A Story of 2 – Chapter 4

The names in this story were changed to protect those innocent people who I might offend either directly or indirectly.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Sometimes it makes one wonder, can fun be ever lasting. The answer is almost always no. Fun and laughter never last but it will always reoccur as part of our memory; those moments that we actually enjoyed ourselves. That day, I did enjoy myself in the company of my close friend and his girlfriend, Harry and Cynthia. To top that up, I was having a great time with Angel.

As everything comes to an end, so does our mini inner childhood fun has to come to a conclusion, for that day at least. Before we head to the car, an idea struck me, let’s do some piggy back. Within a flash, Harry tries to convince Cynthia to piggy back him, how ‘thoughtful’. In my eyes, both of them are always happy, they truly enjoy each other company. In that relationship, Harry almost always the thoughtful person while Cynthia adds sparkles with her silly little ways. However, at times, Harry can be really violent with his raging anger, something of which I scarcely and hoped not to see.

Without a doubt, the challenge was on. Whosoever reaches the car first, wins the race. Having no other choice, Angel has to let me piggy back her; I was so sure of it, though in reality she can always reject it. What surprise me was, she did not reject it but instead asked me to kneel down so that she can get ready.

With the whistling sound of my fart, the race was on. At first we were of equal speed, and then, he was about two steps in front and gaining. In order not to lose face, I summoned all my strength with a win in mind. As I was chasing from behind, Cynthia begins to lose grip of Harry, soon, he begins to slow down substantially to re-adjust the grip of Cynthia, bad mistake buddy. Within seconds, I overtook him and reached the car at neck breaking speed, making F1 feels like an amateur racing.

On the side note, the grip of Angel and her body rubbing on me while we were racing actually makes me feel good. To be honest, I can’t find the right word to describe that feeling. Dejectedly, I have to submit, that feeling was indeed horny.

Once in the car, we choose to return home. As Harry and Cynthia talking so softly in front, Angel and I have our very own soft conversation too. Our discussion basically covers all those introduction questions and answers, not even remotely comparing to those intimate conversations happening in front of the car.

That fateful day was the 28th of December; the very day I first saw and know Angel.