How We Got Together

[PraetorianGuard]

This posting is based on a couple of DMs from members who asked for a bit more info on a few posts in the https://sammyreviews.store/showthread.php?t=605820&page=341 thread. I discussed it with my SO and she said she was ok to share but without personal identifying details to protect both the innocent and guilty. She also doesn’t want to jazz or sex things up so it will be as factual as possible. She thinks might be fun for us to relieve the awkward early days that brought us together. She’s proofreading and vetting so i don’t end up writing something wrong and needing to sleep on the sofa with her doggy looking at me wondering wtf did you do wrong now

So here goes our first attempt of documenting how we got together…..

How we got together is the fault of others and under normal circumstances, we would be friends, close friends, but just friends. “K” was the BFF of my ex, “C”. I was with C for 5 years I often refer to as hell on earth. C was not a bad person, she was just caught up with being in the “in” crowd. She was a little bit spoilt and always wanted or needed something.

One day her desire to be an “in” person led her down the path where she decided partying with someone else was more important than the relationship we had where we were engaged so we parted ways even though she felt we would eventually get back together once she “fully was ready to settle down”. I told her to stop deluding herself.

I met K through C about a year into our relationship. K was overseas finishing her studies when C and I got together and they were BFFs so it was inevitable we would meet. My first impression of K was she was a sweet, polite, obviously well brought up and very humble. She is pretty tall at about 1.76, very athletic being a netballer and high jumper with brown eyes and naturally brown hair. She wan’t soft spoken by a long-shot and would speak her mind and didn’t take crap. She was the kind of person whom would back you if you were right but tell you if you were wrong.

She had been dating her BF for about 6 years from when they were studying together overseas but while she would come home regularly, he would stay behind and come back only for Christmas so K and C would catch up regularly even if I were around and just talk about everyday stuff. I thought K was ok but honestly, there wasn't any secret, hidden or taboo forbidden desire. She was just a friend who I would meet with C.

K broke up with her BF about 6 months after I met her because she found out he was partying hard when she came home. She took the immediate decision to end the relationship because he had another strike against him for being a bit rude to her parents sometimes so out the door he went. She was hurt for sure but also very positive always saying,”better now than later, where it would be complicated.” They were planning to live together so she had an apartment on the way but she said, ”t’s no problem.” It turns out the ex also borrowed quite a bit of money from her too which she wrote off to have a clean break. Whenever she came back, she would never complain and just said, “take it as it comes.”

The first Christmas get together at K’s house was an eye opener indeed. Things made more sense then. Her family are very well to do. Her dad and mum as well as her 2 siblings are tall and her dad is of mixed parentage which explains K’s eyes and hair. It’s clear they are a seriously close family but all of them are very humble but talk about anything and everything. This explains why she could write off the money her ex owed her to have a clean break and why respecting her family was so important to her. After we got together I discovered how close and open they are and I almost died of embarrassment!

K would go on dates but always say, “they're trying waaay too hard to get in my pants.” C would tease her about how the guy was cute or hot but K would shrug and just say mimbos don't do it for her. She’s would rather be single with her doggy than with a guy who she wasn't fully committed to.

By this stage, I noticed the similarities between C and K. They both were athletic and fitness aware. They both had killer sense of humour and sharp. Yes, there were many differences too. K was humble, bought her clothes from Uniglo, would wear jeans and a polo, happily eat something healthy in a hawker centre and when she bought a car after graduation, she bought a Hyundai Accent even though she could have bought anything. C on the other hand was a branded girl where label and show was king.

When C and I parted ways, I admit I was really down and moody. K would text me and check in from time to time but it took a few months before I was ok to meet up for coffee. Seeing K would remind me too much of C and would be too painful and she got it.

It was nice to see K again. Her smile and bubbly nature as well as her sharp wit was fun. She met someone and went on a couple of dates but dumped him when he got too excited after finding out she was well to do so was in her words, “ long-term happily single again.”

We would catch up regularly for coffee or watch a movie and go for a meal. She was always mindful to say things like, “hey, you got the last one so this one is on me”, or “my treat.” Sometimes I’d pick her up, sometimes she’d pick me up or sometimes we’d just use PT. I’d notice things about her that she was very discreet about. For example, during festive seasons, she would quietly walk past the cleaning aunty, wish her and give her an ang pow. Always very discreetly and without attention. She always said thank you aunty or uncle too.

Yet, very honestly, I always saw K as a friend or a younger sister. There was too much history between C, K and myself that anything more would be awkward and I was sure she felt the same. We had been close friends for almost 4 years and I had genuine affection for her and I’m sure she felt the same way. When we went out there’d be guys checking her out because of her hight and maybe her athletic build but she truly either didn’t notice or didn’t care. We were at a burger place once, she went to place an order. When she returned she was red in the face and obviously pissed off. I naturally asked her what happened. Turns out at the counter some expat commented she looked hot and invited her to as party. She sarcastically said sure, let her get her boyfriend and we can all go together. He said to dump me and he would show her the time of her life. She replied (these are her exact words… I wrote it down that night it was so funny), “the only way a yellow fever infected cunt like yourself can show me the time of my life is to drop dead here and now cos I’d laugh my ass off. If you can't do that, stop spoiling my night and know I’d rather drip molten steel into my veins than waste another second listening to your shit.” Like I said, total straight talker and not to be fucked with. I did tease her though and said but if someone heard I’m your boyfriend, might waste a genuine opportunity then how? She just looked at me with the look that said “not now dumbass, wrong time” and I decided to zip it.

Over the times we would catch up, she would point out girls and suggest which ones would be suitable for me. She even offered a couple of times to approach them on my behalf. I’d always have to tell her “NO!” and she would burst out laughing.

By this stage K had her apartment and I helped her choose furniture. Her taste was very elegant but again, not showy. The most important thing to her was it had to be comfortable, warm and feel like home. Yet, every night she’d go back to her parents’ home for dinner with her siblings and young nephew. I’d join a couple of times after furniture hunting or painting and it was very clear they were very close and discussed everything openly. Her mum would always ask if I found someone yet and K would say I was too fussy or too chicken and everyone would laugh at my obvious discomfort. But it was all good natured. Her dad would discuss work and ask what I thought and I’d give my opinion and he’d either nod or ask deeper questions.

Sometime a couple of weeks later K was in a pensive mood and seemed to be deep in thought. We were at her place catching up before going out for dinner. I asked her what was wrong? She said just some work stuff that she had to decide on and it would be fine. That weekend she was going to watch a movie with a relative. Some horror flick so would be good to scream out frustrations. I told her to have a good time and tell me how it goes. She said ok and off we went for dinner.

I think tis is a good place to end part one. Please do let us know if you want us to continue. Any suggestions are very welcome or even if you want us to stop. Also, if this is the wrong place to post this, please accept our apologies and pointing us to the right location. Thanks all!

[loneboy]

Nice introduction and story build-up.

Would like to read more.

[Yati]

Camping here.

[MegaPuteri]

Please proceed with your nice story.

[Rickey]

Thank you TS n SO for kindly sharing yr life together in this new exclusive thread of yrs ...don't stop

[Az284]

Keep going!

[MeePokMaiHum]

Camping too.

[Wendy11a]

Good start bro, please continue

[PraetorianGuard]

Thank you for al the positive comments and feedback. K is genuinely surprised because she thought no one would care.

Also, before we start part 2, K wants me to post a correction note so we don’t get PFOMA notice… She’s actually 1.75, not 1.76m tall. Her exacts words are as she watches me type this,”adding one cm here will lead down the slope to adding 1 inch there and at the end she’ll be a giraffe and I’ll be hung like a horse.” Like I said, straight talker with sharp wit. Also, I got a DM asking what she meant by “yellow fever” and if the guy who tried to hit on her was sick. It’s actually a slang term meant to describe males who have a clear sexual preference for asian women seeing them as easily impressed and easy marks. K isn’t. She’s not against any race and like I mentioned above, her dad is of mixed parentage, but she hates arrogant asshats who thinks all asian women will run into their arms because they happen to be white. Hope that explains it

With that out of the way, on to part 2…

K called me at about 3pm on Saturday and said her relative could not make it so she asked a friend who said yes but had a last minute family commitment so couldn't make it for the movie either and so if I was free we could go together. I told her I don't like scary movies and her response was, “just pretend,. You don’t you need to watch, just need you to not scream louder than me” and she started laughing. I said ok and so we prepared to meet later that evening and agreed to go for a late dinner before heading home. She wasn't going to drive so I would send her back as I had to do something so could not pick her up.

We met at the lobby before making our way to the cinema where we grabbed our seats. No popcorn or drinks as she’s not a snacker and I told her good, didn’t want to leave covered popcorn or drink spilled when she got scared. She just smiled and sat back.

It was a typical horror movie which I genuinely don't like but what to do. She was pretty cool too, slight shock movements and little squeals but nothing major. But as the action increased she would grab my arm and at the really scary parts the would hide her face in my shoulder and semi squeal or genuinely let out a yell. I told her I should have brought earplugs and she smacked my forehead in reply and smiled.

After the movie we headed to grab dinner and just discussed daily stuff but she was still a little deep in thought. I asked her what was wrong but she said, “Just work stuff, difficult cases but will sort itself out eventually.” and changed topic. After dinner she said she needed to run up to Watson’s to pick up something and I said I would walk up with her but she said not necessary, the car was closer to the foodcourt and off she went. She got back a few minutes later and off we went to her place.

Security let us back into her place with the usual park in visitor’s lot reminder. I remember it was a cool night and we decided to sit in the park under her block. As we chatted it did feel a little cool so asked her if she felt ok? She said yes but just rested her head on my shoulder as she spoke a little about her childhood memories. Eventually it was time for her to go and I got up to give her the usual goodbye hug. I could feel she was shivering a little so I said, “you better go,” and she nodded. But as I hugged her, she felt incredibly warm and honestly, the hug felt very different. It’s hard to describe, but the hug felt close and intimate and we hugged for longer than normal. As we let go, she looked at me deeply with her eyes and kissed me.

Without exaggeration, the kiss was amazing. Her lips are full but they felt so soft. Honestly I felt immediately tingly as she kissed me again. This time we did let our tongues lightly touch and I felt as if fireworks were going off in my head. I cannot describe it any other way! I looked at her and I know I looked confused. She says even though I’m 4 years older than K, I looked like a kid who got caught eating cake and didn't know wether to run or take another bite. She put the confusion I was rest and just said quietly, “"please stay with me because I don’t want to be alone after that movie." I said ok and we went up to her place.

When we got through the door, she dropped her bag, closed the door and kissed me again, this time much more intimately but I could still feel her trembling. She let go and went to make us 2 cups of Sencha as I sat on the sofa looking like a more confused little boy (again, her description). She came back, rested her head on my shoulder and said nothing but I knew she was thinking. After a while, she looked up at me and kissed me in a way that blew my mind. As we kissed, she moved to sit on my lap facing me as she ran her hands through my hair.

When our lips parted, I was afraid of where things were going because I did not want to lose a friend over a ONS. I told her, “I think we better stop.” She said, "no, I have wanted to be with you for a long time and if we stop now, we will never be here again." I told her I didn’t want a ONS with her because I genuinely cared for her. She said she didn’t want a ONS either and that whatever happens will be between us only and we should see where this goes if I wanted to. I sat quietly and to break the tension, she said she was going to have a shower and when she came out if I felt bad or this was wrong I could leave with nothing changing our friendship. I said ok and she picked up her bag and went to her bedroom.

After about fifteen minutes K came out in her typical home oversized t-shirt and wet hair. She sat down beside me, didn’t say anything but rested her head on my shoulder, held my hand and closed her eyes. I used my right hand to brush her cheek and felt her soft skin as she snuggled deeper on my shoulder. I said to her that if something happened between us, it would affect her relationship with C. She replied she knew but sometimes its worth taking a chance when something feels right. She said she wanted me to stay the night but it was up to me. “Have a shower and see how you feel,” was all she said and went back to snuggling on my shoulder. I said ok as I got up and headed to the shower. I’ve showered at her place before especially after helping her move in or furniture moving. so this was nothing unusual. Inside, was laid out a towel, t-shirt, a pair of shorts and toothbrush, with a little handwritten note that said, “I have wanted to be with you for a long time, not because of anything else but the person you are and how you make me feel.” Talk about heart melt moment right! I still have the note in the safe

I came out of the bathroom and K was already in bed under her blanket which was pulled up to her neck. She just smiled and said softly, “since you're wearing the t-shirt and shorts, you’ll stay?”. I replied that I would and joined her in bed. She scrunched up beside me and rested her head on my chest and put her arm around me and said, “thank you”.

This is where I think we will end part 2. Part 3 will follow soon. Happy Friday to all.

[Laolucas]

It's such a heart warming part two, please continue bro...

[Neoguri]

Lovely story.
I like your style of writing.

[SirLance]

Hope to read more updates.

[PraetorianGuard]

Thank you everyone for the very kind and encouraging words. K and I are really is blown away with the responses. We hope part 3 will not disappoint.

We lay in bed for quite a while without saying anything. I’m sure she could hear my heart pounding as much as I could feel hers on my arm. We just lay in bed with what I describe as a very comfortable silence but an awkward stiffness. As she held me tighter I would run my hand over her arm and give her a slight peck on her forehead. After what felt like hours but in reality would have been about 20 minutes K lifted her head and kissed me on the lips very lightlyand she looked directly into my eyes. I felt like she was staring into my soul. I kissed her back as we embraced before she interlocked her fingers around mine and brought my hand to her chest.

K describes her bust as a generous B or stingy C. Either way it felt magical. No sag but a defined shape and standing proud. I must have looked shocked because she just said, “it’s ok” released her hand from mine and kissed me again. I could feel her breath on my face and the warmth of her body through her t-shirt. If I’m going to be honest, I did not feel her nipple but felt the full shape if her breast on my hand. I know I was breathing pretty fast and this was making me light headed. K was running her hands over my chest too and lightly brushed my nipple which made me twitch. She pulled back from her kiss, looked into my eyes and said, “your weak spot?” I made some stupid comment about getting caught off guard and she touched my nipple again with her fingernail which made me jump. With a naughty cheeky smile she said, “I wonder where else makes you twitch.”

I’ve got to be clear that she wasn’t being “naughty” or “kinky”, she was actually genuinely curious as I found out later. This whole time my hand was on her left breast, not moving, just there stationary. She just said, “there is another next to it you can touch too you know.” Now that was her being naughty in her mischievous way.

That’s when I allowed my hand to fully appreciate the size and shape of her bust and I felt her nipple against my palm, so I let my finger circle it. This caused K to take a sharp breath. As she exhaled she whispered, “it’s my weakness too”. So this was my turn to say, “I wonder where else…”. She looked at me and said with her sweetest smile, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

As we kissed and our tongues met, I admit I was getting a little bit too excited and it showed through my breathing but again, I was conflicted and holding back because I didn’t want to ruin a special friendship. I will say right now that K and I have a special bond. It’s hard to explain but she can tell what I am thinking and I can do the same with a look. All she said was, “I’d rather know that always wonder.” With that, she lifted my t-shirt and kissed my nipple. This caused the fireworks in my head to turn nuclear and K’s response? “caught off guard my ass.”

As fast as things were progressing, we were still under the blanket with the only light being nightlight on the bedside table. As we kissed, K moved her body and positioned herself on top of me. She held my hands with our fingers interlocking as we kissed while she rested her body on mine. I had to bend my legs to prevent her feeling the state I was in and this worked for a while before she moved her body down and I was pressing against the fabric of her panties. What did K do? Nothing. She didn’t move, she didn’t grind, she didn’t say anything. She just bay there with her forehead against mine and breathing slowly. I could feel her warmth through her panties and I am sure she could feel me too but still she said nothing. Then finally, she said, “I am scared.” I asked her about what? Was she scared of how our friendship would change? How we couldn’t wind back the clock? Basically all the fears I had.

She said, “I am afraid I will disappoint you.” I looked at her and asked her what she meant and she said it had been years since she had been intimate with anyone, the last being her ex. I looked at her asking if she was serious and she said, “yes, it’s the truth.” she had been on a couple of dates and had exchanged kisses but that’s it. No other intimacy because people were trying too hard to get into he pants as she says or hoping to use her for gain. This girl is sharp and fast and her bullshit detector is military grade. I told her I was afraid I would disappoint her too and she said, “the only way I would have been disappointed is if you left tonight.” Another total heart melt moment right there. With that, we just embraced and held each other without talking.

I know she must have felt awkward because after a while she lifted her head and with a straight face just said, “err, do you mind if I move because otherwise you’re going to poke a hole through your shorts and my panties.” Her funny side had returned. Maybe as a self defence mechanism. I felt terribly embarrassed and just let out a sorry with a grimace. She giggled and said, “it’s ok and good to know you feel the same way I do.” she then lifted my tshirt again and teased my nipples with her tongue while I ran my hands up her back which she said felt good. Her skin was so smooth and soft with her toned back giving her a pleasing shape and doing this also made her oversized sleeping t-shirt ride up her back and expose her breasts. I remember looking at her and saying, “your t-shirt is not covering you.” She looked at me, without missing a beat she replied, “and? what are you going to do?” I hesitated and thought of what to say which caused her to roll her eyes, move herself higher so her breasts were in front of my eyes and said, “well?” I gently kissed her breast and ran my tongue over her nipple which made her sigh and whisper, “I really like that too.” This also made her relax her hips enough that the warmth panties was directly on the bulge of my shorts but this time she was moving her hips very slightly as her breathing got deeper and slower.

Then she lifted her chest and body till she was sitting almost upright. With one motion she removed her t-shirt and started pulling mine off. As she bent forward to kiss me again I got my first glance of her toned body. It took my breath away. By this stage I was very turned on as was K and I had to stop her and said, “we really should stop. If we carry on, we will get into trouble because I don’t have protection and I’m pretty sure you don’t either if what you said earlier was true.” She immediately smacked my forehead and said, “I don’t lie and that’s why I went to Watsons.” I looked at her and said, “you knew?” She replied, “no, but I hoped and I really didn’t know till you decided to stay.”

[Laolucas]

awww.... bro, you must be a very lucky person to have K, from Part Two and Part Three, she took the initiative to change the platonic relationship to something special... she must have been secretively loving you for a long time and was brave to take the first step

[PraetorianGuard]

Thank you for all the comments and feedback for what we have shared. We are humbled.

I would also like to respond here to three DMs received in case anyone else shares the same thoughts.

Firstly, yes, K is a real person and we have been together over four years. She wants to be open and honest with what we write so nothing is made up but does not want to give out personal details.

Secondly, since our honest and frank talk the day after we got together, we don’t discuss our exes or past hurts. We like to look forward towards the future and not backwards. I also don’t want to slime anyone as it’s not my style. I hope you understand.

Finally, after a bit of a discussion, she’s ok with as bit more intimate detail but she doesn't want to make it sound like a fuckathon. It wasn’t. What we write is what happened.

I hope readers understand

On with part 4 of our story.....

True to form, she bent over to the side of her bed, picked up her bag and took out the green Watsons plastic bag with a box inside. I asked her what she got and her reply was classic K… “does the brand matter more or what it does because they all do the same job.” Got to love her. Later though she would come to admit she grabbed the first box she saw to get out of there as quickly as possible. As I type this part she is looking at me slightly embarrassed. LOL.

There is no dignified way to open a new box of condoms in a semi darkened room. Its like the cellophane wrapper is designed to strip your dignity as you wrestle with the packaging. K was giggling at this stage at my frustration saying, “what’s wrong? you look very flustered.” eventually though I won the battle and had the box opened and removed a square foil parcel. K became quiet again and I could see her nervousness. I kissed her and asked her what was wrong? Her confidence was gone and replaced with a sweet gentle vulnerability that captured my heart. Quietly she repeated again, “It’s been a long time and I don’t want to disappoint you.” Then she said, “please be gentle.” I asked her if she prefer we just lie down and hold each other and she said, “no, I’ve wanted this for a long time but please be gentle.” with that, K removed her panties and kissed me deeply. As she was kissing me, she reached down and removed my shorts. I am sure she felt the sudden jerk as the shorts released me because she took a sharp breath. She repeated, “please be gentle” but added, “I don’t want to wait any more.” I removed the wrapper and unrolled the condom on myself before looking down at K’s body. She really was fit and toned. Her brown eyes were stunning in its brightness and her smile was mesmerising. I had to admit she was gorgeous now that I removed the platonic barrier that used to be between us (she’s blushing now and smacking my arm).

As I lowered my body to hers, she was tense but excited. Yet her legs were straight and just slightly parted. Her breath quickened as our bodies met. I could feel the absolute heat between her legs and as the condom touched the apex of her thighs K let out a breath and lowered herself on me. She stared deeply into my eyes as the initial resistance was met by a rush of silky warmth she quietly whispered, “Oh God you feel so fucking good”. I admit she felt amazing. Like no other experience I had ever felt before. The nuclear explosions in my head became supernovas as K parted her thighs and wrapped her legs around my waist. Her eyes were now closed and she was breathing rapidly. As we kissed I felt how full her lips had become as her mouth was ajar and she was sighing. Then she held me tight and her legs pulled me closer. Her breathing quickened and her back arched as she just called out my name and said, “I’m cumming!” and then she shuddered as she held me.

That was the first time she had an orgasm that night and according to her she had three before she asked me to cum too. I told her it’s ok, I didn’t need to because I wanted her to feel good but she replied, “either you cum or or I’ll make you cum” and she did! Very successfully.

After that, something funny happened which we both pointed out the next day. I didn’t get up to go to the shower and neither did she. We both didn’t feel dirty or yucky, we both just held each other as she fell asleep on my chest holding me with my arms around her.

There was no crazy acrobatics, no multiple positions and no screaming dirty talk. There was just the two of us together forming a bond. A bond that has lasted over 4 years and a bond where I can be anywhere in the world for work and she doesn’t doubt I’m faithful and no matter where I am, I trust her completely. A bond that we can communicate with a look and laugh with no words shared. A bond that when I am down, she will just sit beside me quietly and when she’s down, she can rest her head on my shoulder or chest and feel better. Yet, she was able to completely blow my mind soon after which made the next meeting with her parents and siblings so awkward I wanted to cover my head with a pillowcase but that comes later.

That morning, I woke up first, but it was more like a series of short naps. K was still asleep with her arms around me and I was struck by the innocence of face. I still had my left arm around her and i ran my fingers along the small of her back and traced the silhouette or her butt. I will be truthful and say my mind was still racing but I also remember being amazed at how shapely and firm her butt was. Yup, guys will be guys.

K soon stirred and opened her eyes. She smiled kissed my chest and said good morning. I asked her if she felt ok she just smiled and nodded. I saw her vulnerable side again with her amor stripped away. The confidence was put away and in its place was the K i see when she plays with her nephew. The sweet, loving and tender side of her. We were laying in bed, having shared our most intimate night together and here she was, shy and embarrassed. She got up, put on her oversized t-shirt and scooted off to the bathroom for her morning routine. I stayed in bed thinking of the night’s events and wondering what next. I knew we would need to talk about things but what to say!

She came out all cleaned and dressed and just said, “do you want a new towel or was last night’s ok?” Ahh K was back! Yet, I could see she was also thinking. I washed up and changed as I had to get back home. Her doggy was hanging around me sniffing with eyes that were just looking straight at me. K had prepared another 2 cups of Sencha and asked what I wanted for breakfast. I said nothing which led to a short lecture of the importance of breakfast and taking care of myself.

Yes, she was feeling as uncomfortable as I was. Not uncomfortable to be in each other’s company, but uncomfortable with the idea we would eventually need to talk about what happened and what next. K broke the tension by asking what I had planned for that day and I told her I needed to finish some work for a meeting on Monday and she said yeah, she would go to her parents that afternoon as she couldn't stay for dinner since her parents had a function to attend and she wanted to see her nephew. After some further small talk I said I’d better go.

In my heart, it felt like things had changed and the fracturing of a friendship had begun. Yes, K agrees I can be slightly pessimistic sometimes. I wanted to sit and talk things out there and then but there was no opening. None at all. K got up, gave me the tightest hug and kissed me lightly on the lips. Then she said, “hey, I have zero regrets about last night. We are both adults and I want you in my life but you decide if I am what you want or not, no games, no guilt, no bullshit, just be honest with yourself and with me ok?” K’s straight talk was back and her eyes looked directly at me as she spoke.

I told her I needed to process things but promised her I would be honest with what I would say and she said, “thank you.”