[Shrouded]

I excused myself after finishing the cup and left their place. June couldn't be that far away.

True enough, she texted me that she just entered the car park and asked me to wait for her at the lift lobby. I just hung around since I was already there.

Within minutes, a grey Nissan hatchback pulled up to where I was standing. The window wound down and June asked me to get in.

Me: Don't you want to park somewhere and talk?

J: No. Just get in.

I got in and she drove out of the car park.

Me: Where do you want to go?

J: Somewhere quiet?

Me: The car park was quiet.

June looked at me.

J: Were you drinking?

Me: Just one cup.

J: You're not going to try anything funny right?

Me: Even if I was drunk I wouldn't.

J: Ya right.

Me: So where do you want to go?

J: Any beaches around here? Otherwise I'm driving to east coast then leaving you there when I wanna go home.

Me: What? Haha. Erm. Sembawang beach?

J: Show me the way.

I roughly directed her there and we arrived at the car park there.

J: Why is it so dark?

Me: No idea. I always thought the lights were on at night.

J: Whatever then.

She parked but didn't kill the engine. She released her seatbelt and I did as well, and we remained in the car to talk.

I tried to look at her face but couldn't see much in the darkness. She wasn't dressed that sexily anyway, just a fitting t-shirt and denim shorts.

Me: So what happened?

J: Like I said I was chatting with this guy on the forum. Seemed normal. Normal conversations, just talking about preferences, current life situation and stuff like that. He left me his telegram contact but I didn't want to chat with him there yet. So I continued on private message. But he didn't really reply. He was nice to talk to, seemed decent, so eventually I just switched to telegram.

Me: I see.

J: So anyway he said it was good I finally introduced my fwb to my husband, he wanted to know how he reacted and all that as he was sure he wouldn't be able to accept it. Stuff like that. He's supposedly in an open marriage too but they don't know about each other's partners. He wanted to know how he should talk to his wife about this.

Me: And you decided to meet?

J: Well, it's nice to know other people in open relationships. Gives me more context to my situation. Anyway he didn't seem like he was interested in me at all, seemed pretty harmless. Unlike the others who straight away just stated their height, weight, age, race and dick size, this guy never talked about any of these. Seemed like a genuine person.

Me: Ok…

J: We had dinner and coffee just now then he asked if I wanted to get some drinks. I wasn't dressed appropriately and I was driving so I agreed to one or two drinks. It was all fine and I drove him home afterwards then he groped me in the car.

Me: What?

J: He touched me.

Me: Where?

J: He placed his hand on my thigh and started rubbing over my shorts.

Me: Why didn't you stop him?

J: I was on the expressway. I told him to stop. But he didn't. He just said I'll enjoy it. Like he's got magic fingers or something.

Me: You can stop at the road shoulder you know?

J: I just wanted to get him home as quickly as possible then get away from him.

Me: I think because you didn't stop him he got bolder and just continued.

J: Luckily my shorts are tight. He didn't manage to go in. He tried to unzip me but I pushed his hand away. He got a bit rougher then I started swerving the car. Then he just went back to rubbing over my shorts.

Me: You could also driven straight to a police station?

J: When I had alcohol? Are you crazy?

Me: I thought you said two drinks?

J: Obviously I had more.

Me: Are you ok to drive?

J: I managed to get here didn't I?

Me: Ok. So you sent him home then what happened?

J: He squeezed my breast, tried to pinch my nipple then tried to force me to kiss him.

Me: And you still didn't stop him?

J: I slapped and pushed him away la! And told him to get out of the car. Then I sat there for a while. Then I texted you.

Me: Ah. Sorry for that experience. Are you feeling better now?

J: Slightly. A bit irritated. I shouldn't have met him. Fucker.

Me: Well then don't meet him anymore? Or anyone else?

J: He texted me just now to apologize. Said he was drunk.

Me: Was he?

J: Hardly.

Me: Did you reply?

J: No. I blocked him.

Me: Ah. Ok. How can I help then? Since you called me out.

J: Help? I don't need your help. I'm not horny anymore. If that's what you're referring to.

Me: Lol. No. I mean you can rant to me or something. I'll listen.

J: Can I punch you?

Me: What? Why?

J: I'm angry.

Me: Why punch me?

J: Probably will hurt less than punching a wall.

Me: Errr.. sure?

As soon as I said sure, she actually punched my chest. I totally wasn't prepared for it.

Me: What the fuck.

It actually hurt a little. I was surprised.

J: Sorry. Didn't think you were so flabby.

Me: I'm not a bodybuilder.

J: You gek your muscle then I punch again?

Me: Errr…

J: Fine. How about a hug instead?

Me: Sure?

She leaned over and lay her head on my chest as I wrapped my arms around her.

Me: Is this supposed to be a friendly hug or an unfriendly one?

J: What the hell is an unfriendly hug?

Me: I don't know… maybe more than 5 seconds? And why are your hands down there?

She had placed her hands on my thighs.

J: I can't reach around your back?

I adjusted a bit and she managed to hug me properly.

J: I was also thinking of checking if you were getting hard. Hahahaha.

Me: I'm not.

J: Gonna be weird if you were.

Me: You know sometimes it's a natural reaction right?

J: Especially when my boobs are squashed against you?

She hugged me tighter.

Me: Erm. Yeah.

J: Please don't get hard. I think you are a nice guy.

Me: What's that got to do with me getting hard?

J: If you get hard, then I'll assume you are another one of those guys who want to fuck me.

Me: That hardly seems fair, considering I can feel your boobs.

J: Hang on ah.

She grabbed my crotch.

J: Well done. It's not hard.

Me: Right.

J: Ok. You're cool. I don't mind hugging you.

Me: Erm.

J: What? I like to hug ok. Girls and guys. Except I don't have many people to hug.

Me: Your husband or fwb?

J: That's different. It's more sexual.

Me: Is it?

J: The other girls also like to hug you what. What's the difference?

Me: We don't know each other that well.

J: Hahahaha! You're using the line you used on Jasmine.

Me: But we really don't.

J: Anyway, how come you don't feel violated when I anyhow touch you?

Me: Huh?

J: I grabbed your cock. Do you secretly enjoy it?

Me: Erm no? Wasn't expecting it?

J: You didn't react violently as well.

Me: Not very nice to do so.

J: You're too nice. No wonder everyone is taking advantage of you.

Me: It's easier to be nice.

J: True.

Me: Anyway, don't meet that guy anymore. If you want to meet others from the forum, don't go alone.

J: I won't meet anyone anymore. Fucked up experience. You want to accompany me if I meet someone else?

Me: Errr…. I don't really wanna meet anyone. I only met two people from the forum. One's EoS. Other is you.

J: Lucky me then.

Me: Why lucky?

J: You didn't turn out to be some weirdo or rapist. But still pretty weird in some ways.

Me: Right.

J: Anyway, I'm inactive but I still read your story ok. Please talk to Jasmine. If you can't find the balls to talk to her, then ask for help. Otherwise, you'll just be carrying on like this forever.

Me: As long as she's happy.

J: Even if she is, are you? You clearly crave more than a physical connection, but it seems like that's all you're getting now. If you want more, you gotta ask for it. Or just be like Nat and Darren.

Me: I'm not sure that's what I really want.

J: And you're not sure that's what she really wants either. You know why? Because you don't communicate properly.

Me: I'll try.

J: Don't try. Do it. Like me right now. Now that my husband and fwb are familiar with each other, we have threesomes weekly. I couldn't be more satisfied.

Me: Is that what you really want?

J: Yup. I enjoy sex with both of them. But it was getting tiring hiding it. Now I have the best of both worlds.

Me: And you still fuck them separately?

J: Of course.

Me: Managed to try double penetration yet?

J: Ah… sadly no. They still don't dare.

Me: Haha.

J: You going to offer your small cock again?

Me: What? No… just use a toy or something.

J: I'd want a real one. Are you offering it or not?

Me: No.

J: You sure? Very very sure? You can take my virginity.

Me: Don't play with me.

J: You'll get to see me naked. You'll get to experience my blowjobs…

Me: Haha. Don't want to.

J: What an insult. Hahaha.

Me: I'm serious. I don't want to.

J: I know. Just teasing you.

Me: Very funny. Anyway, that guy who groped you. Are you going to do anything?

J: Like what?

Me: Report to police?

J: And say what? I got groped by a guy who's name I don't even know because I met him on an online forum? They'll think I'm some immature kid.

Me: Pretty sure they won't. So you're not going to report it?

J: Nah. I just want to forget about it. Please don't bring it up anymore.

Me: You know what mob justice is?

J: Yes. And I don't want you to do it.

Me: Why not?

J: Because there'll be people who say I deserve it, because of how I dress, how I behave and how I look. And his wife may get dragged into this as well if somehow his identity is revealed.

Me: So you're just going to let it go?

J: Yeah.

Me: That's not right.

J: Why? Who are you to seek justice for me?

Me: A concerned friend?

J: Just drop it la. Please. I don't want to talk or think about it anymore. Besides, you have your own problems. Don't make my problem your problem.

Me: Ok then.

J: I don't need a hero la. Please. If I wanted saving, I'll go find that guy EoS. Hahahaha.

Me: Funny how you can still joke about it.

J: I'm really ok now after talking to you. Just a bit irritated. I'm not those kind of girls that kena raped then will cry in the shower for hours one ok?

Me: Wait…. He only groped you right? Not rape right?

J: Wah lau eh. I'm referring to those Chinese drama where the girl after rape will cry in the shower. He didn't rape me. If he did you think I'll be here talking to you?

Me: Just checking.

J: Check what? He didn't rape me. I'm not letting you check there also.

Me: Never mind.

J: You're a funny guy. Showing so much concern for others. Time to start thinking about yourself.

Me: I don't think I'm selfish by nature.

J: You do what you need to do to survive. Kill or be killed. Eat or be eaten.

Me: I'm surviving fine.

J: Really?

Me: Yup.

J: Get out of the car.

Me: Huh?

J: Get out of the car. And go sit down at the beach. It's peaceful and it will help you to think.

Me: Ok…

I got out. She didn't. She wound down the window.

J: Thanks for talking. Have fun!

Me: You're leaving?

J: Yup. You can walk back right?

Me: I can.

J: Then bye!

Me: Seriously?

J: I'm not the person you need to be with you right now. Even if I wanted to stay here with you, I probably shouldn't. You need to be alone. To think. You can't think when there's distractions.

Me: Right.

J: You want me here? To sit with you at the beach?

Me: I'm ok.

J: Hello. It's want or don't want. Not I'm ok.

Me: I want?

J: So you're not going to think?

Me: I can't think. I actually don't really like being alone.

J: You're scared of the dark?

Me: No. I just don't like feeling lonely.

J: You're the fucking weirdest guy I ever met.

She killed the engine and we walked towards the beach, taking off our slippers as we neared the water. It was odd that at that time of the night, there were still people hanging around, mostly couples, some groups, some tents erected illegally on the beach. We even heard a couple fucking in one of the tents.

J: That's pretty daring.

Me: You have sex in a staircase. At least this is enclosed.

J: So loud.

Me: Go and tell them to keep it down la. Haha.

J: Don't be funny.

We continued walking until we found a bench and I instinctively brushed the seat with my hand in case there were any leaves before we sat down. She shivered a little.

Me: Cold?

C: Aren't you?

Me: I got enough fats I guess.

C: Wow. Then my boobs are definitely not cold. Or my ass.

Me: Come on, you're not fat.

J: That's where all my fats are in case you haven't noticed.

Me: Ok. Do you mind if I smoke?

J: Can smoke here meh? Public park.

Me: Oh ya. Forgot about that.

J: Why don't you vape? Haha. Less smell.

Me: That's illegal. But I do have some actually. Smoking is just more convenient.

J: Your cum must taste damn bad.

Me: Probably.

J: I was so glad my fwb switched to vapes. I don't mind swallowing now.

Me: So you minded swallowing before?

J: A little. Damn bitter. You tasted your cum before?

Me: Sort of.

J: Bitter?

Me: I didn't find it bitter.

J: Sure or not.

Me: Yup.

J: You're too submissive. When I try to feed my fwb his cum after he cums in my mouth he'll push me away.

Me: I'd french kiss her if she wanted to even if her mouth was full of my cum.

J: Wah. Damn kinky. Never tried that before.

Me: Huh. It's normal right? If I'm ok with doing that.

J: No it's not. I want to try. Haha.

Me: Like right now?

J: I knew it! You keep saying suggestive things because you actually want to fuck me. Hahaha.

Me: And you respond suggestively because you also actually want to fuck me.

J: I guess we're just very suggestive people.

Me: I guess that's true.

J: Eh don't take this the wrong way, but I'm going to lie on your lap.

Me: Why?

J: I'm tired.

Me: You wanna go back to the car or something?

J: No. It's cooler here. I have to keep the engine running in the car if we're there. Petrol is expensive.

Me: Ok. Let me take out my phone and other stuff then.

J: Ok.

I removed the items and June lay on my lap, placing her hand directly on my crotch and lay her cheek on it.

Me: Seriously???

J: Why? I don't want your cock to suddenly poke my face.

Me: It's not going to.

J: You sure ah? If it does, I'm going to chew on it.

Me: Over my shorts or directly?

J: Which do you prefer?

Me: Neither. I won't get hard.

J: Ok then.

She purposely slid her hand out from under her head and rested it on my thigh, intentionally brushing against my cock.

Me: You did that on purpose.

J: Nah. Was just lazy to lift my head up.

Me: I really don't need another partner.

J: Who wants to be your partner? Haha. Maybe if you got those cock extension sleeves…

Me: Ah. I've seen those.

J: You have?

Me: No. Don't need them.

J: You should try. My fwb used a studded one. I swear I wasn't walking properly for a day.

Me: Erm.

J: You know it's really cool I get to talk about sex and what not with you and you don't judge me.

Me: I don't judge anyone.

J: And I really like it that you don't turn into some horny sex maniac just because I'm talking about sex.

Me: How do you know I'm not?

J: Just a feeling. Other guys would probably be touching me all over. Trying to get me to blow them.

Me: I've got good self control. Hahaha.

J: You remind me a lot of my fwb. Like the shy type when outside. Then in bed he's a monster.

Me: I don't think I'm a monster.

J: Well, the way you write your stories say otherwise.

Me: Entertainment value.

J: Sure sure. I wanna nap now.

Me: What time do I wake you up?

J: When you're tired and want to go home?

Me: Ok.

She fell asleep pretty quickly and I took out a stick. I don't think anyone would be around to catch and fine me at this time.

I reminisced as I smoked, the situation reminding me of Ann lying on my lap way back then at Changi beach.