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I am not allowed to bring Joanne to any functions or introduce her to my relatives as my girlfriend.
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It will be compulsory for Joanne to attend etiquette lessons if we stay together for more than a period of 2 years.
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I was to be introduced to my mum’s friend’s daughter (the same one mentioned previously) and I would bring her to several functions/ family gatherings.
I am sorry that I have been so so busy. Will be travelling soon so will have little chances to update. But I’ll still update as much as I can!
It is obvious that I was questioned by my parents when I got home. They wanted to know why I chose Joanne and needed me to address key issues such as her obvious lack of etiquette training. They were not looking for a sweet, down to earth girl like Joanne but more of somebody which I could have around my waist and was familiar with the lifestyle we led.
I had a heated discussion with them till late and the issue was resolved when we worked together to come up with a deal.
I could tell that my parents were trying to break Joanne and I up but at least they were willing to agree to a compromise that would still allow us to stay together.
13 May 2012
I was roused from my fairy-tale dream by my dad who was standing at my door, knocking incessantly. It seemed my parents were so anxious for me to meet that girl that I needed to be awoken at 10am.
My mum already picked a set of clothes for me and they were neatly laid on the sofa in my living area. It was nothing too formal, consisting of just a shirt (which I folded the sleeves up) and a pair of jeans.
My mum and I were escorted into a private room upon reaching the hotel where we were dining. The waitress slid the door shut and started serving some of the cold dishes which my mum ordered beforehand. I was tempted to reach for the fried Angel Fish when the door slid open again.
A middle aged lady a little younger than my mum walked in followed by a slim girl a little younger than me. My mum’s friend was not particularly good looking but I sure took a second glance at her daughter.
She had naturally curly hair which extended to her chest area and porcelain white skin. At first glance, I would have thought she was part Caucasian but it could also have been the lighting in the private room.
We were introduced to each other before we sat down next to each other on the large round table. Hi, Candice.
Thought I’d share a list of characters, accurate as of now since things might be getting a little messy. Also, since I won’t have time to update these 2 weeks, please feel free to take this time as a Q&A session and fire away haha.
Alice
• Spoilt brat
• 17 Years old
• 165cm tall, 49kg
• Sporty
• B cup boobs
• Level mates with Joanne
Candice:
• Not much known at the moment
• Mum’s friend’s daughter
• Met her mum occasionally in the past
• Porcelain white skin
• Hair looks a little brown/ yellow
• Filthy rich parents
• ~169cm, not more than 50kg
Joanne:
• My beloved girlfriend
• 17 Years Old
• 158cm, 42kg
• Parents have normal job. Dad works in a local SMB as a book-keeper, mum is a teacher.
• Dancer
• AA cup boobs
• Down to earth, demure, lives in a typical HDB flat
Natalie:
• 18 Years Old
• Studying in a local JC
• Rachel’s friend
• 160cm, ~50kg
• A cup boobs
Rachel:
• 18 Years Old
• 167cm, 47kg
• A cup boobs
• Sporty, currently in the same CCA as Joanne
• Horny little girl, maybe bi-sexual, doesn’t wear shorts under her school skirt
• Knows exactly what buttons to push when she’s turning me on
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Originally Posted by
noobgunZ
Candice’ description sounds exotic im trying to imagine what will you do to her ts
Haha exotic? I hardly know her yet. Besides she’s my mum’s friend’s daughter! What could I do…
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Originally Posted by
sinetic8
keep the story going! nice description of the girls!
Haha the story will go on… When I have the time to write again.
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Originally Posted by
WithoutEuu
Q&A time ar.. You say de ar bro!
Mai kong bo, Here comes my question..
Which one can you pass to me or can i have?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Hahaha you can have Alice LOL. Help yourself please.
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Originally Posted by
gotnotime
Nice one! Gotnotime to write, but got time to read story
Eh no la bro. I don’t even come here often anymore.
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Originally Posted by
WithoutEuu
I haven text her yet sia.. Me no big big car like you.. How to even try?
Err hahaha you’re older and more mature mah… Can show her the way
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Originally Posted by
allblack
Bro BMW, you on hiatus mate?
Sorry bro. Had some emergency had to fly. Currently overseas now. No time. Will write when things are better
Thank you everyone for your kind words of encouragement when I was away. I’m still extremely busy and all but I’ve decided to write as a form of de-stressing. So here goes
Lunch was far from pleasant. It was obvious that neither Candice nor I were particularly happy to be at this “blind date” and could not wait for it to end. Yet, the presence of our mothers meant that it was impossible for us to end lunch prematurely and part ways.
Our conversations were forced, mostly initiated by our mothers – not that it happened very often either. I felt like an object my mum was trying to sell. Oh so I got 1.3 for my MSG last semester and oh, her GPA was 3.5! And guess what, she likes reading and, and, and… SO DO I!
It was obvious from the facts that we were both raising our eyebrows at our mothers that they were not very successful in trying to bring us together. I fought the urge to take out my phone to access Facebook and I could be sure that Candice was feeling exactly the same.
Lunch ended with our mothers exchanging our numbers and making sure that we saved it on our phones. We finally parted ways at the hotel porch where she got into an E plate Ghost behind our Phantom. And guess what, my mum wasn’t done yet.
Mum: You should be a gentleman and call her to ask her out.
Me: Why! You said I was to bring her to functions, not dates!
Mum: It’s only right that you take her out after getting her number!
Me: It’s ridiculous! Must I ask every girl in my contact list out then?
Mum: Don’t be ridiculous! Just do as I say.
I resigned to fate and took out my black 4S and searched for her number. I propped myself against the Mahogany door stills and pressed call, praying that she would not pick up.
C: Hello! BMW69! So nice of you to call!
Me: *I did a quick mental face palm before smiling and answering* - Yes! I really enjoyed lunch with you and I was wondering if you’d like to head to the Art Science Museum with me next Saturday.
C: Why, I’d be delighted to. Pick me up at 10 in the morning next Saturday.
I sensed the slight sarcasm in her voice and uttered some pleasantries before tapping the End Call button.
Mum: Yes, that’s a good boy. Your dad and I won’t be in Singapore next weekend but I still expect you to take good care of her. Understand?
Me: Yes…
Next Saturday is going to be a looooong day.
Life went on as usual after that. There was still school on Monday and there was still a ton of homework to be done. I had to maintain my relationship with Joanne while keeping Natalie entertained enough. Thank goodness Rachel was self-sufficient. I continued to go out with Joanne and managed to spare some time for Natalie during the week. Before I knew it, it was Saturday.
Saturday, 20 May 2012
I arrived outside Candice’s house 5 minutes early and found a parking spot a short walk away from her house. The automatic gates swung open after I spoke through the intercom and identified myself to her domestic helper. Somehow I expected Candice to be waiting for me in her house when I entered, but on the contrary, she was nowhere to be seen.
Her maid finally came with a glass of iced water and requested I wait for Candice as she was still bathing. I could hear the faint sound of running water and took out my phone, thinking that it would just be a short wait. Boy, how wrong I was.
Candice appeared more than an hour later, wearing a blue chongsam like dress that ended at her knees. The slit was so high I thought her panties would have been exposed. I held the front door open for her and watched as she slid into a pair of really tall heels. I’m not usually a good judge of shoe height but I’d say it was about 4-5” tall.
I led her to the Rapide parked near her house and pulled out the keys to unlock the door. I’m not sure if she mistook my car for the Hyundai parked nearer to us but she burst into a screaming fit.
C: No way am I getting into that piece of junk!
She stomped off towards her house before I could open my mouth and I stood there for a moment, wondering what I did. Not wanting to receive a complaint from her mum, I ran down the slope after her, catching her while she was entering her house. She rummaged through her huge Prada bag before walking towards a parked Bentley.
C: Drive my car instead. And for God’s sake! Please get yourself a better car next time!
She stood outside the passenger door, arms crossed, as if waiting for someone to open it for her. I take that back. It was obvious that she was waiting for me to open the door for her. I sighed in resignation and dragged my feet over to her side of the car. Keyless entry and ignition proved helpful since Candice did not pass me the keys to her car.
The 6L engine came to life with a soft rumble and I navigated through the fleet of other cars in the compound – a little faster than she would have liked.
C: Don’t damage my car or I’ll make sure you pay.
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Originally Posted by
noobgunZ
Finally the wait is over something to read. Looking forward For more
Your wish has been fulfilled haha
We were almost at the Art Science Museum when Candice crudely told me she wasn’t interested in museums. I heaved a sigh of relief as I only suggested going there because it would greatly please my mum. Candice suggested we head to MBS for lunch anyway before proceeding elsewhere to spend the afternoon.
We were quickly whisked into Sky on 57 despite the long queue outside for those without a reservation. I pulled out the chair for Candice before taking a seat and ordering a few dishes I like, from the back of my head. I asked Candice for her order and did the same for her before the young waiter left us to our own devices.
Candice and I had a conversation with each other while typing away furiously on our iPhones, waiting for our food to arrive. The atmosphere was so much more relaxed without the presence of our parents and their ever watchful eyes. I learnt that Candice liked scuba diving and spent a large part of her holidays out at sea. I immediately suggested that she could perhaps take me along when she went for another such trip.
Lunch was delightful as always and I found Candice to be a wonderful conversation partner. She probed more into what my family did and apologised for mistaking the car I took. As I told her more about myself, I could sense that she was slowly dropping her proud and mighty attitude – just so slightly.
Two hours passed quickly and we noticed that many of the patrons were already streaming out of the restaurant slowly. I suggested that we continue the conversation elsewhere but Candice wanted to go home, so that she could change into something more comfortable before we headed out again.
She was less critical of my driving on the way back, even as I drove at great speed on the expressway. The Continental was not as silent as the Phantom but I reminded myself that I was driving a sports car, hidden behind a Bentley badge.
I parked the car back where I got it from and went to fetch my car while Candice went to change. I waited with the engine idling until she finally walked out of her house looking very different. She had let her curly hair down, free flowing in contrast to the pony tail it was in. She also changed into a black V-neck tee and denim shorts, complete with a pair of converse high-top sneakers.
We drove to East Coast Park where I parked outside one of the many blocks of old HDB flats. I had to run over to collect Candice again from the other side of the car. Either she is used to the princess treatment or that she was purposely making me do these stupid things. Nevertheless, I enjoyed watching her long and seemingly never ending legs climb out of the car. They looked so flawless, without the slightest scratch on them.