The story revolves around Mr “Nice” guy.. an individual, known to be nice, helpful and ever so friendly towards his surrounding friends…
Name: Eric Liew
Age: 22
Occupation: Student
Bio: My name is Eric and I am no different from any other Uni undergrad with average results and a laidback lifestyle. I major in Electrical Engineering which happens to be widely populated by males. I excel greatly in sports and am an active school team player of My school’s floorball team. I have been attached for 2 years and have a wide circle of friends - good mix of females and males.
Everyone thinks of me as Mr “Nice” Guy as I never show my temper to anyone. I am the current team captain for my school and am always handling all sorts of administrative work for both the Men’s and Women’s team. I treat everyone with superb amount of respect and am ever so caring towards every individual. Girls easily grow close to me due to my outgoing personality and of course my “small boy” looks. I always had this charisma that attracted ladies easily. This was part of the explanation of how I managed to get attached to my current girlfriend (Doreen - part of the school’s Netball team and also wide recognized as the belle of the school)
The girlfriend: Doreen Chu
Age: 21
Bio: Brilliant student with outstanding achievements in both academics and sports. She is a Scholar undertaking a double degree in Business Admin and Economics. Being active in sports, Doreen is about 170cm tall (naturally long legs) with curve lines defining that of an hour glass. She is slightly tanned and has B Cup breasts (Not too big but just fitting for that body of hers). She is usually in FBT shorts as she exercises very regularly after school. One bad thing about her is that she is religious and extremely innocent and naïve. Imagine a girl with all the looks and brains but no IQ –> basically a bimbo.
Day: 22March, Monday
Time: 1045pm
Settings: School sports hall
As usual training ends about this time when it comes to tournament period. I am dead tired and gasping for breath as usual while trying to debrief my team with details.
Me: So guys, we’ll gather again on Wednesday. It’s the finals already and we didn’t get here by luck. Let’s just give it our all this Wednesday.
Team: Onzzz la
Floorball training is always tough especially around tournament period where players will have to cope with studies alongside training. Thankfully, Doreen always have training on the same day as myself and she’d usually be done by 1030pm. She’d usually be sitting at the corner of the hall where I had place my bags for me to end training and head home together. Today is no different.
Me: ahhhhhhhh freaking shag man.
Doreen: Yesss me too! Can’t wait to get home and sleep. (Performing a stretch while sitting and talking to me).
Me: (Pats her head) Wait for me I’ll go shower and be out.
Doreen: Smiles and nods.
Time: 1055pm
Setting: Locker Room
Gary and Ray
Bio - Gary: My best friend since Sec 1 and currently studying in the same University majoring in the same course as Doreen. Gary is the typical brainy guy you have in class. Doesn’t study, parties like hell, but yet still gets the grades. On top of that, he excels well in his sports too.
Ray - Gary’s partner in crime when it comes to partying/gambling and being the wild child. Ray majors in the same course as myself and that perhaps how I got extra close to him. His midnight endeavours with Gary at clubs is well known throughout the school.
They are typical guys with lustful nature and always tend to assume that I’m different from them…. maybe.
Both of them are the same age as me and Wednesday is the final game we’ll be standing on the court together representing our school. Man I’m gonna miss them
I make my way into the locker room.
Gary: Aye Ray got see Doreen stretching just now anot? Wa see already really cannot sia… Her legs and the damn FBT.
Ray: Nothing new what. I thought you see her “ZaoGeng” in class everyday? So today what color? Never share?!
Gary: I really don’t know how this Eric take it. If I were him, she’d long be eaten up already. Today of course have la. The classic red laces to die for undies….
Me: OI enough ah. Stop picturing my GF in your dirty brains.
Gary and Ray: HAHAHHAH kidding la bro. But seriously how you take it ah. Aye share leh, y’all really never do anything meh. 2 years leh bro?!
You see, that’s the thing. Doreen is so pure and innocent on top of the fact that she’s religious, she never allows me to go beyond kissing. Sadly.
Me: Really never la. But if y’all wanna know something, ya today her panties really red color. (somehow it just turns me on knowing that they’re lusting for her)
Ray: Wa KNN. Sometimes I really suspect you’re gay.
Me: Fuck off.
-- We head into the cubicles to shower. After which I bid the guys goodbye and head to send Doreen home. Doreen stays in the North while I stay in the East. Thankfully, I have a car, courtesy of my parents.
Time: 1145pm
Settings: My Car
Doreen: Thanks dear. (Gives me a hug)
Me: Don’t be silly. (I pat her head and sneakily try to grope her breasts)
Doreen: TSK! What you doing! I told you before, I don’t like this sort of thing.
Me: Ok ok… I was just playing a fool. Don’t take it so seriously. Ok go and rest well alright. (Continues patting her head)
Doreen: Don’t think you’ll try and get lucky cause you won’t! Haha. Love you dear. See you. - She exits the car.
--I drive off home. Sometimes I really can’t help but wonder about what they said. How can I as a guy, resist that sort of beauty; of course I can’t. I immediately drive down to the nearest public carpark where I masturbate to the thought of cupping Doreen’s breast and my friends fantasizing about her… f**k what a loser I am. But I’m sure I’ll get there one day…
Day: March 23, Tues
Time: 230pm
Setting: Café in Campus
As usual, yet another boring day in school. Woke up feeling the pressure of the final game nearing; one does not simply concentrate in class when the final game is tomorrow.
Gary: Siao eh! What you day dreaming about?
Me: *Shocked* Aiya nothing la. Just thinking about tomorrow’s game.
Gary: Chey! I see you keep looking at that direction, I thought you looking at what I’m looking also. That figure, that nice small and petit body.
Gary starts dazing into at his back in the direction of my 12 O’clock. Yup! There it was, Chelsea, Doreen’s BFF since centuries ago. They know anything and everything about each other. The only difference, Chelsea is no religious person. But still demure and pure with no boyfriend. Gary has been trying to hit on her since 3 years ago, to no avail.
Chelsea – The first friend I ever made in Uni on registration day itself. In the same major as Gary and Doreen. She is 168cm, has short hair with cute slit eyes. Though she technically has the same schedule as Doreen (both being in the same major and in the same sport), Chelsea tends to dress up when attending classes. Often in skirt or really short pants that easily exposes her undies too.
Me: Walan eh you seriously need to get a grip.
Gary: You seriously need to start growing a pair of balls. Anyway just for your info, Doreen’s panty is yellow today and Chelsea’s is blue. *Winks*
Same old daily updates that I get from this idiot daily. But as usual it seriously turns me on. Chelsea walks towards our direction.
Chel: LIEWWWW!! *Hugs me* How’s everything? Big game tomorrow right?
Gary just stares with his envious eyes. Looking at my hands around the lower back of Chelsea’s curvy figure. That close to grabbing that pointy butt of hers.
Me: Chelz! Yes of course. All hyped up for tomorrow. You girls as well? Everything looking good? I had forgotten to ask Doreen about updates yesterday.
Chel: Well everything’s good except Jill. She hasn’t really been performing and our guess is that Mr. Sim’s not gonna let her play tomorrow. But you know, as underperforming as she is, we can’t do without her. Hunz is talking to her now. (Hunz = Doreen; Chel’s way of calling her)
Jill – Tallest player in their team standing at 182cm. Based on my understanding, she is super competitive in all aspects of life. She is currently in the Dean’s list for Science school and is already awarded a scholarship to study her doctorate. Never pushes away a challenge. Another thing, she loves to wear skirts and dress. Living in Singapore, the apparels sold here aren’t particularly measured to fit her height which makes her expose herself easily. Not only that, because of her natural attributes and fine looks, she’s also a part-time model for multiple agencies in Singapore. (To be honest, she has the kind of looks that I’d go for any day)
Con’t:
Gary: Ehhh, hello? Me leh? *extends out his arms*
Chelz: Oh Hi Gary! I’m obviously not gonna hug you. *Smiles cheekily* I’m gonna grab some food and head back to class. Ciaos y’all. All the best for tomorrow! *hugs me goodbye*
Gary just sighs and rolls his eyes at me. Oh well, guess it pays to be Mr “Nice” Guy right? I text Doreen “See you later at 5 after class for dinner?”
Doreen: “Sure Dear!”
Time: 5pm
Settings: Sports Hall
I text Doreen to inform her of my location.
Me: “Dear, I’m at the Sports Hall, I’ll just need to grab some stuff from the locker and I’ll see you at the Sports Hall carpark alright?”
Doreen: “Ok! My class is ending. See you in a bit. <3”
I hurry to the locker area to grab my stuff. The complex is usually quiet at this time of the year as most Sports have already ended their season or are in the midst of it hosted somewhere else. Just as I was walking over down the stairwell to the locker area, I see this tall girl in a hot pink Singlet, purple sports bra revealing from her shoulders and mega short FBTs walking about 5m in front of me.
That figure and height with that pair of shoes (The same pair of team shoes that Doreen’s team wears – some sister code shit) it must be Jill!
I have never known Jill personally but I’d definitely wanna be acquainted if I had the chance (who wouldn’t right? Star athlete with model attributes… *delicious*). But oh well, guess today’s not the day. At the bottom of the stairs, she turned left towards the female lockers while mine was on the right.
I reached my locker and retrieved my items. While walking back towards the same stairwell, I see Jill closing her locker and instead of turning back to this stairwell direction, she continued deeper in towards the stairwell direction of “Old Block”.
Now you see, this is odd, because all facilities – the gym, the netball court, the female restroom etc etc. are all towards the direction where I’m standing. The stairwell that Jill was walking towards leads to “Old block” which is currently undergoing renovation works and is rumoured to be “haunted”. Still, there are still occasional visitors to that stairwell – the smokers who can’t be bothered to walk out of school to smoke and lives in disbelief of the supernatural.
The spike in curiosity is killing me. Jill smokes?! I tailed her towards the abandoned stairwell.
(How you should imagine Jill to look like):
Cont.:
The closer I walk towards the stairs, the more I can’t comprehend the fact that Jill smokes. She seems so clean and pure (not that I’m saying smoking makes her dirty or anything but it just changes impressions). I reach the entrance of the stairs and wow… no wonder it’s rumoured to be haunted. It’s really quite dim in here. The lights are poorly lit and there’s this old staircase smell *yucks*
If Jill was smoking, I should be able to smell it by now. On top of that, Jill is nowhere in sight. I look up towards the stairwell and can see the shadow of two people. *One of them has to be Jill* I slowly make my way up to the 1.5 floor. Jill and another individual should be at about level 3 or 4.
Men’s Voice: Have you made up your decision? I tell you. The offer only stands today. By tomorrow, this deal is over.
Jill: (In a trembling voice) Must I really??
Men’s Voice: Well, the choice is yours.
What on earth are they talking about?! I can only see the shadows of both of them. One stationary, another, pacing around. Suddenly, the pacing figure stops, and becomes significantly shorter.
Men’s voice: Made up your mind I guess? (In a somewhat cheeky tone)
All went silent, and all I can see is just the shadows of one head moving towards the hips of the stationary figure. What’s going on????
I slowly creeped my way further up and see the side face of Jill, kneeling on the floor, tying her hair. Infront of her, a guy… I know him!
Mr. Sim – Doreen’s team coach.
Jill tied her hair, used her hands and pulled down the shorts of Mr. Sim. She muttered in a trembling.. soon to be crying tone –
Jill: You better keep your promise! (While her hands were already on his d**k, rubbing away)
In my mind, *OMFG*.
She then inserts the dingy into her mouth, slowly but surely, sucking away.
Mr. Sim: ArGhGhh.. You’re good at this huh. So you’re literally good at EVERYTHING! (While holding on to her head)
Jill doesn’t respond.
Mr. Sim: Let’s see what else you’ve got. (He thrusts his hips against her mouth)
Jill gags..: F**K YOU! (I can tell from her tone, she is definitely tearing)
Mr. Sim: Oh YES! F**K ME!. (He pushes her towards the floor and starts licking her neck while fondling her body).
Jill: *Screams* GET OFF ME!! (trying hard to push him away – she should be able to, given that she’s about half a head taller than him)
I see his hands moving all over her body, one hand trying to shut her mouth, another towards her genital. *In my mind –SHIT! Is he r*ping her?!* I shake myself into conscious. Though I really am freakishly turned on by what I’m seeing. THIS IS WRONG… - so I thought.
Mr. Sim: Don’t forget girl. I got it all in recording. You agreed to this.
Agreed to what?! JILL AGREED TO HAVE SEX WITH THIS 50 odd single old man?! YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. From my angle, I see Jill beginning to stop the resistance. He continues to fondle her body. This time, both his hands in action. Taking off her top, exposing that striking purple sports bra. Then off with the pants. Jill, in her black seamless panties and sports bra. I reach the peak of my erection.
Mr. Sim: (Fondling the outside of her seamless panties towards her VG) You’re getting all wet over here. You like this don’t you?
Jill – Unresponsive but I can hear the subtle weeping.
Mr. Sim: Take off your sports bra. (Jill reluctantly takes it off). HAHAH he reaches out to tease her nipples.
OH MY.. G*D… (I bite my arms to contain my excitement) Jill’s C cup breasts. Right infront of my eyes. Mr. Sim then swiftly takes off her panties and starts to finger her while sucking her nicely shaped breasts.
Jill: UGhhhh.. (can’t tell if she’s weeping or actually enjoying it)
Mr. Sim: C’mon girl. Resist la?! I thought you’re usually very strong headed? Usually like to disobey my training instructions? COME RESIST ME NOW! (He thrusts his d**k into her hole, humping her silly)
Jill moves to the rhythm of his lead gasping for air with pleasure – WHAT A SIGHT *WHAT A SLUT*. But it’s true, the usually strong headed, egoistic Jill, totally submissive to someone shorter and way older than her *my d*ck almost explodes being stuck inside my pants*. I came up with a brilliant idea to this sight down.
I take out my phone. (Incoming Call – Dear) *FML I was so engrossed in this, I lost track of time, it’s 534pm already* Thank goodness my phone was on silent. I take one last look at the sight I’m seeing. Etched it closely to my memory and hurriedly away to answer Doreen’s call.
Cont:
Me: ‘HELLO! DEAR SO SORRY. I WAS HAVING A REALLY BAD TUMMYACHE. I’M COMING RIGHT UP’
Doreen: ‘Are you ok?! You had me worried sick. I was walking around the entire complex trying to find you. I went to the locker area but you weren’t there also.’
*Thank goodness she hadn’t gone to the abandoned staircase*
Me: ‘Don’t worry! I’ll be up in a minute!’
Doreen: ‘Be safe please!’
I hurriedly go to the toilet to try and ease my raging erection from what I had just encountered but it just ain’t going down. I quickly masturbate and clean up before rushing towards the carpark towards Doreen.
Doreen: DEAR! Are you ok? You’re not feeling well? Shall we go home?
Me: No no I’m much better already. Shall we head out to have dinner?
Doreen: I think you should head home to rest. We both have big games tomorrow remember? Some rest will do us good. *Smiling sweetly at me*
Me: Alright then, I’ll send you home.
Doreen: Ok!
We enter the car and drove towards the North. I’m still unsure about the whole situation regarding Jill and this is probably a highly inappropriate time to be telling her that I just witnessed her coach fucking her fellow teammate.
*Ignorance is bliss*
Doreen: So how’s your team? All ready for tomorrow? What time’s the game?
Me: I’m confident we are. We’ve trained really hard this season. It’s at 6pm tomorrow. What about you girls?
Doreen: That’s reassuring to hear. Mine’s not doing too good. *she softens her tone* Jill hasn’t really been performing and we have been the underdogs in this tournament. Our opponent has been undefeated since 3 years ago. Given the rate we’re going, doesn’t seem like we’re gonna make it. Anyway, my game’s at 830pm tomorrow at the opponent’s school, guess we’ll only be supporting each other morally.
Me: Don’t feel too bad about it babe. Jill hasn’t been performing? *I act surprised*
Doreen: Ya! The last few trainings, she’s been acting really weird. But she’s been off since the previous game. Sigh. Don’t know what she’s thinking. She left class earlier today. Told me she was going to the gym to do some ‘extra practice’. I swung by the court after class but didn’t see her there. Maybe she just isin’t motivated to play anymore. Doubt Mr. Sim will place her on court tomorrow.
What’s going on with Jill. I have no idea. The only thing I can think about now is that amazing body of hers, being used by that dirty old man – Lucky bastard. In no time, we reached Doreen’s house. I exit my car to open her door for her – like a true gentleman. We kissed each other goodbye. In my mind, trying to figure out the deal behind Jill and Mr. Sim.
Cont.:
Day: 24 Mar
GAMEDAY
Time: 742pm
Settings: Sports Complex
Final seconds into the game. We’re tied with our opponents at 3 – 3. This is the final chance of attack for us. Ray manuvers the ball around the opponents and passes the ball to Ali – another one of my teammates.
(Time left: 6 Seconds)
Gary: ALI ALI!
Ali passes the ball to Gary, Gary makes a strike…… deflected by the defender.
(Time left: 2 seconds)
Ray contacts the ball from the deflection, swings his stick hard and ramps the ball towards the goalpost… SCOREEEEE. The home crowd cheers insanely. We run up towards Ray, lifted him up and crowd goes ‘RAY! RAY! RAY! RAY!’ We did it, this is our moment. Before I know it, I was in the air as well, being lifted up by the rest of my teammates. Me and Ray turned to each other for a fist bump. We are the champions. After which we hurriedly shook hands with our opponents and it was time for the Women’s finals. I hurried to my phone to inform Doreen about my good news.
Message: From Doreen
Doreen: “DEAR! SHIT! LAST NIGHT WHILE TAKING YOUR CAR HOME, I LEFT MY JERSEY IN YOUR CAR! SHITTT! :’(((((“
26 MISSED CALLS: DOREEN (23), MUM (2), CHELSEA (1)
Oh freakkkk! What am I gonna do now, the prize presentation is later but Doreen’s jersey is with me. Time now: 803pm. I can still make it in time through the traffic if I rush over now. I run towards the guys with my bags.
Me: BROS! Thanks so much for today. I need to zhao already. Remember to collect the trophies for and save 1 for me ah!
Gary and Ray: NB! Where you going?! Wtf.
Me: Boyfriend duties!
Team: AH GUA LA…. Go la go la.
I point my middle finger at them and head off. I tried calling Doreen back but she’s unavailable thankfully I got a text from Chelsea saying that the match will be delayed due to extension of the 3rd and 4th placing.
Time: 824pm
Settings: Unknown Carpark of the Netball competition venue
Where the hell am I?! I stop my car, turned off the headlights, to try and Google Maps the actual venue. This is pretty much the only carpark I’ve found after having drove in circles for the past 5 mins. I’m pretty sure this is not the carpark because it’s dark, isolated and there’s only 4 cars parked here (which is theoretically impossible for a finals game). Just as I was about to exit the carpark, I see this tall familiar looking figure wearing a light blue Netball Jersey standing behind a white Mitsubishi Lancer.
I look at the Jersey that Doreen had left in my car, it’s the exact same one. I’m certain that the person is Jill. What’s she doing here?! I tilt my head a little and see her talking to a guy.
No the guy’s not Mr. Sim. Seems much younger than Mr. Sim. I have never seen him before and I’ve never known Jill to be attached. At this moment, Jill starts to turn her head to look around her surroundings. I quickly duck my head and slowly peek back up. She and the unknown guy started walking towards the bushes behind the carpark.
I slowly drive my car over towards the bushes they headed. At this moment, I see the both of them stripping. Jill, removing the jersey of hers, in a striking pink sports bra with matching undies, the guy totally naked, standing infront of her. Off came her sports bra, they started making out.
*Hollllyyyy Cooowwww* This is the 2nd time I am witnessing Jill’s body bare in 2 consecutive days.
They are making out innately, the guy’s hands move towards her undies, pushing them down. I see Jill, passionately licking his neck, up to his ears. The guy, moving his arms back and forth her genitals, (he must be fingering her). I can see Jill’s head tucking back everytime the guy uses more force. She bits her lips, closes her eyes… she must be enjoying this. My dick starts to erect, I can’t take this no more, I have to ejaculate.
In no time, their positions changed, this time the guy standing behind her, Jill back facing the guy with her arms holding on to a nearby tree for support. He’s wholeheartedly fucking her from behind. I can tell that Jill’s loving it, she turns back to look at him from time to time, still biting her lips. The guy starts thrusting faster and faster. Then he stopped, pulled out and ejaculated at the back of her body. (What the….) At this moment, I ejaculated as well.
FREAK! I had forgotten to video down the process again. The duo quickly dresses up and enters the Lancer they were standing by. They drove off and I tailed them closely.
The car stopped infront of a complex (I’m guessing this must be the correct venue). Jill alights and rushes up the flight of stairs. I continue to follow the car to the nearest carpark. *this fella must be her boyfriend. Does he know of her dirty secret with Mr. Sim?!* Multiple thoughts run through my mind. I parked my car and head towards the sporting venue.
Time: 855pm
Settings: Netball competition venue
I run towards Doreen’s teammate – Van, to hand her Doreen’s jersey. There were ushers standing around the court, preventing spectators from standing too near the boundaries of the court. Van passes Doreen her jersey after which she ran towards the restroom. It was easy spotting Jill amongst the rest of them being significantly taller. I can see the perspiration causing her hair to stick to her forehead from the intense session she had earlier. The thought of it still makes me uneasy at the bottom, I look around me to try and spot the guy with her earlier but can’t seem to identify him. Mr. Sim is still acting normally discussing with the girls about the game’s strategy.
Doreen joins the team having changed from her warm-up attire. The game starts with the introduction of both team players as well as the referees for the game.
The opponents got introduced then comes our team. The crowd cheers at the announcement of Doreen, Chealsea, Jill, Van and Peifen, Glad and Abby. The 7 gorgeous ladies on the court representing my school. Looking at each of their bodies… and Mr. Sim perpetually looking at them from top to toe… DAMN IT! I can’t help but wonder how many of them actually struck somewhat a ‘deal’ with him. What’s with the deal anyways?! I still can’t figure out. Then the introduction of the referees, Clement Zhou – I KNOW HIM! – The guy in the parking lot with Jill earlier. He’s the referee for this game?! ???????! I’m left super puzzled as to what’s happening.
The game starts…. And the girls start perspiring. The soaked wet singlet sticking to their slender bodies. I shake myself into conscious, now’s no time to be drooling over their bodies. I have to support Doreen.
Soon it was the final quarter – our team is behind by 2 points. At this moment, Doreen jumps up to catch a pass from Chelsea.. what a catch. Unfortunately, the opponent who was guarding her – Mabel, got too near. Upon landing, Doreen steps on Mabel’s foot.
Doreen: *OUCHHH* she screams as she releases the ball.
The referee blows the whistle to put the game to a halt. In my mind *SHIT, F*ck!* Something bad must have happened. Doreen starts rolling on the floor holding on to her leg. I tried to push my way down to the court only to be stopped by the ushers. Only affiliates of the team were allowed near the court. At this moment, Mr. Sim and Rand (The physiotherapist) lifted Doreen out of the court. I can’t help but notice, Mr. Sim holding Doreen by the thighs (FU*CKING bastard I swear I’d skin him alive if he were to move his hands any higher) ONLY TO REALIZE, Rand, who was lifting Doreen from the back through her armpits, had his palms on her breasts. I immediately had a hard-on.
I can’t possibly stop him. And in a brief moment, they let Doreen down at the side of the court. No one seemed to have noticed except myself. Doreen must be in real pain to not have noticed. Her hands still wrapped around her head seemingly in excruciating pain.