I had always wanted to try doing it, but yet at the same time, was scared of the risk and the consequences that it would lead to. Still, the thrill and novelty of doing it gave me a strong desire to want to do it.
That fateful Saturday night, I did it, with him.
He asked me if I had done it before. I said no, it was my first time. He promised to go slow, and be gentle. He asked if I could direct him. I said yes, but wouldn’t it be difficult to say anything during the act? He said nevermind, I could always point and indicate, and he would follow my directions. I nodded.
I got into position. It was weird to have to have my legs so wide open, being so close to a man. I felt a little awkward. He told me to hold him tight. I did, and it began.
He did as he promised, went slow and was gentle in the act. But, as we got more into it, things tend to get a little rough, and I started to perspire a little. He asked if I was ok, I nodded. He went a little faster, and I held on to him tighter.
He stopped a while when needed to, and always asked if I was doing fine. But sometimes, when things got intense, he would go faster and faster, and I would hold him tighter and tighter. I couldn’t help but slipped closer and closer to him. Sometimes, when I got too excited, and got too close, the sound of us knocking together made me want to laugh. But the thrill of the moment got the better of me, and I concentrated on trying to do things right. He asked me if he was in the right direction, I nodded, and he went faster and faster. I felt so high and scared at the same time, the urge to scream out loud was overwhelming.
When finally, the act was over, I got down. My legs were like jelly, wobbly, either due to the act, or still jaunted by the excitement. My hair was damp with perspiration. He asked if I was still ok. I couldn’t say anything, only nodded.
I gave my first time to him, someone I only met twice, and barely knew. That was my precious first time… on a motorbike!
Wahlau eh, that was definitely very impromptu, very unexpected first time! All thanks to my ex-colleagues, LT, KT and EH.
Remember I went to the BBQ at EH’s house, on the pretext of thanking the ‘brothers’ and ‘sisters’ of her wedding? And remember I said I strongly felt it was a matchmaking session? I was right! Because last Saturday, this time on the pretext of CNY gathering, LT invited us to her house. Unsuspecting, because I knew she has this habit to inviting people to her house for CNY, I went. Everything was as per normal – KT arrived with her boyfriend, I arrived, well alone, and EH arrived with her hubby. But when LT asked ‘Ei, EH, where is your friend?’ I started to suspect something was not right. How come EH’s friend (her hubby’s friend actually) is invited to a colleague’s gathering? Isn’t it weird? Then I knew. They are up to no good again. And true enough, the same guy appeared at the door not long after.
They tried to make things as casual and as normal as possible, which is good, because then things wouldn’t be so awkward mah. EH’s hubby talked with his friend more, and I went to look around at LT’s house (my first time there), and played with her 3 cute sons. We waited for LT’s hubby to return, then went for dinner. Somehow, he was arranged to sit beside me. But trust me, we did not speak a word throughout the dinner.
After dinner, EH’s hubby accompanied him for a smoke at the void deck, while we girls went up to LT’s house. LT couldn’t contain it anymore, and she asked ‘How do you find him?’. I just smiled and told them I had known their intentions since the BBQ, BUT I shall leave everything to fate ba.
Gambling session started – Blackjack, In-between, Mahjong. I had a little luck in everything :-)). LT started to check his background for me – how many siblings he has, what he is doing, education, blah blah blah. I just listened, and concentrated on my games.
Finally, when it was getting late, and everyone was tired, we all headed for home. I had wanted to take a cab home from LT’s house. Then, LT started to arrange for transport for everyone. She sent us down, and started ‘EH, you send KT and boyfriend back ok.’ EH of course agreed readily. ‘You (him), send Rose back ok.’ And he, of course could not decline. I started to object and said I could easily take a cab. LT was persistent ‘No! It is not easy to get a cab here. You (him) please send her home ok.’ I could only resign to fate that I could no longer put it off. I really felt abit awkward, because, well, I was wearing a rather low-cut top that day (I wasn’t expecting anyone I did not know!, and EH told me we were having dinner and heading for HV for a drink afterwards, so I sort of dressed up a little. End up, all of them turned up in – Bermudas!), and I did not feel comfortable being so close and have physical contact with a guy I barely knew. But I knew if I did not agree to do it, they would never let me go. So I did. When I looked back, I saw all of them giving me a big smile of victory. Bah!
He passed me a helmet, and I put it on. But being clumpsy, and first time putting it on, I did not know how to fasten it. He did it for me. Then when I got up, I did not know where to put my hands. Usually, in the movies, the girls will put their arms around the guy’s waist. But not knowing him that well, I was reluctant to. I finally decided to hold his shoulders.
I don’t know if I was leaning too close to him, but my helmet kept knocking his, and I felt so embarrassed and everytime I heard that ‘Kok’ sound, I wanted to laugh. And I am not sure whether it was the way I sat or what, I kept slipping downwards, which meant my crotch was literally on his butt. Awkward lor!
Other than that, I quite enjoyed the ride. It was nice, feeling the breeze on my face, and watching everything zoom past me so fast. Quite thrilling, actually.
It was my first time on a bike, yes by this time you all know. I had always wanted to do it, but could not find anyone to take me. This was actually my New Year Resolution for the past 3 years, but was never fulfilled. I had begged Mr. A to take me before, but he simply refused. I had sort of given up hope on it, so did not include it this year. Who knows, the year I did not hope for it, it came. Must be fate…
And oh, I finally went to have my ears pierced!
I hope it stays this time. *Pray for no infection* And I can finally wear all those ear rings I bought! Hurray!
That fateful Saturday night, I did it, with him.
He asked me if I had done it before. I said no, it was my first time. He promised to go slow, and be gentle. He asked if I could direct him. I said yes, but wouldn’t it be difficult to say anything during the act? He said nevermind, I could always point and indicate, and he would follow my directions. I nodded.
I got into position. It was weird to have to have my legs so wide open, being so close to a man. I felt a little awkward. He told me to hold him tight. I did, and it began.
He did as he promised, went slow and was gentle in the act. But, as we got more into it, things tend to get a little rough, and I started to perspire a little. He asked if I was ok, I nodded. He went a little faster, and I held on to him tighter.
He stopped a while when needed to, and always asked if I was doing fine. But sometimes, when things got intense, he would go faster and faster, and I would hold him tighter and tighter. I couldn’t help but slipped closer and closer to him. Sometimes, when I got too excited, and got too close, the sound of us knocking together made me want to laugh. But the thrill of the moment got the better of me, and I concentrated on trying to do things right. He asked me if he was in the right direction, I nodded, and he went faster and faster. I felt so high and scared at the same time, the urge to scream out loud was overwhelming.
When finally, the act was over, I got down. My legs were like jelly, wobbly, either due to the act, or still jaunted by the excitement. My hair was damp with perspiration. He asked if I was still ok. I couldn’t say anything, only nodded.
I gave my first time to him, someone I only met twice, and barely knew. That was my precious first time… on a motorbike!
Wahlau eh, that was definitely very impromptu, very unexpected first time! All thanks to my ex-colleagues, LT, KT and EH.
Remember I went to the BBQ at EH’s house, on the pretext of thanking the ‘brothers’ and ‘sisters’ of her wedding? And remember I said I strongly felt it was a matchmaking session? I was right! Because last Saturday, this time on the pretext of CNY gathering, LT invited us to her house. Unsuspecting, because I knew she has this habit to inviting people to her house for CNY, I went. Everything was as per normal – KT arrived with her boyfriend, I arrived, well alone, and EH arrived with her hubby. But when LT asked ‘Ei, EH, where is your friend?’ I started to suspect something was not right. How come EH’s friend (her hubby’s friend actually) is invited to a colleague’s gathering? Isn’t it weird? Then I knew. They are up to no good again. And true enough, the same guy appeared at the door not long after.
They tried to make things as casual and as normal as possible, which is good, because then things wouldn’t be so awkward mah. EH’s hubby talked with his friend more, and I went to look around at LT’s house (my first time there), and played with her 3 cute sons. We waited for LT’s hubby to return, then went for dinner. Somehow, he was arranged to sit beside me. But trust me, we did not speak a word throughout the dinner.
After dinner, EH’s hubby accompanied him for a smoke at the void deck, while we girls went up to LT’s house. LT couldn’t contain it anymore, and she asked ‘How do you find him?’. I just smiled and told them I had known their intentions since the BBQ, BUT I shall leave everything to fate ba.
Gambling session started – Blackjack, In-between, Mahjong. I had a little luck in everything :-)). LT started to check his background for me – how many siblings he has, what he is doing, education, blah blah blah. I just listened, and concentrated on my games.
Finally, when it was getting late, and everyone was tired, we all headed for home. I had wanted to take a cab home from LT’s house. Then, LT started to arrange for transport for everyone. She sent us down, and started ‘EH, you send KT and boyfriend back ok.’ EH of course agreed readily. ‘You (him), send Rose back ok.’ And he, of course could not decline. I started to object and said I could easily take a cab. LT was persistent ‘No! It is not easy to get a cab here. You (him) please send her home ok.’ I could only resign to fate that I could no longer put it off. I really felt abit awkward, because, well, I was wearing a rather low-cut top that day (I wasn’t expecting anyone I did not know!, and EH told me we were having dinner and heading for HV for a drink afterwards, so I sort of dressed up a little. End up, all of them turned up in – Bermudas!), and I did not feel comfortable being so close and have physical contact with a guy I barely knew. But I knew if I did not agree to do it, they would never let me go. So I did. When I looked back, I saw all of them giving me a big smile of victory. Bah!
He passed me a helmet, and I put it on. But being clumpsy, and first time putting it on, I did not know how to fasten it. He did it for me. Then when I got up, I did not know where to put my hands. Usually, in the movies, the girls will put their arms around the guy’s waist. But not knowing him that well, I was reluctant to. I finally decided to hold his shoulders.
I don’t know if I was leaning too close to him, but my helmet kept knocking his, and I felt so embarrassed and everytime I heard that ‘Kok’ sound, I wanted to laugh. And I am not sure whether it was the way I sat or what, I kept slipping downwards, which meant my crotch was literally on his butt. Awkward lor!
Other than that, I quite enjoyed the ride. It was nice, feeling the breeze on my face, and watching everything zoom past me so fast. Quite thrilling, actually.
It was my first time on a bike, yes by this time you all know. I had always wanted to do it, but could not find anyone to take me. This was actually my New Year Resolution for the past 3 years, but was never fulfilled. I had begged Mr. A to take me before, but he simply refused. I had sort of given up hope on it, so did not include it this year. Who knows, the year I did not hope for it, it came. Must be fate…
And oh, I finally went to have my ears pierced!
I hope it stays this time. *Pray for no infection* And I can finally wear all those ear rings I bought! Hurray!
2 comments:
May be this Mr.A moron thought riding a motorcycle is actually very very very dangerous leh. Imagine its like flesh wrapping the machine if anything happens...
BTW...theres not much room for doing it on a bike even if its a "harley"...ahehehehe he thrust..you shake and the bike will be on top of you 2...ahahahaha
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