The Night Rider

[spikyone]

A few days passed, and I redoubled my efforts to meet MW, driving from my workplace to her hostel canteen for lunch and rushing back within my one hour break. Being the shallow person I was, I thought with the nicer car and higher effort I deserved her more than me. Little would I know later on…

Ring ring…my phone vibrated in my pocket as I walked to my car. It was M calling..

“Spikyone, ok I will step back and let you go ahead and pursue MW. But only because you approached me to do so that way that night. But I won’t help you, from now on you are on your own with regards to chasing her.”

“Thank you M. This means a lot to me, and also I’m relieved that I don’t want to snatch her from you.” I replied.

“Hahaha, what makes you think you can..anyway. Good luck then”, M hung up as I stood there, with a grin plastered on my face.

The next few weeks and months, I relentlessly pursued MW, picking her up for lunches and dinners, commuting back and forth, until when it was near her exam time, and MW and S were studying in her hometown. I bought a few slices of cakes from CoffeeBean and decided to surprise them, driving the 1 hour journey and ringing the doorbell at the house they were in.

As the door opened, she could not believe
it as I stood there with a stupid grin on my face, saying “Surprise! Teatime?”

“Caaakkeee! Oh thank you..” yelled S as I walked into the living room.

“Ok, I’m going to leave you two for a while, to get something.” S said as she walked out the door.

[spikyone]

As I set out the cakes, MW looked at me and said, “I can’t believe you drove all the way down just to support us studying, and brought cake as well!” MW said, smiling at me as she moved closer next to me, and my heart rate increased exponentially.

As we had the cake, I glanced at her repeatedly, and her to me. Slowly we got nearer, until I put the spoon down and, looking into her eyes, I reached out to hold her hand, and she moved her face closer to mine. We lay on the floor, and I looked down at her and as I moved in, she closed her eyes and as our lips finally met, my heart exploded a thousand beats per minute.

Those luscious lips, so tender, her oval face so sweet. She was mine, we were now a couple. I had my tall, slim model-like girlfriend now. We sat up and, slightly embarrassed, we continued with the cake, but feeding each other while twirling our hands together.

As S suddenly came in, she looked at us, eating cake when she suddenly exclaimed, “Hey, you guys are eating from the….No…no way, are you guys together? Did you guys get together?”

Shyly, we turned to her and I reached out for MW’s hand and held it in mine, and S shrieked..”omg omg..congratulations!”

We then chatted for a bit and I bade my goodbyes as I needed to drive back and they needed to study. Words could not explain my feelings during the whole drive back…

[LimSiaSway]

Really fabulous story here

[ogawana]

Nice story TS, please continue!

[spikyone]

VROOM…psshhh…vroom..pssh. The unmistakeable offbeat rumble of a turbo flat four passing by snapped me out of my reverie. I looked out the window to see a sleek lowered blobeye STi approach the parking lot, its HID headlights piercing the night in a way my GC8 WRX could not match.

Dub..dub…dub…dub..as it rumbled past slowly, I admired its spotless white hue, so innocent looking with the pale gold rims. Yet, the deep rumble emitting from its single exit exhaust betrayed the power output it had under the hood. We, the drivers, connected as we looked at each other’s car in silent appreciation. Me nodding slightly at the white beast while him, at my clean classic with rally spec Speedline wheels and duo of A-pillar gauges, also hinting that there was a little extra under the hood.

As is the bro code in such situations, he parked a couple of spaces down, respecting each other’s need for privacy. If I were sitting outside the car, he would have parked nearer and struck up a conversation. Turning away, my mind started drifting again….

[spikyone]

From then on, it gets a bit boring..typical dating stuff, hold hand, kiss kiss and go dates. Also..this next segment is more of a penning down of my regretful decisions, an unspoken apology towards MW, S and her friends for being immature, rash and generally lacking in empathy.

One bad habit that I got into was that I would became very cocky and anxious to show off my trophy girl. This would eventually lead to my downfall, and as well as overbearing towards MW. The reason was I always got high when we went out on dates. Not drug-induced, but whenever we went out, others would always look at us, at the malls, or at cafes…and why wouldn’t they?

MW was half a head taller than I was, and she always wore clothes that accentuated her height. To me, subconsciously, she was beginning to be more of a conquest rather than a proper girlfriend in which our relationship needed to be nourished healthily. If only Stupid Me realised that sooner.

Remember the BMW? Yea I started to take her out in it, top down, cruising. Yet for some reason, things would never go smoothly on those dates. Either it would drizzle on our dates, or always some garbage truck would pass by, or the roof would get stuck. It never occurred to me that all these signs were telling me something…until one night.

The time was 9:30pm. I just finished dinner at hers, with her parents, and I made the decision to return home. Her parents were discouraging of that, and offered me a bed to sleep in and just return early the next morning. I politely declined, saying it would be alright, and thank you so much yada yada. Kissing her goodbye, I sped off into the night after turning out onto the main road.

I had taken my Vios and as I sped along at 160kph it started to rain. I dropped to 130kph but it was too late, suddenly I found myself in the opposite lane, I had aquaplaned due to the low profile 17” tyres. Struggling to yank control back, I finally managed to pull back into the correct lane and dropped to 90kph while contemplating my life choices before me.

This situation would trigger something inside me. I began to get possessive of MW, and touchy-feely with her when we were alone. Maybe it was due to a certain sex forum I was frequenting on, planting expectations and giving me ideas.

It did not trigger that she was still a student, yet conservatively brought up, so all the typical things such as gifts, cafe meals did not really work. She and her bestie were still focused on studying. I probably slowly shifted to becoming more of a burden, to be honest.

[spikyone]

It was the weekend. We had just had dinner at the town’s premier hotel and dinner had drawn out pretty late. She had dressed in a semi-formal fashion, with a dark smooth top that hugged her body closely, but not skin tight, leaving your imagination wild and wanting to take a second look to properly analyze her long waist which flared out to her hips. Her long slacks, however, showed off her legs with great effect and she turned heads when we came in. Coupled with her radiant outlook, she was one to die for.

Her short hair, with bangs, framed her heart shaped face to perfection, accentuating her cheekbones; and paired with her glasses, she had the look of the hottest librarian-with-a-model’s body which any sane male, after laying eyes on her, would want to drag to the basement wing, flip her onto the table, the wall, the chair, and make love to her relentlessly.
Needless to say, I was not the only one who had difficulty to take my eyes off her that night.

We had anticipated dinner to end late, and so I had prearranged for MW to sleep in my sister’s room as it would have been too late to go back to the hostel.

“Hey dear, would you like to come over to my room for a while?”, I asked.

[Orange22]

Nice update TS, support

[spikyone]

“Umm, I don’t know, your sister is asleep.”

“Naww, it’s alright, she’ll probably think we are just talking. Come.”

So MW stepped into my room and I closed the door, and silently locked it. As we sat down on the bed, I turned on the night light, which cast a pale yellow glow on to MW’s face, accentuating her cheekbones and collarbones. Slowly I moved in nearer to her, smiling. She was smiling too, and closed her eyes as our lips met.

Oh, her tender lips, I never tired of them. As we kissed, my hands began to softly clasp her waist, running up and down her back slowly. I felt her bra lines across her back, and moved to caress her cheeks.

Sighing softly, she opened her eyes, and we looked at each other before I moved in again to kiss her. I ran my hands slowly up and down, across to her tummy and her ribs, and made to place her lying down.

As I continued kissing her, my hands started to roam down and push her top upwards, but she resisted. I redoubled my efforts again, kissing her at her neck, intertwining our hands together and moved down to kiss her tummy. She held my head, as i kissed, and I slowly kissed my way upwards, hands still roaming around her back. Suddenly, I came to the front, and pushed her bra up, releasing her small B cup breasts.

“Noo”, MW said softly, and tried to push my hands down, but I managed to lick and grope her breasts for a while before she stopped me. Her pale, white globes, topped by raisins for nipples. What a sight! Forbidden fruit, always taste sweeter.

I then started kissing her again, moving south, rubbing her waist and hips and she relaxed yet again. As I reached her bellybutton, I dipped the tip of my tongue around it, and felt her contract her tummy slightly. Releasing the buttons of her slacks, she suddenly grabbed my hands and head, whimpering a “No.”

But I had been awakened already. Ignoring her, I kissed her tummy again and she relaxed again when I suddenly dipped down and pulled the front of her panties down and licked all the way downwards. Across her bush, and down into her slit.

“Gasp, uhmm noooo!” MW whined as she held onto my head, as I struggled with my tongue lashing at her slit, her juices started to flow, tasting very slightly pale, a bit bitter. As I licked, she protested again, and I brought my head up, and kissed her, grinning.

“Taste yourself,” I said.

“Idiot”, she grimaced, as she pushed my head away in mock anger and quickly pulled up her pants and her top down in one go.

“Goodnight!” She pecked me on the cheek and scuttled off to my sister’s room, I heard the door lock on the other side, and shook my head as I lay down on my bed. Idiot indeed.

[spikyone]

At this point, one day she suddenly disappeared, uncontactable. We were still together and S called me in a panic, asking me what to do, she’s worried, making me worried. Being a commuter, I was worried she was lying in a car wreck or off the road somewhere..

I made two crucial mistakes that fateful day.
One, I agreed to picking S up to go look for her. And two, I let panic blind my judgement and I was racing around on the roads with S in the car looking for MW.
Eventually I dropped S off back at the hostel, where she subsequently told MW later on she was really scared when she was in my car looking for her, due to my panicked driving.

At this point, MW and I were still in a relationship, I was cordial with her friends and in fact, had slept over at her place many times when I was too tired to drive back. But that day, MW told me what S had told her, and it all went downhill from there. My panic and immaturity would eventually lead to her declaring we were better as friends, and she eventually broke it off with me.

At this point in time, was when my close relative suddenly passed away. Fresh from my breakup, I had to switch gears suddenly. From being self-wallowing in pity about my failed relationship with MW, with which my friend M was not really being supportive of me, for obvious reasons; I had to dump everything and abruptly close off that door and help deal with the family bereavement.

M was also smarting about it, when he came up to me one day, enquiring about some things and asking how I was when I answered the breakup did not matter anymore, I had other more important things to take care of. When M replied that it actually did matter and how I could just simply let MW go like that, was when I said, my relative had just passed away, I needed to prioritize and that rubbed him the wrong way. It was then I realized that we, as a group of friends had also closed this door in our lives. In hindsight, I really could not blame him, for who knows maybe they would have been happily together if not for me.

I then started hanging out with my cousin more often, and he tried to introduce me to more people from his circle, the more higher elite class, due to his upbringing and familial social standing. Previous dates with MW, a student, now turned to whiskey coffee sessions with him and a friend, where I got to learn more about the inside info of some ot the elites that frequented his shop.


Before we continue, I feel the need to recap all the events that happened in this timeline of the story. I was still using the Vios, still had the BMW cabrio, had recently changed jobs and in process of changing my social network (or what was left of it). Remember, I was still the introverted guy who just realised that he had a chip on his shoulder, with something to prove. To whom, I really do not know, maybe it was due to my psychological need to impress people, to show I had made it when realistically no one could give a damn about it.

[Georgepuke]

Nice updates bro, please continue

[tobly]

Jolly good story, enjoy reading it!

[spikyone]

As time passed by, memories of MW receded fairly quickly into the background. I was now a fish in a big pond in my new job, the learning curve was very steep, and coupled with a boss who could not give two hoots about my well being; my psychological well being was being battered left, right and centre.

It got to the point that I seriously considered leaving the job, the cushy job which everyone in the country acknowledged as the golden rice bowl job.

Yet, that was the time that I really began to struggle. My parents had been encouraging me to buy a house, as previously I was not able to qualify for a loan even though I was in a permanent position in my previous workplace which was a private entity. Yet, with my new job which was daily paid, banks were now willing to loan me money. Such is the environment in this country. My parents were elated!

Things seemed to be turning for the better. “Ah boy ah, now can loan already, we quickly look for a house. You have to start early, otherwise later on will suffer”, my parents said.

Thinking to myself, “Last time I didn’t want to buy that Vios, want to save money so I can afford the Honda Integra, you didn’t let me. Instead now I have to service a car loan AND a house loan?” Hiyaaa.

But I nodded. Then suddenly, my situation turned. Out of the blue, my parents were told that the house we had been renting for the past ten years was going to be taken back. The landlord was pushing us to move out. In fact, we had pushed back once, but now it seemed the time was up.
The condition now was, move out or buy the house.

What good timing….

[changqeng]

Nice story ... support and camping!

[SammyLee88]

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