[Shrouded]

I hugged Crystal for awhile longer.

C: Ok. I'm getting a bit uncomfortable.

I let her go.

Me: Why?

C: Your erection.

Me: Erm. It's not even touching you.

C: I'm uncomfortable that you're hard just from this.

Me: Oh.

C: Are you horny right now?

Me: No?

C: Huh? Then why are you hard?

Me: Automatic reaction.

C: So it's not because you want to have sex with me?

Me: Of course not.

C: Oh ok. That's a relief.

Me: You seem to have very narrow views on sex. And normal body functions.

C: I always thought if a guy is hard he's horny and he wants to have sex.

Me: Where exactly did you learn this from?

C: Sex education in school?

Me: You know the sex education during our school days was actually pretty bad right?

C: Is it?

Me: Yes.

C: So you're hard because of an automatic reaction you got when hugging me?

Me: Yup.

C: And you're not aroused?

Me: Well… it's a sign of physical arousal I guess. But it doesn't mean I want to have sex.

C: How come?

Me: Guys do get random erections for no reason at all.

C: That guy always told me, "Look how hard you made me. I'm so horny for you right now. I want to have sex." Stuff like that.

Me: That's just talking dirty.

C: But he was really hard. And leaking. "I'm so horny that I'm leaking pre-cum."

Me: That's seriously just dirty talk and normal reactions. But guys do leak pre-cum sometimes when they're aroused. Doesn't mean they want to have sex..

C: He will run his fingers up my arm and I feel a tingling all over. When Jason does that I don't feel anything. Just ticklish.

Me: Probably different pressure. Or he stimulated mentally first with his dirty talk.

C: That works?

Me: Apparently it does for you.

C: Why do I suddenly feel like I got conned into having sex with him?

Me: Were you really?

C: I don't know. I really enjoyed it. It felt so good. But now you're telling me all this, maybe I was manipulated.

Me: If you were wet it most likely means you were aroused. You wanted it physically and mentally.

C: So he manipulated me mentally into wanting it physically?

Me: Then he must be a very influential person. Or a magician. I don't see how that is possible. Unless you are weak-minded in the first place.

C: I don't think I am.

Me: Then you probably really wanted it, and he facilitated the process.

C: But it's so easy for him to make me wet. Like the first time he started touching me, kissing me, my panties were soaked. Jason tried for years and failed.

Me: I've had girls get wet just from blowjobs.

C: Huh.

Me: I'm not kidding. It surprises me too.

C: Maybe he's a sex god.

Me: Hahaha what?

C: Argh. Let's stop talking about this. It's making me want to call him to come over.

Me: Why?

C: I miss having sex with him.

Me: Are you aroused right now? Just by thinking about it?

C: I don't think so? I'm a bit excited though.

Me: I'll have to be more crude. Are you getting wet?

C: Of course not. I only get wet when he starts touching me.

Me: I see.

C: Don't get any funny ideas about touching me…

Me: I'm not.

I took out my phone and tried calling Jason again but his phone was still off.

Me: I'm trying to see where the hell Jason is.

C: Huh? Why?

Me: So that he can come back and try to arouse you?

C: For what?

Me: You're excited now right? So Jason can try. Then maybe you guys can work things out?

C: Ya right. He can't arouse me. I don't know why.

Me: I'm sure he doesn't know either.

C: But that guy can.

Me: So really, I think the problem is you.

C: Whatever.

Me: Other guys can arouse you but your husband can't. He tries his best and does what others do but still can't. High possibility it's you.

C: Guy. Not guys. I'm not a slut.

Me: Fine. That one other guy. Have you tried calling him during the past few years then?

C: Not close anymore. Don't want to cause issues with his wife or married life.

Me: How do you know he's monogamous?

C: Should be. Don't know.

Me: Did he stop wanting to see you?

C: I don't know.

Me: I thought you said he stopped seeing you?

C: No, I said we stopped when he got married.

Me: Who initiated it?

C: I did. I just stopped contacting him. I attended his wedding with Jason. He looked so happy.

Me: Ah. So you stopped. Maybe he didn't. You don't know. And if you don't ask you won't know.

C: I thought you wanted me to try with Jason. But now it seems you're encouraging me to contact this guy instead.

Me: Why not? It makes you happy. When you're happy, you're also happy with Jason and can tolerate whatever nonsense he's doing outside. Win-win situation right?

C: You're crazy.

Me: Maybe. But what's wrong with wanting to be happy?

C: Are you happy fucking around then?

Me: I'm happy that they're happy.

C: How do you know they're happy?

Me: Just a feeling.

C: You must be really good at sex then. Making so many girls happy.

Me: I'm ok.

C: But are you truly happy?

Me: I think my issue is that I place others happiness above my own.

C: Doesn't that hurt sometimes?

Me: It hurt when Isabelle left me just because I chose the Army over her.

C: Are you sure that was the reason?

Me: Yes. Maybe I didn't give her reassurance or stability.

C: So now you're happy doing whatever you're doing?

Me: I've little reason to be unhappy.

C: I feel better now after talking to you.

Me: That's good.

C: And I'll try with Jason.

Me: Good.

C: But I'm also going to contact the other guy.

Me: Erm.

C: It's only fair right? Jason gets to fuck around outside. It's normal for me to do it too.

Me: And if the other guy doesn't want to?

C: Then I don't know. Find a compatible one. Maybe.

Me: Well, it's your life. Your choice. Carpe diem.

C: What did you say?

Me: Carpe diem?

C: Someone said that to me before.

Me: Yeah. Seize the day. You only have one life. Enjoy it.

C: Thank you.

She leaned over to hug me again, but this time she placed one of her hands on my crotch.

Me: What are you doing?

C: Testing to see if you are aroused.

Me: Funny.

But I returned her hug anyway. And thankfully I didn't get hard despite her soft breasts pressing against me.

Me: I've got to go.

C: Thanks for chatting with me.

Me: My pleasure.

I left her place and headed back to the car park. My phone rang. It was Jason.

J: Yes bro. What's up?

Me: Where are you?

J: With Nat. Why?

Me: Phone died?

J: Yes.

Me: Oh ok. Not going home?

J: Not yet. OH SHIT!

Me: Huh?

J: Fuck… I forgot I was supposed to catch a movie with Crystal.

Me: You're dead bro. Good luck.

J: Fuck……. Are you home? Can you send me back?

Me: I'm out bro. You better grab or something.

J: Fuck fuck fuck.

Me: Bye.

I ended the call. At least he would be rushing home to try to pacify his wife. I hoped she didn't manage to contact the other guy and he was actually going over right now. Then again, that would be interesting.

I called Shirlyn and she answered. She seemed to be a little breathless.

Me: I'm on my way back.

S: Oh. Erm. Can you be back in an hour or so? Sorry.

Me: Are you having sex right now?

S: Yes.

Me: Ok bye.

I didn't need to ask who or why. Her guy probably felt bad and changed his mind.

I had time to kill so I headed to the coffeeshop to get a drink and a quick bite. It was rather late and not many stalls were open so I got a coffee and sat down. Barely five minutes later, Crystal sat down next to me. She had a plate of prata.

Me: Oh. Hello again. I see you've decided to wear a bra now.

C: Idiot. I'm out of the house. I have to wear a bra.

Me: Supper?

C: More like dinner.

Me: You drank on an empty stomach?

C: I was upset ok?

Me: Ah.

C: Anyway I texted the guy. He called me back. We chatted briefly.

Me: So he's coming over?

C: Nope. He's not feeling well. But he said he's good for a coffee someday.

Me: And sex?

C: I didn't exactly ask about that. I'm not so direct ok?

Me: I see. Anyway I managed to get Jason. His phone was dead.

C: And where the fuck is he? Which whore is he fucking?

Me: He doesn't go to prostitutes. Not that I know of anyway. And if you really want to know more about his activities, you have to ask him. If he comes clean then good. If he doesn't, then deal with it.

C: I'm going to kill him.

Me: How about you try doing what he likes instead? Like a blowjob?

C: When he just had sex? Are you crazy?

Me: He practices safe sex.

C: He better. Or I'll bite his dick off.

She chewed furiously on the prata as if she was trying to prove a point.

Me: Well, he's on his way back. You decide what you wanna do.

C: Why are you still here anyway? Not going home to be with your partner?

Me: I'm not with her tonight. She's busy.

C: Oh? With another partner then?

Me: Sort of. But I came over to check on you. Now she's busy too.

C: Is busy a euphemism for having sex?

Me: Maybe.

C: Sorry then. You could have been busy. But you were with me instead.

Me: I was busy. Haha.

C: The fuck.

Me: So I got some time to kill right now.

C: You wanna come up or something?

Me: Nah. Jason's on the way back.

C: So? It's not like we're getting busy or anything…

Me: What if he thinks we got busy?

C: Good for him then.

Me: Nah. You go get busy with him when he's back.

C: You're fucking hilarious.

Me: Indeed I am.

C: I think I can understand why so many girls want to get busy with you. It's not just getting busy. You really can make a person feel at ease and like you just by talking to them.

Me: I think we should stop using busy. It's getting a little irritating. Haha.

C: I agree.

She finished her prata.

C: Sorry to have kept you busy tonight. Hahahaha.

Me: Right. Really funny.

C: But thank you again.

She stood up and cleared her plate. I finished my coffee as well and cleared the cup. We went to wash our hands.

Me: Well, I'll make a move first.

C: Have fun being busy.

Me: Argh.

C: Bye.

She headed back in the direction of her house and I headed back to the car park. Along the way, I saw a car pull up to the drop off point and Jason exited hurriedly. The poor guy was practically running back to his house.

And he said he wasn't hen-pecked.

I sat in the car for awhile before starting the engine and driving back to where Shirlyn was. I wanted to soak in the tub properly this time. And of course, give her the hugs she wanted before I left. But who knows what her state she would be in when I returned.

Perhaps I would even be able to catch a glimpse of her mysterious guy.