Alone…maybe not (conclusion) part 1

HI readers,
Its been quite some time since I put up my last post. Been very busy with work, and trying my best to put my story together. Every story has to come to an end, for this story there is no exception. So without further delay, the first part of conclusion is to be rolled out.

As he lied on the bed, he smiled and did not utter a word as if agreeing to what I had said. As I rested myself on top of him, the warmth of his body made me feel sleepy. As we lay our exhausted bodies to rest, we gradually fell asleep, not saying another word…..

As I woke up, I could feel his heartbeat with my right hand on his chest. The rhythm seemed to make me feel nostalgic. It was quite some time ago when I felt the rhythm of his heartbeat with him beside me. As if still in the realm of sub consciousness, my hands started to caress his body as I playfully put my hands at his pubic area. I could feel it growing in my hands as he stirred a little.

“Good morning my dear,” I looked at him in the eyes as I spoke softly.

“Good morning, darling,” his murmurs were hardly audible.

He was still stupefied as I smiled at him while trying to seduce him. It was so fun doing that when he was still in that dreamy state. As he slowly woke up, I could feel that other parts of his body seemed to have woken up too in tandem. He did not hesitate but to put my hands all over my bare body as he kissed my lips. As one of my hands was on his face, my other hand went down below. I wanted to make it easier for him later on.

Soon, our hands were touching every inch of each other’s body. Every touch and caress seemed to alternate between lust and love. It was such a deep understanding of each other that even we cannot fathom. We knew exactly what to do next.

As his fingers penetrated in me, I could feel the intensity of the pleasure he was giving to me. I could not help but moan a little. My moans grew louder and huskier as I could feel the intensity grew. I mustered my strength as I pulled him on top of me and held his waist. I pushed him inside me. I didn’t want just his fingers in me, I wanted him to give me good sex. As he stretched my legs apart and upwards to where his shoulders were, it was just simply raw passion connecting both of us so deeply.

As I tossed my head from left to right, my hands were pinned down by his hands and I could feel the inner strength from his hands increased as I could feel his climax and within the next few seconds, it was my turn. As our energy levels went down a few notches or so, my legs dropped to the bed with a soft thud as our kisses deep in each other’s mouths came.

“Lets head to the bathroom and have a quick shower, I have to go to work,” I looked at the corner of my eyes to see that the sunshine slowly seeped in through the bedroom window.

As we entered into the bathroom, I stood behind him as I took a lot of shower cream and rubbed his back, with my hands slithering down to his buttocks and his legs. He quavered a bit when my hands were at his bottom. As my hands went up to his front part of his body, I could not help but touch his pubic area. My hands paid attention to as I giggled cheekily to myself and bit my lip to prevent him from hearing it. As his body was full of shower cream, he turned around and then did the same to me. As he applied the shower cream onto me, I shivered for a while when his fingers were at my private areas, he seemed to want to put his fingers in but he did not, as his hands went up to my breasts and slowly massaged them with the shower cream. I could not help but moan a little and I grabbed his face and I just put my mouth deep into his.

“I am really happy to be together with you, please don’t ever leave me ok?” my words came out the moment our mouths broke away.

As he pushed me gently to the wall, and tried to kiss me again, I knew what he wanted.

“I just said I have a quick shower, and nothing else,” my words were put across cheekily with a wide smile on my face.

As we finished showering, I felt very refreshed as I got ready to go to work.

“You seemed to be in a good mood. Your boyfriend fetched you to work?” Jocelyn seemed to brighten up upon seeing me being in a good mood.

I nodded my head as I was flushed red in the face. Her voice was pretty loud in the question and I believed that the rest of the people within sight could hear her.

“Hey, your boyfriend wake up so early to fetch you go to work, or he spent the night with you and then fetch you to work?” Jocelyn’s whisper was replied with a playful slap by me on her wrist.

As the days go by, we met everyday and I really enjoyed every outing that we had together. Sometimes, even though it could be going to the same old places, it seemed like a different experience. It was discovery of something new about each other every time we met, but we faced one major obstacle. As we talked about plans of the future of our relationship, we were concerned about whether Kenneth’s parents could accept me as their daughter-in-law considering the fact that I was a single mother.

“Kenneth, where are we going tonight?” I asked after I planted a kiss on his lips after going into his car.

“We are going to my home,” his reply came as a surprise to me.

“I want you to meet my parents, I think it’s the right time,” he continued without looking at my reaction.

Butterflies started churning in my stomach as I felt unprepared. I felt that I needed to prepare a script so that I would say the appropriate things at the right times and to give a good impression on his parents.
As my mind wandered off trying to think about how to make sure that things would not go wrong, I had already reached his home. Although he had come to my home countless times, I had yet to go to his home.

As he parked his car in the porch, his semi-detached house was at the corner of the entire estate. As I entered into his patio, Kenneth pushed open the sliding door to let me in first. I was greeted by the living room filled with very lively furniture. The tan leather couches seemed to be surrounding that of the sixty inch plasma television. The carpets blended in well with the marble flooring and there was a large display case with pictures, trophies and such. The sunlight which shone in seemed like a big spotlight on a specific area on the floor.

“Hello, you must be Clara. Nice to meet you,” Kenneth’s mother came out from nowhere while I was admiring the house.

“Sorry, auntie. I did not see you just now,” I nervously shook her outstretched hand.

“My husband would be coming down soon, please take a seat. Make yourself at home,” Kenneth’s mother pointed her hand to the couch.

“Kenneth, go upstairs and see what that old man is doing. He must be taking his own sweet time again,” Kenneth’s mother seemed to be barking orders at him but her tone was half-serious half-joking.

As Kenneth went upstairs, my nervousness seemed to have dropped a notch or two. The pressure of talking to my possible future mother-in-law eased as we could manage to find common topics to talk about. I felt that she was not a typical traditional woman at her age and that I felt at certain moments that I was talking to a friend.

“Dinner can be served,” the maid sounded out.

“Let’s go over to the dining table, the two men would be down in a minute,” Kenneth’s mother spoke as she punctuated her sentence with her palm on my hand.

As Kenneth and his father came down to the table, I was greeted warmly by his father. His father was a chirpy man and every sentence out of a few of them contributed laughter to the table. As I helped myself to the wide spread of food, it had been a long time since I had sat down on the dining table to have a proper meal with a family. As I put my hand below the table, Kenneth discreetly put his hand on top of mine.

After an hour when we had finished our dinner, we still continued to sit at the table and our conversations could vary from topics to topics. As his mother spoke, my mind wandered about, hoping that it would be great that I would be able to settle down in this family and be able to have family gatherings almost everyday, but I thought to myself that Andy would be an issue. Would his family accept?

“Clara, how many brothers and sisters do you have in your family?” his father’s question seemed to be harmless but I was stunted for a while, not knowing what to say.

“I have two brothers,” my voice seemed to become softer as I spoke.

“I am teaching her son too, that’s how I know her,” Kenneth’s words came out almost like a bullet train from his mouth which caught me by surprise including his parents.

“What do you mean?” his mother seemed not to catch what he was saying.

“She has a son with her ex-boyfriend. Her son is now fifteen years old,” Kenneth’s words were slower as I felt that he did not know what would be the consequences of him blurting that out to his parents.

I nudged him as I tried to withhold my tears. I felt very pessimistic that his parents were not going to accept me in any way.

Kenneth’s father stared at me seemingly in disbelief. I dared not look at him in the eye as I could not take it anymore. The worst scenarios came flooding into my mind and that led to the opening of the gates which held my tears for the past one minute.

“Sorry, I need to go to the washroom,” I turned my head away trying to avoid eye contact.

“Wait, I know that you are upset that Kenneth brought it up because you are afraid that we would know about it right?” the voice of his father’s became louder as he spoke.

“I grew up without my father too. My mother back then, was a disgrace to the family and also was ashamed to face her neighbours too. My mother was a very strong woman and brought me up to where I am right now. I really admired my mother a lot and I was hoping that she could remarry and I could have a stepfather whom can love my mother and I but she did not want to. During my era, our society was more conservative and very few men would want to marry such a woman. You are only in your early thirties and your son is already fifteen years old. Life must be hard on you. My wife and I are open-minded for our generation and we want the best for Kenneth too as well,” his father’s word became softer and some how it brought my tears to a stop as I heaved a sign of relief.

His mother came over and put her arms around me as my tears trickled down my cheeks. I smiled with happiness. I felt that the whole world was evolving around me.

“My dear child, everything would be alright. My husband and I accept the way you are. It was a good thing that Kenneth spoke and not to hide anything from us. Do not live in the past and just look into the future. I believe you are a very responsible woman and a strong one too and that I am very fortunate that Kenneth has found that in you that made you all fall in love with each other,” her words made me embarrassed as I looked at Kenneth and turned my head away giving an awkward smile.
As I headed up to his room, his room was big and spacious. As his furniture sparsely filled his room, I went through his wardrobe when he was showering and looked at the various trophies and displays that he had at the corner of the room. My hands caressed the many books on his bookshelf and I sat on his bed.

As I turned my head towards the window, an arm suddenly pushed me down to the bed.

“Kenneth, stop playing,” I shouted at him as I was caught by surprise.

I was greeted with a kiss and as our lips were locked into each other, his hands started to caress my body. As he started to pull up my blouse a little, a knock on the door followed by a voice came.

“Kenneth, can you come down for a while together with Clara?,” the voice belonged to his mother.

Kenneth immediate sprang up as I quickly adjusted my blouse. I grabbed my bag and went down to the living room with Kenneth.

“Both of us really enjoyed your company, Clara. It was really nice to meet you. We need to go over to my mother’s home for a while. She needs some company and a little help in her home,” his mother’s voice came with a slight smile directing at Kenneth.

“Mani, we are ready to go, please take all the things which are prepared on the table and put them in the car,” she shouted into the kitchen which was replied by a muffled voice.

As I looked into the kitchen and into the backyard, I did not realise that there was a small pool in there too.

As they left, it was already eight plus in the night. Kenneth grabbed my hand and went upstairs. We had the whole house to ourselves. As we reached into the room, Kenneth went to the wardrobe instead.

“I got you a bikini too. At that point of the time when I bought your lingerie and it fitted nicely, I subsequently bought a set of bikini for you,” his words brought a short burst of laughter as he held them up.

“You have got all these planned up, don’t you?” I shook my head as I could not believe what he had bought for me as well.

“My parents go over to my maternal grandmother’s home at night. They would normally be back slightly before midnight,” he spoke as he took out his swimming trunks too.

As we got changed, he took my hand and brought me to the pool.

“It must be very expensive to have this pool inside your backyard,” I looked in awe at the size of the swimming pool. It was oval-shaped but it was quite deep.

The fence surrounding the pool had plants and trees strategically placed to cover the entire fence. It was a pity that there was a shelter on top of us as we stepped into the pool. The pool was about 1.2 metres deep. The moment that we stepped into the pool, we hugged each other as we kissed. Our near bare bodies rubbed against each other. As we caused the occasional rippling of the water in the pool, we started to caress each other. His touches on my bare skin sent a tingling sensation to my nerves. As he sat at the edge of the pool, my hand went down to his groin. My palm cupped them as it grew larger. With a strong pull of my hand on his trunks, I started to stroke his bare shaft which brought soft moans as his hands began to massage my breasts.

“Let me go underwater for a while,” I gave a naughty smile as I put his hands off me.

As he sat at the mini step just submerged into the pool, I put his shaft into my mouth and I started sucking on it. As my nose was barely above water, I stopped for a while as the small splashes of water started to irritate my nose. Without knowing, his trunks were already on the floor of the pool as he was completely naked in the pool.

Without hesitation, his lust for me dominated over his other senses as he became aggressive and removed my bikini bottom. As he turned me around, I could not help but bend over and put my hands on the side of the pool to support myself. As his penetration went deep into me, I could not help but give a slight groan. As his penetration went deeper, his hands cupped my breasts with my bikini top still on.

My mind seemed to wonder into the deep realms of fantasy. I felt as if I was already married to him and that I have given my all to this man. He met almost every of my needs and wants

“Do what a man needs to do,” I ordered him as I closed my eyes.

The end.

oops. What does she exactly mean? catch it in the next part!

Alone….Maybe not. (part 7)

HI everybody,

Sorry for the delay. I was busy with work so I was not able to write part 7 so fast. Well, its time to roll it out then!

The story reaches to another level...

“I have something to tell you, but I do not know if it’s the right time,” I smiled at him as I outlined his cheeks with my fingers.

It seemed to be on purpose to what he had mentioned something similar quite some time ago.

“I would like to say yes to what you had told me the last time popped the question towards me,” my words were trying to hint indirectly to Kenneth that we can start a relationship.

Kenneth did not say a word as he hugged me tightly.

“Hello, Darling,” Kenneth’s short sentence seemed to cause a stir in my emotions.

“Hello my dear,” my reply was brief too as my mind was blank, not knowing what else to say.

We seemed to be like two people lost in the sea of emotions not knowing what to do as a couple. As our heads neared each other, I did not know why I started to pant. It was as if I was about to engage my first kiss with him. The anticipation of what was going to happen next seemed to give me a tingling nervous feeling down my spine. As our moist lips had the slightest touch on each other, our kiss became instantly passionate and deep. We did not care if there were other passers-by who would be looking into the vehicle but we just felt we were in our own world; a world with just the two of us.

As our lips finally parted, I panted a little. I did not know why but the feeling of being close to him is different from last time. I felt that I have a sense of belonging in his heart. I felt that at least a portion of the puzzle had been solved in my mind. It was definitely beyond words that I could describe how I felt at that point of time.

“I do not know Andy would react to it if he finds out about this,” my words seemed to have come from the first logical thought that came in my mind in the evening.

“I believe Andy would understand and he would support us,” Kenneth seemed to be optimistic.

“What about your parents? Do you think they would accept me?” I seemed to be thinking too far ahead for we had only just started the relationship.

“Let’s take it one step at a time. I believe that my parents would be fine with our relationship and give us their blessings too,” Kenneth’s optimism seemed to drop a notch or two but he hid it very well.

“I would need to go upstairs now, I would meet you soon,” I looked at the watch and realised it was late.

As I went into my room, I heard a knock on the door.

“Yes , my dear son. You want to talk to me? Have you finished your homework,” I patted his head as he approached me.

“Mr. Kenneth is a very nice person. Since he is single, you can consider him to be your boyfriend? Then I can see him everyday when he comes over and I can talk to him. He teaches me very well and I enjoy talking to him!” Andy’s words with a dash of innocence seemed to have strung in me that I had not told him the extent of the relationship that Kenneth and I were having.

“Andy, be a good boy ok? Listen to mummy’s words. Go back to your room and sleep. It’s late. Tomorrow you still have to go to school in the morning. Don’t expect me to wake you up in the morning again,” I smiled sweetly not only to him but to myself as I tried to avoid his question.

As I put the pillow upright against the headboard of my bed, I started to think to myself about how events unfolded at such a fast pace in recent months. As my phone short message service alert came, I looked at the phone. It was from Kenneth.

“I would need to go to Taiwan for a week with my parents. My grandparents are residing there and I would need to leave tomorrow to see them with my parents. It’s pretty urgent. I miss you, Darling. I would come back as soon as I can to meet you,” the long message read.

“Have a safe trip ahead. I miss you too, my dear,” I typed and sent the message.

It’s only a week, I thought. It would pass very fast and I would get to see him again. With my thoughts wandering about other miscellaneous matters, I subconsciously fell asleep.

As the days past, it felt increasingly difficult as I did not know why I needed his presence badly. The short messages that were exchanged came every few hours. There were at times when I was distracted at work that Jocelyn who was sitting beside me had to “wake” me up so that I could get my thoughts back on track to work.

It had been a week. I did not receive any messages from Kenneth for the past two days even though I had sent him multiple short messages. I was worried that something could have happened and I prayed hard that everything was fine. It was at that moment that I realised how important Kenneth was in my life.

It was a Tuesday night. It was a rare moment when I had dinner and a few drinks with my ex-classmates. On that night, I had forgotten totally about Kenneth. As I walked towards my apartment, I was a little drunk and I attempted to open the padlock to the door as I stabbed about almost every key into the keyhole not bothering about which key it was. As my frustrations of trying not to unlock the door ease when the right key was finally inside it, a pair of arms suddenly was put around my waist. I was shocked at first but when I turned around, I was very elated to see Kenneth.

“I miss you so much Darling,” Kenneth’s voice was hardly audible as if afraid that anybody else would hear when I turned around.

“I have a small gift from you from Taiwan,” Kenneth passed to me a small bag which was very light.

Without much further delay, I opened the bag and took out the bra. It was a black lace demi cup bra. I looked at it in amusement as it was the first time a male bought for me a piece of lingerie.

“I saw some models in Taiwan wearing it. It’s a promotion I think at the shopping mall and I kind of thought that you would look good in it and had a bit of help for your size. I hope I was correct,” he stammered a little as he paused to consolidate his thoughts and his words made me feel a bit embarrassed.

With my cheeks still red with embarrassment, I laughed at him in a harmless innocent manner.

“You are so adorable right now,” his statement was punctuated with a kiss on my lips.

“Let me go inside the home first to see if Andy is asleep,” I looked at the watch and it was already nearly midnight. I just wanted to confirm that he was asleep.

His bedroom door was locked and I knocked a few times. There was no answer.

“Come in,” I whispered to him as I went back to the main door.

“Why don’t you try it on and see if my present fits you?” his question shot out upon closing the bedroom door behind him.

“Why don’t you help me to see if it fits me,” my cheeky reply was greeted with a small chuckle on his end.

As I took deep breaths in anticipation of what would happen next, I started to quiver a little as he started to unbutton my blouse. As he took it off, I turned around and my back was facing him.

“Unbuckle it,” my whisper was barely audible and I could feel his fingers slowly unhooking my bra.

As I wore my new bra and adjusted it, it fit snug around my curves perfectly.

“Thank you for your present,” I admired myself at the mirror on my right hand side.

“You really have a nice cleavage and your curves are enhanced by the design of the bra,” his comments seemed serious as he looked at my chest which made me laugh.

“You sound like a professional when you say that,” my sentence was disrupted by short burst of laughter.

As I turned around to face him, his serious look made me stop laughing. As his kisses were gentle on my forehead to my cheeks, they became to become more intense and passionate when they reached to my neck. I held his shirt by the side of his arms as his kisses on my cleavage were sensual and seemed to send electric pulses to my spine as I shivered a little, having a sense of nervousness and the release of tension seemed to be slowly oozing out of my body.

As they became more intense and I could feel that his lust for me was projected out through his kisses, I became a bit more aggressive as I unbuttoned his shirt. I could feel my female hormones starting to rage a little. As I almost literally pulled off his shirt, my hands trembled a little as I held on to his jeans and his bare torso was on mine. The only piece of cloth which separated our skin to skin contact in certain areas was his present.

“I miss you so much,” his voice was quavering as he was breathing heavily, his hands unzipping my skirt.

As our mouths were engaged to each other, our hands were caressing each other. As our lips parted, our hands were on each other’s clothing, desperately trying to remove it. As we struggled a little, my skirt, his jeans and our underwear except for my bra were thrown all over the floor randomly. As we hugged each other, our kisses were deep as our tongues were deep into each other’s mouth. I was very aroused as his fingers were rubbing near my private area and I in turn did the same to him.

As he pushed me down gently on the bed, he lay on top of me and his domination on me turned a few notches up to my arousal. As his hands pinned my hands down on the bed, my legs were spread out automatically in front of him and I could feel the penetration from him in me. I really missed having sex with him. It was not only a concoction of love and lust but also an alternation between passion and mutual understanding.

He was very vigorous and aggressive and I felt very sexy with just my bra on and one of the straps slipped off my shoulder during our love making session. His hands paid full attention to my breasts as my head turned to one side and my eyes closed, my soft moans of pleasure came out naturally.

I could see that his aggression increasing slowly as my moans became louder. My milk jugs bounced a little in rhythm while we were making love. His stares at them were obvious as he was enjoying what he was looking at making me feel good that I was very attractive in his eyes.

As my legs were wide apart, I slowly place them closer together. His legs slowly shifted outwards and soon my legs were as close together as possible. I could feel through my body that he was enjoying it more. I knew that by doing that, I could raise the level of pleasure for him to another level.

As his eyes shifted to mine, his intense look at my eyes were a familiar one. Without taking off any eye contact, I slowly took off the bra and put it beside me on the bed.

“Go all the way for me,” I tried to utter my words out in between my pants as I held his body close to mine.

His body language seemed to hesitate but I held his bottom firmly, pressing him deeper into me. That night I knew I was in the fertile period, I did not know why but I loved him so much that I just wanted him to give me his all, not caring about the consequences.

As I felt his climax, I grabbed his bottom tightly not wanting him to even withdraw a little and I could not help but reach to my peak too. As we held tightly to each other for a few minutes, the silence was a deafening one as no words could describe how we felt for each other.

“It feels so special for it’s the first time we made love as a couple. I do not know why but it feels different this time,” I initiated in breaking the silence.

As he lied on the bed, he smiled and did not utter a word as if agreeing to what I had said. As I rested myself on top of him, the warmth of his body made me feel sleepy. As we lay our exhausted bodies to rest, we gradually fell asleep, not saying another word…..

-the end-

I hope you all enjoy reading, Would part 8 be the concluding part? Watch out for part 8 soon!

Alone….Maybe not. (part 6)

Hi sorry for the long delay. Work is really "killing" me these few days....and I really had no time to write, but here it is now finally part 6.. I wrote half of it in a mode which was purely subconscious. I I reached to a spot where at one point I was very into the shoes of the protagonist. I felt so wonderful to be able to fit into her shoes.......

The wait stops here...

“I have something to ask you, but I know it is not the right time,” Kenneth seemed to stutter a bit when he spoke that.

“I would want to be your boyfriend. I want to take care of you and care for you and your son too,” Kenneth seemed to shoot out the words at one go and I could not catch it at once until when I recalled the words that he said in my head.

“I would give you some time to consider what I have just mentioned to you,” Kenneth spoke in a slower manner, without giving me any time to react to it.

“I do not know what to say seriously, but right now, I just want to be alone,” my mind seemed to wandering elsewhere with the subconscious spurting out of words without me knowing it.

As I put down the phone without saying a good bye, I seemed to be in a loss of what to do. As I looked at the photos with my mother and me, I lied down on the bed and I closed my eyes. I was immersed into the deep ocean of thought or perhaps into a realm of dreams…..

“Clara, Why are you so late? Are you hanging out with him again?” my mother was at the door as she looked at the watch anxiously.

I did not expect her to be waiting at the door. I thought my whole family was fast asleep and I could try my luck sneaking into my room and perhaps call Steve but I knew that it would not be possible for tonight.

Knowing the soft nature of my mother, I knew that I would get away with it if my father was not at home. Sometimes he would come home later than I do. I prayed hard that he was not sitting at the sofa when I came in.

“Clara! Why do you come home so late again? Giving your body cheaply to another man again? ” my father’s yelling with a generous amount of spitefulness in his voice.

“He is not just another man, he is my….” I retorted back in sheer defiance which was interrupted by a tight slap by him which I strangely did not feel any pain at all.

“Clara, you better listen up. Since you like to be with him, stay with him then. We do not welcome whores or sluts in this home,” my father roared with ferocious malice, his thin wizened face seemed to distort with every word that came out of his mouth.

Things seemed to fast forward very fast and all of a sudden, I was with Steve in his bedroom.

“Clara, I want it,” Steve plunged his lips into mine as he started to pull off my pants and lifted up my tee shirt. His voice was barely audible.

“No, I am not ready for it,” I tried to communicate my words out but in the end no words seemed to be coming out of my mouth.

“Clara, you are so attractive and pretty. Don’t you love me? If you love me, we should make love. I really love you a lot,” I could not hear what he said but I could lip read from his mouth very clearly as he remove my tee shirt and stripped my bra and panties off my body.

It was blurry as I could feel myself naked in front of him as Steve removed his clothes at a faster pace upon seeing my naked form. As he pushed me to his bed, I could feel him on top of me. As I was young and innocent, his sweet words made me give my virginity to him. It was not enjoyable at first but when I felt more comfortable, I could feel the pleasure that he had given to me. Although it was so surreal, it was a wonderful experience that I had with him.

It was strange when I slept soundly beside him and the next moment, I was going towards my door. It seemed like it was morning as there were people around me walking around as if preparing to go to school or work. I realised that I was hardly wearing anything and I covered myself as much as possible with my hands, but yet the people around me don’t seem to notice me or even look at me. I seemed to be self-conscious of myself as I quickly ran home.

“Clara, you are not allowed in this home anymore. These are two suitcases for you to bring to your new home,” the notice on the door read.

Thinking that I would need to get my clothes from the suitcase to cover myself, I was shocked when I saw one of the suitcases full of photos of Steve and I in bed. I closed the suitcase abruptly and opened the other one.

“ARGHHHHHHH!” I stumbled backwards as I fell on the ground. It was Steve cut into pieces with a motorcycle helmet still on his head.

As I woke up, I straight away looked around to see where I was. I was still in the bedroom, the photos were still on my lap. It was a nightmare as I heaved a sign of relief. As I looked at my mobile phone, there were no calls or short messages and it was already nearly three in the morning. As I cleared off a few beads of perspiration, I went back to sleep again.

As the days went by, Kenneth’s incessant short messages were ignored. I just wanted to avoid him. I did not know why but I hoped he understood my stand. I told Andy to handle all arrangements of tuition lessons and all other matters with Kenneth so as to avoid him.

It was the weekend once again. I walked along the uneven pavement towards the temple slowly in the late afternoon. My aunt told me the location of my mother’s ashes. I looked down at the random puddles of water filling the small gaps and holes in the pavement. My umbrella was sufficient to only shelter one person as the pelting of huge raindrops on the ground seemed to be like an onslaught of small hailstones hammering onto the helpless ground which was under the mercy of the natural elements of the weather. The raindrops on the umbrella seemed to be making a rhythmic noise in the background. My pace turned from a slow one to an eventual stop.

As I looked up at the temple, the size of it seemed to want to devour me anytime. As I put my hands together and did a smaller prayer in front of the Buddha statue, I stepped into the premises. As I walked past columns and columns of urns, my eyes scanned for my mother’s photo. My reaction was slow when I took a glimpse at each photo, making sure that I did not leave her out. Finally I found my mother’s photo and I peered closer to double confirm. As I stood there, I could not help but shed a tear. Looking around me, there was nobody around at sight.

“Mama, bless Andy and I and hope that you can bring me guidance to my life. I am really confused now,” I stood there with my eyes half-closed as my voice was hardly audible.

“Hi Clara, I really missed you. Why did you avoid me?” a familiar voice rang from the left hand side of my ear.

“Kenneth?” I was surprised that he was just a few metres away from me.

“How did you find out where I was?” my inquisition somewhat turned a little hostile as I did not expect him to see him here but I did not want to turn him away immediately.

“I followed you, and I also wanted to pay my respects to auntie,” he bowed his head slightly in the direction of my mother’s photo.

He did not ask about why I ignored him, he just stood silent in front of my mother’s photo, seeming to offer a prayer in his mind as his eyes were close.

As we walked out, I felt awkward as I did not know what to say to him or to portray what kind of feelings towards him. I did not know whether to be elated, sad or angry when I saw him.

“Why did you ignore me?” his question popped out as we stepped out of the temple premises.

“I just wanted to be alone. I just…” my words came out two to three words at a time as confusion set in.

“You know how worried I was. Why must you avoid me? I don’t want you to be alone like this. I want to be with you. I want to take care of you,” Kenneth’s emphasis on his feelings towards me was not surprising.

“I just want to be alone for a while. My mother had passed away and the next moment, you come and ask me to be your girlfriend. What is wrong with you?” I had the urge to give him a slap on the face without any reason.

A smack came across his face as I subconsciously gave him a slap. I looked at my hand in disbelief of what I had done and I looked at his expressionless face.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it. I am just under a lot of pressure,” I looked at him with concern as I touched his face.

At that moment, his arms wrapped around my waist as his arms seemed to wave an invisible force that made me almost fall into his embrace. As I cried, I put my hands around his waist tightly. I did not know why but I would not want to let go. It was so comforting to be hugged by him.

“Its ok, Clara,” he patted me as I felt so helpless in his embrace.

“Let me send you home,” he held my hand and led me to his car.

It was a strange feeling when I sat in his car. The feeling of me being inside it was different from the very first time when I sat in his vehicle. A feeling which I cannot describe, a moment which I cannot fathom.

As he stopped in the car park just below my home, the sky was very dark. It was unusual as it was only seven in the evening. As the sky turned maroon red, it began to drizzle. As the raindrops made a synchronous sound on the window panes on the car, I felt nice and cosy in my seat.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I felt startled as I turned to my right to see him staring at me.

“I just miss staring at you. I want to stare into those pairs of eyes. Those pairs of eyes which can talk to me, are so beautiful and alluring. Clara, do you know that I felt very hurt when you ignored me for a few days?” Kenneth’s words seemed to break my emotional resistance bit by bit, the inhibition of me seemed to be peeling with every word that spilled from his mouth.

“Why do you like me so much?” my question seemed to be in denial of the inevitable.

At that moment when I finished my question, he grabbed my shoulders and kissed on my lips. To my surprise, I did not expect that to happen and I quickly pulled away.

“Did I give you the permission to kiss me like this?” my words were alternating between fake defiance and injured innocence.

As my lips came to a close from my question, I grabbed his head and french-kiss him. I did not care how to react, but I knew that it was fate that we had to be together. I wanted to give everything to such a man who cared and showered concern for me even though I acted defiant and nonchalant in front of him.

As he held my waist, the kiss seems to transcend beyond liking of each other. It was so passionate that we knew that we had fallen in love for each other once again in a much deeper and unfathomable fashion. I felt that I could not live without him and I could feel that the feeling was vice versa.

As our lips parted, we panted and our breaths were deep as we inhaled deeply.

“I have something to tell you, but I do not know if it’s the right time,” I smiled at him as I outlined his cheeks with my fingers.

What would she tell her? find out in part 7!!

Alone….Maybe not. (part 5)

Hi everybody. Sorry for the delay. Apart from work committments, I had to pause for a few times when I wrote Part 5. When i wrote part 5, I really felt for the protagonist. I could not help but break down and cry too. Sometimes, when I write and I could not continue, it would just be the best way to relax my stresssed mind and so I could go into a different state to sleep. Thanks for your patience and understanding for the delay of part 5...

The story breaks down....

As I listened to the initial statement, I could not help but became stunted not knowing what to do….

“Your mother has passed away. She had been battling cancer for years. She died in her sleep peacefully late last night. I would send you a short message of the address for you to attend the wake, but I am not sure if my brother would make a scene if he sees you there,” the voice repeated as I did not respond to what the other side of the line said earlier.

“Thanks, auntie Carol,” I did not know how to react as I felt that my tears wanted to fall but yet could not and put down the phone without saying a goodbye.

“What happened?” Kenneth asked with much concern.

“My mother has passed away,” I could not help but torrents of tears came raining down my cheeks.

“I don’t have the courage to see her. I feel I let her down too much,” I tried to mince out the words in between my sobs.

“You would let her down even more if you do not see her for the very last time. I believe she would want you to do that no matter what you had done in the past. Trust me ok?” Kenneth’s words seemed to have cajoled me easily into taking in his advice.

“Listen to what I say. You take a day off alright? I do not think you are in the right frame of mind to go to work, bring Andy along and go to the wake. I could fetch you there and just hang around near there for a while,” Kenneth’s words were comforting as I nodded my head like a small child in front of him.

“Andy, your grandmother has passed away. I know you have not seen her before but I would want you to pay your last respects to your grandmother. Please do behave yourself at the wake, ok?” I was outside the school compound as Kenneth was waiting in the car nearby.

“Mummy, can I not go? I do not know who she is,” Andy did not sound defiant but seemed clueless of whether to follow my instructions.

“You must go Andy. She is after all your grandmother. Be obedient ok?” I cajoled him and he nodded his head slightly with agreement.

“Teacher, how are you? I did not see you for quite long already. How come you knew about what had happened?” Andy seemed to be trying to relate Kenneth with us.

“Well, don’t ask so much. He would be fetching us to the wake. Boy, do not be rude to your elders when you reach there and behave yourself. I remind you again,” I did not know why I was so long-winded but I just wanted to make sure that he understood what I was saying.

“What are you doing? You do not deserve to see her. You are not fit to be our daughter. Go away with your son,” my father’s face twisted in anguish as his eyes fastened on Andy’s face and his expression showed that he was both perturbed and displeased.

“She is after all my mother. Andy is her grandson. I believe we should at least pay our last respects to her,” I put on a brave front with aplomb as I was on the verge of breaking down upon seeing her photo in front.

I was adamant as I knelt down in front of my mother’s photograph.

“Kneel down in front of your grandmother. Do not worry so much about your grandfather. Just do as I said,” I held his hand tightly as I looked up to his confused look.

As I saw my father raised his hand wanting to slap me, I stayed there without moving an inch. I was prepared to be hit or abused but I would not budge.

“Allow her to stay. Please do not create a scene here,” my aunt raised her voice to my father and that was when he put down his hand as if not wanting to offend his eldest sister.

As I went to the coffin to see my mother’s face, she did not change much from the very last time I saw her so many years ago. As the floodgates of memories opened, I could not help but torrents of tears rained down my cheeks. Due to exhaustion and tiredness of the long hours of work that I had for years, I felt my legs trembling. It was unbearable as I tried to support my weak legs with my arms on the edges of coffin. The memories both happy and sad moments with my mother when I was a child and teenager cried out for more embellishments on my mother’s face: A hopeful twitch of any facial muscle on her face which could portray any expression that matched to anywhere close to the past moments that we had, a sign of communication through her eyes to mine which were almost identical not only in terms of the physical attributes in our eyes but also the spirit in those eyes.

“Don’t take it too hard,” I did not know that my aunt was behind me for quite some time as I seemed to be waken up from a stupor by her words.

“Goodbye, mama,” I spoke in my head as I looked at her.

My aunt seemed to want to continue on but she stopped as she looked at the state I was in. I did not care what the other relatives or friends thought of me. As I led Andy out, I just stared blankly at everybody else.

“Jiejie. I miss you very much,” a young man in his twenties suddenly spoke in my direction.

I almost could not recognise him from the sea of faces at the wake. I was very glad that he grew up to become a fine young man. His sharp features resembled his father. His eyes were like his mother. Once a young boy whom I had always taken care of and loved a lot, he was now a sturdy man with a slight muscular frame who was one head taller than I am.

I wanted to acknowledge him but I did not know why I turned my head away from him. Deep in my mind, I hoped he understood why I did such a thing. It was painful enough for me and I did not want to linger on the premises for another second. As I bit my lip, I just walked past him. The many faceless people that I went past made comments and even hurled abuses at me. All of that unwanted noise was filtered out of my mind as the sound travelled to my eardrums.

“Andy, be good and go home and do your homework. I need to talk to your tutor for a while,” I instructed Andy as Kenneth’s car reached to our home.

“Can you accompany me for today? Just drive me out of this neighbourhood,” Kenneth was accommodating as he nodded.

The silence in the car was deafening. My tear-stained face and my frowns seemed to have made Kenneth silent throughout the journey. I did not have any more tears that I could cry out for they had gone into my heart. Overwhelmed by immense grief, the pain in my chest seemed to be unbearable but I seemed to be numb from that pain. I wanted to utter a word but I could not as I felt a constriction in my chest which prevented me from doing so.

“Are you alright?” Kenneth finally broke the silence after he had drove about nearly fifteen minutes.

“Yes and no,” my whisper was hardly audible as I seemed to use a lot of effort to overcome that constriction to say something so contradicting to a simple statement.

As we reached the same park that we went the other day, it was already evening.

“Kenneth, I really thanked you for what you have done for me so far. I do not know how to express how I feel in words to the fullest extent,” I was startled with my own eloquence as I felt the constriction easing away.

“Its amazing how we knew so much about each other in a short span of not even a month when we actually had known each other for more than six months already,” Kenneth spoke as he used his fingers to comb my slightly disheveled hair.

“Things just happened so fast when they all come together. I do not know whether I have the courage and mental strength to face them all,” my fear and uncertainty built up within me was assuaged by his left arm around my shoulder as he tucked my head on top of his shoulder.

As I felt tiredness seeping into my body, I could not help but put my hands around him and took a nap…..

“Wake up, You are back home already,” Kenneth nudged me as I suddenly woke up realizing that I was already near my home.

“Thanks , Kenneth. I feel much better after a nap,” I realised that I had slept for the past four hours and Kenneth was beside me all these while.

As I waved goodbye to him, he smiled a little as I went up to my home, my steps were heavy with each step. I was exhausted from the events that happened in the day but at the back of my mind, the mental suffering of losing my mother was still lingering in me.

As I eyed the drawer, I did not know whether to open it. As I opened the drawer, the photo album seemed to stare at me. As I took the photo album out, the dust which flew up in the air made me cough a little. As I saw the first few photos which were my parents’ wedding photos, they were followed by pictures of my family. As I stared intensely at the pictures of my mother and myself, I did not know how to react. I had no more tears to shed. I just smiled slightly as I touched the photos with my fingers, outlining the face of my mother.

“Sorry, mother for what I did last time when I was not matured. I hope you can bless me and Andy,” I spoke unknowingly aloud.

As I was too engrossed with what I was doing, I did not know that Kenneth had called me. I realised that he had called me a few times but my mobile phone was put on silent mode and I had missed five of his call.

“Thank goodness that you had answered. I was worried when you did not pick up my phone call for a few times,” Kenneth’s anxiety over the phone was very obvious.

“I am alright. I was busy just now and I am trying to sleep now,” I reassured Kenneth calmly.

“I have something to ask you, but I know it is not the right time,” Kenneth seemed to stutter a bit when he spoke that.

-the end-

What is Kenneth going to tell Clara?

Find out in part 6!

Alone….Maybe not. (part 4)

Hi everybody. Without further delay, I deliver to you an "explosive" part 4...

The "explosion begins"....

“Do I look wild in front of you?” my voice was lowered deliberately as I was not afraid to behave like a slut in front of him.

Kenneth could not help but stare at me. There was a pause and I shivered with anticipation to what he would do next. As he closed and locked the bedroom door, his lust and desires for me started pouring out.

“Kenneth, let it all out. Be wild with me,” I held his head as he seemed to have shed all inhibition with his lips on my neck and his hands were caressing all over my body, concentrating on the sensitive areas of it.

Kenneth’s eyes fastened on mine as his facial expression seemed to shower me with both love and concupiscence. With a swift movement of his hands, my mini skirt and my lace panties were pulled down together and they were quickly off my ankles and to the floor. I could not help but grabbed onto his jeans, unbuttoned it and I did the same to him.

“What are you waiting for?” I grabbed onto his shoulder making his shirt crumple a little at the areas I grabbed, my aggression was greeted with a non-verbal reply where I slowly felt him in me.

It was pure pleasure as I felt sexier in front of him making love to him with my halter top on and my bra on still. It felt like we were one desperate couple who had not copulated for years and really missed the golden moments. As he half-kneeled in front of me, I could feel his warm touch transmitted to my bare flesh through the fabric I was still wearing on top. My facial expression alternated between injured innocence and a slutty presence with his every touch on my bust. My hands gripped onto the bedsheets momentarily as I turned my head to the right with my eyes half-closed. My moans of pleasure seemed to turn him up a notch or two as his hands pulled up my halter top to above my bust level. From the corner of my eyes, I could see his eyes were wide open with excitement as my strapless pink bra was revealed in front of him.

“Clara, all I can say is that I need and I want you,” his words were in a rhythmic tone in synchrony with his slight pants of breath.

“Kenneth, I want it deeper and harder,” my words seemed to produce a catalytic reaction as our love making session became more intense and deep.

As he unhooked my bra from the front, he immediately showered my big assets with full attention. As his hands were on them, his lips were all around it. I could not help but used my hands to grab on to his bottom, wanting all of what he could give to me.

As he pulled off my halter top and threw it randomly to the floor with my bra pushed aside, I took him slightly away from him and I unbuttoned his shirt quickly but my shivering hands slowed me down. With a little assistance from him, I finally could feel his nakedness on mine.

Kenneth and I were in our own world as we lost complete track of time. As I opened my mouth wide and panted harder, I could feel that I was going to reach the peak very soon and by looking at the familiar expression of him going to reach to the same level as me, I grabbed his head and gave him a deep french kiss, reducing our supposedly loud moans and groans as we reached our peaks at the same time to just muffled sounds in our mouths. I could feel him shivering and I knew he could feel mine too. As I felt the warmth of his fluids deep into mine, his hug was tight around me. The moment was magical and for a while, I felt my womanly instincts came gushing into my brains, from love and lust for his man to that of wanting to bear his child.

As we were stationary for a few seconds, he kissed my cheeks lightly and I smiled at him and pecked on his forehead.

I led him to the bathroom as we showered together. As my back was facing him, my head turned to the right as if wanting to know what he was doing as he rub a lot of shower cream onto my back and down to my legs. As his hands went up from my ankles to my thighs, I breathed deeply as his hands bypassed my sensitive area below and went up to my breasts. As his hands cupped them, the shower cream seemed to make his hands so smooth on my flesh. As I took his hands off, I also applied shower cream onto him. As he looked at where my hands were on his body, I could not help but giggle a little.

“Look at me, don’t look down,” I whispered in his ear as I gave him a playful look with my hands full of shower cream on his groin, going around it as I could feel that it seemed to be growing in size.

As the water from the shower head washed the soap off away, I could not help but grabbed his body as he held onto my waist. Our lips began to lock into each other again with the water from the shower head still running above us. He pinned me onto the wall with our lips still fully in contact with each other. As our lips slipped out of each other with excess moistness, I could feel our bodies in full contact with each other.

“I…,” Kenneth seemed to hesitate on what to say after the first word.

“I don’t care, Kenneth. I love you and I know you love me,” I seemed to have predicted how he felt and tried to assure him.

“I want you now,” Kenneth’s aggressiveness in the voice made me feel in the mood once again.

As Kenneth turned me around, I did not have any time to react as his hands pressed down on my shoulder blades gently. I knew what exactly he was thinking about but I resisted a little seemingly feigning ignorance to what was going to happen.

As he overcame me, my hands were on the wall. My body was arched forward as I bend forward. With him behind me, I could slowly feel him again as he grabbed my waist. As the water fell onto my back, the water trickled down in random directions. I could not help but moan and groan loudly as I knew that the sound from the shower head would reduce the decibel of the sound by a few notches. I felt so attractive and wanted by this man who made love to me twice in the same night.

As I shivered in our beautiful connection with each other, my hands was losing grip onto the wall. Noticing that, he skillfully held me a little as he pushed me closer towards the wall. As my body was arched a little forward, the intense of our love making session increased as his hands cupped my breasts. I felt helpless as all I could do is to enjoy the sheer pleasure that he gave to me.

As I tip-toed, my forearms were on the wall to support myself. As he reached to his peak for the second time, I seemed to be in a surreal environment. For a moment, I did not know where I was and what I was doing. All I could think of is that I am in a world with him, just him.

As we dried ourselves up, we went to the bed and hugged each other tightly. As we chatted, our words turned into silence and we slept in each other’s arms unknowingly.

“Mummy, where is my exercise book that you took to have a look?” the incessant knocking on the door woke me up briefly.

As I was still in a stupor, I realised that I was still naked beside Kenneth. As the knocks became more persistent, I suddenly had woken up without even a single dose of caffeine.

“Kenneth, wake up. Your student is looking for me,” I was not trying to be funny but I was desperately trying to wake him up but to no avail. He was fast asleep. Without having much of a choice, I covered him up totally with blankets and I quickly put on my nightgown. As I rummaged through the drawer, I found the exercise book that he needed and quickly run towards the door

“Yes, my dear. Here is your exercise book, you better get ready to go to school if not you would be late and Mr. Chia would punish you,” my door was barely open as it was just enough for the book to pass through the opening.

“Mummy, why is your room so messy? You tell me to make my room tidy, but your room is so messy now,” Andy seemed to be trying to peek into my room longer.

“Just go now. I want to sleep a little more. I am very tired,” I tried to divert the topic as I closed the door not bothering about his reaction.

As I went to my bed, I removed the blankets and Kenneth sprung up all of a sudden, scaring me out of my wits.

“You really scare the hell out of me,” I beat Kenneth’s arms as I did not know that he was so mischievous.

As I lie on the bed beside him, I wished I could spend the entire day with him in there. As we stroked each other’s hair and looked at each other, I could not help but feel bliss with a man like him.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

“Is the call with regards to work?” Kenneth asked out of concern.

“Don’t bother about it,” I did not care about the phone call, not evening looking at the phone.

As the phone rang a few times, I looked at the phone. It was an unfamiliar number and so out of curiosity I picked it up.

As I listened to the initial statement, I could not help but became stunted not knowing what to do….
-The end-

What exactly happened? Who called?

Find out in part 5!

Alone….Maybe not. (part 3)

Hi everybody.

Sorry for the long delay between part 2 and part 3. I was very busy recently..so now without further delay... part 3 for you!

part 3....

As we hugged each other to sleep with only the blanket covering our bare flesh, I felt I had the best sleep for almost seventeen years of my life. The warmth from his body was just sufficient to make me cosy in his arms and seemed like an invisible protection around me with that occasional chilly breeze which came through my bedroom window……

I woke up by the slow touches of Kenneth. As his left hand was around my waist and my right hand was on my shoulder, my smooth back greeted him. As his right hand moved slowly down from my shoulder to my neck, two of his fingers went past my cleavage and his right hand met his left hand. As his right hand briefly brushed past my left breast, I felt ticklish and I breathed a little harder. I looked down at his both hands and smiled. I did not know whether it was love or not. It was hard to define or describe.

“It’s seven in the morning. You had better get prepared to go to work. I can fetch you to your workplace,” Kenneth offered and I nodded my head with a child-like glee.

“Who is he? The one who fetched you in his car. Your new boyfriend?” Jocelyn passed by as I dropped off at the pavement by the building that I worked at.

“He is my neighbour,” I wanted to elaborate but I stopped short to tell her more details.

It was work again and I could not help but think of Kenneth. He was someone whom seemed to be a caring person but I was a single mother who had a child. I would not know whether he can even accept me if we could be together. I brushed those thoughts aside after looking at the intimidating amount of work that I had on my desk.

Time passed very fast as it was nearly six in the evening. I did not have a chance to look at my phone since lunch time and I glanced at my phone. There were a few messages but I skipped those and looked at what Kenneth had sent to me.

“Would you want to go out with me at night at around ten after my lessons had ended?” Kenneth’s short message read.

I agreed readily, wondering where he is going to bring me to. As we arranged for the meet up, I felt like as if two big weights had been lifted off from my shoulders. I did not know why. I just felt comfortable and happy to see him and I looked forward to seeing him tonight.

When I went home, I took a short nap as I felt very tired. It became a deep slumber and I was rudely woken up by the doorbell.

“Kenneth!” It was the only word I said as I opened the door and hugged him, but looking around making sure that the neighbours were not looking at my direction.

“Come in, Kenneth. I would get prepared in a short while. You just take a seat in the living room,” I beamed at him as I went into my room, not giving him a chance to talk.

As I came out of the bathroom with just a big towel wrapped around just below my shoulders to barely around my thighs, Kenneth was inside my room. My face was flushed with embarrassment in that instance.

“Sorry for intruding in, but I just want to…” Kenneth paused momentarily as he put his hands around my waist and kissed my lips.

I felt I had melted in his embrace. I did not care whether how I was presented in front of him. I just felt secured but yet vulnerable. As our mouths locked into each other, our passion rose up again as we caressed each other once again. I seemed to feel the touch of his warm hands even through the fabric of my towel. As his hands went to my thighs, they seemed to be going up to my bare flesh but he stopped short of doing anything else.

“..express my feelings for you, Clara,” Kenneth continued as our lips broke free from each other.

I smiled, not knowing how to react.

“I need to get dressed, before we go out,” I pointed at my towel and Kenneth gave the cheeky innocent look at me as he went out of the room.

“How’s work?” I broke the silence as the humming sounds of the engine were barely audible.

“Well, everything is fine. What about yourself?” Kenneth asked.

“Work has been hectic. Everyday from Monday to Wednesday, I would just go home and sometimes I would just talk to my son or just watch television. Andy is quite obedient but he is always busy with his schoolwork and such. I would not want to disturb him or invade into his privacy,” I did not know why I blabber on even though he was not asking about Andy.

“I got to agree with you. Andy does not argue much with me although he is a little lazy. He just needs a little motivation and something to make him start his engine to do his work. It must be hard on you all these years,” Kenneth punctuated his statement as his hand held my hand tightly.

I did not know how to react but I just let him hold my hand for as long as possible. The silence was deafening as Kenneth turned into the road leading to Telok Blangah hill park.

“I always come here to look into the trees when I am vexed, bored or stress with work,” Kenneth pointed in front as he parked his car.

“So why do you bring me here?” I was curious.

Kenneth just smiled at me without answering the question. As we stepped out of the car, I felt an air of natural calmness surrounding me. As he held my hand, I felt my soul was lifted with a sense of belonging to this man, Kenneth. I stole glances at him while he was looking away from me and beamed to myself.

“It’s good to forget your worries for a while and look at nature in front of you right now. When you get back to work the next day, you would be more refreshed and perform better in your job,” I am not sure whether Kenneth was answering my question with deliberate delay or not.

“When I broke off with my girlfriend two years ago, I did not know when would be the next time I would find someone special. When I first saw you while teaching your son, I just had a strange feeling that I would get to know you more. That intuition that I had was right eventually,” Kenneth continued as he looked at my direction.

I acted shy as I looked away from him. At the corner of my left eye, I could see that he was still looking at my direction, as if trying to anticipate what I am going to say next.

“Well, last night, you already know me very well,” I answered with a concoction of happy complacence and embarrassment.

There was not a single soul around us. No vehicles parked in there. The place seemed to just fill the two of us looking out at the vast greenery. The time seemed to tick very slowly as we looked in random directions, occasionally looking at each other.

We went back into the car. Kenneth started to start the engine and switched on the air-conditioning but the car did not move an inch. As it was still engaged in the parking gear, the air between us was an awkward one. I did not know what to do next and I had no idea what he was thinking of.

As he looked at me intensely into my eyes, he suddenly tilted himself towards me and grabbed my shoulders to kiss my lips. As our lips were engaged, I resisted and pushed him away forcefully, almost causing him to go back to his seat.

“What are you doing?” my fierce tone caused his head to tilt backwards in surprise.

Without even giving him a chance to reply and stealing a quick glance around the surroundings to make sure there was no single soul, it was my turn to tilt towards him and I grabbed his shoulders causing him to move away from his seat. As I initiated the kiss, his lips gave me the impression at those few seconds that he was confused at what was going on just now but his passion and intensity in his kiss overtook the confusion.

As I pulled out my lips away from him, I looked at him with my half-closed eyes. It was as if I was still in a dream.

“Do you love me?” my words seemed to come emerging from the iceberg of sub consciousness.

“Yes I do,” his reply was barely audible as if afraid of letting other people hear.

“I am a single mother, you don’t mind?” I did not know why I said that as it seemed to be a redundant statement.

“I do not mind, but we need to spend more time together to know each other better. I was hoping to settle down and get married if I could,” Kenneth’s words seemed to massage every corner and contours of my ears as they were so soothing to my eardrums.

“I felt touched by how you really felt towards me. I am happy to what you have mentioned but I do not want what happened last night to affect your decision making or in any sense to make you feel committed towards me,” I touched Kenneth’s hands with assurance.

“It’s getting late. You have to work at night too right tomorrow?” Kenneth’s diversion of the topic struck me that the next day was Wednesday and I had to work at night.

“Could you tell me which pub you work at? Maybe I might pop by,” Kenneth’s question was replied instantaneously with a note I scribbled on a rough piece of paper and I just stuffed it into the pocket, not knowing why I did such a silly thing towards him.

It was a brand new day. The manager of the pub I was working at told me about the schedule for the week. For this week, I had to work everyday at night from today till Saturday. I feel that it would be sleepless nights for the next few days.

“Can I have a jug of beer please?” Mr. Chen grinned at me as I acknowledged him immediately so as to avoid him.

Mr. Chen was one of our regular customers. He was forty over years old and he came here sometimes alone or with one or two of his colleagues. His oval-shaped face with a mop of curls on top of his head always wore a puckish grin and his debauched eyes never failed to wink at every girl or waitress which was in the pub. When I poured the beer into his mug, his left hand grabbed the lower part of my wrist.

“Hey Clara, would you be free after work? I would like to have supper with you, can I?” his stare at me made me feel very uneasy as his stare was aimed just below my neck.

“I have a date with someone. I thought you are always talking to Ann and you wanted to ask her out?” I maintained my calmness as my smile was maintained in his direction and I discreetly took my hand away from his grasp.

“Well, she is always not free. So I ask you instead,” his words were not only tactless but it made me wonder whether any woman would want to go out with him.

I ignored him as I went busy with my work. Although the pub was slightly more than half-filled, some customers would make small chats with me and I would just entertain them for a short while before taking orders from other tables.

“You even bothered to talk to Mr. Chen for a while. I cannot stand him, he always like to touch me whenever he has the chance to. There was one time I had to swallow a stomach full of anger and tell him nicely when he touched my buttocks,” Ann looked at Mr. Chen as she spoke to me with an irritation mounting into quivering indignation.

I just laughed at Ann’s remarks. At the age of twenty eight, her petite frame boasted of a good figure that I do envy how she could maintain even though she had a huge appetite.

As the night progressed, there were no signs of Kenneth. I thought to myself that he might not be coming. As I was busy taking the drinks from the bar, a pair of hands suddenly caressed briefly on my shoulder. I turned around and was surprised to see Kenneth.

“Kenneth!” I shouted out loud not caring about the surroundings.

As I looked around, there were no customers who needed to be tended to. I pulled him to the back near to the toilet. As he leaned against the wall, I held his hands and kissed his lips. My eyes darted from left to right, hoping nobody would be walking by and spotting us.

As our kisses were deep and short, Kenneth grabbed my hands as he pushed me slightly for me to lean against the opposite wall.

As we looked at each other, a male customer smiled at me and walked into the toilet.

“I have to get back to work. I shall get you a drink,” I slipped my hands out of his as I walked out to the main area.

After I served Kenneth his drink, I talked to him briefly before going around to other tables.

It was finally two in the morning. It was time to close the pub. As I drank the last few rounds with my regular customers, I was abit tipsy as I did my closing.

“Let me send you back home,” Kenneth offered.

As we reached home, Kenneth helped me to open the door. I was a bit giddy due to my excess alcohol consumption. As he went past Andy’s door, it was close. Andy was in his room fast asleep.

As Kenneth helped me lie down on the bed, I cheekily pulled him down together with me to the bed.

“Andy is just next door. I better get going,” Kenneth’s whisper was hardly audible as he did not want to wake Andy up as my bedroom door was still ajar.

“Who cares? I am his mother. He is not my father. Why do you bother?” my crazy laughter in between my words that I was trying to mince out of my mouth was briefly covered by his hand.

My soul seemed to go out towards Kenneth wholeheartedly with my eyes almost closed. As I quivered slightly, my bare shoulders moved up and down rhythmically with my heavy breathing. My chest heaved, fell and heaved again. In short sharp spurs of breath, my eyes could not help but stare at Kenneth through the wild mass of hair on my face. Kenneth’s eyes reciprocated.

“Do I look wild in front of you?” my voice was lowered deliberately as I was not afraid to behave like a slut in front of him.

What would happen next? I don't know as yet, don't ask me! Look out for part 4 soon!

Alone….Maybe not. (part 2)

Hi everybody. Wow, I received a lot of remarks on this latest story especially the second part of it. I am glad I actually stirred up some reaction. Well, some of you all who read my story in the office and felt that it was not the right place to enjoy...hmmm..well, if you are in the office and you are reading this now, I guess its better that you leave it to when you get back home or somewhere else where you feel comfortably reading it....

The intimacy continues...

“I want you to lie down on your stomach. I want to treat you to something special,” our wet kisses came to a stop as I grabbed his head.

He seemed like a little boy as he obediently followed what I said. As he lied down on the bed as instructed, I opened my legs apart between his legs as I massaged his back slowly with my hands. It had been a long time since I had done that. As his slight moans and groans were synchronous with my routine massage, I used my knee knuckles to give him a gentle massage at the sides of his body. Smiling to myself, I gently unbuckled my bra and removed it as slowly as possible so that he would not notice it. I put it on the bed gently and slowly lie down on his back. As my bare breasts touched his back, I could literally feel the shivers down his spine bone, knowing that I was topless but he could not see. He could only feel them but not see them as yet.

As he turned his head to one side attempting to peek a little, I put my hands to cover his eyes playfully.

“Yes?” It was a very long yes purposely stretched longer with a slight tease in my voice.

“Nothing,” he chuckled to himself as his hands were attempting to try to touch my body.

I held his hands down, not allowing him to do anything else but just lie down still. As I slowly rub my body against him, I could not help but felt more aroused as I rubbed in a rectilinear motion and subsequently in a circular one. I did not want to be too carried away and I sat up. I positioned myself as my kneel knuckles started to massage his body and I smiled cheekily to myself. I stealthily took up my bra and wore it back.

“Ok, Kenneth. Are you feeling much better now?” I pat on his back with my two hands as I got up.

Kenneth turned around as his excitement written on his face seemed to turn to a slight disappointment.

“Why? The massage was not good?” I asked innocently as I half expected why his facial expression changed a little.

“I thought you…. Nevermind..nothing,” Kenneth seemed to be tongue-tied, not knowing what to say or whether to say it.

As he lied on his back, his eyes pierced into mine trying to read into my thoughts as they slowly rolled down towards where my boobs were. He seemed to be in thought and I was trying to decipher every thought through the intensity of his stare.

As I lied down on top of him, our mouths were engaged once again. As our hands glided at every bare flesh of each other, I tactically unbuckled my bra from behind.

“Close your eyes, Kenneth. No peeping,” I put my hands on his eyes and lifted them up.

As his eyes were shut, I slowly removed my bra and suffused him with luxurious warmth from being aroused from my upper bare body to his torso.

“You were wondering what you had felt just now when I was lying on top of you?” my voice was low and slightly hoarse as I gave him a gentle massage on his stomach with my breasts.

My eyes were fixed on his, making sure that his eyes were shut. As my breasts gently went down below his stomach to where his groin was. His hard-on was obvious as I gentle slide my cleavage on it. As his hands attempted to try to grab something, I held his hands down and slide up as my face was just a hair breadth distance away from mine.

“Open your eyes,” I whispered in his ear as I blew air in his ear and nibbled it a little.

I panted very heavily as I felt very nervous letting him almost see that part of my body that I was most proud of. As my breasts were rested on his chest, we looked at each other intensely. His eyes were darting between my eyes and my breasts. As I slowly got up, my breasts were slowly revealed in full view. Before I could get up, the floodgates of passion and lust that was burning in him broke open. He held me up as he sat up and licked my breasts. As I arched my back backwards and put my hands on his thighs, I moaned with every wet touch of his tongue on my nipple. Grabbing my waist, he turned me around and lay me swiftly but gently on my bed. As his last piece of cloth was thrown on the floor, he correspondingly removed my panties. As we exchanged glances at each other’s nakedness, he began to instinctively climb on top of me, I knew what he wanted but I crossed my legs alternatively putting on the look of fake innocence and that of sluttish arrogance.

As I rubbed my bare flesh above my groin area on his groin, he attempted to try to open my legs up and put them in between mine, but I resisted to his attempt. When he stopped, I was wondering whether he would try to persist or try to do something else. As he put his hands in between the bed sheets and my back and scooped me a little, my head arched backwards. I was looking at the ceiling. His mouth paid full attention to my huge milk jugs. Being at that position was a big turn-on for me as I felt attractive and wanted by him. As every lick and nibble of his mouth on my breasts slowly melted down my resistance, my legs felt weaker as every shiver down my spine was greeted by more attention on my sensitive areas. Eventually, he pried my legs open slowly with one of his legs and subsequently both of his legs.

“Ohh..my god,” I felt a smooth entry in me as I could not help but scream a little.

As the image of my fake innocence slowly diminished, my lust for him was portrayed in my facial expression and my body movements. As our bodies were moving together in perfect synchrony, we were trying to climb up to new heights for our mutual desires for each other.

As his hands fitted into mine, he was making love to me more intensely and going into a deeper level in a kneeling position every time my body movements were in synchrony with his in a kneeling position. My moans became from a slow rhythm to that of random torrents which were so fast that my true feelings which could barely be minced out of my mouth were incoherent.

“Kenneth…I love you,” I did not know whether he could understand what I said.

As I contracted, he pushed my hands down to the bed as his body was in full contact on me. He started to moan out loud as I knew that he has reached his peak. I closed my eyes as I felt the entire moment.

“Clara, I love you too,” his words shot out with a short breath as he panted heavily.

My thoughts flirted between my pure lust and desires for him and that of even wanting him to be my husband and having a child with him.

As he stopped, he hugged me tightly as he kissed my lips.

“I….. I would take responsibility if anything happens,” he seemed to realise that we had unprotected sex as if waking up from another realm of reality.

I kissed him back as I held his head up. My eyes met his.

“Its ok, my dear. Don’t worry too much. Even though it is not the right moment to ask and I should not be the one asking, I really want you. You give me something special that a lot of men cannot. I feel so secure just now,” my voice gradually became louder as my confidence grew with my feelings for him.

As I looked at the clock, it was already past one in the morning.

“If you are too tired to drive back home, you can sleep here,” my offer blurted out from my mouth, hoping that he would not reject. His nod delighted me.

As we washed up, we snuggled up comfortably in the bed. I found a new pillow in him and I wrap my arms around him.

“It’s been a long time since I have somebody else I feel comfortable to sleep with,” I broke the golden silence, a smile and a pat on my head acknowledged my remark.

“You know when I was young, I used to have many boyfriends. I always hung out late with them. One day when I ignored my father, he managed to locate me with one of my ex-boyfriends at a playground. I was so drunk that night that I scolded vulgarities at him and he threw me out of my home. He literally dumped all my belongings into two suitcases and put them outside my home back then. At that time, I was very young. I had nowhere to go but I had to stay in my ex-boyfriend’s home. I was about sixteen years old at that time. When I was seventeen years old, my ex-boyfriend made me pregnant and I thought that he could take care of me. He seemed to be lost and did not know what to do. Our relationship turned sour even though we were staying together and not long after that, he was killed in a motorcycle accident when I was six months pregnant. One of my distant relatives knew about it and I was lucky that she could give me a shelter and helped me to find a job after I gave birth to Andy. Even though it was so long time ago, the memories seemed to be so fresh in my head,” a few tears uncontrollably trickled down my face as they slowly touch his bare flesh as I tried to stifle my cries.

“Don’t cry. It’s over now. Andy may be a bit playful but he is a very thoughtful child. He is a very independent boy unlike other students I have. I believe you should be proud of him,” he finally spoke after I poured out the past to him.

“From there on, I never wanted to talk to my immediate family members. I have not seen them since the day I was kicked out. I am not too sure if they still remember me, but I guess that I would not be able to recognize my youngest brother. When I last saw him, he is about ten years old. Now he should be twenty six years old,” my smile was not of happiness but a strong conviction of knowing that I can look at life more positively in the years ahead.

“I always believe that when the rain stops, sunshine would come eventually. Things would turn around at the darkest moments of one’s life. From these darkest moments of one’s life, one could learn a lot of lessons and strengthen his or her mentality to reach for greater heights,” Kenneth’s words seemed to be going into my head subconsciously as I was deep in thought to something which I could not help but tell him.

“Its amazing that I know so much about you in one night as compared collectively over the past few months when I first got to know you at the start of the year. Why haven’t I met you much earlier?” my words came out of my mouth automatically but yet seemed to be memorised from a pre-written script.

As we hugged each other to sleep with only the blanket covering our bare flesh, I felt I had the best sleep for almost seventeen years of my life. The warmth from his body was just sufficient to make me cosy in his arms and seemed like an invisible protection around me with that occasional chilly breeze which came through my bedroom window……

-the end-

Well, that's the end, as in really the end of the whole story?

Nah, lets see how the relationship between Kenneth and Clara developed in part 3.....