Jane buried herself on my chest where she could hear my heartbeat distinctly, letting the flow of tears from her eyes came down like a cascading waterfall. This was the very 1st time I saw her so devastated. She was my dream. My fantasy. My goal. But I wasn’t good enough for her.
She was far too perfect for me. What could a pauper like me be of any attraction for her?
Me: 1.65m. 55kg. Short hair. Medium built. Not rich. Super down to earth guy. Wears a normal Casio sports watch. And a no brand canvas shoe. Takes bus to school everyday. A $2 dollar pocket money everyday.
She: 1.73m. 48kg. A nice pair of C cup looking breasts. Well toned, with long hair, branded from top to bottom. Maid drives and send her to school. Her LV wallet never fails to amaze everyone.
We are classmates and close. But she is always with the hunks and in the centre of attraction. We could only talk when we are having our athletics training. She was a mid distance runner and me? I’m specialize in jumping events - long jump and triple jump.
Jane: Hey Max, the training is really tough today. Shall we have dessert?
Max: Sure. Where?
Jane: The Hong Kong Cafe?
Max: Wow. Can we have it at the hawker? Like an Ice Kacang?
Jane: I’ll knew you will say that. Ok let’s go.
Max: Let me take a shower in the stadium. We meet at the exit 15 mins later?
Jane: Yeah sure.
The sweat soaked us looked at each other and I found myself staring at her pointed nipples. She slapped my arms and whispered: Hey watch where you are looking. I will gorge your eyes out.
I bent down and apologized and Jane just stuck her tongue out and left.
Jane: See you in ten minutes.
I quickened my pace and ran, not knowing that someone was staring at us in the distance.
As the cold water drenched me, my whole mind was full of the two pointy tips of hers. No matter how much water was splashing, I couldn’t wash that visual away. Two pointed tips against the her white nike singlet, with her shiny neck that glittered with sweat and that sweet smelling perfume that she always wears. I was really yearning to one day be her boyfriend. But given the stats of mine? It could only be but wishful thinking.
When I came out of the shower, she was already waiting at the exit.
Jane: What took you so long?
Me: Sorry. Err..
Jane hit my head with her knuckles.
Jane: You must be thinking naughty!
Me: I…
Another hit came.
Me: I…
Another combo came.
I knelt to swerve away from her famous knuckle knocks. Feminine she may be but towards me, she was always herself. And that was how I liked it. She wasn’t pretentious at all.
Me: Sorry sorry..
I raised up my hands without looking to surrender and suddenly I felt something soft, it felt cushy and delicate. Her beatings stopped and the curious me raised my head.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Now I’m in for trouble.
Jane looked at me in shock when her face turned red. I quickly released my hands and blushed.
I raised my head and she looked down.
From a distance we looked like the alphabet ’d’, I was the crescent and she was the pole.
And her face turned from blush to deep red. And I could see little fumes of fire coming and forming on top of her head. And her iconic knuckles came into view, together with another of what I call ‘fire-fist’.
Jane: You! You! You!!!!!!!!!!!!
Her fire-fist knuckle combo came like meteors falling to my head. I couldn’t even avoid her attacks as I was afraid I might accidentally touch any wrong parts again.
The meteor went on around a minute. I was feeling all dizzy.
Jane: Humph! See if you dare do it again.
Me: It wasn’t deliberate.
Jane: I know.
Me: And..
Jane: What?
Jane looked at me with her fists raised.
Jane: You want more of my knuckles?
I shook my head.
I could feel myself looking like the buddha head with lots of round bumps all over my head.
Jane: Let’s go for dessert.
She said as she offered her hand to pull me up.
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great start up TS! Interesting line up between a shorter guy and a taller girl. One of my dream is to bonk a taller lady than me and also to hold two ladies hand and walk along orchard road. lol!
Jane never failed to get stares from guys, even girls about the way she carried herself. I was almost like walking in her shadows. I could see people talking and whispering about how a babe like her is with a plain looking boy-next-door wearing a simple tshirt while she was already wearing Polo Ralph with a Gucci shades.
Luckily the old coffeeshop at Toa Payoh wasn’t really crowded and finding seats was easy.
Me: What are you going to have?
Jane: Ice Kachang. More brown syrup.
Me: Ok
She flashed me a smile.
Me: Uncle, one ice kachang and tau suan.
I was holding the tray of desserts, walking happily towards Jane when I saw a group of guys sitting beside Jane. And Jane looked uncomfortable. Immediately I ran over.
Me: What’s wrong Jane.
Group of 3 guys: Hey who are you?
Me: I’m her friend.
Guy A spits on the floor: Friend? I saw her first. Don’t come and see any pretty girl and say you her friend can.
Me: Don’t be silly. Leave us alone.
Guy B stands up: So you think you can great is it? Trying to stir trouble is it?
Jane stands behind me in fear.
Me: I think you are the one stirring up right.
Guy C tries to throw a punch but I managed to block it. Guy B tries to interfere but my reflexes were faster than his, he tripped and fell, his face fell flat on the bowl of Ice Kachang which made him look like a clown with the multiple colors. They were cursing and swearing vulgarities.
Guy A was trying to show off how smart he was by lecturing Guy B and C.
Guy A: Hey this isn’t the way to handle this. Use your brain. Let me do it. Hey you rascal, if you dare, come and arm wrestle me. If you win, we let you and your babe go. If you lose, give me her number.
Of course I accepted the challenge. Jane was worried.
Guy A tried his best to bring me down but not really succeeding. Now, to humiliate Guy A, I thought of the perfect plan.
Guy A was using all his strength, but all he failed to bring me down. Learning marital arts since young had it’s advantage and I had learnt all the techniques needed.
Me: Hi Inspector Sam, what are you doing here?
I said as I waved my other hand and stared behind Guy A.
In fear, the three ran away even without looking behind.
Me: Well, it’s settled. Right. That’s using brains, I guess some only have coconut juice in theirs.
Jane smiled and whispered in my ears: My hero.
She said as she gave a light peck on my ears.
I was in heaven.
Jane: Let’s go off. I hate this place. I was so afraid just now. Luckily you came in time else I would have pee in my shorts.
Me: You could have used your fire fist Jane.
Jane: That’s one that I reserve only for you Max. Or you want to try some now?
Me: no no no.
Jane: Want to come to my place?
Me: What for?
Jane: What for? Dinner can?
Me: It’s so sudden. Let me call my mum ok?
Jane: Ok.
Me: Hey my mum cooked already. Or you want to come my place to eat instead? She misses you too.
Jane: Well then. Ok.
We took the feeder bus and was well on our way back to my place.
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It’s always puzzled me why Jane didn’t mind eating at the hawker centre with me and taking the crowded bus but I never dared to ask her.
We were chatting when we reached my house.
My mum: Jane! It’s been so long! Come in come in! I’m making your favorite fried wanton! Then I quickly do up the ingredients when Max called. You want wrap it with me together?
Jane: Hi Aunt Jamie. Sure! I will love to!
My mum loved Jane. She was always full of compliments of her as though I had no value at all.
Me: I’ll bring your bag to my room then.
Jane nodded and my mum held her hand to the tiny kitchen in the 3 room flat.
I switch on my fan and computer, placed Jane’s bag on my bed when again something struck me.
Jane’s magneta and black colored nike bag.
The visual of her pointed tips came to mind. My heart was racing. I was hesitating.
To open or not?
I swallowed my saliva. Turned myself and stared at her bag.
Bit by bit I took small steps towards my own single sized bed with Smurfs prints. Not that I liked it, for it was my mum who bought everything. I sat on my bed, near to where her bag was. It was now right in front of me.
I bent over and sniffed her bag. Simply divine. There were no traces of any foul smell or stains, unlike my own bag which was stained and there were some holes in it. I took another deep sniff, engrossing myself in my own world.
I moved my hands around her bag,pressing it and exploring the exterior, sniffing like a dog that was trying to find it’s territory. Slowly my fingers reached for the zip.
As I pulled the lever of the metal zip up, I was getting nervous and felt a presence of danger lurking around. My eyelids were twitching. But I was overwhelmed by the sense of lust, I pulled it to the side, letting the cold wind inside her bag escape with a tinge of fragrance.
A shadow from behind casted an otherwise familiar stance. I froze. And slowly turned my head.
The glowing eyes of red and arms on her waist was staring at me. And immediately meteorites attacked earth again.
Jane: What do you think you are doing?
Now my head was all lined up with huge bumps like scoops of ice cream on cups.
Me: I… I… thought I heard your phone ringing.
Another round of meteorites came again.
Jane: You think I will fall for that?
There were steam from the fresh new buns that Jane gave my head.
Jane: Oh yes you were right. There is a ringing sound.
She dug out her phone some of her clothes fell out.
Jane: Hello Dad? I’m at Max’s house. His mum cooked my portion of dinner. Can Maria come and fetch me around 830pm? Ok. See you then Dad.
Jane turned her head.
Jane: Next time tell me ok? Don’t invade my bag.
I nodded as she went out to help my mum.
I was rubbing the tip of my head from her meteor-like attacks but my eyes sparkled at the sight of something I liked.
Her sports bra fell out and it was lying on the side.
Quickly I snugged it under my pillow and zipped up her bag.
I don’t really have a fetish for panties but I do like bras better.
Jane: Hey dinner’s ready!
Me: Ok coming!
Off I went out of my room, hoping that her sports bra is well concealed in the corners of my pillow.
I knew I will be having the best night of my life if things go well.
Now I could not wait for her to leave for her home.
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We were enjoying dinner and my mum was talking nonstop with Jane until we heard the honk.
Jane: Maria is here already. It’s getting late, I’ve got to make a move first Aunt Jamie.
My mum: Sure sure. Go ahead. Max, see her down.
I nodded and went towards my room, took out her bag and left with her.
Jane waved goodbye to my mum: Bye Aunt Jamie, I would like to come again! I love your cooking!
My Mum: Anytime Jane!
Jane smiled at me in the lift and took her bag.
Jane: Thanks for dinner Max.
Max: Don’t be so polite can. Your fist doesn’t seem to be always friendly.
Jane kicked me and waved goodbye to me after she got on the car.
A BMW 7 series. Wow.
I didn’t have even a BMX to start with.
Now the ticklish sensation was starting to grow. And my heart was throbbing with excitement.
The moment I got back, I dashed to my room and locked the door, closed the curtains and immediately dived onto my bed while taking my clothes off, leaving only my boxers on.
Lifted up my pillow and saw the white sports bra still nicely tug inside. It was still wet where it left a small water mark on the bed sheet as well as my pillow.
I took her bra and took a deep sniff, feeling the moist sensation and sweet smelling Tommy Girl perfume of hers which send the feeling of kinkiness into my bloodstream. I let the entire bra cover my face for a while before I flipped it over to study it. Everything about it was so clean, not even a still scratch of dirt or stains. I could see the padded cups and I inhaled deeply again, letting the earlier visual of her pointed tips take over my sick imagination. It went on for a few minutes before I stood up, walked near my door and switched off the lights before lying down on the pillow that had the faint and moist watermark. I parked my head on the spot, took off my boxers and placed the still moist bra on my face, letting the entire bra cover my face, even if I had to suffocate to death, I wouldn’t mind it.
When I thought in reality Jane was too far fetched for me, thus the only consolation was to have at least something of hers for me to have, and I’m already satisfied.
My fingers grabbed hold of my hardened rod as I started wanking myself, letting the most pornographic visual fill my sick mind as I licked her bra with my tongue, fantasizing that she was letting me suck on her nipples, where I faked her moans myself softly. In no time I ejaculated a huge load onto my own bed, creating a huge mess.
I continued lying down and grinned at myself for such a good moment.
When I was done, I took my tshirt and wiped the sperm off my bed, threw it to one corner and positioned the fan near where my deposits are to dry.
Then I kept her bra tugged under my pillows and went off to shower.
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The shower felt great as I had what I wanted. But question was, what am I supposed to do with her bra? Washing it will get rid of the sweet smell of her body sweat, while keeping it might turn mouldy? Life was full of questions in my head. But another thought came to mind. This might be the best solution.
I happily went to my room and turned on my computer, waiting to see if Jane is around in msn. And indeed she was.
Me: Hi jane
Jane: Hi max
Me: sigh.
Jane: why? why sigh?
Me: You left one of your garments behind.
Jane: Did I?
Me: yes.
Jane: What did I leave behind?
Me: Erm. Your sports bra.
Jane: Are you sure? Wait let me check with Maria. Wait.
Me: ok
Jane: You are right! Wait. Are you sure you didn’t purposely take it out?
Me: T_T you think I so sick? I nearly got killed by my mum ok when she saw it.
Jane: Oops. Sorry then.
Me: It’s fine. She already took it and washed it. I will bring to you tomorrow?
Jane: It’s fine. I will take it from you the next time I go over for dinner?
Me: So fast you want to reserve a seat for dinner already without asking?
Jane: Too bad. Aunt Jamie likes me. She welcomes me any time. You can’t help it Max. ^_^
Me: you win
Jane: Of course. Hee hee
Me: Well, I see you tomorrow then.
Jane: Yeah.
Me: Erm. Jane?
Jane: Yes?
Me: Nothing.
Jane: What?
Me: It’s fine.
Jane: What? If you got a question then ask.
Me: Can… can I ask you out for cycling on Saturday at East Coast?
Jane: Saturday? Let me check. Ok what time?
Me: 3pm outside MacDonald’s?
Jane: You are dating me is it?
Me: …
Jane: Ok I see you there. Remember to bring my sports bra ok? Keep it wrapped in a nice paper bag. If you put it in an NTUC bag, I will kill you!
Me: Ok. You are so troublesome.
Jane: *Raises fist* What did you say?
Me: Oh nothing.. *wears helmet*
Jane: Alrighty. See you tomorrow.
Me: See you Jane.
I surfed the net for a while and went off to sleep, of course with her bra covering my face.
Too bad the bra is going to be washed tomorrow. Sigh. I thought as I dozed off to sleep with a smile. The very feel of her sweat soaked bra was far better than that of a wet dream.
And for the first time in my life, I’m going on a ‘date’ I deem myself with Jane, on Saturday, which was just two days away.
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*You are dating me is it?*
These words rang non stop in my head. Was it really a date together? No. We didn’t even start in the first place. Was I being too sensitive?
Things went on normally in school and Jane was mixing with the usual gang of hunks and babes. Well the only thing to look forward to was Saturday.
The weekday ended and I was full of energy on the Saturday morning.
Me: Mum, can I borrow some money from you? I’m going out with Jane today to cycle.
Mum: Jane? Ok ok! Here! Bring her back for dinner tonight? Remember to take her things ok? I hand washed for her already.
I nodded and left. Mum was really feeling generous today. In my hands were 2 $50 notes. She must have loved Jane so much.
I quickly changed and gel my hair with the economical “Good Look” hair gel and was well on my way.
Wonder what Jane will be wearing?
I was there early. Looking at the time lapse of people going to and fro the restaurant, everything seemed so jovial. Perhaps its the very thought of our first date together. I couldn’t wait for Jane to be here.
2.30pm. Excited.
3.00pm. Excited.
3.30pm. Excited.
4.00pm. ?
At 4.30pm, I gave her house a call.
Maria: Hello?
Me: Hi Maria, Max here. Is Jane around?
Maria: Hi Max! Jane? She is at the doctor. She’s not feeling well.
Me: I see. What time would she be back?
Maria: She went about an hour. Maybe a while more?
Me: Ok. Can I come over?
Maria: Sure Max.
Max: See you then Maria
Maria: See you Max.
What was this feeling about? I called home but mum said there was no phone ring at all.
I made my way to Jane’s place and waited outside for her. I didn’t want to enter her place without her around so I waited somewhere near.
530pm. No sight of her.
6pm.
630pm.
645pm. I saw a posh car stop at the distance and a familiar looking girl came out of the car with a bouquet of lilies on her hands. Beside her was a tall and dashing guy that looked pan-asian. They held hands together and she was smiling so gracefully.
As they walked, Jane noticed me at the corner and immediately loosen her hand with the guy.
Guy (Walter): What’s wrong Jane?
Jane: Nothing dear. Wait here for me.
Walter: Sure.
Jane walked towards me.
Jane: Why are you here?
Me: I waited for you at East Coast since 2pm.
Jane: How come?
Me: Erm. We arranged it on msn remember?
Jane: Did we? Oh heavens! I think I remember now. Gosh I’m sorry. I wasn’t feeling well.
Me: It’s fine. Here you go.
I passed her the Isetan paperbag with her sports bra and ran off.
What was this feeling? Why did it feel like the world had become a black and white photo? I couldn’t describe the feel, the agony. But who am I to judge yourself? I was not angry with Jane nor was I pissed or something. But it felt like snow from the insides of my heart. It felt as though the fluids in my blood were all being frozen. I ran and tripped, twisted my ankle with blood still oozing out. But it felt really numb. I limped myself pathetically out and hailed a cab back home where I locked myself in my room, no even knowing that the tiles in the living room right to my room were traces of blood.
Walter: Who’s that shortie?
Jane: Just a friend Walter.
Walter: What kind of friend?
Jane: A common friend only Walter.
Walter: I see. Alright I have to go now. I call you when I reach home ok?
Jane: Sure Walter.
Walter gave Jane a kiss and waved goodbye.
Jane looked inside the paperbag and saw her sports bra all clean and nicely folded but there was another note in that bag.
On that note wrote: It’s been really nice knowing you for an exact two years Jane. ^_^ Max
Jane paused.
My mum was slamming my door upon seeing the blood stained floor. Seeing that there was no reaction, she took the room keys and opened the door. She saw me burying myself in my pillows, weeping quietly.
Mum: Oh my god what happened?
Me: Nothing.
Mum: What happened to your legs?
Me: Nothing.
Mum: It’s looking bad son. What happened?
Me: NOTHING!
I yelled and mum saw my tear filled face.
Mum came over and hugged me: It’s alright son. Let me wash the wound first. My mum as a nurse and these things were nothing for her. But she said she is bring me to the sinseh for my twist and swollen ankle.
I still kept quiet about what happened and my mum did not ask more. Perhaps she knew that youngsters do like to have their privacy sometimes.
Jane did not know how and what to react. She just went home and switched on the computer, waiting to see if I was online.
On a typical Saturday evening, the chinese clinic was always full and it took me an hour for my ankle to be wrapped up like a bloated mummy’s feet.
Mum: Rest well at home ok son?
It was already past 9pm when we reached home. I did not utter a single word except for apologizing to my mum for shouting at her. Likewise, I locked myself in my room and hugged my pillows.
The phone rang at 930pm and mum picked up the phone.
It was Jane.
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Mum: Hello?
Jane: Hi Aunt Jamie, is Max around?
Mum: Yes Jane but he locked himself in the room. Did anything happen? How was your day with him? He left very early today and waited in East Coast. He said he was very happy but he came back with blood all over the floor, and he injured and sprained his leg. He locked the door when I was back and said nothing but he was crying quietly in his room. What happened?
Jane paused.
Jane: I’m sorry Aunt Jamie, I totally forgot about the date as I was out seeing a doctor. And… he… saw me with my boyfriend.
Mum: *breathes hard* oh. i see. well then. Wait.
My mum shouted for me but I did not reply.
Mum: Think he is sleeping already. Perhaps I would tell him you called ok?
Jane: Thanks Aunt Jamie.
Mum: Sure.
My mum knocked on my door gently.
Mum: Son, you ok to talk?
Me: Not today mum. Let me quiet down please. I will come out when I feel like it.
Mum: Ok.
The door opened and there Mel was back. She was my elder sister and my mum gestured her to the corner and whispered to her what happened.
Mel: Let him be mum. Let him cool things down himself. There’s no point in asking, it will make things worse. I will talk to him ok?
My sister knew me inside out. Even to the extent of knowing my email passwords and stuff. She knew that I have the habit of writing or venting my feelings online going by the name of ‘paintmylove’.
No one knew about my online presence as this was the one place for me to pen down all my thoughts and feelings that no friends would know. There were only virtual people online to support or comfort me.
Only my sis knew about my blog.
But never did I know she would be the one to betray me when she got a call from Jane.
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Oh my..
Continuation pleaseee..
Luckily he just saw her n that guy hold hands, not kissing..
It’ll hurt him more..
Kopi kor, your fans is all waiting!!!
Mel and Jane were good friends ever since I knew Jane. Everytime she comes to my house, Mel and Jane could talk for hours as they had too many similarities with each other. Same taste, same hobbies and almost identical personalities.
Jane: Hi Mel.
Mel: Hi.
Jane: How’s Max?
Mel: Not sure too. He had locked himself in the room.
Jane: I hope he is ok.
Mel: Maybe I guess. He must be writing on his blog right now to let out his feelings I guess. Its just his style. He’s an introvert when it comes to these issues.
Jane: Can I have the blog please?
Mel: Well…
Jane: Please Mel. I just want to know that he is ok. He saw me with Walter today.
Mel: I know. Mum told me.
Jane: Please Mel. Tell me the blog add please.
Mel: Alright then but you need to promise not to let him know. No one knows about his blog other than me and himself.
Jane: Promise.
Mel whispered the blog address to Jane and she wrote it down into her diary.
Jane: Thanks Mel.
Mel: Well, hope things go well.
Jane: I hope too. Good night Mel.
Mel: Good night Jane.
Jane immediately typed out the address and it did bring her to ‘paintmylove’, where she spent the entire night reading. And there were just some posts that make her feel really bad. Never did she knew how much she meant to him.
And in almost every single post was the same ending.
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