Chapter 3

I wanted to go look at CDs at Tower Records, but May dragged me into CK with her. She said she needed my opinion on something, and I thought it was probably a dress or something similar. When we got to the second floor and she headed to the lingerie section, I started to feel a little nervous. She picked out a pair of sheer, viscous, underwired bras and held them up to show me.

"What do you think?" she winked at me.

Boy, what was I supposed to say? I mumbled something about it looking nice, but she pressed on, "Do you think it's sexy?" At that point, I was sweating beads and trying hard to maintain my composure.

"Why don’t you try it on and see for yourself", I suggested.

She replied, "Great, but you have to let me know what you think, okay?"

Who was I to say no to her when her 34C boobs were staring at me? So she went into the dressing room while I waited nervously outside until she called for me. I steadied myself and approached her cubicle. She opened it a little, and I peeked in.

There before me, she stood in her white, sheer bra. Her pink, erect nipples, whether from the air conditioning or the excitement, were right before my eyes. I swallowed hard and nodded my head. She had to push the envelope a little more, "Would you be glad to see your girlfriend wear this before you had sex?"

I calmly replied, "Yes."

She then whispered, "I can see your bulge; you’re that hot eh?"

I looked down at myself, and indeed, my dick was most visible as it was forcing its way up.

"Maybe later", she smiled. I pulled my head out and went back to the store, trying my best to conceal my excitement. What was this young girl of 19 playing at? There were other guys in the firm, and they were probably better catches than I was.

After she paid and we left, I had to ask her why she was doing this.

May: Because I think you’re funny, charming, and not dangerous. Sure, all the guys leer at me, but at least I know you keep a friendly distance. Maybe it's because you have a girlfriend already. You must like her a lot

She was right; I was going through a really good patch with Jill as our relationship was just blossoming. I did notice May, but not like the pack of hounds at work. I supposed that sometimes it is true that women like men who are attached for some warped reason.

"So are you just a little cock-tease?" I asked daringly. She looked at me with a mock angry face before answering, "Why don’t you try to find out?" I needed no more invitations. When we got back to the office, I could hardly work.

How could I when all I could see before me were May’s glorious tits? They weren’t as big as Amanda’s, but they were really outstanding for someone her size. At the same time, she made my work no easier by casting little-known glances over at me time and again. I knew she was playing a game, and I just let her draw me in.

At the end of the evening, she asked if I was ready to leave. You see, May was a rich man’s daughter and was already driving her own car. Daddy bought it for her after she passed her driving test. It was a nice little Mazda 121, cute and safe for a young girl like her. She might have been 19, but there was no way you could tell just by looking at her.

So she offered to give me a lift and winked at me again. I said why not. Jill was having dinner with her parents, and I wasn’t close enough yet to attend family occasions. So with nothing to lose but some sperm, I packed up, and we left.

May was a confident little vixen, and you could tell even from the way she drove. Although she was supposed to send me home, she decided she was hungry and suggested we take a detour for dinner. Her detour turned out to be a long one.

In the car, she continued to flirt with me as she drove, asking where Jill was and if I was going to see her that night. I had no idea where she was going and had no desire to know. She got personal and asked if I had ever had sex. I said yes.

She replied that she had too, but never really enjoyed herself because the guys were always too young and in a hurry. I asked her why not pick one of the more senior guys in the firm, and her reply was, "I wanted something in between."

At that moment, I decided it was now or never and placed a daring hand on her thigh, caressing her lightly. I looked at my watch and realized it was about 8pm, and we were somewhere near the beach. She turned off the expressway, and I knew this was going to be it.

Finding a car park, she stopped the car and looked over at me. Her big eyes glowed with youth as she asked, "No regrets?" I shook my head and pulled her towards me to kiss her. She tasted sweet, yet there was a clumsiness to her hands.

I slowly unbuttoned her shirt as she hugged me tighter. "How many guys have you ever been with?" I asked while we fumbled to get each other’s clothes off.

"Four", she replied, and by then, her hands were on my fly, trying to release my cock. Her blouse was undone, and I had a good look at her tits, which were still in the CK bra. I moved to touch them. The viscous bra felt nice against her soft flesh, and I had forgotten how a 19-year-old felt.

I pushed her breasts together and gave them a good squeeze before unhooking her bra. She had already wrapped her hands around my cock but didn’t really know what to do with it.

You feel slightly different from the other guys I’ve had. A little thicker; I cannot make a full circle with my fingers around it! A hint of surprise came through her voice.

I buried my face into her breasts and turned to lick her nipple gently, just tingling the very tip with my tongue and slowly circling the areola, bringing out soft mewing sounds from her. Thankfully, she was wearing a skirt, so I could slip my hand up her thigh as I continued to delight myself in her buxom.

She just did the standard hand job on me, wanking me up and down, until I had to show her how to play with it some more. I guided her to lightly brush her palm around the tip of my cock-head and to massage my balls the right way.

Simultaneously, I slowly tugged her G-string apart and started to tease her clit. Lightly at first, then slowly, as I felt her juices flowing, I increased the pace. My tongue devoured her breasts and made a line down to her navel, discovering to my pleasant surprise that it was pierced.

Keeping her skirt on, I had to get her to push back her seat as I went down between her legs. My tongue flicked away at her clit, and by now, she was moaning like mad. I was glad it was a weekday and there weren’t many cars around this car park.

I also had a sneaking suspicion she had been here before. But these thoughts were far from my mind as I pleasured her with my tongue and fingers. Going down on a woman is something I don’t enjoy a great deal, but I discovered that it makes the girl go crazy, and I liked that.

So as I licked her cunt, she kept going, "Argghhh... urrrghhhhh... a little higher... that’s it! That’s it... that’s so gooood urggghhhhh..." Her cunt was extremely wet by now, and she was pushing her hips into my face. As she moved, I worked harder, tasting her salty cum juice, which was really flowing now.

My finger hit her magic spot, and she let out one mega gasp before tightening her muscles. Her body went a little limp as I moved back to her pierced belly and eventually kissed her again, making her taste her own juice.

"Mmmmm, now let’s get that dick of yours working", she sighed before proceeding to move her head down to my cock. She took it slowly and tried to take the whole length before gagging.

"Like that?" she asked.

I was rock hard now as she slurped away at me. "Harder", I said. She took her mouth away and jerked my dick vigorously, saying with the sultriest look I’d ever seen, "Fuck me now."

I positioned myself above her as she guided my cock into that tight little hole of hers. She let out a little ouch and grimaced as I forced myself in. Thankfully, she was well lubricated by then. I started slowly to let her acclimatize before increasing my pace.

Within moments, I was slamming my entire dick into her at full force. She was moaning out loud with each thrust, and I was thinking of gagging her mouth with something in case the police came by.

As I fucked her, she wrapped her legs around my waist and was practically pulling me into her. I jammed myself harder into her as I groped her breasts and pinched her nipples. She was moving her hips in rhythm with me, and her hands were on her clit, rubbing herself again.

I asked her to move on top as I pulled myself out, and she positioned her cunt to my cock, zeroed in, and lowered herself onto it. I thrust my hips up to meet her downward motion, and her breasts were bouncing in front of my face.

I pulled her toward me so I could suck and lick those gorgeous baubles. With a hand on each breast, I kneaded them like dough. She was moving up and down and round and round. She was grinding me good and moaning away as the car windows started steaming up. After about five minutes of her on me, I told her to lie back down as I tried to tit-fuck her.

I had never done it before, but after squeezing her breasts around, I realized there was a distinct possibility here. I was right! I shoved my dick between her breasts as she pushed them together and tried to lick my tip as I thrust my dick toward her face.

Intermittently, she would take my dick into her mouth and give it a good sucking before letting me go back to fucking her breasts. I couldn’t take it as I looked into that angelic face of hers and felt like cumming. She grabbed my dick and jerked it fast and hard. I released right smack into her face, neck, and finally her breasts.

She pulled my dick and smeared the cum all over her breasts until my cock stopped its little jerks. Before I sat back and cooled off, I pulled out the tissues from the back of the car and wiped her off. I cleaned myself and dressed up. Then I got out of the car and had a smoke.

"That was great. I really enjoyed myself. Never had anyone licked 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 dropped me off at my place, kissed me goodbye, and left. She would leave the firm in a week, and I never tried to revisit the experience again. Why? Because that evening, Jill called 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 that I love; someone to always be there for you, to want you, and to 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.

The big mistake was forgetting 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, When 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. She grilled me to death for it, and well, things soured pretty badly as a result. Jill decided to not see me for a few weeks and 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 Zouk.

I wished I had done it differently, like taking a shower before meeting Jill that night. Sure, I had a good screw, but man, Jill is worth more than one hour of sex with a babe with a great body.

Martin tried his best to convince me that it was for the best that Jill left 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 bars and nightclubs.

But the truth couldn’t be farther from that. How many of us really end up with babes on a one-night stand? I must say that my chance with May was like a bolt out of the blue, and I made no mistake in believing that 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 up the girls available for the evening.

We found ourselves near the entrance and ordered a couple of tequila shots to get started and two jugs of Long Island. If you’re going to be depressed, you might as well get sloshed. So there we were that night, having ourselves a good-depressing time, bashing the women around us and laughing at the insecurity of the army boys 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, they looked so desirable.

Some were, but others were the fatter ones dressed in their tight tops and skirts; fat spilling left, right, and center — they should be banned from appearing in public dressed that way.