My attempt at sharing my experiences… (Part 45)

By EnigmaofSorrow

We were awakened by one of Charmaine’s brother knocking on the door. I glanced at my watch it was past noon.

Bro: Mei! Do you want lunch?

She went to open the door. Her brother peered in.

Bro: I saw shoes outside. You brought a guy home?

C: Ya.

Bro: He better be a good guy.

C: He is.

Bro: Not going to intro?

C: He’s sleeping.

I was not, but pretending to.

Bro: How come suddenly got boyfriend?

C: It just happened.

Bro: You came back late last night?

C: Ya.

Then he saw the scratches on her body.

Bro: Oi. What happened?

He tried to enter the room but she stopped him.

Bro: Wah lau, how come all the guys you with so rough one huh?

C: Class chalet last night. My ex tried to be funny.

Bro: What? Where’s he now? I’ll teach him a lesson.

C: No need la. My new boyfriend protected me.

I smiled. So she really did consider me as her boyfriend.

Bro: Really ah? That’s good? He knows kungfu also?

C: Not really. He got beaten up quite badly.

Bro: Issit? Haha.

I got up and wrapped the blanket around myself.

Me: No I didn’t!

And then I recognised him. Charmaine’s brother was one of my sister’s church friends.

Bro: Oh. It’s you. Aren’t you like 15?

Me: Er.

Bro: Wah mei, you cradle snatcher…

C: Siao. He’s 17.

Me: Yeah.

Bro: I see. So how’s you sister? I haven’t seen you in church recently?

Me: Er. Haven’t gone for quite awhile. Sister is fine.

Bro: This is funny. Mei, you should have seen him in church before what…

C: Didn’t notice.

Me: I was, er, different. Last time.

This was getting really strange. Maybe Singapore really is too small, and everyone is interconnected somehow. I never noticed Charmaine in church before, and neither did she notice me. What made it weirder was that pre-marital sex was frowned upon, and yet both of us were not virgins. Society was indeed changing.

Bro: I’ll leave you two alone.

C: Can I borrow the car later?

Bro: Ok. The key is at the usual place.

C: Thanks.

She closed the door and locked it.

Me: Small world isn’t it?

C: Yeah.

Me: So you don’t go to church anymore?

C: Now and then.

Me: You bad girl…

C: Bad boy…

She hugged me. I felt her soft breasts press against my body. She touched the bruise.

C: Does it still hurt?

Me: A little.

C: You poor thing.

Me: Not so poor anymore now that I’ve got you…

She smiled and hugged me again.

C: Why me?

Me: You asked me out, remember?

C: Yeah. But I didn’t expect us to be together. Not this fast anyway.

Me: It’s been a few weeks we’ve been dating. Not long enough for you?

C: I don’t know. You could have any other girl…

Me: I don’t get this feeling with any other gils…

C: Don’t expect too much from this ok?

Me: What do you mean?

C: I mean I’m not a sex toy…

Me: Oh that. But I am! Haha…

C: Idiot. I don’t just sleep with anyone.

Me: I know. Neither do I.

The sex demon deflated. No doubt I was horny. But this girl was something special. Or that was what the strange feeling in my chest was saying anyway. I could take advantage of her then dump her, but something was stopping me from doing so. And I had yet to find out what it was.

My attempt at sharing my experiences… (Part 44)

By EnigmaofSorrow

Charmaine lived in a two storey terrace house with her parents, three older brothers and a few dogs. I say a few as I could not really tell how many there were. I got a little freaked out when she parked the car and we got out and I was greeted by this huge motherfucker of a german shepard. I swear that if he stood up, he probably would be as tall as Charmaine.

C: That’s Mikey. He won’t bite.

Me: You named a german shepard Mikey? He looks more like a “Killer” or “Jawbreaker” to me…

C: Oh. I have a dog named Killer.

Me: Shit. I don’t want to see him.

C: He’s a shitzu.

Me: You gotta be kidding.

As she unlocked the front door and opened it, a wave of dog scent hit me.

Me: Er. How many dogs do you have?

C: Six.

Me: Is that even legal?

C: Why not? They don’t bark. Much.

Me: Ok.

C: Let’s go to my room ok?

Me: Is there anywhere else I can go?

She poked my right side again.

C: Idiot…

There were four bedrooms on the upper floor. Charmaine told me that each one of her siblings had their own rooms, and her parents room was downstairs. She had occupied the master bedroom while her brothers took the other rooms.

Her room was normal, with a super-single sized bed, study table, lots of bookshelves, and a recliner by the window. That was probably where she read her books.

C: Are you going to take a shower?

Me: I suppose.

Charmaine tossed me a towel from her wardrobe.

Me: I don’t have any spare clothes to wear…

She tossed me a sheer nightgown.

Me: Very funny.

C: That’s what I’m gonna wear silly.

Me: Oh…

I expected my dick to rise but strangely it did not. Did Karate Kid’s blow to my ribs render me impotent? Or was there something more than a sexual interest here?

C: I don’t have anything you can wear. So, if you don’t mind sleeping in your boxers…

Me: Not an issue…

Charmaine headed to the bathroom first while I relaxed on her recliner. It had been a rough day, and I was getting tired. Furthermore, I had popped a couple of painkillers and was getting woozy.

Charmaine reappeared wearing the sheer nightgown. I tried hard not to stare but the nightgown was figure-hugging, and accentuated her slight curves. Her nipples poked out from under the thin material. I ran my eyes downwards, checking out her flat stomach. Damn, she was wearing shorts under the nightgown. No pussy viewing for me.

C: Go shower. It’s time for bed.

I resisted the urge to ask her to shower me and trudged into the bathroom. I stared at the wide array of shampoos, conditioners and shower gels. None were for guys. I had to spend the next few hours smelling like a girl.

I finished showering and Charmaine was already in bed. I headed over to the recliner where Charmaine had placed a spare pillow and blanket.

C: Do you want to sleep with me?

Me: Er. Is that a trick question?

C: I meant on the same bed…

Me: No. It’s ok. This chair looks really comfortable.

She got out of bed and dragged me over, grabbing the spare pillow.

C: Hmm. I have to sleep on your right side.

I lay down closer to the left side of her bed while she placed another pillow on my left side at my ribcage. She then pulled the blanket over me and crawled in on my right side, nuzzling her face on my chest. I stroked her hair. The smell of her conditioner was strangely arousing.

C: You’re just like a huge teddy bear!

Me: Er. Right.

C: Good night.

I tried unsuccessfully to kiss her forehead and settled for a short squeeze of her ass instead. She slapped my hand.

C: Naughty teddy bear.

Me: Good night.

C: Good night.

I stared up at the ceiling as she gently drifted off to sleep. The sun was rising and the rays were penetrating the curtain.

I wondered if I was doing the right thing in asking Charmaine to be my girlfriend. Tanya had opened my eyes and mind to the world of sex and yet here I was, committing myself to one person, and I was not even sure if we were going to have sex. We dated for awhile, but it was normal, and suddenly we mad the jump into an exclusive relationship. I was confused by my own actions. I could have turned a blind eye and let her be molested or raped by her ex-boyfriend but I did not. And I ended up paying for it with a bruised ribcage. I did not have to play the hero but I did.

One thing that was certain though, was the strange feeling in my chest. The feeling that overwhelmed me. The feeling that made me want to be there for her and take care of her. I was under some kind of spell. But was it love? Or was I rebounding from my last relationship? Or was sex the only thing on my mind?

The questions ran marathons in my head as I closed my eyes. Here was a nice girl in bed with me, and for once, unlike the recent past, we were not fucking…

My attempt at sharing my experiences… (Part 43)

By EnigmaofSorrow

Charmaine drove me to Changi General Hospital Accident and Emergency Department. It was almost 4am and there was not much of a crowd there.

After registration, the triage nurse attended to me and within minutes, the night shift medical officer was examining my ribcage.

Doc: Lift up you left arm and breathe in deeply. Does it hurt?

Me: Not much.

Doc: How about when I apply pressure to the area?

I flinched.

Me: Abit more.

Doc: On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being not painful, how would you rate the pain?

He pressed my ribs again. I wanted to punch him.

Me: Er. 5?

Doc: The area is tender and there is slight swelling. Go for an xray and come back to see me.

Me: Is anything broken?

Doc: It’s hard to say. See me after the xray.

He printed out some forms and passed them to me and I proceeded to the xray room.

Charmaine sat next to me while we waited for the films to be done. She ruffled my hair.

C: You’ll be fine.

Me: Yeah. You don’t need to see a doctor?

C: Nope. It’s just some scratches and bruises.

Suddenly, a cop approached us.

Cop: The doctor in room 8 informed me you have a suspicious injury. How did you get it?

I looked at Charmaine. She shook her head slightly.

Me: Er. I fell. On a rock.

The cop look at me disbelievingly.

Cop: Are you sure? The doctor said it might be a car accident or a fight.

Me: No. If it was a fight or car accident, where are the other injuries?

The cop gave me a quick visual examination.

Cop: There are scratches on your face.

Me: Mosquito bites. Itchy.

He gave me another incredulous look.

Cop: Are you sure?

Me: Yes. Don’t worry. It’s nothing serious.

And yet at the back of my mind I was praying that I had not broken anything.

Nurse: Mr. Enigma? Take these xrays back to room 8.

I took the xrays and got up to return to the doctor. The cop also went back to his post.

C: Thanks.

Me: For?

C: Not reporting it.

Me: It’s nothing really. I hope.

C: Is there anything I can do?

The subconscious sex demon in me wanted to ask for a blowjob, or some pussy. But I managed to control it.

Me: No. It’s ok.

We re-entered the doctor’s room and passed him the xrays.

Doc: Looks good. Nothing’s broken.

I heaved a sigh of relief.

Doc: But I would advise you not to exercise for at least 4 weeks.

Me: What?

Doc: There’s very bad bruising and tenderness. You’re lucky you didn’t break a rib and punctured your lung.

Me: Right.

Doc: Now be frank with me. You were in a fight right?

Me: Er.

Doc: Look, I practise martial arts, and the pattern of bruising looks like you were kicked by someone who’s trained in martial arts.

I kept quiet.

Doc: Well, he probably isn’t very good. A skilled exponent would have broken your ribs. And a skilled exponent would have exercised self-discipline and walked away from a fight unless he was provoked…

Me: Er.

Doc: Ok. You don’t have to say anything. I’ll just assume you were protecting your girlfriend here.

I looked at Charmaine and she blushed. The doctor did not know how right he was.

Doc: I’ll give you some painkillers and anti-inflammatories for the swelling. Are you in the Army? Do you need MC?

There was only a week of school left before the term break, but I decided to try my luck anyway.

Me: I’m still in school, but a one week MC to rest wouldn’t hurt.

Doc: Ok.

He printed out the prescription and MC and handed them to me.

Doc: Next time, walk away. Especially if you don’t know how to defend yourself.

Me: Thanks Doctor.

We left the room and headed to the cashier to settle the bill and then to the dispensary. Charmaine insisted on paying the bill.

Me: Thanks girlfriend.

She poked my right side. I flinched and my left side hurt.

C: Idiot.

We walked back to the car hand-in-hand. The strange feeling in my chest that overcame me before was back.

Me: I feel weird.

C: Hmm?

Me: I can’t explain it.

C: Ok.

She started the car and drove out of the underground car park.

C: Shall I send you home?

Me: Er. I don’t think I want to go home like this. My stepmom might get worried and my dad might kick my ass.

C: Friend’s house?

I thought about crashing at Jason’s place as I usually did that on some weekdays as he stayed opposite school. But it was the weekend and I had no reason to intrude.

Me: How about your place?

C: That’s not such a good idea is it?

Me: I don’t know.

C: My parent’s are overseas. Only my brothers will be home.

Me: Up to you. You can always drop me off here and I’ll roam the streets. Then I’ll get robbed and raped by some banglas…

C: Very funny.

Me: I’ll sleep on the floor… I won’t make any noise… I don’t snore… I think.

C: Who said you can sleep in my room?

Me: Oops. Then you might as well drop me here…

Charmaine thought about it for awhile.

C: Ok. You can come over. But no funny stuff. And you gotta tell my brothers yourself. They’re, erm, rather protective of me. Especially after what happened last time.

Me: When your ex got too rough?

C: Erm, yeah.

Me: Ah, then it should be easy. Since I’m your new boyfriend and I was defending you from your ex!

C: Who wants to be your girlfriend?

Me: You? Haha.

She stuck out her tongue at me.

Me: But seriously, I feel something strange when I’m with you. Even more so now, after all this has happened…

C: So?

Me: Give me a chance?

C: To?

Me: Make you mine?

C: Actually, I was really very touched when you stood up for me. No one has ever done that…

Me: Well, what can I say. I’m a nice guy…

C: I agree.

Me: So I have a chance?

C: I didn’t say that…

Me: Oh.

C: And I don’t really want a relationship now as A levels are coming.

Me: I won’t affect you. Really. I’m low maintenance.

C: Haha.

Me: So how? Ai kia steady mai?

Charmaine laughed.

C: You sound very beng. Haha.

Me: Well?

She kept silent for a long time.

Me: Silence is consent you know?

C: Ai.

Me: What?

C: I said yes.

Me: Really?

C: Don’t make me change my mind…

Me: Ok.

If she was not driving, I would have hugged her tight. I felt like a teenager again. Oh wait, I was still a teenager. I had this silly grin on my face all the way until we reached her house.

My attempt at sharing my experiences… (Part 42)

By EnigmaofSorrow

We walked out of the chalet and headed to the access gate that led to the beach only to discover that it was locked, so we left the chalet grounds and headed back to the car.

Charmaine was extremely quiet. I wondered what was going on in her head. We sat in the car with the windows down. But it was still pretty stuffy. I broke the silence.

Me: Hey, want to take a walk on the beach?

Charmaine did not reply, but she turned the ignition to ‘on’ and closed the windows.

We stepped out of the car and walked in the general direction of the beach. We headed down the footpath, not really having an end in mind. I walked slightly behind her. Her arms were folded against her chest. We must have walked for around half an hour before she strayed off the footpath and onto the beach. I felt the sand enter my loafers and immediately wished that I was wearing slippers.

The beach was relatively deserted, except for a couple of tents, probably illegal as I did not recall Pasir Ris beach being a designated campsite. Charmaine headed to a breakwater and we found a relatively flat area to sit on. We both stared out into the open sea, listening to the calming sounds of the waves hitting the rocks. A slight chilly wind was blowing and Charmaine shivered. I contemplated hugging her in case she was cold but decided against it as she had just been physically violated and having a guy touch her might not be the best thing in the world for her state of mind.

We sat there for a very long time in silence. Suddenly, she inched closer to me.

C: Can you hold me? I’m cold…

Me: Ok.

I uncrossed my legs and she slid in between them, and rested her head on my left shoulder. I flinched a little due to the dull pain in my ribcage.

C: Sorry. Are you ok?

Me: Yeah. Don’t worry about it.

I encircled her with my arms, holding her hands in mine, and placed them on her stomach. I felt the sides of her breasts brushing against my biceps. I tried hard not to get any horny thoughts. I was after all, a new non-virgin, and the slightest contact with females was more than enough to get my manhood stirring. I tried to concentrate on the pain in my ribs instead.

We sat there for another extended period of time before she spoke again.

C: I’m sorry you had to go through that.

Me: I’m fine. How about you?

She did not reply.

Me: Are you sure you don’t want to make a police report?

C: Yes.

Me: Why?

C: It’s a long story.

Me: I’ve got time.

C: He’s my ex.

Me: What?

C: He loses control when he’s drunk.

Me: That’s no excuse. There were other people in the room.

C: He doesn’t care.

Me: Well, I do. Was he abusive?

C: A little. He would threaten to hit me if I didn’t give in.

Me: Bastard. And you gave in?

C: Not all the time.

Me: So he hit you?

C: Sometimes.

Me: And you let him?

C: We broke up eventually. I did not expect to be in the same class as him.

Me: Tough luck.

C: We were ok as friends. Maybe he got jealous…

Me: Of?

C: You?

Me: Why? We aren’t together.

C: I know. He’s like that.

Me: Is that why you aren’t close to your classmates?

C: Part of it. He’s been trying to get back together but I kept rejecting him. I avoided him and hung out with Amanda mostly.

Me: You never thought of changing class? Or school?

C: It was never this bad.

Me: So what now?

C: I don’t know. I can’t quit school.

Me: I still think you should report him.

C: He’s still young and immature.

Me: So?

C: Let’s just drop it please?

Me: Ok.

C: And thank you for standing up for me.

Me: It’s nothing.

C: You’re a really nice guy.

Me: Thanks.

Charmaine turned around and looked into my eyes. I stared back. They say the eyes are the windows to a person’s soul. All I saw was a girl in pain. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes but she blinked them away. Then she hugged me. I nearly jumped because of the pain.

C: Sorry.

I ignored the pain and hugged her back. I do not know what overcame me and I bent down and pressed my lips against hers. She did not push me away but reciprocated, parting her lips. When the tips of our tongues touched it was electrifying. Then I pulled away.

Me: Sorry. I don’t know why I did that.

She did not say anything but hugged me tighter instead, resting her head on my chest. This time I could not take it anymore as her arm was practically at where I assumed by ribs were broken. I loosened her grip.

Me: I can’t.

C: I better send you to the hospital to get that checked out.

Me: Ok.

We got up and took a slow, long walk back to the car. This time, however, we walked side-by-side, her hand in mine. There was a strange feeling inside my chest that had nothing to do with my ribs.

I wondered what it was.

My attempt at sharing my experiences… (Part 41)

By EnigmaofSorrow

B3 approached me cautiously with a standard martial arts stance. My ribs were still stinging from the punch earlier. I had totally underestimated the power of karate as I assumed that these martial arts were mainly for self-defence. Now I really wished I had signed up for Taekwondo or something, or maybe even wushu.

I figured that the only way to not get hurt was to hurt him first. However, he probably knew all the counter-moves and where my weak spots were. All the muscles in the world was not going to help me. Charmaine was at the side pleading for me to stop and not get involved with this. Cellulite and Butch also realised the gravity of the situation and I heard them making phonecalls, probably to their other classmates who were somewhere nearby. Arrogant had disappeared from the room.

B3 threw the first kick which I unsuccessfully blocked. It caught me at the exact same area that he had punched. I thought I felt something crack. He came at me again with another kick aimed at my stomach.

Maybe the alcohol was getting to him and he was getting slower. Even though his kick connected, I somehow managed to grab his leg. Before he could react, I rugby tackled him to the ground, and managed to pin one of his hands to his side. I forced the forearm of my other hand onto his throat, trying to cut off his air supply. He started struggling, his free hand grabbing desperately at my face. So much for being skilled at karate. I released him when I saw his eyeballs roll back, showing the whites. His loser friends rushed to his side after I got off.

I put on my jeans and t-shirt and went to Charmaine.

Me: Get your stuff. Let’s go.

Cellulite and Butch stood there shell-shocked.

Just as I was about to open the door, someone charged at me from behind, pushing me into the door. I managed the use my arms to soften the impact. Charmaine also managed to jump aside in the nick of time.

It was gangster wannabe, B2. He used some unknown fighting style which utilised his fists, knees and feet to rain uncoordinated blows on me. Probably street-fighting style. I wondered if he kept wooden sticks or maybe a parang somewhere.

His attack was relatively useless, seeing as he had not much strength and poor form. The only time it hurt was when he hit the left side of my body. I was pretty sure I cracked a few ribs. I grabbed him by his neck and considered a chokeslam, but decided I probably could not lift him, and did not really want to hurt him. I shoved him aside and tried to open the door. This time, B1 came at me.

I was seriously getting pissed off. B3 was still on the ground catching his breath. B2 decided not to carry on. But here was ultimate dumbass B1. Despite his friends having given up, he still decided to fight.

Was having Charmaine that big a deal to them? I mean seriously, she was not that pretty, did not have a killer body, and probably would not want to have anything with them. Or was it some underlying factor that caused them to want to hurt her? Still, I would not have forgiven myself if I had let anything happen to Charmaine, the worst case scenario being a gang-rape by these losers. I held up my hand.

Me: Stop. This has gone too far.

The idiot ignored my warning and continued his advancement. I ran through a few WWE moves in my head before settling on a clothesline. He ran straight into it and dropped like a fly, his head hitting the floor with considerable force. It was a bad idea anyway, as the force of him running into me affected my ribcage. I felt short of breath.

With the three idiots in random positions on the floor, I grabbed Charmaine by the arm and dragged her out of the room. We hurried down the stairs, followed by Cellulite and Butch.

Arrogant was downstairs. There was a huge guy smoking at the door downstairs. He was a Year Two thrower in Track and Field named Nick, and apparently was Charmaine’s classmate.

N: What the hell is going on?

C: Nothing. We’re leaving.

N: Stop. Enigma, tell me what happened.

Me: You have idiots in your class.

Nick looked at the bruises on Charmaine and the scratches on my face.

N: Charmaine, what did they do?

She did not reply but started crying again. Arrogant girl started talking.

G3: Truth or dare gone wrong. They asked her to strip and she didn’t want to so B3 did it himself.

N: What??!

The three idiots came down the stairs, apparently still intent on picking a fight. Charmaine hid behind me. Nick approached them and slapped the Karate Kid across his head.

N: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU GUYS THINK YOU ARE DOING?

They kept quiet. Apparently Nick was some sort of influential person in their class. Furthermore, he was much bigger than me, and probably stronger too, and they realised it was a good idea not to mess with him.

N: I should call the police.

C: Please don’t! I don’t want any more trouble.

N: Charmaine is our classmate and you dare to do such things to her?

B3: She might have enjoyed it…

Charmaine stared at him with a look that could cut glass.

Me: Hey you dickhead, I dare you to say that again!

He spat at me, and we almost squared off again but Nick stood between us. Arrogant girl spoke again.

G3: If Enigma didn’t step in, we all might have been er, taken advantage of.

G2: They did have a lot to drink.

N: Shit.

He turned to Charmaine.

N: I’m sorry this had to happen. This was supposed to be a fun gathering. Do you want to report this?

C: No.

N: You better apologise. Or I’ll call the police.

Me: I don’t think a simple apology will suffice.

Karate Kid got in my face again.

B3: You piece of shit! Don’t tell me you wouldn’t do the same in this situation.

Me: Do what? Rape her? Sorry. I’m not like you lowlifes.

I turned to Charmaine.

Me: You’d be willing to accept an apology?

C: Yes.

I decided to leave it at that. Maybe she really was so benevolent and forgiving. I would ask her later. I turned to Karate Kid.

Me: Apologise and we’ll leave.

He looked as though he wanted to beat the shit out of me but Nick grabbed is shoulder around the trapezius area and squeezed.

B3: FUCK! Sorry.

Me: What?

B3: I said I’m sorry!

C: Ok. Let’s go.

Charmaine tugged at my t-shirt and literally dragged me out of the chalet. I did not know where she intended to go but I followed her anyway.

My attempt at sharing my experiences… (Part 40)

By EnigmaofSorrow

I had enough.

Charmaine was crouched on the floor, hands desperately trying to cover her chest as the bastard tried to remove her dress. His two friends were cheering and egging him on. The 3 girls did nothing to help Charmaine, and seemed more interested in watching her get forcefully stripped. Drunk or not, this was too much.

B3 had started to grope Charmaine. She made no attempt to fight him off, and was sobbing uncontrollably. He tugged at her bra and somehow it snapped, letting her breasts go free. The two other guys, who were obviously enjoying the show, saw me approaching B3. They stood up too.

I grabbed the asshole by his shoulders and spun him around.

Me: That’s enough.

The weakling threw a punch which connected with my left ribcage. It was not supposed to hurt, as I assumed that I had enough meat protecting my organs. But it hurt like hell and I was momentarily winded. I shoved him aside and bent down to attend to Charmaine.

There were scratches on her arms, shoulders and chest. Tears were still streaming down her cheeks as she cowered in the corner, hugging her knees to her chest, trying to preserve what ever modesty she had left. I grabbed her cardigan and passed it to her, thinking she would cover herself up. But the shock of the event was too much for her and she dropped the cardigan. B3 approached again, flanked by B1 and B2.

B3: You fucking spoiler! You got a problem with me?

Oh yeah. This was good. A JC Two guy, 18 years old was trying to act like a gangster.

B2: Yeah you fucking junior. I bet you would do the same thing.

The three of them approached us. I stood up and turned around, fists clenched in case they wanted to fight. Charmaine snapped out of her shock and grabbed my wrist. I looked at her. She shook her head.

C: He knows karate.

Me: Big deal.

I turned back to the three guys. Charmaine came to her senses and managed to pull up her dress, and put on her cardigan. The three bitches were still doing nothing, but simply watching to see what was going to happen.

Me: You guys are bastards. How can you do this?

B3: We do what we like. Who are you to tell us what to do?

Me: I’m her friend.

B2: You better watch out. I know people from ang soon tong and sa la gao.

They tried to intimidate me by throwing out some gang names.

Me: So? You think you very big fuck ah?

They came closer. Truthfully, I was a little afraid, having no martial arts background. I could only rely on brute strength to defend myself if we came to blows. And it was three on one.

B2: You wait. I call my friends.

Me: Call la! I call my friends also. 995. See who more powerful.

B1: No need call la. He’s only one person.

B3: Get the fuck out of here. Or else.

Me: Or else what?

B3: You fight us. Or we take your girl.

Now that was something I could not stand. Cowardice. I never expected such behaviour from JC guys, expecting them to be the studious, goody-two-shoes type. Charmaine tugged at my wrist again.

C: Don’t. Let’s just go.

I ignored her. It was not that I was itching for a fight, but these assholes needed to be taught a lesson.

Me: Come on you cowards.

The other girls suddenly seemed to wake up, and Cellulite and Butch went over to Charmaine to see if she was ok. They pulled her aside and spoke to her. Arrogant still seemed unperturbed by the situation, but at least she gave Charmaine some tissues to dry her eyes.

I was at a severe disadvantage, being half-naked, and facing three idiots, one of who was supposedly a karate exponent. I wondered how I was going to win this.

Seriously, it was alcohol and testosterone, and most likely, male ego that dominated the scene.

B3: You’ll fight us one-on-one.

I decided to pretend for awhile that I was my favourite WWE superstar.

Me: Just bring it.

My attempt at sharing my experiences… (Part 39)

By EnigmaofSorrow

At this point of time, I cannot remember the names of the girls or guys we were playing truth or dare with. So I shall just call them G1, G2, G3, B1, B2 and B3.

I will not go int details describing the guys. Let’s just say they were normal, not to tall or short, fat or thin, and go by the assumption that they were all heterosexual. They were dressed in berms and Thailand singlets. The girls were a different story.

G1 was tall and skinny, with short hair, and looked relatively butch. She wore a back-less halter-neck top and I did not see a bra. However, her chest was as flat as an airport runway, although her nipples were poking through the thin material of her top, and the sight of her skinny legs in FBT shorts kind of turned me off.

G2 was shorter, hair in a pony tail, average sized boobs, but she had huge thighs with visible cellulite, and she was wearing FBT shorts too.

G3 was by far the prettiest of the lot, she made Charmaine look like a plain Jane. She had the Victoria Beckham kind of hairstyle, and had a pouty, arrogant look. Her reasonable sized chest was spilling out of the low-cut, or was it loose necked spaghetti top she was wearing, offering a nice view of her cleavage. Her legs were slim and toned, and were nicely proportioned to the rest of her body. And yes, she was wearing FBT shorts as well.

Charmaine, in her dress, and me in my T-shirt and jeans, looked totally out of place.

The bottle stopped spinning and ended up pointing at B2. Arrogant girl was somehow appointed the game master.

G3: Truth or dare?

B2: Er. If I don’t like the truth question can I choose the dare instead and vice versa?

G3: No. It won’t be fun otherwise.

Me: Who decides the questions or dares?

G3: Hmm. I never thought of that. Let’s go in a circle then. Guys will ask the girls and girls, the guys.

Me: Ok.

G3: So truth or dare?

B2: Truth.

G3 turned to the butch and asked her for a question.

G1: How often do you masturbate and who do you think off when you do it?

With that question, I realised the direction that this game was taking. These teenagers were either high or drunk, and the game was turning sexual. I looked at Charmaine who shifted uncomfortably. She shrugged. I hoped I did not have to perform a homosexual act as a dare.

B2: Few times a week. I usually watch jap porn. Favourite is Sakura Sakurada.

The grouped laughed. Ms. Arrogant spun the bottle again. It landed on herself.

G3: Damn. Truth.

B1 asked the question.

B1: Do you have a boyfriend? If no, do any one of us stand a chance?

G3: No to both.

She spun the bottle again. It landed on Charmaine.

C: Truth.

B2: Are you sleeping with this guy?

He pointed at me. Charmaine blushed. Or maybe it was the alcohol.

C: No!

That would soon change, I thought to myself, and laughed inwardly. The bottle was spun. It landed on G3 again.

G3: This sucks. Truth.

Me: Hey. This is boring. Maybe we should alternate between truth and dares.

G3: Fine. Whatever.

B3: French kiss G1!

The juveniles started cheering as though they had never watched lesbian porn before. I expected G3 to protest but she readily went up to G1 and planted her lips on hers.

B2: Show us some tongue!

B1: Yeah.

They happily obliged. I was impressed. JC kids do know how to have fun.

B3: Grab her tits!

The butch slid her hands under arrogant girl’s spaghetti top and squeezed. She moaned. I looked at Charmaine again who was clearly uncomfortable. The two girls stopped kissing.

G3: Satisfied?

The three idiots simply sat there quietly, open-mouthed, and in awe of the lesbian kissing scene they just witness. To be truthful, I found it a little sick. Not that I was homophobic or anything, but watching lesbians on porn and in real life were two entirely different things. She spun the bottle again, and it landed on me. I cursed inwardly.

Me: Dare.

Cellulite girl decided on my dare.

G2: Take off your clothes and remain in your underwear for the rest of the game.

I looked at Charmaine. She gave me a blank look. I wondered where this was going. It did not really matter to me, I was comfortable with my body, and did not really have much qualms about showing off, but the sexual nature of the game was a little worrying. I felt Cellulite girl and Ms. Arrogant visually raping me as I removed my t-shirt and jeans. Butch paid no attention to me obviously, and I hoped that the guys were straight. Charmaine looked really embarrassed. I sat there in my boxers. Ms. Arrogant seemed to forget that she had to spin the bottle.

Me: Hello? I’m done.

The bottle was spun again, and it landed on Charmaine. She had to do a dare. B3 had a devious look in his eyes.

B3: Perform a strip tease for us.

Charmaine was shocked. She literally screamed at him.

C: NO!

B2: Come on. It’s just for fun…

B1: Yeah. Show us your tits!

I had a funny feeling that they were doing this to her on purpose. Charmaine burst into tears. She got up and tried to leave but was blocked by B3, who appeared a little drunk.

B3: Hey. You agreed to play the game. Now play by the rules!

I looked at the other three girls. They did not seem to be bothered. B3 tugged at Charmaine’s dress, managing to pull one strap off her shoulder. Charmaine screamed and slapped him, which made him angry. He pulled the other strap down, exposing her bra.

My attempt at sharing my experiences… (Part 38)

By EnigmaofSorrow

By the time we arrived at the chalet, Costa Sands to be exact, it was already past midnight. Charmaine parked at the public car park outside as she did not want to pay the parking fee to park inside Costa Sands itself. The public car park was dark, but not deserted, probably as it was a weekend after all, and both families and lovers had booked chalets to celebrate whatever they were celebrating.

When we reached the unit, a duplex, the bbq was almost over, and most of Charmaine’s were chilling around the outside, drinking and smoking. I did not realise that so many of them smoked, but at least they were of legal age unlike me. I decided not to be friendly and hung around on the walkway a few units away while she went to exchange pleasantries with her classmates. I tried to eavesdrop on their conversation.

C: Hi all. How’s the bbq?

Guy 1: Wah, Char, new boyfriend ah?

Girl 1: Why never intro?

Girl 2: He looks familiar…

Guy 2: He’s a junior right? From dunno which sport…

Guy 1: Ya, I think so?

Girl 2: Oh. That guy ah? Eh Char, I heard he’s not a good guy leh. How come you go out with him?

I think my so-called reputation preceded me. I was bemused that someone actually bothered to spread such rumours about me.

C: He’s not my boyfriend. Just a friend. And he’s ok la. You people shouldn’t believe everything other people say.

I caught Girl 1 eyeing me. Girl 2 whispered into Charmaine’s ear, and they both giggled. Girl 1 got curious and joined their private conversation, which I presumed was probably about my privates. They continued giggling. One of the guys came over with a beer and offered it to me. He looked relatively high from the alcohol. I spotted dozens of crushed beer cans all over the place.

Guy: Hey bro, why so anti-social? Join us man…

I took the beer from him. The can was not cold. I hated warm beer but I took it anyway in an attempt to be social.

Me: Thanks.

Another guy came up to me.

Guy 2: Wah bro, how you managed to hook Charmaine? Some of us try since last year she always reject…

Me: She’s not my girlfriend la. Just friends.

Guy 1: Must be cos he so fit la. We cannot compare. Wah, see his big muscles!

I hoped his comment was not meant in a homosexual context, either that or he as really drunk.

Me: Erm, thanks.

Guy 2: Wah, didn’t know she like this kind of guys. I must go gym also…

Guy 1: Ya lor, she so small sized, sure kena crushed by him.

I tried hard not to laugh at these two drunk fools. Thankfully, Charmaine came to my rescue, beer in hand.

C: Stop teasing him la. He’s here as my friend.

Me: Er, you’re drinking too? How’re you going to drive later?

C: We stay until tomorrow? Will you stay with me?

Me: Huh. What are we going to do?

C: They want to find some haunted house or some haunted tower or something.

Me: Right. Crazy.

C: They also want to play truth or dare…

Me: Huh. I hate such games.

C: Play only la. It’ll be fun! And I’ll get to find out more about you…

Me: Er. Ok. Anything you say. But I thought you not close to your classmates?

C: Yeah. But nevermind la. I’ve got you here with me.

I shrugged.

Me: Whatever. There better not be anything stupid.

I seriously hated such games and I had no clue why I even agreed to join them. Maybe I was doing it subconsciously to make Charmaine happy. But, whatever it was, I decided that I had better make myself more high before playing. I finished the disgusting warm beer in a few gulps and went in search of another one, preferably cold. I found a couple more in the fridge and downed those as well. By my fourth can, I felt like I was going to be sick, but I ignored it and joined them upstairs. The beds had been pushed to the side and the pull-out mattresses were on the floor. I joined them as they sat in a circle, and settled down next to Charmaine. She nudged me and whispered in my ear.

C: How much did you drink?

Me: A bit.

C: Can play or not?

Me: Can la.

There was a bottle in middle and one of the girls was in charge of spinning it. There were three other girls and three guys playing, making it a total of eight of us.

As I watched the bottle spin, I hoped it would not land on me.

My attempt at sharing my experiences… (Part 37)

By EnigmaofSorrow

I did not know what to expect if I decided to go out with Charmaine.

We had coffee a few times, went to see a few movies, went out for dinner, stuff like that. It was more like friendly dates. The sex monster in me was trying to get out, and I was struggling to keep it in. Charmaine was a quiet girl, cute, demure, gentle, shy, possibly a virgin. If I were to try any funny, it might be viewed as rape, so I decided to take it slow. Besides, the mid-year exams were approaching, and we did not go out as much as she needed to study. Furthermore, it was not as it we were a couple, but merely a guy and a girl who went out on dates quites a few times. In any case, I had my collection of porn and my left and right hands to keep me occupied.

After the mid-year exams, Charmaine called me up and asked if I wanted to go out. We made a date for Friday night and planned to catch a midnight movie.

I met up with her at Orchard Cineleisure that night. She was dressed simply, but sexily, in a one-piece sleeveless dress with a cardigan. Her hair, usually tied into a pony-tail, was let down.

Me: Hi sexy babe. What do you wanna watch?

She blushed.

C: I don’t know. Let’s see what’s available?

Me: Ok.

Either due to bad luck or bad timing, everything was either sold out or selling fast, and we decided not to watch a movie.

Me: So what do you want to do?

C: Let’s go clubbing?

Me: Seriously?

C: Not really. I don’t like clubbing.

Me: Me neither.

C: Then what do you want to do?

Against better judgement, I wanted to say that we should go somewhere and have sex, but I decided not to.

Me: Wanna play pool?

C: Don’t know how to play.

Me: LAN games?

C: Not interested.

Me: Supper?

C: Not really hungry.

I was getting a little tired. There did not seem to be anything she wanted to do.

Me: Let’s go home then.

C: And waste the night?

Me: Well, I suggested things that we could do, but you rejected them all.

C: Sorry, exams just ended. I want to destress.

Me: Ok, so tell me what you want to do?

C: I like going to the beach.

Me: Ok, so let’s go to the beach.

C: Actually, I have a class chalet at Pasir Ris. Do you want to come?

Me: Er. Who’s going to be there?

C: My classmates?

Me: And what’s happening at the chalet?

C: I don’t know. I didn’t want to go. Not really close to my classmates.

Me: But now you want to go?

C: It’s near the beach… I think they’re having a barbecue or something. We could chill somewhere nearby…

Me: Well, if you want to beat the midnight charge, we better get a cab soon.

C: Er, no need. I drove.

I was momentarily stunned.

Me: You drive? Just got your license? You’re 18 already?

C: Actually, I’m 19.

Me: How’s that possible? Year Twos are usually 18…

She looked at me as though I was dumb or something.

C: I was from Normal stream.

Me: Oh…

So that probably explained why she was not close to her classmates, given the one-year age gap, which was not much, but perhaps it was an inferiority complex that stemmed from being from the Normal stream while the rest of her classmates were from Express that made her withdrawn and not feel like part of the group. We walked to her car.

Me: So anyway, where did you find parking in Orchard on a Friday night?

C: Cairhill.

Me: Cunt-hill?

She giggled at my reference to slang of female genitalia.

C: Cairnhill. It’s behind Heeren.

Me: Oh. I never realised that there was such a place.

C: When you drive, you’ll find out about such places.

I decided to try my luck.

Me: So do you bring guys to dark areas in your car to make out?

She giggled again, but I could tell she was blushing.

C: No. It’s my brother’s car. And I don’t have a boyfriend.

Me: Never did?

C: Just two. In Secondary School.

Me: Are you a virgin?

She appeared shocked at my straightforward question, but answered anyway.

C: No…

Inwardly, the sex demon was cursing that he was not going to have any virgin blood, but thankfully, the more composed part of my brain managed to overcome that nasty thought.

Me: I see.

C: I’ve heard stories about you…

Me: Stories? They’re just rumours…

C: Really?

I thought I detected a hint of disappointment in her voice.

We reached the car and got in. It was a black Hyundai Accent. I was thinking how old her brother was to be driving a family sedan.

She drove out of the car park and got onto the expressway. I decided to flirt with her and see if I could turn her on with just words.

Me: Which rumours have you heard?

C: Lots.

Me: Like?

C: You have many girlfriends?

Me: Nope. Just one. A long time ago.

C: You chase girls from all over the place?

Me: Haha! That’s new. Even I never heard of that…

C: You have had orgies with girls from school?

Me: HAHA! Now why would anyone want to say that about me?

C: So you’re telling me none of the rumours are true?

Me: If they were true, and I’m a sex maniac, why would you go out with me?

C: Hmm. That’s true. I don’t know. I find you intriguing I guess.

Me: Ok. That’s new.

C: So you are a virgin?

Me: That can’t be a rumour right? Considering all the other rumours you just told me.

C: Just asking…

Me: You want to deflower me?

C: Haha! Nope. Just wondering how experienced you are. They also say you have a big-”

Me: Muscles? Brain? Heart?

C: Er. Never mind. Forget I asked.

Me: You seem disappointed.

C: No no. We’re just friends right? Friends shouldn’t be discussing these things.

Me: Oh. I thought we were more than that. Aren’t we like dating?

C: I don’t know. I really shouldn’t have a boyfriend now. Especially with the A levels coming up…

Me: Well, we could just fuck and be friends!

C: You horny bastard!

Me: Sorry. Kidding.

C: It’s ok. I’ve got 3 brothers. We talk like this often.

Me: Really? You discuss sex with them?

C: Not sex per se. But sometimes we just talk. About stuff.

Me: I see.

C: So are we still going for the chalet?

Me: Why not? Unless you have other plans for me…

She took the hint.

C: We’ll just go and see what’s happening, then go to the beach ok?

Me: Anything you say babe.

I wondered what was in store for me as she drove towards the chalet. My indecent fantasies caused a familiar stirring in my pants, in anticipation of some action later that night.

My attempt at sharing my experiences… (Part 36)

By EnigmaofSorrow

Well, in the end, I did not manage to fuck Tanya’s ass, no matter how tight she said it was.

After the shower, we changed and headed to Orchard Road, had a late lunch at Swensen’s and caught a movie. It was one of those lame shows that I cannot even remember the title. I think it was Scary Movie or something. After that, we had coffee at Starbucks and headed home separately. I did not contact Tanya after that and neither did she contact me. Eventually, she left Singapore without saying goodbye and I have not heard from her since, except when I added her on Facebook about a year back and saw that she was married with a kid. How time flies.

What Tanya did to me was not just taking my virginity, or teaching me the basics of sex, but she awakened the sexual demon within me. I felt horny all the time, and despite being totally worn out from my gym sessions, I felt the urge to masturbate everyday. I often look back and wonder how many trees I killed, judging by the amount of tissues was in my trash can.

Anyway, the experiences with Tanya also made me look at girls in a different light. It made me aware that they were horny creatures as well, and they had sexual needs to be fulfilled. My previous impression was that they were all prim and proper, and dirty jokes or sexual connotations should not be used when around them.

My next encounter was with a girl whom I noticed kept hanging around the stadium whenever there was Track and Field trainings. I paid no attention to her as she was probably ogling at the runners, who were mostly tall and lean, unlike the throwers, like myself, who were starting to look like minature bodybuilders. This happened for quite a few weeks but I totally ignored it, preferring to train hard for the upcoming Sports Day. I had enrolled for 3 individual and 1 team event, namely, Discus, Javelin, Long Jump and 4x100m relay. My class, as well as the Arts Stream had high hopes for me as a medal prospect, as well as to bring up the name of the Arts Stream, which had for a long time, been branded as Drama Kings and Queens, and not having much talent in the sporting arena. I wanted to prove a point, having gathered a couple of guys and girls who were not in Track and Field, but whom I felt had a relatively good chance of winning points for the Arts Stream. I trained with them on my off days from my regular training and we had a good chance. I was even made Captain of the Arts Team, usually such an honour was given to a Year Two student.

Sports Day came and went, and the Arts Stream gave a good showing. We did not manage to pip the Science Stream for the overall championship, but we managed podium finishes for Discus, Javelin, Long Jump, Triple Jump, High Jump and the 4x100m relay. I had gotten Bronze for Long Jump and Javelin, and the Gold for Discus. My relay team did not finish due to an unfortunate disqualification, but I took satisfaction in the fact that almost the entire school were shocked when I took the gold for Discus, despite the two Science Stream representatives, two huge guys, way huger then me, both Year Two students, and school throwers for that matter, being the favourites for the event. I guess it was really technique over size and strength. Even the Track and Field Teacher-in-charge came up to me after the event and admitted that he did not think I had a chance over his senior throwers. There was no rivalry however, and I started training with the seniors after Sports Day, having been made to train with the Year Ones previously.

But back to the story.

I continued training after Sports Day and some of my Arts team had even joined Track and Field, most likely for the CCA points, especially with the prospect of representing the school.

After training one Friday, I noticed that the girl who was always at the stadium was still there. It was already getting dark and the runners had mostly finished their training and had hit the showers. I grabbed my sports bottle and went to prepare my protein shake.

I was at the water-cooler when I felt her presence behind me.

Girl: Hi.

I jumped.

Me: Hey, you scared me.

G: Sorry.

Me: You need a drink?

I thought I was hogging the water-cooler.

G: Nope. Just thought I would say hi.

Me: Oh. Ok. Hi then.

G: I’m Charmaine.

Me: I’m Enigma.

We shook hands.

Me: So you waiting for your boyfriend?

C: Nope. I don’t have a boyfriend.

Me: Really? A pretty girl like you?

Under the dim light, I noticed her features. She was not very, tall, not very curvy, but had a cute face, with big eyes, and a dimpled smile that could melt ice.

Me: Waiting for your girlfriend then?

C: Haha. Not really. I’m actually here to support Amanda.

Amanda was one of the Year Two Arts girls whom I was training with for Long Jump. She had joined Track and Field after Sports Day.

Me: Oh. I see. Well, we just finished. She should be changing now.

C: I know.

Me: The female changing rooms are on the other side of the block.

C: I know that too.

Me: So why are you here?

C: I just thought I would say hi. And maybe get to know you?

That was direct.

Me: Haha. ok. So you’re in Arts too?

C: Nope. I’m from Science. Amanda’s been my best friend since Primary School.

Me: Wow. You two been in the same school since then?

C: Yeah. Same class all the way until now.

I tried to recall how many friends I had like this. None.

C: I was amazed that she joined Track this year. She’s usually more into Sea Sports and ODAC.

That would explain Amanda’s perpetual tan, and impressively toned body.

Me: I see, how about you?

C: I was in Sea Sports for awhile and now I’m an inactive member. Year Two is abit tough to juggle sports and studies.

Me: I see.

C: And Amanda did mention that the junior coaching her was quite hot…

Me: Who me? No la..

I kind of blushed.

C: And I heard the motivational talks you gave the team after training. I’m impressed.

Me: It’s nothing really.

C: Anyway, would you like to hang out sometime?

Me: Sure, why not?

She asked for my mobile phone and I gave it to her. She keyed in her mobile number, saved it and passed the phone back.

C: Anyway, I’m going to meet Amanda for dinner. We’ll catch up soon?

Me: Yeah, why not.

She smiled demurely and left. I finished up my protein shake and looked at my phone. She had saved her number with the name ‘Charmaine =p’. How cute.

I had never gone out with older girls before, and this one was practically asking me out. I decided to give it a shot soon. I headed off to the changing room for a much needed shower.