Chapter 6 - Catherine
This is another Beijing story which features somebody I worked with for a year, then knew through a pub quiz team. Apologies for the delay in the next chapter, but I was busy over the holidays and needed a reboot after getting COVID. I have spent this time reading other stories in various genres, looking for some tips, and have decided to add more dialogue here. It is not something I usually enjoy reading, as it personally takes me out of the story a little. My previous chapters haven't featured it much at all - I much prefer the memoir/inner monologue style - but I am all for trying something new and different. This story is pretty reliant on dialogue, so it makes sense to start here.
As previously mentioned, this will be a story where I cheat on my wife. If you don't like that kind of thing, then please heed this warning and don't read. While I do generally like to take the initiative sexually and do occasionally play a more dominant role in bed, I am not as dominant or aggressive as this story will go. Again, if that isn't your kind of thing, you have been warned.
Catherine is a white South African girl I worked with in my first job. We remained quiz team members and friends for a while after we both moved on, before she eventually left China. There was a time in my relationship with Huiyan, where Catherine and I flirted constantly at quiz nights, and I got the very clear impression that she was open to sleeping with me regardless of my relationship status. She did have a boyfriend who cheated on her and wasn't shy about getting about after she left him. There was a mutual attraction between us, but it never led to anything - I was very much in love and didn't want to do anything to jeopardise my eventual marriage.
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I had been in Beijing for a couple of years, and I finally had an opportunity to do what I had enjoyed since my Uni days - pub quizzes. I had been part of a team at Uni. We did a couple of quizzes around town on different days and developed a reputation as one of the decent teams. We won every now and then, and I developed a love for the past time.
When I graduated, I went a couple of years without doing them. There simply aren't that many opportunities in back-water towns in south China to quiz, or do anything, really.
I then moved to Hong Kong and joined a team through an app that met 2 nights a week for different quizzes. At the start I needed time to get used to it again and build my general knowledge up a little, but soon I was an integral part of the team, as the youngest member of the team, and only one to have any real knowledge of sports and rock music - quiz staples. We soon started to dominate, and I got that victorious feeling back on a regular basis. For those who have not done it, you feel like you are on top of the world when you win.
Moving to Beijing and leaving my teammates behind was difficult, but after my first job ended in disaster and I walked out on the school. I was contacted by a fellow deserter who had moved to an international school who wanted to meet. We had been working together for a year, and, though we taught different subjects and came from different backgrounds, we really got along. We would eat lunch together and talk about all kinds of things, including sex and relationships. Flirting was a part of our relationship, but because we were both taken, it was clearly just for fun and never went beyond that.
Catherine was a good-looking brunette, on the larger side of curvy, but not fat - a white South-African girl about the same age as me. We were both now in new jobs and hadn't spoken in a while, so I looked forward to catching up with her. I was at this point engaged, very much in love, and not interested in anything more than friendship. That said, I was still quite attracted to her.
She asked to meet me at a small Irish bar not far from her place. I arrived early, as is my habit, but she didn't show up. I waited a while, before ordering some food. By the time it arrived, I had received a message from her.
'Really sorry... something urgent came up. No time to explain. Talk later. Don't wait up.'
I was disappointed but let her know it was fine. I ate and enjoyed the atmosphere of the little Irish dive bar and went home wondering what could have happened to her. Later that evening, I received another message
'Hey, again, really sorry for earlier. It's been a horrible day... later this week I have a quiz thing with some colleagues. Want to join us? We can talk then.'
I agreed and let her know I was there if she needed anything. She thanked me and I didn't hear from her until the day of the quiz, where she gave me more information about the time and when she would be there.
I arrived at the same bar, and she showed up a few minutes later in a sexy summer dress that showed off her big arse and tits. The rest of her team hadn't arrived yet, so she told me what had happened to her.
"So, yeah, I went home from work to get dressed and come and meet you, you know. But my boyfriend, that dick, was fucking some whore in our bed... We had a huge argument, and I kicked him out. Sorry for standing you up. I hope you get why now."
I told her that I understood and brought us a double vodka each, which we downed in one. She was newly single, which explained the dress she was wearing - she had always been a modest dresser before. We talked about her plans for the near future.
"I just want to enjoy my life and move on now. Work is great. Friends are helping me through it. Feels good to be single again."
"Wearing that dress, you are going to be having a lot of fun," I replied, cheekily.
she laughed at the comment, making her tits jiggle and bounce.
"Have you been checking my tits out? You dirty perv!" She chided, with a wide grin on her beautiful face. "I guess they do attract attention though..."
After a short silence between us, she asked,
"How about you? You still with your girlfriend? Or are you... umm... available?"
"Worse... engaged! I popped the question a couple weeks ago now. She means the world to me, you know. I need her in my life for good."
"Oh my god!!! Congratulations! Why didn't you tell me? Here I am telling you about my misery and you just want to be at home boning your fiancée. How did you do it? Give me all the details!"
I spat my drink out at the boning comment and rolled my eyes at her, before telling her how I had proposed, and how happy we had been since. She seemed a little sad afterwards, so I told her not to worry about her situation, and that the best thing to do was to forget about that arsehole and move on.
We got a couple more drinks and the rest of her team started showing up. Most of them were in their 20s too, pretty good looking, and coupled up with someone else at the table. I was nervous at first at meeting so many new people all at once, but we soon settled into the rhythm and did pretty well in the quiz. It didn't take long for my quiz experience to show, and I was soon entrusted with the pen because I was so often providing the answers.
Towards the end of the night, Catherine went up to the bar to order another drink. She was soon chatting up an older guy in his 40's. He was checking her out and she didn't seem to be objecting to his attention. They both forgot all about the quiz had a couple of drinks together. His hand was soon on her thigh, and she was holding his other hand. In due course, she was grabbing her coat, telling us all in no uncertain terms that she had to leave early for a revenge fuck, and getting in a taxi with him.
I stayed and chatted with her friends a little, but I was clearly the spare wheel on the table and left as soon as the quiz was over. I was quite drunk, and part of me wished I had been getting in the taxi with Catherine, that I would be peeling her bra off and sucking on those amazing tits. I spent the journey home hard as a rock, picturing myself sucking on her tits and enjoying her riding me.
When I got into my apartment, I had a quick shower and entered the bedroom naked. Huiyan, my sexy Chinese fiancée, was asleep in bed. I moved the cover to spoon her, noticing that she wore only a vest and panties. My large, 8-inch cock pressed against her arse as I started playing with her perky tits. It didn't take long for her to wake up and notice my hard-on.
