My attempt at sharing my experiences...

[aceaceguy]

love ur 'life' experience and do continue sharing.

[Zzzgggbbb]

Wow..ur story is exciting...I sign in daily to wait for your next installment..
Quite pity Shirley and your current situation now... Keep it going bro.

[FirstTimeUser]

I guess you havent reached the reason why Jason regretted drinking with you at Shirley's place yet right? Do update!

[EnigmaofSorrow]

Originally Posted by FirstTimeUser

I guess you havent reached the reason why Jason regretted drinking with you at Shirley's place yet right? Do update!

Actually I didn't mean it that way. He was probably just uncomfortable and our main purpose of chilling out was lost...

[EnigmaofSorrow]

Originally Posted by Zzzgggbbb

Wow..ur story is exciting...I sign in daily to wait for your next installment..
Quite pity Shirley and your current situation now... Keep it going bro.

Don't pity Shirley or me. Rather, applaud her courage for making such a decision. And condemn my stupidity for allowing this to happen in the first place...

[EnigmaofSorrow]

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[EnigmaofSorrow]

It was around 4am when Jason and I finally finished the bottle. I kept the balance coke and green tea in the fridge and dumped the melted ice. I cleared the cups and washed them before laying them out to dry.

J: Smoke?

I glanced at the still dead Diane.

Me: Sure.

We crept outside for a puff.

Me: Sorry we didn't really get to chill.

J: No worries. Diane is an interesting character.

Me: Right.

J: I've never seen anyone so willing to put you down in front of others before. You really must have hurt her badly when you broke up.

Me: Dude. It was a cordial breakup.

J: How sure are you?

Me: We didn't go far. Can consider we were still dating?

J: Girls don't see it that way. When the right one comes along, they'll usually try to hang on to him. No matter what.

Me: So that means I'm not the right one.

J: Maybe then you were.

Me: It really didn't work out. Seriously.

J: Anyway you're back with Shirley now.

Me: I'm not.

J: You're not?

Me: I'm only hanging around to take care of her. That's all. There's no way we can be together anymore.

J: Why?

Me: I don't feel it's right.

J: Must be the baby. You don't feel right because it's not yours. And you wish she didn't keep it. Then maybe you could start over.

Me: Don't psychoanalyse me please.

J: Just say I'm right.

Me: I'm against abortion. So if she keeps the baby it's the right thing to do.

J: But you're bitter it's not yours.

Me: I'm bitter about a lot of things. This is not one of them.

J: You wish you could start over.

Me: I've moved on. Really.

J: So now you're really just fulfilling your job as a part-time husband?

Me: I'm her godbrother. I have to take care of her. It's like some unwritten rule in the godsiblings handbook.

J: Right. Now you know why I don't have a godsister.

Me: That's beside the point.

J: Well, as long as you know what you're doing, and you're happy doing what you're doing...

Me: Happy? I can't say for sure. But willing? Yes I am. It's my fault to begin with.

J: I bet you never expected your life to pan out this way.

Me: I bet you never expected to move out of your parents house so soon.

J: Don't change the topic. But no. I don't know how this escalated so fast. Dads been asking me to go home.

Me: And?

J: I made my choice. I'll live by it. Until they sort out their problems, I'll just live my life.

Me: Maybe they need your support?

J: They had it. Until now.

Me: Why are we even talking about the sad stuff?

J: I have no idea.

Me: Let's finish up and go back in.

J: Yeah. You sure you don't mind me crashing?

Me: Oh course not. Just don't snore too loudly.

J: Dude, I don't snore.

Me: I should record it and play it back.

J: The last time we slept in the same room was probably before army when we had playstation marathons.

Me: Yeah. It was bad enough then.

J: Now it's different.

Me: Nope. Don't forget sometimes I'm actually in Jenny's room...

J: Right. Thanks for reminding me.

Me: Yep. So don't snore.

J: Fine.

We finished our sticks and headed back in. Jason went to the toilet to wash up before retreating to the study room which was to be my permanent room. I had not entered yet but I guessed my air mattress was still there.

I headed over to the couch to get Diane to go to her room.

Me: Hey lazy. Let's get you back to bed.

She stirred.

D: Huh? Hmmm. Ok.

I slid her hand over my shoulder and sort of supported her to the room. She walked unsteadily.

Once inside, I placed her on the bed and turned to leave.

Suddenly, she grabbed me and threw me onto the bed, got on top of me and pinned me down.

D: You're not going anywhere.

[Lennyberg]

Originally Posted by EnigmaofSorrow

D: You're not going anywhere.

any chance of another update??? cant seem to get enough

[ska8er23]

read from page one. keep it up!

[EnigmaofSorrow]

Me: What are you doing?

D: Tonight, you're mine.

Me: Have you gone crazy?

I tried to struggle out of her grasp but somehow she still managed to keep me in place.

D: Move and I'll crush your balls.

Me: What?

D: Shut up.

In a flash, she removed her t-shirt, exposing her breasts. Although the lights were not on, the pale moonlight provided scant illumination. Her shorts were next and she stood there, just watching me.

Me: You're drunk.

D: Maybe. But it's your fault anyway.

Me: Jason and Shirley are next door.

D: So? You want them to join us?

Me: You didn't close the door.

I got up, pretending to want to close the door, and tried to formulate an escape route.

D: Try to run and I'll make sure they wake up.

She closed the door and locked it.

Me: Think about what you're doing.

D: Oh I'm definitely thinking.

Me: You can't make me do this.

D: Oh really?

She pushed me onto the bed again and grabbed my crotch.

D: You don't think I won't crush your balls?

Me: Crush lor.

She squeezed and I flinched.

D: Oh I'm sorry. Did that hurt?

I could not tell if she was being sarcastic.

As quickly as she removed her clothes, she removed my berms and underwear, exposing my limp cock.

D: Oh it's so cute and small. Shall I kiss it and make it better?

Without waiting for a reply, she took my entire flaccid member into her warm wet mouth.

It had been a very long time since I was touched, or even sucked, by anyone. Physically and subconsciously, I wanted this. But mentally and emotionally, I was not so sure that it was the right thing to do.

Diane's swirling tongue aroused the beast within and he grew slowly and surely in her mouth. She choked as it hit the back of her throat, and she released it, her saliva running down the shaft and coating my balls. She grabbed the shaft and wanked me slowly, using my foreskin to great effect while she teased my balls with her skillful tongue, spreading the saliva all around.

I squirmed and shuddered, trying my best to ignore my emotions and just enjoy the physical sensations. I had a strange feeling that I was about to get raped.

With one hand on my shaft, she pushed up my balls with her other hand and started tickling my asshole with her tongue. As it got wetter, she rubbed a finger around, teasing the entrance. I clenched hard, trying to deny her entry but my body betrayed itself again. Slowly but surely, my rectal muscles relaxed themselves under her touch. Her strokes were slow and deliberate. Soon enough, her finger was granted entry and she probed around for my prostrate.

I tried to hold back a moan, or was it a groan? But I could not. She stopped wanking and pulled my foreskin all the way down, teasingly licking my dickhead.

As she massaged my prostrate, I felt the familiar feeling of my balls tightening, indicating the imminent eruption of Mt. Penis. She continued licking the frenulum.

The first shot out came as a great release, having not released for quite awhile. The thick, creamy stream landed on her forehead and slowly trickled down her nose. Almost instantly, she wrapped her soft lips around my dick and sucked while continuing to stimulate my prostrate. Another stream burst forth and she coughed as it hit the back of her throat, but she swallowed it anyway. She removed her finger from my ass and massaged my balls, while continuing to suck and wank me. More stuff started oozing out, having lost velocity along the way. She did not stop there. The fourth ooze escaped and I shuddered violently.

As I felt my cock deflating from it's exertions, Diane grabbed the base, as it trying to stop the blood from flowing out, trying to maintain at least half of an erection.

She licked her lips.

D: You need to drink more water and eat more fruits.

Still holding on to my semi-hard cock, she mounted me and slid down. I felt my head hit her cervix.

D: Oh yeah..... You're not that small after all.

I wondered how she managed to get herself wet.

Knowing that she could not ride as I was not hard enough, she concentrated on grinding her clitoris on me while my cock was getting smashed inside her.

She lay down on my chest, pressing her soft globes onto me. She smartly avoided kissing me as I might have bit her tongue off.

After five minutes of grinding, I felt her pussy muscles clenching around what was left of my erection. She shuddered and suppressed a moan. I expected her to get off but she remained firmly stuck to my groin, and started grinding again.

I did not like getting used like this. But oddly, it was though I owed her a favor for giving me one of the best orgasms I had in months. So I just lay there like a sex slave and let her do what she wanted. At least she did not tie me up or hit me.

She continued grinding for what seemed like the longest time, and enjoyed a couple more orgasms in the process. I wondered what she would be doing if I was fully erect.

As if reading my mind, she got off me after her latest orgasm. I sensed an opportunity to escape.

D: Don't move. Or else.

I decided to comply. It was not that I was afraid of her, but I was afraid of what she was capable of.

She went to the table and took some wet tissues and wiped me clean before reintroducing my cock to her mouth. Within minutes, I was rock hard. Perhaps I should have drank more.

Without asking for permission, she mounted me and started riding like there was no tomorrow. The bed creaked like crazy. I was pretty sure that Jason and Shirley would have no doubt about what was happening. Damn Ikea furniture.

I was certain that I would not be able to cum again having just emptied my tank, so I let Diane ride on her own free will. Soft moans escaped her lips and she grabbed my chest and shoulders, occasionally digging her nails into my flesh. I felt her pussy contracting, as though she was about to have another orgasm. Even if she did, she did not stop and continued riding on her pleasure pole. Beads of sweat formed on her neck and slowly trickled down her cleavage. I had to fight the urge to fondle her tits and tease her now erect nipples.

I really wanted to flip her over and bang the living daylights out of her, probably ending with a titfuck considering she did have the right assets for it. Or perhaps a cum in mouth and force her to swallow my semen. But she already did that.

That would have been me last time. Exactly what I would have done. Similar to what I did with my Pinoy ex-boss. But the current me was different.

Now, I just lay back, closed my eyes, and let myself be subject to this sweet torture. Perhaps I could ask her to pay me for it.

[asdfghjkl]

very sexciting story, can continue?

[EnigmaofSorrow]

I thought the bed was going to break. Diane continued riding. Given her speed and roughness, it was a wonder she had not yet accidentally broke my cock.

I had the impression that most girls got tired of being on top after awhile and demand that the guy do his job. This one seemed to enjoy it. Perhaps it was a really good thigh workout for her. And there was no way I was going to service her. If she wanted pleasure, she could jolly well do it herself.

After what seemed like ages, a very wet (sweaty) Diane finally slid of my pole, which surprisingly was still rock hard. I could tell she was trying to catch her breath, as though she had just run a marathon.

D: Ok. I'm done.

I refused to reply and merely glared at her.

D: Don't you want to cum too?

I still did not reply. Instead, I grabbed my clothes and strode out of the room and straight to the common bathroom. Thankfully I had unpacked my stuff prior, otherwise I would have had to risk waking Jason in order to get my towel and toiletries.

I stood under the shower for a longest time. It felt like those cliched after rape scenes in drama serials where the actress just crouches under the running water, crying away. Of course I was not crying, but I kind of understood why those scenes were portrayed as such. It was as though the water could wash away the shame, pain and suffering. Not that I was in pain or suffering, but I did feel a little ashamed of myself. Ashamed that I could not stand up for myself and deny Diane. On the other hand, I hoped I was not racking up an enormous utilities bill.

After the shower, I proceeded to the living room and lay on the couch. But I could not sleep. Diane had not left the room to have her own shower yet. Suddenly I felt concerned. What if she had collapsed from the exertion?

I got up and opened her door. She lay on the bed, sweaty and naked, eyes closed, with a contented smile on her face. I guess I should just let her sleep. Something then possessed me and I went over to pull the blanket over her, in case she caught a cold. I then left the room and returned to the couch. This time it felt like a burden had been lifted and I drifted off almost immediately after my head hit the couch.

I was awakened by the realization that my surroundings were extremely bright. I struggled to open my eyes and sat up. My head was pounding slightly.

S: Why are you sleeping on the couch?

Shirley was already awake and sitting on the single seater, watching me. A bowl of cereal sat on the coffee table. I guess it was time for breakfast.

Me: Erm. Jason's in the study, Diane already took the guest room.

S: So why aren't you in the guest room as well?

I thought I detected a hint of jealousy/envy/anger in her question.

Me: Huh?

S: I know you two had sex last night.

Me: Erm.

S: You were that drunk?

Me: Er.

S: Am I supposed to get you drunk in order to get you to be intimate with me?

Me: Could we not discuss this? I'm sorry.

S: Why are you sorry?

Me: I shouldn't have done it.

S: It's ok. I knew sooner or later it would happen.

Me: Huh?

S: Diane usually gets what she wants.

Me: You knew that?

S: She kept asking me how you were in bed. How big you were. How long you could last. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what she really wants right?

Me: And you didn't warn me?

S: I didn't think you needed a warning.

Me: You indirectly set me up.

S: Nope. You set this up yourself. You got the alcohol, you got her drunk. You couldn't control yourself.

Me: I didn't want for it to happen.

S: Just like how you didn't want to give in when we were making out yesterday?

It felt like a slap in the face.

S: I thought you changed. For the better. Now it just seems like you are just pretending.

Me: I'm not. I really changed.

S: And yet you slept with her. I don't see how you've changed.

Me: Are you trying to chase me away again? Because it feels like that.

S: No. I just feel it's unfair that she could get what she wanted. And I can't.

Me: I feel like I was raped ok? I really didn't want to do it.

S: A likely story.

Me: Ask her if you don't believe me.

S: I'd rather you keep your sex life private.

Me: She'll probably tell you anyway.

S: True.

Me: So what do you want now?

S: I want to be treated the same.

Me: The same as what? Or who?

S: Whoever. Whatever.

Me: If you're asking me to attend to your sexual needs, there's no way that's going to happen.

S: Why not?

Me: I don't owe you an explanation. Can't you just be happy that I'm around?

S: I'm happy about that.

Me: Then don't ask for too much.

S: I know you're unhappy about this pregnancy.

Me: I'm not.

S: Then why treat me differently?

Me: I'm treating you the same. We didn't have sex all the time last time right?

S: I want more than what we had. I don't want this baby to come between us. I want to start over.

Me: That's not possible.

S: Why not?

Me: I can't say.

S: Then I'll kill the baby.

Me: Don't be absurd and don't threaten me. You know I'll support whatever choice you make. But if you abort the baby I swear you'll never see me again.

S: This coming from a Catholic who never goes to church.

Me: Not going to church doesn't mean a thing.

S: Then tell me why we can't start over. Baby or no baby.

Fuck. What was I supposed to do now?

[kochheckler]

well-written narrations.. been following your posts and can really tell that you are really trying.. keep it up.. waiting for more of your updates.

[FirstTimeUser]

Shirley really still have the same feelings for you. Being able to say something like 'giving up the baby' kind of speaks volumes about your importance to her. And Diane is damned freaking wild.

[EnigmaofSorrow]

Strangely, I was saved by Diane who had woken up and was heading to the bathroom.

D: Good morning!

I ignored her.

S: I bet it was good for you.

D: Well. You know it and I know it.

And she disappeared into the bathroom.

Me: I know she's your best friend and all that. But was this really necessary?

S: Well, given your nature, and that we weren't exactly in a committed relationship, why should I even be concerned if she wants to sleep with you?

Me: I thought you liked me.

S: I did. Maybe I still do. Then you walked out on me. Then I met someone else. Then you know what happened next.

I decided to come clean this time.

Me: Do you blame me for all this?

S: No.

Me: Are you sure?

S: Do you blame yourself?

Me: Of course I blame myself. I didn't appreciate you even though you were probably one of the best things that happened to me. I didn't treat you as well as I should. I made so many mistakes.

S: You leaving made me realise I cannot pin all my hopes on a single person. And yet I made the same mistake.

She got up and sat down next to me.

Me: I'm sorry.

S: So tell me why we can't start over? It's really the baby right?

Me: Do you really want to know?

S: Yes.

Me: Yes it's the baby. I'm not ready to be responsible for something that isn't mine. I'm not comfortable with the idea. But I have to be responsible for causing you to be in this state in the first place.

S: I'm not asking you to be the baby's father.

Me: Then why do you want me around?

S: I know you. Despite your flaws, I know that you will take care of me and be by my side. I've known you for more than a decade. And you're the closest friend I ever had. Besides Diane.

Me: That doesn't seem like a good reason for wanting to start over.

Shirley stared deep into my eyes.

S: That's exactly the reason. I'm mostly happy when I'm with you. I want someone who will take care of me. I trusted the wrong guy and he left. But maybe it's because I didn't know him that well. I really can see us together in the future, being happy and all that. Can you?

Me: I don't know.

S: So that means that after I give birth you'll leave again? Leave me alone to fend for myself?

Me: I don't know.

S: You don't have to like the baby. It's mine, not yours. You just have to be there for me.

Me: Then what will happen to the baby?

S: It will be my son or daughter. That's all there is to it.

Me: And how do I fit into the picture?

S: You're my new life I guess.

Me: After all I did and everything that happened, you still want me back?

S: Yes.

Me: I think you really put too much faith in me.

S: I trust you won't hurt me again.

Me: Technically I just did again.

S: How?

Me: With Diane.

S: Doesn't matter. I'm over you sleeping with others.

Me: Right.

S: But when we really decide to make a commitment to each other, you better not be doing all this.

Me: I really tried to change. I was almost there.

S: You can't be seriously saying Diane raped you.

Me: Well...

S: It takes two hands to clap.

Me: Ok. Fine. I won't argue on that point.

S: Now can I at least get a hug?

Me: Ok.

Shirley lay her head on my shoulder as we embraced.

Diane finished her shower and joined us.

D: Awww. That's so sweet. I guess this means I won't get anymore sex from you?

Me: That was hardly sex. You merely had your way with me.

D: And it was damn good.

S: Thanks for reminding me what I've been missing.

D: I'm sure you'll get some when the time is right. Though seriously I couldn't judge his skills in bed. He just lay there like a dead fish.

Me: Isn't this something you two should be talking about when I'm not around?

D: Well, if you actually played your part in making me feel good... But I'm impressed at how long you stayed hard.

S: Oh he's good. I guarantee that.

D: I can't wait.

Me: What makes you think it'll ever happen?

D: You don't have the balls to try?

I released Shirley from the hug.

Me: You're being quite contradictory.

S: How so? We haven't made a commitment to each other yet. You're free to do what you want. Just be around for me.

Me: So I'm basically just your sex slave?

D: I don't mind. Do you?

S: Maybe I'm really horny thanks to this baby, but for now I wouldn't mind either.

Me: You're both nuts. I gave up sleeping around and came back here to be a better person for you and now this?

S: A leopard doesn't change it's spots. Men always want sex. If I don't give it to you what's stopping you from finding someone else? I'd rather it be someone I know than some random person.

Me: That's the most liberal viewpoint I've ever heard from you.

S: Look. None of us are saints. If this is what makes us happy and keeps us together then I can turn a blind eye.

Me: And this wasn't your sentiment before I left?

S: I've learnt from that mistake. And I moved on. I want us to be happy.

Now I was really confused. This Shirley was totally different.

I turned to Diane.

Me: And what's in it for you?

D: Nothing really. I thought were could be a couple. But I guess not. I have my needs too, and rather than finding some random guy in a club, why not use the one that's available?

Me: I'm not here to be used.

D: I already did.

Me: And I'm not very pleased about it.

D: I'm sure your cock was fucking happy when he ejaculated.

S: I think we better stop talking about sex for awhile. I'm getting a little horny.

Me: Great idea.

D: I'm satisfied for now.

Me: And I'll not be used by either of you. This will never happen again.

D: If you can control yourself.

Me: I'm going out with Jason for lunch. You two can continue whatever previous discussion you were having.

I went into the study and shook Jason awake.

I wondered if I should seek his advice on this matter, for surely he would be laughing his ass off.