instructions; I made the same mistake without listening to instructions. As such, the terminology I knew was much similar to T-shirt sizes. Anything smaller than ‘S’ was known as Changi Airport and anything larger than ‘XL’, we believed they came from the West (Ang Mo). To make a match of equivalence to the modern age, a small is ‘A’, a medium is ‘B’, a large is ‘C’ while an extra-large is ‘D’. As I grew older and technology improved, I also came to know that milk bucket sizes could be deceiving as they might have been deliberately manipulated either through additional fabrics and wires or theatre room treatments. Good were the old days of “What You See Is What You Get” (if you ever used WordStar or Lotus 123).

Bro Oink, you have me reading this more than 3 times. Hidden humour and insights to a woman's breasts. Very well written.

Camping for your next update.

[f0otprint]

i keep on imagining your selina as selina ren:o

[zyspt]

one after another.
Bro OO, u got plenty of options that u can lay your hands on.

[Oink Oink]

Apologies for the slow update bros. :o

Bro OO, now I get the picture, all nuns have 2 buns in front (different sizes, from changi airport to ang mo) but I thk Siti and Rose's buns are still tops !

Bingo! :D

Bro Oink, you have me reading this more than 3 times. Hidden humour and insights to a woman's breasts. Very well written.


Thank you. Hope you enjoyed your read here.

i keep on imagining your selina as selina ren

You must be a S.H.E fan! :D

one after another.
Bro OO, u got plenty of options that u can lay your hands on.

Unfortunately not. It is not easy to fight off too many hands laying on me. :eek:

Continuing....

The best guess of the girl in JC uniform would be Josephine’s younger sister. The six ladies standing around me were chatting along as I flipped the chicken wings, pork cutlets and seafood. Josephine was nice to bring me a drink and some napkins when she saw sweat began to drip down the sides of my face. Through bits and pieces of their conversation, I came to know they were schoolmates since secondary one and Aunt Florence invited them over frequently during secondary school days. No wonder they appeared more like a big family whereas I was just a stranger. The topic turned to me when one of the two nuns who arrived last asked who I was. Angel apologized for not remembering to introduce us and that added two new names to my database, Renee and Karen.

Holding the tongs and distributing the grilled food to them was like a Tepanyaki dinner except they had to stand with paper plates in their hands. Each time an item was cooked, I would ask who wanted it and someone would extend a plate over. That gave me the perfect opportunity to run my estimates of Renee and Karen when I looked a little further up their plates. Renee was certainly a small while I couldn’t quite figure out if Karen was a medium or a large. Angel’s friends were all friendly towards me except for Renee. Did she not like me at first sight or was that just the way she carry herself? Our first impression of each other was probably mutual for I found her to be rather haughty. Honestly, I didn’t feel easy with the group and wished I could leave the soonest possible.

The girl who was in JC uniform came running out of the house towards the fire. She greeted everyone and turned to Josephine to ask who I was. Angel took the question telling her I was an old neighbour and introduced her as Jacqueline, Josephine’s sister. Her following remark caught all our attention, especially me because she said “Such a handsome….”. Blood gushed up my face as I prepare to receive the compliment for no one had ever said that so openly. Yet, the heightened anticipation was killed instantaneously when Jacqueline ended her remark with a “bike”.

Jac: Is that your bike in the front?
Me: Yes, it is.
Jac: Can you take me for a spin later?
Angel: You must try. You’ll love it!
Me: Ahem… the wings are ready. Anyone?

For the moment, I managed to evade the request and the outspoken Jacqueline passed me a paper plate the very next second. Though night had fallen and visibility wasn’t too good, I was still able to size her up as I filled her plate. Jacqueline was shorter than her sister, probably just a little more than 5 feet and geared towards the petite side. Did the pair of milk buckets look bigger than they should because of her build? Protruding out from the front of the cap sleeve V-neck T-shirt, it was difficult not to see the empty space formed at the tip of the neckline. That must be extra-large, I thought. Before anyone catches where my sights were, I quickly got them back to the grill and left them to chat.

Jac: Dad called to say 小姑 (youngest sister of the father) will be coming over soon.
Angel: Is she still flying?
Jac: No, she is running her own business now.

That was good news. When their aunt arrives, it would be the best time for me to leave as an adult would be there to take care of them. The first round of charcoal was simmering down and it was time to top up some. As I did that, the girls moved over to sit around the stone table. Once again, I had to reach for the tap to wash my hands and on my return, my feet refused to bring me to join them. Instead, I found myself sitting on the swing in the garden waiting for the charcoal to turn red. It couldn’t be more boring for me and I started counting. One, two, three……. seven. There were seven girls sitting by the stone table and one guy sitting on the swing. To amuse myself, I thought of them as dwarfs. So I became Snow White who grilled dinner for the seven dwarfs and a witch was on the way. Weird imagination that was but that was me.

Lost in my mind version of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, I didn’t notice Jacqueline walking towards me until she was standing beside me. Putting her hands on her knees, she bent forward and politely asked “Are you going to sit here all night long?”

Between view and speech…

[eeemen]

View before speech obviously! Right bro O O? :D. Looking forward to find out if you'll still be sitting or soon, to be sat onz! Ke ke , cheers bro, .......................

[Oink Oink]

View before speech obviously! Right bro O O? :D. Looking forward to find out if you'll still be sitting or soon, to be sat onz! Ke ke , cheers bro, .......................

Hahaha... "I" was forced to stand up a few times. :D

Continuing....

Thankfully, the eyes and mouth are two separate entities that can function concurrently. My half-closed eyes experienced an explosive dilation in the presence of her huge convex made up of 50% flesh and 50% light brown bra cup. A second wave of dilation followed immediately at the organ between my legs. The curve was so smooth that a slightest loss of control would see my hand defying gravity. A rare opportunity that would be gone once she stood up straight and there was nothing I could do to freeze her in that bending position. I remained seated to capture every second of that priceless view. To ensure that she didn’t catch me staring at her oblivious exposure, I had to speak up as well.

Me: Emm… sorry. You want more food?
Jac: Yes, and don’t forget to give me a ride on your bike.
Me: The charcoals should be red.
Jac: I’ll help you.
Me: That will be great.

The brief exchange of words bought me about 10 seconds of visual stimulation, never quite enough yet sufficient to stir up a hell of fantasy. It might be just those few steps to the BBQ grill but I had to try very hard to brainwash myself off what I saw, hoping that I would not misconduct by accidentally speaking the truth in my heart – “Nice ball! Can I see the other one?” Once I picked up the tongs and began grilling, the attention was well diverted back to the fire. Jacqueline helped to brush margarine onto the meat items as I turned them. As we worked our hands over the fire, each unintentional contact flashed her “ball” in my mind. I wouldn’t say it was a good or bad thing but I knew my hand had an extra job to do when I get home to shower later that night.

The doorbell rang. Josephine ran to the front and came back with a stunning lady. From what Jacqueline said earlier on, I was expecting the lady to be her 小姑 but she simply looked too young to be the aunt. Perhaps she was another of their schoolmate, maybe a senior or their neighbour or a cousin or whoever but not the aunt. The lady was likely in her mid-twenties, wearing a pair of jeans and a sleeveless blouse with collar. Her appearance stole the limelight. Even dear fairy Angel faded a little at her femininity. Though more reserved by character, I also felt the keenness in wanting to know her.

After Jacqueline and I grilled a few platefuls of cooked food, we brought them over to the ladies at the stone table. There I was offered a seat which I gladly took and it felt more majestic than King Arthur and his knights of the round table except that our table was much smaller and a little crammed. My eagerness to know the stunning lady was soon fulfilled when Josephine turned to me and said “This is my小姑, Pamela”. What I thought was impossible became a shocking reality. How should I greet her? Would it be rude addressing her by name? To be safe, I decided to go the conventional and respectful way.

Me: Hi, Auntie Pamela.

All the chattering stopped the moment I greeted Pamela. Eight pairs of eyes zoomed in on me, some astonished and some burning with fire. Did I say anything wrong? I was like an accused facing the BOI panel. Pamela broke the silence with a laugh and said “That’s very polite of you”. Angel who sat beside me then quickly explained that Pamela was only 5 years our senior and all of them looked upon her as an elder sister. As to why the age gap was so small between two generations, Pamela told me the story later that night when we were cleaning up. With embarrassment, I apologized and called her by name.

As a man of few words, I couldn’t believe I made such a blunder. To make no further mistakes, I kept my mouth busy with food and drinks while listening attentively to their conversation over the next hour. What happened to my insistence on leaving? Well, I changed my mind primarily in view of two pull factors. The first being the electrifying eyes of Pamela that resembled a Miss Hong Kong runner-up by the name 李美凤 and secondly the potential incentive to see Jacqueline’s other “ball”.

Time was past nine when Josephine brought out a huge packet of marshmallow and some skewers. I didn’t know why ladies simply love marshmallows. They never learn how to grill chicken wings but they needed no lesson on BBQ-ing marshmallows. By the grill in a circle formation, I found myself dropping some lines on their topics. The attentive listening helped as I gradually blend in to the new environment and got more comfortable with the people. No longer did I feel like the “odd ball” out or had the ladies forgotten there was a guy around?

By the warm and simmering fire, a devil was born.

End of the long introduction. :)

[luvuass]

Bro oo welcome back for another part

[eeemen]

End of the long introduction. :)

Hooray!! now comes the interesting parts!! You're making me wonder who gets to meet the devil intimately in the first instance!!?? ;):D don't keep us in suspense too long ya? Else will be stranded in no man"s land keke!! Cheers bro O O.........................

[whatever123]

Very good story!

[halibal]

Nicely written...more please

[Tengkor]

Very good story!

Totally agreed :D

[zyspt]

introduction was nice...
the upcoming story will be hot as well

[Oink Oink]

Thank you bros luvuass, eeemen, whatever123, halibal, Tengkor and zyspt for support! :)

Continuing....

A very common topic among my guy friends then was lines to pick up girls under different circumstances. So much of what I heard, I never had the courage to try. Attending the BBQ with Angel proved better than any pick up lines. Starting a fire and grilling some food earned me seven new female friends and the best to come was Pamela asking if I was interested to work in her trading company.

After the BBQ, I spent most of the days accompanying Angel in shopping for things that she wanted to bring back and looking up some old neigbours. Aunt Debbie and Angel had a night flight to catch and one night before, Angel came to my house for dinner. With approval from Aunt Debbie and my parents, Angel stayed over. Throughout dinner till bedtime, she was talking to my parents. Retiring to my bedroom with the door wide open, we spent most of the night talking about our dreams and flipping through the “junks” I accumulated over the years. Among the junks, we found an old diary. It was one I started since primary school and still had many unwritten pages. Once in a long while, I would jot down my troubles or memorable events and I hadn’t touch it since I was enlisted. Angel asked and had my permission to read it and of course, she read the page on her sudden disappearance from the village.

Angel: I didn’t know you were so worried about me.
Me: That was 5 years ago.
Angel: Now?
Me: Your turn to worry for me.
Angel: Do you think we would be a couple if not for the accident?
Me: Err…… what kind of question is that? How would I know?
Angel: Do you know what love is?
Me: Hmm…. a pack of lies.
Angel: Why?
Me: I had 2 girlfriends and they both said they loved me.
Angel: Then?
Me: The first one said I didn’t love her and the second left my bike for a car.

When a male and a female at the age of 21 start discussing the topic of love, they can hardly come to any consensus. Sitting on the floor in my bedroom and leaning against the bed, our debate went on till three in the morning and I had to surrender for some sleep. Ascertain was our childhood, separation, reunion and those few days of her summer vacation made the bond between us ever stronger. The last I said was she had a special place in my heart, she could come to me for anything and I would do everything I could within my means for her. Why? Was that love or my sub-consciousness in wanting to protect her? I didn’t know either. I wasn’t even sure if she heard me because she fell asleep with her head resting on my shoulder. As gently as I could, I lifted her from the floor and put her onto my bed. Pulling out the layer of mattress under, I slept too.

Mother woke me up about nine in the morning. Angel was up much earlier, had breakfast with my parents before Father went to work. After I washed up, Angel said she had to get back to the hotel to pack and get ready for her flight. Insisting that she wanted to take a cab back, she only allowed me to walk her down, and literally walking down the stairway instead of taking the lift. Angel was unusually quiet and midway through, she stopped.

Angel: Promise me.
Me: What?
Angel: Write to me, take care of yourself and don’t come to the airport tonight.
Me: Why not? I want to!
Angel: Close your eyes. I have something for you.

I didn’t want to but I did. In the blindness, I felt her arms going round my neck, pushing me a few steps back till I hit the wall and her lips met mine. Our contact tripped the circuit in my head, letting loose my hands, mouth and tongue. My hands went round her waist naturally and I fell in love with her tender lips. It wasn’t too long before I pushed my tongue to part her lips and found her warm tongue. Kissing her was a very different feeling, so soothing that I never wanted to let her go. We lost track of time till Angel withdrew.

Angel: I don’t know if I will come back after graduation.
Me: If I get the chance, I will visit you.
Angel: Remember! Don’t’ go to the airport.

There was no point arguing over the matter. We flagged down a cab shortly. I opened the door for her and she gave me that last hug before hopping into the cab. I stood by the roadside in a daze until the cab was no longer in sight before my soul returned to bring my body home.

For the rest of the day, I kept myself in the bedroom thinking about what Angel did and said. Why did Angel kiss me? What was that supposed to mean? An unforgettable and short kiss left my heart “seven up eight down”. So many times I wanted to call her to clarify but I refrained. The uncertainty of what lies in the future was the cause. It was just a kiss. We never started and nobody knew if we would in the days ahead. Perhaps the kiss was for us to treasure within, knowing we belonged to each other for those few minutes.

Soon to be midnight and after much deliberation, I got changed, took my helmet and raced down the end of ECP. Not seeing each other might have been the better way out as separation was always cruel. By the time I spotted Angel, she was at the entrance to immigration with Aunt Debbie, surrounded by her friends who were at the BBQ. Quietly watching her from a distance away till she handed her passport and boarding pass to the security officer, I could only see her friends waving goodbye to her through those huge glass panels. Still wanting to feel her presence, I made my way to the viewing gallery.

Neither in sight nor in touch but I knew Angel was sitting in that Boeing 747. I wondered if Angel sensed my presence too. The dreadful moment arrived when the plane was towed out to the runway. With each second passing by, the plane moved further away and my heartbeat felt weaker like it was about to stop. Unbearable it was to part, even my lungs felt congested and tears were building their way up my eyes. Soon, the blinking lights on the plane began to move, faster and faster till they rose into the air. Minutes later, I was left staring into the dark sky and tears finally rolled down. Angel was gone! She took my heart with her…… and the most terrible thing was leaving my DICK behind with the DEVIL.

[luvuass]

TS Is this the end, I hope not

[f0otprint]

next stop nuns? ;)

[<<totally>>]

Another thread worthy to have my attention! Great Job! Btw it is nice to see colors as dialogues between the people. Reading is so much easier that way.

[zyspt]

Angel was gone! She took my heart with her…… and the most terrible thing was leaving my DICK behind with the DEVIL.

she did leave her friends behind for you too
so should be leaving my DICK behind with/for her friends.

[eeemen]

Eh? Not how I expected it to turn out, I felt sad too reading ur last post. Hope that the devil in you will pull u thru and pull u "upz" :D. Cheers bro O O, ........................

[BCL25]

Cheers Bro OO, looking forward to ur next chapter !

[<<totally>>]

A barrel of good beer required time to ferment. So a good story required time to write. I will be waiting to see your next chapter. Patience is a key to good things in life.

[SeniSeis]

nice story bro.. good build up .. and wanting to read more

[rh8611]

Craving for more!! Not your style to end your writings so fast bro OO. Quick quick continue..


Come to think of it.. Quite touching..

[halibal]

A love story. I am hooked to this.

[f0otprint]

no update?

[ThaiMaster]

Bro Oink Oink.. I've been an avid reader of yours ever since the THREE BRAS. Such a shame you had to terminate the story abruptly. However, Glad that you are back with another captivating story. All along, I'm a submarine in this forum. But today, I can't help it but to award you my virgin post for been such a fantastic writer. Kudos to you bro..

[ludwig19]

Bro ts, pls continue with ur story. im sure ur readers very gan cheong to know how it develops :))

[luvuass]

Bro OO where ru, pls update us leh

[Oink Oink]

I'm Here! I'm Here! Still alive and kicking. :D

Thank you bros for all the support!

Boss (not sammyboyfor :D) is not happy that he is busier than me so he UPZ me. Now the new portfolio of mess has killed both time and passion for writing. Anyway, here is the wrap up of what I wrote halfway since my last update.

Continuing....

Angel’s return to the States left my heart unsettled for some time and I’d rather the kiss didn’t happen. While I told myself not to pin any hope of a possibility with her, there were always those short flashes of the sweet moment before sleeping. Back to reality was the urgency to decide on what to do once I surrender my green identity and repossess the pink one. Since I needed a job and Pamela had a vacancy, I gave her a call on a Monday morning and she told me to drop by anytime. Having taken down the address of her office and asked for directions, I was soon on my way to the outskirts of CBD. That was the first “real world” interview in my life and I really wished I hadn’t called.

By a row of 3-storey shop houses, I found the company. Pamela was talking to a middle-aged man with a stack of papers in hand and when she turned around, she saw me waiting outside. Seemed to me like she had given her instructions to the man, she came out and asked me to follow her up to the second floor. Surprisingly, the second floor office was heaven as compared to the warehouse-liked shop front on the ground floor. At the far end was her office, a private room with a huge window for her to see every corner in the office. Leading me into her office, she closed the door and offered me a seat where there were two single sofas and a coffee table.

Gorgeous she was, dressed in a pair of khaki pants, a white blouse that was hanging out with a thick black belt around the waist. She had her hair tied into a bun on the back with some loose ends lingering and stepping on those slip-on heels, she stood about my height. It had to be the interview that denied me of appreciating the beauty of the woman before me. She might be Josephine’s aunt, Angel’s friend or even my friend but at that very moment, she was my potential employer and I was sitting uptight without even the courage to look into her electrifying eyes. After handing her my transcripts, the questioning began. A “No” to the first three questions was discouraging. A “No” to another three questions was demoralizing and after ten minutes, I’d better be walking out of the office because other than saying I did school holiday jobs, there wasn’t a question I could say “Yes” to. Though Pamela kept nodding her head, I knew exactly how badly I fared.

Pam: It’s ok. Everyone has to start somewhere. Don’t you want to go back to school?
Me: I can’t get into the course I wanted. I’m thinking of some night classes.
Pam: Do you have a driving license?
Me: Yes! I have but I have not driven since passing.

Finally! The one and only “Yes” was attributed to my driving license. Pamela pondered for a moment and returned the transcripts to me. Was that an indication telling me to make my presence scarce? Just as I was about to thank her for taking the time to meet me, Pamela voiced up again.

Pam: We work 5 and a half day week and you will learn on the job. Is that fine with you?
Me: I will do my best.
Pam: You will also have to drive.
Me: Deliver goods?
Pam: No, drive me.

Was I going to be hired as an office boy cum chauffeur? Pamela cleared my doubts telling me her driving license was suspended because she always adhered to the speed limit except she read kilometers as miles. The one year suspension took effect about a month ago and she was already feeling handicapped.

Me: But I ride a bike. I don’t have a car.
Pam: I have. You ride your bike to my house and drive my car to the office.
Me: Everyday?
Pam: Yes, until I get my license reinstated. Can you start work tomorrow?
Me: I can only start 2 weeks later.

As I explained the situation that I could not legally be employed while in service, Pamela frowned and she still looked pretty as ever even with those eyebrows twitched. Within seconds, the frown turned to a grin as she leaned forward and signaled me to follow suit. She spoke softly and I was nodding my head along with her words. The proposed solution was feasible and we shook hands as she welcomed me on board. Writing down her home address and telling me how to make my way there, I thanked her and left. It wasn’t too bad a day for me considering how the interview went and unexpectedly, I landed myself on a job with a pretty boss to see every day. Feeling good and wanting to share the news with someone, I rode towards the coffee shop to look for my linguistically talented friend.

Phui (Hokkein): So early! What cock business you have at this time?
Me (Hokkein): I going to earn money tomorrow.
Phui (Hokkein): Sell backside is it?
Me (Hokkein): Yes lah yes lah! You know anyone want to buy?
Phui (Hokkein): Pay good or not?
Me (Hokkein): Eh….don’t know leh…. never ask.
Phui (Hokkein): KNN! What cock work you do? Pay how much also don’t know!
Me (Hokkein): Aiya… no good change lor. My boss very chio, you know.
Phui (Hokkein): You work for a pussy! You never die before is it!
Me (Hokkein): Talk so much cock. I am hungry, get me something to eat.

The joy of securing a job was unstoppable and from time to time, I would be smiling like a mad man. While Ah Phui went to get me lunch, my pager beeped. It was an unfamiliar number and I ignored. A hooligan he might appear to be, Ah Phui actually gave me pointers to make working life smoother over lunch. Parting with him, I went home and began to figure out what in my cupboard was appropriate for work. It was then my pager beeped again with that unfamiliar number and I returned the page.

Me: Did anyone page?
An: This is Andrea. Remember me?
Me: Andrea… An...dre…a. Oh hi! Yes, we met at the BBQ.
An: Want to join Karen and me for a swim tonight?
Me: Swimming? In the night?
An: Yes, we used to swim quite often. Usually less crowded on weekday evenings.
Me: Er….

I recalled Andrea was the Eurasian girl with short hair. Such a direct invitation from someone whom I wasn’t close to left me undecided. However, I knew why she asked. At the BBQ, one of the topics the ladies talked about was swimming and I told them I could not swim. The truth was I lied because I didn’t want to be a hero. Why? Heroes die fast. I just didn’t want to end up with another chore teaching people how to swim.

Yet it seemed impolite to reject. Should I go?

[ludwig19]

Welcome back ts!!

[eeemen]

Bro O O, welcome back, finally and update from u!! You must have been terribly distracted eh? :D. Anyhow, looking forward to ur next updates!! Cheers bro, .....................

[gambit76]

Welcome back bro OO!!

[timezz]

welcome back OO great to have u here

[feral888]

Bro oink, great to see you back. I was so disappointed when I thought the story ended.

Is a sensational swim coming up? :)

[ThaiMaster]

Good to see your update bro. Will it be you or your "army" be swimming if you go eh?:D

[sean69]

damn it !!.. i almost cried when i see you back with new posts !!! please update more often!!
:D

[Oink Oink]

Thank you bros ludwig19, eeemen, gambit76, timezz, feral888 and ThaiMaster for support! :D

damn it !!.. i almost cried when i see you back with new posts !!! please update more often!!
:D

Hahaha... you cracked me up! Can I offer you a packet of tissue... should be handy when you change location to "another pussy elsewhere". :D

Continuing....

Typical of a lie, I was worried about being exposed so the ideal way out was to turn down the invitation. The following day would be my first day at work and that should make a good excuse.

An: We will teach you how to swim.
Me: Thanks but maybe another time.
An: Are you shy or you can’t accept having a lady teach you?
Me: No, no… I have to prepare for my first day of work tomorrow.
An: Oh… thought you are still clearing your leave. I am going after work too.

All the years I swam, it had mostly been with guys and I suddenly remembered someone ever told me that the best way to determine a woman’s beauty was to bring her for a swim. For one, she could not hide her true looks under any cosmetics and her real figure could be fairly assessed in the swimsuit (May not be applicable today since more cosmetics are waterproof). Not that I took particular interest in Andrea or Karen, I was rather keen in proving the theory.

Me: Ok… make sure you don’t get me drowned before I start work.
An: Can you fetch Karen and we meet at the pool?
Me: No problem. How are you getting there?
An: I will go home first. The pool is walking distance from my house.
Me: Where do I pick her?

We agreed on the time and Andrea gave me Karen’s home number, telling me she would be expecting my call. Karen would then give me directions to the swimming complex. I made the call, got the arrangement firmed up and went back to sorting out the limited shirts I had that could be worn for work. In the evening, I took an early dinner and it was a habit that I put on my swimming trunks first before I go for a swim. Must have been more than two years since I last wore it and a problem evolved over the years ever since my brother started keeping his half-perm hair. Spending about ten minutes in the toilet, I finally made sure that the outermost pubic hair would not become public in the pair of underwear-liked swimming trunks.

Karen was waiting for me at the void deck of her block when I arrived. Helping her put on the helmet, we made our way to the swimming complex. With one hand, she held me by my hip bone and the other went onto my shoulder for better support. Popping her head over the other side of my shoulder, she gave me directions and we had a smooth journey. Though a public swimming pool, it was located in the vicinity of a private estate and possibly a twenty-minute walk to the nearest bus stop. Once I parked the bike, Andrea surfaced from nowhere to give us a scare and we made our way in after paying for the tickets (was like 30 cents per hour).

Unlike the gloomy lit entrance, spotlights were shining brightly all over the pools. To the right was the adult pool and to the left, I saw the medium and baby pools. While I moved towards the left, Andrea came grabbing my arm and dragged me over to the right, not releasing her hand until we settled at an empty bench somewhere near the deepest part of the pool. That was half past seven in the evening and there were barely ten people in the adult pool (population then was about 3 million). By one side was a lifeguard wearing sunglasses and sitting motionlessly on his elevated chair. I couldn’t help wondering if he was actually sleeping. Once we put our bags down, Andrea and Karen started stripping. Off went their T-shirts and shorts and before me were two ladies both in black swimsuits.

An: You will never learn to swim if you can touch the ground with your feet.
Me: I think you are trying to drown me.
Ka: Do you need to go and change into your swimming trunks?
Me: No… I wore it inside.
An: Then what are you waiting for?

Apparently, both of them were watching and waiting for me to get out of my jeans and T-shirt and I immediately regretted not joining them in undressing. Momentarily, I felt shy. Seated on the bench, I unzipped my jeans and pushed it down before removing my T-shirt and placed them on top of my bag. Karen, with goggles in her hand, walked to the edge of the waters and dived in beautifully. A few seconds later, I saw just her head in the middle of the Olympic sized pool. Andrea dragged me to the poolside and gave me two options; either I jump in myself or she’d throw me in. I was near to begging her to allow me to sit by the edge and dip my legs in the water while I prepare my mental state of readiness. She agreed and when I bent down, I realized I was conned.

Woo…ooh….. SPLASH!!!

As bubbles surrounded me, I thought I’d play along and allowed my body to continue sinking. Fast descending, I saw Karen coming to my rescue. Hugging me with one hand, she got hold of me and swam upwards. Soon, my head was out of the water and Karen swam me to the side where I could get support. Frightened? Not in the least but my body felt really warm. The body to body contact with Karen triggered my natural response and I knew the shape of my swimming trunks was deformed. Hopefully, the hardened part did not touch her or she might have felt it.

Andrea, in the position I was supposed to be before she gave me that push, was sitting there and laughing. The two of us in the water immediately protested. Of course the reason for not getting out of the water was to buy time for my erection to subside.

Ka: This is too deep for him!
Me: What kind of instructor are you?
An: Karen, do you remember Angel mentioning how she learned to swim?
Ka: Emm…. someone taught her in the sea…..her neighbour…. SHORTIE!

Trouble! My cover was blown much earlier than expected! I sank myself down and swam underwater across the breadth of the pool…

[keewee]

great bro!!!!!

[gaipauchi]

great 2 hav u back updatin', ur stories rock tho not much sexual but stimulatin', keep up excellent work :D

[pittpitt]

Another great cumming story. camping for more.

[BCL25]

Bro O O, that was a good description "I knew the shape of my swimming trunks was deformed " haha

[gambit76]

Thanks for updates bro! Just ups you my humble 8 points for your stories.

Cheers!

[TritonR]

Nice Story bro!

[ThaiMaster]

Bro OO.. You've never failed to amuse me with your story. And what a way to describe your nether region's hair: half-permed hair... It was so freaking funny bro.. Can't get enough of your writing.. Thumbs up..

[Oink Oink]

Thank you bros keewee, pittpitt, BCL25, gambit76 and TritonR for support, uppz & vote! :)

great 2 hav u back updatin', ur stories rock tho not much sexual but stimulatin', keep up excellent work :D

Thank you bro. The "interesting" part is coming soon. :D

Continuing....

Speed in the water was incomparable to the surface. When I touched the wall on the opposite side of the pool, the two other speedboats had already arrived and were waiting to launch their attacks. Once I surfaced, the splashing waters from their 如来神掌came hitting on my face. Using the same technique, I retaliated. However, 双手难敌四掌, I raised the white flag shortly. Andrea and Karen then challenged me to a hundred meter swim whereby the last to come in would buy snacks. Piece of cake for me and I even had time to watch them swim their final dash. Feeling bad about lying to them, I volunteered to treat them to snacks. None of us wanted a bite yet and we decided to change a pool. I got out first and offered them a hand each but they needed no help. As they pushed their hands on the edge of the pool to get themselves out of the water, I unintentionally saw two cleavages. A short glimpse that was but I already knew who had the deeper valley.

Three 21-year old big babies conquered the baby pool and there was nobody else. It felt good sitting there with the lukewarm water covering up to the waist. We began chatting and I found out that Angel actually had been telling her close friends bits and pieces about me since secondary school days. Andrea was saying that they (the nuns except for Pamela and Jacqueline) seemed to have known me for years. Karen added that it took so many years to finally meet me in person at the BBQ, so long that the short guy from Angel’s mouth had turned a tall chap. The ladies also shared about themselves. Andrea had been working for almost two years since she completed her diploma and Karen was just into the final year of university. Time was almost up and we had to get ready to leave. A very good ice-breaker for us and that set path for better friendship.

Taking our bags, I thought we all needed to shower but Andrea said they always shower at her place, which was about ten minutes walk away. Bathing at someone’s house on the first visit was not comfortable for me. Insisting that I would be done in five minutes, I dashed to the shower room. Of all the things that might have gone wrong for the day, nothing could be worse than forgetting to bring my underwear and in the rush to put on my jeans, my foreskin got caught between the zip. Painful that was and the discomfort without underwear, I still had to put on a brave front and walked out to meet the ladies. They were waiting by the exit and it was obvious they simply slipped on the same T-shirts and shorts they wore earlier on without removing their swimsuits. A short walk to my bike, I unlocked the hook to retrieve my helmets and was going to bid them farewell.

Me: I’m going to make a move first.
An: Hey! Aren’t you going to send Karen back? Come over to my place first.
Ka: It’s ok if you are in a rush.
Me: Won’t your parents mind if you bring a guy home in the night?
An: Why would they? Anyway, they are still in the shop. Won’t be home till 11pm.
Me: Hmm… as long as I don’t cause any inconvenience.
An: No one is home. You two can keep me company for a while.

I did shuttle service and ferried them one by one to Andrea’s place within minutes. In the two-storey house, Andrea pointed to the refrigerator and told me to help myself if I wanted any drink. Thereafter, both ladies disappeared, leaving me alone in the totally unfamiliar living room. Seeing that there were photo frames around, I took my time to go through them. From the photos, it seemed like Andrea was the only child at home and many of those backgrounds looked like they were taken overseas. While I was still scrutinizing the photos with envy, Andrea showed up behind and gave me a shock when she spoke. Shocked, not because she crept behind me but because she was only wrapped with a towel and I had to force myself not to look downwards.

An: What are you looking at?
Me: Oh... just looking at the photos. You’ve been to many countries?
An: Come upstairs with me. I have more albums in my room.

Andrea had me waiting outside her bedroom while she put on her clothes before letting me in. Sliding the glass door of a bookshelf open, she pulled out a few huge albums and put them on her bed. The size of her bed was uncommon. Neither was it a single or a double, it was like one and a half. The bedroom was not “visitor friendly” either as there was one and only one chair at the study table. Andrea climbed onto her bed, opened an album and found me still standing. Patting on her mattress, she told me to sit down so she could tell me more about the countries she visited. Carefully, I planted one side of my butt by a corner of her bed. A few minutes into her presentation, she changed to prone on her bed and I shifted down to sit on the floor. That minute onwards, I lost interest in the photos because all my attention was transferred to what laid behind the dropped neckline of her T-shirt. A beige colour bra with two half melons on display were only barely a meter from my face. Exercising extra caution, I nodded my head as she spoke to ensure she did not see what I was seeing.

I didn’t know how many times I had to swallow my saliva until Karen joined us in the bedroom. Afraid that Karen might catch my view, I quickly stood up and complained of slight numbness on my legs, and all three of us ended up sitting on the bed. Almost an hour passed and when Karen’s hair was dry, we decided to leave. That was our first swim and we agreed on the same arrangement the following Monday. By the time I got home after sending Karen, it was almost eleven. I brushed my teeth and went straight to bed.

Was I over excited about day one at work? I woke up before the alarm went off. After washing up and a quick breakfast, I headed for Pamela’s place. A bigger, newer and nicer house that was compared to Josephine’s place and I drew the conclusion they must have rich parents or grandparents. Looking at my watch, it was only past quarter seven, meaning I was almost half an hour early. I thought of pressing the bell but changed my mind and sat waiting at the concrete beside the gate. It wasn’t long before I heard some sounds and the gate opened slowly. Wow! For a village boy like myself, that was the first time I saw an automated gate. Someone must have opened it from inside the house and that confirmed I was at the right place. Pushing my bike in to the driveway, I saw the wooden door opened. Quickly, I walked up to greet my new boss without even checking out the car.

Me: Good morning, Pamela.
Pam: You are very early.

Her appearance told me she just got out of bed; hair was not combed, eyes were only half opened and still wearing a sleeping gown. Taking a second look, wasn’t it too early and too big a present to welcome me….

[Gal12]

Well done a nice sTroy keep it up :)

[Familiar]

Continue !

[eeemen]

Great stuff bro, now am looking forward to the early morning present!! How did u receive it or did u take it without inviting!!?? Ke ke cheers bro O O, ........................

[haonan25]

Found this thread bro oink, and it stopped.. Busy with life or too much sex?! Hehe

[fkdishit]

all the best ts,

[Pole-At-Arms]

bro Oink Oink! please continue with your story :D

[sennheiser]

Great writing. Love the way u tell the story. Can't wait for more.