[junebaby]

I had barely finished one bottle and Mark was already starting on his 5th. Soju seemed to be like a soft drink to him.

At least we managed to chat in between.

He acknowledged that he was still considering Jasmine's proposal. But he knew that her divorce still wasn't finalized yet, so it was merely lip service to him, hence he didn't agree right away.

He was still trying to come to terms with the lifestyle as well. He really wanted to just be with her and her alone, but he knew somehow that wouldn't be the case even if he got married to her. Which also meant that there really wasn't any actual requirement to get married. They could still be together in a domestic partnership without an official cert.

I wondered when would be an appropriate time to talk about Shirlyn.

Mark: Why are you so concerned about me anyway?

His sudden question took me by surprise.

Me: I guess I care about you as a friend?

Mark: I didn't know we were that close.

Me: You should know I don't have that many male friends. And I probably already slept with all of them. Hahahahaha.

Mark: Haha. That's what I like about you actually.

Me: That I sleep with my friends?

Mark: No… You haven't slept with me yet.

Me: Huh? You want me to?

Mark: I mean, all the girls, except for Jasmine and Shirlyn, technically, all they wanted was to sleep with me for whatever reason.

Me: They say you're very good in bed. And I do want to sleep with you to find out if that's true. Hahaha.

Mark: I know. But no. I don't want you to find out. Haha.

Me: And you're really accommodating and caring. If I'd gone to find anyone else back then after I was "assaulted", I might have just ended up in a worse state.

Mark: You mean your other friends wouldn't take care of you properly?

Me: If I'd gone to Tom, he'd probably just laugh. He'd try to comfort me, then we'll end up having sex.

Mark: And you'd be in a worst state because?

Me: I was vulnerable. I'm sure Tom would use sex to distract me. I'd feel good for a while then after that probably feel disgusted with myself?

Mark: That's why you shouldn't anyhow meet people who PM you.

Me: I met you what. You turned out to be a fine choice. Haha.

Mark: I'm different. And it was you who PMed me first.

Me: That's true. Anyway, have you spoken to Shirlyn recently?

Mark: Not exactly. Why?

Me: Oh.

Mark: Why?

Me: I had lunch with her.

Mark: She asked you out?

Me: Sort of.

Mark: Oh.

Me: You're not gonna ask why?

Mark: I'm guessing to ask you to help ask me about my decision.

Me: Ah. Well, yeah.

Mark: I'm still undecided.

Me: If there was someone else who wanted to be with you, properly, not seeing others, just the two of you, would you?

Mark: Haha. Is that what Shirlyn said?

Me: Kind of.

Mark: Hahahahahaha. Highly doubt so.

Me: Why?

Mark: I don't know what you think, but the first time we had sex, it was rather… how do I put it, like we kind of used each other?

Me: Did you use her?

Mark: I think I did. She was horny, I was horny. We had sex.

Me: Do you think it could have been more than that?

Mark: What do you mean?

Me: Maybe she really liked you and wanted to pursue a relationship with you, but she knew you wanted Jasmine so she took a step back?

Mark: I think if she really liked me, she wouldn't have forced me.

Me: Were you forced?

Mark: It is kind of freaky when your supervisor suddenly kisses you out of nowhere.

Me: Hmm. But you kissed her back. And you moved out of the storeroom right? To her bedroom. Like hello, if that wasn't a sign you wanted it…

Mark: Ok. It was pretty thrilling.

Me: Why? You got the bang your boss fetish?

Mark: No la. It's just-

I leaned over suddenly and kissed him. His lips were really soft and moist. Wow. I was kind of surprised. I thought he was going to push me away but he did not, even parting his lips slightly to allow my tongue in as I licked his lips. But I stopped myself.

Mark: You ok?

Me: Yup? Just testing.

Mark: Testing or tasting?

Me: Testing. I never really properly kissed you before. Haha. Just testing. Maybe tasting also, but tastes like soju.

Mark: Why do you want to kiss me?

Me: I don't know also. Why did Shirlyn kiss you?

Mark: I sort of felt like she was taking advantage of me.

Me: But you didn't stop her. So you can't really blame her if you're sending out mixed signals.

Mark: And what are you doing now? Sending mixed signals too?

Me: Am I? I want to have sex with you. I already told you. I've already blown you.

Mark: I know you do. In a different situation I probably would want to as well.

Me: Really?

Mark: You're really sexy. Who wouldn't want to?

Me: Hahahahaha. I thought you said I'm not that hot?

Mark: I'm being honest now. Haha.

Me: Aww…

Mark: But seriously, wrong time wrong place la.

Me: Ya man. What's it with you and married ladies? First Ann, then Jasmine, Nat, Crystal, Rebecca, now me…

Mark: I just did what I felt was right based on the situation?

Me: Ya right. You had every chance to take advantage of me back then. I mean I was naked and vulnerable. Like hello? Just comfort me, turn me on then ask me if I wanna have sex, I'm damn sure I'd have said yes.

Mark: Then you'd feel shitty afterwards.

Me: Probably. But you took care of me instead. Any normal horny guy would just have his way with me.

Mark: I'd like to think I'm different. Haha.

I unzipped him and slid my hand in.

Mark: What now???

Me: Just testing. Haha. Maybe a taste?

I was supposed to be talking to him about his situation, his feelings and possibly his inclination, yet here I was, satisfying my own curiosity. What a bitch I was being.

Mark took my hand out, removed his berms and boxers and sat there in just his t-shirt.

Mark: You want to use me? Go ahead.

I looked at him. I really couldn't tell what he was thinking. Possibly that I was just like the rest of them. Only after his average cock and above average skills.

Mark removed my t-shirt, letting my breasts bounce free. He cupped them and looked into my eyes. But I don't think it was desire I saw in them. It was more like a loneliness. He took one into his mouth, his lips encircling my nipple, his tongue flicking at it. I felt it harden. I instinctively reached for his cock. It was already semi-hard and twitching. I rubbed my thumb on the head, feeling the bit of pre-cum and coating it around. His fingers brushed against my other nipple as he squeezed my breasts, gently at first, then with slightly more force. I wrapped my palm around his stiff rod and wanked him slowly.

He moved to the centre of my chest, kissing me softly, moving upwards to my neck. I tilted my head back to allow him access as he ran his tongue gently along my collarbone. He pushed my hair back and kissed my neck. I moaned, softly at first, then slightly louder as he pinched my erect nipple.

Me: Oh fuck….. what are we doing?

He cupped my face and pressed his lips against mine, his tongue tracing all over the outline. My tongue met his and swirled around it. My heart was pounding wildly and I wanked him rather enthusiastically.

We must have kissed for five minutes or so before breaking away from each other. I removed my shorts and panties, revealing a patch of wetness. I brought his hand to my pussy, holding his finger and running it along the lips, shuddering as I did so.

He pushed me down onto the sofa, spreading my legs apart, and slid a finger in as he kissed me again. I felt his erection on my thigh, along with the stickiness of his precum. He moved down, kissing my neck again, my breasts, and finally reached my clit where he gently pulled up the hood and drew circles around it with his tongue.

Compared to Tom, who was more forceful and intense, Mark could maintain a gentle pressure/pleasure with his tongue and fingers. He savoured my abalone like it was some premium grade seafood. I grabbed my breasts and tweaked my nipples as he happily ate me. I wondered how long he must have been waiting to pay me back with amazing oral sex. It kind of made me wonder if I even did a good (blow)job the last time around. If this was his foreplay, I was eagerly anticipating the main course.

In recent months, I never had the pleasure of anyone eating me out for more than five minutes. Fifteen minutes in, Mark was still at it and making me crave badly for him to put his cock in me.

Me: Don't stop… Stop…

I really couldn't make up my mind. At least he was already ingrained to the task of torturing me with his fingers and tongue.

He finally stopped and looked at me.

Me: You have no idea how badly I want you.

He showed me his wrinkled fingers.

Mark: I think I know.

I jumped up and flipped him onto the sofa, pinning him down and straddling him. I shuddered again as I rubbed my pussy against his shaft, stopping just at his dickhead. I was breathing heavily and the sudden movement from lying down made me a little dizzy. I looked at him.

Mark: Only if you want to.

It was like consent was already given, but I looked at him again. Despite the consensual extended pleasure he had given me, I thought I still saw loneliness in his eyes.

I ground on his shaft again. Fuck it felt so good.

Mark: Do you want to?

I took a moment to compose myself before answering him.