[kiasusam]

My manhood started to grew harder and harder under the quilt. I flipped the other side of the quilt, stretched my arm and gesture Faith to climb in. She removed her room slipper and climbed straight into my arm. She made herself comfortable before resting her head on my right chest and her hand on my tummy after giving my hard cock a shake as if it was a joystick.

“Your hair smells really nice,” I praised and moved away further slightly and took a closer look, I added, “Actually I prefer your bob style. Short hair ladies portrait to me as people with strong character.”

“I was with short hair all along and now I want to try something else mah. I want to keep it till my shoulder blade then curled it. Very nice, you know? I want to try the hair salon a colleague recommended. One of the hairstylists there used to do the hair for actresses here. Its not cheap but once in awhile must make ourselves look 美美的 (pretty) right? And hor, you know everybody…” Faith went on and on.

I did not expect that my praising would lead her to go non-stop. I lost my concentration and lost her in her words. I was sitting on the bed enjoying her company and reading on my Wikipedia. My replies were autopilot, “huh…is it”, “em”, “I see” etc, and very importantly, completed with nodding.

“Wei, are you listening or not,” Faith suddenly asked, when she saw my eyeball moved along the lines in the Internet and gave my chest a smack.

“Yes, I’m listening. You are talking about the hairstylist you wanted to try right?”

“Wa, idiot! Hairstylist was 1 or 2 minutes ago. I’m talking about the new shop I found in Bugis. Don’t want to talk already. Angry la!” Faith said while trying to push me away from her with a sulking face.

“Hahaha, ok ok. Please continue,” I said, placed my tablet one side and hugged her tight with both arms. It felt like falling in love again. The feeling was very sweet.

It was dangerous to play the game like this. The line between friends with benefits and falling in love is very fine and opaque. If you are not careful, you might cross it and before you know it, it’s too late to make a u-turn and have to bare the consequences. However, I was allowing myself to cross that fine line for that one day. I believed Faith was thinking like wise. We continued to cuddle in the bed till the food arrived. Teasing, joking, tickling and playing games like thumb wrestling and scissors paper stone, and the losers had to undergo a terrible punishment; tickled by the armpits. Giving pecks to each other on the lips and faces too. It was a fun and sweet 45 minutes.

The food arrived on time and I went on to put on my shorts to receive the food at the door. Afiq was making the delivery. He is the usual rider for my area. I would chat with him for a while whenever he is on duty sending food to my place. At a point of time, I realised his line of sight shot pass my eyes and was looking at something behind me. I turned and looked. It was Faith sticking out her head smiling with her body hidden behind the wall. We could clearly see her sexy shoulder with the strap down. Oh shit, Afiq saw her. I turned to face Afiq again and placed my finger on my lips and said, “Shhhhhh…” He gave me a cheeky smile and a wink before bidding his good-bye.

“Why so long? You know him ar?” Faith asked walking out from the wall in her sexy outfit. Luckily my curtains were drawn, or else, my neighbour would have a feast for his eyes.

“Ya. He is the usual delivery guy for this area. We could see your shoulder lo.” I said while getting ready the food.

“Hahaha…so he knows Kate too?”

“Yes, and Keane too.”

“Wa, then he must be thinking you are such a player. Married with kid still can have other women in your house. Dressed like this some more. Whee weet…Mr. Player!”

I did not reply her but gave her a lame stare and a fake laugh.

It did not take long for us to finish the pizza and wings. I went back to the room while Faith volunteered to clear the table. I took off my shorts and lay flat on the bed with my legs out.

Faith came back to the room and saw me naked, lying on the bed. She came over, stood in between my legs and simply staring at my little brother. From her face, I could read that she was thinking of something.

“What are you thinking of? Why are you staring at my dick? Want some more ar?” I asked.

“How often do you shave your balls and here? Some are poking out already,” she asked suddenly, kneeling down and flipping my balls upwards drawing circles on the underside.

“As often as I can lo. The last time I think 1 weeks ago bah. Why? Want to help me ar?”

“Ok! I go get my shaver,” she replied, jumping up to her bag, on the main lights and grabbed her makeup box.

I sat up and asked, “Wa…serious ar? Do you know how?? Hey, this one my precious lei.”

“Tsk…I’ll be careful la. I always do it on my eyebrow,” she said, standing by the bed with her shaver and a chunk of tissue paper.

“Excuse me, it’s different hor. You be careful huh. Where’s your shaver?” I asked when I did not see it in her hand.

She opened up her hand and showed me the blade she was using. It was those old-time shaver blade with no handle though still newly wrapped, disposable ones.

“Wa…no la no la. Crazy ar. You are using this kind. I thought you are using those with handles,” I rejected the idea frantically after seeing her tools, covering my precious with my both hands and close my legs.

“It’s safe la! Don’t worry!” She said, trying to pry open my legs while whining, “mMMmmm…open now~”

I was a little worried but at the same time wanting her to do it for me. Never once had I had someone shaven my balls for me. I slowly opened up my legs and pleaded her to be careful with my balls. She looked so happy with the smile on her face when I finally agreed.

She strategically lay out the chunk of tissues underneath my butt and ordered me to lift up my legs on the bed. Like a woman giving birth, I lay on the bed waiting for the first stroke of the blade to come down on me fearfully. I found a pillow beside me and tucked it under my head. I looked down and she was practicing the strokes in the air, looking for the right direction to blade my precious.

“Ooi…you know or not? My god…you are not making me any less worry lei. You want to practice on a piece of pork belly first or not?”

“Hahahahahaha…,” Faith was laughing and the hand which was holding the blade was jumping up and down with her laughter dangerously closed to my balls.

“Okokok…stop laughing please! The blade is very close to my balls lei,” I begged, screaming.

“Aiyah…don’t make me laugh la!” She said, giving my shin a slap.

She focused in on her target and gave my skin a gentle stroke with the blade. The feeling was not too bad. Then another one. She paced up while getting better at it. Then her warm hand cupped my balls, lifting them up. She gave the underside some gentle strokes. It felt really great there. I closed my eyes, listening to the scrubbing sound made by the blade on the skin and enjoyed the moment.

She lifted my dead penis and started working on my balls while stretching and pulling my balls sack as it had contracted into its wrinkled form by the provocations. My penis jumped as if treated by an AED shock. It’s reviving, slowly.