Story: Confessions of a Side Chick

[EnigmaofSorrow]

The next day, I arrived at school bright and early, somewhat eager to find out if Emily had indeed been able to test Adam.

I caught sight of her at her usual bench before assembly.

Me: So?

E: Huh?

Me: Did you?

E: Err…

Me: Well?

E: Are you going to be mad at me?

Me: No? Maybe?

E: Well…. I think….

The crowd of students moved towards the courtyard.

Me: Fine. Tell me later.

We shuffled off to join the others for morning assembly.

I was fidgety the entire day. Wondering what Emily had done that she could not tell me in less than a minute.

It was a short day and we were done by lunch. I literally dragged Emily out.

Me: Well?

She shushed me and headed to the direction of the driveway.

Adam was already there.

I scowled at her.

We went up to the car and got in.

A: Hi ladies.

Me: Where are we going?

A: Lunch?

Me: What's going on?

E: I'll tell you later.

The car ride was in relative silence as Adam drove us to a shopping centre in the east.

I literally dragged Emily to the washroom after Adam had parked.

Me: Out with it.

E: What?

Me: What's going on?

E: Well….

Me: Well what?

E: Ok. He's huge. But I didn't do anything. Just touched it.

Me: Huh.

E: I tried to get him to go back to my room but he refused. He didn't want to disappoint you.

Me: But he let you touch it?

E: Why not? I wanted proof of his size.

Me: Right.

She was unbelievable.

Me: So what are we doing here?

E: Having lunch?

Me: No really.

E: We are having lunch. Or going to anyway. Once we're out of the toilet.

Me: And?

E: I think he really likes you. He wouldn't even touch me. Or let me blow him.

Me: And?

E: Maybe you should give him a chance?

Me: What about his unresolved girlfriend issues?

E: Still unresolved from what I gather. But does it really matter?

Me: I think it does. I'm not a rebound.

E: Then don't be.

Me: And frankly, I'm quite satisfied with the current arrangement.

E: You do know that a physical relationship can be damaging right?

Me: No. How so? Are you speaking from experience?

Emily sighed.

E: You really have lots to learn.

Me: And I have to learn it by myself.

E: Or you could listen to the people around you.

Me: Somehow I don't think you're the best person to advice me on this. Or anything for that matter?

E: Haha. You seem to be implying I'm inexperienced at this.

Me: I wouldn't dare to speculate.

E: All I can tell you is not to give up on a good thing. Even if it lasts but a fleeting moment.

Me: That's so deep.

E: You wouldn't know until you tried. Even if you failed, what did you lose?

Me: Besides my virginity?

E: That isn't even in the equation.

We left the washroom and met Adam at the Long John Silver's.

I wondered what the plan would be after this.

My place was empty no doubt. But did I really want to just keep fucking him or actually have a proper relationship?

What if one day his ex decided that they should be together again. What would stop him from leaving me?

A relationship that starts physical wouldn't necessarily end well. But neither would it end badly if proper steps were taken.

I was still young and had lots to experience.

Perhaps one day I would figure all this out. But in the meantime I guess I should just go with the flow.

[Ru66erStamp]

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[EnigmaofSorrow]

I have decided to wrap up the Adam story as it was just the introduction as to how Jade had her sexual awakening.

*****

Fast forward a couple of years, I was studying communications in a local university. It was pretty far away from where I lived so eventually I decided to live in the hall, having signed up for a couple of CCAs to secure my place in the residence.

It was supposed to be gender segregated living, but I lost count of the number of times my hallmates had their boyfriends or fuck buddies over. Needless to say, nights were pretty interesting.

I was lucky enough to be in a twin bedder, but had no roommate at that point of time. Had I wanted a dick in me, there was no doubt how easy it would be to invite someone over.

Adam and I didn't really work out. As expected, he could not get over his ex to my satisfaction and we ended it mutually a couple of months later. I will never forget the experience though, but often wondered how I would ever adjust back to someone who wasn't as well-endowed as him.

During my term breaks I actively sought out a company for internship, in the hope that it would eventually lead to permanent employment after my graduation.

Sadly, despite my best efforts, many of the big companies were not hiring interns, or even part-timers. It was not that I needed the money, but having some sort of experience in the industry I intended to work in would definitely hold me in good stead when I finally entered the job market.

I finally managed to chance upon a small advertising firm that was run by a husband and wife team. Both were in their late twenties, and had started the company after gaining a few years of industry experience. I worked weekends, and a couple of weekdays when I did not have many classes. I guess it also helped that I could work from home, or from my hall.

The wife, let's call her Belinda, and the husband, Ben.

Belinda was tall and slim, bespectacled, with long hair mostly tied in a ponytail.

Ben was pretty unassuming, like any normal guy, bespectacled as well, and usually dressed in loose t-shirts and jeans unless he had a client meeting.

The days I was at the firm, it was mostly just me and Ben, Belinda was usually out for client meetings or presentations. There were a couple other part-timers who were usually home-based, or communicated via webcam.

I usually kept to myself, doing whatever Ben or Belinda assigned me, which was usually trend analysis. Pretty boring stuff.

One day, I heard Ben arguing with someone over the phone in his office after which he stormed out, slamming the door behind him. I heard his hurried footsteps go down the staircase from our second-storey shop house unit. Couple of seconds later, he stormed back up.

I casually glanced over.

Me: You ok boss?

He looked at me.

B: Stop calling me boss. Haha. Please call me Ben. And no, I can't find my cigarettes.

I dug into my bag, retrieving my pack.

He looked at me incredulously.

B: You smoke?

Me: Now and then. Not really frequently.

B: Shall we take a short break?

I glanced over at the endless stream of data on my computer screen.

Me: Why not?

We exited the office and headed downstairs.

As we lit our sticks, I wondered if I should make any small-talk.

I didn't have to.

B: So you've been with us for what, almost a year now?

Me: Few more months to a year actually.

B: I see. So how do you like it here?

Me: It's not bad. I'm learning new things. Not very sure I wanna do advertising though.

B: Ah. It gets monotonous sometimes. As you can tell, our clients are usually from the same industry.

Me: Well, I haven't done much of the creative stuff yet.

B: Would you like to? Maybe handle a few smaller projects?

Me: I'm not so sure. Might not have the time with my classes and all.

B: Why not just give it a try?

Me: I'll think about it.

B: Sure.

The curious cat in me decided to find out what he was angry about.

Me: So Ben, why were you angry just now?

Ben gave me a surprised look.

B: Oh. I didn't mean to scare you. It's just… Bel… she…

Me: Mrs Boss?

B: Haha. Just call her Bel. You see, it's our anniversary today, and we were supposed to go for dinner after her meeting. But she somehow decided that the client's party is more important.

Me: Isn't it?

B: Well, I guess it is. But… oh well. I guess I shouldn't bore you with the details.

Me: I'm all ears.

Ben signed.

B: Our marriage is kind of a funny thing. We're both so busy running this company, obviously she's the face of the company and has to meet clients. But every month we're supposed to have a 'date night’. You know? Time for ourselves.

Me: Yeah?

B: Well, it hasn't happened for the past few months.

Me: You feel neglected?

Ben laughed.

B: In more ways than one. Oh man. That was slightly inappropriate.

I laughed too.

Me: You don't have sex?

Ben almost choked at my directness.

B: Well, that's one of the things. We don't really do it anyway because of certain reasons.

Me: Like?

B: I don't think it's really appropriate to discuss this.

Me: Oh? I'm quite open minded.

Ben sighed.

B: Well, let's just say we aren't really compatible sexually.

Me: Isn't sex and intimacy one of the things that keeps the relationship alive?

B: Oh we have no problems otherwise. It's just the sex. We don't need it to stay together.

Me: Really?

B: Well, we're a special kind of couple. We're open with each other on our needs and our wants. And at this point of time, the company is more important.

Me: I see.

B: Anyway, what are you doing later? I could buy you dinner if you'd like, otherwise I'll just cancel the reservation and eat instant noodles at home.

I thought about it for awhile. Free food was always tempting. Besides, what's the worse that could happen?

Me: Sure.

[Oliver66]

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[EnigmaofSorrow]

The rest of the day passed without much incident.

I wondered if I had made the right choice in accepting Ben's dinner offer, especially after knowing the intimate details of his relationship with his wife.

Then again, what was the worst that could happen? I might have to find a new company to intern at? My school might get an email about my unprofessionalism?

Perhaps the reason why they weren't having sex was because he didn't enjoy it?

Besides, I was still not exactly what guys would describe as a hot girl. So the chances of anything happening were probably pretty slim anyway.

After work, he locked up and we took a short walk to his car. He made a phone call.

B: Bel? I'm having dinner with Jade. You ok with it?

My heart skipped a beat and half expected him to hold the phone away from his ear in anticipation of a tongue-lashing. It never came. Instead, he put her on speaker.

Bel: Jade, take care of Ben for me ok? If he drinks, don't let him drive, do you have a license?

Me: Uh… yeah. But still on probation.

Bel: Ah that's fine. Or just take a cab. If he does drink and get drunk, do let me know too.

Me: Ok.

Bel: I'll text you our address later. He literally knocks out when he's drunk.

I looked at Ben and he smiled sheepishly. He had this cute, boyish look about him.

Me: Ok Bel, I'll make sure he gets home safe.

Bel: If you have to take a cab home let me know too, or you can stay in the guest room. Have fun! But not too much.

She ended the call.

I looked at Ben, he shrugged.

Their relationship was truly different from others that I knew. Weird, if I might say.

Nonetheless, we proceeded to his car. It was a BMW convertible.

He got in and put the top down.

B: You don't mind right? I like the fresh air.

I shook my head and got it. It was a nice car. I wondered if I would actually get a chance to drive it if he did drink. And I probably shouldn't drink either if he was drinking.

We reached the restaurant faster than I expected, given the heavy traffic during evening peak. Thankfully it wasn't some high-class swanky place, otherwise I might have been a little underdressed in my spaghetti top and shorts.

As we ate our mains I kinda wondered if Ben was a normal guy. His eyes maintained their focus on my face and nowhere else, despite my tight spaghetti top enhancing my assets. It was probably because Belinda was way prettier. Or perhaps he was gay? And his marriage was merely one borne out of convenience? It truly was hard to say.

We talked about rather boring topics, like our school days, our aspirations and stuff like that. I wondered why he never did ask about my sexual history. Or if I was seeing anyone.

Not unexpectedly, Ben did order a beer, then a few more. I guess my chance to drive a convertible was about to present itself.

[Truthful]

Very nice story, please do continue with it.