Grabbing a couple of condoms, we did a quickie, she bent over and I fucked her real good from behind. I did not hold back, thrusting away as fast as I could. It was a huge turn on being able to see her facial expression of orgasmic bliss in the mirror. Her breasts swaying every time I rammed her. She was as loud as Olivia, moaning and screaming out her pleasure as I hit her erogenous spots. She came twice, but I was still hard.
Then the door opened.
It was Melanie.
She looked genuinely surprised at the scene before her. My cock inside Natasha, bent over with her denim shorts and black lacy panties at her legs. Natasha was still moaning away, eyes closed, blissfully enjoying her orgasms and being filled up.
I paused for a moment, seeing a hint of sadness in Melanie‘s eyes. She turned away and left without saying a word.
Somehow, even though we were close friends, I felt as though I betrayed her. I immediately pulled out, took off the condom and started to dress up.
“Wait, what are you doing?!”
“Sorry Natasha, I can’t. You’re really beautiful and on any other day, I would love to fuck you. But not today, sorry.”
“Is it because of Melanie?”
“Yes… Sorry.”
Dashing off, I left the Ukrainian beauty and went off to look for Melanie. Asking around, I eventually found her in a bedroom, alone, sitting on the bed, her knees tucked in. She did not look at me, but the sulk on her face was evident.
“Hey… Can we talk?”
Silence.
Fuck.
She gave no indication that she heard what I said and started using her phone. I tried again.
“I am sorry… About Natasha.”
Silence.
Slowly getting irritated, what’s wrong with this girl? What’s wrong with having sex with another girl at a sex party? But my thoughts were interrupted midway.
“Can you please leave?”
Sighing, I figured I tried one more time.
“No, I want to talk to you.”
Silence.
Okay… Fuck this. I got to get her to open up somehow. And giving in to my frustration and temper, I snapped.
“What’s your issue with me having sex with Natasha? It is a sex party after all, that, FYI… You invited me to. You invited me to a sex party where the girls outnumber the guys three to one. It is stupid if you think I wouldn’t end up fucking some other girl, no?”
“Shut up!”
She yelled out at me. I broke her… There were tears flowing down her eyes as she stared at me.
“I thought you would be different. Different from the guys I meet. But fuck you, you’re all the same.”
Stunned into silence, I stood still, rooted to the spot. She went back to her original position and carried on using her phone, as if I wasn’t there.
I did not know this back then, but the guys that Melanie usually met / dated were typically rich and used to having things go their way which meant sexual gratification and getting their sexual needs tended to ASAP. There were no dates, hanging out as friends, gifts even though it wasn’t any special occasion. It was fuck and GTFO.
These guys weren’t looking for a girlfriend, not at least till they were done having fun and in their 50's, where they sought companionship over a sexual romp.
Also, being rich meant her way of expressing affection was different like how it was with everyone. Some preferred to spend more time together, others opted to make things for the ones they care about… And Melanie was used to throwing parties and hanging out with her loved ones… Probably. At least that’s what I presumed.
I was probably the first guy she ever hung out with that was okay with just hanging out and chilling, going to eat, watching movies after work and taking her home with no other motives, sexual or financial.
Looking back, I should have read the situation better. But I supposed I wouldn’t be where I was now without these experiences. So many maybes, if only… But alas, time only moves forward.
Melanie refused to say anything else after that regardless of what I said, begged or pleaded. I took my leave, opting to give her space. Might have been the wrong move, but I figured staying there with a girl who refused to say anything was similar to talking to a wall.
I went back to my room and sat down on the bed, troubled. I guessed some part of me was a tad surprised that Melanie essentially just confessed that she had feelings for me. I always saw her as the unobtainable target, someone that would be cool to hang out with and she might possibly sleep with you if she was drunk or horny, but she would always be waiting for some rich guy to sweep her off her feet. In my mind, I was never the end goal for her.
*Knock knock*
I jumped up to my feet and hurried over to the door. Melanie?
No, Natasha.
“Can I come in?”
“Erm, not really in the mood right now, Natasha. Sorry.”
“I want to talk.”
“Oh… Okay.”
She sat down beside me on the bed. She asked if Melanie and I managed to patch things up, I shook my head.
She went on to reveal that the girls had a group chat and that Melanie had told them she had feelings for me and that I was pretty much off limits. Probably explained why the girls were avoiding me.
And that Melanie arranged a threesome with me and one of her best pals, Amelia, as a way of expressing her affection in that she was willing to fulfill a desire of mine. Also Amelia was bisexual, whereas Natasha wasn’t, Melanie felt uncomfortable sharing me with Natasha given she knew more about Natasha’s sexual exploits.
On Natasha’s part, she said she was sorry about pushing herself onto me and as cheesy as it sounded, she wanted to fuck an Asian guy as she hadn’t had the opportunity to do so. Seeing as I was the only Asian guy on board, she thought she could get away with a quickie.
“How about your friendship with Mel? Will you two stop being friends?”
“Our friendship will survive, she knows I am even more horny than she ever was. She’ll forgive me in time.”
“Well, at least your friendship is ok.”
“She can’t stop talking about you, the last few parties we held, she was always with Amelia or other girls… Not sleeping with the guys. She cares about you and what you think about her.”
With a tap on my thigh, Natasha bade me farewell and left.
Reaching Singapore, I hoped to catch a glimpse of Melanie but no such luck and I left the yacht dejected and miserable.
Feeling desolate, I had trouble sleeping that night, thoughts running wild and imaging scenarios about returning to work and seeing Melanie.
To my surprise, Melanie did not come to work on Monday and the rest of the week. And the next 2 weeks as well. It was hard not feeling low spirited and gloomy and my performance at work suffered.
Olivia was a little upset over the way I went about things at work, but attributed it to me having to cover Melanie‘s workload as well. I asked Olivia if she knew what happened with Melanie, but she had no idea as well.
Not to sound creepy or anything, but I was literally cyber stalking Melanie‘s Facebook and refreshing Instagram / Snapchat to see if she had any updates. All to naught. Any message I sent to Melanie went unread, it was like she vanished from the planet.
My internship with E Corp was almost over, with just one week left. It was difficult not to be depressed.
It was honestly a terrible, terrible period in my life. Lydia and I met up a couple of times before she dropped the bomb that she had started to see someone.
“Sorry… If it seemed like I led you on Vin And that things did not work out between us.”
Managing a weak smile and mustering everything I had to sound happy, I assured her.
“We’re good. I am happy for you, really.”
No surprises here, Lydia seemed unconvinced, I must have really sucked at sounding happy. But she did not probe further.
We remained close friends and I told her everything about Melanie, excluding the sex, and she sympathized.
My messages and calls to Melanie went unanswered even though the Whatsapp blue tick indicated she read them. Well, at least she read them now… Small comfort.
It just seemed like every fucking thing that could go wrong was indeed going wrong.
On the last day of my internship, I received lots of love from my colleagues, wishing me good luck with my final year in University. It made me feel better for a while, as if the world still had some light in it and I wasn’t headed into some dark, depressing abyss.
Olivia herself, gave me a little gift, a watch… And a kiss when it was just us two left in the office. We embraced.
“Goodbye Vin. Thanks… For everything.”
“Same here, let’s meet up one day for dinner or something.”
“Sure. Sounds awesome.”
“See ya, Olivia.”
With a wave to Olivia, I left E Corp for the last time.
In an attempt to get over Melanie, I chose to dedicate my time to my studies, hobbies and friends… Love can wait, I told myself.
The final year was mentally challenging and I spent countless hours reading and researching for more information. Pouring over books and notes, re-watching lectures online.
I met up with Lydia and her boyfriend sometimes to hang out and I told her that she was lucky. Her boyfriend, a lawyer, seemed pretty nice and always full of pranks and jokes. It was nice seeing her so happy and smiling all the time.