Fucked in Jakarta (Part 3) -- the true story of my fantasy times in Indonesia

When I was back at the hotel, I got out my laptop and fired up Facebook. I brought up Hannah's profile and clicked through all her pictures. She really was beautiful, but I still felt completely over her.

I noticed that she had recently changed her status to "in a relationship", so I clicked onto her boyfriend's page. He looked like a nice guy, from Ireland, seemed very genuine. He had a few photos of the two of them on holiday together.

On some weird instinct I didn't quite understand, I hovered my mouse over the friend request button. After a moment of brief thought, I clicked it.

I had to go to work the next day, but went to the hospital to visit Hannah once I was done. When I got to her private room, some guy was in there visiting her. He was wearing a full business suit and was about 9 feet taller than me.

I introduced myself and he said his name was Mark, a friend of Hannah's. It seemed Hannah had several such friends.

Hannah was asleep, so Mark and I went and got a coffee. He asked me if I was the one to pay for the hospital and I confirmed it. He said "I bet that boyfriend of hers didn't offer to pay, huh?" I just shrugged and said "someone had to."

He told me about how he had been with Hannah for a while and had wanted to make her his girlfriend, but he had realised she was playing off a few guys against each other, so he didn't do anything about it. He said he still considered her a good friend and was close to her.

I thought, "Yeah, but not close enough to open up your executive wallet and split the hospital bills with me, hey?"

After talking for a while, he gave me a kind of shy look and said, "You know, I do like Hannah, but I really have a thing for her friend, Selvia."

I said, "Wow, really? That must be awkward."

"Not really," he said. "She doesn't like me. She's not like Hannah, you know, you can't buy her. She's a real girl. She would never even step foot in a place like Top Gun and hates Hannah's prostitute friends. I tried giving her some expensive gifts, but nothing worked."

After randomly confiding in me for no apparent reason, he said he had to go to drinks with his office-mates, shook my hand and headed off.

I went back to the room and Hannah was awake. Selvia was sitting by her side, holding her hand, stroking her hair. I thought her eyes lit up a little when she saw me come in, but maybe that was wishful thinking.

I replayed what Mark had told me. Was I fooling myself about Selvia?

I made the obligatory inquiries about Hannah's health. Hannah said she was feeling better, that she didn't really want to stay in the hospital anymore. I said, "It’s ok, I paid for 3 nights already, you can rest."

She repeated that she wanted to leave, so Selvia and I went to find the doctor and check it was OK. The doctor said fine, but to make sure she took her pills and kept hydrated.

No one mentioned refunding my money for the hospital room, but I didn't push the point. Because true heroes don't ask for refunds. It's, like, part of the hero's code or something. You wouldn't know, not being a hero and all like me.

Since Hannah was feeling better, I suggested we go get some dinner. All three of us headed to the hotel and got some food in the restaurant there. I talked to Selvia the whole time, and realised I was barely even noticing Hannah's presence.

Some guy was chewing loudly and making sucking sounds at the table next to us, so I had some fun making Selvia laugh by mocking him. Hannah watched this interaction closely, only smiling wanly at my Peter-Sellers-quality antics.

When dinner was finished, Hannah said she was tired, so I offered to put her in a taxi. I'm sure somewhere in the back of my mind, I was thinking about getting Selvia alone, but -- no, wait, that was in the very front of my mind.

Hannah said she was too tired to travel home and there was too much traffic, so could she just stay in my room?

"Ok, if you really want, I'll sleep on the couch."

"It's ok," she said. "We can all sleep in the bed. It's big, right?"

"King size, baby -- and so is the bed! BOOM!"

I was a little confused whether or not Selvia was invited to this little soirée, but I decided to just go with it. My primitive brain suddenly saw an angle for some kind of sexual misconduct that I would definitely regret later, so I felt duty-bound to pursue it.

As I calculated my chances, I couldn't escape this disturbing x-ray-like visual of fucking Hannah while my dick prodded her infected diverticulum, with little bits of bacteria crawling into my dick hole -- even though it's nowhere big enough to cover half that distance.

The diverticulum that is, not my dick. My dick creates wormholes.

It occurred to me that her offer might indicate that my superhero plan had worked, and that this was Hannah's attempt to get me back. She had showed some not-so-subtle signs of jealousy when witnessing my interactions with Selvia, so maybe it was her way of reclaiming me as her friend.

"Is this a cock block?" I asked my cock.

My cock answered promptly, "hey, a girl in your bed is a girl in your bed, and two is two, don't over-analyse things, Big Head."

So I paid the bill and we all stood up. I waited for a cue from the girls on how this would all work out.

Hannah led me toward the elevator and Selvia followed. All three of us went to the room. I wasn't sure what to do, so I took my pants off and put a t-shirt on. The girls followed suit and stripped down to their panties.

We all got into bed together, with Hannah on one side, myself on the other, and Selvia in the middle. I took a moment to chuckle to myself at the absurdity of the situation, then shrugged and turned the lights out.

I wasn't really able to sleep, as my cock was kinda distracted by having two hot girls in my room. But my mind was still retracing the night’s events and analysing my interactions with Selvia. I felt like I had bonded with her over the past couple of days, and Hannah was little more than an inconvenient lump in my sheets at this point.

Of course, my dick wasn't quite so discriminating.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I sneaked a look at Selvia and she was looking right back at me with her twinkling smiling eyes.

I whispered to her, knowing full well there was no way Hannah wouldn't hear us. "Well, here we are... All three of us!"

"Yep," she said, indicating laughter with the glimmer in her eyes. "Just you and me and Hannah!"

"Shh, she'll hear you."

"Nah she's asleep now, listen."

We were both quiet a moment and I could hear Hannah was snoring.

Without thought, I reached out and touched Selvia's lovely curly black hair. She didn't stop me, so I stroked it a little and she responded with a quiet moan.

I whispered, "I really like you Selvia."

She paused for a moment, seeming to struggle. "I know, me too. I wish Hannah wasn't here."

"You want me to kill her?"

Selvia giggled. "Yes pleeeaaase!"

Next thing I knew, we were kissing and I had my hands all over her sexy slim body. I was under her clothes rubbing her back and butt under her panties.

It felt so surreal, like being in a bad Penthouse Forums letter, and a couple of times I glanced over to check that Hannah was still asleep.

She was stirring a bit, like she could sense the disturbance in the force Selvia's and my sexual chemistry was causing, but her eyes stayed closed. Perhaps she was asleep, but she also could have been awake and too afraid to open her eyes.

Maybe witnessing this became part of the stuff that happened later.

Selvia put her hand on my crotch and moaned. I realised I had a raging boner. She opened her mouth and we tangled tongues like teenagers. Fuck, was there any evidence at this point that I wasn't a teenager!? I certainly felt like one.

"What are you doing? I'm trying to sleep."

It was Hannah speaking. Selvia and I froze. "Nothing, go back to sleep, it's ok."

Hannah sighed sleepily. "Ok be quiet, I'm still sick I need to rest."

Selvia removed her hand from my cock and my cock screamed "Noooo!" like Anakin Skywalker the first time he's put in Darth Vader suit.

We were both on the verge of laughing hysterically, so she turned around to face Hannah. If we had made eye contact at that point, we would have burst out laughing for sure.

I took the opportunity to spoon her and gently rest my hands on her hips under the sheets so Hannah wouldn't see.

Eventually, we all fell asleep like that, with my hands under Selvia's clothes, my face in her lovely wavy locks, and my erection resting in Selvia’s butt, like a parked bike.

Mornings are often awkward for me - just seeing my stupid potato head in the mirror is a challenge, let alone when there is a girl in the room - and I expected this to be the most awkward morning ever.

Luckily, I woke up first and had enough time to abate my morning wood by tapping it with a cold teaspoon. I looked at myself in the mirror and fought off visions of how a more macho man would have ended the previous night by getting the two girls drunk and convincing them to kiss each other, or at least jerking off onto Selvia's back while she slept.

I had to go to work, so I had a good excuse to usher the girls out of the hotel room. I woke them up and rushed them out the door as quickly as I could. I avoided conversation and eye contact as much as possible, trusting that Selvia would understand I was only ending the current situation, and would definitely follow up on the one we had begun the previous night.

While I was at work, I daydreamed a bit and wondered what the next move was.

My dick had a suggestion. "Why don't you, you know, ask Selvia out on, like, a date? Without Hannah there? And then bend her over a billiard table?"

I looked down at the little fella and shrugged agreement. It's not like I had a better idea.

I had gotten her number at the hospital while Hannah was lying in pain infested with bacteria, so I texted just before lunchtime. She replied "what about Hannah?" and I said, "Exactly, what about Hannah?" I got a "LOL" and the date was set up for Friday evening.

I had about three weeks left on my project and it did occur to me that I was going to have to leave and really shouldn't be starting anything serious, but my dick reminded me that it had had third degree contact with a girl's anus the previous night, so technically it would be illegal to not tap that.

He said he was willing to prosecute to the full extent of brain-to-dick implied law, and I believed him.