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What the hell has Alex done to all of us?
What what? Besides, you’re the only one reading…
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I also waiting for your update.
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So very not true~
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I too am waiting for ur updates!!
Didn’t realise I still had avid readers… lol.
Update coming up…
After my modelling assignment later. Lol.
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Can’t wait for TS’ next update
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This post made me as a silent reader to make a post.
I am waiting for your daily updates everyday too!!
Lol. Ok. Seems like there are lots of silent readers…
The first day was mainly orientation. Alex was getting extremely bored. He wondered why the hell he had chosen this Junior College. History, Literature, Economics and Mathematics C was not a subject combination he was confident about. As it is, his first 3 months in XXJC was spent in the Science stream.
He could not wait for the day to end and his first training to start.
Strangely, he had yet to see Jane. He was pretty sure she did well enough to stay in this Junior College, and definitely in the Science stream. Or perhaps she was still pissed at him for abandoning her. They had not talked since that day and the majority of his time was spent training or with Grace. He wanted to talk to her, to apologise, but somehow he could not do so.
Meanwhile, Brenda was restless in class. This Alex guy was somehow affecting her. He was definitely checking her out. She crossed and uncrossed her legs in class, trying to get rid of that strange sensation below. Was Alex using some pheromonal cologne? Why the hell was she feeling horny? No doubt she was already sexually active with her boyfriend, but only on weekends as he was serving the country.
Grace was also struggling in class. Her O level prelims were coming. While she was glad she was not pregnant by the bastard Ben, she was a little worried about having a record with the Institute of Mental Health. She was sure she was not crazy but she definitely needed some help coping. Especially with her sexual addiction. Ben had turned her into sex maniac and she found herself masturbating almost every day. She very much wanted Ben to fuck her again. Hard, just the way she liked it. But he had practically disappeared from the face of the Earth. Even when Alex tried looking for him to make him take some responsibility for his actions, no one knew where he was. Grace was lucky that Christine was aware of what had happened, and acted as her ad hoc counselor whenever she needed someone to talk to. Grace also wanted to patch up with Alex, but she knew that realistically, that was never going to happen.
The seconds ticked by slowly, and Alex could not wait to get on the track again.
After dismissal Alex headed to the gym first as it was still early. Strangely the gym was empty except for an extremely long pair of tanned legs and a very perky butt.
Brenda was there too, probably getting a weights session in before training started. And Alex had caught her just as she was bent over, stretching her calves.
A: Wow. Nice.
Brenda pretended to jump up in surprise. But she had seen Alex enter the gym through the full length mirrors and had held the stretch for longer than required on purpose. Her boyfriend did say before that she had a good body for doggy style.
B: Hey. Don’t be so perverted.
A: Who me? What did I do?
B: You were staring at my ass.
A: No I wasn’t.
B: Don’t bluff.
A: Bluff you got money to take?
B: Haha. Ok. But I know you were looking at my ass.
Alex ignored her and placed his belongings on a bench nearby. He stripped off his uniform top and folded it nicely before rummaging through his bag for his running vest. Brenda’s jaw dropped as she admired his well-toned body. She felt the saliva accumulating in her mouth and quickly swallowed it. She could not wait for him to remove his pants.
Thankfully for Alex and sadly for Brenda, he was already wearing his FBT shorts under his pants. Brenda turned away in disappointment and proceeded to stretch her back, raising her hands above her head and thrusting her C cups out. She was hoping that Alex would sneak a glance over but he did not, probably afraid of a potential sexual harrassment complaint.
After packing his uniform into his bag, Alex proceeded to the matted area for his stretching.
As he sat down and tried to touch his toes, he realised that he had not been stretching properly since his last competition which was a couple of months ago. He was now extremely inflexible and stiff.
A: Damn.
B: What?
A: Nothing. Lost some flexibility. Haven’t stretched properly in awhile.
Brenda saw her opportunity.
B: I’ll help you.
A: What? No it’s ok.
But she was already behind him.
B: Spread your legs wider. Stretch your hands out.
A: Look. I know how to- owww… what the fuck…
Brenda cut him off mid sentence and pushed his shoulders all the way forward, her knees gripping onto his hips.
Alex really had not been stretching much.
A: Ow ow ow ow ow. Ok. That’s enough.
B: Hold it there and don’t move until I say so!
A: What?
Brenda leaned forward and her breast brushed against his back. She slid her hands down his upper arms on the pretext of helping him stretch, but was in fact feeling his triceps.
Alex could feel it, but all he could do was grimace. This bitch was way worse than his previous coach when forcing a stretch. But at least it was boobs pressing against his back and not the knees of his ex coach. Unfortunately, he was really regretting his choice of only wearing his FBTs without briefs. For slowly but surely, little Alex was being awakened from his slumber.
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Nice one bro! Keep it coming. Any luck with christine?
Bro… this is a fictional account.
But since you asked… I guess I could crap something out…
A: Ow ow ow ow ow ow… stop. I think I pulled something.
B: Don’t be a wimp. Just 5 more seconds.
Alex held it here for the required time and breathed a huge sigh of relief when Brenda released him. He did not know if it was because she was absurdly strong, or if he was getting weak.
B: Now stretch your hamstrings.
A: Wait wait. Let me rest for awhile.
B: Wimp.
Brenda forcibly twisted Alex’s shoulders to turn him to his left side and forced him forward. He felt a weird pull on his left groin.
A: Owww… fuck. Stop. I think I pulled something.
B: Quit complaining and stretch!
A: No really.
He shrugged her off and lay down, rubbing his thigh.
Brenda went in front of him.
B: Where does it hurt?
She knelt down and grabbed his left thigh.
A: What are you doing?
He pushed her hands away.
B: You’re really wimpy for someone who looks so fit and strong.
She grabbed his thigh again and forcefully massaged inwards towards his groin.
A: You don’t have to-
He was cut off when she found the offensive spot.
A: Ahh… yes… that’s where I think I pulled something.
Brenda smiled and continued rubbing the area.
B: I don’t think it’s pulled. Just tight. You really need to stretch more.
Alex thought that by engaging her in conversation, she might not notice his erection.
Brenda concentrated on trying to release the knots in his inner thigh.
A: You’re pretty good at this.
B: Yup, used to get this all the time.
She continued massaging and her hand “accidentally” brushed against his rod.
B: Woah. What’s that hard thing?
Alex blushed.
A: Sorry. Natural reaction.
She brushed against it again.
B: Why is it pointing to the left? I can’t massage your leg properly.
A: Err..
Alex was about to shift his dick away when Brenda forcibly removed his shorts.
A: What the??!!!
Brenda gasped as his cock sprang out. It was long, thick, and rippling with veins. She gulped. He was way bigger than her boyfriend. And he was cleanly shaven.
B: Oh my god.
She continued massaging his thigh but was getting distracted by his raging boner.
Alex wanted to find a hole, crawl into it and die. He had never felt so embarrassed before. He had barely introduced himself to this girl, probably a year two senior, and yet little Alex decided to jump the gun and make himself known to her.
Brenda kept her eyes on his twitching stick as she tried her best to continue massaging his thigh. But she was severely distracted.
A: Erm, Brenda?
She snapped out of her daze.
B: Yes?
A: My leg feels better.
B: Oh?
She removed her hands but continued staring at his manhood.
A: Erm. You’re sitting on my shorts.
She ignored him and instead, extended a finger and lightly stroked him along the shaft. Alex inhaled deeply.
B: May I?
Alex did not know what she wanted but he nodded anyway.
B: Looks like it needs some relief too.
She circled one hand around the base and the other on top of it. There was still alot of it left. She was truly amazed.
Brenda leaned forward and released a copious amount of saliva from her mouth, letting it coat his dickhead and flow down the shaft before wanking him slowly with both hands. Alex squirmed. No one had touched him like this for a long time.
Through mere wanking alone, Brenda felt herself increasing in wetness down below.
B: Are your hands working?
A: Huh?
B: Touch me.
She grabbed his hand and guided it between her legs, pushing aside the inner lining of her FBTs. She too was not wearing any underwear.
B: Feel that wetness?
A: Yeah.
B: Stick your finger in.
Alex did as he was told. The second his middle finger went in, he felt her pussy tighten. He probed around slightly for the spot, listening carefully for her moans. He felt the juices around his finger increase as he finger-fucked her.
Brenda was getting damn excited. In her mind, Alex was definitely not a virgin from the way he fingered her. He could find all the right spots. Soft moans escaped her lips. Without warning, she got on top of him and pinned her hands above him.
A: Stop! What are you doing?
B: Fuck me Alex.
He struggled.
A: I can’t.
B: Why not? You’re attached? It’s ok I have a boyfriend.
A: I’m single.
B: Then?
A: I’m a virgin.
Brenda released his hands and looked at him in mock horror.
B: You’re kidding.
A: No really.
B: Are you some kind of weird Christian? Saving it for marriage?
A: I’m Catholic.
B: So you don’t want to have sex?
A: Well….
B: I’ll be gentle.
Once again, Alex was thrust into a position where his excellent decision making skills were called into question.
What would he do now?
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Ben looked around furtively before inserting the key into the keyhole.
He had kept a low profile after learning about Grace’s attempted suicide, and even skipped results collection at school, preferring to collect it at the Ministry of Education instead.
As he entered the house, not his own obviously, he went straight to the room he was renting and shut the door. He was lucky enough to find a part time job that paid him enough to rent the room. His landlord was hardly around anyway.
He turned on his computer and cleared his junk emails before logging on to his favourite game, Shattered Galaxy.
School was boring. He wondered why he actually chose that course in the polytechnic, part of him wanted to enlist early and escape from all the trouble he had caused, maybe even sign on with the army and hope for an overseas posting to another country.
He did feel sorry for Grace. He knew he had did her a great wrong. But he consoled himself with the fact that she wanted it too.
Meanwhile, Christine had just finished her last class for the day and was heading back to the staff room. It was Wednesday, and she wanted to let her hair down and enjoy herself at ladies night.
She was ambushed in the corridor by Grace.
G: Ms. Tan?
C: Yes Grace?
Grace rushed forward and hugged her. Christine felt her C cups being squashed. It was a bad day to wear an underwire.
G: Thank you for being there for me.
C: Oh it’s my job. How are you feeling now?
G: I’m good. Alex has been very nice to me.
C: How is he? I heard he managed to enter ABCJC?
G: Yes. He’s doing fine too. I’m glad he wasn’t too affected by what I did to him.
C: You are still young, with a bright future ahead of you. Everyone makes mistakes. Learn from them and move on.
G: Yes Ms. Tan. I will. Thanks again.
Grace took her leave and Christine entered the staff room.
She smiled to herself. She was glad to have been able to help Grace somehow.
She took out her mobile phone from the drawer and texted her friends.
C: Club tonight? I’ve had a long day.
She sat on her chair and lay back while waiting for their replies.
As it turned out, none of them were free, so she decided that she would go herself.
She shut down her computer and grabbed her bag, heading home to change before heading out to her favorite club.
She arrived around 9 and headed straight for the bar. It was easier for her to lose control without the company of her friends. It was not that they were uptight, but she felt that as a teacher, she should at the very least maintain some sort of decorum.
Tonight, she was dressed to thrill. Her strapless figure hugging tube dress meant her globes were threatening to spill out, but thankfully, they were large enough to hold up the dress.
C: Vodka cranberry please.
The bartender acknowledged her order.
It was still early and the crowd was not yet in. Christine looked around for any suitable guy to dance with but found none.
Disappointed, she finished her drink in a single gulp and proceeded to the dancefloor alone.
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Ugh did I missed out something? The latest updates seems to be like Kenna chop off.. One moment Brenda and Alex are going at it. Next moment Alex is at his own house.. Sorry EoS.. I blur.
Erm. The last update was about other characters. Alex is still in the gym with Brenda.
This is the beauty of fiction.
I can write anything I want.
Lol.
Christine soon got bored of dancing by herself. No one had come up to dance with her. She started to feel demoralized again.
She hsd managed to lose her surplus weight through jogging and aerobics but somehow guys were still not attracted to her.
She headed back to the bar counter and ordered another vodka cranberry along with a vodka redbull.
She had not had a man since her ex left her and her only companions had been her fingers and the dildo her friends had bought for her as a prank birthday gift, not expecting her to actually use it.
The sight of Grace and Ben fucking at the chalet had reignited her feelings of lust and motivated her to exercise more. Thankfully, her good genes ensured her boobs stayed the same size. But now she was really wondering why she could not get a man.
Was it because she was so used to being strict with her students in the day that her strictness manifested itself into her looks at night? Could it be that her glasses caused her to look more intellectual than she wanted, thus causing all the guys who wanted a free fuck to steer clear of her?
She really wondered. It was hard enough getting to know guys when she was with her friends and yet now that she was alone, she still could not meet anyone. It was fucking ladies night for crying out loud. Where were all the men?
Christine ordered another vodka redbull, bringing her drinks total to 4 that night. She was sufficiently high, yet still could not muster the courage to approach a guy, seduce him, and perhaps get a good fuck.
C: A long island tea please.
Meanwhile, Ben had just finished his nightshift and returned to his rented room. His landlord was still not around. He often wondered where she was. Her day job was office hours, so why was she not around at night? It was like he had the whole damn house to himself.
Feeling hungry, he cooked some instant noodles and settled down in front of the television. He had to remember to replenish the food and drinks in the house. His rent was already absurdly cheap and he did not want his landlord to think that he was freeloading on her goodwill.
Frankly, he was a little surprised to be able to get such a deal. All the other places he had considered were either too inaccessible, or had rather strict rules for tenants. His current landlord or rather, landlady probably had no experience in this, thus explaining the absurdly cheap rent and obscene amount of freedom he had in the house.
Finishing his noodles, he took a shower and got dressed, climbing into bed. He was seriously more used to sleeping with only his shorts, but out respect for his landlady, he wore a tshirt as well. Thank goodness for the air conditioning.
He was almost in dreamland when he heard keys rattling and the front door opening. The door slammed shut and he heard footsteps pounding towards his room. He shut his eyes and pretended to sleep.
His room door opened and he smelt the distinct smell of alcohol.
His landlady climbed onto his bed and pulled down his shorts, taking his flaccid penis into her mouth.
Ben immediately sat up and pushed her away.
B: Christine! What are you doing???