3 storey house it may be but it’s actually sitting on a rather modest foot print.
That was the first time I set foot into Selene’s place.
I was eager to explore the house but that could wait.
Exploring is something I prefer to do on my own.
I kept the 2 bottles of stash in my bag and just displayed the other stuff we bought on the dining table.
I have the idea of pretending to drink the bottle of plain water while I ply the girls with drinks. Things like these happen in the movies.
Even better, while plying them with drinks, I can pretend to drink from another bottle which is just plain water. Since they can do it in the movies, it should be pretty much the same in real life.
6.30pm
With the TV on, the girls chatted away, competing with the volume coming out from the speakers. I knew it was girl talk so I kept a polite distance and focus more on the TV.
7.00pm
Selene asked me to help close all the sliding doors.
James : Why ?
Selene : Aircon.
I nodded and went to the kitchen and yard area.
Spying with my little eye, I saw the washing machine, laundry basket and drying rack all clustered in the back.
I slid the door close and latched the lock, it made a really loud snapping sound.
I undid the lock but kept the door closed, turning around, Selene was at the far end of the living room, and my sis was none the wiser.
I closed another smaller door which led to a small garden near the dining area and as Selene approached, I latched it with a snap.
By 7.30pm , the entire area was sufficiently cooled and amidst the Tv programs, we snacked and drank the soft drinks.
My sister gave our parents a call, informing them we’ll be out late at Selene’s place.
8.00pm
I was expecting the conversation to die down a little but the girls somehow have so much to talk about.
I made a proposal of having some games while waiting for the countdown and although my sister was a little reluctant, they agreed eventually.
Selene brought out some cards and we settled down at the living room.
I volunteered to bring the drinks over and I took 3 new cups together with the bottle of 7up to the kitchen.
I took the bottle of vodka from my bag and I poured a little into the cups before topping it up with ice and 7up.
The moment I brought the drinks over, my sister must have caught a whiff of the alcohol. She brought the cup closer and took a sip. Her eyes widened immediately and she tried to grab hold of my shirt.
Cheryl : You little piece of…
I managed to get out of the way in time as I watched Selene took a sip.
Selene : What did you add ?
James : Vodka. Hehehe.
My sis gave me a look which I chose to ignore.
James : Come on. It’s the last day of the year. We’re safe and alone in the house. It’s ok to have a little drink.
Selene nodded and pulled my sister down.
As the games went on, I did what I could to make sure my sister lose more often.
I wanted her to be knocked out first.
The reason being she’ll be the one hindering my plans if she’s still sober and awake.
I’ve never seen anyone get drunk in real life before, not to mention my sister.
They say plans usually don’t go the way you want it to be and it could not be more true that day.
I began losing after the 2nd game and by the end of the 10th, I must have finished at least a quarter of the vodka I brought along.
9.00pm
The girls went back to their chat, leaving me a little stoned and dazed sitting on the sofa.
9.15pm
I saw my sister shaking her head and me and the next thing I knew was them making space for me on the 3-seater.
I laid down but my eyes were still open.
Selene and my sis settled down onto the carpeted floor , barely a meter away from where I laid.
I can hear their conversation, but it was blurry amongst the sound from the TV
Selene faced me with the right side of her body while my sister sat facing her.
I may be a little stoned but I could still make out the minute details about the girl I’ve come to love.
I stared at Selene’s crossed legs, looking at the contours of her calves and thighs, the way they come together when she sat cross-legged on the ground.
After every few minutes, she would uncross them, bringing her knees close to her body, hugging them with her hands.
Then nothing else beats seeing her pair of legs stretched out in it’s full glory , her toes doing a deliberate stretch and wriggle.
Her t-shirt was a little faded, but it still bore the colours and the crest of the school she comes from. Perhaps it’s the alcohol, but they seem a little tight around her chest, the wrinkles getting more pronounced when her underarms meet the side of her breast.
How would if feel like if I could just gently cup my hands over her breast. It’s such a perverted thought and I blame the alcohol.
Selene was wearing a plain pair of loose black shorts. No logos or any kind. They seemed quite soft and comfortable.
I remember seeing them turn and check on me a couple of times before everything went dark.
That is it.
While the whole fucking world partied , I slept through the new millennium.
The next thing I remembered was waking up in the darkened living room with a blanket covering me.
No sign of my sister, no sign of Selene.
It took about 30 seconds for me to adjust to the dark and I could still see the spill of street lights into the house.
I sat up and checked the clock in the living room.
2.30am
I slouched in the sofa and gave an exhale, so much for my grand plan.
There’s a written note on the table in my sister’s handwriting telling me we’re staying over, she already informed our parents.
I really spent a good 5 minutes sitting on the sofa thinking of what’s next.
2.35am
I got up and stretched.
I took a few steps and the moment my feet left the carpeted floor surrounding the living area, I felt the stab of cold coming from the marble floor.
I tiptoed around the entire first floor and made sure I was alone.
My heart was beating pretty fast as I took slow steps up the stairs.
I came to a narrow corridor, rooms on both sides.
All the doors were closed.
I crept to the first 1 and I bent down.
There was a cool breeze coming from the bottom of the door.
Just to be sure, I check the other rooms and it confirmed my theory of which room Selene is in.
I opened the door into the 2nd room and it seemed like a spare bedroom although there were some stacks of clothes lying around.
I opened the bathroom in the 2nd bedroom and I froze.
There’s another door on the wall facing me.
I knew for sure that door opens into Selene’s bedroom since it’s a shared bathroom.
My heartbeat got faster as I stepped into one of the most private areas in Selene’s house.
I knelt down and touched the toilet bowl.
I ran my hand across the counter top.
There was a few toothbrush and I did not know which one belonged to Selene.
I saw a hairband that I recognized and I brought it close to my nose.
I even put on a shower cap that I assumed belonged to Selene.
The floor is still wet, maybe she just took a shower not too long ago.
I was tempted to jerk off in the toilet but decided otherwise.
I exited the bathroom and left the spare bedroom.
Getting to the end of the corridor, I stopped outside what I assumed is her parents’ room.
I decided against going in there and I retraced my steps back to the staircase.
I went up one more flight of stairs to a smaller corridor.
At the end of the corridor I could see a glass sliding door opening to a large balcony.
I figured that place is too exposed, neighbours could easily see someone loitering on the exposed balcony.
I backed off and took the stairs down to the first floor.
2.55am
I went straight to the yard and tried the door.
It gave way with a soft hiss and I opened up enough space for me to get out.
I went over to the laundry area and tried to poke around.
There were street lights alright but Selene had a rather big tree shading her laundry area and it cast a dark shadow.
I went closer and what I saw almost made my erection push through my pants.
I saw the t-shirt she was wearing few hours ago.
It’s actually just a corner of it, most of it covered by a towel.
I did not know if the towel belonged to Selene as my sister could have used it so I left it alone.
I removed the damp t-shirt from the laundry basket and I checked the surroundings.
Satisfied that I was alone, I depressed my nose onto Selene’s shirt, smelling and inhaling the scent from her body.
I almost wanted to giggle and laugh as I tried to smell the areas where the armpits were.
It’s really hard to balance when you’re squatting down and trying to adjust your erection with the T-shirt in hand.
I left the shirt aside and I dug deeper.
I found the pair of black shorts too.
Coiled with it was a pair of cotton underwear.
That was too much for a growing teen.
I felt that urgent need to wank off and release myself.
I felt lost again, at the crossroads of decision making.
In fact I think I was panicking.
Placing the shorts and undies aside, as I dug deeper, I found more clothes, more of which I recognized.
There were more undies, but somehow there were no bra.
Then a sick perverted thought crossed my mind.
I asked myself the question several times before answering it myself.
Will Selene know if I steal one of her undies ?
I deliberated on that for a while before I decided to just do it, but I have other things to take care off first.
I brought the black shorts and her undies, the one she wore barely hours ago. I did not go back into the living room but instead I squatted in the darkest corner in the yard.
I released my erected penis and I started wanking off. Sniffing and smelling Selene’s underwear.
There was this unique scent from Selene’s underwear.
The smell particularly strong at the center part where I assume her privates would be.
It’s not smelly but there’s this intoxicating smell which I could not describe.
It’s like a nectar from heaven, so finite in quantity, just that little bit to tempt you.
To get you hooked.
I came barely 2 minutes later, shooting onto the grass patch and dirtying my hands at the same time.
I used the sink in the yard to clean up and I replaced the laundry the same way I remembered it.
I could feel a spark of sanity returning to my head as I took in deep breaths of the morning air.
Sad to say my sanity did not last long.
I kept thinking of that scent I just inhaled moments ago.
I’ve never done anything like that before.
I’ve never smell anything like that before.
I took a moment to calm down before entering the living room through the yard door.
And on the 1st of January 2000 , I strengthened my resolve to smell that same smell again.
I knew back then I will not be satisfied picking up that scent from a piece of underwear.
I went back to the sofa, my bed for the evening and got myself comfortable.
The release seemed to take all the tension off my body in some weird bizarre way.
The next time I woke with a jolt, I felt well rested and refreshed.
I could see the morning sun peeking through the windows.
1st Jan 2000
6.45am
I decided to quickly get up and do a little more exploring around the house before the girls are awake.
I went to the front porch and looked out.
The street looked pretty empty , my eyes went straight to the shoe cabinets.
It’s an exposed area, I knew there’s a risk but seeing Selene’s parents car blocking a good portion of the view from outside, I decided to take a risk.
Standing beside an antique looking bench, is a 3 door full height cabinet.
I did not want to risk opening the panels at eye levels so I only went to the lower panels since I’m blocked by the car.
I knew I hit jackpot the moment I opened it because the first thing I saw was Selene’s sports shoe.
There’s a basket of socks in various colours as well, probably belonging to the whole family.
There were a couple of sneakers, sandals and low heels which I’ve seen Selene wore before.
I did not know why but the cutest one I saw was that white pair of canvas school going shoes tucked right at the bottom.
She probably wore those with her blue pinafore.
It’s a shoe cabinet, so there’s bound to be some musky smell.
The smell of leather, the smell of well seasoned wood and I’m sure mixed within that melting pot of pungent scent, is the smell of Selene’s feet.
Till this day I could not figure out how my mind wraps around things.
I could not decide what I wanted to do so I left the porch.
I found the switch for the air conditioner and I turned them off for the ground floor. Opening all the sliding doors, I was hit with a refreshing breeze.
7.00am
The living room is in a mess with ribbons from party poppers strewn all over.
I could not believe I actually slept through that din.
I swept it with my feet, trying to consolidate the ribbons into a big pile when my eyes found something that made my heart skip a beat.
It was lying in plain sight yet I was too blind to see.
There were plates and bowls of leftover food and snacks from the night before and they looked erotically delicious to me that morning.
I sat down at the spot Selene took the last evening and the moment I touched the thin white stick holding the lollipop, I could literally feel the rush of blood to my growing penis.
It’s a lollipop in the shape of a foot. It came in a foil bag with those sparkling rocks which will tingle and jump on your tongue. I remember my sis asking why Selene barely touched the lolli.
Selene just gave a grin and went ahead to pour the sparkling candy bits into her mouth, giving the lolli a couple of patronizing suck.
I pulled the candy out of the foil bag and put it into my mouth.
I know what I’m tasting is just sugar, but I felt different.
That was the first time I tasted Selene’s saliva.
I sucked hard, my tongue tracing the profile of the foot shape candy, my mind thinking of the scenario albeit with Selene’s real foot.
Would she get tickled and laugh when I suck on her toes ?
Would she think I’m sick ?
I must have sucked too hard because barely a minute later, the foot candy dislodged from the candy stick.
I drank the left over drink from Selene’s cup.
I ate a half eaten piece of cake too that had tissue paper bits stuck too it.
7.15am
I’m done with breakfast.
I decided to risk another venture up to the 2nd floor but the moment my foot landed on the stairs, I heard the opening of a room door and I quickly doubled back down.
I did not want to be seen loitering around so I quickly got on my knees and pretended I was cleaning up the living area.
The footsteps got louder and when I reckoned they were only a few steps to the ground floor, I turned and laid my eyes on one of the most beautiful image I could hope to see.
Selene was smiling a tired smile and her eyes were barely opened. Her eyelids looked like they were trying hard to resist being lifted up.
Her left hand was holding on to her puffy fringe and she held her hair up, exposing her forehead.
I could almost see it in slow motion the approaching yawn that was coming.
Selene’s right hand went up to her mouth , covering her embarrassment.
Selene : Morning James…
She staggered a little almost like a dream like state towards me.
Passing by my body with barely inches to spare I could smell this unique fragrance.
I could not place a name to that smell so I termed it ‘Sleep smell ‘
Selene settled onto the sofa , leaning her head back looking at me.
It was then I realised my eyes had barely left her face.
Then when it finally dawned on me what she was wearing, I had to struggle to stifle an eruption in my pants.
It was a loose white T-shirt and white shorts.
It reminded me of commercials of sanitary pads.
The Tshirt was thin and if not for her white bra, I would have been able to see her breast.
Even then the thin material allowed me to see through to a certain extent the milky colour of her flesh below.
Selene saw me staring and took a quick look at her own dressing.
Selene : Tsk , Oei.
She threw a cushion at me but I ducked in time.
Selene : Don’t be rude ar, I tell your sister.
I just gave a sheepish smile and went back to clearing up the ribbons.
7.25am
After stoning for a bit on the sofa, Selene decided to help with the clearing up.
7.35am
My sister joined in the clean up.
We thanked Selene and left at 8.30am
3rd January 2000
Selene came to work with 2 hello kitty dolls.
They looked silly in the space suit but she said she managed to get them through a friend.
I continued with my trivial task of organizing documents, occasionally I would just stare at the sofa in the far end, thinking of what went on that day in this room.
How far did Zhi Jian manage to go ?
Did he managed to undress Selene ?
Did he get to smell her privates ?
Questions like these popped up several times a day.
13th January 2000
Thursday.
I literally took it as a sign that the country’s gone mad when grown men get into fights for Hello kitty dolls.
I remember pointing to Selene’s growing collection at the reception and said.
James : Doomed Selene, we’re doomed. People are fighting over them.
Selene : Hiak Hiak Hiak. Zhi Jian queued overnight for me to get all these
She carried one up with both hands, raising it high like a sacred totem.
14th January 2000
Friday.
This was one of the most memorable day ever.
Nothing special happened at work, it’s what happened after that made it interesting.
8pm
I was walking back to my place when I saw Zhi Jian and Kevin loitering at the ground floor near the letter box.
They did not see me and I decided to just loop to the back to avoid unnecessary conversation.
As I got closer, I saw Zhi Jian lit up a cigarette and Kevin was trying to fan away the smoke.
They retreated further into the letterbox area and that piqued my curiosity.
Looping round the back, I walked to the narrow back corridor of the letterbox exposed to the rubbish collection area.
Slowing my footsteps and keeping the noise level to a minimum, I paused momentarily near the spot where the smell of the cigarette is the strongest.
I kept still and just listened in.
Kevin : Don’t be crazy la, we’re just friends only.
Zhi Jian : Don’t talk cock la, share leh, I share with you.
Kevin : Really don’t have la. Just friends.
I saw a sudden big puff of smoke before Zhi Jian spoke.
Zhi Jian : Eh I tell you ar, Selene’s breast quite firm leh. Very full.
Kevin : Don’t talk cock la, you sure or not.
Zhi Jian went on to describe one particular date with Selene that gave me mixed emotions. I felt sandwiched between arousal and anger.
He described one date after the last A level paper where they went over to his place in the afternoon.
They were just hanging out , watching TV in the living room when he started stroking Selene’s arms.
His hands ventured down a little to the back of her school uniform, brushing against her bra strap.
Zhi Jian : She tried to stop me but I was faster.
He managed to undo the clasp on her bra and continued his stroking of her back. They kissed, something they must have done a long time ago and when their lips met, he grabbed her breast.
Zhi Jian : She resisted la, but after a while she gave up.
Kevin : Sure or not ? You don’t talk cock can.
Zhi Jian : I soom pa.
He continued eagerly, telling Kevin that it was an amazing feeling as he tried to unbutton her school blouse. He managed 2 buttons, exposing her bra and her cleavage.
His voice lowered considerably after that and I could not make out what was being said.
Then the volume increased again when he said he tried to reach under her school skirt but she was quite reluctant.
But he managed to get her to touch and stroke his dick for him.
I tried to conjure up that image.
Selene in her JC school uniform, with 2 buttons undone stroking my erected dick.
What I wouldn’t do in order to achieve that.
Zhi jian went on to say he tried to take off her blouse but she refused to.
Zhi Jian : It’s very shoik man, you should try on Cheryl .
Kevin : Go and die la. What else, what else.
Zhi Jian : Nothing liao. Slowly la. Maybe next time get her to take off underwear or something. Haha
He ended the conversation saying that he manage to touch her privates just for a while and it felt amazing.
Zhi Jian : It’s soft and fleshy. It’s a bit wet also.
I could feel my anger rising together with my dick as I listened in to the conversation.
I was definitely aroused picturing Selene in such a state but I was angry that someone like Zhi Jian is doing that to her.
8.30pm
The guys came up and I found out from my sister that she was taking the night shift at her job and they were accompanying her to work.
At the same time they’ll be having ice cream together with Selene.
8.40pm
Kevin and my sister were in the kitchen talking to my parents and I’m alone in the living room with Zhi Jian.
I was still pretty mad and the last thing I expected was for Zhi Jian to initiate a conversation with me.
Zhi Jian : Eh James..
James : Yah ?
He took the seat beside me on the sofa and he briefly chatted about some stuff which did not make sense at all.
I could smell the stale cigarette smoke from his breath when he finally blurted out what he wanted.
Zhi Jian : James, I treat you like brother , that’s why I’m going to be straightforward on this.
I wanted to puke. The last thing I needed that day was for someone to pretend to be my brother.
Zhi Jian : I know you like Selene, even Selene could tell.
I did not reply and I was pretty sure my facial expression gave nothing away.
Zhi Jian : But she’ my gf, you don’t touch a brother’s girl right ?
I maintained my silence.
He paused and if he had difficulty forming the words in his mouth.
Zhi Jian : But I think ..
I did not wait for him to finish his sentence and I just blurted out the words already by the side of my mouth.
James : So what if I like her ? None of your business.
I regretted the moment I said those words.
Then again I was barely 17, what did I know about the politics involved between inter-human relationship.
Not another word was exchanged between us that day.
10.30pm
My sister called home and told me Selene wanted to talk to me.
James : Why ?
Cheryl : Don’t know.
After handing over the phone, I could hear Selene telling the others over the phone that she’ll be right back.
Selene : James ar James….
James : Yah ?
Selene : Can I meet you tomorrow morning? Say around 10 ?
James : Huh ? ehhh why ?
Selene : We need to talk.
I agreed and hung up.
I was left with no doubt that Zhi Jian must have made the first move, telling Selene to make things clear with my and not get my hopes up.
15th January 2000
Saturday
8am
My sister just got home from her night shift and reminded me that Selene’s coming over later.
10am
My parents were watching TV in the living room when Selene arrived. Selene greeted my parents and we went into the room.
My sister barely laid down on the bed as she was waiting for her hair to dry.
Upon closing the room door, Selene immediately put her hand across my shoulder, pulling me close and we sat down together on the bed.
Selene : James ar James… why like that ? haha
Just as I expected, Selene put things across to me nicely, saying that she loved me as a brother.
Selene : You’ll always be number one in my heart ok , can ? Happy ? smile ? don’t be sad ?
I managed a smile but the thought of giving up never crossed my mind.
My sister just shook her head.
Selene left at 11am
There are limits to my capabilites back in the year 2000.
I was restricted in terms of resources, ideas and definitely experience.
There was no way i could have gotten Selene.
Still deep down inside me, i believe something was meant to happen between both of us.
It’s like there’s something left hanging in mid air.
I took this picture of Selene on the 12th June 2013.
Barely few months ago.
Selene
Now that i’ve gotten the intro out of the way. i can finally start telling what i wanted to share.
I don’t think it’s interesting at all to talk about the day i finally have Selene all to myself.
I would prefer to tell the story of how i got a married 32 year old woman, whom i had a crush on since i was 15, to willingly get on her knees in front of me in her secondary school uniform.
I joined Selene’s parents at their design firm on the 1st June 2010.
It was a Tuesday.
Having done my brief stint for a few months at their office after my ‘O’ levels, I learned enough about their work to actually sign up for a Design course at 1 of the polytechnics.
Selene did not do that well for her ‘A’ levels but with money, anything is possible.
She left Singapore to pursue a degree in architecture at Melbourne University.
We had minimum contact after she left, I only found out snippets of news regarding her from my sister who exchanges email occasionally with Selene.
Another source of information came from Selene’s parents themselves, throughout my 3 year diploma, I returned regularly during holidays to help out at her parents’ office, I even applied to have my industry attachment at their place.
I knew all the staff in the office well, we were like a small family.
And if I needed any help with my school work, I only need to ask.
Selene’s parents sometimes updated me about her, saying that she’s doing ok and hopefully she’ll be back in Singapore soon.
Even during my NS days, I would sometimes drop by the office over the weekends if Selene’s parents called me in.
Plotting drawings, mounting material boards, sorting out samples, even working as a delivery boy,you name it, I’ve done it.
Selene graduated in 2004 and sometimes I see her over the weekends.
She still treats me like a younger brother, just that she has difficulty putting her arms around my shoulders.
She looked more womanly, more matured in my eyes, but still very much the same girl I had a crush on.
Selene’s parents made no attempt to hide the fact that they’re grooming her to take over the business, and sometimes they told me to join them and help Selene out.
They treated me like family, which is also why they were very disappointed when I did not join their office when I left the army at the beginning of 2006.
It was hard turning Selene’s parents down, but I knew if I were to go to that sheltered environment, I would not learn.
I want to swim with the sharks.
We kept in regular contact and after 4 years , I decided it’s time to head back.
1st June 2010
Tuesday
11am
My first day stepping into the office after a 4 year break was both a surprise and a shock.
The office expanded, a good sign in light of the recovering economy.
There’s been some changes, a new layout, new furniture and above all, new staff.
Most of the old timers were gone, gone were the familiar wave of the hand and the warm smile, instead I just get curious looks and stares.
I can’t help but notice the amount of foreigners that were in the firm.
I went straight to Selene’s room and on the opened door, she waved me in with a smile.
James : Not bad, I can start work at 11 everyday ?
Selene : Up to you la. Haha
She’s still tidying up documents from her competition entry in the morning. Her entire team worked through the weekend for that deadline and if she wins it, it’s going to be the first job she brings in for the office.
We kept things official, she gave me a quick brief and introduced me to a few members of my team.
I was shown to my seat and Selene left.
I settled into an unflattering seat, smacked in the middle of the aisle, the only upside is I get a direct view of Selene’s room and if the door is open, I get to see her.
The diagonal angle gave me a good view of her crossed legs and I adjusted some file holders and trays to make sure I keep my motivational view unobstructed.
I took a moment to really look at Selene and I felt a sense of nostalgia, it’s not unlike travelling through time. She’s changed so much yet remained the same in so many ways.
She was well dressed that morning, and her jacket was hanging on a hook behind her chair. She already rolled up her long sleeve peach coloured blouse.
I saw her take a deep breath before exhaling slowing, staring at her screen, her face being lit up by the bright lcd light.
She sat back and crossed her legs, and I could feel the familiar stirring I felt so many years back.
Selene was not wearing her heels, I saw them being chucked unceremoniously in a corner when I entered the room earlier. Dangling on her right foot was the silver colour half of a flat. It balanced itself precariously on her big toe, or perhaps a couple of toes, I could not really make out the details from my seat.
I snapped myself out of the daze and got to work.
I felt excited and energized for some reason and I was eager to explore the new office which takes up twice it’s original footprint.
Sitting on my left was a british designer, Peter. On my right was this Thai girl called Cidney.
We were all in the same team and they took turns giving me some background on the mall we were working on.
Needless to say, I was paying more attention to Cidney.
Cidney looked really fair, I like thai girls who are fairer in terms of their skin colour. They seemed more ladylike compared to those with a darker tone.
She looked really young and shy too, very soft spoken and she I saw her stand up walking towards the printer, she was pretty petite too.
I would say she’s 1.55 max.
Even though she’s petite, her body is proportional and yes, she has great legs too.
Unlike the womanly curves of Selene, Cidney had that sweet innocent, nubile and tight body.
And the cherry on top of the cake was the short skirt she wore that seemed to flare up whenever she took a big stride.
I got a little rush of endorphins down my spine as I’m already picturing myself shitting at my work desk.
I forced myself to calm down and just focus on getting settled in.
12pm
I went to the new pantry which is now 3 times as large.
No longer is it tucked in a corner by the exit, it’s more of a lounge now with 2 tables, a decent built in cabinet with all the comforts of a professionally stocked pantry.
I was waiting for the machine to dispense my coffee when another girl approached.
I saw her holding her cup, standing behind me from the shiny reflection of the coffee machine and I turned around.
I extended my hand and I introduced myself.
James : Hi, I’m James, it’s my first day here.
The lady smiled and took my hand.
Sarah : Hi, we’ve met before, and it’s definitely not your first day here.
My eyes widened for a moment before I recognized the girl in front of me.
James : Oh my god, Sarah ?
She nodded her head and gave me a playful smack on my arm.
Sarah : Yah la, I not chio enough, that’s why you don’t remember me.
James : Don’t talk nonsense la.
I made way for Sarah’s coffee cup and we caught up a little since the last time we met was during my attachment back in 2002.
So many years just flew by and honest to god, I really could not recognize that nerdy flat chested girl I used to tease back then.
James : You looked so different, so Chiq and cool now, of course cannot recognize la.
Sarah : Don’t rubbish la, I know you always bio those chio bu only. Haha
She took her coffee and left after adding a sweet, “see you around”
I watched Sarah’s heels clicked it’s way down the uncarpeted floor of the pantry before going quiet once it hit the carpet area and I exhaled a deep breath.
Sarah’s hair was tied up high into a fashionable bun, and if let loose, I’m sure would fall graciously on her beautiful exposed shoulders.
She had on a sleeveless top and that was the first time I realised how beautiful shoulders could be.
It was not fleshy but I could see the firmness on her supple skin.
Her arms were toned, no flabby underarms for sure.
Her cropped pants and closed toed heels completed the look and i just got more and more excited about starting work.
12.15pm
I barely warmed the seat after my pantry break when Selene called me in.
As I approached the door, I saw this Indian man which I would guess to be in his fifties talking to Selene.
Selene made introductions and we shook hands.
James : Hi Abdul.
He just nodded his head and gave me the once over.
Abdul turned to Selene and asked what I was working on.
Selene : The mall in UAE.
He went on to say since I had experience doing local projects, he wants me to work on the boutique as well.
I hated his indian accent, it made “ want him to work on the boutique “ sounds like “ vvwan him tor verk on the bootic”
He did not sound local at all and I was a little taken aback at the kind of tone he was taking with Selene.
She’s the bosses’ daughter after all.
Selene did not offer up an opinion and we left things as it is.
Abdul spent the next 30 minutes handing over stuff to me before disappearing into another room at the other end of the corridor.
I don’t like the way he talk to me.
I don’t like the way he bosses me around.
I don’t like his bloody accent.
12.50pm
I took a walk to the washroom and ventured further into Abdul territory.
It was then I realised that most of the immediate staff outside Abdul’s office were foreigners, in fact the only Singaporean I saw was the pantry auntie.
It was too early to draw any conclusion and I refused to let Abdul spoil my day.
1.05pm
I went for lunch with Cidney and Peter.
2.00pm
Work
6.30pm
Office ends at 6pm and as far as I could see, no one has left their seat.
6.45pm
I went to wash my cup at the pantry and was happy to end my day seeing all the 3 ladies that made my first day at work worth it.
Cidney just finished washing her cup and as she reached up to place her it on the drying rack, her skirt rose that tiny inch, exposing more of her thighs.
I could not see anything but it was good enough for day 1.
Sarah came in shortly after Cidney left and our eyes met again.
Sarah : Don’t you need to work James ? Why are you always at the pantry ?
I answered with a smile and she returned mine before turning away to her cup.
Sarah’s heels was high, and she had to bend a little over the sink to rinse her cup.
A lady with heels bent over the sink on my first day at work, I felt so loved.
Then to top it all up, Selene dragged herself into the pantry, settling down onto the seat with a stack of papers.
Crossing her legs she asked how’s my day without even looking up.
Selene : How’s your day ?
James : Still adjusting to the environment.
I saw more colleagues come into the pantry and soon there were clusters of people chatting all over.
The 2 old timers, Tan and Sue came in too and we chatted, they pointed to where their seats were and I did not comment on the fact that both of them were sitting inside what was the old storeroom.
There was a relaxed atmosphere and I could see everyone was just chilling a little after a hard day’s work.
Barely 5 mins later, Abdul entered.
I could sense a sudden drop in conversation and volume.
Several people left the pantry as Abdul walked in as if he’s the boss.
He began asking questions, following up work status with those unfortunate enough to be caught .
The vibe I got was weird and I left the pantry too.
7pm
I was packing up and I decided to ask Peter about Abdul.
Peter : Abdul ? He’s a bloody old swine, just ignore him.
I laughed and I saw Sarah entered Abdul’s office.
7.15pm
I came out of the bathroom just in time to bump into Sarah heading in for the ladies.
Her eyes were red and it was obvious that she cried.
Our eyes met and she looked away immediately, heading straight for the door.
I felt something jolt inside me and it put me on the edge.
I decided to wait for Sarah at my seat.
7.30pm
Sarah came out of the bathroom and I saw her head for her desk. She was packing up her stuff and I got ready to leave too.
The moment she started walking towards the door, I got up and I made sure I caught up to her in time.
I opened the glass door and held it opened for Sarah, she exited without thanking me.
After we descended the staircase, I happened to see Cidney waiting for a cab, I smiled at her and when I turned right , I saw Selene with a bag of food in her hands heading towards the office .
She gave me a wave and I waved back.
Sarah happened to turn and saw me greeting the other 2 girls, and she just walked on ahead towards the train station.
It felt like crossroads again but I knew I had to talk to Sarah.
I caught up to her and fell in step.
James : Hey.. you ok ?
Sarah : Go away…
James : Come on, I buy you dinner.
Sarah did not reply but instead continued her walk towards the train station so I just kept in step.
Right when we were at the entrance of the train station, Sarah finally replied.
Sarah : How bout you buy me a drink ?
I smiled and replied immediately.
James : Of course. Dinner and drinks.
8.15pm
We got to Purvis street and after a quick meal, we settled into a quiet pub.
We chatted, about work, about trivial things, about holidays.
At the end of the 2nd beer, Sarah finally asked the question.
Sarah : So, why don’t you ask what you really wanted to know James .
James : Well I want to know if you are attached..
I gave a gleeful smile and I felt a kick from Sarah’s heels.
Sarah : Yes I am.
We happen to take a sip from our beer right then and our eyes met in that dim pub.
I wiped my mouth and tried to form the sentence when Sarah started first.
Sarah : You want to know about Abdul.
James : Come on, I want to know about you la.
She folded her arms in a fashionably cute way and turned away from me.
James : Ok,ok, I want to know why he made you cry.
That seemed to stir up some emotions from Sarah and I could see her posture changing.
She wrapped both hands around her beer mug and asked.
Sarah : Why do you want to know ?
I paused and thought of my reply.
James : So I know how to make you laugh.
That coaxed a smile out of Sarah and 30 seconds later, she started filling me in about Abdul.
After 4 beer each, I could see Sarah is getting a little tipsy. We both made several toilet runs but the Abdul conversation is not over yet.
Sarah was giggling a lot more frequently and perhaps it was just my dick thinking, she seemed to be getting a little touchy as well.
We exchanged numbers, added each other on facebook and took a couple of photos as well.
10.30pm
I’ve formed a pretty good image and background of Abdul by then according to the information given by Sarah.
Sarah kept referring to him as the ‘ Fucking scholar ‘ because he like to remind the office he was one.
When Sarah tried to order another beer at 10.45pm, I had to stop her and get the bill.
11pm
We left the pub in search of a cab.
James : Are you ok ? Do you want me to send you back.
Sarah’s eyes were a littler watery and they sparkled under the evening lights.
Sarah : I’m fine I’m fine…. Don’t worry.
She was not drunk, perhaps just high and tipsy.
I decided to test the depth of the water and I asked if I could send her back.
James : Would your boyfriend mind ?
Sarah : Haha, of course he would.
There was a moment of silence before Sarah asked when I’m staying at.
James : Bedok.
Sarah : Oh I’m living in Simei.
James : Great, let’s share a cab.
We managed to get one at 11.30pm
We kept our distance on the cab, chatting occasionally and Sarah dozed off shortly after we got on the expressway.
When we pulled up to the block of flat opposite Changi Hospital, Sarah woke up but was in a daze.
I paid the fare and I helped her out.
She could walk on her own but I still held on to her forearm.
We got to her floor and I stopped at the lift lobby and passed her bag to her.
Sarah hesitated for a while before apologizing for the trouble.
Sarah : Thanks for the evening James, and for sending me back.
I smiled and asked.
James : So , erm, you really have bf ar ? So I no chance already?
Sarah laughed and just walked away.
I gave a final wave as I watch her take off her heels before entering her house.
2nd June
Wednesday
8.30am
Although I have a pretty good image of Abdul, I needed more information. Some of these could only come from Selene.
I knew I had to find a chance to talk to her.
I hardly spoke to Sarah that morning as she looked pretty busy.
I meant she looked pretty, and she also looked busy.
She wore a dress that day and her legs seemed different from the ones I remembered 8 years ago.
They were tan and shapely, and they looked good.
She just smiled when we passed each other by the pantry and it did not look like she was in the mood to talk which was why I was a little surprise when we offered to buy me lunch.
Sarah : You paid for the dinner, drinks and the cab fare last light. I’ll buy you lunch.
James : Ermm. Shouldn’t you at least buy me the same thing instead of just lunch ?
She smiled and said if I don’t have plans for the evening, she’s fine.
I lowered my volume considerably and asked ,
James : What about your bf ? Don’t need to meet him ?
Sarah returned my question with a whisper.
Sarah : What he doesn’t know, can’t hurt him. haha. kidding la.
With a flirtatious look, Sarah turned away.
I could tell she’s fishing but she must know that there’s no way I’m the prey.
12.30pm
I bump into Abdul in the pantry and he was already asking me about my work.
I told him I needed some time to digest the information.
He did not acknowledge my reply and he just walked away.
As if that was not enough, he turned when he was a few steps away and pointed a finger at me.
Abdul : I want something by end of this week.
I was a little angry, but I forced myself to calm down. I don’t want this to spoil my date with Sarah.
7.30pm
When Sarah heard about what Abdul said to me in the afternoon, she just nodded.
James : Fucking scholar… did you come up with that ?
Sarah : Haha, I don’t know. It sounds pretty good for him.
When dessert was served at 9pm, Sarah asked,
Sarah : So, you think you can stand working for Abdul ?
James : Of course.
After Sarah drained her glass of wine, she asked again.
Sarah : What makes you so sure ?
I topped up her glass and raised my glass to hers.
James : Because I’m a fucking monster.
Sarah laughed and finished her wine in a single glup.
Sarah : Well, I can tell to a certain extent.
She gestured to the surrounding and added.
Sarah : You treated me chicken rice and beer , here we are at a steak house.
James : Come on, you asked me to choose mah.
I leaned forward to top up her wine again.
James : Besides I have this craving for meat suddenly too.
Sarah leaned forward and lowered her voice, I could see she’s trying hard to mask her smile.
Sarah : I’m afraid you need to be more specific James. Haha
I just smiled and proposed another toast.
9.30pm
Sarah got the bill and we left.
Despite the obvious flirting from both of us, it led to nothing.
I knew there was a possibility if I pushed hard enough but I was not in a hurry, we can take it slow.
I sent Sarah home, via train this time and accompanied her on the slow walk towards her place.
Sarah was interviewed by Selene’s parents 2 years ago and took the offer shortly after. Before that she worked in another firm for about 6 months, but was not happy with the environment.
She went on to add that Selene’s parents stopped turning up in office that frequently the same time Abdul came on board about 1.5 years ago.
Eventually when they were comfortable Selene’s was comfortable enough, they let her run the office together with Abdul.
I sent Sarah up to her unit and stopped at the lobby.
She stopped too, turning around to face me.
Sarah : Thanks for the company James.
James : Pleasure’s all mine.
Sarah : I really have a bf.
James : I know. That’s why I stopped myself from sending you any further.
Sarah laughed and she reached for a hug and I took her into my arms.
Nothing fancy, just a gentle squeeze.
Sarah spoke by the side of my ears;
Sarah : If only you had been as nice to me back when we interned together.
James : But you look pretty terrible back then, I ….
I got a playful punch in my gut as Sarah scrunched up her mouth and turned towards her place.
James : Sarah.. , I was kidding..
She did not turn back around and I added the last sentence before I left too.
James : I just didn’t have the confidence back then to do anything.
She shot me a smile as she reached for her keys and I returned it.
I got into the waiting lift and left.
3rd June 2010
I went to work, I survived.
I had dinner 3 nights in a row with Sarah, she did not exactly gave a clear answer about her bf when I asked about him.
Sarah : He’s busy.
4th June 2010
Friday
I managed to secure a lunch date in a way with Selene and I wanted to find out more about Abdul.
Over a quick meal of roast meat and noodles, Selene revealed her side of the story.
It’s almost like an intelligence gathering session and Selene was only all too willing to spill the beans on Abdul
Abdul came onboard the company at her parents request, they worked together on a couple of projects some time back and he seemed quite capable.
There was a pretty down period for the company when the economy took a hit and several key clients put their projects on hold with some cancelling their jobs altogether.
It was almost impossible to maintain the office.
Thankfully Abdul came onboard and with him, he brought in jobs from India which kept everyone going.
Selene : That’s pretty much the story.
James : Why does the office seem like it’s split into 2 ?
She considered that for a moment before answering.
Selene : 3 actually. The office is split into 3.
She went on to elaborate that there are mainly 3 factions.
First is Abdul and his team. He hired everyone personally and they are all foreigners. He current holds the most resources in the office with 5 indians, 4 Filipinos and 1 from Myanmar
Then is her own team which she set up. There’s Peter from London, Cidney from Phuket , Sarah, Me, and her.
The last team belongs to the old timers whose numbers have dwindled since her parents stopped working.
There’s Tan and Sue, Uncle Sahim and Kahlid who are brothers, Auntie May and Kakak Siti in accounts, not forgetting Auntie poon who works the pantry.
Selene : It’s very obvious, there’s 3 factions.
James : Then why are people in your team, helping Abdul with his projects ? It does not make sense.
Selene : He’s bringing more jobs and he could use the extra help. The ones that I have are pretty much inherited leftovers from my parents and couple of small ones from old clients.
I could see Selene was tired and I did not push her for more information.
2.30pm
Abdul came over and bugged me on the boutique project and I told him I’m still working on it.
Abdul : I heard you are quite an efficient worker James, prove it soon.
I did not even give him a reply.
2.45pm
I compiled a list of staff from the call directory and arranged them according to the so call factions as described by Selene.
Team A
Abdul
Cristobel
Romano
Christina
Mariam
Visham
Shukrum
Vickrum
Indah
Rajah
Wint
Team B
Selene
Peter
Cidney
Sarah
James
Team C
Tan
Sue
Uncle Sahim
Uncle Kahlid
Auntie May
Kakak Siti
Auntie Poon
I looked at that list and something seemed fishy. Something just did not seem to add up but I could not put my finger to it.
I kept it aside, will just have to look at it another day.
3.30pm
Sarah approached me in the pantry and bitched about Abdul
She went on ask if I haven plans for the evening.
I told her I’m getting Peter and Cidney to go out for drinks, and I invited her along.
Sarah : It’s ok, you guys go ahead, I’m going to go shop.
I only manage to leave office at 8.30pm that day after clearing some work and I met up with Peter and CIdney.
We chatted, they teased me about going out Sarah so often, we joked and most important of all, we got to know each other.
10.30pm
Sarah dropped me a message, asking where were we nested in, she’s heading over.
Sarah Joined us at 11pm.
When it’s about 5 minutes to midnight, we decided to call it a night.
I went in search of a cab that night with Sarah along Arab street.
Sarah was wearing flats that day, so I made a comment that even if we can’t get one, we could always walk.
She had a bag with smaller bags inside them, evidence of her shopping, and after 2 streets without a cab, I offered to hold them for her.
James : What did you buy ?
Sarah : Clothes lor.
5th June
12.15am
We gave up walking and sat down at the bus stop opposite park royal hotel at beach road.
James : Do you shop every Friday ?
Sarah : Haha, no la. No plans mah, so just go and shop lor.
I watch Sarah fold her arms and crossed her legs as she bent her body forward to check if there’s any available cabs from the oncoming traffic.
She looked gorgeous that evening, in a stylish yet nerdish way.
She was wearing black tights, I love girls who wear tights.
The way it clung onto their legs, tapering it’s way down before disappearing into her pair of silver flats.
Sarah had a simple spag top paired with a trendy cardigan, and she was wearing a short denim skirt.
I looked at her thighs, the way they intercrossed and it made my heart beat faster.
Her hair was tied up in a bun, not as neat as the SQ girls but cute enough.
Then to top it all off, she wore a pair of black frame nerdy specs.
There was no wind that early morning, the air was pretty dead.
And there were no cab.
Our conversation started to dwindle to one word question and answers, and I knew it’s going to be awkward if it’s just silence.
I decided to pull a joke.
James : Eh, If really no cab, we stay over across the road la.
Sarah turned towards me, her eyes widen significantly before she lift up her left hand and landed a loud smack on me.
Sarah : Hello !. What kind of girl do you think I am ?
She laughed when she said that so I knew she was not too offended, in fact I felt she was a little flattered.
Maybe it’s just me.
I decided I could push a little and added.
James : Hello !, What kind of guy do you think I am ? It does not have to be sexual you know. We could get separate rooms, separate beds….
Sarah laughed and replied before I finished my sentence.
Sarah : Yah yah, I believe you.
She turned away and checked the roads again.
I stood up and carried her bag. Stretching out my hand , I offered to pull her up.
Sarah : Where are we going ?
James : Across .
She hesitated for a while before taking my hand.
The moment our hands touched, I did not let go.
I held on and I felt her fingers part.
We interlinked our fingers as we head for the overhead bridge going across to the hotel.
We spoke no words, made no sound, offered no comments.
When we were halfway across, Sarah spoke.
Sarah : I assumed we’re going across because it’s easier to get a cab from the hotel lobby
James : haha. Yeap, that’s exactly what I had in mind.
We giggled a little but said nothing more.
As we descended the stairs to the bus stop below, I felt Sarah slowing down her footsteps.
Her hand clasped tighter onto mind and I could sense some hesitation.
I gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and reassured her.
James : Hey, we’re just taking a cab. Haha.
Sarah fell in step with me as we approached the hotel lobby.
We walked right pass the taxi stand and entered the hotel.
Sarah immediately excused herself to the bathroom, I offered to hold her bag and she passed it to me.
It took me 15 minutes before I got a room and Sarah was no where in sight.
I dropped her a message, saying that the cab is here and we’re ready to go.
She appeared from round the corner and I went over to receive her.
Her hair was no longer in a bud, she let them down, dropping lush bundles of hair onto her shoulders.
I held her hand and we entered the lift together.
We alighted at the 6th floor and proceeded to the room.
I slid in the key card and Sarah entered before me.
When I powered up the lights, Sarah walked right in.
The first thing I heard was ;
Sarah : Did you get the cab James ?
I laughed and replied.
James : Ok, we can stop the cab thing now. Hahah. No cab is coming up to the 6th floor Sarah.
She laughed and came over, her arms looping around my neck.
Sarah : Listen James, Listen.
We kissed and the moment her soft lips touched mine, I felt the cold of her nerd specs press against my face also.
We broke off after a few seconds and she said again.
Sarah : I said cap, not cab.
I had to blink twice before i got it and i laughed.
Sarah laughed too before we kissed again.
I gently nudged her towards the bed before we fell a little clumsily onto it.
As we broke offf our kiss for a breath, Sarah added in a little breathless voice.
Her panting made her voice sound so sensual.
In between breaths she spoke.
Sarah : You’re really a monster James. haha
I kissed her once more before i replied.
James : We’ve already established that haven’t we ?
Sarah : Yup. haha.
Up to that moment i’ve pretty puch kept my hands to myself, stroking and touching Sarah on her shoulders, her lower back.
I placed my left hand on her right hip and i gently tugged at the waist of her denim skirt.
James : Now let’s just establish the fucking part.
Sarah gave a ticklish giggle and pushed me away as i tried to unbutton her denim skirt.
She shook her head with a smile.
Sarah : Ok. Prove it.
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