"We need to meet up with Lisa and MiMi to tell them everything!" Cary clasped her hands together, mashing against her soft bosom. I nodded. Ahh. I am looking forward to seeing MiMi, actually. It's been quite long since I've met her, although she's in Singapore, but her working schedule coupled with school clashes horribly with my volatile one.
The date was finally set and we were to meet at a quaint little cafe in the south, tucked away from traffic and surrounded by nature. ( I hope nature does not come with mosquitoes. ) Cary was dolled up as usual in a floral tube dress whilst i opted for a simple v neck graphic tee paired with a white ripped denim shorts.
-new text message-
Richard: Hey lovely lady. It's night time here. Just finished 3 back to back meetings and the LA night skies here reminded me of our night at Equinox. What are you up to?
I read the message over and over again, trying to imagine Richard sitting alone in his executive room. And flashbacks took over my brain, lashing out fiercely at my heart which almost erupted from the dense palpitations.
"Violette!!!! Look!" Cary shook me up from my momentary departure into fantasy-land as she pointed at the ridiculous amount of people gathered outside the bistro.
I glanced up at my phone and let out a gasp.
"Oh my god. What's going on?" I scurried over to the entrance like a typical kiasu aunty and saw a gigantic billboard bearing the words: Class 611 gathering. Relive our childhood memories!
Cary gave a confused look as I rolled my eyes at the sign before explaining it to her.
"We are so unlucky!" I blabbered on in Chinese, "Apparently a bunch of people decided to choose this cafe as their class gathering venue... I think they were all classmates from the same primary school. Never mind, we should wait for MiMi and Lisa to arrive first."
Cary sulked and stomped her foot in a princessy way as we moved away from the chatter of the group and parked ourselves at a nearby pillar where we are in clear view of the main road, looking for silhouettes of two familiar figures.
Minutes later, I caught sight of Lisa, who was almost impossible to miss as she wore her favorite fiery red color again, this time a bodycon off-shoulder cropped top paired with highwaisted leather shorts. Her golden Christian Louboutins cackled as she quickened her pace, hands outstretched towards us with MiMi tagging behind, dressed just as casual as I was in simple cotton t-shirt dress.
We hugged each other and after the elaborated hellos were through, I then shifted the focus to the fact that our lunch meeting is spoiled. As Lisa and Cary went on with their argument about whose lousy suggestion it was, I shot MiMi a smile before proceeding to finally, reply Richard's text.
-Text reply-
Violette: Damn, we were supposed to eat at this cafe near Holland V but its packed because some class having their gathering. No idea where to go now :(
Richard replied almost immediately.
-New text message-
Richard: Hmm. Do you girls like spaghetti?
Violette: I do. I guess as long as the two princesses get their seats they'd like anything. Why? You have a recommendation?
Richard: Yes I do. Its a cafe set up by me, actually. Its called "Nizimo Gauche", two streets down from Holland V. You should pop by to take a look. Tell me if you girls like it. I can ask the manager to make some arrangements.
I looked up at the girls and did not even bother to ask.
"Now, now princesses stop squabbling. Let's head over to the cafe two streets down. It sells spaghetti. Richard owns it. So I think we can get seats." I smiled broadly and nudged them to be on their way.
-Text reply-
Violette: I think we'll just eat there then. Weather's hot and everyone's hungry and grouchy.
-New text message-
Richard: Okay. Called the manager for you. Enjoy yourself! Let me know what you think afterwards.
I tried to picture how the cafe would be like, whether it will be reflective of Richard's usual manliness or perhaps it was merely his alter ego, that the kid inside him ordered for the cafe to be decked in bold colors and fun designs. Hooking my arm with MiMi, we walked down to where Nizimo Gauche was.
And... I guess Richard's normal sexy self was not an alter ego. It was him. The cafe was dimly lit, and everything was minimalist with clean shapes and monochrome settings. There was a short queue of expatriates and their Sarong party girls, and a few tourist-looking Caucasians who grinned with oeillade as we approached the entrance.
A lady dressed in a black t shirt with white denim skirt and an apron greeted us and asked: "Violette?" I raised my hand a little and she ushered us in with a smile. The cafe was packed, but it was double stories with an attic being a shophouse. She led us upstairs, and smooth jazz was playing across the entire place. Contemporary art spiced up the walls as soft spotlights illuminated our path.
The second floor too was crowded, but the lady beckoned us to proceed up the next flight of stairs up the spiral steps. The 3rd floor was empty, smaller than the other floors being an attic, but extremely cozy and beautifully designed. What I assumed, was a toilet at the end that was partitioned off by a large curtain made entirely of strings.
A lone table was set in the middle, with cushions and Japanese styled mats. Two stalks of fresh waterlilies adorned the bare statement as they were dipped in water, held by a squarish glass container. It was a simple but surprisingly beautiful centerpiece.
The wall had a huge LED plasma plastered onto it, with Bang and Olufsen speakers by its side. This must be a private section that Richard has set aside for. I wondered what other purposes may this section serve - His business meetings?
The lady then handled out menus as we took our places. I chose the spot against the wall, with Cary beside me. As we chatted, I scanned through the menu which featured mostly pasta, soups and some dessert. Being famished, all of us quickly placed our orders with a teenage waiter who stood patiently at the side.
The lady ( probably the manager ) appeared again, with 4 tall glasses of brightly colored liquid complete with a tiny paper umbrella and fruit garnish on top.
"This is a house special, and my boss has instructed for you to try it out. It's a cocktail and the recipe is made by the boss himself." She explained as she handled out the glasses to each of us.
Cary spoke the moment the manager left: "Waa... Violette caught a big fish!" She winked and gave me a congratulatory pet on my back. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of the vicious looking pink liquid in front of me. It was a heavenly concoction. I detected rose syrup, lychee and possibly vodka and gin.
Lisa drained her entire glass, smacking her lips. "MOREEEEE!!!" She clapped her hands like a satisfied child. "Drink up!!!!" She urged all of us to down our glasses as well. MiMi finished last, and rather reluctantly being the weakest drinker among us.
With no hesitation, Lisa proceeded to ask the waiter to get us another glass of the amazing cocktail the minute he came up the stairs with our soups. He smiled politely and retreated upon clearing our glasses. I glanced at MiMi. The tip of her ears and her cheeks were already slightly tinged.
As we exchanged our stories over the really good pasta, we finished glasses after glasses of cocktail. The manager had then introduced us two other cocktails which were equally amazing. It was only 3pm, but we were already intoxicated.
Lisa indulged about some random guy she has been hooking up with recently, whilst Cary spoke of nothing new that I haven't already heard on repeat back at home. MiMi however, broke the news that things didn't work out between her boyfriend and her. No true sorrow was shown on her face though. But I knew deep inside she was probably hurting. Cary then attempted to lighten the atmosphere by urging me to describe in details how the date with Richard went.
And Lisa just exclaimed "OH FUCK HIM ALREADY!!!" We all burst into laughter as I looked around nervously, pretending to look for the presence of any waiters or security cameras.
Dessert came. A fine selection of macarons, ice cream with warm brownie, delectable tiramisu and new york cheesecake occupied the table as the irresistible smell wafted through the entire room. Cary and Lisa then decided it was time for instagram cum camwhoring session as they whipped out their devices. MiMi looked pretty dazed. I had to drink her last cocktail for her.
-New text message-
Richard: How's everything? Good I hope.
-Text reply-
Violette: Omg it's really amazing :O the cocktail is awesome. I didn't know you knew a thing about bartending. My friend is a little high now though. I think she needs to vomit.
Richard: Take her to the toilet. Its past the black curtain. There's also a small daybed that you can let her rest on.
I signaled to Cary that I'd bring MiMi to the restroom. She nodded and then resumed her phototaking with Lisa who was beaming perpetually in her stupor.
The strings of the curtain tickled my cheeks as I attempted to make a parting for MiMi to pass through. A wash basin with a hollywood styled dressing mirror greeted us. A door stood at the corner. I pushed it open and dragged MiMi in.
Quaint, but functional is what you can describe the toilet. In that few squares of a space, there is a comfortable looking daybed which doubles as a storage cabinet below the mattress. The toilet is clean, hygienically separated by a free fall frosted glass and the entire room smells of lavender.
A queer, cut in hollow in the wall at the side was revealed to be some sort of a basin, chiseled in to save space. A stream of water cascades down from its roof when the button on the wall is pressed. Another such cranny adjacent to it holds hand towels and illuminated by yet another soft spotlight.
I climbed onto the daybed as MiMi went ahead to the toilet bowl. The daybed was soft and inviting, the off-white cotton-hemp sheets complemented the overall feel of the washroom in its hues of wheat and puce. MiMi then flushed the toilet, before trying to figure how the in-wall basin works. I got down and helped her to clean up.
"Did you vomit?" I asked, as I gently dabbed her forehead and cheeks with the fresh hand towel.
MiMi shook her head and got onto the daybed.
"I'm sorry you guys broke up." I brushed hair away from her face. MiMi shook her head again before asking: "So, things are pretty good with Richard right? I am happy for you." She gave a small smile and hugged me, the height of the daybed caused me to be enveloped right between her breasts from where I stood.
Then, the tranquility of that tender moment was immediately broken as she pulled me in for a kiss. I could almost feel our estrogen raging as I caressed her breasts, feeling the tautness of her nipples standing for attention beneath her bra and dress. As our tongues lashed at each other, I felt her hands going under my shirt, reaching into my bra, scooping the fullness of my breasts out from the cotton cups.
She then pulled her mouth away from my lips, pulling up my shirt just enough to reveal my breasts as she bent down to suck on my left nipple, her both hands busy cupping and squeezing both breasts. I fought hard not to moan as a tidal wave hit somewhere down south.
When MiMi finally looked up, I pushed her towards the wall, lifting and parting her legs into an M position right at the edge of the bed. Her dress was pulled up and panties pulled down as I bent my knees, my lips going straight for center. Her sex was shown in plain side, void of hair as she was cleanly shaven. She was already soaking wet.
I stuck out my tongue, starting from the bottom of the vagina entrance right up to the clitoris in long and slow elaborated licks. She kicked her legs desperately whilst they were suspended in mid-air. As I nibbled on her clitoris, the kicking ensued in reflex as the sexual satisfaction was too much for her to bear. I then suckled hard at the entire width of the moist opening, taking in her juices. The sound of my slurping merged with her soft helpless moans, electrifying the otherwise quiet atmosphere.
It wasn't hard to know what tickles her fancy, since I am a female as well. I dipped my finger into the honey pot as my tongue continued to tease the clitoris. Curling and straightening the finger, I tickled the inside of her sex, vibrating so hard that I could hear the juices churning.
Her moans echoed throughout the toilet for the next few minutes as I picked up speed. My free hand reached for her breast under the dress as my thumb and index pinched at the tiny nub, alternating between pinches and flicks in accordance to the rhythm of my tongue.
"Violette I am going to come!" MiMi tightened her muscles causing her feet to be tensed and pointy. She clutched my head as though begging me not to stop. I felt her butt cheeks squeezing together, and her hips gyrating against my face. I increased the speed of my finger and the licks.
Finally, she pushed me away. I looked up to see an expression of pleasure on her face before backing away as her hands instructed. She ejaculated. A jet of juice sprayed across the length of the room as she was almost crying from the overwhelming orgasm. It was just like what you see in porn, where the women squirted hysterically. I used to think it may just be faked, but witnessing what was happening right in front of me, I was pretty shocked but highly aroused at the same time.
MiMi's moans grew louder, and then softer as though drained of energy as she rubbed her clitoris furiously, and then another jet came, followed by a few weaker spurts, and then... dribbles.
Her legs then collapsed onto the bed as she started quivering from the intense use of energy. Still recovering from my shock at the wet display, I reached for a few more towels, one for MiMi and the rest which I used in an attempt to wipe her end-product off the wall and floor.
"Wow you can squirt!" I expressed my statement in genuine appreciation and shock. MiMi smiled faintly before inching forward for another kiss.
Luckily for us, we did it at the edge of the bed, resulting only in a small stain which can (hopefully) dry up in a short time.
We helped each other to get dressed before washing up and exiting the toilet, with heat still throbbing in my panties. Watching MiMi squirt has only gotten me more excited.
Back at the table, it seemed we haven't been missed as Cary and Lisa were having their usual label whore conversation.
"MiMi you okay? I thought you died in the toilet." Lisa patted her friend, pushing the new york cheesecake towards her.
"Yeah I did die in the toilet actually." MiMi replied, giving me a seductive wink.
I giggled and started working on the brownie in front of me. The dessert was decently indulgent as well. After a few more minutes of chatter, it was time to leave as MiMi and I both had work later at night. Just when we were billing out at the counter, the manager politely refused Lisa's card.
"Its on the house, ladies. The boss hopes you had an enjoyable time. Thank you! Please do come again." She bowed graciously and beamed as I looked bewildered.
"Well, I guess we all know what makes the man now!" Cary nodded approvingly as we left the cafe.
"Yeah he's so generous! I bet we chalked up a bomb." Lisa added, tottering precariously along the rough gravel road. She was still pretty much doused in the alcohol from overloading on the cocktails.
I said nothing but smile quietly. A warm feeling crept into my heart. As Cary and I got onto a cab home, I texted Richard.
-Text reply-
Hey, we just left. Thanks so much for the treat! I feel bad. :O everything is lovely. Have a good rest okay?
-
But he must have probably fell asleep as there was no reply. It was way past midnight over at L.A.
As I was preparing for work 2 hours later, I went on to what's app and noticed his last seen was updated an hour back. Probably meant he saw my message. I guess he must have checked it in his sleepy state of mind. Shrugging off any other reason which may be negative, I proceeded to do my make up, with that warm feeling still snug in my heart, and the little disgruntled disappointment from my sex which hasn't been probably satisfied.
I then thought about MiMi, how twisted our relationship was, but nonetheless, still accountable as love. Is it wrong to feel this way about each other?
a man who loves you, loves the people that you love too.
