Chapt 24 - Conclusion to Season 1
4 months had come and gone after that trip. During which time, i never once saw Mei Le again. Never did i know, that would span more than just 4 months, it would be years later that i would see her again. But that is another story for later. Now, 4 months on, i was back to school, coping rather well with my studies and preparing meticulously for my end of year paper. It would be only a year left after this, where all the wonderful memories of teenage secondary school life would end. Where till today, whether for good or bad, i vividly recall fondly. Those years gave me a basis, and shaped me into the man i am today.
Things with Azira was still sour, and the misunderstandings between me and Jia Mei continued. Fortunately, papers after papers of revisions kept my mind off those trivial matters, well perhaps seemingly important when one is 15, but ultimately, trivial. Besides, the end of somethings, brings the start of something else. Ever since i returned from the trip 4 months ago, i was perpetually around Emma, like a glue. We became the best of the best of buddies. We would study together, go back home together, meet out for revision together, take jogs together during PE, recess together, and even started to watch movies together. However, it also came to my attention somewhere in that time, that Emma had found a boyfriend, someone in sec 5. That primarily didn’t change my relationship with Emma much, except that at times, she have to leave me to go home on my own as she leaves with her boyfriend.
Lets name him… Sean.
He is well, slim. Tall, about 1.81m. But yes slim. The korean male idol with skinny jeans kind of slim. And i think somehow, perhaps slim is an underestimation. But you see, he is that guy in basketball team. The guy who smells so good with his branded cologne. The guy who is a bad boy, which every young teenage mei mei loves. Exciting, brash, advocates of ill-discipline in the name of freedom and self identity. The guy who jumps up and puts a ball into the net and every neighbourhood SYT would scream in adoration. Ok, maybe i am exaggerating now. But point is. His cool.
And why i have to describe him in such details. Yes i was jealous. I fully admit now. Then. I was oblivious to my own feelings. I never knew i had always harboured romantic or even sexual thoughts about Emma, who so happens to be my best friend of all time, but who is a female, but who i share, i believe then, a perfectly normal plationic relationship with.
But then again, what i felt didn’t really matter. You see, although i never knew myself why i never got to like him, he is cool and all and i could have buddied with him, learnt some tricks, use those tricks to hook up some hot chicks and tell a different story now, Sean never ever cross my mind. I never ask Emma about Sean, i was totally fine with them going out, I was fine with the decrease in movie trips with Emma, i was even ok when Emma tells me about their relationship details. For e.g. their first kiss, how deep into petting they were, the nitty gritty small little things that they quarreled about. Never ever bothered me. Why so you think? Techinically speaking, i was still spending alot of time with Emma. Sean had basketball practise, and in school at least, he was more commonly found together with his cool clique of pretty girls and basketball “idols”. As for Emma, well, she continues to spend quality time with me revising for our finals. I treasure that bond with Emma very much, if it ever broke, i would be devastated. As much as i could muster, i would not jeopardize it.
However without my knowing, gradually, cracks began to appear between Sean and Emma, which Emma would always come to me to pour her feelings, which in effect, made me slowly fall in love with her. A step deeper every time.
But that story will be for the next part.
In secondary 4, things get exciting.
And that bros will be the end of Season 1. I actually have some things in mind to write on, but seeing as the reception is really poor, i guess i’m doing a bad job at writing and so, i doubt i will write on, as it really takes alot of time to write. But thank you those who have read for your kind attention. It’s time for me to get back to read the stories of other bros.
Disclaimer: not advocating incest or illegal sexual activities. Those in the story are fictional e.g. Cousin. Trip with cousin DID took place but sexual activity is only fictional to spice up the story.
Cheers.
Thanks bros for you kind responses. I will see if i am free enough to continue to Season 2. And wonder if there is going to be Season 2, you guys prefer starting a new thread about it or continue on in this thread?
Your kind comments are much appreciated. I will continue on to Season 2 it seems, but just in case i get your hopes high, i will not have time to post regularly, but i definitely will still be writing. Reason for the slow write up is because i already know the story from start to finish, as it is mostly based on real events, but it takes time for me to phrase the words in the way that is coherent and smooth in the way one will read a book. I know, it is a compulsive trait of mine. But still at least i promise my write ups will be read, and re-read by myself, polished before i post.
I will post Chapt 1 of Season 2 next week.
Till then.
Season 2
Chapt 1
December 24th, 2003. Christmas eve.
Undeniably warm and humid, but enjoyably so, i was sitting on the highest step of a flight of stairs which was hard and dusty, but at that moment, none of those discomfort matters. Right below me, 2 girls and 3 guys, having a pleasant chat with an assortment of beverages in their hands. Cheapo me was holding onto the cheapest of the lot, a bottle of coke, with my Nokia in my grasp, waiting for the perfect moment to utilise it. But of course, by meaning of a perfect moment, i already had my desired messages typed out, waiting to be sent. It took only a couple of minutes before a furore of celebratory uproar rang down the streets of Orchard Road, creating screams of echoes and whistles alike, with people, mostly young, taking to hugging one another or jumping about excitedly. That of course was the signal for me to press the send button, there was no smartphones then, which took quite a while to process partly due to the number of contacts i would be sending it to, partly due to the expected surge of network congestion. It was briefly after that, that i took the liberty to hug my dear friend beside me, and the rest after that, giving my best wishes and appreciation to the end of a chapter in my life. The last of whom, was this female friend of mine, she was short, about 1.56m, but slim, the small little flabs here and there kind of slim, with a ghostly shade of paleness on her skin, she was always a non-sporty, indoors kind of person. I looked at her earnestly, before giving her a little hug and whispering a simple, “Merry Christmas”…
February 24th, 2003, Common Test week.
Earlier that year, things at school had started to pick up pace at an alarming rate, and every upper Secondary student were going extremely hard at it, as if preparing for a war. Everyday was nothing but study, eat, study, eat, study, sleep. Well, perhaps you do not recall your secondary school days like that or i am exaggerating a little bit, just a little bit, but that was what i personally felt during those periods of time. Everyone knew the importance of the year. Everyone knew that the results at the end will determine their future, whether good or bad. Not implying that not doing well will mean a bad future, just a different one if you want to succeed. The thing is this, in Singapore, our education system and government policy creates a norm that if you do not do well in the"linear" path, you are going to have a very hard time. Not to say that the education system is bad, it is pretty good actually, if you compare to some overseas jurisdiction, but it creates a sense that you have to succeed in the system, and if you don’t, it abandons you.
But that story is for much later.
Emma: Hey tink
As she lightly slaps my table top with her body turned sideways, once again, which i will never get bored of, giving me a wonderful side view of her body enclosed in a tight and white uniform. Without returning a reply, i merely glanced upwards quizzically, expecting her to continue.
Emma: what do you think of the boys in our class?
Me: excuse me?
Emma: i said, what do you think…
Me: i know what you asked, but why?
Emma: why what?
Me: why ask me? i’m a guy?
Emma: you’re…not bad la, but not you, every other guy?
At that, i knew that apparently i wasn’t attractive to her and i felt a deep sinking feeling in my chests, but i decided to shrug it off and pretended it was nothing.
Me: what about them?
Emma: who do you think are the best looking?
Me: seriously?
Emma: yessss?!
Me: maybe…steven? his short, but he has very nice features, and despite his size, he can do the most pull ups in our class and, well, his cute?
Emma: what do you think about andrew?
Hell, i know where this was gonna go, and my heart sank further. I was always the one there for her…but she couldn’t see me.
Emma: i think he is kinda cute?
Me: uh huh?
Emma: you know the other day, i gave him my number…
Me: (in my thoughts) what the fuck….
Emma: and so he called me and we chatted at night? i mean, he has this, i dunno, very husky or manly voice whatever. He sounds so different from when he speaks in person. I think it is really cool.
Me: okay….what about me? i sound different?
Emma: hmm…nope i think you sound the same….
Me: (in my thoughts) damn it…fuck my life…
Me: i see…
Emma: but ok la, your voice is ok what…
Me: (in my thoughts)…yea i believe…i really want to believe…
Me: so your interested in him?
At that point, my emotions had sunk so far i lost all mood in whatever work i was doing and felt like going into a fully filled bathtub and drown myself. But i kept it all in, and i listened, and probed further.
Emma: not really….(blushes)…just want to get to know him better?
Me: and how is that not being interested?
Emma: i’m just not ok? ( she can barely hide her grin) i have a boyfriend. I’m still with Sean?
Me: But things are not going so well with him right?
Emma: Well…
From the look on her face, i could see sheer reluctance in answering my question. Her pause might have taken a second too long for me to realise that perhaps i was not her most intimate friend, that i was not trustworthy, or just not worthy enough to be given the answer. It suddenly dawned upon me that the entire time with Emma, perhaps it had always been just wishful thinking on my part, that the body language and relationship when both sexes interact are perhaps perceived very differently from each other. The guy always think that a little attention from the lady meant she is interested in him, when it could all just be that she just feels comfortable with a chat-worthy friend.
Emma: hey you have any girl you like?
Me: hey dont you change the topic
Emma: i heard that you are interested in…
Me: ok enough, i get that you do not want to talk about Sean, but just answer me this, are you using andrew as a replacement in the event things between you and Sean ends?
Emma: I… I duno. Maybe i dowanna get into a relationship again so soon. I just feel comfortable with andrew thats all.
Me: …so you are going to continue this little thing with andrew?
Emma: maybe? I dunno it myself. I guess i will just try to get to know him better and… We see how it goes?
Me: ok. Fair enough. Good luck with that.
Emma: your acting weird. What’s wrong with you?
Me: i’m fine.
Emma: you don’t look that way.
Me: i said i’m fine!
Emma: okay okay, why so worked up? God.
With that Emma faced away and continued with her work. My partner, beside me, and Emma’s partner were apparently listening on, intentionally or not, and casted me a look that tells me they feel i was acting strangely as well. However i ignored their stares, dropped my head down and got on with work, albeit scribbling nonsense on the paper. It took me about a couple of minutes before i started to digest everything that went on. I started mentally picturing myself having the conversation with Emma and couldn’t put a finger on why i acted that way.
Did i fall in love with Emma? No, wait, that cannot be possible. She is just a platonic friend. I do not care for a second who she hangs out with other than me. But yes, i actually do care. I am getting increasingly sensitive to everything about her. I became obsessed. I do not only want to be relevant, but also the most important person in her life. Why andrew? What had he done for her? Every single time she needed me, i would be there, when her birthday arrives, i will buy her presents, the only person i would buy a present for. I do not even care for my parents or any friend the same way as i did to her. So why? Why? Why is andrew in the way?
My thoughts ran so wild then, that i couldn’t pay attention to anything else in class that day, nor did i ever spoke another word. When the school chimes rang, i swiftly chucked my stuff into my backpack, and hurried away out of class, thoughtless and emotionless. I felt that i needed to clear my mind, that i was going crazy.
I needed a relief.
….
Unlike a brighter tone in Season 1, except during the closing chapters, i am constantly changing my style of writing here and there, and i am going for a darker tone for the entirety of Season 2, so this is what you guys can expect, as i want to portray the fact that the teenage period can be a haunting time for many teenagers, but i hope you guys will still love it.
And of course, as this is a sex forum, there will still be some sex involved.
If everything goes well and i continue to write till the very end, the following seasons will get even darker, before finally becoming brighter before reaching a resolution to my story. But the way is still long, there will be alot of writings left to do, with so little time to spare. I shall do what i can.
Feedbacks are welcomed.
Cheers.
S2 - Chapt 2
XX Month XX Day 1999
Inside a brightly lit room painted with a shade of blue, there lies a single computer, Windows 98, with an occupied roller chair. As i sat comfortably on it, my fingers were restless, hitting against the keys unsympathetically with incessant mouse clicks. Starcraft was the name of the game, and everyone at that time was playing it. Micro and Macro management became a big thing in gaming since the game came about which will eventually shape the future of RTS games alike. Unfortunately, i wasn’t able to play it online at that time as Pasar Malam was famous for selling pirated video game CDs at an extremely cheap price and downloading or torrenting wasn’t huge yet, much less cracking. As such, i had to settle on playing campaigns, to be fair the campaign was good at the time, or playing against the AI. However, that could become quite predictable and mundane and thus, i decided to take a break from Starcrafting and head on to the internet.
Broadband internet wasn’t a widespread commodity in the 20th century Singapore. Most families had dial up internet while many others didn’t have any at all. Hard drives were a mere 16 GB, DVDs wasn’t even public yet while “broadband” was only up to 256 Kbps. A humbling contrast to the 1 TB hard drives, Blueray Disc and Fibre 500mbps internet we own today. I was the lucky few to have my parents willing to pay a good $30-$40, which was very expensive then, monthly, which allows us to surf the web and yahoo. Google was pretty unheard of then, at least in my near vicinity, people talk only talk about yahoo. What made Yahoo below Google today, i have no idea.
Back in 1995, when i was 8 i remembered a time when i was released from preschool and heading back to my nanny’s house, my parents were both working, with her older son, aged 16-18 i couldn’t quite remember, and ended up being trapped in the lift on the way up. It was a harrowing experience for me, which fortunately never became a phobia, but it left me screaming and in tears the entire time trapped. It was probably a few hours later before technicians came to open the door and helped us out from the lift. I stopped crying by the time i entered my nanny’s house, but my heart never stopped pounding. I was still afraid.
As i laid down on the mattress to take my daily afternoon nap, i couldn’t fall asleep, as i was playing the scene inside the lift constantly in my mind. Then at some point, i felt some itchiness near my groin, and i decided to scratch it. I remember feeling a faint source of pleasure when i did that, and decided to do it again. After a couple of “scratches”, i felt my little undeveloped member starting to grow larger, just a little, and the pleasurably ticklish feeling was building, and was very very addictive. The incident in the lift became nonexistent, it was the last thing on my mind. I couldn’t stop rubbing, and decided that it felt too good to stop. However, as i was still very very young, nothing came out of it, and i soon fell asleep, very soundly indeed.
That little event that afternoon became increasingly regular as the days went by. Especially at times when i felt sad, pressured, stressed or just plain unhappy, i would hide somewhere and rub my little member, not knowing what that action is nor what significance it has. All i knew was it will make me happy, and as long as nobody sees it, it can be my little secret forever.
It was not until i was 12 that puberty hit me. As i took a break from Starcraft on that faithful day in 1999, i suddenly dawned upon me that i was alone in the house, that it was just me and the old computer. I used to be completely insensitive to girls, they are crybabies and are no fun. However, as i hit Primary 6, the girls started to appear prettier, with some of them starting to develop around the hip and chest. There was even one girl in class whom developed pretty early and had breasts that one could say is a handful, which created a thing of discussion amongst the guys. She eventually found out and cried about it before complaining to the teachers. Of course, all of the boys were punished after that.
The thing is, the bodies of girls became a new fascination for me. Furthermore, i knew i was not alone. Most of the guys, except the more studious ones, were discussing about it. About how they look like under their clothes. There were even some big mouths who claimed that they had girlfriends and they already had sex. Not that most of us actually knew much about the topic at the point in time. But it was the envy of every guy.
As such, i took to the computer to yahoo about naked girls. Sex wasn’t a thing for me just yet. It was the curiosity about a girl’s body. The moment i entered the keywords in the search bar, i felt as if some part of my innards was going to explode. My hands were shaking violently, my heart was pounding hard against my ribs. Pictures after pictures of girls in various states of nakedness entered my retina, mostly blonds or brunettes, and i felt my member below poking against my shorts. It was so uncomfortable that i decided to do without them, and the moment it came off, my hands naturally went to rub my member, in any way possible to intensify the pleasure i felt. It was a new level of excitement and sexual pleasure that i have experienced, as i click through pictures after pictures, my jaws wide open and my eyes rooted to the screen.
It took mere minutes before i felt the incoming tsunami, the height of my euphoria. The difference was, that time i felt something wet, something liquid escape through my pee hole. It even felt sticky, slimy. It never happened before. It always ended with a pleasant ecstatic feeling, never had anything escape my member. I was half sure it might be pee but i couldn’t immediately look. Despite my curiosities, i was then, trapped in my own heaven. My head held backwards, mouth obscenely opened and eyes wide shut. Probably a minute or two had passed before i forced my eyes open to see the mess i had created. The substance was whitish and slimy, like glue. It was all over the place, on my balls, my stomach, the chair, a few little puddles on the floor. An embarrassing mess. However, what was even more embarrassing was that my solid member refused to deflate. It was still throbbing intermittently, with the head still astonishingly dyed in purplish red. Before i could even bring my big head to think rationally, my palm, which still had my dick in its grasp, started moving again, gaining momentum as the familiar sensation began creeping back, a sensation felt not only down below, but throughout my entire entity.
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I vaguely remembered that it was till i had my fourth orgasm that i finally ran out of steam, my face flushed and body covered in sweat. It was then that i finally lifted my cum soaked palm to identify the mysterious new substance. I brought my hands closer to my face, took a sniff, before cringing my nose in disgust of the saltish, sourish odour. At least i knew it wasn’t pee. Didn’t smelled like that. As such once again i took to the internet and learnt that i had just ejaculated for the very first time. That substance on my palms and everywhere else was my sperms. At first it was fascinating. If only i knew how familiar i will be with that whitish liquid in the days to come.
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February 24th 2003
Later that evening, at about 9 pm, as i was lying in my bed, relieved from porn and masturbation, i was playing snakes 2 on my nokia when Emma’s name flashed across the little screen, which caught me by surprise. Despite our considerable close relationship, we never called during such hours, only text messages at most. As such i was a little apprehensive about picking up the call but did just that anyway.
Me: Em?
Emma: (sniffs) tink?
Me: what is it? Wait… Are you crying?
Emma: i…i just…(continues sobbing)
Me: something happened at home? someone bullied you?
Emma: its Sean
Me: what about him?
Emma: i met him today and told him i want to break up with him…
Me: and you are regretting it now?
Emma: no..NO! i want to leave him! But, he threatened me, he said that if i broke up with him, he is going to jump down from somewhere and die for me to see!
Me: the fuck? what century is this? so drama?
Emma: but he is being serious! at least that is what i feel when i hear his tone.
Me: come on Emma, that can’t be real. He’s just playing with your emotions.
Emma: but i’ve heard of people killing themselves when their boyfriend or girlfriend breaks up with them. Look Tink, i really don’t want to be a murderer.
Me: Then what? You are just gonna hang around with him like a slave? Come on, he doesn’t own you and he cannot make threats like this to you.
Emma: I don’t know…i really don’t know Tink….Can i meet you?
Me: now?
Emma: Yes?
Me: alright but its rather late…
Emma: you can stay at my house for tonight, bring your stuff for tomorrow.
Me: alright. give me about 40 mins and i will be there.
Emma: ok…thanks Tink…
Me: see you later
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The moment i hanged up the phone, i rushed about my room, shoving stuff i needed for the next day into my bag before taking a quick shower and rushing right out of the house. I was a man on a mission, and the objective is Emma. Half of me wanted to sincerely be there to console Emma, to talk things out with her and probably solve her issues. The other half of me knew, that it was the chance. THE CHANCE. If i did everything right, i might be able to be with Emma. At least that was what i thought then. Besides, she allowed me to stay over. Who knows what might happen? Ball is round.
Let’s see…
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Thanks for reading. I will be away for an overseas trip and won’t be back until at least the week after next. So the next chapter will be quite a long wait, sorry about that and see you guys next time.
Sorry for the very long absence. Seems like this thread became very quiet again after i was gone. I have finished a draft of the next chapter. Expect it within the next few days.
Season 2 Chapt 3
24th february 2003, 3.30pm, Plaza Singapura.
An ever flowing stream of shoppers filled the spaces of Singapore’s popular shopping mall. Within them, 2 souls were wedged closely together, hand in hand, doing some window shopping. The female had long flowing hair, faintly blond and admirably straight, with cheeks the color of peaches, and eyes that captures the attention. She was dressed in her school uniform, with skirt that ends just above her knees. Her dressing covers her modest bosoms and slim waist, but anyone could vaguely tell that she had an enviable body. The male, proud of his prized possession, walked with pride, acknowledging the frequent jealous stares of others.
After only 3 months of dating, the passion was still fresh - squabbles were rare and they were mostly in a world of their own. Despite having multiple partners before, even at such a young age, this current one strikes a curious chord with her. He was someone much older, more matured than anyone she has ever dated, owns a car, has money, and carries himself like an adult. Previous ones were all school seniors, still teenagers in their own rights. They wanted someone they can experiment with, to flaunt, the excitement of the possibilities with a girl, especially such a pretty one, very much lauded as the school belle. It will be a huge ego booster. And besides, there is the mystical process called sex. Shiok was how everyone describes it, but just how shiok is it to feel a nubile body and its soft curvatures?
However this guy is different, he had experience and wasn’t desperate, at least that was how she thought. Unfortunately at 16, how will she know that certain attributes of a male will never change with age. Neither did she know that he treats his partners, she wasn’t the first, as possessions, he was easily jealous, and extremely sensitive whenever another guy even bats an eyelid upon her.
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Guy: ok i need to go to the toilet ok. (briefly looks at their surrounding) stay here ok.
Girl: harnah dont worry la
Guy: eh i serious. Dont anyhow with strangers ah espiecially guys. Even when walking already so many guys looking at you
Girl: where got? You think too much la. Haha. Dont worry ok? I will be ok.
Guy: ok ah. I go in ah. Wait for me ah.
Girl: ya la aiyo so lou soh one. (kiss his cheeks) i will stay here and guai guai wait (obediently) ok?
With a little pat on the head, he turns and head to the loo. Finally alone, the girl took out her phone to check for messages, which amassed aplenty, mostly from guy try-hards, who she largely ignores, or her female friends albeit having very few. You see, being a school belle, she has a certain reputation and is the envy of many girls.
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During this entire time, a lone figure was leaning against a handrail, eyes wandering around like a hawk, finding its next prey. From the moment the couple came into view outside the toilet, he had already observed every inch of her, and decided that she will make a worthy specimen to add to his portfolio. Adjusting his dressing and sweeping back his fringe, he began making his move. Armed with a charming smile, glib tongue and experience in his past successful endeavours, he walked towards the girl with a swagger of confidence.
Stranger: hi there, sorry to disturb. I’m Jake from xxx agency, a private talent scouting agency, this is my name card. I’m wondering if you have a few minutes to spare?
Girl: ( receives the name card hesitantly ) talent agency? I’ve never heard of this agency before
Stranger: ah yes, we are actually a pretty new start-up therefore we are still learning but we believe thus far we are going in the right direction and we offer attractive remunerations for the talents we scouted.
Girl: so u have been looking around here in plaza sing?
Stranger: not only here of course. I will go around a few hotspots where young people love to hang out.
Girl: but why me? Of so many people?
Stranger: well i think u are sweet looking, nice skin, slim and a good height. Definitely head turning material with the right make up, hair, clothes and fashion accessories, i think u will look beautiful, gorgeous, stunning!
Girl: wait (perplexed) hang on. What kind of talent are you scouting for again? ( suspicious)
Stranger: models.
Girl: you kidding me? Models?
Stranger: yup you didn’t hear me wrong
Girl: i think you got the wrong person.
Stranger: well i have to say i actually have quite the eye for scouting talents with great potential. Although the agency is still new, my partner and i already have an amazing portfolio of current and previous models that i can show you if we can arrange on a time and place to further our discussion on a potential business partnership.
Girl: no sorry i really…
Stranger: look you only live life once, now you are young and pretty you should take advantage of that. Take it as an opportunity to learn and experience new things. It is a good opportunity to meet more people as if you do well in this line, u will have many favourable contacts, u may get to go overseas and so on! Everything will be handled by us you do not have to worry about anything or pay a single cent! Think of the huge salary! You will be having your pradas and gucci and your peers can only envy you!
Girl: i… (boyfriends re appear)
Guy: hey what is this? Who is this guy?
Girl: he… I…
Stranger: look you have my namecard. You think about it. I have to go. (flashes a confident smile and walks away)
Guy: hey what the fuck you get back here!
Girl: baby don’t ( pulls him back)
Guy: what the fuck was that? What he want with you? He trying to pick you up?
Girl: no la, his not!
Guy: then what?
Girl: just some random guy trying to promote some products to me. Ignore him ba waste time only this kind. Let’s just go ok? Don’t let something like this spoil our mood.
As they you walk away, she can’t help but look back at the imaginary silhouette of the stranger, looking visibly shakened and tempted by the surprise rendezvous.
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24th february 2003, 10.24pm, upper bukit timah.
As the bus approached the bus stop, slowing to halt, i peered beyond the glass window only to see a lone figure, crestfallen and still, staring blankly at the ground for an unknown period of time. Dressed in a flimsy orange tank top with a black fbt, a cute little purple bra strap sliding off her shoulders, Emma lookes endearingly innocent which invoked my daddy instincts, immediately reaching out for a hug. Without question nor hesitation, she accepted the hug, before nesting her face into my chest, heaving deep long breaths of relief. All i could remember then was having my left hand give gentle strokes on the back of her head while my right pulled her in for a tighter hug. No words were spoken then. Just the pounding of her heart close to mine, and the droplets of drizzle falling atmospherically onto the concrete floor. I am unashamed to admit, given a different situation and mood, i would have been aroused by the close proximity of our bodies, the sweet floral scent from her would erect any healthy penis. Besides her firm but soft boobs were pressed tightly onto my chest, her bra was unwired and made of, i assume, some very thin and soft material. Women generally either go braless, or wear very thin bras during their leisure hours. Easy to understand the discomfort of something strapped onto you tightly for long hours, stained with all your perspiration. Unfortunately, in spite of all the notable temptations, it just wasn’t the right time nor place. The mood wasn’t right. Here was someone i genuinely cared and had her best interest in mind before all others. The kinky stuff, i just had to find another opportunity.
It was, i believe, 5-7mins before we finally pulled apart, partly due to sweat forming on our fronts as it was rather humid then. I remembered there was a little blush coming from Emma as she became quite shy in looking straight into my eyes. Probably the first time ever she saw me as a guy. Not just a friend, but a guy. Know what i mean?
Me: so we are just going to just stand here and be awkward or what?
Emma: well i dunno. I don’t feel awkward.
Me: lier.
Emma: im not!
Me: ok ok whatever. Do we proceed to your house or?
Emma: i dont feel like going home yet.
Me: shall we find a place to settle down then? Maybe chat a little first and chill it off?
Emma: ok! There’s a nice little cafe just around the corner.
Me: lead the way then.
End of chapt 3
Hope you guys will enjoy this one. Admittedly, my next update will take quite some time again…sorry.
i’ve not been paying too much attention to the forums, but it just came to me that something big is going on with sbf forum right now, with the change into Sam kiwi home and all. What is going on can anyone give me a simple and brief account? i’ve read about culling and such as well.