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Originally Posted by
evilair
Bro EnigmaofSorrow, your story is solid. Always heartwarming and sexually super charged when opportunity arises. I still dun quite believe the part that you quit JC for poly as your Ang Mo seems to have an American slang to me. You sound more like the oversea SAF scholar instead. Nevertheless, my opinion on your education is irrelevant. Pls continue with your story.
- Your faith reader
Bro, SAF Overseas scholars probably wont be in this forum. And probably wont have the time to write all this. I was educated in a predominantly English-speaking sec sch, so my eng is better than my mandarin. I did quit JC, but maybe if I didn’t, I might be a SAF Scholar now. Haha…
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Originally Posted by
f0otprint
enigma, have you ever thought of moving into your own place? after shirley gets well of course.
My bunk in camp is my second home. I don’t really want to move back in with my parents. Shirley’s place is “rent-free”, I just pay utilities and Internet bills etc. And anyway our relationship is getting much better now, so staying with her is not as awkward as it was after she lost the baby…
I could rent my own place, but if I did so, I’d rather just stay in camp, free food, free lodging, no need to pay utilities, got my men to talk cock with, play PS3 etc.
National Day came and went, Shirley and I managed to catch some fireworks from her window.
I returned to work on Friday to see Alex stoning at his desk.
A: Bro, I don’t feel like working.
Me: You’re already here.
A: Fuck la, everyone took off or leave or MC, the whole company only you and me and CSM.
Speak of the devil.
Our CSM entered the store.
CSM: Good good. Very neat. LAB coming right?
A: Yes Encik.
CSM: Eh Enigma, your PES status how? Can upgrade or not? Or you really want to be storeman?
Me: Still on follow-up. Next review in October.
CSM: You diao how long liao?
Me: 2 years.
CSM: Fuck la. Go change vocation. You want to end up like me issit?
Me: Huh?
Apparently my CSM was downgraded for almost 3 years previously, and he got stuck. According to him, he probably would not make RSM before retirement.
CSM: We all need a plan la. You got study or not?
Me: Stop halfway.
CSM: Chee bye. You stupid or what. Can study just study. Don’t be like me, now doing O level, don’t know if can do diploma.
Me: Encik, a lot of things happened.
CSM: Now settle liao right? Continue studying la. Get a degree, leave the force. It’s very hard for downgrade to progress.
A: Or, become a supply supervisor.
Me: I’ll think about it. I still want to go SOF.
CSM: It’s good to dream. But be realistic. If I keep dreaming, I’m the Chief of Army liao.
We all laughed.
CSM: Anyway, if today got nothing, go home. I give you two off.
A: Thanks Encik!
He left.
A: How? Wanna go or not?
Me: Go where?
A: Home la. Or where you want to go?
Me: I don’t know.
A: Eh you like spa or not?
Me: Not really.
A: Got this spa in Punggol, Keng recommend one. He say quite cheap.
Me: Don’t want la.
A: Clean one la.
Me: I don’t like massages.
A: Orh. Ok lor. Then you wanna do what?
Me: Go home play Diablo?
A: Bo liao. Or you want dirty massage? I recommend you.
Me: KNN. Don’t want.
A: Oh ya. I forgot you got so many girls to fuck.
Me: CCB.
A: Eh drop me outside camp leh.
Me: Ok.
When we left it was barely eleven. I dropped Alex at the bus stop and drove around aimlessly for awhile, before heading home.
Shirley was surprised that I was back so early. She had just taken a shower and was watching television in the living room clad in only a towel.
S: Why didn’t you tell me you’d be back?
Me: I didn’t know I’d be back.
S: I see.
She adjusted the towel.
Me: Could you get dressed?
S: You’re uncomfortable?
Me: A little.
S: That’s weird.
Me: It’s really different between us now…
S: Fine.
She stood up and dropped the towel.
Me: Damn…
She sauntered to her room in the buff, towel in hand. My cock was definitely stirring.
Her figure had gone back to the pre-pregnancy days, nicely toned with a little fat in the right places. One thing that did not disappear were her breasts. They were almost the same size as when she was pregnant, at least a full cup size larger than when she was not.
Sometimes I really hated my life, but loved it at the same time.
I quickly retreated to my room, shut the door and turned on my computer, loaded Diablo and slapped on my headphones. Soon, I was running around Caldeaum on Inferno difficulty.
I did not realise that Shirley had entered my room and was standing behind me. Just as I had slaughtered the witch Maghda, Shirley hugged me from behind. I felt her huge boobs pressing against the back of my head.
Me: What are you doing?
S: You look like you needed a hug.
Me: Erm.
She pulled the chair I was on. Luckily for her it was wheeled, otherwise, it probably would not have moved.
She climbed onto my lap. She was only wearing a t-shirt, which hiked up. I regretted being dressed in only my boxers and a singlet. She hugged me and lay her head on my shoulder. My cock popped out of the slit in the front of my boxers.
I tried to wheel myself back to the computer but she would not let me.
Me: Are you horny or something?
S: A little.
Me: I’m not really willing right now.
She tried to kiss me but I turned my face away.
Me: Shirley. Stop it.
S: Kor, I still like you alot.
Me: I’m not good for you.
S: Your body still responds to me.
Me: It’s a natural reaction.
She grabbed my hard cock and rubbed it on her clit.
Me: Shirley!
I tried to stand up but she held on to me like a leech.
She started kissing my neck.
I got up from the chair and walked towards the bed. She bit my shoulder.
Me: Fuck. Stop it please.
I contemplated body slamming her onto the bed, but quickly banished the thought from my mind as I did not want to hurt her.
S: Kor, remember when you moved back in? You said if anything happens then it happens?
Me: Did I say that?
S: You slept with Diane.
Me: She raped me.
S: Then I’ll rape you too.
Me: That’s not funny.
S: Please? I miss being intimate with you.
Me: That’s a very bad excuse.
S: You’re hard anyway.
I knelt at the side of the bed and stayed there until she let me go.
Me: You sure you want to do this?
S: Yes.
Me: I don’t have that kind of feelings for you anymore.
S: Doesn’t matter.
Me: It’s not fair to you.
S: How is it you can sleep with that girl even though she doesn’t like you anymore and yet here I am, still having feelings for you, and all I’m asking is to be intimate again, I’m not asking for your heart and soul, but you don’t even want to touch me?
Me: I can’t answer that.
S: So what if I was carrying someone elses baby? Is it such a big deal? I made a mistake. Now I want to move on with my life. You can help me move on, and you aren’t willing to.
Me: How does fucking you help you move on?
For a minute, she was silent, probably realising that I was right. Then she spoke.
S: I don’t care if it’s right or wrong. I like you, and I want you. And you’d be stupid not to take this chance.
Me: Then I’m stupid.
She started crying.
Me: Look. I don’t want to sleep around when I don’t have feelings for the person.
She grabbed my hand.
S: Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t have feelings for me anymore.
Me: My feelings for you are different. You’re more like a sister to me.
S: A sister whose virginity you happily took while continuing to sleep around with other girls.
Me: That’s not fair.
S: A sister who gave you a house to stay in, offers herself to you, still likes you even though you treat her like shit.
I remained silent.
S: I don’t care about how you treated me before. I just want to be together with you.
She somehow mustered the strength to pull me onto the bed, get on top of me and started kissing me again.
Maybe I felt as though I owed her a debt, but this time, I kissed her back, and soon enough, my hands started automatically caressing her body.
I really did not know what I was doing.
It was like history decided to repeat itself and I was back to the way I was before. Fucking without feelings. Cold and emotionless and only wanting a place to park my dick and deposit my sperm.
Shirley and I kissed, tongues engaged in a furious battle, I really began to appreciate her new chest size. They reminded me of Amanda’s. More than a handful, large sensitive nipples, soft yet firm, and probably large enough for a tit-fuck.
The way she touched me also signalled her desperation. She grabbed at my cock as though she had been terribly deprived of one for ages. It kind of hurt a little, as lubrication was absent, yet she insisted on wanking me forcefully, using the foreskin as much as possible, while grabbing my balls a little too hard for my liking. Thankfully, whatever pre-cum that oozed out was spread around by her fingers, rendering me temporary relief.
Slowly but surely, Shirley began her cat bath, licking me from behind my ears, down my neck, chest, ribcage, thighs and finally to the holy grail.
I turned her around and went to work on her bald pussy, tasting the juices from her soaked pussy. She was really horny. As I teased and licked her clit and labia, she skillfully tortured my cock with her mouth, tongue and teeth, going for the occasional deepthroat, gagging in the process. She had gotten a lot better at blowjobs. I wondered if the fucker who dumped her had anything to do with it.
I think I made her cum with my tongue as I felt her shudder, and moan softly while my cock was in her mouth.
Truth be told, for a very short while, I had forgotten the feelings I had while I was having sex with Nicole. Shirley was really making me want her sexually. Perhaps the feelings would come later. Now it was just lust, pure and simple.
I fought back a couple of urges to cum from her blowjob, or maybe something got stuck somewhere. After the longest time, she released my cock from its oral prison. She looked at me seductively, or perhaps, sluttily would have been a more accurate description.
S: I’m gonna ride you till you cum.
Me: Wait, what?
She did not wait, and mounted me in reverse cowgirl. I felt my dickhead hit her cervix straight on, and she moaned in a way I have never heard her moan before. I tried to stop her.
Me: What if you get pregnant?
S: I’m not ovulating.
Me: How can you be sure?
S: Do you use condoms with your fuck buddy?
Me: Er…. Nope…
S: Did you cum inside her?
Me: Yeah.
S: Then shut up.
Me: She’s on the pill.
S: I don’t care what you do with her.
Me: But…
She suddenly spun around to face me, my cock still inside her. I had only seen in it porn before, and never thought it was actually possible. She grinded hard, our pubic bones clashing.
S: I’m a girl, I love sex. Just let me be me ok?
Me: Ok.
I decided it would probably be best to just let her do what she wanted, lest she decide to something else that I would regret.
She came again, but continued, cumming once more before flopping onto the bed next to me, spreading her legs wide.
S: Kor, fuck me.
Me: I thought I told you to stop calling me Kor when we’re having sex? It’s weird.
S: Kor, I want you so bad…
She was definitely doing it on purpose.
I positioned for entry and slid in, pumping at a comfortable pace. She started moaning again. I rubbed her clit with my thumb and teased her nipples with my other hand. Each thrust made her moans louder.
Maybe I was really horny and deprived or what not, as I quickly felt the urge to cum.
Me: Mei, I’m gonna cum!
I did not know why I said that, but it came out anyway.
S: Cum in me if you dare.
I decided not to take the risk, and pulled out just as I released an entire weeks worth of thick cum onto her body. It was so sticky that it stuck to her body like glue. She rubbed it around like a porn star. I wondered what had gotten into her.
Somehow, despite the release, my dick refused to deflate and stood at full attention.
Then I heard a familiar voice from the door way.
D: Looks like you could go again.
I turned around and saw Diane standing there. I did not know that she was in the house, or perhaps she had entered while we were both preoccupied. She stood there in a tight tank top and hot pants with her arms folded.
The situation was not looking good.
Me: What the fuck are you doing here?
D: Came over for a visit. Maybe a late lunch. Didn’t expect you to be home. But wow, I think I saw too much.
Me: Fuck off bitch.
S: Hey. Be nice.
Me: Get out.
D: Out? You sure you don’t want a piece of me too?
Me: I haven’t forgot what you did to me.
D: Oh? That’s good. Do you remember how good it felt?
Me: Fuck you.
D: Sure. Shirley, you don’t mind right?
S: Erm. I thought you were kidding when you asked if we could share…
Me: What the fuck do you two think I am?
D: Well, your behavior and history makes you a man whore.
Me: What??!
S: I didn’t really think she was serious.
D: What. You never slept with two girls at the same time?
S: Actually he did. He told me.
D: Ahh… So he’s open to the idea.
Me: Damn. No.
D: Since everyone is naked…
Diane stripped, and walked towards the bed. I looked at Shirley. She did not seem unhappy or unwilling.
Part of me still wanted revenge for what Diane did to me. But I could not bring myself to participate in what seemed to be another threesome. Not with Shirley in it anyway. I decided that I cared too much for her to subject her to this.
Me: Put your clothes back on bitch. I’m not gonna do this.
D: Oh really? Look at yourself. Still hard.
Shirley stroked my cock.
S: Yeah. Why are you still so hard? You must still be aroused.
I looked at her. Her face seemed expressionless, but something in her eyes told me that she did not want to take part in whatever was in the twisted mind of Diane. I removed her hand.
Me: I’m not playing whatever game you’re playing.
I grabbed my towel and headed to the bathroom. Shirley hurried after me and entered as well. I did not bother to see if Diane got dressed or not.
S: Kor, why don’t you want to fuck her?
Me: Don’t be ridiculous.
S: I’m glad you didn’t.
Me: What?
S: She suggested we do this to get you interested in me again. Since you love sex so much. But I wasn’t really comfortable with it.
Me: How did she get in? Or was she here all along?
S: She has a set of keys. She comes over now and then. We were supposed to have lunch together but I didn’t think she’d be so early.
Me: You’re both mad.
Shirley hugged me.
S: Please say you’ll accept me again.
Me: What?
S: Please. I really like you.
Me: I don’t know what to say.
S: Don’t say anything. Just hold me. Please.
I shrugged and hugged her back. I wondered what was going on. She had a plan and somehow I did not think that I would be very happy with it. Especially since Diane was pretty much still a large part of her life. True, they are best friends, and she was my ex, but after that night all I feel everytime I see her is displeasure. Not the immense hatred I thought I would feel, but definitely a general feeling of unhappiness. However, I rationalized that since I was staying with Shirley, and there really were not many drawbacks to this arrangement, I ought to play by her rules.
Maybe one day we would get back together. Besides, it seemed that all she wanted now was sex, which was not unlike what Nicole wanted anyway.
In any case, I have not heard from Nicole since I walked out on her for the second time in her life.
Part of me really wanted to stop doing all this shit that I was doing. While I was not sleeping around with random girls that were picked up from clubs or wherever, I was doing so with girls I knew, some for a very long time. Maybe they enjoyed it, but maybe they secretly hated me. How long could I go on doing so?
As we washed ourselves, I reminisced about the happier times with Shirley, and wondered if I could bring myself to be with her again, and not hurt her anymore.
The remainder of the National Day weekend passed rather uneventfully. Diane was hanging out with Shirley over the weekend so I mostly avoided them, spending my time playing Diablo 3 instead.
As expected, Nicole did not contact me. I guess I must have really hurt her badly again.
Natalie, on the other hand, did contact me to ask what happened, but I revealed little, so she ended up telling me how good my brother was in bed instead. At least there was one happy couple.
Was I jealous? If it was ten years ago, I probably would have wanted in on the action as well. But things were different. I hoped Andrew would not be going down the same path I did. Or maybe he was already deeper in than I ever was.
For now, I was content with hanging out with Shirley, without Diane of course, and slowly rebuilding the relationship we used to have.
Work resumed as normal with the exception of the upcoming long weekend thanks to Hari Raya Puasa. Most of the storemen had taken the chance to clear their leave, leaving me, Alex, the non-Muslim storemen and a select few Muslim ones who preferred to save their leave.
Alex, as usual, was complaining.
A: Fuck la. Audit come still take leave.
Me: Let them enjoy their holidays. I remember you disappearing during Chinese New Year as well.
A: Fuck. You always have to counter whatever I say.
Me: You know it’s true.
A: Ya la. And seriously, you can’t stay in my store forever. There’s no such thing as a CQMS 2IC.
Me: I refuse to change vocation.
A: You don’t have a lot of options.
Me: Why don’t you believe I’ll be fit again?
A: Bro, you injured the same leg while it was still recovering. I injured mine once, and I never recovered fully. What do you think?
Me: I can still run. Take IPPT. All that.
A: So? Think of your health in the long term.
Me: I’m getting fitter.
A: Maybe. But maybe you’ll be a cripple when you’re 40.
Me: Thanks for cursing me.
A: I’m serious. How are you even going to compete with the younger combatants. Especially during ranking. They’re at least 2 to 3 years younger. Plus you still haven’t cleared PS tour. You want to be a 30 year old PS?
Me: Does it matter? As long as I enjoy what I’m doing.
A: Do you? Right now?
Me: Right now I’m helping a friend out in his store because audit is coming.
A: And? After that?
Me: I’ll see what the doctor says.
A: Give up la. Really. You think you can be Chief Warrant Officer?
Me: Probably not. But maybe at least Master Warrant.
A: Crazy.
Me: Yeah.
A: Anyway, I’m damn bored.
Me: And?
A: We go drink tonight? Or you want to try this new massage I discovered?
Me: I don’t like massages.
A: You’ll surely like this one. Nuru massage.
Me: Never heard of it.
A: The girl use her neh neh to massage you.
Me: Sounds illegal.
A: Well… It comes with 2 shots also.
Me: Definitely illegal.
A: I don’t think so.
Me: Not interested.
A: Go la. 90 minutes $160.
Me: Why the sudden interest?
A: I tried on Saturday. Fucking shiok. The girl also fucking power. Suck until I cum in her mouth still carry on sucking. After that legs like jelly.
Me: You went on Saturday and you want to go again? Too rich?
A: Very relaxing la. The massage.
Me: You’re still attached right?
A: Yeah.
Me: Your poor girlfriend.
A: She’s busy working and earning money. Maybe she’s even fucking her colleagues or something.
Me: I would say your mentality is fucked up. But I guess I’m no better.
A: Ya lor. KNN. Pot calling kettle black. And you still haven’t intro the tua neh bu.
Me: Chee bye. Don’t talk about her.
A: Why?
Me: Never mind.
A: Say leh!
Me: No.
A: Tell me!
Me: Fuck. Ok. I tell you then you stop asking. Ok?
A: Ok.
Me: She, erm, took advantage of me when she was drunk.
A: Huh? What the fuck is that? Not you take advantage of her meh?
Me: I’m not saying anything else.
A: Wah. KNN. Spoiler again. Number leh? She can take advantage of me anytime.
Me: Don’t regret what you wish for.
Suddenly it seemed like a good idea to hook Diane up with Alex. But at the expense of possibly pissing Shirley off.
Me: Forget it.
A: Nabei chee bye you. Make me excited only.
Me: Haha. Go for your massage lor.
A: On.
Me: I was kidding.
A: Or we go spa la. The Punggol one. Keng jio me go.
Me: You go ahead la. I’m really not interested.
A: It’s a god damn clean spa la.
Me: I still don’t like massages.
A: You’re just lucky that you can fuck any one of your female friends.
Me: I don’t.
A: Haha. Don’t bluff la. Got so many of them. Don’t tell me there were a few that you couldn’t?
Me: Now that you mention it, there actually were a few close female friends who I never had the intention of sleeping with.
A: Haha! Sure or not.
Me: Yeah. I was 15. Haha.
A: Huh? You 15 still virgin?
Me: Yeah.
A: Mai geh geh la. You so active. So many girls. Must have started young.
Me: Really never la.
I considered directing Alex to this thread so that he could learn about my history without me having to repeat it, but I figured he probably might not appreciate being a supporting character.
But he did get me thinking of a particular girl whom I was close to in Secondary school.
That night, when I got home, I logged into MSN and found her online.
It was time to catch up with an old friend.
I was in an all boys school for ten years. The only times when my education was co-ed, was in kindergarten, JC and Poly.
In secondary school, my core CCA was a uniformed group, as well as track & field, along with a few other miscellaneous clubs and societies to get points so that I would secure an A1 for my CCA and get a 2 point reduction on my L1R5 to enter JC.
Anyway, being in an all boys school, obviously the only females I saw were the teachers canteen staff, and office admin staff.
That all changed when I attended a joint training for my uniformed group with other schools in my sector.
We were all divided into groups, with each school being represented. I was rather shy and did not know how to communicate with girls, so I kept to myself and mingled mainly with the other guys in the group. The group itself was rather large, with around 15 of us, more girls than guys, and two facilitators, one from each gender.
As it was the first combined training of the year, there were ice breaking games, and I really hated ice-breakers as they made you do stupid stuff, and often ended with forfeits.
Anyway, we had to pair up with a girl. Somehow I ended up with a girl from an all girls school. I was kind of pleased actually, as she would probably be as awkward at me. We both exchanged pleasantries and smiled shyly at each other.
She was cute looking I guess, with sharp features, large eyes, short hair that was tied in a pony tail, and she was damn tall. Like really really tall. Or maybe I was still 13 years old and only 1.55m tall, whereas she towered over me at 1.65m. I shall not mention her body, as at that age, there was none to speak of, other than her super long legs. I felt kind of small.
Anyway, we were lucky not to get any forfeits and the ice-breakers passed uneventfully. Training carried on, and by the end of the day, we were tasked to do an assignment together and the pairs we started with eventually became permanent. So I was stuck with her for the rest of my four years, unless either of us quit the CCA.
We were pretty normal with each other, doing assignments, discussing lessons etc.. Things changed during a leadership camp in June the year we were in secondary 3. The leadership camp was mandatory as we were all going to assume leadership roles from our seniors in our respective schools when the school term started. For the sake of cohesion, our groups for the leadership camp were the same as our joint trainings, on not surprisingly, we were partners again.
I had grown a lot taller since sec 1, and was now around 1.68m. Unfortunately, she had grown too, and was still taller than me. Her body was also beginning to develop. Her hips were much rounder, as with her ass, and her breasts had grown from a non existent A cup, to probably a small B cup. I did not have the pleasure of seeing her boobs being supported by a good bra as she had worn sports bras throughout. But I was not sexually active at that time and such thoughts never entered my mind anyway.
Training was tough and we were all dead beat by the end of the day, and still had to attend after action reviews. Our male instructors were mostly serving their national service, or had already ORD, so the camp was run very regimentally. And with regimentation came the most dreaded thing anyone at that age had ever experienced. Sentry duty.
Duty was done in 1 hour shifts, in the same pairs we were in, and all we had was one lousy torchlight, a whistle and a stick. I always wondered what the stick was for as we were in a controlled environment, a school, and the gates were locked and the only people there were us. But we were always told the stick was to chase away stray dogs if we encountered any.
Anyway, we had drawn the dreaded 2-4am shift. It was the time were you would be in fucking dreamland, considering lights off timing was 10pm and revelie was at 6am.
I dragged myself to her bunk(classroom) on the 4th floor as the girls accommodation had to be above the boys due to privacy issues. I waited outside for her to come out. For the stories sake, let’s call her Grace.
Me: Morning sleepy head. Why are you still wearing slippers?
G: Oh? Oops.
She rubbed her eyes and stretched lazily, thrusting her chest at me, not that I knew what to feel anyway. She reentered the bunk and changed to PT shoes.
We made our way to the sentry post at the Ops Room on the ground floor to collect the torchlight and stick. Whistles were personal due to hygiene reasons. We were briefed on safety, and distress codes should we encounter anything. The fucking torchlight was a bloody single bulb, AA battery piece of shit that could hardly project a beam more than 5 meters ahead.
The instructor took us on one round of the route around the school quickly and we were told to walk slowly for our actual prowling. After the completion of one round, another pair would take over and we would alternate until the two hours were up. Each round took roughly twenty-odd minutes, and we figure if we dragged it out, we could probably do two rounds instead of three.
The first round ended uneventfully and we handed over to the next pair while we rested in the Ops Room. The instructor on duty was already asleep. If we had been a couple, that, and the entire prowling route, would have probably been a great time to make out. But we were young and innocent, and decided that rest was more important.
The other pair also decided to take their round slow, and handed over to us after almost half an hour. I shook her shoulder gently to wake her and we carried on.
As we walked slowly through the dark corridors, both probably silently cursing how cheapskate the school was for not leaving the lights on. After prowling the four floors of the building, we proceeded along the route, going past the canteen, admin block, and finally past the school field.
The field was fenced up and we walked along the footpath. The night was cool and not really humid. As we trudged along the narrow path, we kept moving closer to each other, and the back of our hands touched a couple of times. It felt really awkward for me, and I was wondering how it was for her.
All of a sudden, I felt a chill around me, as though a cold wind was blowing. But the air was still. I ignored it as we were almost at the end of the path, and the next building that would lead us back to the canteen was in sight.
We had gotten off the footpath and onto the corridor when Grace suddenly grabbed my hand and interlocked her fingers with mine.
The abruptness of it all caused my heart to skip a beat, and if I was any younger, I probably might have peed in my pants.
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TamKorSang
Welcome back! Don’t go missing man…we miss you
Won’t go missing bro, was just busy this week, helping out Alex in his store as his logistics audit is coming up…
The sudden chill enveloped us as we crossed the corridor and back into the canteen. Grace gripped my hand so tightly, and I wondered about poor blood flow.
As we walked along the dim canteen, we edged closer to each other, our shoulders touching. She still had not released my hand from her vice-like grip.
As we reached the end of the canteen, she suddenly pulled me towards a bench and sat down. By then, the chill had diminished.
Me: Are you ok?
G: Yeah.
Me: Your hand is cold.
She immediately let my hand go.
G: Sorry.
Me: What’s wrong.
G: I think something was following us.
Me: Something or someone?
G: Thing.
Me: You mean like a ghost?
G: Shhh!
Me: Huh?
Suddenly, I felt the chill again. This time, it was much more pronounced.
G: Let’s go.
We stood up. She reached into her t-shirt and took out a necklace with two small rectangular pieces, pressed it into my palm and gripped my hand tightly again. It felt warm.
We walked slowly again towards the corridor and back towards the Ops Room. I estimated that we could probably handover and rest, without having to do a third round.
Grace was still holding my hand when we handed over, and the guy gave us a cheeky smile. The instructor was still snoring away. We headed back into the Ops Room and I was about to settle down onto a chair when Grace pulled me up.
G: Can we talk?
Me: Sure.
We headed out of the Ops Room and proceeded to the study area nearby and sat down. I would have rather stayed in the Ops Room as it was partially lighted, but she did not want to talk in there. Not that I was afraid of the dark, but the study area was not lit, and anyone walking by would have the opportunity to accuse us of doing funny things.
Me: So, what’s up?
G: Hope I didn’t scare you.
Me: Not really.
G: We had to walk slowly as we cannot show fear.
Me: I wasn’t really afraid, until you grabbed my hand all of a sudden.
G: Sorry about that.
Me: What was the thing you were holding?
She reached into her t-shirt again and pulled it out, placing it in my hand. Then I recognized it. I had one too, but I hardly wore it.
G: A brown scapular.
Me: Yeah. I have one too.
G: Oh, you’re a catholic?
Me: Yep.
G: Why don’t you wear it?
Me: I hardly wear any religious paraphernalia.
G: Using big words now are we?
Me: Erm.
G: But I get what you mean.
Me: Was it supposed to protect us?
G: Not really. But it makes me feel safe.
Me: Why do you think something was following us?
G: The chill.
Me: Could be psychological.
G: Maybe. But better to be safe than sorry right?
Me: Yeah.
Suddenly a female instructor appeared.
FI: Hey! What are you two doing?
Me: Chatting?
FI: BGR is not allowed.
G: We’re not together.
The FI sat down next to us. I recognized her as one of Grace’s seniors. A really strict, no-nonsense instructor.
FI: You need to concentrate on you studies.
Me: But we’re really just talking!
G: Precisely.
FI: Talking can lead to other things.
G: It’s not as though we’re making out.
I felt myself blush.
FI: Are you two on sentry? If you are, go back to the Ops Room. I don’t want anything funny to happen.
Me: Ok.
We both got up and headed back to the Ops Room. Soon our shift would be over and we could get some much needed rest.
Anyway, the rest of the camp proceeded smoothly and we both managed to pass and eventually took up leadership roles in our respective schools. The combined trainings still provided opportunity for us to meet, but this time, instead of being trainees, we were the trainers. We also spent a considerable amount of time together, often having dinner after training and sometimes meeting for coffee over the weekends.
We maintained the friendship all the way through our O Levels, and eventually JC. She had made it to one of the top 3 JCs while I went to one of the bottom 3.
During that period, we still met up for the occasional coffee and catch-up sessions, and she found out about my bad breakup with my first girlfriend which led to me screwing up my O Levels, otherwise, I might have made it to the same JC as her.
I still remember meeting up with Grace after my last O Level paper. We arranged to meet at Bugis MRT before deciding where to go. It was also the meeting when she found out about my ex-girlfriend. I nearly could not recognize her when she showed up.
She had cut and dyed her hair. It was now short, and brunette, and she wore impossibly short shorts, accentuating her absurdly long legs, and a tight fitting spaghetti top. Her breasts were still a small B cup. At least I was 3 cm taller than her now.
G: Hi!
Me: Oh my. What happened?
G: What do you mean what happened?
Me: You got hot.
G: You mean I wasn’t before?
Me: I’ve never seen you like this before.
G: That’s cos I’ve never dressed like this when I met you before.
Me: Why not?
G: Didn’t want to send the wrong signals?
Me: So what signals are you sending now?
G: I have no idea.
Me: So where shall we go?
G: How about starbucks?
Me: Sure.
We headed to the Starbucks. I tried to make myself look taller, but failed miserably. We ordered our drinks, a mocha frappe for me, and an americano for her. She sat opposite me and crossed her legs. I could not help but admire her toned legs.
G: So I heard you got together with this sec 3 girl?
Me: Long story. Rather not talk about it.
G: Why?
Me: It didn’t work out.
G: So fast?
Me: Yeah. Ended midway through my prelims.
G: Oh no. What happened?
Me: Well, we sort of were in her room…
G: Oh my god. You had sex? Naughty boy.
Me: What? No! We were just making out.
G: Right.
Me: Well, she took my top off…
G: Spare me the details.
Me: Fine. Well, we were making out, then suddenly we stopped. Then she said it was wrong.
G: You took advantage of her?
Me: She was still fully clothed.
G: Then what happened?
Me: She said she was still young, had her whole life ahead of her. Wasn’t sure if I was the one…
G: Sounds so fairy tale like.
Me: Yeah. So anyway we broke up. Then two weeks later her best friend told me she got together with someone else.
G: Oh.
Me: So I got dumped.
G: Ouch.
Me: Yeah.
G: So how are you feeling?
Me: Sad I guess. Didn’t really study much after that.
G: What… You let a girl affect your studies?
Me: Somewhat.
G: That’s very unlike you.
Me: Hey. That was my first relationship…
G: True. I wouldn’t know. Never had a boyfriend.
Me: Girlfriend?
G: Woah. Just because I’m from an all girls school doesn’t mean I’m les ok? I might as well say you’re gay.
Me: That was my bad attempt at humor.
G: I know.
Me: So no boyfriend?
G: Nope. Probably won’t have one till after uni…
Me: Really?
G: Studies are important. I need to go to a good JC, then a good course in uni. Then find a good job.
Me: Wow. I never thought that far.
G: You should. Your future is made by yourself and no one else.
Me: That sounds logical.
G: Yeah. By the way, which JC did you apply for?
Me: XXX JC.
G: Oh. Ok.
Me: Why do I feel that you sound disappointed?
G: Nah. I thought maybe we could be schoolmates.
Me: I’m assuming you’re going to YYY JC? I didn’t think I would qualify.
G: You wouldn’t know if you didn’t try right?
Me: My prelims weren’t good. We’ll see how my O’s go…
G: Ok.
We finished up our coffee and walked back to the MRT. As we were heading to different directions, we stopped in the middle of the platform.
G: Hey. I got you this.
She passed me a colorful woven band.
Me: What’s this? I didn’t get you anything.
G: It’s ok. This is a friendship band. You can wear it on your wrist or ankle or something.
Me: I think it’s a little small for my ankle.
She put it on my wrist.
G: There. That’s for being my friend all these years.
Me: Don’t tell me I’m your only guy friend.
G: Seriously? Other than my church friends, you’re the only guy I’m close to.
Me: Well, I’m honoured then.
G: So we’ll catch up soon?
Me: Let’s see how things go when school starts.
G: Alright. Till we meet again.
Her train arrived and I watched as she waved goodbye and turned to catch the train, admiring her long legs.
I stared at the band on my left wrist and wondered about the significance of it all.