I still remember the day with extreme clarity. It was a day of many surprises and an exciting discovery, one which would live with me forever.
It all started out with my group of colleagues on a simple chillout session after a hard week of work one Friday evening. There were five of us from the same company - James, Elaine, Henry, Ann and I. James and Elaine were a workplace couple while Henry was already married with a kid. That left Ann and I as the only single and socially active ones, which meant that the two of us were outnumbered when it came to decide on what we were going to do that evening.
"No clubbing?" groaned Ann as she crossed her legs on the hawker centre stool as they finished up their dinner.
"Nope," mumbled Henry. "I'm ok if we chilled at someone's home but I don't want to go to Butter, Zouk or any of those other loud places. Besides, I need to be back by midnight."
Sighing in resignation, I made the decision on behalf of the whole group. "Look, if we're going to hang out at someone's place, then I think we should go to Ann's place. It's definitely the nicest of all our homes and she's not got a wife hovering around waiting to nag us."
I could see nods of agreement across the table. Ann, a Malaysian expat, had been given a very plush condominium by the company up near Grange Road, a large 1-bedroom unit complete with large HDTV, king-sized bed and upscale furnishings. Of course, this also didn't take into account that my own roommate had told me not to go back to our apartment before dawn as he was planning to bring home and bonk a local university undergrad that he had met at a party the night before.
"OK fine, we'll go to my place then," said Ann. "I've got quite a lot of alcohol left after my previous chalet stay with my old classmates so we can finish that up instead."
After adjourning to her place, we broke open the bottles of Jack Daniels and Tiger beer, drinking away the stress and sorrows of the past week. By the end of the session, we were all fairly plastered, largely due to a drinking game we played with shots of JD and an episode of Friends that was showing on the cable TV. It didn't take long before James and Elaine called it a night, the drunken Elaine being manhandled into a cab by her exasperated boyfriend. Before we knew it, it was just Ann, Henry, and I sitting on the floor of her living room, surrounded by half-empty bottles of booze.
She was halfway to being passed out, eyes closed as she took a quick snooze while the alcohol kicked in. I had always found her to be attractive, with delicate facial features on a narrow face that always seemed to have a mischevious smile on it, framed by long hair dyed a light brown that fell to her shoulders. While she wasn't the most well-endowed girl in the office, she had a fit body with a narrow waist, a taut ass and skinny legs that seemed to stretch forever downwards. It was what one of my cruder colleagues had referred to as being "a really bangable body combined with a CFM face, just waiting for you to up her". So yes, definitely a hot piece of ass if there ever was one! All those gym sessions that she went for had certainly paid off.
Checking my watch, I realized that it was nearly 4 in the morning and decided that it was about time to call it a night. Or was it a morning? Either way, I felt that the buzz and dizziness that accompanied the earlier binge drinking was starting to recide and I was looking forward to getting back for a good night's sleep in my bed. Henry was equally boozed up, and pulled out his phone to call a cab.
I reached over and shook Ann's shoulder, getting a soft groan in response.
"Hey, I gotta leave soon," I said softly as she tried to swat my hand away. "It's past 3 and I need to head back soon so that I can wake up for my tennis session tomorrow morning."
Her semi-coherent mumbling stopped as her brain finally processed my words. She forced her eyes open and stared at the clock on the kitchen wall.
"Shit, I need to be up early too," she complained as she grabbed onto the sofa she was leaning against to pull herself to her feet. She walked towards the door, stumbling as she fought the effects of the alcohol that she had imbibed earlier. Henry and I raced forward and caught her before she tripped, with each of us tucking one arm each under her arms to prevent her from sliding to the floor. I grunted as I slung her dainty arm over my shoulder, supporting her weight as Henry and I directed her towards her bedroom.
"Thankss..." she grunted as I shouldered the door aside and put her down on the bed. She looked so tempting in her skimpy homewear, a pink tank top accompanied by a barely-there pair of white shorts which left the majority of her slender legs uncovered. While a dozen naughty thoughts were running through my head, I forced myself to shelf them lest I regret doing anything stupid the next morning.
"OK, we're going to head down to catch a cab," I told her as I stepped away from the bed. "You'll be OK right?"
Ann moaned and grunted, then slid backwards along the bed and propped herself up against the backboard. Henry sighed at having to deal with the situation and turned to head for the door.
"Hey... can you guys wait a minute?" she called as I was just about to leave the room.