Woman-Next-Door (Part 20)

By SexyStan

A lil history background now, before I continue w/ the developments. Landings on Utah beach, in the Normandy Landings (as explained by waahaa, thank you, as well as History Channel…), is considered to be the most efficient and effective amongst the five operations the Landings comprised off. The other factions faced heavy resistance, the worst being the Omaha Landings, and this was what the Utah party did not encounter. They encountered minimum resistance, not because the operatiions are well-planned, but by a pure stroke of luck; Somehow, they had landed much further up than the originally planned contact point. Simply put, of course and completely lost, which prompted the commander of that particular operation, BG Theordore Roosevelt Jr. to say “We will start the war from right here”… Well, not like that lucky bastard had anything else more appropriate after all…

Likewise, my landings on D-Day, were met with minimal enemy fire. It was none existent in fact, for the enemy wasn’t even there (Or so I thought) and it wasn’t by pure good ole ingenius planning (What Planning? Lol…) but things between Lorraine & I just somehow fell into place with a click… just like that… like how you’d snap your fingers…

The shores looked barren as my landing craft touched down on its beaches with a bump, the terra looking strange and isolated with not an enemy in sight. With a plomp, I landed in the warm waters… Wait… Warm Waters?!?!?! Wasn’t the water supposed to be cold? Well, books written by WW2 veterans who participated in the Normandy Landings did describe the biting cold of the waters…

It soon dawned on me at we were on different fields… They were liberating France, cold and lifeless in Nazi control; I was liberating Lorraine… Different and the same conditions, and rules, my poor allied counterparts had been subjected to and had to endure, simply did not apply to me.

I ducked once more into the waters of my showerhead… Time Check… Landing made @ 0900h… Known enemy resistance is now gone… for sure… and certainly the warmth in Lorraine would be coming back…

My heart leapt in ecstacy at what a lucky breakthru my landing was. Without enemy resistance, Lorraine’s shores didn’t look hostile. It was inviting even… Pulling myself back into combat awareness, I did another quick equipment check… I have plenty of helmets… which I know I was gonna use… Red berets… or rather caps… no less for my lil commando break… Armed with a throbbing 50 calibre that comes with one single rapid burst-fire of 1million runs at each go… with a cooldown timing of approximately 1H… I was confident Lorraine could be re-taken… Question is, how far can I go? Would only the shores be re-taken… or would I march right into the heart of Lorraineville?

Knowing full well that resistance was gonna be minimal and having known that the rules of WW2 didn’t apply, I decided to use the tactic those pathetic loser Nazis had used to over-run Poland, although I wasn’t quite the Nazi in this story…

Blitzkrieg… loosely translated into lightning attack. I was gonna strike hard and strike fast into the very heart… No flanking, no routine, no complex combat manouevers… Simple, effective…

I dried myself from the water on me (from my showerhead) and put on my combat gear for the day… My nicest shirt, tie, pants, belts and shoes… W/ my only protection being my trust 50-cal… I ran up the shores of Lorraine w/o any fear whatsoever…

NO FEAR!!!!! I screamed as I huffed and puffed up the shores of Lorraine and fast-marched down the beautiful rural country trails that lead me straight into the heart of my conquest.

D-Day T+5H 1200H, Lorraine smiled as the first sounds of my artillery boomed (No… No sex… no ejaculation… no firing… Pls read on… hahaha) and a single shot of cluster rounds hit her…. Cluster round? That’s only before I can’t call it a bunch round… A cluster round of 21 roses rained right into the heart of Lorraineville as I shoved that bunch of flowers I had pre-ordered in her face right outside the steel gates that once kept me out…

I knew then that all resistance that kept me out once before are now completely shattered by the supporting fire of that very powerful and accurate artillery shot. There was only one way now… In…

So there Lorraine stood, looking more beautiful than I ever remembered her to be, a strange glow within that could only be felt in the past is now seen so clearly behind the steel gates she stood, that very steel gate being the only thing that stood between us.

And there I was, right opposite her, realizing how close I was to the “Mission Objective”. I fell back on the D-Day mission brief, to secure Lorraineville and set up defence perimeter therewithin in the heart of Her. To rescue hostage & double-agent Lorraine there within before Nazis can realize what exactly happened and place her into safety once more, a place where Nazis no longer have a hold over her.

A single artillery shot rang out at the back of my head. Bunch shot, if you guys recall, as I lifted the bouquet of pink roses to her eye-level, making sure it was close enough to the sharp tip of her pixie nose for her to take a whiff of it. She beamed as the glow in her, which was only felt in the past, could now be seen clearly. Blood gushed to her face as her eyes twinkled behind her white horned-rimmed glasses and a wide smile with her pearly white teeth clearly showing stretched across her face.

Town secured, I thought, with initial trepidation, if any, evaporating into the air heavy with the smell of fresh arti shells that just rained down (in this case, lame old 21 pink roses… haha). Confidence took over as I smiled, a gesture in reply to hers, knowing full well that the overwhelming show of firepower had worked so well in the absence of well-trained enemy Nazi troops. Civilians are so easy to take, haha, I laughed deep within, proud that the Blitzkrieg I had planned had worked just as it should…

*Chuckles*… “That was fast!” Lorraine quipped, completely surprised by my “Blitzkrieg”. She had not known I was gonna show up. The element of surprised had not been compromised.
“Yea?” I laughed… “I should have been faster! After all, 3 weeks is not a very long time…” I quipped, flashing the most charming smile I could muster…
Lorraine laughed, her head nodding with her eyes squeezed into a slit at my apparent enthusiasm while fidgetting with the keys to unlock that big steel padlock that once kept me (and many other leering man… haha…) out. “True… But you oughtta know I’ve got to pick Glen up from school? Like now..? Lorraine’s steady voice, which by then had sound so sweet, trailed off as the padlock popped open.

Objective wide opened by civilian assets, I thought. Now’s the moment!

“Really?” I mocked a tone of surprise before dropping it low… “Let’s make it quick then…”

I opted for the old Pincer maneoever and side-stepped the slow outward swinging steel gate and made my move inwards, both my hands swinging forward to enclose her at the same time.

“Assault on a fixed enemy position is best performed by two parellel moving lines of troopers otherwise known as a Pincer Movement!” I could hear my instructor shout out while he repeatedly taps the A-Frame with a branch that he picked off the ground, tracing it to make the lines more visible on the flapping map.

Pincer manouever successful with objective secured. We are now in Lorraineville as I pulled her close to me in one swift motion, the bouquet of roses that smashed all defences wide open so effectively still in my right hand and now tucked behind her back with Lorraine safely in my arms… and giggling non-stop…

Woman-Next-Door (Part 19)

By SexyStan

Remember how I mentioned I didn’t see the point in Lorraine’s excitement over Charlene’s Hen’s Night and I wasn’t too excited about it myself? And how I again didn’t understand the whole big hullabaloo over Charlene’s marriage and all (I even out in brackets after that that I was wrong… on hindsight… hahaha)? Well, Lorraine was right, in that I’m such a complete dumb ass…

That fateful day, the commencement of my life once more, after our tiff and I held Lorraine’s hands in full view of the public, while I was in the office, Lorraine’s msn message popped up while I was halfway-thru my work. Well, it wasn’t like I was doing any work in the first place for excitement was gradually taking over… But it can only get better…

R u excited? =)
Hey gal… What about?
Do you always have to be so nonchalent? *animation of a frowning face* About 3 wks we have to one another!!!!

I could almost here Lorraine scream out in frustration with that glare I was just shown w/ about an hour ago… Still, me being me, especially the reborn me, just enjoyed frustrating her the way Glen probably did, when he was freaking 6months old (Well, I was reborn, wasn’t I? Of course I have the luxury of enjoying what babies enjoy the most… Hahaha)

Oh…. ya…. Wrking nw… wad abt it?

Silence and no further lines appeared on the screen… Lol… I can seriously sense her seething, though she’s definitely nowhere near me…

Lol…
WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My screen nudged… Hahaha, the no. of exclamation marks used here is seriously not exagerrated. She used more in fact.
K k… chill cow… I was only jesting… I juz lk 2 c u angry smehw… tt’s when u r e cutest… muackz…
Yes… I’m looking 4ward 2 everything… very much. I’m thinking of where 2 bring u 2… There r so many places I’ve always wanted to go w/ u…
Yea yea… don’t try tt trick on me… DOESN’T WORK!!!!!!

Haha… Deep down, I sensed she was appeased and grinning behind the screens…

Really… I better stop trying and get back to my wrk then…Lol…
…
Where r u planning on bringing me? Lol… whr can u bring me tt I’ve not gone to junior…
Good question… I don’t knw… U’ve prolly been to most placest… but u’ve not gone thr w/ me tho… Who knws? U might c something new… or at least c something old w/ some new perspectives…
Really? I’ve somewhr to bring u to tho… bet u’ve nvr been thr!

Hahaha… This girl sure is competitive, I thought as my fingers flew over the keyboard for a comeback line…

Oh Yea? I’d hope so really, for u to bring me somewhr I’ve nvr gone b4. But unless its timbuctoo, u’d prolly get a wet blanket over yr kind intentions… =P

Yea? Well, rmb hw Charlene wanted to stay over @ a hotel?
Nope.. don’t rmb… I dun even knw her… *Kidding kidding…Yes, U’ve told me just nw… Wad abt it?
The gals were suggesting RWS…

Deep down inside, I was thinking… Siao… attas freaks… i’m so gonna get burnt… but I kindda liked the idea tho… Hahaha…

But no vancancies… sigh…
Really? Hahahaha… tough luck gal… RWS would have been one place I’ve not visited yet…
Haha… Me too… I’ve not been there… but we can still check it out… coz we’ll be putting up at the Siloso Resort instead…

What??? I could feel my fingers trembling from the excitement as I struggled to sound come over cyberspace (Not a difficult task, considering that she can’t see nor hear me)… Bros who’ve been there would understand why…

Oh? Haha… I’ve already been there =)…

The wait was long, and completely torturous, every bit what I had imagined it to be. All that pent up frustration could be felt, not only by myself, but by Lorraine as well, as we exchanged messages over MSNs and SMSes outside the times we met face to face…

We discussed incessantly, how we both would make the best of the 3 weeks. I thought endlessly, deep down and secretly, how she’d all be mine at the end of 3 weeks as well. I knew I had lost time to make up for, not just the lost time for whatever we were both unable to share due to the circumstances, but the lost time she’d lost since she got married… To a certain extent, I felt, there might really have been a need to ruin her marriage. As the discussions wore on, day by day, and as we started to list down the things we hoped to share during Darren’s period of absence, our inhibitions started to wear down and we both threw all caution to the wind. Such frivolous acts would include kisses in the security of a sheltered children’s playground after our jog, holdings hands while on the way back again after the jogs, more and more sweet nothings and blatant declarations of I love you whenever we were accorded the opportunities…

As countdown to Darren’s departure day wore down and inhibitions gradually wore out, I felt like an allied soldier landing on Normandy w/ scene’s from HBO’s band of brothers playing in my head… (Departure Day… so D-Day, get it? Hahaha…) Like the allied troops, Darren was scheduled to fly on a Tuesday on an early morning flight, @ 0645h. Historically, and coincidentally, actual D-day assault was scheduled for 6 June 1944, a Tuesday as well, @ 0630h…

I’m so gonna charge charge up those beaches… I swore w/ resolution in my heart, which was now on my sleeves…

1700H D-14H (Incoming MSN Brief from Lorraine)
hey junior… Can u feel it?
Yea… I can’t breath… Lol…
I knw…. I wanna c u 2… muackz
Incessant banter carries on as we both discussed our plans further, teasing each other high and dry and in the process… nothing pornographic tho… just longing… lots of it…
K… Darren’s comin hm. We r gonna take Glen out 4 dinner… Can’t wait 4 u to take me away somewhere… haha… love you… muackz…
Love u 2… muackz…

Debrief ended as Lorraine went offline & her picture faded off into the background…. Debrief closure 0615 @ approximately D-13h

2200H D-9H
Nothing heard from Lorraine… Lights out for early rest in preparation of landings & counter-invasion…

0000H D-7H
Nothing heard from Lorraine again, no matter how much I checked my mobile phone… No further ops orders, no further instructions…

0300H D-4H
Day’s breaking, still tossing & turning in bed w/ light sleep…
Radio silence observed…. No comms check from Lorraine…
Drifting in and out of sleep…

0500H D-2H
I knew the enemy was gonna be out of sight soon… Assault commencing in T-2. Butterflies in my tummy… Can’t wait… Got up to peer downstairs from my kitchen window in hope of catching sight of the leaving enemy. Intel spotted our double-agent Lorraine sending the enemy off…
Hold your fire still… enemy must not be alerted…

Equipment check and sitrep.
Guts… Checked…
FBO… Checked…
Ammo… Lots of it… Checked…
Helmet… checked checked checked checked checked…

0700H D-0H
D-Day!!!! I screamed
Beautiful shores of France loomed up before me… No enemy fire like what my allied counterparts have suffered 66 years ago… We’ve done our intel well, enemy has been sent away and completely in shock at the landings and our well-planned counter-invasion…

One thing remained similar… like beautiful france w/ its magnificent countrysides… Beautiful Lorraine laid in the hands of the Nazis…
We will liberate her… No matter what it takes…

Viva La France!!!! Viva La Lorraine…

Woman-Next-Door (Part 18)

By SexyStan

Two and a half weeks waiting time was more than enough for one to reflect and I found myself doing just that. As mentioned earlier, it felt like I was doing everything for the first time, which includes each and every encounter (not the one’s that result in “shit” happening… lol… the usual ones, which includes msns and SMSes, as well as our jogs and coffee sessions) w/ Lorraine. It felt like I’ve just gotten t know her at the lift lobby that first time, with her hauling Glen along…

And I started to wonder the What Ifs…

1. What if I had never resigned from my previous job?
Well, I wouldn’t have gotten to know Lorraine and things certainly couldn’t have been more different.

2. What if timing was wrong the first time I saw her at the lift lobby and I didn’t get to see her and Glen, of if they had not boarded the same lift car?
Simple. I wouldn’t have known she existed, much less just how hot she was.

3.What if I didn’t manage to draw her chuckle (and attention) by not saying “cute cub” in the lift?
Would I have left an impression still? I don’t know…

4. What if I had not decided to be so nice, for once, to take the trash out and that sheepish encounter of me clad in only boxers didn’t take place?
Same answer as (3) above.

5. What if I didn’t bump into her on the first day of ICT and didn’t pissed her off coz I was laughing at the cheesy songs on her ipod?
Same answer as (3) above. Likewise, she wouldn’t have left an impression on me.

6.What if I didn’t bump into her in 7-11 after my ICT? What if she had not smelt the cigarette smell on me and asked me for a smoke?
Again, I don’t know if I had left an impression but she certainly did her. It was here I understood the difference between pretty, hot and beautiful. If anyone ever tells me now that beauty is only skin deep, I’d reply w/ so is shallow.

7. If I had not gone to Cold-Storage to help her w/ the baggage and had Starbucks w/ her tt very day?
Like (6) above, I would have missed out on an opportunity to know just how beautiful she is…

8. What if I had not bumped into her and gave her my card and what if she hadn’t become my client?
Question to be asking here is what if I never agreed to a crazy run at 5… Sheesh… To the later part of the question, I wouldn’t have worried so much and prolly made sweet tender love to her much much earlier hahahaahaha

9. What if she never popped the question “How do two persons get attracted to one another?”
Errr…. I wouldn’t have thought so much?

10. What if I never got to see Darren?
Then I’d prolly never have wondered if Lorraine was unhappy and perhaps never have made up my mind to be attracted to her…

11. What if Darren hadn’t pissed Lorraine off, presumably from his infidelity, and she didn’t asked for a “fag”?
Errr…. No breakfast, no car ride… & no shit… Haha…

12. What if she didn’t reach out in an attempt to help me w/ my big bulky bag?
Again, shit might not have happened coz we wouldn’t have crashed our heads clumsily against one another’s.

13. What if I hadn’t said those stupid two words “Blow Me…”?
Errr…. I wouldn’t have sounded so stupid?

14. What if we hadn’t attempted to avoid each other each time shit happens?
I’d never have known the true meaning of absence made the hearts grow fonder…

15. What if she hadn’t asked me for smokes after shit happened?
I wouldn’t have returned her favour…

16. What if Darren never received his posting orders?
I wouldn’t have been so alive and excited?

17. What if Lorraine and I never fought over something as stupid as “because I don’t get it?” Or what if the fight had escalated?
Prolly no more alone time despite Darren being away. W/ regards to the first part of the question, even if Darren was away, we wouldn’t have made the best of it… On hindsight, make the best of it we did… ;P

18. What if Charlene was never in the picture, or if she didn’t get married?
No hen’s night, no biggie (I was wrong btw…) I’m more interested in what if Lorraine never got married really…

Having pondered the chicken and egg questions above, I was convinced that Lorraine was a life-changer to me. Without her, I could never have breathed and talked like how I’m doing so today, considering I was a jobless bummer not too long ago… which brings me to one more question, the mother of all chicken-and-eggs…

19. What if Darren had been nicer to Lorraine?

… Then I would never have had a chance to fall for Lorraine and we’d never have gotten started… More importantly, I wouldn’t have made up my mind to hold her hands in full view of the public coz I wouldn’t have decided that “I no longer give a damn”….

Woman-Next-Door (Part 17)

By SexyStan

I always felt that UOB’s marketing department has done a great job on their Ladie’s Card with the tagline “The Men don’t get it…” with their initial advertisement that ended with a really hunky male model scratching his head in confusion. Now, that’s what I call witty… Lol…

Its true how little we know of our female counterparts, other than the fact that we’d like to get into their pants if they were really hot. Shame on us (Don’t zap me here yet for if you time to think, you might well find it true…)

I’ve always known Lorraine to be a manly-gal, i.e. she’s a tough nut w/ a really fiery temper. Feisty some might say but having known her, I know she’d put many guys to shame, in particular, in the way she drives her car around (Now who says females can’t drive for nuts…). Throughout the months of acquainting her, servicing her (not in the sexual sense dudes… in professional capacity… Sigh… Horny Goats… hahaha) and being immensely attracted to her, I’ve always felt that we had an immense mutual understanding to an extent that our thoughts, needs and wants did not need to be spoken aloud for us to understand. It was like we were telepathic.

Her earlier girlish outburst made me realize that the feeling I used to have, that we knew one another already, couldn’t be further from the truth in fact. Yes, complacency is dangerous and I got complacent, forgetting how much I wanted to know her as a person as I remembered the initial smoke we had at the lift lobby and how I craved for her to tell me more about herself then, with me quietly listening to her stories, nodding and laughing with her. On top of that, I’ve come to the realization that although her manly nature and decisiveness is what I respect and love about her, Lorraine is still a woman first and a gal-at-heart second and that all she’d want, likely any other gals, is for a man to feel her through and through… Now, that’s feeling a lady, I thought to myself…

Lorraine went on and on once more… and I listened… careful not to get impatient… as she shared her happiness with me on Lorraine’s marriage. In wasn’t just the happiness for Lorraine had for Charlene, that Charlene’s finally found a man she trusts and is willing to place her life in his hands… It was about how Lorraine wasn’t happy in her marriage and is now hoping that this fate does not befall her best female-pal. Lorraine didn’t say that at all, she went on and on about how happy she was for Charlene… It was in her tone, voice and completely obvious in between the lines…

I get it now… and as we left the coffeeshop for her car once more (nothing kinky, sorry)… I held her hand and gave it a little squeeze with mine… In full view of the public…

I don’t give a shit anymore… I finally get it and if Darren does find out from the mouths of nosy aunties or whoever-shits… so be it…

Lorraine turned around to face me with an expression of shock… pleasant shock… “errr… are you nuts?” She beamed…

“No I’m not… I get you finally” I said, laughing, careful not to reveal too much of what exactly I get in case in brings out the pain in her, simply trusting that she’d be able to feel me and get it figured out…

She did and I was well-rewarded for my effort in understanding her (again, no kinky shits!!!!! How many times do I have to tell you horny bros this? hahaha… rewards come in many forms dudes….) Finally, on the car to my office, Lorraine went on and on about something else that was exciting truely…

“… … So Charlene brought her Hen’s Night forward, and wedding as well… so I could go… … … After all, I’m her best gal (yes, with that irritating flower-power slang) fren … and I’m gonna be her sister on marriage day… … … There’s gonna be a party and hell lotsa drinks and she’s suggested we check into a hotel after that….” Lorraine chattered on in a tone only an excited school-girl could have, saying that long piece above, much of which has been omitted for band-width reasons… hahaha… in one single breath…

“I think we should have a room to ourselves…”

I love MINDEF… I thought… as the journey, and whatever Lorraine had to say, came to an end… I could have screamed it out… if her lips weren’t on mine and I wasn’t too busy trying to get my tongue into her mouth.

I took the lift up to my office with Lorraine’s sweet kiss still lingering on my lips; Yes, I can still taste her kiss and tender lips, I thought to myself as my vision zoomed in on my pursed lips reflected in the mirrors the lift car had for walls.

As I examined myself further, I grew aware of something else other than my pursed lips and usually orderly dressing. Was it my hair? No… It was the twinkle in my eye…. Pursed Lips, but I was sure I was smiling deep down for I was excited, about the countdown to the three weeks I would have Lorraine all to myself and ecstatic for her company I was going to enjoy throughout that duration. Yes… Finally I was gonna get some alone time with all, though not all her time will be mine for Glen was still in the equation and she had to tend to her precious cub. Hen’s Night and a stay-over at a hotel was even better, I could envision her head on my chest while we both drift into sleep in the sooth and lull of her sweet scent… Heh, I found my reflection grinning back at me…

Like a new-born, wide-eyed and full of things to look forward to, I felt consciously alive for the 1st time in my life. It dawned on me I probably felt this way as a baby but I could never have been conscious back then of how good life felt. The refreshed me lasted the entire duration of the wait of two weeks plus and I felt more and more alive as each day wore on and we were one day closer to our lil “time-off”…

One thing I know for sure, the wait’s gonna be arduous and completely torturous for the both of us, but I was determined to make the best of it, i.e. the wait and the times that come after that…

Woman-Next-Door (Part 16)

By SexyStan

Not my best friend of course… Its Lorraine’s best friend’s wedding. I got to hear first hand, though I have to admit that it was a lil irritating as she went on and on, how Lorraine and Charlene, Lorraine’s best friend and ex-colleague who was getting married, were the best of gal-frens (yea… gal w/ tt irritating flower-power slang) from their JC days, to their Uni faculty and even joining the same corporate together… It was their dream, there was even that girl-lish BFF pact, you know, to get promoted or leave the company together… Well, all good parties come to an end and all these young girlish ambitions were brought to disappointment when Lorraine had a slight bump where her tummy was and she got married and Charlene left to join a rival organisation shortly after. None of my business really, and slightly irritating, but Lorraine simply wouldn’t stop, tugging my sleeves like a lil gal if she sensed I was switching off into screen saver mode…

On and on she went and she still wouldn’t stop even when we were at the lobby until the unexpected happened, when the lift door opened and Darren stepped out in a swagger, daunting in his light-blue Smart 3 uniform (Yea… I could see all the service award shit, badges and his farking rank, though really I have to admit that he does look impressive and I did feel secretly that he looks quite smart in it… something I’d never admit)… Stop Lorraine did with her mouth slightly ajar and she quickly recovered her composture. “Leaving so early?” Lorraine questioned, the obvious quiver that was supposed to be in her voice either not present, or not detectible at all (I suspect not detectible and that she was as freaked out as I was…). “Ya…” Darren grunted (How can this farker grunt everything he say instead of say it?) as he looked on at me, more like eye-balled me from head-to-toe in a who-the-fark-is-this-clown look. Sensing the challenge, my mongrel instinct took over, my gaze hardening, as my lips parted to pronounce a “Hi” that could only be pronounced by Arnold Schwazenager. I stretched out a hand most unwilling, only to have his hand meet mine in between our distance in a doubly unwilling fashion as he let out what sounded like a scoff (more like a snoff actually)…

“Errr… You remember Stanley right?” Lorraine quipped… and laughed. Artificial, I thought… Darren acknowledged slightly as Lorraine bade goodbye to him and all the “great day at all…” and “be home for dinnera” wifey shit. Darren acknowledged with an impatient, silent nod and strode off towards the multi-story carpark.

“That was close…” Lorraine giggled as the lift door closed before us after we had entered. Yea… I thought in silence… as my balls slowly lowered themselves into the sag they are supposed to be in. Hey, I felt challenged yes, and I felt provoked.. yes…, but still, it doesn’t mean my balls won’t retract upwards or they won’t shrink after what Lorraine and I have done… It ain’t right after all… And shrink they did. I’m just glad we weren’t holding hands or anything….

Unspoken rules do have a place and purpose in this world after all… and they certainly saved our pathethic skins…

The lift door opened to reveal the corridor, on our common floor, which both Lorraine and I have grown to be hell familiar with. I was still recovering from my initial shock (Hey, I wasn’t expecting to see my nemesis though we technically stay in the same block and on the same floor even…) when I heard Lorraine say… “Eh… Breakfast at 9 hor… Downstairs Coffeeshop…” as she untied her hair and walked towards her apartment, her head cocked slightly to face me while doing so…

Huh?!?!?! Again… I can almost hear her going on and on about her friendship with Charlene…. Shit! I thought…. Not Again!!!! I could almost hear myself groaning as I unlocked my door.

Upon finishing my morning shower and having changed into working attire (and of course after watching Suzanne Jung on CNA), I proceeded to the RP (redenzvous point) that Lorraine had set for the both of us. Ordered my coffee and of course her teh-si (again…. milk tea) and waited for her to come down, not eagerly for I already know what was in store… At the back of my mind, I was already picturing her going on and on… I could hear her and all… and I was already going yea yea…. ya… ummmm…. at the back of my head… Don’t get me wrong… Its interesting to hear stories and escapades about her younger days… Its all in the process of knowing a woman better and I do wanna get to know her… but on and on… about the same shit????? Hell no…

Lorraine’s car turned into the open-air carpark before the coffeeshop shortly, presumably having sent her precious cub to pre-school. Sigh…. as I watch her walk towards in my direction, shortly after. Again, she looked nice… and fresh as she must have taken a shower as well just as I did… But really, I was braced for incessant girlish banter and really wasn’t in the mood to appreciate her beauty then…

True enough… On and on she went… I know you bros must feel like killing for actually developing a section on how she went on and on… Trust me… I felt like killing her too…. 15 mins of suffering… 30 mins of suffering…. as I sipped coffee and munched prata while she talked as she sipped on her teh-si and ate her fishball noodles…. Kill me… Please….

“OEI… ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING ANOT?” Huh? The spacebar was tabbed (more like smashed) while lappy is in screen-saver mode, I could feel the processor in me whirl into life….. in fear….

“Errrr….. ya?” I said… looking at her with puppy eyes… hoping she’d feel sweet about the whole thing…

“No… you weren’t!” Lorraine replied sternly, obviously finding my lack of focus offensive.

Sigh…. here we go… our first official tiff….

I found myself staring at Lorraine’s pissed off and disappointed face that screams you-so-obviously-don’t-give-fucking-damn, a frozen portrait against a moving background. In a manner that reaks so of “flower-power” and I’m the female here, she maintained her silence and her pissed-off glare into my eyes, her body upright and arms akimbo, before retracting back into her seat in a I-couldn’t-care-less-because-you-don’t care posture with her hands folded across her chair.

“What?” Lorraine asked me, a dangerous note of threat present in her soft, chilling voice…

Sigh… and I thought it was highly unlikely we’d ever fight, considering how much understanding we have of each other… before composing my thoughts, choosing between a witty comeback line, which was likely to diss her further, or a serenading line to sooth her shrewish temper. I decided on the latter, for safety reasons, for there was still some tea in her cup and I was in white-collared attire, i.e. shirt and tie, not exactly fighting-fit long 4 camos…

“I was listening gal…” I replied, my tone calm and gentle…

“No you weren’t…” Her voice shot back low, cold and fast…

The debate wore on, not in a lively manner but a hopelessly dead fashion, on establishing whether I was listening or not… It went on for a good 15 minutes I think as I tried to tame the shrew… Hopelessly… Nothing worked… Wits didn’t work, it only riled Lorraine up further, big-watery puppy eyes didn’t work… apparently there wasn’t enough water in my eyes to douse the fire in her… and I’m too proud a man to try a pleading tone on her… I decided to try the last trick… Playing dumb… Not too difficult apparently, for I really didn’t know what was going on…

“Sigh… I was… but you can’t blame me for wondering really… what has Charlene’s marriage got to do with me?” I said, deliberating my tone… “I mean, fine… I love MINDEF for taking Darren away for 3 weeks so we can spend some time together… I see the dates that we were never able to go on materializing… I’m dying to take you out for movies and stuffs… and yes, Hen’s Night means we’d go clubbing… but we could have gone even without the Hen’s Night right? So really, don’t mind me, but what’s the big deal about Hen’s Night, Charlene’s Marriage, and all…?” …. “I don’t even know her…”

Big mistake… I thought as the final words formed and came out of my mouth just like that with a hint of protest in my voice. There, I had blown it… I had tried to deliberate what to say, controlling my tone, and the last 5 words that came out blew it all… Shit….

Lorraine tapped her fingers on the table dangerously for seconds which seemed like hours… The world behind her passing by us still… “So?” She said… “Why are you men always the same?” Clearly irritated, Lorraine continued… “Can’t you even listen for a minute?”

“You may not know Charlene but she’s my best gal… Can’t you at least show some interest?…… I’m happy for her as she’s finally found her man… Can’t you at least be willing to let me share it with you? ……(sentence trailing off, blah blah blah blah…..) IS SEX THE ONLY THING YOU GUYS CARE ABOUT?” Screen saver mode and the spacebar was punched once more by her last sentence…

“Lorraine… you know me better than that…” I said in a stern voice… “If that’s the way you see me? I can only say I’m sorry…”

Sensing the challenge, the fighter I’ve known her to be quickly rose to size me up… “Yea? Then say you are sorry…” Fighting… but I sensed plea in her tone…

Oh Lorraine… Lol… I thought… “I’m sorry… K?” I looked on at her and smiled…

“K…” Her eyes twinkling once more, sensing she’s won…

Crap….

Woman-Next-Door (Part 15)

By SexyStan

If you guys are frustrated w/ the recent slow developments in the story and can’t stand the anticipation at all, well, my r/s with Lorraine was like this. As I went about my day’s work, I was amazed at her absolute ability to hold me at a constant state of heightened anticipation. Simply put, high and dry, all the time, though this time round, I was higher and dryer than I ever was…

That night, I drifted into sleep hoping that she’d text me for a late night fag… Nope, didn’t happen. The minute my alarm rang at 5.00, I sprang up from my shallow sleep and as I changed for our morning routine jog, I can’t help wonder… Just exactly what did Lorraine had to tell me and why the need for such suspense?

I took the lift down to the ground floor and saw Lorraine seated at the void deck, adjusting her socks, the minute I turned a corner to where we always waited for each other in the morning.

“Moooo…..” I laughed as I tried to disguise my eagerness to break the Da Vinci Code “So what do you have for me?”

“Huh?” Lorraine whirled around, still bent over with both hands on her shoes, her fingers on a lace, with a look of almost-genuine (almost… damned, that’s how good she is at conjuring expressing on that pixie face of hers) befuddlement. Almost… for what gave her away was a radiance in her that I’ve known to exist but had not yet had the chance to see in full glory (full glory of her radiance… not the full glory of my morning ovation… if guys have been getting the wrong images throughout my visual narratives, then you know you are seriously sick shits… lol…)…

I scanned her face wearing my very own perplexed expression mixed that of abashment. Perplexed, because I swear I heard a louder “Huh” in my head in reply to hers… Abashed, because I’ve come to realize how much more beautiful she seemed with this new-found radiance in her… I mean, Lorraine’s always been radiant to me… but today’s was something different, something more… All the radiance in the past somehow seemed suppressed by an unhappiness that couldn’t be understood. Though it did show occasionally through her cheeky nature and wits, it certainly retracted into her as quickly as it manifested. What I got today, was a steady flow that only seems to increase gradually in intensity… Abashed, because the intelligent Lorraine I know must have been smart enough to notice what I’ve realized at that material point in time…

Breaking into a girlish grin with twinkling eyes, Lorraine quipped “Gotcha Junior…” before breaking into the infectious laughter that I’ve come to grow familiar with… “Not now… after the run…”

Lorraine got back into a upright position before lifting her body up without turning around with any indication of waiting.

“You’ll know… If you can catch me that is…” Her gentle jeer trailing off as I saw the bunch of a mini ponytail bob up and down at the back of her head as she broke into a run once more…

Once again, I find myself in a chase, as my legs went into auto-pilot on the resolution that I wasn’t gonna be left behind by her in anyway… including the suspense she was gonna leave me with…

The narcotizing effect has been making its presence felt in the relationship between Lorraine and I; I wasn’t consciously aware (i.e. only sub-consciously and prolly beginning to take it for granted) of just how exactly how beautiful she was as the mundanities of daily life took control of both she and I; Either that, or her beauty was simply too great, IMHO, to be full fathomed. I wasn’t even aware that such an effect existed until the radiance I had seen in her hit me that morning…

I found myself appreciating Lorraine once more, not just as a whole person, but in many tiny details once again, like how I did when I was met her at the lift lobby on our first “chance” encounter; I was once again aware of how she smelt, like flowers, the names of which I do not know and prolly have never seen. She was wearing the white-top that I’ve seen so often that I already numbed, but once again, I grew aware of the womanly lines that lie beneath. The auburn in her hair seemed obvious once more as I realized just how great she looked, as always, with her hair tied back…

That appreciation didn’t last long as the jog wore on, with both of us silent and panting, not in shagging fashion but a shagged out one, my mind drifting away from appreciation to keep focus on how I may keep pace with the seemingly deliberate intensity she added into our usual jog…

“Phew…” She heaved as she lifted both her hands into the air, her palms clasp as she stretched to her sides at the end of it all… Me? I was in a completedly defeated posture, bent over with my hands on my also bent knees, poised in a “I’m-so-gonna-puke” fashion, screaming “BITCH!” at the back of my head while trying to give her the most macho of expressions…

Lorraine laughed at the contortions of my facial expression… I had been looking gradually constipated that morning as both our chests rose up and down in a bid to catch our breathes (Yes, her chest was rising up and down, nice bosoms and all, but I wasn’t enjoying the view of it… trust me, go for a fucking 5-click run and try buayaing a gal immediately after… you’d prolly faint if your heart-beat increases in absolute horniness!).

“Hmmm… You are gonna get some private time with me…” Lorraine broked, as she turned to face the glistening water of the reservoir we just ran around like headless chickens…

“Aren’t I getting just that?” I said as I upright my posture, barely successful… “Errr… Occasionally, when we both can afford it?”

Lorraine laughed in a musical fashion, like she swallowed a freaking xylophone “You think? Then what’s gonna happen is gonna thrill you to death…”

Lorraine continued as we sat down on opposite sit-up benches at the exercise corner “Darren’s going overseas for three weeks, in about three weeks time…” She beamed… “Well, I was gonna let you in on that later, probably a week before he’s gone…”

She giggled again uncontrollably as she continued…” Didn’t wanna excite you too much. After al, you are a small boy…”

I glared at her mockingly, my glare revealing more of a twinkle than aggression as I landed a play-punch on a button on her shoulder which said “Press for hysterical laugher..”

“Ok.. Ok…” Lorraine protested, obviously tickled… “Well, but it turns out an ex-colleague whom I extremely close with called me the day before yesterday…” She held her voice in obvious deliberation before continuing with a strange “one eye big one eye small” expression “to tell me that she’s getting married…”

“So…” I played it cool, well on the surface for deep down within I was serious confused… Just WTF is she trying to get at? I screamed within…

With a “You-obviously-don’t-get-it-for-you-are-a-dumb-guy” look, Lorraine finally revealed… “Hen’s night… we both get to go… That’s on top of three weeks private time…”

Still seated on the sit-up bench with a blank expression on my face, I was going “Huh?!?” at the back of my head. Well, I’m certainly happy about the 3 weeks private time with her and I’ve never loved MINDEF more for this wonderful opportunity that it has presented to me (You guys would know that MINDEF has a serious problem presenting opportunities to people, haha…) but Hen’s Night? Ex-colleague’s marriage?? Eh… seriously, what does that have got to do with me?

Lorraine obviously picked up the vibes I was giving off for her expression changed instaneously to one of slight annoyance. “Hey… How come you don’t look too happy?” She asked, her voice distasteful. I looked at her my eyes went *blink* once… *pause*… *blink twice*… sensing I’m on thin ice. “Hmmm… I don’t quite get it?” My words came out in slow deliberation, one after another so that I could sense for any signs of danger and brake the sentence just in time… Remember what I said earlier on in this thread… Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned… particularly this woman. “I mean… Ya… I get the private time… Nice… we can go places we’ve always wanted to without interference… But you still have Glen so we can’t really hang out as much as we want to?” *Pause* “Besides… if you wanted to go clubbing, we could always go since Darren’s not in Singapore… But why the excitement over Hen’s Night?” Enlighten me here… I’m genuinely confused…? I screamed out from within me…

Lorraine’s face softened but her glare maintained… “You seriously are a dumb cuckoo aren’t you?” Dumb cuckoo? Now where did that come from… “Er… Where did that come from?” I laughed, my voice repeating the very question in my mind… “Chey…! Can’t be bothered with you… Let’s head back…” Lorraine jested as she got up to walk back home…

Not knowing what to do or say for I’m appearing utterly clueless and dumb, I stretched out my hands and pulled her close to me….

“Ouch…” She protested in shock as she fell on my laps, chuckling… “Hey….” Her voice trailing off as I did the only thing I felt I knew would cover up for the stupidity I just displayed… by planting a kiss on her lips…

“Are you nuts?” Her stern whisper arising in pitch in a crescendo. “Darren’s not out of Singapore yet and we are in public!” She hissed as she landed her palms on my chest to push me away just that slightly…

“Let’s go…” Lorraine said, getting up once more… “You can slowly figure out what’s going on for the next 2 weeks plus before he flies off…” She grinned…

Woman-Next-Door (Part 14)

By SexyStan

The dynamics of every relationship are sensitive, i.e. they shift easily to the smallest of influence from random occurences. Both Lorraine & I certainly didn’t plan for our relationship to develope into something like what we were having then. We didn’t even know what to call it, other than the lame facebook tag “Its complicated”. Needless to say, while we felt this way, neither of us put it up on facebook as we both lacked the guts to declare what society would call absolute immorality. Coinciding with all the media attention on 老牛吃嫩草 (thanks to Jack Neo… and his wazzisname colleague) (old cow eating young grass, a chinese anecdote depicting a old man lusting after young gals), especially when 联合晚报 (the chinese evening papers w/ unbelievably saucy news and crap gossips) published another article shortly after the debacle on 嫩牛吃老草 (young cow eating old grass, another anecdote depicting young man lusting after older ladies), only served to make matters worst for the both of us; Both Lorraine & I knew that in such politically and socially sensitive climates, getting found out would only mean the commencement of WWIII or eternal damnation of our souls as we die on stakes while being stoned to death by our relentless busy-body neighbours or anyone close enough in proximity or relations to sense the very change in our relationship that we were both aware of…

On the surface, nothing changed, i.e. morning jogs as usual as well as the occasion breakfasts, lunch or coffee dates whenever either of us could afford it; That’s only on the surface. If there was anything that we were aware of, its how our relationships hace We were more self-aware, in that we both knew how much we wanted each other did within but never dared reveal how is it we felt in public; We were more aware of our surroundings as well as the people in them, often sighting familiar faces that we never care for in the past; We were always talking and acting in a mock platonic manner that could only be too fake, our hearts and hands meeting only in the very few occasions we were in her car as well as the late-night smokes at the stair-case or lobby.

We got to see lesser and lesser of each other as our usual dates diminished with me trying to stay focused on my work & as she tried harder to reserve her afternoons for the little man in her life and the evenings and weekends for both the little and big one. Absence does make the hearts grow fonder is anything to live by and whatever lack of time we spent with each other, we made the best of it with our passion whenever, we could while we are in her car, while at the staircase, or even the occasional early morning playground while at our morning jogs…

We became used to our underground relationship and gradually, without speaking, we laid down unspoken rules…

1. We’d never be seen people we know
2. We’d never get intimate in the sanctity of her matrimonial home or my place as a form of respect to the people around us
3. That it be understood that she didn’t give a shit about her shit hubby but things are different when it comes to the angel cub of hers

You know, general rules of the game, there could well be a fourth rule as well… I don’t know… which probably spells

4. Whatever we both do and felt… there wasn’t gonna be any sex…

At least… There really wasn’t for some time… and for quite a while, this 嫩牛sure didn’t have much of 老草 to feed on…

Note the “days” and not day, Lorraine’s LOTR hubby Darren was to go overseas on an assignment for 3 full weeks. The news came when I was at work one afternoon in my office, in the most surprising of fashions.

I was staring intently at my laptop when my msn indicated I had a new “friend” attempting to add me. The e-mail address kindda giving a clue as to it was though I wasn’t quite sure it was Lorraine.

Hey junior… The window popped out with Lorraine’s beautiful face frozen in a cheeky fashion appeared.

Huh… uh… how did you know my msn addie? Lol… It wasn’t that hard to guess, but still I had to ask…

Hahaha… Surprised, shocked or glad? Very easy… all I did was to change your corporate e-mail to the different possible messengers… I tried hotmail.com, yahoo.com, blah blah blah… smart?

Ya ya… you are the smartest cow I know (oh yea… I forgot to tell you guys that cow’s my nickname for her halfway into the r/s… coz I always joked about how the 老牛 her was trying to eat the 嫩草 me… lol)… I m shocked really, but in a really pleasant way… =)

kekeke… I knew I’d make your day… anyway… I have another piece of good news for you…

????

Darren’s going overseas on an assignment in about 3 weeks… on dd/mm… He’ll be gone for 2 weeks… so we’ll have some time to ourselves… happy?

The screen remained frozen as my fingers remained frozen and my face contorted to an expression of ecstacy mixed with pure shock…

*Nudge* ??? [COLOR=”magenta”]eh… so silent… u don’t seem too happy…COLOR]

“Of course… I am…” these words formed in my head, in slow deliberation but what translated on keyboard was… of course I am! as I tried to handle the mixture of emotions in me…

I have one more piece of news for you…
Darren couldn’t have gone on an assignment at a better timing than this… Hahaha
I’ll tell you tomorrow… when we go jogging…

Huh? y so secretive? can’t u just tell me now? I typed, as I eagerly awaited the answer…

Nope… tomorrow… muackz… bye junior… gtg…

I found myself staring at Lorraine’s faded pic as she went offline. Husband overseas sure is a nice situation for me to be in, but she had one more piece of good news for me? What could it be?

Woman-Next-Door (Part 13)

By SexyStan

With my eyes peering over her precariously balanced body that’s now leaned slightly backwards, I could see Lorraine bite her lips in an expression that’s a mixture of shock, anticipation and resistance as my lips made contact with hers (the ones down below if you guys recall)…

Her protesting hiss rang in my head as “You are mad….” played on in slow-motion… Yes I am… absolutely mad… and I couldn’t agree more… She was driving me nuts with the sea of emotions welling up within me. Lorraine’s hands were now gripping the parallels of the metal railings, her bum snuggling nicely on the back of the palms of her gripping hands; Both my hands are nestled at the back of her bum in a bid to prevent her from falling over from the excitement, or rather absolute shock, whichever the case… I do not need to reiterate where my face, or rather my mouth and lips, are placed… You guys have a better picture than I do, I trust… Lol…

Lorraine threw her head back slightly as I kissed her pussy gently… “MMmmmmm….” Letting out a muffled moan as I ran my tongue in circles around her trimmed cunt. I had a good look at it, pinkish and alluring, bush, tan-lines and all. I could feel her thighs, which are now hanging over and from my shoulders, closing inwards to give my neck and head a squeeze, the respective muscles hardening to form a sort of tong (yes, the tong is spelt without a ‘h’ and completely different from ‘thongs’….lol)…

Half moaning, half giggling, Lorraine squirmed just a little, but as much as she could, whilst trying to maintain her balance, as my tongue explored her inside as it felt the heat coming out from within and the increase in moisture inside…

I wouldn’t say it was odourless and tasteless for to me, it tasted and smelt sweet and I could feel myself screaming out how much I more I wanted out of her, not only physically and sexually, but also emotionally and sensually. Her squeeze tightened as she fidgeted a little to release her left hand. Placing it on my head, she tugged at my hair a little and tried to exert a resistant push on my forehead before letting out another moan as my tongue pushed further inwards and increased in its rhythm of alternating upwards-downwards movements. I gave her butt cheeks a little squeeze, the firmness present therein merely served as an encouragement to “return the favour”…

Her push relented, gradually and slowly, as my tongue worked its way inwards to her clit. I allowed it to run in tiny circles around it in a bid to stimulate her further. I knew I’ve succeeded in my bid as I felt her gentle touch run across to the back of my head as she tugged at it gently, beckoning for me to go deeper…

“Ahhh….” She moaned and panted in sweet, alluring whispers… I didn’t make a sound for I had my “mouth full”, savouring how she tasted like how a connoisseur sipped wine. To me, she was a bottle of fine rose with excellent vintage, the type perfect compliments to dessert…

“Set me down…” She finally whispered softly as she looked intently into my busy face… “Its uncomfortable…” She said firmly before letting out her giggles…

“You are mad…” She reminded me once more as she leapt down from the railings into my once again opened arms. Looking at me with her head slightly cocked to one side, she swept the creases in her shirt and pulled it downwards, all the while maintaining her silence while she nestled her face in my chest. With my wide open palms placed on her waist with perfect awareness of the charming slender lines they were basking in, I could feel her protruding and erected nipples by the way…

Uncomfortable… yeah… it wasn’t only just her position on the cold, hard, steel railings… Discomfort was now every bit a norm in our relationship…

We walked down the staircase together, our hands clasp together, both silent as Lorraine wore an expression that showed she was deep in thoughts…

As we approached the floor that both she and I lived on, she turned around and took a good, long look at me… hesitant, before she finally broke the silence.

“Stan, what now?”

That was the question I was stumped at all along and now that she has finally raised it, I felt like a complete moron for there I was, I had no answers for a lady as a man.

“Lorraine, I don’t know… honestly.” I replied in slow fashion, allowing myself the time to think, and breathe… “I like you alot, and its not because you are hot… I’d like to think that you know me…”

Lorraine placed a finger on my lips, motioning me to remain silent, before taking a step as she tiptoed, leaned towards me, and kissed me gently on the lips…

“I like you too Stan and I’d like for you to know me as well…” She said in a deliberate tone… “Let’s take one step at a time…”

One step at a time? It all dawned on me, all of a sudden, how many more steps we needed to take…

“Good night junior…” She said as I watch her back shrink into the corridor. Lorraine slip in her apartment, before sticking her hands out to wave me a big goodbye and to blow me a kiss (blow me a kiss… not blow me!)…

One step at a time… My thoughts drifted off as I began to wonder how it could be done…

Blip my mobile phone went as I laid in my bed…

“I’m not gonna be able to wake up to run junior… But I’ll call you in the day…” the message read and ended with… “Love you…;P”

My eyes closed as my eyelids gained in weight. It wasn’t only my eyelids that were heavy as my heart felt lifted by the message but only to be pulled down by twice the amount of force it lifted off with.

I don’t know how to feel anymore….

Call me Lorraine did the next day, just as she had promised the night before, my phone vibrating with her name popping out on the screen as I went about my day’s task without a soul.

“Good morning Junior… Ya Busy?” Her cheery voice sounded at the end of the line…
“Hey gal… I’m with someone now… Call you later…”
“Oh…. Ok…” I heard her say before a click killed the line off promptly.

I was in the midst of an appointment when she called, throwing me into absolute disequilibrium. I tried to focus to no avail; My lips were moving and my voice was being projected in a monotone manner. My mind wasn’t in sync with anything I was doing then though and I suspected my client could tell as he looked occasionally into my eyes. All I could hear was not my voice, or his, but just the “Love you” I had seen in her message the night before.

Despite my absolute lack of focus, the deal was closed eventually and I found myself heaving a sigh of relief. “I’m so sorry if I’d seem distracted, I’ve had a bad week…” I found myself saying to my client’s amused face. Thankfully, he had never known me to be like this and its the first time he’s seeing this off-balanced me.

How could he when I’ve never seen this side of me either. True, there were moments of which I felt I was off-balanced but none of those moments measured up to this… As I headed back to my office, I wondered about the various possibilities, or rather, the various impossibilities that are likely to pop up after the little rendezvous that was shared between Lorraine and myself.

“What now…?” echoed over and over again my head only to be met promptly by Lorraine’s trailing voice “One step at a time…”

Steps? Sure… Mountains more like it… I ran through the transition in my head over and over again as I grew aware of the shift in dynamics in our relationship…

Pesky neighbour… to friend… to professional services rendered… to attraction… and now to sexual immorality…

What now?

Woman-Next-Door (Part 12)

By SexyStan

Lorraine’s voice finally broke the silence as she faked a shiver “Brrrrr…. I need some of that stuff… Give to me please…” She begged and gripped my arm with every ounce of her strength and giggled as I withdrew my arm in pain… “What are you dreaming about…”

She then widened her eyes in a ferocious stare and grabbed my T-shirt near the collar “Mugged… Now drop your fags…” I could only chuckle as I muttered a damn loud “Stupid” which was every bit intended for her ears…

“What?” She protested adamantly. In a swift swiping motion, the cigarette box which I had just pulled out from the pocket of my berms was now in her outstretched hand… “Lighter?”

As the flame leapt out, I held it close to her face as she tilted her head and lighted the cigarette, her face frowning with appreciation… She blew the first cloud of smoke in my face and extinguished my flame as I tried to light my smokes. Giving her an irritated look, I lighted my cigarette before retaliating with my own cloud which I exhaled in her face… “How old are you btw?” I asked, my voice cold with mocked sarcasm…

“Older than you are…” Lorraine reminded me, poking my nose with a finger.

Silence engulfed us once again as our cigarettes burnt on, the lighted portion being dragged closer to its tips…

“You know Stan… I’m not so sure…” Lorraine’s voice trailed as she flicked her cigarette out into the open air…

I looked at her face with anticipation, maintaining my silence…

Lorraine looked away from my face and I recalled saying to myself “Shit, what does this mean now” as I scanned for hints in her demeanors pertaining to her intentions…

She kept her silence. Finally breaking the pause, Lorraine whispered “What now?” Without even turning her outward-looking head, or eyes, towards me, she continued..

“I’m not promiscuous that much I know… I’m not sexually wanton… and I did not mean…”

“I never felt you were like this…” I interrupted but my sentence ended at “were…” with the “like this” cut off as she looked at me abruptly and cut me out completely…

“Look… if you are with me simply for sex… fuck off now…” She stared intently into my eyes… I felt insulted.

Her gaze softened almost immediately after… “Otherwise… listen…” She waited for a reaction from me “I’m married… and I didn’t expect that you’d come along…” She paused… “Just like how I didn’t expect Glen to come along…” Her voice trailing off…

I placed my palms on her waist in a bid to settle her. “Hmmm… What happened between us? I’m gonna have to end it…” Lorraine said firmly…

Her gaze softened further… “But I’ve come to realize that I can’t after the past few days… I can’t…” She shook her head lightly in dismay all the while maintaining her gaze…

I stared on at her every move… I really didn’t know how to react and more importantly, I didn’t know how she was gonna react…

“One more cigarette?” Lorraine requested, her face breaking into a smile once more…

We lighted our cigarettes and sat on the steps with her sitting on my lap as I told her not to get her shirt, overalls, whatever, dirty…

As she dragged on a puff, I placed a hand around her waist and my head on the back of her left shoulder…

“If I might say something…” I told her steadily “I’d like to return a favour…”

I found myself looking at Lorraine’s blank, puzzled face…

“Huh…” She said, almost choking, her face indicating that this gal was absolutely clueless about what I had said or implied…

I looked into her eye calmly, my voice steady and sure “I have this to say… I am not keeping, or hoping you’d remain, next to me due to sexual convenience…” My manner in speech slowed down as I waited for a reaction. I received none, only her intent, anticipating stare “I like you very much… very much…” I had trouble substituting “like” for “love” and thank God the right word came out “But I understand as well that you are married…”

“We both share so much… too much in fact…” I continued “It has never been about sex when it comes to you…” My voice trailing off as I paused to consider how best to phrase whatever I was going to say next… “And one thing about me, as a guy, whenever I receive favours… I return them….”

One should have seen how Lorraine’s face cringed from puzzleness to complete bewilderedness as I smiled after my statement… There… I’ve finished saying my piece…

In a split second, before Lorraine could finish the last puff that was left on her cigarette, I dropped mine and scooped Lorraine up with both my hands… Lorraine’s eyes squinted and closed in a mixture of shock and delight (more shock I think… thought I’d like to think delight, but yes… delight was there though I just didn’t know and still don’t know how much…) as she dropped her cigarette as well and covered her mouth which by now, had a very muffled laugh coming out from it…

I could feel Lorraine’s body quivering from her laughters as I walked two steps up before sitting her on the railing at the landing. a flat rectangular supporting her bosom. I slid my right hand up her left calf as her left slipper felt onto her floor…. “Shit….” I heard her mutter under her giggling breathe… “You are mad…!” Her whisper punctuated with an exclamation mark at the end of it…

She scrutinized me with an amused expression as my right hand continued running up her inner thighs while my left was kept in its position, supporting her… err…. butt cheeks?… to prevent her from falling…

“I can’t sit here…” She exclaimed again in whispers… “You are out of your mind… bonkers?” Breaking out into giggles once more when my finger was exploring just right at the door of her pussy… I had suspected she didn’t have any undergarments beneath her shirt… now I know…

I pulled her body forward with my left hand still on her butt before planting a kiss on her full lips…

“Mmmm…” Lorraine stared in complete shock as I pulled away from her and placed my body right in between her legs before bending my body downwards slowly…

“Shhhh…..” She protested in vain as I lifted up her shirt slightly before kissing the lips that are not on her mouth… but down below…

“YOU ARE MAD!!!!!!” She hissed….

Woman-Next-Door (Part 11)

By SexyStan

I went home that day from office heavy-hearted, the load of my laptop bag & documents making it feel so much worst than it should. She didn’t reply, and I knew not what else I could add. Should I call? Or should I simply drop another SMS… I decided against both, for as Lorraine did not want to seem wanton, I did not want to come across as being needy, desperate or worst still, horny and keeping her next to me for my own sexusl convenience…

I could not sleep that night and I simply couldn’t wait for 5a.m. to come. By 4.30a.m., I was dressed in my singlet, running shorts and jogging shoes. I wasn’t that ready to run, having lacked sleep the entire night; I simply yearned to see her. I did not manage to meet her that morning and for a further 3 more mornings to come. I could have called her, I know, but masculine pride and chauvinistic sheepishness prevented me from doing so. I bumbed myself in work and was sleeping later with each passing night, the aching in my heart increasing each time the times we shared floated into my mind. With each disappointing “blip” and ring of my mobile, the aching wore on with increased intensity. I felt her heart close, just like the steel gates with huge padlocks of her house, each time I waited for the lift at our common lobby and peeked in the direction of her apartment.

The ROE, or Rules of Engagement, of such games especially when dealing with married woman: –

1. Never expect a future; It was doomed to fail;
2. Never shit in your own farking backyard, especially friends with common friends, colleagues and especially clients or bosses;
3. Make the relationships clear. Its either a fling or a BGR… it was never meant to be complicated with blurred lines;
4. Never get involved in such relationships; and the last rule
5. What know? If you do not know the answer before leaping in, you simply do not leap in.

I was at a complete and utter lost. Then came a blip at 2a.m. as I tossed and turned in bed. My heart whirlled to life once more in hope that it was her after so many disappointments…

The message came through in the middle of the night, breaking its tranquility. Not that it mattered, I wasn’t asleep anyway… I reached for my mobile and tapped on the “New Message” icon, watching an animated envelope flap outwards to reveal the SMS that had just come in…

“Sent By: Lorraine” the details read. I fought back my emotions and squinted for a better look at the message that followed…

Aslp? the message read…

My finger flew over touchpad, tapping the animated keys and watching the following materialise… No babe… Nt yet… y?

I’m sry Junior…
Huh? for?
Hmmm…. nthg… I missed u alot… I donnoe y…
My heart froze in its beat… I missed u too babe…U’ve no idea… =)
I do hv an idea actually…Hahaha… I’m sry Junior… Smokes? ;P
U’d only miss me when u r in cold turkey… tt much I knw… Haha… Yea… Y nt?
K… C ya…

Bloody hell… My curse not sounding like a curse at all as I put on my berms and T-shirt. Picking up my keys, lighter, cigs and wallet, I closed my gates gently knowing her door would be open any minute. I needed to ensure I don’t wake her hubby up as we share a common corridor…

Moments passed and Lorraine couldn’t be seen anywhere. I jeart the opening of a door followed by the deliberate & muffled sound of a large steel padlock pop open.

I knew she was coming as I held my breath… there, from the blind of the wall that seperates our longing, stood Lorraine, her beautiful eyes squinted in the lfluorescent lights above our heads.

With slow, deliberated steps, Lorraine walked towards me, her hands behind her back…

With only a metre left to spare, the only distance that kept us apart, she bounded with childlikedness into my uncontrollably wide open arms…

I smelt her hair again after all these while… “I missed you…” She whispered as I fought back that single drop of tear that formed…

If you guys understood why this section of the development is called Moving On but are absolutely clueless how the word ‘climbing’ came into the picture, your bewilderment will be addressed shortly…

The picture froze with my hands around her waist and my nostrils picking up every hint in her scent, with me absolutely reluctant to let go for fear of losing her once more, and my heart screaming “I missed you too…” repeatedly. No words formed in my mouth though, I was savouring every moment of our mutual silence. She had her pixie head buried in my chest, her left cheek pressing against it. Lorraine held still for God-knows-how-bloody long when… “Errr… I can’t breathe…” She chuckled. I promptly released my grip with silliness hitting me abruptly with the realization of how much strength I had used to wrap my hands around her as she lets out a mock, low-toned chocking voice “Er hem… *Cough Cough” before raising her brows and with her eyes that she widened so big till it seemed they were gonna pop out of their sockets any minute, she raised a finger to her lips “Shhhhhhh….”

Lorraine giggled after her girlish entics and placed her right hand on my left before walking briskly past me as she tugged and dragged… I could only laugh at her sweet girlishness as I’m definitelt more used to a more decisive and perhaps “manly” Lorraine…

She was clad in those huge, oversized T-shirts that hang loosely from a feminine body frame, the kind that extends to your knees and slippers… Her hair was unkempt, no make-up and “obiang” white horned-rimmed glasses… An auntie in every possible way that comes with a face I can only call “hot”… Not that it mattered for I really didn’t care…

Comical sight as she walked ahead of me and tugged, till we reach the staircase landing adjacent to my unit, she planted a feet on its steps and started to ascend… trudging and struggling to get me to follow…

I laughed “Why are we climbing the stairs?”

She whirled around “Let’s go upstairs for a change? Void-deck’s boring? Besides, people might see us?”

I laughed as the picture of her trawling her struggling cub appeared in my head… Hey, I’m not as easy to manage as your 3 year ole cub, I thought with of course, that very thought and opinion kept silently to myself.

I followed and after numerous flights of steps and of course, floors, we reached the top most floor of our flat…

Lorraine bounced over the a ledge and with her arms folded and resting on it, she looked outwards in a dreamy state…

There, we watched the view of the whole estate with the occasion passing car moving into the MSCP and with occasional late-nighters coming home, or going out…

As the world passed by beneath our feets, we remained motionless and outward looking (perhaps downward looking) as mutual silence ensued…