[sexfrenzy]

Jill, Amanda & Esther (cont)

"That was great. I really enjoyed myself. Never had anyone lick me like that before. Thanks. And by the way, don't take tonight seriously because it was part of a bet I had with my classmates on who would get laid in their internship first. And guess what I won," was what she had to offer as I sucked on my cancer-stick. It was then my phone rang.

May drop me off at my place, kissed me goodbye and left. She would leave the firm in a week's time and I have never tried to revisit the experience again. Why? Because that evening, Jill called up and wanted to meet me near my place as she had finished dinner. That is of course one of the inherent things of being in a relationship which I love: someone to always be there for you, to want you and have fun with. Jill and I rarely had a bad moment, quarrels would dissipate quickly and nothing gets us down for too long. I suppose what made us work was that we were always connecting on a level we were both on.

My relationship with Jill was something I treasured and the last thing I wanted was to screw it up. But screw it up I almost did as she came over that evening. We met at the nearby coffee shop for a drink and chat before I sent her home. Big mistake was to forget to do a thorough cleaning up as well as overcompensating. I bought her some stupid little gift and she got all-suspicious. Guys remember this: You screw around behind your girl's back, try not to be too nice. She will know!! Anyway, one thing led to another and before I knew it, she could smell the scent of May's cunt juice somewhere on me. Grilled me to death for it, and well the less said about that the better. Things soured pretty badly as a result of that.

Jill decided to not see me for a few weeks to go on a break from me. Amanda thought it would be good to get away from 'that cheating S.O.B. and took Jill off for a holiday in K.L. I was left to be miserable on my own. Martin, one of my best mates tried to cheer me up by asking me to go out for drinks at Zook. I wished I had done it differently like taken a shower before meeting Jill that night. Sure I had a good screw, but man Jill is worth more than 1-hour sex with a babe with a great body. Martin tried his best to convince me that it was for the best that Jill leaves me, so I could be a swinging bachelor again. Everyone claims to love the idea of being a bachelor and being able to pull any chick they meet in the bars and nite-clubs. But the truth couldn't be farther from the truth. How many of us really end up with babes on a one-nite stand? I must say that my chance with May was like a bolt out from the blue, and I made no mistake in believing it was going to be a regular occurrence. In such circumstances, it was important to keep things in perspective.

Martin and I got to the wine bar section of the place where all the newbie working types usually hang out trying to be seen by others. The guys there were either showing off their babes seated with them or were in groups of similarly dressed guys scooping the girls available for the evening. We found ourselves a kina bar stool thing near the entrance and ordered ourselves a couple of Tequila shots to get started and two jugs of Long Island. Shit! If you're gonna be depressed, might as well get sloshed. So there we were that night, having ourselves a good-depressing time, bashing at the women around us and laughing at the insecurity of the army boys around us in their caps trying hard to look hip and cool.

How all that seems like an eternity away now. The babes around us were the usual lot: dressed in black, stripy dresses, heels or the more relaxed designer jeans look. Laughing away with their cigarettes hanging at the ends of their fingers and looking like they were so desirable. Some were, but others the fatter ones dressed in their tight tops and skirts; fats spilling left right and centre should be banned from appearing in public dressed that way.

We were into our 3rd jug of Long Island when at the corner of my eye, I caught an image. In my state of alcoholic daze, I might have been mistaken, but I could have sworn I saw my ex-girlfriend form college, Esther. I rubbed at my eyes to make sure it was her because she had been away for the last few years to study in Australia. We broke up because it was not realistic for two 19 year olds to wait around for one another, and basically as my life went on, we slowly lost touch with each other.

I told Martin I needed to go to the loo and tried to find Esther. I saw her moving in that direction and waited outside next to a large plant and hopefully obscured by the darkness of the place. I really don't know why is it that I am sneaking around, but I suppose I did not know what I was gonna say when I met her. Esther was a Eurasian; her dad was British and her mom was Korean. They met and settled here back in the 70s and their daughter is a great product of their union. I met Esther in JC and she was one of those cute girls with slightly brownish hair silky and billowy. She was average height, about 1.64 and medium tits. She had her mother's eyes (a trend is developing here with my interest in single-eyelid girls), but she had the right blend of her dad's features. There were times in college when she would come bounding in with her two ponytails and positively drive the guys mad with hormonal rage. We went steady at the end of first year and stayed together till we finished JC. I suppose there were times when I thought about the chances of us still being an item if she had not gone to Murdoch Uni.

Esther was the first girl I experienced serious petting with. We never went to full penetration because I was the fuddy-duddy one afraid of this and that. Now I am not stereotyping Eurasians and trying to insinuate that Esther was wild and all. In fact, we were pretty innocent. I started the ball rolling with a casual touch here and a grope there, instigating her to go further, but then getting chicken shit. So here I am standing outside the toilet of Zook, hiding behind some plant, waiting to 'bump into my ex and I am almost on the verge of getting dumped by Jill. The toilet door opens and shuts several times as girls walk in and out until she appeared. It must have been the Long Islands because I managed to pluck up the courage and stepped forward, looked her in the eyes and gave her a great big hug. I was half expecting some great big rugby player or something to appear behind me and clobber me one for doing that. Thankfully, nothing happened. She was surprised, but after recognition sank in, she literally screamed.