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tuikboo
ts . I am camping here for more. Cheers
Thanks Bro Tuikboo
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xrage
Nice story bro… hope all is well…
U really working at Siglap CC meh? I was there 2 days ago…
Thanks Bro Xrage. Haha no.
Never worked at Siglap CC,
never been there before.
After I sat Diane down at AJC study corner,
I allowed her to share what happened,
“Shortly after I visited yr class this morning,
our GP teacher returned us our marked scripts
and that was when I knew I messed up.
But it was only when our form teacher handed us
our report cards that I realised I had actually failed.
After meeting u in the morning,
I fell from heaven into hell.”
She started to sob again.
I reached out to hold her hand, comforting her.
I didn’t know why I did that,
but it seemed the best thing to do.
I still didn’t quite understand.
Diane came from Methodist Girls’ and I came from ACS.
The standard of English in our schools was actually quite high.
Most of us did very well for ‘O’ level English.
I scored A1 and Diane didn’t do too badly either,
scoring a B3. I was naturally stronger at languages
and Diane was better at Maths and Science,
but I knew her standard of English wasn’t that bad.
“Wait, wait, Diane, calm down first.
Let’s look at this situation objectively.
You did quite ok for ‘O’ level English,
so I know your standard.
And this is just the Prelims.
You know that none of this is going to count, right?
It’s the actual ‘A’ level results that
will determine your fate.”
“Yes, I know, but still …”
“Moreover, u also know that most of the better JCs
scale up the level of difficulty of all their Prelim
papers to ‘scare’ their students into studying harder right?
I did the same GP Prelim paper as u.
It was hard, far harder than the actual papers
u do in the 10 year series …”
“So how much did u get for GP, Jayson?”
Oh no. I still hadn’t broken the bad news to Diane
about the discontinuation of our tuition lessons.
But if I let Diane see my report card …
It was too late.
Before I could react,
Diane had already reached into my bag
to search for my report card.
“Wow!” she exclaimed, opening my card.
“2 As, 2 Bs, 2 passes for Special Paper
and an A1 for General Paper!”
“Ermm … actually Diane,
all of my ‘S’ Paper peers did better than me.”
“Jayson!” Diane didn’t seem to hear what I just said.
She wiped away her tears
and a flicker of hope returned to her eyes.
“You are going to help me in my General Paper!”
She clasped both her hands around mine
and formed a gesture of prayer with palms pointing upwards.
Then she bowed her head like those Japanese people
such that her forehead touched both her praying palms
which cupped my own hands.
“Please please please? I beg u.
Forget abt Econs already.
Now it’s only GP.
If u help me to clear my GP,
I’ll do anything u say,
anything u want.
I’ll even buy u a mobile phone. Deal?”
Fucking hell. How to reject her?
You see in those days
the pager was about to be phased out
with the new emergence of mobile phones.
Getting a mobile was the biggest deal during our time.
It’s like u trying to sian a gal now
by telling her u’ll get her an iPhone10.
Fuck the mobile phone, Diane,
I wanted to say, but didn’t.
I want u, every part of u.
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Moderator888
Pitch tent here.
Thanks Bro Moderator888.
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tarma69
Yea, fuck that mobile phone and fuck Diane instead! Time for the knight in shining armour to save the lass in distress…
LOL … Yeah Bro Tarm69.
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Yardstick
Welcome back, Dark Side… Great to see you writing again. All the ranting and grumbling sounds very humane actually. For some of us who grew up not daring to date or bed that girl we love or lust after, i guess it reaches the heart.
Welcome back Bro Yardstick!
Yeah, I’m back in this hole …
“Ok. Deal, whatever,” I replied half-heartedly.
“Wait. What was the bad news u wanted to tell me?
Sorry I got carried away.”
I sighed. “It’s nothing, Diane. Nothing.
My dog died. Or something.”
“You have a dog? I didn’t know that.”
“Yeah. There are many things u don’t know.
Can we like, move on?
Come on. Let’s take a look at your paper first.”
So I spent the next 2.5 hours going through her answer script,
and helping her figure out where and why she got her answers wrong.
It was a long laborious process.
By the time I went through Paper 2,
it was already almost 9pm.
There was no time to even look at her Paper 1.
We were the only 2 people left at the study corner,
and the security guard was about to walk over to us
to tell us that he was about to lock the school gate.
And that was when it started to rain ….
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justlonely84
Only now, i find out abt this story….
Rooting now hehe
Thanks Bro Justlonely84.
“Say uncle, do u happen to have an umbrella?” I asked the guard.
“Er … ya of course I have la,” the guard answered.
“But that one is for me
in case I knock off and is still raining la.
So how I can lend to u two?
Lim peh old already,
at night here pain there pain,
walk in the rain will rheumatism u know?
You two still young la,
walk under the rain,
just take it as bathing together lor.
HAHAHA.”
Fucking security guard, I muttered to myself.
No sense of compassion at all.
“Eh … are u two done already anot?
I locking the school gate already ah.
Bring your romance elsewhere can?
HAHAHA.”
So with the security guard chasing us
since we were the last 2 people left in AJC,
Diane grabbed my hand
and we ran under the rain all the way
from the study corner through the school gate
to the nearest shelter, which was a bus stop
about 200 metres away.
Diane was sportier than me.
I was more of the studious sort
and seldom exercised, so by the time we passed
the 100 metre mark, I was huffing and puffing
with Diane running ahead of me,
dragging my left hand using her right hand.
Yes yes I know I’m useless.
How can I lose to a girl at running?
If I fucked her in bed,
would her stamina have outlasted me?
I felt like a disgrace to the entire male species of the human race.
“Wait … wait … Diane,” I pleaded, panting.
“I can’t run that fast anymore.
I’m not Carl Lewis, you know.”
“I’m not Carl Lewis either, Jayson.
But I never missed a PE lesson.
Unlike someone who always got his family doctor
to excuse him from PE. Ha!” mocked Diane.
It was true. I hated PE.
I wasn’t really sick, but that’s what I always did
to escape and steal extra time to study
since tutoring Diane took up so much time and energy.
So after the 100 metre mark, we slowed down to a jog.
My left hand continued holding on to her right hand.
I thought to myself, I am never going to let go of this hand
even after we reach the shelter at the bus stop.
I would rather die than let go.
And that was what I did. We reached the bus stop,
and I continued holding her hand.
Strange thing was, she didn’t complain and let go of my hand either.
So the two of us just stood there under the shelter,
holding hands, bodies dripping wet, totally silent, for 10 minutes.
I didn’t know what to say. She didn’t too.
Thoughts of what the security guard said
about us bathing together flashed through my mind.
Fucking security guard.
Thanks to him and his big mouth,
I could feel my loins stirring.
Finally 10 minutes ended and I turned to look at Diane.
She felt me turning my head so she turned too.
I was trying to look at her face first,
but my attention was automatically directed
towards her completely soaked, translucent blouse,
revealing her white laced bra
with little red flowers imprinted in its design.
Because the material of her bra was very thin
and she didn’t buy a bigger size,
her twin peaks jutted out and threatened
to burst at the seams.
I stared at her nipples for 10 long seconds
and my erection started to rise …
‘WHAT R U STARING AT?" Diane screamed.
and slapped my face for the third time.
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tarma69
Poor boy, again kenna slapped… How could she be so ungrateful??
If I were Diane I would unbutton down my blouse for you to have a better view…
Well said bro … I would too. LOL
Let me tell u how it feels like to be slapped by the same girl.
Thrice.
Pressure builds up inside u.
U have this desire to get upset, get even.
What had I done to deserve this anyway?
First time she slapped me,
I didn’t even know I touched her breast cos
I was watching a god-damned show.
Second time she slapped me,
it was because I was making an honest confession
before my Lord Jesus.
None of her business at all.
Third time she slapped me,
well, I couldn’t really help it, could I?
Her breasts were all there for me to look at,
complete with nipples.
Moreover, the first 2 times,
I didn’t have the chance to look at her closely.
This time, when she slapped me,
I could still see a hint of shock and disgust,
but I also noticed that she blushed.
Her cheeks were bright red,
and she didn’t slap me as hard as she did the last 2 times.
Maybe it was because she was using her left hand.
(She couldn’t use her right hand this time
cos I was still holding it.)
Or maybe I had finally broken down her resistance.
Whatever it was, I was sick and tired of being slapped
all the time without knowing why,
u understand. So this time,
instead of retreating, I took the bold step
of pulling her into my arms,
and hugging her tightly.
I mean, she had hugged me twice today anyway.
Once in the morning before all my friends,
then again in the evening at the study corner as she wept.
So why can’t I return the favour tonight?
I’m not that stuffed toy in her room
that allows himself to be hugged without
having any feelings u know.
What does she take me for, her favourite Toy Boy?
Fucking hell.
So I held her in my arms in the bus stop
while it rained and thundered.
But the strange thing was,
there was no strong reaction on her part.
She didn’t push me away or slap me again,
but instead allowed herself to be hugged.
I couldn’t see her facial expression
as my body was too close to her.
My face was actually at the side of her neck
and some of her beautiful long hair
was actually caressing the side of my cheeks.
I didn’t know if she frowned in disapproval
or if she smiled in pleasure.
Her breasts were tightly trapped in between
her body and my own, unable to break free.
But I was afraid the moment wouldn’t last,
so I tried to think of something smart to say.
My brain went into overdrive,
and I finally managed to whisper into her ear,
“Erm … sorry … Diane. It’s so cold in this rain.
Could I hold u for a moment?
I’m freezing. Really. Just a moment. Please?”
Diane kept very quiet.
Didn’t say yes, didn’t say no.
No response. Hmmm.
Does silence mean consent?
Ten seconds later,
I finally heard a murmur.
“Cold? Yeah, it’s cold. Very cold.
I suppose u can,” Diane replied in a small voice.
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Moderater888
Pitch tent here
Thanks.
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tarma69
Yes, silence means consent! I’m sure she was feeling your erection pressing against her body as you hugged her tight, ya? Hope you didn’t get slapped for a 4th time!
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tarma69
No more updates liao??
Real sorry for the delay Bro TM69.
Have been somewhat depressed, so was unable to go on.
Things happened, and then things happened.
For me to be able to write till thus far,
have to hand it over to all u supporters
here for yr comments.
Without u guys, prob won’t be able to write anymore.
Will try to continue my story,
as soon as my psychological state stabilises …
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tuikboo
Ts take it easy. Use your writing as therapy. Cheers
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AppleInc
Hope TS recover from depression and continue.
Thanks guys.
So I hugged Diane at the bus stop while it rained.
The hug lasted only 5 minutes,
but it was the best 5 minutes of my life.
So far.
After I released her, we continued to stand very close
to each other. I could observe that she was no longer cold.
Instead, after the hug, her face seemed to be beaming,
flushed with a bright reddish colour.
She was also trying to catch her breath,
and looking at me with an intense expression
which I was unable to decipher accurately
because I myself was still reeling from the experience.
“Jayson … we have to stop …” she murmured,
but the uncertain tone of her voice clearly
indicated that she herself wasn’t really sure
if she agreed with what she was saying.
“Yes … yes … I know we should stop,”
I replied unwillingly,
but our eyes were still locked onto each other.
“I think I might have a sweater in my bag
that can keep us from the cold.
Let me look …”
Diane was about to look into her bag
to rummage around
but I did not even allow her to finish her sentence.
I could not stand it anymore.
Before she could even turn her head down,
I leaned forward to peck her on her lips.
Her eyes widened in surprise,
but strangely again she did not resist me.
Instead, she stopped feeling around for her bag
and held my waist.
After 5 seconds, I leaned back to catch my breath.
That was my first kiss that Diane took away.
Later I learnt that it was her first too.
Due to my lack of experience,
I actually held my breath while kissing her
so I couldn’t last longer than 5 seconds.
I know, I know. Stupid me.
But hey. Everyone has a first time right,
so stop judging me.
How good was your first kiss with your first girl anyway?
I’m sure it was just as unspectacular as mine, if not worse.
So there.
“Erm … that’s all?”
Diane asked in a very small voice after my lips left hers,
looking at me with a strange expression.
“Huh … what?” I asked in disbelief, wondering if I heard her wrong.
“You mean … it’s just 5 seconds only?”
she asked.
So this time I took a deep breath and pulled her into my arms.
When she saw me coming, there was a faint smile on her face
before she actually closed her eyes.
I was about to seal her lips with mine
when my pager beeped.
Na Bay Chao Chee Bye!