After spending 12 fortuitous years in the Singaporean education system, I decided to venture beyond my safe haven in search of academic pursuits in the land down under. This is a detailed record of my days as an undergraduate student, where I shall divulge many trysts which occurred. Names and places have been altered slightly to protect my identity. However, I assure you that everything I write is not fiction but an accurate depiction of what actually happened, or at the very least, the most logical flow of events during my alcohol induced state of mind- which was often.
I was fresh out of national service and ready to explore the world beyond; exercises in Taiwan and Brunei sadly do not count. I had high hopes in my self exploration in the realm of life without parental supervision… And so I arrived in Melbourne 2 weeks before school started to get all my lodging and miscellaneous paperwork settled. Being an international student who had little friends and relatives in Melbourne, I decided to stay in the university residential college. All things considered, this was a good choice because there were many like-minded students who were keen to start, didn’t know many people, eager to make friends and had had no academic commitments at that time. Life was looking good at this point.
There were distinct groups whilst living in the college. There were the Caucasian party animals, which reveled in sex and alcohol. They were young and carefree and had a constant air of insouciance, and they made me very aware of their habits especially in the wee hours of the morning. Through the paper thin walls, which separated our rooms, I could hear the couples having animal-like sex. I could hear the creaks on the metallic frame on the bed, the heightened breathing, the orgasmic sounds of ‘fuck me harder’. It was always a race to an end with these people. After a prolonged groan from my male neighbour, who was quite a renowned lothario, it was complete silence. Another conquest completed. I found it quite amusing how the sex was so rampant and faithfulness was a lost cause.
There was this Australian girl who was known as the ‘village bicycle’, not because she had handlebars for appendages or wheels for legs, but because everyone got a ride. This was common knowledge to everyone (even to me! An international student!) except her boyfriend who seemed to be blind (by love?). During one particular fire evacuation caused by smokers in the bathroom, we had to meet in the front lawn for a safety gathering in the front lawn in the ungodly hour of 3am on a SATURDAY morning. The boyfriend of the girl lived on the same floor as I did. When we were exiting our rooms, I saw 2 people coming out of my neighbour’s room (this was not uncommon and I thought nothing of it). And then I heard a roar from across the room. Boyfriend, meet girlfriend emerging from friend’s room in just an oversized shirt. I think a little bit of his soul died that night. Ah well, fidelity in college is overrated anyway.
So, there were other groups as well. The muggers, the internationals, the sportspeople etc. Being totally new, I could create a new identity and I relished this. I hung out with the internationals (for obvious reasons- yellow skin) and the sports people because I used to swim competitively. This allowed me to mix with a good cross-section of the community, both local and international. Being from Singapore and being bilingual helped the language barrier.
The first week had passed and I became fast friends with a group of 5 people. The girls: Japanese, Malaysian and Shanghai. The guys: German and Japanese. I was happy to be part of the group. The girls were quite attractive, especially the Japanese one. Her name was Natsumi and she was sexy. She was petite and had a great body…needless to say, she had many admirers, me being one of them. Thus, when we all decided to go for a road trip around Victoria, I had no objections.
The German guy, Markus came from a very wealthy background. His parents owned some financial service firm in Bavaria. So we loaded up into his new Cayenne S (damn him). It seemed as though I picked the short end of the straw and was squeezed in the back seat the 4 others- the 3 girls and the stick-like Japanese boy. I would have been more comfortable lying in the boot, but that was fully loaded with beer and other alcohol.
I don’t know if it was pure unluckiness, but I was wedged next to the door, furthest away from Natsumi. However, I wasn’t really complaining since there was this Shangainese girl sitting extremely close to me. For some time now, I had a sneaking suspicion that she was somewhat interested in me.. but she seemed slightly clingy and I found that off-putting. Who wants to be in any kind of relationship the first week? I was not ready to commit myself to anyone just yet.
Sitting in the car during the 3 hour drive confirmed my suspicions. She nestled her arms next to my waist and conveniently rested her head on my shoulder. Now, don’t get me wrong, I was all fine with this and she was quite pretty.. but she wasn’t the one I wanted during this trip.
We rented out a cabin for 6, which was basically like a massive bungalow in the woods. During the day, we trekked and did the usual touristy things. At night, there was the alcohol and plenty of it. Markus had generously bought a few bottles of very delicious red wine, which were unsurprisingly beyond our student budgets. The night wore on with drinking games such as truth or dare. Then came the moment when it was suggested that we play spin the bottle. It was at this moment I knew I would get my first taste of Natsumi. To my disappointment, she sat out of the game. I was muttering hokkien curses under my breath.
So we played the games, imbibed too much alcohol and revealed too much of ourselves. Of course to protect our reputations, there was the usual caveat of ‘whatever happens in the room, stays in the room’. I was glad this was in force as I was on a different level of consciousness. What made things worse was that I longed for Natsumi even more. If alcohol makes an ugly girl pretty, more so a pretty girl. But I resigned to my fate and went on a full-blown war with my liver.
I have no idea how I managed to walk back to my assigned bed because at that point, all I knew was that my legs were numb and I had lost all sense of motor control. However, I did make it back and crashed into the sheets. I heard a muffled noise. I thought I was hallucinating. In the dark room I felt another warm body next to mine. I couldn’t make out the features much less discern who it was. I curled up, dead to the world and slept like a log.
I woke up again and felt something really good. It was ticklish yet it felt so erotic at the same time. Rachel had her hands cupped around my balls and she was massaging it with her right hand while lying on her left side, facing away from me. I hadn’t had any sex for more than 3 weeks since I last broke up with my girlfriend in Singapore and I wasn’t going to refuse what I could get. I felt her long fingers feel me through the silky material of my boxers. She proceeded to cup my balls in her hand and massage them. I promptly took off my boxers to allow her further access.
She then slid her fingers across the shaft and gripped my raging cock with her whole hand. Slowly but surely, she pumped my cock under the sheets. I kissed her neck in appreciation and inhaled her faint scent of vanilla. With my free hand, I reached under her t-shirt and under her bra and massaged her 32B boobs. I playfully flicked her nipples with my fingers and she let out a moan. I moved my hands south across her navel but she stopped me and cheekily said “save that for another time, I just want to make you come with my hands”.
Not one to complain, I let her continue stroking away. She let go off my stiffened cock momentarily to lick her fingers and spat in her palm. She then gripped my cock firmly and pumped my cock from the base till the tip. I could feel something erupting and I murmured ‘I’m coming’. She swooped down, flicked her long hair back and descended on my cock with her lips. I came in long spurts in her warm mouth. Everything I had, I gave and she gratefully received. Once I could give no more, she detached her lips from my cock, with a slight smidgen of my come on the side of her lips, she gave me a warm smile. She enquired, “did you enjoy that?”
With a crooked grin, I just nodded appreciatively.
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Originally Posted by
zeddy
I woke up again and felt something really good. It was ticklish yet it felt so erotic at the same time.
Rachel
had her hands cupped around my balls and she was massaging it with her right hand while lying on her left side, facing away from me.
sorry but which girl is Rachel?
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Originally Posted by
smellycat
sorry but which girl is Rachel?
Rachel is the girl from Shanghai.
Sorry for the confusion, if any.
After that encounter, there were a couple of furtive blowjobs and fingering sessions in the bathroom of the cabin in the dead of the night when we showered together. Somehow I was determined to keep these casual encounters to myself. Not wanting to ruin my chances with Natsumi, I told Rachel that we should keep doing what we were doing but we should discreet for it might make the group chemistry weird. Thankfully she agreed.
After this trip, school started in earnest. I spent most of my time in the law library, glossing over contradictory judicial statements and judgments. The bus which was meant to ferry us college residence students to and fro from the uni, only operated till 6pm. I found myself walking back alone most of the time or catching the tram, when it did operate on late nights. I decided then I needed a car of my own.
Not wanting to be yet another asian kid driving a Nissan Skyline or Toyota Supra, I managed to find a pretty good 1988 Porsche 944 for a decent price with my savings from my NS days. It was beautiful and the girls loved hitching rides with me. I loved the attention it brought.
Being a member of the uni swimming team, I got to know many of the locals. On one occasion, I was invited to a house party and I was the only Asian kid there. The locals saw past my black hair and yellow skin and accepted me; it was great because I felt I belonged in the group.
Though the car was old, it stood out like a gem among the holden commodores, ford falcons and Honda civics. This was partially due to the fact I spent close to 5h earlier cleaning and polishing the paint. After a lot of cheap aussie beer, everyone was in good spirits and hanging out in the front yard of the house. There was a blonde girl who was a friend of one of the swim team members. Her name was Victoria. She was slim, blonde, blue eyes, lithe body, about 170cm. It was obvious that she had plenty of drinks because she had a slightly glazed look in her eyes. She saw the car and ran her fingers on it. I saw her do it and approached her with the intention of telling her to get her dirty hands off my newly polished car. She slurred slightly “heyaaaaaaaa, you’re zack righttt….i absolutely LOVE your car! It’s so shiny!!!” I said thanks and told her politely to keep her hands off the car. “OH, I’m so sorry! I just couldn’t help myself! Anyway, where are you from? Japan? China? Korea?” I replied I was from Singapore. “REALLY! But you speak English so well!” I was quite stunned about her lack of worldliness.
She then said “Is your first language like Singaporese?”. I could have taken offence at this but decided that she was probably just an off-hand remark with no malice intended. The fact that she was quite attractive and possessed a hefty bosom, I let it slide.. After reassuring her that English was my first language and that “Singaporese” or “Singlish” was no more a language than an amalgamation of Chinese dialects, malay and English. She then said. “I’ve always wanted to ride in a sports car, do you think I could drive it?” With a look of incredulousness, I wondered how could I possibly let a half-drunk person, who I just met, drive my pride and joy? I offered to drive her instead and she happily agreed.
Just some photos to add the names to the faces:
Some girls at the party:
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Victoria on the right
