I drove Ben to the apartment parking lot. He said he had to go to campus to take care of his thesis. His promise wasn't long, but what could I hold of Ben other than his genitals?Having just separated from each other, I felt really empty. Even though the whole day yesterday was really draining.During the elevator ride, I could only think about our conversation about Uncle Dean. I thought Ben would be very angry."Maybe he's a secretive person, huh?" It's like he's accumulating grudges, then exploding when he least expects it.Ben admitted that he saw me playing with Uncle Dean at the table directly when he got home, but he chose to leave. "He is not in love to me, huh?"I nodded to myself as I looked around, observing my own semi-disheveled appearance because I was wearing Ben's big T-shirt. It was loose and breezy.After he woke me up when I was fully dressed. I was carrying my backpack again. I didn't have time to get ready.When the elevator doors opened, I was much more surprised
"Done, Uncle ...." I complained about the hot friction that left pain in my groin.It felt like my juices were completely drained by these two guys who had yet to get a release. They took turns entering me with no sign of completion."What's done?" Uncle Dean's hoarse voice rang out. His breath caresses the back of my ear.My back is attached to his hairy chest while down there it continues to be full of tension that keeps going in and out slowly. Both of Uncle Dean's hands twisted my nipples, sometimes pinching and pulling.Sweat coated the skin, adding to the friction of the bodies. It's ridiculous. The explosions down there are getting unbearable."Your dick, Uncle .... Stop it." I turned my head and was rewarded with a tongue pushing its way into my mouth. "This blisters, Uncle." I occasionally let go, but Uncle Dean held my jaw to continue sipping his saliva.Satya? I don't know. Last I saw him holding the camera, aiming at the union of my crotch with Uncle Dean.Uncle Dean then r
"Ben, ish!" This girl—no, she had become my woman after the hot game just now—flicked away my fingers that cupped her breasts from behind.Of course, it didn't work. The size of them, which fit in my hand, felt smaller than Rena. Her nipples were not as big as Rena's when pinched. Funny."You can't?" I pressed her naked back in front of my chest. It was wet and slippery with the water from the shower. The sweat that fills my body instantly dissolves."You're ticklish, Ben!" Her moan is heard along with laughter."You really want to know about this, don't you, Res?" I focus my grip in front of her stomach, latching on to the tension that has risen again right at her backside. My fingers combed through, gathering her back hair to the front of her right shoulder blade."Ben!" She jerks forward, but I reattach as I tighten the grip. Resti - her name - complained, "That was it. Two more times already. It still stings.""You really don't want to, if you're used to it, it won't sting anymore.
"Rena?" I called her name when I arrived at the apartment, but there was no answer. In fact, Rena's clothes were still scattered on the floor."Where are you going?" I took my mobile phone out of my trouser pocket and pressed the speed dial number two. There was no answer, but the song that sounded indicated that Rena's mobile phone was also in this room.Exactly. The familiar piano tune was muffled on the bottom bookshelf. "Leaving again." This means that Rena left without saying goodbye, or possibly went out for a while.Really? I mean, I left in the morning and it's very late now. While this room is unchanged from the last time we left.Where else should I look for Rena?I was distracted by a notification from my mobile phone. "Message?"Not a text message, but a video message. Maddeningly, the footage sent from Satya's number showed an open hole that kept melting thick liquid.Wait! Rena?To my knowledge, only Satya could do such a crazy thing to Rena. Leaving Rena exposed, recorde
You know what I did to Rena?Bringing tongues together with her, twisting, exchanging flavours. Rena continued to pull me close to her body. Rena's legs were wrapped around my waist. At the same time, both my hands supported her back and got out of bed.I didn't want to fondle her in front of many people. Not in front of the two men who had touched Rena's entire body. I didn't care about their stares or complaints left behind when I closed the bathroom door using the back of the shoe that was still attached.While pressing Rena against the door leaf, I immediately locked the door knob from the inside.There were repeated knocks from outside, but it was useless. Rena continued to reciprocate the saliva exchange until she closed her eyes. She probably only woke up when I sat her in the empty bathtub and felt the cold shower hit her."Ben!" squealed Rena. She was busy fixing the strands of hair that fell in front of her face. It was wet."I'm here." I nodded, taking a step back from her.
"Are you okay, Ben?" I frowned in surprise, watching as Ben patiently and painstakingly applied every bruise, blister, and pain I had. Not just the obvious ones, but also the deepest ones. In fact, his own face was dotted with bruises."I should be the one asking how you're doing!" Ben raised his voice, there was anger in his tone as he pressed down on my cleavage. "Not again!"I whimpered, having to bite my lower lip to keep the sound out. Ben squinted at me, then at the touch of the tip of my index fingernail scratching the skin along his left arm back and forth."What about me?" I shifted my sitting position forward so that my knees could rest on his thighs, which were still covered by his pants."Learn to restrain yourself," Ben scolded as he poked my forehead. It's slow, but it hurts, until it needs to be rubbed. He did the same to my forehead as he smiled so broadly that his teeth showed, provoking my lips to form a wide curved line as well. "How many times do I have to explain?"
"Ben!" A heavy call from a man my age stopped me from heading towards the gymnasium exit after my match. It was a kind of free martial arts match that I joined to pass the time and practice agility. I didn't really care about the pay, as I used to join this just to help a friend, then changed my purpose as a loneliness-buster. And he was the one who called me, the friend who plunged me into a place of physical competition like here. I turned my head, facing his fast-chasing presence, and he delivered a punch to my face. Damn it! Ah, the habit with Rena feels like I'm getting more and more prone to bad words. "Why did you come and hit me?" Before I had finished defending myself and blocking every punch from him, one of his fists hit my left shoulder. "I should have asked you! Did you fuck my sister?" He hadn't stopped, and his fist was hot on my cheek. "You asshole! Bastard! I've often told you that my sister is very innocent!" He's Resti's younger brother, my high school friend
"What happened to you, Ben?" I was worried. Very worried. Ever since Ben came home from... who knows where in his gym clothes and covered in sweat, as well as a few bruises, he'd been mostly silent. Occasionally speaking up if he needed my help picking something up. It all came to a head tonight. We were in the same bed, not talking, and glued to each other's thoughts. Ben just looked at the ceiling of the room, wondering where his usual knowledgeable consciousness when explaining to me on our hot nights had gone. Was it because of my behavior back then? Ben hasn't gotten over it? Didn't he promise me a future? Why resort to this kind of silent action? "Ben. Mention my mistake, I'll apologize for whatever it is." Ben ignored me. He just glanced at me briefly, then covered his forehead with his sleeve. Even Satya had never treated me like this. What was I supposed to do? I shifted, resting my back against the headboard of the bed while cross-legged. "Move over here, Babe." I patt
"Did you choose to settle here?" This was Maureen's question. I've gotten to know her better since moving to this country. Maybe a few blocks apart, but close enough to do our weekly shopping together."Ben said he had some business, so I guess his offer for me to stay here until graduation wasn't a bad choice," I explained as I pushed our shopping trolley into the trunk of the car, while Maureen looked tired from pushing the babies' stroller."Yeah..., I think your choice isn't bad. I can have someone to talk to too while you guys aren't back yet." Her intonation was clearly hopeful.For me who barely had any friends, moving around more than expressing what I felt, being friends with Maureen was a luxury. She was quite chatty, and I barely had anything to talk about other than responding to her."The twins really enjoy sleeping ...." I glance at the presence of Maureen's babies. Boys.I thought Maureen had a special relationship with Ben, but she ended up marrying Angga. I guess I wa
"Are we really moving there together?" Rena questioned after seeing the e-ticket I had on my phone screen. Well, that was a bit of a surprise. "It depends on how long you want to stay there." Since the visa Rena applied for was also for non-immigrants, it was valid only during the student exchange. If she wanted to extend it as a tourist or even stay, I wouldn't mind. In fact, for the time being, it might be better for Rena to take a vacation or find something that isn't tiring. The previous incident that took away our future child sometimes made Rena shed tears. "How are you doing?" Rena asked again. She continued to fix the toga I was wearing. Even though there was no departmental photo session and it was okay to take off all the graduation gear attached to my body. The weather lately has been in favor of taking off my clothes. "Which job is it?" I moved closer to Rena's side, looking at the photos of the camera she had just taken from the tripod, used earlier to capture moments
"Any hurt?" I asked after finding Rena pinched between the passenger bench and the protective airbag. At least I could still breathe a sigh of relief knowing Rena could still walk out after the collision just now.I saw Satya still on the driver's seat, pressed against the door next to him that was wrenched in. He was unconscious.Maybe someone could say that I was really reckless in crashing the motorcycle into the car carrying Rena, and the four-wheeled vehicle swerved to avoid me. It was partially destroyed by the road divider.Me? Well, I'm fine with a little friction on the skin of my arm from being dragged on the asphalt when I let go of the motorcycle I was riding earlier. After all, the injuries I got before were much more. All of this... is nothing."Ben? How could you...," Rena was holding my waist, more like she was pulling my arm to rest on her shoulder, "you still have to need rest?""Think of yourself, Rena!" I refused, feeling that she was much more in need of help."Me?
A few months in a second-floor room in a Somerville neighborhood, about an hour away from campus by public transportation, was not so foreign to me. It was like sharing a house with strangers without interfering in each other's private affairs.Shared common spaces, with private rooms. Don't forget the private bathroom for me. It's a bit more expensive than the rent for other residents' rooms, but it's better than having to wait in line at a crucial time.This morning I was surprised by the arrival of a thousand white roses, the delivery courier said. It's a good thing they weren't real roses, or I would have acted like I had a cold all day.Who knows about my allergy other than close friends? Uncle Darren has 'almost killed me' many times for giving me real flowers.By the way about Uncle Darren, I offered him to redo our relationship completely from scratch. As a good cousin, not based on desire that I know is hard to resist.Who could resist a Maureen?Okay, call me narcissistic. A
"We need to talk, Uncle." Maureen almost pushed the blanket off her legs when Darren nodded. In his opinion, they needed to settle their dangling relationship outside of the decisions of the people around them. They had the freedom to decide their future regardless of the stigma attached to Maureen snatching Darren. "Yeah, we have to," Darren smiled instantly even though the airline's departure announcement seemed to delay them, "but later. See ya." The man signaled his departure by pointing outside. Of course Maureen clearly knew she had to wait for Darren to meet her. However, the flight--which she had read on the internet--lasting for over eight hours until arriving at the transit airport further strengthened her curiosity. "Shit!" There wasn't the slightest hint of enjoyment in any of the amenities that could divert his curiosity. The airline's signature main course reminded her of eating with Angga even though it was served in small portions. The expensive wine offered by th
"Yes, Grandpa gave me a first class ticket. It's really cool, isn't it?" After going through the check-in section, Maureen dragged her suitcase through the corridor directed by the attendant to be placed on the flight baggage entry rail while continuing her phone call to a friend on the other side. "Not really. I've only ever been on private jets."It wasn't just a different island, but also a different continent. Serena's friend had already left for another country."I and Angga just let it flow. We don't have to get married quickly." Maureen's steps quickened as she looked at the white gold band-like watch around her left wrist. Her departure time was just around the corner. She needed time to relax her waist for a moment."Are you sure he can stay with you so far away?" Serena's question had been a long consideration for Maureen to maintain a relationship with Angga until it needed to be discussed.Angga's time-consuming profession sometimes made Maureen doubt if the man was only o
"What, huh?" Angga tapped each of Maureen's fingers that hung in the air as they grasped each other, comparing the same shape that differed in size. "My family is not very close." Every time they met face to face, they would smile at each other, considering the accident as part of fate. "Is that how you get along?" Maureen recalled how Erlan, who was also a doctor under her father's position, could talk as light as a feather when they met. There was indeed a conversation that was avoided, and Maureen's curiosity led to questions until Angga, who was usually to the point, pulled out the trump card he wanted. "Well, just to say hello. Not more." Angga straightened his back, placing it against the glass wall of the room as he looked at the dark sky outside. Clear without clouds. "So, there's not much we can invite from your family?" asked Maureen, looking for ways to pry information using the alibi of their wedding needs. Angga's narrow eyes widened in amazement. "You said you haven
"M.J. Abraham...," said the man who made Angga turn to the clapping hands nearby, "it's Angga's surprise, ihuh?" A couple of people Angga knew greeted him in turn, then Resti joined their small circle. Maureen reflexively followed Angga even though she felt she had never seen that two people before, she was a bit surprised by the title the man had given them as if they had known each other before. "Wow, Uncle Erlan and Aunt Iren came too!" Resti offered two glasses of drinks on trays carried by the waiters and was immediately greeted with a look of friendliness. Perhaps confused, or rather observing, Maureen had to take a quick look at each face near her in turn. There was no falseness that came to her from Angga's life, including the family that came. They were even newly reunited. "Can't word on your candidate, here." The woman called Aunt Iren chimed in. Although the knee-length dress she wore was formal with long sleeves and no special accents, she had her own charisma behind
A dark SUV pulled up in front of a spacious ironwood house, dropping off a pair of people who seemed perfectly matched in both appearance and body language. The sturdy old building in front of them was surrounded by a heavy guard, reinforcing the notion that an important event was taking place inside."Do we have to come like this?" asked the woman, adjusting the skirt of her evening blue satin dress to cover her ankles. A headpiece of similar material was pinned with a simple silver hoop, adding to the expensive nature of the overall look.She regretted the impression of a family that had to look perfect at all events despite the fact that they were going through a long war of contention that had yet to be resolved. From legal settlements regarding the division of joint property during marriage, to custody matters and the accompanying financing.Iqlima could use the alibi of Darren's infidelity if he still insisted on taking their three children from her side. It wasn't just snippets