Confessions of a Side Chick
Disclaimer:
This story obviously was not written by me, but recounted to me a long time ago. Since I have no inspiration to continue my own story at the moment. I shall attempt to write this one out based on the details that I can recall. It will be written in the first person viewpoint.
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Introduction and First Guy
I was the middle child in a family of 5, stuck in between two brothers. Our relationship was mostly good, very sibling-like. I was much closer to my elder brother due to our age gap of a year. He was rather protective of me, and would ensure that I would get the best parts of the chicken at mealtimes, take away the veggies that I hated eating, stuff like that. My younger brother was only born when I was in secondary school, so the age gap kind of prevented the same kind of sibling bond forming.
I came from an all-girls educational background, having studied in girls schools for both my primary and secondary years. The first time I actually had some sort of interaction with the opposite sex who wasn’t my family members was in JC. Even then, I kept such contact minimal, unless absolutely necessary, like in the case of project work, or the awkward meals during break times.
After school, if there were no mandatory activities, I would head straight home, avoiding anyone and any activities.
I was branded a loner, antisocial, ice queen, and even homosexual. It was not as though I was not attractive, or so I have been told. I had little to no friends, but that was mostly my choice.
I was of average height as most Singaporean girls are, around 1.6m, and I wore my shoulder length hair in a simple ponytail, or a braid if I felt like it. My figure was hidden by the oversized uniform, which I could never understand why some of my peers preferred blouses that were a size too small, and skirts that ended many inches above the knee. (Authors note: No idea on vital stats or cup size, but I estimate a large B-cup).
My complexion was like any teenagers’, with the frequent occurrence of acne, especially during certain times of the month. However, I was largely blessed with a fair skin tone, as I tended to avoid the sun if I could.
Body-wise, I could not say I was shapely, but at least I wasn’t shapeless. I probably had curves at the right places, but at that age, seriously, how curvy could I be?
One thing I could never understand was the raging teenage hormones of the boys around me. No doubt I was often spared their attention, and I did not crave for it either. All I wanted was to do well enough to go into a good course for my university studies.
Valentine’s day in school was always a peculiar event for me, even though technically I only encountered 2 during my JC days. I wondered what the fuss was about, and why guys would be willing to pay for overpriced bouquets just to impress some girl. It just didn’t make any sense. Of course there were the guys who handmade their flowers, out of paper or felt or whatever material they found appropriate. Now that was more impressive to me. And I never minded when some kind hearted guy or girl gave me chocolates. To me, that was a more practical gift, as flowers are generally inedible.
I expected being able to go through my schooling years without any fuss or distractions. But that all changed one fateful night just after my common tests in year 2.
My class was having a BBQ at UDMC chalet at Pasir Ris. As usual, I declined to attend, but somehow was pressured by the class chairperson, who incidentally was my school mate for the past 10 years. Prior to this, I probably could count the number of BBQs I willingly attended with the fingers of one hand, not inclusive of family gatherings of course.
To cut the long story short, I guess I must have caused a few heads to turn that day, as I dressed as any sane person would do at a BBQ, in shorts and a tank top. Perhaps the boys in my class had expected me to wear some shapeless clothing. That being said, I was not very different from the way I was at school. Cold and aloof as some would say.
Coincidentally, there was another group at the next door duplex unit, which I eventually discovered was occupied by the brother of one of my classmates. They were having a BBQ as well to celebrate the end of their Basic Military Training. I didn’t pay much attention to them, as honestly there was nothing very interesting about loud boys with little hair, as at that point of time, there was one in my house on the weekends. Besides, with the amount of smoking and drinking that was going on, I found myself moving further and further away from my own classmates.
Then I met him.
At first I didn’t want to associate myself with any of those guys, crude, high on beer and smoking like chimneys. But there was something about Adam that drew me to him.
Perhaps it was his toned arms that fit perfectly with his toned physique. Or perhaps it was his black plastic spectacles that made him look slightly more intellectual than he probably was.
I often wondered what the fascination with army boys was. My own brother was on the plump side, and had entered army in the mildly obese batch, eventually becoming a storeman or something. He never talked about it and I never asked.
Adam saw me staring at him and came over with an unopened beer in his hand, cigarette in his mouth like some cliched Hong Kong gangster you saw in the movies.
A: Hi. I’m Adam. You?
I was at a loss for words, and wondered if I should tell him my real name, or just give him a fake one. My social skills back then were legitimately inept.
I extended my hand anyway, before realising he had no free hand to shake mine. He was quick thinking though, and stacked his beers in one hand. That was when I realized how large his hands were compared to mine, to be able to hold two cans of beer with relative ease.
Me: I’m Jade.
A: Nice to meet you.
He offered me the beer but I declined. He shrugged and popped tab and took a long swig, before lighting another cigarette.
Ordinarily, I would have walked off. I didn’t fancy tobacco smoke, much less fancied guys who smoked, despite my brother being a smoker, and my dad, an ex-smoker. However I stayed on, seemingly enthralled with this bespectacled botak boy who could hardly be a few years older than me.
We engaged in casual conversation. I had expected army boys to be so engrossed in sharing their experiences in the army, but Adam was different. He seemed more interested in finding out more about me, and telling me about himself. It seemed just like those romance novels I read growing up, where the guy and the girl spend the entire night talking and end up in bed somewhere.
I noticed that my classmates were somehow in awe that I managed to maintain a conversation with someone for more than 5 minutes, and they wisely left me alone.
A couple of beers and probably an entire pack of cigarettes later, Adam asked if I wanted to head to somewhere a little more quiet.
The alarm bells went off inside my head. I barely knew this guy, yet he was suggesting that we go somewhere else. Somewhere quiet. Probably secluded. What could his intentions be?
Me: I don’t think that such a good idea.
Suddenly he laughed.
A: Oh man. I hope I didn’t come across as creepy or desperate. It’s just a little noisy here and honestly I can’t really hear you that well. My ear plugs must have fallen out during live firing. So now I’m a bit deaf.
I rolled my eyes, wondering if that was the lamest excuse I had ever heard, or the best. Frankly, it was the first time a guy had ever asked me to follow him somewhere.
He got up a little unsteadily. I wondered just how much he had to drink. He extended his hand and I kinda melted inside. A little bit anyway. He seemed like the perfect gentleman. But was I ready to take my first steps into this unknown territory?
I was well aware of my body growing up, and the changes that was turning me into a woman. Like how I had to shave my legs every now and then in order to not look like a cavewoman.
But in all honesty I had never touched myself before. Never even experimented. The convent school upbringing did extol certain values, but of course there were some of us who neglected to remember those values. Which of course led to rumours about certain Junior Colleges having the highest abortion rate.
I contemplated the possible consequences of following him to somewhere more quiet. Would this be the night my cherry gets popped? Highly unlikely as I knew I was not the type who would let guys into my pants that easily. Getting near me was a huge obstacle in itself.
Would he force himself on me? Were my shorts tight enough to prevent forceful removal? If he stuck something in me, was it going to hurt? Would I bleed?
What if he wanted me to pleasure him with my hands, or my mouth? I might just break his precious thing. Besides, reading about it in trashy romance novels and actually doing the deed was probably miles apart.
I took his hand anyway. My heart was beating so fast I wondered if I was going into tachycardia.
For a guy in the army, his hands were surprisingly smooth, long slender fingers, with neatly trimmed fingernails.
He seemed a little unsteady in his gait, presumably due to the beer. But didn’t guys have a high tolerance for alcohol? The only time I drank was when my elder brother sneakily opened my dad’s Johnnie Walker Blue Label when we were a little younger. Needless to say, I had to watch him get caned. Not that it put him off drinking, except he would smartly choose bottles that were already opened. I never stopped him, but I did not partake in his foolhardiness.
Adam led me to the breakwater along the beach. For a Saturday night, the beach was strangely deserted. Or had he chosen such a spot on purpose?
We sat down on the uneven rocks. I felt a little uncomfortable and wished my ass was a little more padded.
A: So, any boyfriend?
I wondered where this conversation was going.
Me: No.
A: Ex boyfriends?
Me: Nope. And before you start thinking of doing anything funny, I have never let any guy this close to me before. And I can scream really loudly.
Adam laughed again. There was something about the way he laughed. It seemed so childlike, so innocent.
A: I won’t do anything either of us will regret.
We sat facing the waves and tried to count the stars for whatever lame reason.
He shared with me his plans for the future. He was going to SISPEC to be train to be a sergeant. He sounded a little disappointed. He wanted to be an officer. He was contemplating signing on if he had gotten into OCS, but he now he was unsure.
Anyway, a little more background about Adam. He was the only child of a renovation contractor father and a housewife mother. He stayed in a HDB flat in the North. He was playful as a child and ended up in Normal Academic stream but woke up halfway and did well enough to enter Polytechnic where he studied business. He enjoyed sports, mainly basketball, and represented his school. He had a driving license and his own car, which he claimed to have bought himself with money he saved working part-time while he was still in the polytechnic. Relationships wise he had four or five girlfriends, the “or” because he was unsure if his current girlfriend was still his. He was pretty sure he had fallen to the evil curse of girls leaving their boyfriends when they enlisted as he had not heard from her about a month into his BMT.
I asked him why he decided to approach me and was a little surprised at his answer. He felt I was lonely and could use a little company. At no point of time did he compliment me on my hair, face or figure, all of which would have raised some red flags and alerted me to a potential pervert.
Truthfully, I did enjoy his company. He was so much more mature than my classmates. Day in and day out I would hear them commenting about the tits or ass of some poor girl in school. I did not like it that we were merely objects to them. Adam was honest and straightforward and it was something I appreciated.
As the night wore on I could feel the temperature dropping slightly. I shivered a little as a cool breeze caressed my face. Adam noticed this and put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. I almost jumped off the breakwater and into the sea.
A: Relax. I’m just warning you up.
His deep voice had a slight hypnotic effect as I found myself snuggling up to him, my head on his chest, his well-toned chest. He reminded me of those artwork on the romance novels where muscular dudes held the damsel in distress in their manly arms. I wondered what he would look like shirtless.
As much as I hated tobacco smoke, somehow, smelling it on him was strangely alluring and manly. It was hard to describe. I made a note to smell my brother to see if it elicited the same response in me.
A: Am I the first guy you hugged?
Me: Yes.
He cupped my face and stared into my eyes. I held my breath, a little afraid of what he was going to do next.
He brought his face closer to mine.
I closed my eyes in anticipation.
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I grabbed his hands tightly.
Me: What are you doing?
A: I’m just looking at you. You have very nice… eyebags…
I wondered if he was being serious.
Me: Are you going to kiss me?
A: Only if you want to.
I stopped for a moment. How far was I willing to go?
Me: I….
He released me and broke into a huge smile.
A: You’re really cute. In your actions.
Me: Cute means ugly but adorable right?
A: No no… it’s just…
Me: What?
I stared at him for what might have been the longest time before he finally spoke.
A: I’m not that kind of guy. I don’t go around picking up girls for fun.
Me: You didn’t pick me up. I willingly followed you here.
A: I may still have a girlfriend, I do not know. I wanted to take things further with her. But she suddenly disappeared.
Me: Further? You mean like sex?
Adam laughed again and ruffled my hair.
A: I mean I wanted to propose once I finished BMT and signed on with the army.
Me: Oh.
That probably meant he was somewhat experienced in sex.
Me: So why haven’t you contacted her?
Adam sighed.
A: I tried. I called her house a couple of times but each time her parents said she wasn’t at home. Even at midnight. I think she’s avoiding me.
Me: Pager?
A: She doesn’t have one.
Me: You didn’t leave a message?
Adam remained silent for awhile, staring ahead into the horizon.
A: Actually, her parents were against us being together.
Me: Why?
A: She’s a very strict Christian, I’m a free thinker. Also, perhaps my background might not be favourable.
Me: How so?
A: I’m not exactly a model student. I smoke, I drink, I am pretty vulgar when the situation calls for it.
Me: Those sound like habits that can be changed. Right?
A: I guess so. But I think her parents want her to be with someone with drive, and ambition. Probably a scholar who’s rich, can end up being a huge success in life. That kind of thing.
Me: Haven’t you two talked about this before?
A: We did. But… she said to take things slowly and see how.
Me: I see.
We both stared out into the darkness for a little while longer.
Me: If it helps I think you’re a pretty nice guy.
Adam smiled a little.
A: Thanks.
He reached over and gave me a peck on my cheek. I was totally not expecting it. My heart stopped suddenly and my breathing rate increased.
Me: Why did you do that???
I didn’t know if I was angry or shocked.
A: it’s just a friendly kiss on your cheek! I didn’t mean any harm.
I gave it some thought. Perhaps this was the guy I could give my first real kiss to. He was after all, pretty appealing in some aspects.
Me: Well, you missed.
A: Huh?
I leaned in and closed my eyes, puckering my lips like how I had seen it on TV many times. In my blind state, I missed too, and ended up kissing his glasses.
Adam could not stop laughing, he removed his glasses to wipe them.
A: Hey. Open your eyes.
I did.
He cupped my face again.
A: Look at me.
I did, finally seeing his eyes properly. He had really nice double eyelids and long lashes. The type that would make a girl jealous.
He brought his face closer. I could smell the tobacco, and it made me want to taste him badly.
Tilting my head slightly, he planted his soft lips onto mine. They were really soft and moist, far removed from my imagination. I had always thought guys were rough and tough and had cracked and dry lips. The tobacco tasted slightly bitter, but somehow I liked it.
We locked lips for a couple of seconds before I felt something brushing against my lips. It was his tongue.
I shrieked.
Me: Nonononono. We can’t do this.
Adam pulled away and looked confused.
Me: I’ve seen this on TV. When they kiss like this, they end up having sex.
The quietness of the night was once again broken by his laughter.
A: Gosh, you’re really innocent.
I frowned at him.
Me: I know it’s called a French kiss ok?
A: It won’t lead to sex.
Me: I’d rather not take that risk.
Adam laughed and pulled me in for a hug. I really enjoyed his hugs, being held in his manly arms.
We hugged for what seemed like eternity before deciding that it was probably getting too chilly to be out there with our lack of warm clothing. Even though his body heat was keeping me warm enough.
We got off the breakwater and walked back to the chalet, hand-in-hand.
A: You know something?
Me: What?
A: I think I would like to get to know you better.
Me: I think you know enough about me already.
A: Ok. I’ll try a better pickup line. Would you like to go out with me some time?
I felt myself blushing. Perhaps I was embarrassed at my own actions. This was, after all, a guy I had just met, and I had already given him my first kiss.
Me: I think that would be a good idea.
He smiled and so did I, and we continued walking back to the chalet.
As we approached the chalet I instinctively let go of his hand and we headed back to our respective groups.
As expected I was immediately ambushed by my class chairperson, Emily.
E: Wah Jade. So fast got boyfriend?
I was not really in the mood to entertain her.
Me: He’s just a friend. A new friend.
E: You’re weird. There are so many boys in our class and school, but you ignored all of them. Suddenly come to one BBQ then get a boyfriend. You owe me a meal.
Me: For?
E: Cos I insisted you come. If you didn’t come you wouldn’t have met him.
Technically, she was right. I glanced over at Adam’s group to see that he was currently undergoing the same interrogation as me.
Me: OK. Canteen chicken rice can?
E: Haha. Cheapo. But can. And I’m glad you’re finally coming out of your cave.
Honestly, Emily and I were never close, but she was always hanging around ever since primary school. So I guess she could be considered a friend at least.
E: So what did you all do? Disappeared for so long.
Me: We talked.
E: Sure or not?
She came closer and inspected me. My hair or clothes were not dishevelled. So I guess there would be nothing she could pick up on.
E: I think you’re too frigid.
Me: What??
E: We’re all young women, we’re entitled to a little fun now and then you know.
Me: Err..
E: I saw you holding hands.
Me: Only holding hands.
E: Did he touch you?
I flushed a deep red.
Me: No.
E: Really? If I was a guy, I would be all over you. Seeing you dressed like this.
Me: What’s wrong with my dressing?
E: It’s different from how you usually dress. Our classmates have been saying how they missed such a gem in their midst.
Me: Huh?
E: Don’t act innocent la. You have boobs and a rather nice ass.
She reached over and tried to squeeze them. I slapped her hands away.
Me: Hey!
She laughed.
E: Missy, I think you need to hang out with us more often. There’s no way you’re gonna get a guy if you act so prudish.
Me: Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t. We’ll see.
As the night wore on I could feel myself getting tired. The food was almost gone and the numerous drunkards were sprawled all over the place.
Me: I think I’m going home.
E: Huh? Why? We’re going to explore the haunted tower.
Me: The what?
E: There’s a tower somewhere nearby. They say it’s haunted.
Me: Err. I don’t think I want to go.
E: Come on it’ll be fun!
Me: I-
E: Look! Your boyfriend is coming too!
I glanced over and saw that Adam and some of the other army boys had gathered outside their chalet and were testing their torches and light sticks. I wondered if it was an army thing for them to be prepared.
The entire group came over.
Emily introduced me to one of them.
E: This is Tom, he’s Tim’s brother.
Timothy was one of my classmates. The one who booked the chalet and organized the BBQ.
I extended my hand.
Me: Hi.
He took it with a firm grasp and shook it. I realised that unlike Adam’s, his hands were rough.
T: You must be that girl that Adam went off with. He’s a good catch I tell you. Recently single. Dumb bitch dumped him when he enlisted.
Me: Er.
He nudged me and winked.
T: We’ve seen him in the shower. He’s… equipped.
I blushed and feigned ignorance.
Me: Huh?
He roared with laughter and Emily joined him.
E: Don’t tease her. She’s a good girl.
Eventually we paired up and headed towards the general direction of the tower.
It was a winding path that led us there, dimly lit by ageing streetlamps. Coincidentally, the streetlamps in the vicinity of the tower were not working. The boys fired up their torches.
I held on to Adam’s arm tighter.
A: You scared?
Me: A little.
A: Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.
Me: How? Are you a Ghostbuster?
He suppressed a laugh.
A: As long as we don’t disturb anything they won’t disturb us.
Me: Aren’t we already disturbing them by being here?
Adam shrugged.
A: Haven’t you gone for nightwalks during orientation before?
I shook my head.
A: Well, we had a pretty scary nightwalk when I was in poly. So don’t worry.
We reached the foot of the tower. It was pitch black save for the light sticks and torches.
T: Shall we go up?
I tugged at Adam’s shirt.
Me: Can we not?
I was literally trembling.
A: It’ll be fine.
But that was scant reassurance.
Tom and Emily were the first pair to head up the rickety wooden stairs, followed by another couple. Then myself and Adam.
We reached the top of the tower, probably about 4 storeys up and Tom killed his torch.
Me: What’s he doing?
Adam shrugged.
A: Maybe he’s finding a quiet place to sit down?
Me: With Emily?
A: Seems like it.
Me: He’s her boyfriend?
A: I don’t think so.
The other couple got a little unnerved by the surroundings and headed back down. The rest of the group appeared to have settled around the lower levels, leaving the four of us at the highest floor.
A: You wanna sit down too?
Hesitant as I was, I agreed.
We took a corner away from Tom and Emily. I lay on Adam’s chest, snuggled between his legs with my waist around his groin area, trying to will away the creepiness I felt. He wrapped his arms around me and stroked my hair. I felt comforted, maybe even loved. But mostly, I felt secure.
The surroundings were deathly quiet, except for the occasional cricket and bullfrogs.
All of a sudden, I heard a weird noise, like heavy breathing coming from a side of the tower.
I stiffened and whispered to Adam.
Me: Did you hear that?
A: Yeah. Ignore it.
Me: What is it?
Adam shushed me and continued stroking my hair, as if he was trying to calm me down. I heard the heavy breathing get louder, as though it was just beside us. The surrounding air also appeared to becoming slightly colder.
I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to imagine I was someplace else, like on a nice sunny beach, getting a suntan while Adam rubbed tanning oil on me. That was probably not the most ideal thought to have at that point of time, but strangely it was the only thing that entered my mind as I tried to block out the thoughts whatever supernatural being was nearby, probably pissed that we had invaded their private space.
As I tried to escape in my seemingly innocent fantasy world in a vain attempt to block out the heavy breathing in the vicinity, my ears detected another sound.
It was hard to describe what the other sound was, except it sounded like muffled footsteps in puddles of water.
More sounds were heard, this time it sounded like faint slurping sounds of someone eating a ice lolly.
Keeping my eyes shut, I shook Adam.
Me: What’s that other noise???
I whispered.
Adam did not reply, but I could sense he was looking in the direction of the sounds, as if trying to ascertain the cause of it. I wondered why he did not just turn on his torchlight.
Amid my growing trepidation, I felt a growth of another sort.
As much as he tried to hide it, something in Adam’s bermudas was twitching, each throb sending little jolts into my waist.
I knew what it was. I did go through 2 years of biology.
I recalled what Tom said about Adam being sizeable but this was getting a little absurd. There was no way that the thing in his pants that was supposed to go into a woman when they wanted to make a baby was going to fit into any woman. Especially myself. Each period brought me some levels of distress as even inserting and removing a tampon would cause me to want to rip out my insides to avoid further recurrence monthly.
Suddenly Adam pulled me up gently.
A: Let’s go back down.
I nodded, not that he could see anyway, and pulled myself up unsteadily.
A: Hey Tom, we’re going back down. You ok up here?
A muffled groan, then a hasty reply.
T: Yeah sure. Use the torch. It’s dark.
Adam ignored him and slowly squinted his way towards the steps, guiding me by my arm and waist.
Me: Use your torch!
I hissed at him. My night vision was as good as a bats, and I damn sure did not have echolocation abilities.
He removed the torch from his pocket and lighted the way down. I almost screamed as I saw what looked like a toad hop away.
We slowly made our way down and away from the tower, eventually settling at a rain shelter nearby.
I decided to clarify my suspicions.
Me: Why did you want to leave?
A: Err…
Me: You heard those noises too right?
A: Yeah.
Me: By the way your torch was poking me just now.
He looked confused.
A: My torch? Oh.
It was his turn to be a little embarrassed.
A: That wasn’t my torch.
I smirked as though I had just answered the most difficult question in a quiz.
Me: I know. It was your penis.
Adam laughed. I wondered why I was so entranced by his laughter.
A: Nobody calls it a penis.
Me: Oh? But that’s what we’re taught in biology. During sexual intercourse, the man puts his erect penis into the woman’s vagina and ejaculates semen which contains sperm, then the sperm travels up the vagina into the uterus where the ovum is waiting then a foetus is formed.
Adam somehow found my description of conception hilarious.
A: I guess that’s the scientific description.
Me: Is there a non-scientific description?
A: Well… I guess not. But most people just use the layman terms.
Suddenly I was curious.
Me: Like?
A: Err..
Me: Tell me!
A: Hmm… during fucking, the man puts his hard cock into the woman’s pussy, then he cums. I don’t know how the laymen describe the sperm meeting the egg.
It was my turn to laugh.
Me: I was just teasing you. I do read romance novels ok.
A: Oh. Not surprising.
Me: So why were you hard?
A: Err… well… I wasn’t exactly hard…
Me: But you were getting hard. Were you having dirty thoughts about me???
I slapped his arm playfully.
A: Nonono. It’s just… an automatic reaction I guess.
Me: Reaction to what?
A: Generalised dirty thoughts.
Me: Huh?
A: Well… those sounds you heard…
Me: Yeah. They were creepy.
A: Not exactly.
Me: No?
A: The heavy breathing was initially. Then when I heard the rest of the sounds I kind of figured out what’s going on.
Me: What?
A: Are you sure you want to know? I don’t want to put dirty thoughts into your head.
Me: Tell me……
A: Well… I do believe he was getting a blowjob while he was fingering her.
Me: She was sucking his cock???
I was amazed that that sentence actually came out of my mouth.
A: I think so.
Me: And you were getting hard because you thought she was sucking his cock???
A: No no. It was just a random general reaction to the thought in particular.
Me: Did you have a lot of sex?
A: Erm. Back then?
Me: Yes.
A: Quite a bit I guess. Every time we met, at least once. Usually after dinner or movie.
Me: Where did you do it?
A: Why are you so curious?
Me: I want to know more about you.
Adam sighed.
A: We used to do it in the back seat of the car, or at my place if I could sneak her in.
I laughed.
Me: That sounds so cliched. Like in the movies. In the back seat of a car. Your car must be big.
A: Not really. It’s just a Honda Civic.
Not that the make or model mattered. I had absolutely zero knowledge of cars back then.
Me: Isn’t it cramped?
A: Well… let’s just say you’ll have to be creative with positions and the lack of space brings a sense of closeness. And of course doing it in public has a certain thrill.
Me: I see.
I had no idea why but somehow, I was very comfortable talking about such stuff with this guy. Especially since this was a topic I tended to shy away from.
Me: So you got horny thinking about sex.
A: Sort of.
Me: Are you horny now?
A: Not really. Why do you ask?
Me: Just curious. Do you masturbate a lot?
A: Not really. Besides I’m stuck in camp most of the time, heard it’s an offence to do so. Do you?
I blushed.
Me: I don’t. I don’t know how to.
I kind of expected him to say he would teach me or something, show me how to pleasure myself then teach me how to return the favour, but he reply was really surprising.
A: That’s interesting.
Me: What is?
A: You don’t masturbate.
Me: Do a lot of girls do it?
A: Honestly, I don’t know, but I do know most of my female friends will experiment to a certain level. Like with their fingers, hairbrushes or bottles.
Me: Oh yes! I heard someone borrowed a boiling tube from the science lab before.
A: A boiling tube?? Was the test tube not big enough? Hahahahaha.
We both laughed.
Me: I think I’m gaining more respect for you as time goes by.
A: How so?
Me: You seem like a real gentleman. And you haven’t made any moves on me yet.
A: Were you hoping I did?
Me: No. I was wondering how loudly I would scream, or how hard I would slap you, or how fast I would run away if you tried. But you’ve not done anything.
A: I think you read too much fiction.
Me: Maybe.
A: Are you disappointed then?
Me: By?
A: My inaction?
Me: Nope. I’m glad. I don’t know how I would react if a guy wanted to do things to me within hours of meeting me. That’s just… wrong.
We continued a little longer before the rest of the group came to find us.
I noticed Emily looking a little pissed off while Tom appeared to be extremely pleased with himself. On the walk back, they no longer walked side by side and instead, she fell back to join our other classmates while he walked alone. I could hear her complaining to them in hushed whispers. Something about swallowing. And how bitter it tasted.
We reached back to the chalet and the group split. I took my bag and headed to the main gate.
Adam caught up with me.
A: Hey. It’s late, where are you going?
Me: Home? I don’t want to stay over.
A: Can I give you a lift?
Me: But you’ve been drinking.
A: I think I’ve sobered up enough.
Me: You sure?
A: Yeah. Where do you stay?
Me: Bedok North.
A: How were you intending to get home?
Me: Flag a cab?
A: At this time?
Me: Why not?
A: I don’t think there’ll be many cabs around.
Me: Oh.
A: Shall we go?
I guess there was no harm.
Me: Ok.
As we approached the car park I scanned the vehicles that were parked and tried to identify his car. I had no idea what a Honda Civic was. He kindly pointed it out to me. It was white, with a black bonnet, and had no boot.
I peered into the rear window.
Me: How in the world did you have sex in there? It’s tiny.
He laughed.
A: Creative positions.
He opened the front passenger door and what hit me was the musty stale smell of cigarette smoke.
Me: You smoke in here too?
A: Well, yeah.
Me: While driving???
A: Yeah.
Me: Please don’t do that while I’m inside. It’s dangerous.
A: Ok.
I got in and realised how low the car actually was. It was very unlike my dad’s car, which was bigger, and higher.
He got in and started the engine. It roared to life before settling down into a low bassy hum.
Me: What’s wrong with your engine? My dad’s doesn’t sound like this.
A: Oh. Modified exhaust and intake.
Me: Is that legal? Or safe?
A: It’s legal. Safe depends on the driver and other drivers.
Me: Ok.
He shifted into first gear and released the hand brake.
A: Buckle up.
I felt myself being pushed back into the seat as he moved off, the car was way more powerful than my dad’s.
Thankfully, he stuck to a reasonable speed all the way down Loyang and then the PIE. We reached my place within 15 minutes.
Me: You can drop me off at the shelter.
He ignored me and drove around the carpark, trying to find a empty lot. My heart beat faster and faster. Was he going to invite me into his back seat?
He finally found an empty lot at the end of the car park in between two lorries.
Me: What are you doing?
A: Parking.
Me: Why?
He turned to face me and gave me a huge grin.
A: Because… I… want to…
I held my breath. Was I ready to be introduced to his hard cock? His huge hard cock as described by Tom?
A: Walk you to the lift and make sure you get home safe.
I heaved a sigh of relief. Or was it disappointment?
He killed the engine and came over to my side to open the door, holding out his hand for support as I got out of the lowered car.
We walked hand in hand to the lift. He pressed the button and we waited for it to come down.
I turned to him.
Me: Thanks for being a gentleman.
I cupped his face and brought it to mine, pressing my lips against his. My tongue instinctively probed around, eager to try this new thing which apparently did not lead to me getting pregnant.
I could tell he was surprised but he reciprocated, parting his lips slightly as well. I felt a jolt as the tips of our tongues touched. He was obviously more experienced than me and guided me in this fine art of French kissing. His tongue caressing mine ever so softly, then with more pressure. I felt the pool of saliva forming and wondered if I should swallow it or let it drool out, perhaps into his mouth.
Ever the gentleman, his hands never left my waist while we kissed. Part of me wished he went lower, to give my ass a little squeeze, or perhaps a light spank, or maybe higher, to feel the roundness of my chest. Then I remembered the stupid underwire I was wearing. It would probably hurt it he decided to fondle my breasts.
The lift arrived and we broke free.
He entered and pulled me in.
A: Which floor?
I randomly jabbed the highest floor and pulled him towards me again. This time placing his hands on my butt. I could tell it caught him off guard.
As our tongues clashed, I realised he wasn’t really squeezing my ass, instead, his hands just rested there, not moving much, except for the occasional light strokes to the back of my thighs, which strangely caused me to squirm slightly.
As we reached the top floor, I hit the button for the ground floor and attacked him again. He avoid my oral assault and moved to the side of my face, tracing his tongue down my neck.
I let out such a loud moan that even I was surprised.
He did not stop, kissing my neck gently with his lips and tongue before moving to the other side. I felt an unfamiliar tingling down below.
I pulled him back to me and cheekily grabbed the front of his bermudas.
Oh my god. He was hard. Was he even wearing any underwear? I tried to get a good grip on his package but found myself unable to do so.
The lift reached the ground floor.
Me: Do… you… want… to… go… to your backseat?
Adam was surprised.
A: Er…
Suddenly I felt a wave of shame.
Me: Sorry. I don’t know what came over me.
He laughed.
A: What floor do you stay on?
I pressed the correct button. The doors closed as he pulled me in for a hug.
As I rested on his chest I fondled the thing between his legs. It was no longer as hard.
Me: Is it really that big?
A: Yes it is.
I was amused by his frankness.
Me: Ok.
A: Let’s take things slowly ok?
Me: Ok.
As the doors opened at my floor I gave him a peck on the cheek and stepped out.
A: Hey! How will I contact you?
I leaned towards him and whispered my pager number into his ear.
Me: I hope you have a good memory.
He smiled at me as the lift door closed.
I unlocked the gate and main door of my unit and entered.
My brother was by the kitchen window.
Bro: You’re late.
Me: Yes Kor. Class BBQ.
I went up to him as he stubbed out his cigarette, and inhaled deeply. I was immediately repulsed by the smell.
Bro: What the hell?
He looked at me weirdly.
Me: Nothing. Just wondering what it smelt like.
Bro: You’re crazy. Go shower and sleep. Good night.
He went back to his room while I entered mine to get clothes and my towel.
I entered the toilet and peeled off my clothes. There was a strange, slightly sticky liquid on my panties. Was I that aroused?
I hurriedly washed my panties before stepping into the shower.
As the warm water hit my body, I began to think about what Adam had said.
I squeezed a generous amount of shower cream onto my hands and gently lathered myself, spending a considerable amount of time at my breasts, feeling their fullness, and brushing my fingertips against my nipples, feeling them harden.
As I moved south, my fingers got tangled in my hairy bush. Slightly irritated, I ventured lower, jumping a little as I brushed against the tiny mound of flesh at the top. I ignored it and felt around my lips for the slit. It was a strange sensation as my finger slid in easily, possibly due to the soapy water, I tightened instinctively as I always have. It was warm and slightly sticky in there. I pulled out, wondering what the fuss was all about. Perhaps my finger was too small, or perhaps I was doing it wrongly.
I finished my shower and headed to my room, trying to let my hair dry before I went to bed.
I made a note to do more research on my blossoming sexuality.
Sunday was weird to say the least.
I ventured into the public library to find out as much as I could about sex.
I ignored the stares of older men and disapproving looks from housewives as I lugged the heavy books towards a corner of the library.
A biology project, I would say, not that anyone was asking.
I must have stayed there for hours when my stomach rumbled.
I sighed and picked up the books, returning them to their individual shelves as best I could before heading out to find some food.
My pager had been silent all day. I wondered if Adam had forgotten my number.
Perhaps he was too busy with his life. Perhaps he was preparing to book into camp. Perhaps he had gone to settle his issues with his ex-girlfriend.
I did know. And perhaps I should not care. He was nobody special to me.
I was kind of amazed at the gamut of emotions running through my head. Why was it that this one guy could have such a great effect on me? It seemed like all the while I had locked myself in a box and he came along brandishing the key.
I wandered around the central area eventually settling down at the MacDonald’s at the Princess Theatre. I ordered my food but merely stared at it. Suddenly a filet o fish seemed highly unappetizing.
I stopped eating after a couple of bites and found myself wandering around the shops in the estate. I entered a lingerie shop and browsed through the unattractive auntie designs.
But did the kind of bra and panties I was wearing really matter? It was not as though he was going to see me in them. Chances were, if anything should happen, these articles of clothing would be swiftly removed as he ravished my nude body.
I tingled at the thought.
More wandering led me to the Guardian Pharmacy where I inexplicably ended up at the condoms section.
Durex.
I picked it up and examined the box. It seemed that the size was consistent throughout the different types of condoms. I wondered if they would fit Adam. After all, he did proclaim he was huge.
I kind of giggled at that thought. Hung like a horse. Not that I had actually see real-life horse penises.
Eventually I got bored of window shopping and headed home.
Surprisingly, there was no one home. I wondered where everyone was.
I stepped into the kitchen and saw that my brother had left his cigarettes and lighter on the table.
Marlboro menthol lights.
I took out a stick and lit it, trying to recall how it was done based on my observations.
I nearly choked as the smoke entered my mouth and nose.
Just how was this pleasurable?
Maybe I was doing it wrong.
I tried different ways of inhaling and exhaling but could find no pleasurable way.
Suddenly I heard the jingling of keys in the door and I quickly stubbed out the stick. But it was too late.
Bro: Mei! Are you smoking????
Me: Yes. I wanted to try.
Bro: Are you crazy?
Me: You smoke.
Bro: I’m old enough!
Me: Teach me leh.
Bro: Huh. Simi lanjiao. Oops.
My brother had never cursed in front of me before. But somehow I found it funny.
Bro: Why.
Me: No why. Just teach ne
Bro: No. Don’t waste my cigarettes.
Me: Fine. I’ll go buy my own.
I pretended to pout and headed for the door.
He grabbed my arm.
Bro: Ok fine. But you better don’t tell mom or dad.
He withdrew two sticks and passed one to me. Placing it in between his lips, he lit the cigarette while sucking it. I looked on in awe as the tip glowed. Then he exhaled through his nose.
Bro: It’s just like breathing. Suck in the smoke through your mouth into your lungs, then exhale.
I tried but failed miserably again.
He laughed.
Bro: I think you shouldn’t. You don’t look like the type who smokes.
Me: Neither do you.
He finished his stick quickly while I tried my best to emulate him, finally succeeding at the end.
Bro: I’m not going to buy cigarettes for you.
Me: I’m 18 this year.
Bro: You aren’t 18 yet. Whatever it is, don’t make it a habit.
With that he went back to his room while I went to brush my teeth.
I wondered why I was doing all this. Was it simply to gain Adam’s acceptance? Wouldn’t it be easier just to sleep with him? That was something else I had no experience in. And it was something I definitely could not ask my brother to teach me.
The next day at school, it was not unexpected that I would get ambushed by Emily.
E: Hey… somebody’s changing.
Me: Huh?
E: That guy… what’s his name? Adrian? Arthur?
Me: Adam.
E: Yes Adam. The one with the huge dick.
I shushed her excitement, looking around furtively to see if anyone had overheard our conversation.
E: So how big was it?
I glared at her.
Me: How big was Tom?
She laughed.
E: He’s ok. But…
Me: But?
E: I really hate swallowing smoker’s cum.
Usually, I would find myself blocking out such crude topics automatically, but this time, I wanted to know more.
Me: Why? What does it taste like?
E: Doesn’t Adam smoke too? Oh. You didn’t blow him?
Me: No. Why should I?
E: Did you even do anything?
Me: Err… I….
E: Oh ya. I forgot. Ms Stuck Up Prude here doesn’t even talk to guys.
I pinched arm.
Me: He’s different. I don’t know how to explain it.
E: So how big is he?
Me: I don’t know. Can’t tell. But I asked him and he’s said it’s huge.
E: You asked him? Hahahahahaha.
Emily was literally rolling on the floor.
E: Every guy is going to say they’re huge. Even if they’re tiny.
I grabbed her wrist.
Me: Something like this?
E: Huh?
Me: I sort of erm… grabbed him through his pants. It felt something like this.
She pulled her wrist away.
E: So now you go around grabbing guys?
Me: Nonono. We were kissing… and.. anyway I felt him twitching while you were blowing Tom.
E: Don’t change the topic.
She grabbed her own wrist.
E: That seems really thick. How long?
Me: I really don’t know!
The conversation appeared to be heading nowhere. All I wanted was to ask Emily for some tips on how to get a guy interested in me. But she was more keen on finding out the genital size of Adam.
E: Well, from what I heard from Tom, Adam is a really nice guy. Poor thing lost his girlfriend when he enlisted.
Me: Yeah. I heard.
E: Well, I suppose if you were going to suddenly become interested in guys, someone who isn’t really close would be less awkward?
Me: What do you mean?
Emily sighed, wondering if I really was that dense.
E: Imagine you dated someone from class, or school even, and it sours. Can you still walk past that person without feeling sad or angry or disappointed?
Me: Why not?
E: I give up. You have a long way to go in terms of learning about human relationships.
Me: I agree. Can you teach me?
E: Me? I don’t think I’m the best person to do so. Come on, I sucked the dick of a guy I just met and I even swallowed. Are you sure you want me to be the influence in your life?
I almost wanted to ask her how to give a blowjob but wisely decided not to.
E: Such things are best learnt through experience, and pain.
Emily fell silent as a guy walked past us. She appeared a little downcast. I recognised the guy as her J1 crush whom she dated for awhile.
E: See what I mean? I can’t look at him and not remember the good times and the bad.
Me: So what do I do?
E: Be true to yourself, know what you want and don’t be afraid to fail.
Me: And why did you blow Tom?
E: Because it makes me feel like I’m in control.
Me: Do you even like him?
E: He’s ok. Not boyfriend material. And based on how fast he came, I’m not so sure he’ll be good in bed.
Me: Maybe you’re good at blowjobs?
Emily flicked her hair smugly.
E: Maybe.
There and then I decided that yes, it was probably time for me to begin my journey. And I hoped it would start with Adam. Not because of his proclaimed huge dick, but because of the way he made me feel.
The rest of the day proceeded as normal. Lectures followed by tutorials. I was kind of glad that it would be over by 3pm, and I didn’t have any CCAs to worry about.
There was a general feeling of unease within me that I could not easily define. It felt like a hot flush, then tremors. I wondered if I had contracted some sort of neurological disorder.
As I walked out of school I was suddenly at a loss as to what I should do. Usually I would head straight home. This time, I actually sat at the bus stop watching the buses go by.
Eventually I decided to go window shopping again, since I really had nothing else to do yet didn’t want to go home.
I ended up at Parkway Parade, walking into Isetan and absent-mindedly browsing through their lingerie selections. I had no intention to buy, as there was no opportunity to actually wear them. I wondered if a triumph maximizer was actually worth buying, how much larger could I make my boobs seem to be?
After what seemed like hours of walking around, including an extended visit to MPH’s adult book section, dressed in my school uniform no less, I headed to Long John Silver’s for an early dinner.
It was strangely empty except for a few students. I ordered my food and settled down.
Just as I was about to bite into my chicken, my pager vibrated.
I dropped everything and dug into my bag for that elusive Motorola Memo Jazz.
The display read: 11771554
That was a damn weird number. I stared at it for what seemed like ages before putting it aside and continuing with my dinner.
On the bus home, my pager vibrated again and this time it was an unfamiliar phone number. I made a note to return the page when I got back.
Strangely, everyone was out again. Even my mom, who usually finished work around 5. Shrugging, I picked up the cordless phone and headed to my room.
I dialed Emily first, praying that she would be home.
E: Hello?
Me: Hi Emily.
E: Oh my god. This is like the second time in a decade you actually called me on the phone.
Me: Really?
E: Never mind. What’s up?
Me: I received a weird page just now. Just some numbers.
E: What numbers?
I took out my pager and scrolled to the page.
Me: 11771554
I could hear her laughing over the phone.
E: Anything else?
Me: Someone else paged me. But I haven’t called back.
E: Any 17317071?
Me: No. What’s that?
E: Read the page again but read it as letters instead.
Me: Huh?
E: 1 is I, 177 is M. Something like that.
Me: I miss 4??
E: Hahahahahahahaha. 4 is U.
Me: I miss me?
E: The letter U. Goodness.
Me: Oh.
E: Kind of obvious who sent it right?
Me: Yeah.
E: Go call him! Have fun! Bye!
She hung up.
Honestly, I was a little afraid. It had been only 2 days since we last met and here was a guy who I knew for a couple of hours telling me he missed me. That seemed a little strange.
I dialled the other number anyway.
A: Hello?
Me: Adam?
A: Hi Jade! Glad you called me back.
Me: What’s up?
A: Oh. Nothing much. Just wondering if you wanted to have dinner. Maybe catch a movie?
Me: When?
A: Now? Tomorrow? This week? I’m on block leave till the end of the week.
Me: I usually don’t go out on weekdays. Besides I’m already half out of my clothes.
It was a blatant lie. But I wanted to see his reaction.
A: You’re half naked and talking to me? That’s surprising.
I felt myself blushing.
Me: Nono. I was changing halfway when my phone rang, then I realized I forgot to return the page.
I hoped he would buy it.
A: I see. So what are you wearing?
I felt myself blushing again.
Me: Err… my bra and my panties.
A: You have a phone in your room? Or are you walking around your house in your underwear?
Me: it’s a cordless phone. And I’m alone at home.
A: I see. Would you like me to hold while you get dressed or undressed?
Me: Erm. OK. Hold on.
I don’t know what came over me but I placed the phone on the table and removed my blouse and skirt, along with my bra, leaving my panties on.
Me: OK I’m back.
A: So are you dressed or undressed now?
Me: Err.. I’m wearing my panties.
A: Aren’t you going to get dressed?
Me: I was preparing to take a shower.
A: So… you want to call me back? Or I’ll call you back? I’ll need your number though. I don’t have caller ID.
Me: Err.. I’ll call you back. Give me half an hour?
A: So long? What do you do in there? Touch yourself?
I felt myself getting redder and redder.
Me: Girls have more parts to clean. And longer hair. And…
A: Hmmm.. I always thought hair aside, guys had more parts to clean, considering we have something hanging between our legs.
I chuckled.
Me: I’ll call you back ok?
A: Ok. But just to let you know, in half an hour, I can be below your block.
Me: You can?
A: I drive. And the north isn’t that far away.
Me: Why are you coming?
A: I’m not. I’m just saying I can.
Me: Oh. Would you like to?
A: Where do you want to go?
Me: I don’t know. Maybe drive around?
A: You sure you won’t suddenly ask me to go to the backseat?
I swear my face was on fire.
Me: I’ll call you when I’m done.
A: If I’m not home, look out your window.
Me: My window doesn’t face the car park.
A: Look out the corridor then.
Me: Ok.
A: Talk to you later. bye!
Me: Bye.
I hung up. Somehow even seemingly innocent phone conversations with him made me feel that strange feeling again.
I half cursed myself for not getting some sort of experience in relationships earlier, but as Emily had said, I needed to experience it myself, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Only problem was, this guy was way more experienced than me, and I could not tell if he was serious or just toying with me.
I definitely did not want to be his rebound.
A flurry of thoughts entered my mind as the cold water hit my face, running down my neck and chest.
What was I getting myself into?
What if Adam really came over?
I cupped my breasts, they were a nice handful, but I had small hands. Besides, he never tried to touch me there when we were kissing. What if he liked big breasts? It was at times like this that I wondered if I should have just gotten the maximizer.
My fingers brushed against my nipples. They were erect due to the cold water. I squirmed a little. I had found one of my erogenous zones, aside from my neck, and my thighs.
I lathered myself, I wanted to smell nice for him. But did he like the scent of Dove?
My hands went south and my fingers got caught in my messy bush. I recalled one of the books I saw in the adult section of MPH. It mentioned shaving or waxing. What if Adam liked that?
Surely I could not use the same razor I shaved my legs with on my lady parts?
I ran my finger along my labia. They were plump. And hairy. Towards the middle portion I found the small bean which I now knew was the clitoris. I rubbed it lightly and almost moaned. Another sensitive spot. I wondered if Adam knew all these.
I quickly rinsed myself and towelled dry before wrapping the towel around myself. I needed to find something to wear. Something comfortable.
I dug around my cupvoard and came up with nothing.
A wild thought crossed my mind.
I pulled out a pair of my FBTs, and an oversized t-shirt. No underwear. If things were going to happen, I would make sure he had easy access. I smiled to myself.
Shit. No condoms. Maybe he had some. Maybe he was well prepared just like how he had a torch when he needed to explore a dark place.
Or, I could just draw the line at penetration.
I had really changed. Frankly it was a little scary. But a fun kind of scary.
I got dressed and realised that it looked as though I wasn’t wearing anything under my t-shirt. Which was partly accurate anyway.
The shapeless t-shirt nicely shielded my breasts without showing any curvature. It would have to do, unless we were going to a public place. That might be a problem.
I shrugged, and dumped my keys, wallet and pager into a small clutch.
I wondered if he would really come over.
I picked up the phone and dialed his number.
Me: Hi, may I speak to Adam?
Voice: Adam is not at home. Who’s this?
I presume that would be his mother.
Me: It’s ok. I’ll call later. Thanks. Bye!
My heart fluttered.
All I needed to do now was to wait for him to show up.
I checked my watch.
10 minutes to go.
I decided to wait downstairs for him.
I locked up and headed to the minimart nearby.
Me: Uncle. Marlboro menthol lights and a lighter please.
Surprisingly he did not ask for any identification.
I paid and stuffed them into my clutch.
It was definitely going to be an interesting night.
As I sat under my block I contemplated lighting up, so at least Adam could smell it when I entered his car.
However, I could not be sure when my parents would be back so I headed over to the end of the car park where Adam had parked previously.
I looked around before lighting up. It appeared to be safe.
I had probably taken two puffs when I heard the familiar deep bassy sound of his engine as he revved while turning into the car park. I wondered if he could see where I was.
He did, and drove over. He didn’t even bother to park and just stepped out of the car.
A: Hey, when did you start?
Me: Yesterday.
A: Why?
Me: I wanted to see why you did it.
A: Erm. That’s not a good reason.
Me: Too late.
He came over and took the stick from my mouth. I blew the smoke onto his face.
A: I’ll finish it for you. You shouldn’t smoke.
Me: Why not?
A: It’s not good. And are you 18 yet?
Me: A couple of months time.
A: Hand them over.
Me: What?
A: The cigarettes. No smoking till you’re legal.
Me: Did you only start when you were legal?
A: Er. That’s different. Now hand them over.
I grudgingly handed the pack to him.
He took a few more puffs before stubbing out the stick. He looked at me.
A: Are you properly dressed?
Me: Yes. Why?
A: It looks like you’re only wearing a t-shirt.
I hiked up the t-shirt to reveal my FBTs.
Me: I’m dressed. Where shall we go?
A: I don’t know. You eaten?
Me: Yup. You?
A: Not really hungry.
Me: Hmm… how about we go to Bedok Reservoir park?
A: Sure. Wait. Is there a car park there?
Me: I think so. Where else would the cars park?
I looked at him incredulously.
A: Haha. I don’t know. Don’t come around here often.
Me: Let’s go.
I hopped into the car and we proceeded to the reservoir.