He leaned over the edge, cigarette in one hand, plastic cup filled with Jim Beam and coke in the other, and stared out across the horizon, or rather, at the next block of flats. This was the sad state of public housing. The utter lack of privacy due to the close proximity to the neighbouring blocks. He squinted his eyes to get a better look at what he thought were a couple fucking in front of their faux French windows.
Then, a tap on his shoulder caused him to drop his half-finished cigarette, 13 floors down. He hoped no one was unlucky enough to be walking down below. But then again, it was more likely that the cigarette would be extinguished before it even hit the ground.
J: Hey! Why are you out here by yourself?
Jane was his close friend since secondary school, and this was her yearly birthday party.
A: I needed some air. And you don’t like me smoking in your house.
J: Well come in soon ok? We are about to cut the cake.
A: Sure.
He lit another stick as she turned to re-enter the house, and resumed his voyeuristic behaviour.
This time however, he swore he saw the guys flash him a “thumbs-up”, or was it the middle finger?
Then, the curtains were drawn.
A sudden gust of cold wind and a clap of thunder startled him slightly. He finished the remains of his Bourbon and stubbed out the cigarette.
It was time to pretend he was happy again.
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aiya i thought I can be the 1st camper. Hahah coffeecans beat me to it.
The title looks interesting
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Setting up Camp!~
BBQ set up…
You guys are fast…
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Camper number 6 reporting strength sir!
Now I’m stressed…
My name is Alex. I am 33 years old. 1.78metres, 75kg. Slightly athletic body type. Loves sports, reading and chilling out. Currently employed on a project basis while I complete my Bachelors'.
He looked at it again and again.
Somehow, the more he read his online dating profile, the more he started to hate himself.
Almost mid-30’s and jobless. Still studying for a degree.
What the fuck happened to him?
He guessed his downfall could probably be traced all the way back to his primary school days.
He was a straight ‘A’ student in an all boys’ Catholic school. Hardworking, and with good values. Unfortunately, he fell in love when he was in Primary 6, and it all went downhill from there.
Who was his first love? Perhaps who would be a little inaccurate, but more of what.
His godfather had bought him a Personal Computer, a 486 system, as he foresaw that computers would be an integral part of life in the future, and he did not want him lagging behind.
And so his first love was a metal box covered in plastic with silicone internal parts.
His parents were not pleased that he was spending most his time playing games on the PC, but had the faith that he would do well enough to enter a good secondary school.
They failed to realise that besides this, he was also a soccer fanatic. Besides playing the beautiful game, he also loved to watch soccer on the television with his godfather and grandfather.
As expected, instead of doing well enough to enter a top secondary school, he found himself being tossed into the last class of the express stream in a neighbourhood school.
He did not really care, but was more concerned with not disappointing his parents further.
In any case, the transition from single-sex to co-ed was a huge one for him. Suddenly, he was surrounded by girls. Delicate little creatures who were on the verge of blossoming into women.
He was not unfamiliar with girls, as he had an older sister, and was often tormented by her. He watched her physical as well as emotional transformation, and was pretty much intrigued by it.
He did not, however, have the opportunity to interact with so many of the opposite sex. It would definitely be an interesting phase of his life.
Why did he even need an online dating profile? It was not as though he could not get the girls.
He was not that tall, but of above average height, his skin was perpetually tanned due to his involvement in sports. His body, well, what was once well-toned and athletic, now appeared to have ingested way too much alcohol and fried food. At least he still had a toned chest, broad shoulders and arms that filled out his t-shirts nicely. Perhaps he should try liposuction.
Being in a co-ed secondary school exposed him to girls. And like every hot-blooded male, he would ogle at the girls through the frosted louvered windows of the classroom after every physical education lesson.
The ratio of girls to guys was 3:1, and there was never a moment that he, or his fellow male classmates were not surrounded by girls.
It also helped that he was fit, with a toned body, and boyish looks. He was also part of the “clique”, a group of the supposedly most popular students in school. While he was not extremely good looking, he more than made up for it with his athleticism, his sharp wit, and his attention to detail. The only problem, a problem which plagued most of the boys that age, was his height.
At 1.47 meters, he was constantly dwarfted by the girls around him. He hated that puberty for girls came first. But loved that it gave him more to look at.
And that was how he met Jane.
She was part of the “clique” as well, but from the top class in school.
Being popular, as well as pretty, she was the proverbial swan whose flesh the toads were lusting after. But she was hardly a bimbo, and chose her friends carefully.
Standing at 1.65 meters, she towered over the majority of the secondary one boys. They would purposely walk behind her just to catch glimpses of her milky toned calves, and the skirt of her uniform swishing around her ass as she walked. Further up, it appeared that she was already out of the training bras, and into the underwires that supported her 34B twins. She wore her shoulder length hair in a simple ponytail, sometimes two, sometimes braided. Yes, she was definitely the school belle. And it was always after the school bell that the school belle would be followed around by hordes of amphibians.
At first, it was pretty obvious that he had little interest in girls. His life revolved around computer games and soccer.
His failure to make it to a top secondary school had put some unwanted pressure on him, but he always did well in his examinations. It was as though he was subconsciously showing his parents that he was not a failure.
He was also rather active in CCAs, having joined soccer, track and field, uniformed group, prefectorial board and strangely, the IT club.
His greatest wish was to represent the school in soccer, but due to his size, he was not even considered for the school team. Having failed there, he decided to concentrate on track and field and his uniformed group.
When he started secondary 2, he realised that his lack of height was indeed a problem. While his peers were already hitting the high end of 1.6meters, he was still floundering at the mid 1.5meters. Jane too, had probably peaked at her maximum height of 1.68meters, and her skirt seemed to have gotten shorter over the past year. Her blouse too had gotten tighter. He wondered if she was merely out to attract the attention of the guys.
But she was in the “clique” and there was no such need. Guys would be around her anyway.
Due to his track and field training, soccer and uniformed group activities, he was soon being surrounded by girls as well. Despite his height, his body was developing pretty nicely. All he needed now was some extra height.
All this while, he was not particularly close to Jane. She knew of his existence and acknowleged his presence, but he was never more than a schoolmate to her. Besides, she was more preoccupied with the attention of the hordes of other boys who were all vying for her attention.
Things started to change midway through the year. Jane did not have a CCA and was advised by her form teacher to get one, otherwise, she might not be able to accumulate enough CCA points to get a good grade to help in her entry to Junior College.
Having so many CCAs, Jane saw Alex as the perfect person to ask for advice.
The “clique” was out having lunch at a fast food outlet in a nearby shopping mall one day when Jane decided to make her move.
She took her tray of food and approached the table where he was at. He was rather oblivious to her presence, while his lunch companions could only ogle at her.
J: Hey shorty.
He ignored her.
His friend Ben nudged him.
B: Ehhh…. she’s talking to you…
A: Well, I have a name, and if she doesn’t even have the decency to address me by my name, I don’t think I have an obligation to answer.
Jane was taken aback. She was so used to being the center of attraction. But this guy was different. She was intrigued.
J: Hi Alex. May I join you?
Ben nearly choked on his fries. He had never heard Jane speak to anyone like that.
Alex looked up.
A: Why hello Jane. Sure you may join us.
He looked at Ben who dutifully shifted to the inside of the booth, letting Jane sit next to him, directly opposite Alex.
J: Thanks.
A: So how can I help you?
J: I need a CCA. Since you have so many, perhaps you could help me.
Alex thought about it for awhile.
A: I don’t think you want to play soccer or run around a track. How about the IT club?
J: I need a core CCA for the points.
A: Girl guides?
J: Erm. Don’t like the uniform.
A: Why don’t you join my uniformed group then?
J: I was meaning to ask. You seem like a pretty guyish guy. Why are you in that uniformed group?
B: Haha dude. Told ya it was sissy.
A: Well let’s see. I get to play with guns in NS, so NCC and NPCC don’t appeal to me. Boys Brigade seems more obsessed with getting badges over anything else. I was in scouts for a little while in primary school and it was boring. So…
J: Wait. That’s how you chose your CCA?
A: Not really. I get to learn a useful skill. All the uniformed groups have the basic things like footdrill and what not, but I’ll get to learn more useful things.
J: And you aren’t bothered by everyone saying its a sissy CCA?
A: Do I look like a sissy to you?
Jane reached forward and stroked his arm, running her fingers along his forearm up to his toned bicep. Ben choked on his coke. Alex hardly flinched.
J: You feel quite fit.
A: Precisely. So if you’re interested, I guess you could come down on Saturday.
Jane still had not removed her hand. She did not know what came over her. Usually, it was the guys who were clamouring to touch her, and when she touched them back, even on the arm, they would go delirious. Somehow she had no effect on Alex. She wondered if he was gay.
J: I’m interested. But you’ll have to guide me along. I’m one and a half years behind everyone else.
A: No problem. I could teach you some stuff.
J: Including CPR?
Ben choked on his coke again.
B: Hey, I’m from the same CCA. I could teach you CPR!
A: We aren’t qualified to teach CPR yet.
In the back of her mind, Jane had decided that yes, Alex was most likely gay, or really dense. Could he not see that she was outright flirting with him?
J: Ok then. I’ll be there on Saturday.
A: 8am. Be in PE attire and bring an additional change of clothes.
J: Ok. I’ll go join my friends now.
A: Sure.
With that, she took her tray and headed back to her friends, who immediately greeted her with wolf whistles and teasing.
B: Dude… She’s into you.
A: She is?
B: Don’t act dumb la.
A: Nah, she’s probably just flirting.
B: But she’s flirting with you.
A: Haha. So? She’s not interested. Trust me.
B: Oh man… what I wouldn’t give to have her stroke my hand… you sure you didn’t get a hard-on?
A: Dude, it takes more than a girl stroking my hand to get me hard.
B: Even one as hot as Jane?
A: If you get hard just like that, I guess your hormones are over the edge. Besides, I’m sure she isn’t interested in me. Come on, she hardly talked to me or us for that matter even though we’ve technically been going out for more than a year.
B: Jane touching my arm…..
Ben was still fantasizing.
Alex glanced over at Jane’s table and caught her glancing over as well. He smiled and she returned it.
She was intrigued by him. He was not like the other guys.
That signalled the start of a friendship that would span decades.
Jane was really interested in Alex. Not as a romantic partner, but more as a friend. After all, at their age, dating, romance, and sex should be the last things on their mind.
Alex, on the other hand, was definitely not interested in anything. Or perhaps he was merely socially awkward around girls. But he did not know that.
In any case, Jane showed up bright and early at 7am on Saturday. She really did not have much interest in uniformed groups or even CCAs for that matter, but somehow, something changed. Even she could not explain it.
As usual, Alex was already there, doing his morning physical training before the mandatory physical training that the seniors in the uniformed group would conduct.
As he was completing his final set of push ups, he smelt an unfamiliar scent. Jane stood in front of him. He looked up, following her milky white legs all the way up, to her black FBTs, and her PE t-shirt. She squatted down to talk to him. Her perfume was rather overpowering, but that was definitely not the source of distraction. The neck of her t-shirt was rather loose, and he caught sight of a deep valley, encased by a pink bra. He felt something stir. He totally did not expect it. So far, his only erections came from watching the porn vcds that his neighbour had procured.
J: Hi!
He tried to ignore her and carried on with his push ups. But the smell was exhilirating.
He stopped, sat down and immediately regretted it as he was sure his erection was visible.
A: Hi Jane. You’re early.
J: Yeah, my dad dropped me off.
He sat cross legged and pretended to do some stretching.
A: You know, maybe perfume is not such a good idea.
J: Oh? Ok…
A: And we’ll be in the sun quite a bit. You’re quite fair.
J: Haha. I’ve always wanted a tan. But never seemed to be able to get one. See…
She slid down her t-shirt off one shoulder and pulled aside her bra-strap, trying to show him the absence of tan lines.
A: Oh my…
Now he had a raging hard-on. What was happening to him?
B: Yo Alex!
Ben called out from a distance. Jane immediately adjusted her t-shirt.
Ben came running over.
B: You didn’t wait for me again.
A: The last time you said you didn’t want to. Save energy or something.
B: Well, not so intense la. By the way, Jane, you smell really good.
J: Thanks Ben.
B: Oh my god! She knows my name!
He was happy as a lark.
J: Er. I’m standing right here.
B: Oops. I got carried away.
A: Let me rest for a bit, then I’ll bring you to see the teacher-in-charge.
B: Jane, do you want to do it with me?
J: Do what???
B: Er, exercise?
She moved next to him, held his hand and leaned into him. He felt her boobs press against his arm.
J: What kind of exercise?
B: Oh my god. Erm, normal exercise. Stuff like that.
J: How about next time? I don’t want to see the teacher-in-charge when I’m sweaty.
Ben felt his ego, as well as something down below deflate instantly.
B: Oh ok.
A: Well, let’s go. I’m not so sure about the administrative processes for you to be joining us this late.
J: Ok. But hey, better late then never right?
A: Right.
So Jane managed to join the uniformed group, even though it was mid way through the year.
As expected, her enrolment also meant a large jump in recruitment of guys into what was supposedly a sissy uniformed group. No prizes for guessing why they joined.
So it was either bad luck, or the teacher-in-charge’s immense faith in Alex that made him the cadet in charge of getting the new recruits up to speed on all the lessons and tests they missed in the past one and a half years. The main aim was to ensure that all of them were ready to go for, and at least secure a pass for the upcoming basic non-commissioned officers training course that was held in December.
Alex somehow relished the task. It was the first time someone actually placed such a huge responsibility onto his shoulders. It also set the stage for his future leadership role in the uniformed group. Not suprisingly, he roped Ben in to help him, along with another female cadet named Grace.
The rest of the year passed rather uneventfully, and all of the new recruits managed to make it for the NCO training course.
Due to sheer fate or luck or whatever you called it, Jane and Alex ended up in the same section, while Ben was in the same platoon.
As usual, the guys from the other school were besotted by Jane, while the girls were insanely jealous. Alex made sure that nothing untoward happened to her. He was protective of her that way.
During the course, Alex was selected for various leadership roles such as Section IC, Platoon IC and even Course IC. Somehow he felt that maybe someone was torturing him, for it was certainly a lot of work and responsibility, especially for a 14 year old. But he was being assessed all the way, even getting positive appraisals from the instructors and officers from other schools.
After a gruelling 3 day course and 5 day camp where the trainees were put through the various drills and lessons, including an absurdly long hike around Singapore, they finally broke camp.
Alex and Ben were heading out of the school where the camp was held to the bus stop when Jane called out to them.
J: Hey guys. Can I treat you dinner or something? I might not have survived the training if not for your help.
A: Oh. It’s ok. It was our duty-
B: Dinner sounds great! How about a kiss too!
A: What the?
Jane dropped her bags and ran up to Ben and kissed him on the cheek. He felt himself go weak in the knees.
B: Woah. Wasn’t expecting that.
The horde of boys behind Jane immediately turned away dejected. They were intending to get her number.
J: Come here Alex.
A: What?
He did not move, so Jane went up to him and attempted to kiss him too. In his haste to turn his face away from her to avoid the kiss, her lips accidentally met his. For a full two seconds.
Ben’s jaw dropped. Alex’s duffle bag dropped from his hand.
The hopes of all the boys behind them dropped as well.
Alex pushed her away slightly.
A: I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean for that to happen.
J: I’m not sorry.
She smiled at him.
J: Now how about dinner?
B: Let’s go.
The three of them headed off to the bus stop.
Back in the school foyer, Grace felt a sharp pain in her chest. Perhaps her asthma was acting up. It was an unfamiliar ache. A single tear rolled down her cheek. She had been meaning to ask Alex out for the longest time. Now it seemed that her plan had been wrecked by that bitch Jane. She gripped the strap of her bag so tightly that her knuckles turned white, and watched as the three of them walked out of the school gates.
Dinner was at a McDonald’s nearby. The three of them ate in relative silence.
Ben was literally over the moon that Jane had kissed him but was kind of pissed that Alex somehow got it on the lips. Accidental or not.
How he longed to kiss those soft lips of hers. He imagined that they were as sweet as the coke he was drinking. He envisioned running his hands down her shoulders, her arms, resting on her hips, giving her butt a little squeeze, before moving slowly upwards to her mounds, cupping them ever so slightly, feeling the softness of her chest through her t-shirt and whatever bra she was wearing. His fingers would run amok, seeking out the little raisins, pinching them, tweaking them, feeling then stiffen under his touch. He imagined her moaning under his masterful touch, writhing, squirming, begging him for more.
J: Ben?
Alex smacked him across the back of his head.
A: Stop dreaming!
He instantly awoke from his daydream and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He felt a slight stickiness in his underwear. Such was the power Jane had over him.
B: Huh? What?
J: I asked how you did for your exams?
B: Oh. Erm. Ok la. Not to bad. Still in express next year. How about you?
J: Pure science. Alex?
A: Er. Same.
B: Same as me or her?
A: Same as Jane.
J: That’s great! We can be classmates!
Jane was secretly ecstatic. She gave him a hug but he tried to shrug her off.
Now Ben was jealous. Insanely jealous. Why did Jane seem to like Alex better than him? He helped her and the other new recruits just as much. And he was way taller than Alex. No doubt Alex had a better body, and was slightly more good-looking, but surely Jane would not want to be seen walking around with a shorty.
But then again, Alex was his close friend. Perhaps he should not fight with him over a girl. He wondered how applicable the age-old adage of “Bros before Hos” was in this situation.
Besides, Alex did not seem the least bit interested in Jane. So if he worked hard, he was sure that one day he could win her over.
But wild thoughts started to enter his mind. Alex was from an all boys’ primary school. What if he was gay? He shuddered at the thought. What if he was interested in him? Now he choked on his coke again.
Alex patted him on the back.
A: Stop daydreaming. You can’t even drink properly.
Jane laughed.
Ben watched as her chest bounced up and down when she laughed. If at 14 years old she already had a B-cup, he wondered how much more she would grow. Somehow his imagination took over again and before long, both Alex and Jane were ready to go.
J: Bye Ben!
B: Huh? What?
A: We’re heading home.
B: Oh.
J: You guys need a lift? My mom is on the way. Somewhere.
A: Nah it’s ok. I’ve got a direct bus.
J: Ben?
B: Where do you stay?
J: Siglap.
Ben nudged Alex.
B: It’s along the way leh.
A: I don’t wish to impose.
J: It’s really ok. The car is big.
A: Well….
B: Go lah…
J: Yeah! We can continue chatting in the car.
A: Ok…
They walked to the nearby bus stop and waited for a short while when a silver multi-purpose vehicle pulled into the bus bay.
Jane and Ben climbed into the middle row of seats while Alex took the back row.
Jane was slightly disappointed, but carried on with her cheerful demeanour.
Alex spent the ride home in silence, listening to Jane and Ben talk about themselves.
He thought that they made a cute couple.
Little did he know that he was the one Jane was interested in. Even if he did know, he chose to ignore it.
At that point of time, Grace was at home on her computer, logged on to ICQ, eagerly awaiting Alex to get home and log on as well. She had a lot of things to tell him.
Upon reaching home, Alex logged on to ICQ as usual.
Grace was expecting him.
G: Hey. Can I ask you something?
A: Yeah?
G: Do you like Jane?
A: Huh? What kind of a question is that?
G: Just answer it. I saw her kiss you and you were behaving intimately.
A: Right. The kiss was an accident. No I don’t like Jane.
G: Ok. Good. Do you like me?
A: Huh??
G: Yes or no?
A: Well, you’re my friend. We’re squadmates.
G: Do you think we’ll be together in a relationship?
A: What kind of a question is that???
G: I liked you since sec 1. I think you are a very nice person. Helpful, funny, charming.
A: So? I’m like this to any one. Girl or guy.
G: Do you like me?
A: Er. I don’t know.
G: I want you to be my boyfriend.
A: Why?
G: Because I like you!
A: That’s not a very good reason is it?
G: Fine.
Grace logged off.
Alex wondered what the fuck just happened but ignored it anyway.
He had never wondered about what it was like to like a girl before. Or to have someone admit that they liked him. He hung around mIRC for awhile before shutting down his computer.
Bored, he took out an old photo album from his sec 1 uniformed group end of year camp.
Browsing through the prints, he realised something that he had not realised before. In each and every photograph, besides Ben, Grace was always next to him.
Grace was around 1.6meters, slim, rather tanned due to the uniformed group activities, and had pretty toned legs due to the footdrills. She had long hair, reaching all the way to her lower back, but she always kept it tied up in a bun or ponytail. She was not as curvy as Jane, and her chest was probably an A cup, but her legs were so well toned that they were the envy of most guys, Alex included.
Alex closed the album.
What did she mean when she said she liked him?
Jane was pretty warm towards him too. Did that mean she liked him as well?
He laughed to himself, dismissing the possibility. After all, he was still shorter than most guys his age. Not that he was truly bothered by it, but sometimes he wished he was a little taller.
He turned off the light and lay on his bed. He was extremely tired from the camp but he simply could not sleep.
Well, at least he still had 3 weeks of school holidays to relax and prepare for a new chapter of his life in secondary 3.