My attempt at sharing my experiences...

[callmebad]

sounds messy to me
either Jenny needs to report her case to police or seek counseling help
I don't think you have the capacity to help a wounded chick by just getting her to stay with you and another girl

[EnigmaofSorrow]

I waited at the kitchen table for roughly ten minutes before the both of them reappeared. Jenny was now dressed in the same army t-shirt. I wondered if she was ever going to wash it.

They took their breakfast, wanton mee for both of then, while I was having Nasi Lemak, out to the living room and plonked themselves down on the couch. I grabbed my food and followed them.

J: Sorry if I scared you.

Me: I think I scared you more.

S: Maybe you should stay away from her for awhile.

Me: I think that's a good idea.

J: It's ok. Really.

Me: No. I'll stay in camp. I don't want to traumatized you further.

J: It's not you. It's me. I freaked out when I felt a guys hand touching me.

Me: I'm sorry.

J: Not your fault.

S: How long will you be staying in camp?

Me: A week I guess. Let things settle down. You two will be ok right?

J: You don't have to leave. Really.

Me: Trust me. It'll be better for you.

S: Ok. So I guess we'll see you on the weekend?

Me: Yeah.

S: Sounds like a good arrangement.

J: Just stay? Don't change your routine just because of me.

Me: I'm not. I'll be working really late anyway. Got an audit coming up.

S: How convenient.

Me: Yeah.

J: You sure you're not doing it because of me?

Me: Partly. But really, I think you need to be away from guys, even me, until you're less jumpy.

J: Ok.

S: Can you cook on the weekend?

Me: Sure. What would you like to eat?

S: Oh I don't know. Try something you never made before?

Me: You mean like non-Chinese, non-Italian food?

S: Sounds good.

Me: Ok.

We continued chatting until we finished breakfast, Jenny went back to sleep while Shirley continued to watch TV. I went to kill hellspawn.

That night, I bade them goodbye and headed back to camp. Jenny looked a little uncomfortable. I think she was scared that Shirley might do something to her to take revenge for sleeping with me, but I was sure Shirley was not so malicious.

The next few days would be tough work-wise, and I was glad that at least Jenny would be taken care of. One less thing to worry about temporarily.

[callmebad]

you didn't mention about Jenny's family?
normally when comes to such matter, family moral support and understanding is more useful and relevant than your type of 'support'

[libraboy]

Jia you... Bro

[EnigmaofSorrow]

Originally Posted by callmebad

you didn't mention about Jenny's family?
normally when comes to such matter, family moral support and understanding is more useful and relevant than your type of 'support'

Both Jenny and Jason have sort of "cut-ties" with their parents. The current support I'm giving her may not be the best, but it's not the worst either..

[drslump99]

Originally Posted by EnigmaofSorrow

Both Jenny and Jason have sort of "cut-ties" with their parents. The current support I'm giving her may not be the best, but it's not the worst either..

Power up. Just hope u dun keep passing up good things. Maybe your past experience makes you what u r. Dun give up those that love u dearly.

[Sen5eS]

Originally Posted by EnigmaofSorrow

Anyway, thanks for all the compliments. This thread will really be my diary of sorts for me to reminisce on the past when my memory fails... Assuming the thread is still around.

Maybe you should archive it ... think you can do that from one of the options in the usercontrolpanel ... just in case you lose your digital diary voluntarily or not.

Yeah ... you've laid out your cards pretty clear (hopefully to shirley + jenny - whether the FB status remains or not depends I guess) ... start new then (wait for grace and contact nicole to tie up loose ends Maybe ?)

Each of them are intertwined with you ... and it's interesting to see how Shirley and Jenny have both "matured" like 1 bro pointed out Guess stepping out of the picture temporarily would give everyone time ... time to reflect

good luck on your "audit" week Ahead

[EnigmaofSorrow]

I stayed in camp the entire week, only booking out late at night for supper with Alex and the storemen, before booking in before the guards would refuse us entry.

Friday was a different story altogether.

We finished our stuff and Alex and I piled into my car. Against my wishes, he had booked me a slot for a massage at the spa in Punggol. He said he had already paid as he used some voucher and I had to go. I figured I had nothing to lose as he did say it was a clean spa, and I was actually looking forward to soaking in the jacuzzi or dehydrating in the sauna.

We reached the place approximately around 7pm, our massage slots were at 8.30pm. Keng was already there and sitting on his bike in the car park.

K: Eh, sergeant, you finally decided to come.

Me: Basket. Stop calling me sergeant.

A: Stop standing around and talking nonsense la. Let's go in.

We entered the spa and signed in at the reception. It looked relatively new. Apparently the staff there knew Alex on a first-name basis.

We headed to the changing room to get changed, kept our stuff in the lockers, took our cigarettes and headed to the food area to get drinks and proceeded to the smoking point. I was a little disappointed that there was no sauna, but there was a steam room, and the jacuzzi that was next to the smoking area was a heated one. I was a little surprised that there was no crowd, even though it was a Friday evening.

We soaked in the jacuzzi after our smoke. It took me a while to get used to the temperature, but it was rather relaxing. After that, we headed for a shower and slacked in the TV room until it was our turn for the massage.

I was led to a cubicle of sorts at the end of the room. The layout and design of the room cemented the belief that it was a clean spa, as only knee-high partitions separated each cubicle. There appeared to be curtains as well, but these were drawn. Across from where I was, there were massage tables, probably for the massages that required less force. I sat there on the mattress like a dumbass, not knowing what to do.

I heard Alex talking to someone. Probably one of the masseuses. I waited less than a minute before my masseuse appeared. It was really dark and I could not really see what she looked like, but she was petite.

M: Take off your top and lie face down.

I complied.

She rearranged the towel that acted as a pillow for my head, and started laying towels on me.

The massage was normal, not too hard, not too soft. I hated hard massages anyway, they caused more pain than anything, and had to stop her a few times when she pressed too hard. It was a little uncomfortable when she massaged my thighs and butt, as it felt really ticklish, and somehow, I felt blood rushing to my cock. I tried to get rid of the erection so I would not give her the wrong impression that I was some horny bastard.

M: Turn over.

I turned over and thankfully, my semi-erection was not very visible. She laid the towels on me again and continued massaging my legs.

As she moved up to my thighs, I felt her accidentally brush against my balls. Or maybe it was on purpose. She massaged the insides of my thighs. I felt the blood immediately rush into my nether regions.

Suddenly, she slid her hand into my shorts and massaged my balls. I almost jumped in shock. Was this supposed to be part of the massage?

I felt her press onto the points were the femoral arteries were and the instant she released it, I became super hard. Way harder than I ever was before. She squirted more massage oil onto her other hand and slid it into my shorts as well, coating my cock with the oil and slowly wanking me under my shorts and the towel while massaging my balls.

Within minutes I felt the urge to cum as I had not had sex for quite awhile.

M: Shooting soon.

I nodded.

She increased the pressure and pace on my cock and I released a huge load. If she had not put the towel there, I might have rendered the shorts unwearable.

She wiped the sticky mess off my cock and her hand, washed her hands with disinfectant and continued to massage the rest of my body as though nothing had happened.

Towards the end of the massage, she propped my shoulders onto her thighs as she knelt behind me to massage my head. I felt her boobs pressing on my head.

M: Long time never have sex?

Me: Yeah.

M: No girlfriend?

Me: No.

M: Handsome boy like you no girlfriend?

Me: No.

She stopped asking questions and finished the massage. I thanked her and headed to the smoking point where Keng and Alex were, having already finished their massages.

A: How? Good?

Me: Basket, I thought you say is a clean spa.

K: It is what.

Me: She gave me a handjob.

A: Haha. Then after that she wipe you right? Clean what!

Me: That's not very amusing.

K: Wah. So lucky. Normally I don't have the chance to get that particular masseuse. You pay her?

Me: No. Was I supposed to?

K: $50. Special mah.

A: Don't worry la bro. It's on me.

Me: What the fuck...

A: But shiok right?

Me: Ok la. She's damn good.

A: I always give you the good things la. Confirm plus chop guarantee!

Me: Whatever. But no more please.

A: Why sial?

Me: I told you before. I don't pay for sex. I don't like it.

A: And again bro, we don't have your luck. So many fuck buddies.

Me: I don't have any. Not now anyway.

A: Then pay for sex la. It's normal.

Me: No thanks.

We adjourned for a short while in the steam room before showering and I dropped them off at the MRT before heading home.

On hindsight, it was a pleasant experience. My first time getting a special from a masseuse.

[EnigmaofSorrow]

I reached back home, greeted Shirley and Jenny who were watching TV, took a shower and went straight to my new room. I logged on to Facebook to see if Grace had replied but I was unable to log in. I managed to reset my password and entered Facebook only to receive the shock of my life. Apparently I had been hacked. Most of my pictures were gone, my friends list looked strange, and my profile pic was that of a topless guy. My status update was changed to reflect my apparent new taste in men, and that they should call me for free sex.

I did not know if I should laugh or be angry. It was my fault after all for using such a simple password. It did not really matter anyway. I was hardly on Facebook, my recent activity was only to reconnect with Grace.

It did not help that my iPhone had decided to commit suicide a few nights prior and all I was left with was my crappy army phone. I guessed I would have to wait awhile longer until I got a new smartphone to get in touch with Grace.

In the end, I deactivated my account and let it be. I wondered if any of my friends actually noticed that I had been hacked as none of them had bothered to tell me. I turned off the computer and lay down.

Shirley entered the room and sat on the mattress next to me.

S: Kor, how's work?

Me: Tiring.

S: I'll be going shopping with Jenny tomorrow. So you don't have to cook for us.

Me: Ok. The whole day?

S: Should be.

Me: What do I do then?

S: You can come shopping with us.

Me: No thanks.

S: Then play computer games the whole day.

Me: Sounds good.

S: Addict.

Me: Anyway I do have something to ask you.

S: What?

Me: You're really ok with Jenny? I mean we used to, you know?

S: Kor, what's past is past. I'm glad you're back and around to take care of me. We don't have to be in a relationship to be happy right?

Me: Yeah.

S: I understand your need for freedom, to do your own thing. All I hope is that you'll be around for me when I need you.

Me: I will.

She gave me a hug. I hugged her back.

S: Sleep well. You look really tired.

Me: Good night.

S: Nite.

She left the room and I drifted off to sleep.

[creamiestlove]

Hey bro.glad that shirley has forgiven u alr

[144Upper]

You are good. What you wrote is therapeutic. Help me recall many of my younger days memories and reconcile some of my past.

Please cherish what you have now. I didn't have chance to give closure to some of the girls I love but hurt, please don't let such thing happen to you.

Thank you very much again.


144 Upper

[EnigmaofSorrow]

The weekend passed without incident. Shirley and Jenny went shopping on Saturday while I stoned in front of my computer and slaughtered multiple demons.

On Sunday, I went for a short jog in the morning before cooking breakfast for them.

Over breakfast, I raised the issue.

Me: I think I'll move back to camp.

S: Why?

Me: It's not very nice for me to hang around in the same house with 2 girls.

J: Who said I'll be here long?

Me: Will you?

J: Actually I'm considering renting the room. I'll be closer to Jason here.

Me: Your relationship with your parents still strained?

J: Yeah.

S: I don't mind having a flat mate. But what's the real reason that you wanna move out?

Me: Truthfully? I don't want to be in a situation where things can happen.

J: What things?

Me: Never mind.

S: Ok. I understand.

Me: I'll be back on weekends. My stuff will still be here.

J: Is there something I should know about?

Me: No.

J: Shirley, you're ok with me moving in right? I'll contribute to the expenses when I find a new job.

S: Sure.

I think Shirley looked a little sad when I broke the news. The previous agreement was that Jenny could only stay if I stayed as well. But that was before all this happened. The situation was different now. Besides, they were getting really close, something I did not expect to happen. Perhaps tragedy does bring people together.

I began to rethink my life again. Yes, I acknowledged that Shirley did have feelings for me still, but things were really different between us now. While I could be her fuck buddy if she wanted, it would not be right. As Jenny so rightly pointed out years ago, and Nicole recently, fuck buddies were precisely just that. Friends who have sex. That was it. There was supposed to be no emotional attachment, no feelings developed at all, and that was where I failed with Jenny and Nicole. Maybe it was because I knew them for such a long time, cared for them. Maybe feelings automatically developed? But in the long run, it was definitely not going to be healthy if either of us just kept sleeping with each other, while surpressimg our true feelings. I had to get myself out of the situation. Without the opportunity, there would be no outcome. Maybe it was better this way.

I packed my essentials and prepared to head back to camp that evening. I left Shirley and Jenny alone for the rest of the day. I guess they would find comfort in each other despite our checkered history.

Maybe I was destined to be single the rest of my life, with my right or left hands as companions. Or maybe one day I would find the perfect fuck buddy.

[Koizumi]

Thank you for the update.

[devilzQQ]

Bro TS, your story is in fact too powerful and someday u should compile it to PDF as a book format. LOL
UP u with my humble 3!

[kittymae]

Sounds like things are getting back on track for u. That's good to know
Ad I'm sure u'll find that perfect one out there! Jia youuu,