Chapter 2

Before I could ask what about Jill, my hands already had a mind of their own and made their way around Amanda's waist. She didn’t resist. What was I doing? Instead of breaking off, I moved closer to kiss her. My left hand had already moved to cup her breasts from the front.

My god! They were more than a handful. I tried to be gentle, slowly massaging them. My right hand explored her ass before making its way up her back. For the moment, she just sat back and allowed me to feel her all over. Her legs, though short, were smooth and creamy.

Her face was as soft as a baby’s bottom, and I wished I could get that damn bra off now. But just as I was about to get closer, I heard footsteps behind us and froze. I looked at my watch and said, "Let’s go, the movie’s starting." She just nodded, and we got up.

Just as I thought, the Capitol was dead. There were barely thirty people in that gigantic hall. We made our way to our seats, and I looked around to see if there were any eyes nearby. The nearest guy was five rows behind, and he was just as busy with his girlfriend.

The moment we sat down, Amanda whispered in my ear, "Where did we stop?" That was the signal for me to get back to work. I slipped my left hand behind her back, under her top, to unclip her bra. As her bra was unhooked, I could swear her breasts almost popped out.

"That’s better", she sighed. My right hand moved up the front of her top, and within seconds, I was in heaven as the most coveted breasts I had been trying to get to for the last three years were now cupped in my hands.

I kneaded them slowly as Amanda rested her head on my shoulder. It was my turn to whisper to her, "Your turn."

She knew instinctively what I meant and proceeded to unzip my pants carefully. Thank goodness I was wearing boxers today. With a little help from me, we managed to free my dick from my pants. It was semi-hard but rose to full attention within seconds of coming into contact with Amanda’s bare hands.

She held my shaft and slowly pumped me up. After that hot session with Jill earlier, I thought it would be a little hard to get excited easily again. But the combined sensation of touching those soft, jello-like tits of Amanda and her giving me a hand job was too good to be true.

"Wow! It's bigger than Marcus", she whispered. She continued to pump me as I tweaked her nipples. She had smaller and harder nipples than Jill’s. Jill had large nipples that were pink before they became erect. Amanda gripped me hard and pumped my cock, using both hands and playing with me like a rolling pin.

She edged her hand further into my boxers and pulled my balls out as well. Now she used one hand to jerk me while the other massaged my balls. How I wished I could have her mouth engulf my cock. I glanced left and right to check if anyone was sitting in the same row.

The coast was clear, and I slowly led Amanda down to my dick. She knew what I wanted and managed to squeeze herself between the seat in front and me. It’s easy when you are small and the cinema’s big. I opened my legs and moved her there. She placed her mouth over my prick and slowly bobbed her head up and down.

She couldn’t go all the way, so she concentrated her efforts around the head of my cock. I was so hot I didn’t know what to do. Should I cum? As her hand moved up and down my shaft, she flicked her tongue expertly around the tip. She moved faster and faster, and I couldn’t hold back much longer before exploding in her mouth.

She didn’t stop (unlike Jill, who never let me cum in her mouth) and proceeded to suck me dry. The thrill of getting blown by a girl I had always fantasized about and doing it in a cinema was like a total dream come true for me.

As I softened, she stopped and looked up at me with a smile, pointed to the toilet, and off she went. Don’t ask me what happened on screen because it is a total blank to me.

Well, here’s the conclusion to the night, or is it? We left the Capitol at around 11pm. After she came back from the toilet, we cuddled, and she allowed me to continue to fondle her breasts. Her bra was already safely ensconced in her pocket.

There was a part of me that felt guilty as hell, but the devil inside said to just take it as it is right now and leave the worrying for later. As we were walking out, we reverted to friend status only because we were afraid of who we might bump into. No hand-holding or hugging.

"Where do we go from here?" I asked.

"Home, I suppose", Amanda replied.

"Your place? Now?" I was shocked at this point.

"NO idiot! I meant we go back to our own homes. I think we should cool it off for a while. What do you think?" she said, hitting me with her bag as she spoke. I gave a sheepish smile and shrugged my shoulders.

"Did you like it? I hope it was good for you." she tried to steer back a little to the subject. "I know Jill never takes your load in her mouth. So how did it feel?"

Me: Great! No one’s ever done that for me. Are you okay with it? Feeling weird or something?

Amanda: Nah, I know it was just two adults having a good time. Anyway, I cannot imagine attaching myself to you. It’s too strange. But I'm a little unsatisfied still. You’re smiling because you got lucky, asshole!

She did have a point, and I was already feeling bad that I did not get a chance to satisfy her. There's little to be done at this point except go home. "Do you think we can still catch a bus?" I asked.

She gave me a "no idea" look again and just headed towards the bus stop. Amanda lived at Serangoon Garden, which wasn’t too far from where I lived. We waited for about five minutes before the bus turned up. It was almost 11.30pm, and the bus was almost empty. We sat at the back and proceeded to chat about stuff.

"You know, a circumcised dick does look more appealing. Marcus was not circumcised, and things got a little salty, shall we say. When did you do it?" she queried.

I proceeded to tell her my little tale and found her laughing at the bits of me wearing a skirt. We were like old friends again, and I was amazed that this girl had just given me head, and yet she was still not giving me shit. I began to believe that Jill didn’t set her up for this.

As the bus emptied, we were soon the last two passengers with almost twenty minutes of the journey left to be made. I made one last bold move before the night ended. I reached over and pulled her nearer to me. She reciprocated and leaned on me.

I kissed her forehead before moving down to her earlobes, licking gently, making her squirm just that little bit. I think I should pay you back for the favor, I said and proceeded to move my hand down to her thighs, stroking them gently and lightly with my nails.

She responded by tilting her head back, her eyes closed. I kissed her neck and tried hard not to give her any bites. I slid my tongue down her neck. All that time, my other hand groped at her breasts. I told you I like bus rides.

Damn! I forgot she was wearing shorts. How was I gonna get through? I tried to probe my index finger through her tight shorts, and her hand moved to guide my hand to her zip. She pulled down her zipper and pushed my hand through the small crevice.

Eureka! No panties to contend with. Slowly, I fingered her crack, which was a little dry still, gently exploring and trying to find that sacred spot. Bingo! When I touched it, she gasped just a little. With my middle finger, I rubbed it softly up and down. "Ooohhhh yessss don’t stop", she tried to speak through her steadily increasing breath.

I fingered her slowly before building up momentum, switching from up-and-down movements to circular ones. I inserted two fingers into her cunt hole, and again she whimpered, "That’s it... faster, argghhhhhh..."

She guided my hand back to her G-spot and asked me to rub her harder now. She was really wet by now. My other hand was rolling her nipple around between my fingers and alternating that with kneading her now-heaving breasts. Now I used two fingers to rub her clit, more and more violently as she gyrated her pelvis, grinding her clit against my fingers.

"I wish you could put that big cock of yours in me... arrghhhhhh..." Amanda moaned. I kept my motion steady, unrelenting. I was afraid she would scream and catch the bus driver’s attention.

"Yesss... yesss... yesss," she whispered. Her hips moved faster and faster, and then with a thrust, she stopped. I could feel her arching her back before letting out a sigh. "Uhhhhh... that’s good..." she pulled my cunt-juice-soaked fingers out and zipped herself up before offering me a tissue to wipe my fingers.

I just looked at her and put both fingers into my mouth, sucking them completely. She laughed out loud now, and I could see the driver turning back for a glance. She looked up and saw her bus stop just coming into view and said, "Just in time. See you tomorrow."

Could there really be a tomorrow after a night like this? If it was going to be like today, I couldn’t wait. The whiff of Amanda’s juice still lingered on my fingers when my phone started to ring. It jolted me out of my stupor, and I scrambled to answer it.

I looked at it and realized it was Jill. I looked at my watch, and it was already 12.15 am, and I guessed she must still be at work.

"Hi dear, where are you?" her voice trailed from the other end of the receiver. She sounded a little tired.

"You alright? What time are you gonna finish?" I mustered up enough strength to not sound too tired, though frankly, after the excitement I had for the night, I was ready to lie down and die.

"Well, gonna knock off earlier than expected to get some rest. But I gotta come back again to finish this thing tomorrow and maybe even Sunday. This fucking audit is killing me!" she growled. "I really wanna see you now, where are you?"

Man, I was shit tired, and she wanted to see me? "I’m almost home on the bus", I replied.

"Can I come over and crash for the night?" she persisted.

When put that way, how could I resist? So I told her to come over and sleep for the night. Jill regularly spends weekends at my place, and my parents were already used to her presence. They liked her because she looked decent and nice. Don’t get me wrong; by no means is she the angelic type.

I won’t describe Jill as a babe, but rather one of those you would like to bring home and show your parents. She had short hair, but not the type that looks like it takes a ton of gel to keep up, more like soft, silky short hair. She’s got small single eyelids that make her look really sexy when she wants, and a nice creamy skin tone, with just a hint of tan.

We got to know each other in the final year of university and were tutorial mates. I had always seen her around and thought she had a magnetic personality. Of course, Amanda was always around her, and for a while, I was considering my options.

In varsity, Amanda looked even better than she does now, more glowing and maybe just a hint lighter. Jill was the same, but more sporty and favored the jeans-and-T-shirt look. Interestingly, Amanda also has bedroom eyes, the kind that sends a jolt to your dick when she decides to smolder, like what she did earlier tonight on the bus ride.

She was paler than Jill because, besides their swims together, she got out in the sun a lot less. Back to Jill on the phone, "So I’ll come over in about an hour. Remember to wait for me. Bye, can’t wait to see you again."

The phone clicked as she ended the conversation huskily. I pressed the bell to alight the bus, and I was wondering if I was gonna be able to survive the night. Being milked three times within hours is seriously draining for me. I like sex, but "All things in moderation" has always been my motto.

Then I remembered that I better rush home to get myself cleaned up. You never know women; they can smell another woman’s scent on you a mile away. In these three years, there was probably only once that I cheated on Jill, and she was on it in a flash.

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It was the first year after graduation, and I had started my first job working in an advertising firm as a copywriter. Three months into my job, a young intern came into my firm for her industrial attachment. Still barely out of the Polytechnic and fresh as spring, I was attracted to her like a bee to honey.

She had long hair, was tall and slim, and yet had a pair of decent-sized boobs. In fact, if I remember right, they were 34C. I remember because we went out to shop during one of the lunch breaks, and we went to Calvin Klein at Pacific Plaza. Her name was May, and everyone in my office wanted a piece of her.