Jill, Amanda & Esther (cont)
"Its so great to see you! Jack!" I was glad that she even remembered my name. Then she caught me by surprise by planting a peck on my cheek. "Who're you here with? Any new girlfriend hidden away somewhere?" I shook my head and asked "What about you?" She pointed over to a table of assorted guys and girls with her chin. "Your friends or colleagues? Heck! When did you get back? There's so much to catch up with. Wanna go out sometime?" I bombarded her with a string of questions. "How about now? I'm getting bored with these guys from work. Did you drive?" she had to ask one of the toughest question for a guy who doesn't own his own set of wheels. I shrugged my shoulders but she pulled out her keys from her bag.
By the time we got to the car, I could see that Esther was just that bit plastered. As we got in, I asked if she was okay enough to drive. She looked at me and said that I might be right to hang on a while before we got started. She flicked the ignition and turned the aircon and hi-fi on. The song came on "I don't have to sell my soul/ He's already in me..I don't need to sell my soul/He's already in me" And that brought back all the memories of JC. Esther was one of the few girls who actually appreciated my taste in music and The Stone Roses was one of the first bands we shared together. Not very romantic, but terribly attractive to a spotty youth into obscuro bands. So here we are, all grown up and still listening to the same band in the stereo.
She had kept her hair in a short bob which accentuated her Asian features and hiding further the fact that she had a little Caucasian in her. She had filled out a little better, but still with normal tits. What was probably most attractive about her was her slim svelte body. She looked toned and ready. The strange thing was that I felt attracted to her, but not lustful. Instead, it was more like puppy crush all over again. She tilted her head back and rested it on the headrest. The line of her neck was inviting. The alcohol kicked in again and I leaned over to give her a kiss, a tender one on her neck. She turned, almost slow motion like (again maybe because of the alcohol) and look at me. "Hey! We haven't even caught up with each other!" she tried to protest. "Don't you think we should have done something a few years back but never did?" she continued. I scratched my head and look even more dumbfounded than the alcohol had already made me. I didn't want sex, just comfort from the sadness I was in. Esther smiled.
We decided to go get a couple more drinks and head towards somewhere, anywhere to catch up on our missed days. The years seemed to roll away as we talked and laughed as she was driving along. After driving along aimlessly, we finally found a 7-eleven (again, kinda like a trend building up here!). We bought the drinks and drove off. A 6-pack of Hooch as well as some cigarettes. As I was paying, I looked over and saw the display rack for condoms. Somehow, I just reached over and bought a pack of my favourite white ones. Some women are known to be allergic to the spermicide, but I feel that this gives me the maximum sensation. Then again, I might just be wrong. All this while, Esther waited for me in the car. I got back in and she drove away. "Where to now?" I was curious. She said we could go over to her place.
"You mean you got your own place now?" I was a little surprised. "No silly, I still stay with my parents, but do you remember the roof access we had in our apartment? The one where we used to hang out at in the afternoons for tans and 'fun'?" she said 'fun' with a cheeky little smile aimed at my direction. Of course I remember the roof. It was a great make-out place, although some of the neighbouring condos could get a good view at us, we never went all the way up there and it at least offered us some privacy from her parents. So I usually managed to cop a feel of her young pert breasts, and she used to give my little brother a few fleeting rubs. But that was all, innocent teenage make-out sessions which never went beyond heavy petting.
She asked what was I doing and whether I was seeing anybody. I managed to dodge that question for a good while, somehow skirting the issue without giving any definite answers. Instead, I pried into her last few years. I found out she had returned only that year and was just starting to find herself in her new job.
She had spent longer than she should bumming out in Perth and later Melbourne, taking on a few jobs while over there, but her parents wanted her back eventually. So after stalling for as long as she could she gave in and came back. As for dating, she was not seeing anyone on a regular basis, but of course went out on dates every now and then. At the moment, she worked in a firm doing constancy for office networks, and hated her job. She was totally surrounded by these sex-starved guys, mostly geeks who constantly tried to get her to go out. "It's like they expect me to fuck around with them just because I am a girl, and I'm Eurasian," she fumed. I could see what she was talking about because she did look rather sumptuous with her slim shapely body and sometimes, come-fuck-me looks. We drove into her condo and parked, took out our drinks and proceeded to the lift. I patted my back pocket to make sure the rubbers were still there. I still didn't know if I was gonna get lucky, but I was not gonna get caught with my pants down and she demanding safe sex and me with no protection.
We opened her door quietly and moved towards the balcony. From there, it was a short trip up to the roof. I glanced at my watch and realised it was already 3am. Then I looked over at the other condos around us and checked out the coast to be sure it was all clear. We sat down at the deck chairs her father had set up on the roof and proceeded to shoot the breeze about all things under the sun while taking swigs from the Hooch. The Long Island was slowly wearing away, and it was nice to get all sloshed up again. Slowly, the conversation veered towards my availability status again. The alcohol got to me and I was washed over with melancholy as I related to her about what happened between Jill and me. She was initially unsympathetic and said I actually deserved it, peppering her comments with wicked little laughter. I looked over and discovered she was actually having quite a good time laughing at my misfortunes. As I looked at her laugh, she radiated, and I was swept back almost 6 years to the days when we used to be so carefree. I couldn't resist it and again, leaned over to kiss her. She reciprocated by closing her eyes and enveloping my lips. She bit down on my lower lip as I used my tongue to explore. Our tongues were in danger of intertwining helplessly as our limbs clamoured for the comfort of each other's body.
We were soon rolling on the floor, lips still locked together firmly and hands roving around, exploring formerly familiar areas. Her hands slipped under my shirt and caressed my back, occasionally scratching me with her nails. I tried my best to remove her body-hugging top, yanking it out from her pants and slowly lifting it to reveal her breasts. They were still covered up by her strapless bra that I did not even bother to unhook, but proceeded to pull them down exposing them to the cool evening breeze. Goosebumps formed around her nipples as they hardened to my touch and as well as the contact with the chill night. They were as exquisite as ever, slightly more bounces them I remembered them, but still as delicious as ever in that nice shade of pink. My cock was growing harder by the second as I rubbed the nipples of her right between my fingers and placed a longing mouth to suckle her left breast. I thrust my hard cock against her crotch and I was sure she could feel my hardness beneath her black tights. "Are you sure you won't regret this with Jill?" she murmured as I continued to rub my dick against her cunt. "I don't really care now." I answered.
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