Introduction
This story is inspired by real life experiences and is partly fictional. Which part of it is fictional? Well, I'd leave it to the audiences to decide. It is also my first time writing romance, I do not know how welcoming it will be but should the majority voice their support I will continue to donate stories, and hopefully somewhere along the way meet other writers, in which case I hope you may also share your stories here be it fictional or real life. Enjoy!
The message above was written for the audiences of STOMP, a popular Singapore based forum. I began writing stories when a STOMPer started a "fan fiction" just for laughs as parody of every STOMPers' avatars. Eventually, I was inspired to write my own stories after someone mentioned ONS(one night stands). And as there has a rise in real life love stories, I decided to start a romance fiction just to entertain the masses and hopefully provide some variety to all the fellow STOMPers.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Chapter One
Act I: Confessions
As Mark sat at the table watching the singers in Lunar, a popular club at Clarke Quay, Jasmine noticed how quiet he had been. "Why are you so quiet?" She asked.
Mark looked at her and smiled, "I'm enjoying the music".
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself!" Jasmine shouted amidst the noise.
Later in the night, they exited Lunar with a bunch of her friends. As Jasmine, Wendy, Jess and Ferlyn stood outside the club smoking, Mark joined them. And despite being a non smoker, he watched as they lit up.
"Hey Mark, why don't you sleep over at my place tonight lor? Don't take taxi home, very expensive." Jasmine suggested, being the caring friend that she is.
"Er.. okay, I hope it wouldn't trouble you." Mark replied, grateful for her concern and happy that he might to finally spend the time he had been fighting hard for with Jasmine.
"What time Bryan coming arh?" Jasmine asked.
"He's on the way, reaching soon." Wendy said. "Good hor? Always got men come and pick us up."
"Yah lah he doesn't drink mah."
"You damn good lor!" Ferlyn teased.
"Of course lah, I'm Wendy leh!"
5 minutes later, a silver Mazda MPV rolled into the taxi stand and the gang got in. The car was immediately filled with chatter, Mark sat at the back silently listening to the girls as they talked during the journey.
Later on, the car turned from Weld Road into Kelantan Road where a block of HDB flats were located. Jasmine and Mark alighted and thanked their friends for the ride home.
"This is the first time a guy sleeps over at my place leh, you should be glad ok?" Jasmine laughed, teasing Mark.
"Serious arh?" Mark beamed, happy to hear such words from Jasmine, the girl he had been longing for. They had been working together for the last 10 months and it was only months ago when he fell deep head over heels for her, a girl he had come to respect not just as his equal but also as a friend, a hardworking, loving, loyal and most importantly a sensible woman.
She was dressed in a white tee shirt with a pink glittering heart, a denim hot pants, wearing a white sandals he had bought for her many months ago, long flowing shoulder length hair with a striking white headband.
Together, they walked to the elevator. "How many times have you come to my house arh?" Jasmine asked.
"Er.. I think twice bah? This must be the third?"
"Hahah! I see."
An awkward silence fell as the two took the lift up to her house, both tired after long hours of work and clubbing at Lunar. Moreover they had already drank quite a bit.
Mark and Jasmine entered her cramped up two room flat, where she was living with her mother, together with her two daughters from a previous marriage. She was 18 when she got married and later divorced after a series of fights with her ex-husband. Now 26, she decided to renew her life.
"Erm sorry arh where's your toilet?" Mark asked, never having used her bathroom before.
"Oh it on the right corner of the kitchen." She replied.
Mark gently pulled open the folding doors, entered and did his stuff.
Later on, as he was washing his face Jasmine called, "Mark!"
"Yes darling?" He called back, the usual term of endearment he had been using since the day he started wooing her, and she had come to accept it as his privilege, after all they were good friends.
"Do you need a towel?" She asked.
"No it okay, I'm not going to take a shower."
"Are you sure? You say one arh don't say I never ask." She replied cheekily as she washed up at the kitchen basin.
Mark exited and then sat himself on her sofa on as Jasmine entered to take her shower, emerging later dressed in nothing but a long blue colored collar shirt and a pair of white panties. She was comfortable enough to let him see her in that attire.
By then Mark was already lying on the sofa, ready to take a nap. Jasmine walked over from behind and said, "sleep properly lah, like that bad for your body."
Mark obediently laid down and let his legs stretch to the fullest. She then touched his hair and wished him good night before taking a step back, ready to enter her bedroom. Mark looked into her eyes, and at that instant an impulse took over. He had been longing for this moment, now he's got it he wasn't going to let go.
Before she could turn, Mark let himself grab her by the hand and pull her back. Jasmine looked back into his eyes and panicked. "What are you doing?"
Without replying, Mark got off from the sofa and stood up still gazing into her eyes. "There's something I've been wanting to do." He said, suddenly taking her into his arms.
Jasmine did not budge, overwhelmed by his actions. Instinctively, he slid his hand up to her cheeks and planted a kiss to her lips. At that moment, sparks flew, both their hearts started racing. Mark had finally done it, the opportunity he had wishing for a long time. Lust took over, despite Jasmine already seeing someone else. She could no longer care. This guy had done everything and touched her heart, and somewhere deep beneath, she too won. Mark had taken the initiative and broke boundaries.
She returned the kiss and soon it became passionate, both in a tight embrace. And no, it wasn't going to stop there. Mark let himself loose and his right hand soon moved to her breast, squeezing it gently as they kissed. Jasmine helplessly let out a soft moan.
"This..wait.. this is wrong." She said, struck by a sudden sense of guilt and immediately stopped.
"I love you Jasmine, I really do! Just give me a chance please!" Mark blurted out, finally confessing his feelings to her.
"I... I don't know." She said as she looked away, biting her lips, anxious and afraid.
"You don't but I do, I know I've been in love with you for a very long time... can't we be more than friends?"
"I'd be willing to do anything for you, I swear. Can't you feel it? After everything I've done for you?" Mark begged, desperate to win her heart. He had indeed done nearly everything he could. For the first time in his life, he had fallen deep in love with a woman and since then made a decision to commit. Within his heart he knew, if he lost her he would live the rest of his life with regrets.
........ story to be continued (if there's enough positive responses).
This story is inspired by real life experiences and is partly fictional. Which part of it is fictional? Well, I'd leave it to the audiences to decide. It is also my first time writing romance, I do not know how welcoming it will be but should the majority voice their support I will continue to donate stories, and hopefully somewhere along the way meet other writers, in which case I hope you may also share your stories here be it fictional or real life. Enjoy!
The message above was written for the audiences of STOMP, a popular Singapore based forum. I began writing stories when a STOMPer started a "fan fiction" just for laughs as parody of every STOMPers' avatars. Eventually, I was inspired to write my own stories after someone mentioned ONS(one night stands). And as there has a rise in real life love stories, I decided to start a romance fiction just to entertain the masses and hopefully provide some variety to all the fellow STOMPers.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Chapter One
Act I: Confessions
As Mark sat at the table watching the singers in Lunar, a popular club at Clarke Quay, Jasmine noticed how quiet he had been. "Why are you so quiet?" She asked.
Mark looked at her and smiled, "I'm enjoying the music".
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself!" Jasmine shouted amidst the noise.
Later in the night, they exited Lunar with a bunch of her friends. As Jasmine, Wendy, Jess and Ferlyn stood outside the club smoking, Mark joined them. And despite being a non smoker, he watched as they lit up.
"Hey Mark, why don't you sleep over at my place tonight lor? Don't take taxi home, very expensive." Jasmine suggested, being the caring friend that she is.
"Er.. okay, I hope it wouldn't trouble you." Mark replied, grateful for her concern and happy that he might to finally spend the time he had been fighting hard for with Jasmine.
"What time Bryan coming arh?" Jasmine asked.
"He's on the way, reaching soon." Wendy said. "Good hor? Always got men come and pick us up."
"Yah lah he doesn't drink mah."
"You damn good lor!" Ferlyn teased.
"Of course lah, I'm Wendy leh!"
5 minutes later, a silver Mazda MPV rolled into the taxi stand and the gang got in. The car was immediately filled with chatter, Mark sat at the back silently listening to the girls as they talked during the journey.
Later on, the car turned from Weld Road into Kelantan Road where a block of HDB flats were located. Jasmine and Mark alighted and thanked their friends for the ride home.
"This is the first time a guy sleeps over at my place leh, you should be glad ok?" Jasmine laughed, teasing Mark.
"Serious arh?" Mark beamed, happy to hear such words from Jasmine, the girl he had been longing for. They had been working together for the last 10 months and it was only months ago when he fell deep head over heels for her, a girl he had come to respect not just as his equal but also as a friend, a hardworking, loving, loyal and most importantly a sensible woman.
She was dressed in a white tee shirt with a pink glittering heart, a denim hot pants, wearing a white sandals he had bought for her many months ago, long flowing shoulder length hair with a striking white headband.
Together, they walked to the elevator. "How many times have you come to my house arh?" Jasmine asked.
"Er.. I think twice bah? This must be the third?"
"Hahah! I see."
An awkward silence fell as the two took the lift up to her house, both tired after long hours of work and clubbing at Lunar. Moreover they had already drank quite a bit.
Mark and Jasmine entered her cramped up two room flat, where she was living with her mother, together with her two daughters from a previous marriage. She was 18 when she got married and later divorced after a series of fights with her ex-husband. Now 26, she decided to renew her life.
"Erm sorry arh where's your toilet?" Mark asked, never having used her bathroom before.
"Oh it on the right corner of the kitchen." She replied.
Mark gently pulled open the folding doors, entered and did his stuff.
Later on, as he was washing his face Jasmine called, "Mark!"
"Yes darling?" He called back, the usual term of endearment he had been using since the day he started wooing her, and she had come to accept it as his privilege, after all they were good friends.
"Do you need a towel?" She asked.
"No it okay, I'm not going to take a shower."
"Are you sure? You say one arh don't say I never ask." She replied cheekily as she washed up at the kitchen basin.
Mark exited and then sat himself on her sofa on as Jasmine entered to take her shower, emerging later dressed in nothing but a long blue colored collar shirt and a pair of white panties. She was comfortable enough to let him see her in that attire.
By then Mark was already lying on the sofa, ready to take a nap. Jasmine walked over from behind and said, "sleep properly lah, like that bad for your body."
Mark obediently laid down and let his legs stretch to the fullest. She then touched his hair and wished him good night before taking a step back, ready to enter her bedroom. Mark looked into her eyes, and at that instant an impulse took over. He had been longing for this moment, now he's got it he wasn't going to let go.
Before she could turn, Mark let himself grab her by the hand and pull her back. Jasmine looked back into his eyes and panicked. "What are you doing?"
Without replying, Mark got off from the sofa and stood up still gazing into her eyes. "There's something I've been wanting to do." He said, suddenly taking her into his arms.
Jasmine did not budge, overwhelmed by his actions. Instinctively, he slid his hand up to her cheeks and planted a kiss to her lips. At that moment, sparks flew, both their hearts started racing. Mark had finally done it, the opportunity he had wishing for a long time. Lust took over, despite Jasmine already seeing someone else. She could no longer care. This guy had done everything and touched her heart, and somewhere deep beneath, she too won. Mark had taken the initiative and broke boundaries.
She returned the kiss and soon it became passionate, both in a tight embrace. And no, it wasn't going to stop there. Mark let himself loose and his right hand soon moved to her breast, squeezing it gently as they kissed. Jasmine helplessly let out a soft moan.
"This..wait.. this is wrong." She said, struck by a sudden sense of guilt and immediately stopped.
"I love you Jasmine, I really do! Just give me a chance please!" Mark blurted out, finally confessing his feelings to her.
"I... I don't know." She said as she looked away, biting her lips, anxious and afraid.
"You don't but I do, I know I've been in love with you for a very long time... can't we be more than friends?"
"I'd be willing to do anything for you, I swear. Can't you feel it? After everything I've done for you?" Mark begged, desperate to win her heart. He had indeed done nearly everything he could. For the first time in his life, he had fallen deep in love with a woman and since then made a decision to commit. Within his heart he knew, if he lost her he would live the rest of his life with regrets.
........ story to be continued (if there's enough positive responses).
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