Hi all, I’ve been reading this forum for years as guest. Got inspired by a few of the sisters here in sharing their sex life, so I thought I’ll step forward to share too, also sort of treating this like an open diary. Afterall, I believe every action in life makes me who I am, no point regretting anything ya? The only embarrasing thing is maybe some of the guys who had me before are active here…
I’m not that good of a writer and most of it is what I can remember from long time back ya? Sorry if I’m not as descriptive as other sisters here.
So here goes…
I’m in my late 30s approaching 40 (haha! late 80s / early 90s kid). Been raised in a very conservative household as I’m the only child in the family. As expected, growing up I led a very sheltered life… Driven around almost all the time, this enrichment class, that piano class, another tuition class. Mind you, I do appreciate all these even though my schedule was packed to the brim!
I come from an all girls’ school in primary school so guys to me were basically drooling over celebrities. I have hardly any guy friends growing up - strict parenting… They were telling me not to hang around the rowdy uncouth youth.
I didn’t do well in to enter an all girls’ school in secondary. So my parents figured that choosing the school nearest to my home sort of meant they could keep a close eye on me. Hence I entered secondary school nonchalantly…
Thanks all.
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Secondary 1 was a quite a culture shock for me. Having guys in the same class meant I had to be more aware of my actions, like sitting. I was always the active girl back in primary school and thought of myself as the “alpha” in my class. Was athletic, well kinda, I ran, played netball and swam. Therefore naturally, I was abit of “chor lor”. Haha, I wasn’t that feminine.
So, for a good part of sec 1, I kept to myself mostly. Coming to terms of having to deal with a new species of humans around me. Also, I had the “all girls’ school” air of pride in me. I wanted to segregate myself from the rest. So sec 1 came and went uneventfully.
When sec 2 came around, I did make a couple of new friends, mostly girls. Guys were still alien to me. It was at a classmate’s all-girls birthday party that the taboo topic was touched on.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. After ostracising myself for a year, I really yearn to fit in somewhere. 5 years is a long time to be by myself in school. I was lonely. I tried to get in on the numerous BGR conversations my girls were having.
There were 4 of us in that clique. The topic started when one of them announced this huge crush she was having on one of the senior boys in her ECA and how she went ga-ga when he asked her to go for a MCD ice cream after ECA one day. Then the others started chipping their stories and to my surprise, 3 out of 4 of us already had some dating experience. No prizes for guessing who’s the odd one out.
Then something one of them said hit me. One of the girls told me that she heard that a senior in my uniform group ECA likes me and has been asking for my telephone number.
That got me sitting up. Me? Anti-social, nerdy, unfriendly, not-a-head turner me? I won’t deny it. As much as I’ve been keeping to myself the past year. Hearing that a boy, someone of the opposite sex is interested in me sure is flattering.
Egged on by my small clique, I was convinced to at least talk to the guy.
So enters the first guy who had me…
Haha, thank.
This was quite the norm for 80/90s kids ya?
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interesting background & start of your story TS…..
The 1st Guy
Let’s name him Brian.
Brian was a Sec 5 student and a senior in my uniform group. He’s your regular 17 year old. Tall and well built for a teenager and spotting the famous Aaron Kwok 90’s centre-parted hairstyle.
Since the expose from my clique, I did notice that he tried to make small talk with me whenever we were alone. For me, it was a time of mixed feelings. I didn’t know how to react to a guy, yet, hearing the BGR stories from my friend did intrigue me.
I sucked big time at the small talk, giving him mostly one word replies. He never gave up. It was around the same time where my parents got me my 1st memo jazz pager to contact me whenever. The girls told me there’s no harm in giving him my pager number, and I did.
So, one day after a Saturday training session, Brian sheepishly approached me while I was cleaning the storeroom alone. Again, he made small talk with me before finally plucking up enough courage to ask me for my pager number. I nervously gave it to him before running off.
That night itself I received a page with a voicemail. In it he left his pager number and asked me to message him “when I have the time”.
Not gonna bore you guys with all the small talk cuz I know that’s not readers are here for. There’s too much detail that I can’t remember too. So for a while, it was back and forth leaving voice messages on each other’s pager.
Finally, came the June hols. After the ECA camp, Brian finally asked me out. The first date was ok, movie followed by lunch. It was a quick affair as I had to be home before 5pm just in case. In case you were wondering, no… we didn’t hold hands, though, he did attempt to by brushing my hand a little.
We went on another date just before the June hols ended and it was back to the daily grind of school and the exchange of many voicemail messages from paging one another.
Soon, July turned to Sept…
Our interaction during those months, apart from paging one another, was limited to the small talk during ECA time and stealing glances at one another when we spotted each other in school. I didn’t want to be caught fraternising with a boy given the reputation I had built over the past year. Though, I’d admit that all the interaction I had with Brian did result in me liking him a little. Was it because he’s the only guy I had interacted at length? Probably.
Just before the Sept hols, Brian dropped a big bomb on me. By this time, conversations via voicemail was a natural thing for us. Even my parents were starting to notice that my pager was buzzing more often, that I was on the phone more often. My excuse? Group project… haha.
So Brian voicemailed me and asked if he could call my house. Having installed caller ID, I told him I would call him instead. So I waited with bated breath from dinner time till the moment my parents retired for the night before sneaking the phone into my room to “boil telephone porridge” =)
I remember the phone call started out with the usual small talk and it became more deeper. Until one point Brian just blurred out, “Moon, want be my stead or not?” I was…. shocked! Never would I have imagine a guy telling that to me! So as usual, I didn’t know how to react, therefore I quickly ended the call telling him I thought my parents were awake.
I knew I was blushing, like REALLY really blushing. It’s one thing to see it in the movies where the guy confesses to his lady, it’s another when you’re at the receiving end of such a confession. Moreover, I’ve been the bitch with the words “FUCK OFF” displayed on my forehead in school with the reputation I built. In the midst of having those butterflies in my tummy, he left me another voicemail saying that he really hopes I’d say yes to him.
After what seemed like a really long while, I picked up the phone, dialled his pager, waited for the voicemail and muttered a single word into the receiver…
“Yes”
So that was it. After, 14.5 years of being single and (sort of) anti boys and BGRs, within a simple telephone call and a voicemail I was someone’s girlfriend. I’m quite sure at that point I still didn’t know what being someone’s significant other entails. In my mind, it was hugs, flowers and well.. kisses.
Our first official date as a couple was one Saturday morning where we both decided to bail out on our ECA and go paktor. (Well, if you consider breakfast and walk around the then pre-renovated Fort Canning Park paktor that is….) We met early… like REALLY early so as to arouse suspicion from my parents. I went over to his place, dumped my uniform there, got changed into something date worthy and off we went.
The whole time I was still trying to come to terms with being someone’a girlfriend and admittedly couldn’t concentrate on being “present” at the date. Whereas for him, he was rattling on and on sweet nothings (I think…) and all the places he wanted to bring me to.
After a stroll which seemed like eternity in the park, we decided to sit and catch a breather at one of the pavilions. (Please don’t ask me which… it’s like more than 20 years ago already…). Our hands never parted except when necessary. It felt strange to have someone holding my hand, much less a guy that isn’t my father.
So while seated at the pavilion, we chatted a little about our lives, told him about my 12 years prior to entering this school. I can’t remember what exactly were we chatting on but there was this silent moment that lingered more than awhile… then it happened… he leaned forward and stole my first kiss…
A guy kissed me! On our first date, on my first official date! Not sure if I oughta be happy or not…
The moment we kissed immediately he was trying to put his tongue into my mouth. He was trying to french me…
That’s speed for you… so I lost my first kiss and got frenched for the 1st time in the same action… smooth… real smooth…
Kisses were always to be exchange in the pinnacle of romantic moments.. at least that’s what they were to me Blame it on the novels that I read maybe. In my mind, I always pictured my Prince Charming wrapping me with his arms, eyes fixated on me, full eyes of passion and desire as he inches those sweet lips towards mine and gently planting light smooches.
I felt cheated, really cheated. My first was nothing like that.. in fact, if anything I felt like an assassin planted them on me. Not going to lie, that first experience killed my dream…
That was the most eventful thing that first date… Eventful and traumatic.. I’m not going to deny, the physical pleasure was… pleasurable, but mentally I was telling myself that no this was all happening to fast for my liking. I have to stop.
Following that first date, we were back to voicemails, stealing glances and the occasional lunch after ECA. Don’t get me wrong, I was ok with
Fate is a cruel game master. She loves to put you in situations that you loathe to be in…
That Sept hols, my father was invited to a black tie seminar thingy held in HK. Plus one were expected, hence my mother naturally had to accompany him. The entirety of the trip was 4D3N, from Tuesday to Friday. Their plan was to fly out on Monday evening, and fly in on Sunday, having a single day R&R to catchup with some of my mum’s friends who were living in HK.
I remember mentioning it casually to Brian and I’ll have you know that I could quite literally hear his smile over the voicemail…
Thanks. I’m only writing as the flashbacks come to Memory is a little hazy after 20 years…
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Uppz Sis Moonlightzzz … love the authenticity.. keep the story real as I would rather hear a real account than fiction.. way to go Sis !
Not all memories are good
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that’s okay. good memories will come back to you somehow………
My room to me has always been a safe haven, my sanctuary, a place where I could totally lose myself without a care in the world. Hence, even today I can’t fathom why I’d allow (at that time) a boy into my room, even if he was my boyfriend. Besides, he was a boyfriend of barely 2 months.
Brian came over the day after my folks flew off. What’s the worse that could happen right? A relative might just pop by, catch him in the house to which I could say he’s a classmate working on a school project and they’d be none the wiser.
Keeping in mind that it was his O level year, my boyfriend (ex) did, to my surprise, bring over his books and mug. Though I can vouch for him that he did truly mug during the days he was over, I bet you readers can already guess that wasn’t his only intention.
Sheryl Crow has a song titled “The First Cut is the Deepest”, she couldn’t be more right. Day 1 passed uneventfully, yes we kissed… and frenched but nothing beyond that. On the second day, he was studying as usual and I was also doing school assignments (I think). I remember the following as clearly as though it happened yesterday…
I was seated on my bed (I had relinquished my desk to him since he was supposed to be doing the heavier duty studying) busy with my school assignments, when I felt his hands come from behind me and wrap around mi waist. By that time, we had hugged and embraced each other (apart from kissing) a few times, so I paid little attention to it. As soon as he hugged me, he immediately went in and kissed my neck.
Now that was new, his lips has never touched anywhere else apart from mine at that time. It was sensual, it was calming, it was… good… this new sensation and experience. He kissed one side of my neck before moving onto the other and all the while as I was indulging in this new experience, his hands roamed from my waist. One hand moved upwards, the other downwards.
Brian’s right hand moved sneakily under the bottom of my tee while the left hand playfully lingered on the waistband of my FBT. By this point, he had me tilt my head backwards and up and started frenching me. I was so lost in moment that I totally ignored his right hand that had found its way upwards from my abdomen and gently lingered along the hem of my bra. His fingers were stroking my lower chest area just right before my bra.
His left has graduated from toying the waistband of my FBT and inched downwards and under my shorts. His fingers were tracing along the waistband of my knickers, occasionally a finger would dive under the waistband, greeting my skin that was below it.
All these happened as he was still frenching me.