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Originally Posted by
Sen5eS
Should take around 50 hours plus to get to lvl 50 and enter Hell Mode … provided you get some help with “gifts” and your “party” are high level characters who can kick ass …
He’ll be back
I haven’t even hit a cumulative 8 hours… And I have to work… Slowly.
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Originally Posted by
FirstTimeUser
At least there really was an update. Your reunion with Nic doesnt seem to be as explosive as you expected. Didnt know you were such an avid gamer that Diablo distracted you from Shirley, Jenny, Diane and Nicole. Continue meeting them and get more experiences to share! Cheers.
Thank goodness it wasn’t explosive. I seriously doubt I’ll be having any experiences (sexual) with them… Maybe I’ll just write about my Poly days…
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Originally Posted by
LoZH
Later they pissed off that u game whole day? Give u Bj while u playing but u nvr realise… Eyes stuck to com only
Haha. Great idea but I don’t think they can fit under the table… Besides I haven’t been playing for awhile. Stuck in camp….
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Originally Posted by
blade
bro. can go back to what u remember since no action now. When got action then come back to this =D
Sure. Will post when I have the time…
I finally made it to a Polytechnic after missing that years Joint Admissions Exercise. I was two batches late so everyone else was around two years younger than me.
Truthfully, I felt alone as I did not know if I could connect with my classmates. Anyway, I studied a business course.
Everyone always says that the prettiest girls come from the business schools of the various polytechnics. I beg to differ. Perhaps they do dress better than those from IT or engineering, and some of them are more open minded, the best girls are actually from Design, or even communications.
Initially, I regretted my decision to quit JC, and I was not used to the poly system of group projects, and independent study. I hate orientation camp, where the facilitators were either my age, or even younger, and yet I still had to listen to them and do the stupid things they made us do.
Orientation wise, nothing happened. I managed to skip all the stuff I could skip and I still survived.
My first group was normal. Two guys and two girls. I did not pay much attention to the girls as they were not really my type, mandarin-speaking Ah Lians, who wore the bare minimum and had their faces caked in make-up every day. The guy in my group was a really hardworking Malay guy. I found out later that he was actually from a really good school and was single-pointer potential before he had a nervous breakdown during his O Levels and only managed to make it to poly. I decided not to mention that I was from a JC. So basically I acted like a dumb fuck who did not know anything. Anyway, the bulk of the work was done by me and the Malay guy while the two Ah Lians breezed their way through the first semester without much effort. I wondered if they were giving favors to the Malay guy in exchange for doing their work, but in the end, it did not really matter as I managed straight ‘B’s for the first semester.
My second semester was a little more interesting though. The Malay guy was still in my group, but the two Ah Lians disappeared. This time, a Eurasian guy, and a Chinese girl joined us.
The Chinese girl a was normal, plain Jane kind of girl, with long hair tied up in a pony tail, really fair skin, as though she was a vampire, and always wore t-shirts and jeans, much unlike the rest of the girls in my course. I could tell she actually had a really good body, but either she was shy, or really innocent, and chose not to show off like the rest of them.
The Eurasian guy was the highlight of the group though. He was around 1.85m tall, broad-shouldered, lean, natural light brown eyes and even with his mop of messy hair, he still could pass off for a model. Girls often flocked to our table during group discussions trying to get to know him, but the good thing about him was that when it came to work, he really worked. Not surprisingly, my grades improved again and I was scoring almost straight As.
We maintained the same group entering into year 2 as well and this was where things got interesting. Let’s call the Eurasian guy Derek, the Chinese girl, Amanda, and the Malay guy, Hafiz.
D: Hey group. I’m celebrating my 18th birthday this week. You guys wanna come?
Me: Sure, why not? What would you like us to bring?
D: Oh, just yourselves. Hafiz, you coming? I’ll make sure the food is Halal.
H: Er. Ok. Where is it?
D: It’s at my place in East Coast. Condo. You guys can swim or use the sauna or something.
A: Who else is going?
D: I’ve only invited you guys from school. The rest will be my close friends from outside. Don’t really gel well with the rest of the course…
Me: I know that feeling.
H: Will there be alcohol?
D: Well, there is. But I’ll keep it away from you.
H: Don’t worry. I actually drink.
Me: You do?
H: Long story. Sec 4 was a really bad year…
Me: Oh.
H: And if I’m the only Muslim there, don’t bother about getting Halal food.
D: Seriously?
H: Yeah. Let’s just say I’m not a very, erm, religious person.
D: Well, it’s a BBQ. No pork anyway.
Me: So, what time do you want us to be there?
D: It’s on Friday. We end at twelve. Let’s say around seven? Unless you wanna use the pool or something…
Me: Just give us the address and we’ll be there.
D: Alright then.
Derek then left as we concluded our group discussion.
I turned to Hafiz and Amanda.
Me: Wanna get him a present? We could share.
A: Sure, why not?
H: I think he plays the drums. Wanna get him a pair of sticks?
Me: He does? I thought he’s a guitarist?
A: Oh well, maybe he’s a musician…
H: So what do we get him?
Me: How about a pair of drumsticks, a guitar strap, and some picks?
A: Sounds expensive.
Me: Not really. I know a place at Peninsular… I can go down and take a look. We’ll split the cost?
H: Sure.
Me: Amanda?
A: Alright. When are you going?
I checked my handphone. It was three.
Me: Now I suppose?
H: Oh count me out, I have to fetch my sister from school.
A: I’ll go with you. It’s near Funan right?
Me: Yeah. But it’s ok. I can go alone. Or don’t you trust my taste?
A: Nah. I’m free and bored. Might as well walk around the area.
H: No boyfriend to accompany?
A: Nope. No boyfriend.
Me: Ok. Let’s go then.
We headed to the city hall area by bus. Despite being groupmates for an entire semester, I realised that neither of us had actually talked about our private lives. Everything was mostly centered around studies, group discussion, and random hot topics at that time. Which was good actually as I was pretty sure I did not want to share the reasons of my delayed entrance to poly with anyone.
The journey on the bus was in silence. I had my mp3 player plugged in and was playing snake on my old nokia. Amanda was reading some novel. Even though we were sitting next to each other, we were practically strangers.
Suddenly, the bus swerved and braked suddenly. Amanda was flung to the side, and her boob smashed into my elbow.
Me: Sorry.
A: Not your fault.
It looked as though she was turning red.
She discreetly adjusted her bra.
As I expected, her chest was much fuller than her dressing projected.
Thankfully, no horny thoughts entered my head despite having a hot girl accidentally press her breasts against me.
We alighted and walked towards Peninsular Shopping Centre. Amanda walked slightly ahead of me.
Me: Hey. Why are you walking to fast?
A: Am I?
Me: Yeah.
A: Maybe you’re walking slowly.
Me: Right…
A: Sorry.
She slowed down and I walked beside her. She still looked a little flushed.
Me: Is something the matter?
A: No.
Me: You sure?
A: I’m a little embarrassed about just now.
Me: Just now?
A: When, er, I bumped into you.
Me: That’s no big deal. Not as though I never felt breasts before… Oops.
A: It’s still embarrassing.
Me: Actually I have a question.
A: Hmmm?
Me: I can tell you have quite a good body. Why do you choose to hide it?
A: Er. Habit I guess? I don’t like to attract attention. Especially in school.
Me: Are you really that conservative? Due to religion maybe?
A: I’m an aethist. And why are you asking all these?
Me: Curious? I realised our group never went beyond discussions about school stuff.
A: That’s because we’re in school. I don’t think we ever went out, for meals or movies right?
Me: True.
A: So if you guys actually asked me out for social activities, I might dress differently.
Me: Ahh. So why did you decide to follow me today?
A: I’m bored. And I wanna check out some camera equipment.
Me: Camera? Like DSLR?
A: Yeah.
Me: Where do you normally go?
A: There’s a Cathay Photo at Peninsular Plaza, and John 3:16 in Funan.
Me: Isn’t John 3:16 expensive?
A: You’re into photography too?
Me: Not really. But I do have a DSLR…
A: Oh? Canon or Nikon?
Me: Canon 350D.
A: Oh good. Perhaps we can share lenses… Or go for shoots together.
Me: I only have the kit lens and a 50mm prime. And I’m not very good.
A: I’m not very good either. Just a hobby.
We reached Peninsular Shopping Centre and headed to the basement where Davis Guitar was. After getting Derek’s present, I messaged Hafiz.
Me: Yo. $15 each. U cool?
He did not reply so Amanda and I headed across the road to Cathay Photo.
After browsing through their stuff, we headed over to Funan to see whether John 3:16 had a better deal. Unfortunately it was closed.
Me: Hey. You wanna grab a coffee or something?
A: Are you asking me out?
Me: Haha. Not really. But you’re bored and I’m bored.
A: Where do you wanna drink coffee at?
Me: Hmm. Where do you stay?
A: Wow. That’s fast.
Me: Ok. Maybe it came out wrong. I’m asking where you stay so it’s easier for you to go home after the coffee. If we have coffee.
A: Right. Are you interested in me?
What a question. I wondered how I should reply.
Me: Not interested in the wrong way.
A: What’s the right way then? Most guys only want girlfriends for the novelty, then later on for the sex. Then they dump them.
Me: I’m not such a guy and I’m not interested in you that way…
A: So which way is it?
Me: As a friend I guess?
A: Aren’t we friends already?
Me: Actually I have a few categories of friends. Like acquaintances, school mates, normal friends.
A: Haha. That’s interesting. I stay in Joo Chiat.
Me: Sorry?
A: Joo Chiat. We can have coffee at Parkway Parade or something. Where do you stay?
Me: Oh. Bedok.
A: That’s pretty near.
Me: So it means you accept my invitation?
A: Well, I think you’d be an interesting conversationalist.
Me: Alright. Let’s go then.
And so we headed to the bus stop to take a bus to Parkway Parade, probably to the Starbucks where I had bad memories of.
Eventually, we did go to Starbucks, and whether by pure chance or coincidence, we sat at the same table where Nicole and I sat at when Charmaine decided to be the crazy coffee throwing girlfriend. Amanda noticed that I was rather pensive of the surroundings.
A: You seem, strange…
I wondered if I should tell her what happened.
Me: Something happened to me here some time ago.
A: What?
And so I told her. She ended up almost falling off her chair in laughter.
A: That’s hilarious. Where did you even find such a girl?
Me: JC.
A: Oh you’re from JC too?
Me: You’re from JC?
A: Yeah. Long story. Didn’t do too well for my A’s. Couldn’t make it to a local uni. And couldn’t afford to go overseas. You?
Me: Well, after that incident, other things happened, and I left without even attempting As. Wait, then we should be around the same age?
A: How old are you?
Me: 19 going on 20.
A: Haha. Young boy.
Me: You’re older?
A: I’m 23. Worked for a few years before deciding to get a Diploma.
Me: Oh.
A: And wow. Not even an adult yet and you’ve touched breasts? Naughty…
Me: How did you-
Then I remembered the remark I made previously.
Me: Didn’t know you were so much older.
A: Trying to change the topic? I’m not much older.
Me: And yet you were embarrassed when I elbowed your boobs?
A: It’s embarrassing la. Won’t be so embarrassing if you were a total stranger.
Me: So what’s your story?
A: Story? What story?
Me: You said guys only want girls for the sex, then dump them?
A: That’s something I would rather not share…
Me: Sorry.
A: But you don’t think it’s true?
Me: Not really.
A: You broke up with your girlfriend after that right? You were sleeping with her before that right? Same thing.
Me: Not really. She was a little too demanding.
A: Demanding?
Me: Kept wanting things I couldn’t provide.
A: Like?
Me: Er. Sex?
A: You can’t have sex? Erectile dysfunction at such a young age?
I took out my cigarettes.
Me: Long story. Do you mind if I smoke?
A: Don’t tempt me to start smoking again.
Me: You smoke too?
A: Now and then. But it’s not good as I’m expressing.
Me: Expressing?
A: Er. Producing breast milk.
Me: Huh?
A: I have an infant son.
Me: Oh.
I put away my cigarettes. That would explain her large breasts.
Me: So when you said no boyfriend, you actually meant you had a husband?
A: Nope. No husband either.
Me: Sorry.
A: Pass me a cigarette please.
Me: What?
A: I need one now.
Me: I thought you said it’s not good…
A: Fuck it. I’m not in a very good mood now.
I passed her a stick and lit one myself.
Me: Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring back bad memories.
A: It’s ok. It just reminds me how stupid I was. But at least I have a beautiful baby boy…
Me: So what happened?
A: He was my JC classmate. We were together since year one. After army he went to Uni. We were planning to get married. Or rather I was. Then I got pregnant by accident, and he was sleeping with one of his uni friends. Needless to say when I found out I ended the relationship. By then it was too late to abort.
Me: What a bastard.
A: Yeah. That’s why I’m a little wary of guys nowadays.
Me: So your parents take care of the kid?
A: Yep. My mom’s quite happy actually. Grandmother before 45. Haha.
Me: Do you hate him?
A: No. I’ve learnt to forgive and forget.
She took out her wallet and showed me a picture of her and her son.
Me: He’s cute.
But in actual fact, I was more taken in by how she looked. In the photo, she was squatting down while supporting her son who was trying to stand up. She was wearing a low-cut spaghetti top which showed off her generous cleavage, and hot pants showing off her well-toned legs. She really lost whatever pregnancy weight she had gained pretty fast.
Me: How come you don’t dress like this in school? You’re really hot.
A: Like I said. I don’t want unnecessary attention from guys. And what would they think of me when they find out I have a kid? They’ll just pass snide remarks and call me a slut behind my back.
Me: I’m sure we’re more mature than that.
A: You’ll be surprised. I got that treatment at my workplace.
Me: Seriously?
A: Yeah. That’s why I decided to go back to school. Well, knowing all this, what do you think of me now?
Me: Well. I think you’re hot.
A: Haha. Besides that. Do you think I’m stupid?
Me: Well, we all make mistakes every now and then. It’s how we learn from them.
A: You’re pretty mature for your age. So what mistakes have you made?
I took in another drag from my cigarette and contemplated telling her about the things I did with Tanya, Charmaine, Nicole and Natalie, and Maryanne.
I guess the coffee session was going to last a bit longer than expected.
Amanda listened intently as I related the events from Tanya onwards to her.
Slowly but surely, our coffee disappeared and so did my cigarettes. I excused myself to get more cigarettes from the convenience store, expecting Amanda to disappear when I got back, thinking how big a pervert I was.
Instead, she ordered more coffee.
Me: You’re still around?
A: Where can I go?
Me: Off? My story may have shocked you.
A: Shocked? A little. Especially the threesome with twins. But it’s interesting. Now I know why you hardly even talk to any of the girls in the course. You’re afraid that you might do the same thing?
Me: Not really. I don’t know. But guys are always horny right? I guess I’d rather not put myself in such situations again. And I lost a friend from that incident.
A: Good friend?
Me: Not exactly, but we clicked well. Might even have been a couple.
A: She turned straight for you?
Me: I don’t know. I left remember?
A: Oh yeah.
Me: It’s quite sad. And then the issue with my ex-boss. I really don’t know why I did it.
A: I take it you aren’t working there anymore?
Me: Haven’t worked there since entering Poly. It was quite hard working with her again you know. The tension.
A: I understand.
Me: But she still calls me sometimes.
A: For sex?
Me: Yeah. But I turn her down.
A: Why? You aren’t working there anymore.
Me: It’s not right. I should be going after girls my age or younger.
A: Haha. So that rules me out then?
Me: I guess so. You’re interested?
A: No. Just teasing you. But I feel some funny connection. Most of the guys I went out with were never this honest. Or explicit.
Me: Sorry. Didn’t mean it.
A: No. I really like the honesty. If my ex had been open about sleeping around when I was pregnant, I might have forgiven him. Unfortunately I had to find out for myself.
Me: Do you think I should contact that girl?
A: Well, it’s really up to you. She may have moved on, and maybe you should too?
Me: I don’t know. The regret is really weighing on my mind.
A: What’s life without regrets? Like you said, it’s how you learn from it. I’m curious though.
Me: About?
A: You said guys are always horny, and yet your turned down your ex-boss. How do you release your sexual frustrations? You must masturbate daily.
Me: Not really. I go to the gym mostly. Maybe let one out every now and then?
A: You have a strong mind then. After my baby was born I was constanly horny, even breast feeding him made me horny. I actually wanted to go to the sex shop at Peninsular just now but you were around.
Me: I don’t judge.
A: I didn’t know that. You know how I feel about being teased by immature kids.
Me: Well, you won’t get that from me.
A: One more thing.
Me: Yeah?
A: I don’t mean to imply that you’re lying, but can you really ejaculate more than once per session?
Now it was my time to feel embarrassed.
Me: Yeah. I can. Why not? Just rest for awhile and carry on.
A: Really? The guys I’ve been with are snoring after they cum.
Me: You must be really unsatisfied then.
A: Sometimes. I usually finish by myself. And is your cock really that big?
Me: Big?
A: 6.5 inches as you mentioned?
Me: That’s not big at all.
A: It’s big for a Chinese guy. Really. I’ve seen more cocks than you have.
Me: What’s the biggest you’ve had?
A: Around 5 inches. But it was good. He could stimulate my g-spot really well. Too bad he came before I could…
Me: Well, 1.5 inches more than that is not much. Really. And I believe it’s the skill, and foreplay.
A: Haha! I see your JC friend really taught you well…
Me: Yeah. She did.
A: Well, I hope one day you’ll find a nice girl whom you’ll cherish.
Me: I hope you’ll find a nice guy.
A: I don’t need guys. Not yet anyway. My toys are sufficient.
Me: You don’t miss the intimacy? The feeling of skin-on-skin? Rolling around in bed with wild abandon?
A: You should be an erotica writer. And are you trying to turn me on?
Me: Are you getting turned on?
A: A little.
Me: Then I better stop.
A: Why?
Me: Not very nice. We’re groupmates after all. If we start something and it ends wrongly, school work may be affected.
A: I’m not that kind of person. Do you miss all those things you talked about?
Me: Well it certainly beats using my hand all the time…
A: You do know there are male sex toys right?
Me: There are?
A: Yeah. They’re shaped like vaginas, or assholes, depending on your preference.
Me: Really?
A: Yeah. I tried one before. Feels damn real.
Me: You tried one? You have a cock?
A: I fingered it silly!
Me: Oh.
A: And it feels damn real. And apparently if you put lube in it, you can’t tell the difference.
Me: A pussy is warm.
A: Use warm lube then. You know what that is?
Me: Nope.
A: Oh wow. You may be a sex god from what you described, but when it comes to total sex knowledge, you’re actually quite green.
Me: Yeah. I know.
A: There’s warm lube and cool lube. Quite fun actually.
Me: I see.
A: Haha. You’ve got alot to learn young boy.
Me: And you’re gonna teach me?
A: Haha! I don’t need to teach you about sex, and you can learn about sex toys yourself. Just walk into any sex shop.
Me: I did. Remember the presents for the twins? But I didn’t look at other stuff though.
A: Go explore then.
Me: Nah. I’d rather find a nice warm living pussy. Until then, I’ll just use my hand.
A: Use both hands then.
Me: Why?
A: Well, you know what they say about guys with one huge arm while the others small right?
Me: What?
A: Never mind. Carry on wanking. One day you’ll know. Haha.
And we continued chatting until the sun decided to set.
I offered to send Amanda back but she decline so I took a bus back home.
I wondered how this would change the group dynamics, since in a way we had somehow became closer. I had my doubts that anything sexual would develop, but I had to check out the male sex toys she was describing.
After school that Friday, Amanda and I headed to Derek’s condominium earlier to help him prepare for the BBQ later in the night. I brought along my gym gear and even swimming trunks in case there was time in between.
Derek got his elder brother to drive us in their family car to some BBQ place in Siglap to collect the food items. After loading the stuff into the boot, we headed back to his place.
Me: How many people are coming man? There’s enough food here to feed an army.
D: Well, including us and Hafiz, and my other friends, probably around 20?
Me: There’s really a lot of food here.
D: Well, Mr. Gym Freak, I’m sure you can work up an appetite.
Me: Probably. Is your gym well equipped?
D: It’s a standard condo gym. I usually swim and then relax in the sauna.
Me: Right. So there’s time for me to work out?
D: Sure, why not? The BBQ won’t start till later. I’ll be heading out for high tea with my parents and family before they fly off anyway.
Me: They’re going for a holiday and you’re not going?
D: Yeah. When they’re gone, that’s when the party starts dude!
D’s brother: Ahem! No illegal stuff.
D: Don’t worry. Good clean fun.
Me: Right. Ok. So where are we supposed to be when you’re gone?
D: Chill out in my room? I’ve got a PS2…
Me: Right.
D: Only my maid will be home. Or go for a swim or something. You and Amanda alone in my room…
He glanced over.
Amanda pretended that she was not paying attention to the conversation.
A: Huh?
D: Nothing, nothing.
He smirked at me.
A: I guess I’ll go for a swim then.
Me: Oh ok. I’ll probably head to the gym. Or something.
D: Well, I’ve got guitars and a drumset. You play?
Me: A little. Guitar only.
D: Well, my room’s soundproof, but try not to use the Fender, it’s quite pricey.
Me: Stratocaster?
D: Tele. Belonged to my grandfather. So it’s probably worth quite a bit.
Me: Ok. Wouldn’t dare to anyway. The neighbors might call the sound police to arrest me for destroying their ears.
D: Haha. You can’t be that bad. Anyway my room IS soundproof, I do some recording there sometimes.
Me: Ok.
I looked at Amanda and she gave me a sly wink. I wondered what was on her mind.
We reached Derek’s house and adjourned to his room while he took a shower. I turned on his PS2 and loaded Dynasty Warriors. Amanda sat on his bed.
A: Wow. A water bed. Come and sit next to me?
Me: Huh? Whatever for? I’m playing a game.
A: Ok.
She flopped down onto the bed.
A: It’s so comfortable!
I turned to look at her.
She was dressed a little more casually today, instead of her usual jeans and t-shirt. She was wearing three-quarter pants and a t-shirt, still large enough to conceal her chest.
She sat up.
A: Were you checking me out?
Me: Nope.
I turned back to the 40" television and resumed killing the Yellow Turbans with Zhou Yu.
A: Alright then. I shall go for a swim. Think I need a tan.
Me: Yep. You do alright.
A: What? I’m too pale for you?
I heard her getting off the water bed.
A: Oi. Really too pale ah?
Me: Fair-skinned maybe. Pale just sounds like your sickly.
A: Look at me when you’re talking to me. Don’t be rude.
Me: I’m not your-
I turned around and my jaw dropped.
Amanda had stripped off her clothes and was wearing a striped bikini that barely covered her milk-filled tits. She twirled around and I caught sight of her perky ass. Her long slender legs were extremely toned. I immediately felt a stirring down below.
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Originally Posted by
tokkok
am i playing spoiler if i guess wat u were served. some ppl say acquired taste but it can be addictive.
Read on bro. Just read on… No spoilers…