Coming of age. To aged.

[eeemen]

Thanks for the continuation , hoping for more bro TS, cheers ...................

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Chapt 7

The days after.

The very next day, upon seeing Emma enter the class and took her seat in front of me, i then realised that i was totally wrong when i thought i might have liked Emma. For the last 16 hours or so, i never once thought about anything else other than JM. Seems that it didn’t matter whether she had a boyfriend or not anymore...i just wanted to...continue chatting with her, getting to know her more. Maybe i still will have a chance to be her boyfriend in future.

Emma: wei! (slaps my table front for the umpteen time )hey thanks for studying with me yesterday. It was quite productive, managed to finish all my homework before 7 then i can watch tv and chit chat with Pauline already.

Me: haha. Its ok. My pleasure.

Emma: wa wa wa, sounds like i forced you into it like that and your not happy.

Me: huh i didn’t say im not happy?

Emma: but your tone says so.

Me: wait. I think your thinking way too much sexy.

Emma: no im not, your obviously lying.

Me: ok look here girl, i dun wanna pick a fight with you...so just leave it at that.

Emma: hmph! ( and she turns back to face the front )

Seems like now that i know i like JM, im neglecting Emma. But at that point in time, i didn’t think so much. Emma wasn’t in my line of consideration at all. Love blinded me i guess. But hey, why was Emma so sensitive. I took me awhile before i came to think about that. Perhaps she...was really concern about me being happy? When im with her? But no. Not possible. She had a boyfriend...why will she...Arghh fuck it. Who cares? Mr lee is coming in within the next few minutes and i still haven finished copying science homework from dianna ( classmate sitting beside me ) since i spent the whole night chatting with JM i didn’t do any shit of work. Emma? Who’s that? Who cares?

...
...

JM: oh my god...Tink...oh my goddddd...
Me: you like it? You want more?

JM: oh yes! Give it to me, give it to meeeeeeeeeee!

The temperature in the room was rising at a rapid rate, with clothes thrown all over the floor, two figures were smacked together, with their body covered with perspiration. Her breast were never the biggest. But yet so soft and supple to touch. Besides, they never sag, and her nipples... those pink and erected nipples, so erotic to touch, so kinky to suck on.

As JM continues moaning and begging, i once again slid two fingers into the warmth of her forbidden hole, the forbidden fortress.

JM: ahhhh! Faster!!! Tink faster!!! Ahhhhhh.

And i up the tempo, up the pace...as JM gets hotter so was I. The sight of

JM all naked and screaming away at the top of voice in ecstasy was so steamy. Me, left with just my underwear, started to feel the pain underneath it. He is begging to be released. But no, not now. Im not done with her yet!
Piak piak piak piak, the erotic sounds coming from the friction of my finger thrust, and her pussy juices were increasingly loud, and JM was starting to tremble in frenzy fashion, her hair thrown all over the bed, her hands, stretched to her side, grabbing tight at the bedsheet.

JM: oh no! Im there im there! Im coming!!!!! COMING!!!!!!!!!!

She started to jerk now, uncontrollably, throughout her entire body. Her pussy is now grabby tight to my fingers, unwilling to let this pleasure subside immediately. With her eyes closed, JM fights to try and control her body, which is now moving very obscenely on its own. With that, i landed myself onto her body and hugged her tightly, hoping to give her some warm and something to hold on to, which she did. As she soon stopped convulsing, she finally let off a sigh of relieve and lighten her grip on me. Soon she open her eyes and look deep into me. The face of a lady who had just bask in the pleasure of her own orgasm, who just reached her own nirvana. She smiles lightly at me, blushing. I couldn’t let her go, she is just so beautiful, so mesmerising. Subconsciously, my head began to move towards hers gradually, and our lips met. The kiss was sensual, forceful yet slowly. Soon kissing turned into French kissing, and it seemed that she is aroused again...

Me: you satisfied my princess?

JM: yes very...and i still haven’t had enough.

Me: hey then what about me, someone down there is really sad right now...
JM: ohhhhhh, i forgot about him le.

JM starting to caress my dick with my underwear on, teasing it to press harder to the surface of my underwear than it already did, threatening to tear a hole through it.

JM: so what does he wants?

Me: you obviously know the answer...why ask...

JM: hmm...i wonder...

Her silky hands slowly made its way to the top of my underwear, slowly starting to bring it down. I was filled with anticipation. Im finally gonna have a girl do me, im finally gona be a....

Mr Lee: WAKE UP!

Me: (jolted up from my sleep) huh? Huh? What happen?

Mr Lee: Mr Lim, what do you think you are doing? Sleeping in class? Very good. Sleep is what you want, sleep is what you get. I shall reward you detention class today after school till 5 pm. After 5pm, come report to me, then i will let you go. UNDERSTAND?

Me: yes mr lee, sorry mr lee....

DAMN. It was all just a dream. Wait. I felt some wetness in my pants. Ok. Its so fun now. Ejaculating in class where i do not have a new underwear to change into. And i will have to tahan all that stickiness till 5pm. Well, once again...FUCK MY LIFE!

End of Chapt 7. Pls be patient readers. The really steamy parts will be at Chapt 11 onwards. Have fun all!

[Tinktong]

Wassup i'm back. Not much response but decided to still continue...

Chapt 8

When a prank, turned disaster.

So normal day normal life carried on for the next 2-3 months or so, with my exam results extremely disappointing although i never fail anything. During that time, i managed to smsed alot to jia mei, lesser when it comes to face to face speech as i was shy, and got to know her quite abit. First she didn’t come from a well to do family, i can even say its slightly below average. As such, she has already started working part time at the age of 13. Despite her pretty face, she is quite an eccentric person, sometimes almost being like a tomboy. She is not an energetic person that is for sure, but she has wits, and loves to play pranks on people. Never did i know, her prank will one day turn, ‘fatal’.

On the train, on the way home. We live quite near each other, hence, same train.

Me: So you working again tomorrow?

JM: ya every weekend ma. Never work no money.

Me: haiz, why you need so much money for?

JM: buy clothes, buy footwear, buy make up...

Me: what? Wah you are only 14 leh, learn to put make up already?

JM: hahas..i hoped to become a model next time.

Me: yup you so pretty sure can la. See your cheeks dunnid put make up also so rosy already. So cute. ><

JM: haha. Wah you like me isit?

Me: its just a professional comment.

JM: oh really... ok la, you are quite nice to chat with also.

Me: (ego boost, but at the back of my head, i still reminded myself that she is untouchable, she already had a boyfriend)

Me: hey chat with you for so long le, still duno when is your birthday.
JM: oh, past already. In February XX.

Me: what the...then you older than me by a few months lor.

JM: yep, xiao didi. Hahahahaha.

The rest of the trip home, was a light hearted affair.

I was drying my head with a large blue towel, sitting on my desk in front of my com, looking at which dota game to join. Heck, maybe its still very early in the day, maybe its because it was Friday, no game. Just when i was feeling damn sian, an sms came.

JM: hey what you doing now?

Me: erm, just finished bathing, nth much. Y?

JM: oh nothing la, just came home nothing much to do, tv no shows also. Thought of chatting with you lor.

Me: oic. Hey what do you think of the piece we practised in school...........
About 40 mins passed.

JM: haha, ok la, i come home still haven bathe yet lei. I go bathe first, chat with you later.

Me: eeyer. Dirty gal. Smelly smelly. Go bathe go bathe.

As i was typing and sending that, anyone who saw my face would have thought i was crazy, smiling away silly to my phone. It was like first love. Puppy love wadeva you wanna call it. But i felt on top of the world, to be able to chat with her this way, its a feeling i never once felt before. The more i chat with her, the more i do not want to stop. I just...miss her alot.
As i was sitting back, staring blankly into space, an sms came. Excited, i swiftly took up my phone and read on...

SMS: hey. So you are the guy who is always harassing my girlfriend isit?
Me: what who are you?

SMS: im JM’s boyfriend. Why? You like my girlfriend isit. Come on la, i secretly tailed you and saw you before. Dont bhb can?

Me: what? What are you talking about? I never like your girlfriend or anything? Its just normal friends.

SMS: don’t come and act. How many guys want to chase my girlfriend i know, but pls la, look at you. No style, just an average joe. You wanna chase JM? Dream on la. You better stop harassing my boyfriend or else.

Me: look, i dun give a damn about what you are saying, and why are you using her phone?

SMS: hey tink, sry sry, my bf crazy de dun listen to him huh.

Me: JM just what is going on? He is spouting a hell lot of nonsensical bullshyt.

SMS: come on la motherfucker. She doesn’t like you at all, JM doesn’t like
you AT ALL. UNDERSTAND. She just finds you abit cute like kid, playing around with you only coz she finds it fun. UNDERSTAND. You are just like a plaything, now just fuck off.

Me: FINE! Rest assure, i wont mess around with your gf ever again. Im done here, dun sms me back again you fucking ccb.

And it all went silent for 30 mins or so. I never once felt so angry so humiliated in life. It was like falling from the sky. One moment i thought i had it, the very next, i realised i was just too naive, too young, too gullible, and too much trust in people that i got played out by this, this cute but evil gal.
SMS: hey tink, im very sorry la, just now hor is just i call my boyfriend sms play play joke joke with you only la while i bathe, you dun angry hor. It was so much fun!

Me: FUN? You call this FUN? Now i finally know you inside out. Yes, your bf is right, im just like your play thing rite? You. Dun ever look for me again or talk to me. Its done. We are done. BYE.

SMS: ok ok, since you like that then fine lor. So xiao qi. Forget it.

And with that, will be the last sms i received from her for 1 and a half years. Until then. It is back to emma and introduction of azira.
Chapt 8 complete. Chapt 9 will move on the Secondary 3. Cya.

[Tinktong]

Chapt 9.

Growth is swift. Now im in my long pants.

Me: hey azairul! 2 months no see huh! Wah, looks handsome man. Now long pants no longer small kid already.

Azairul: haha, of course man, you sama sama la. You also look better now sia. Hey you know what, azira from your class last time right? Now she same class as me you know? Fucking hot sia. You know her well?

Me: erm...i know she is pretty and all but, i din really talk to her much other than class work stuff. Duno much about her other than her appearance... i know, you must be staring at her boobs right.

Azairul: no la. Never stare. But her boobs really quite big sia. Now only 15, few more years duno grow how big. Tak boleh tahan.

Me: well.. i can help you bro. Need a rubber band?

Half a year passed. Of course, just 6 months isn’t sufficient for me to completely forget about JM’s existence.What’s more she is still around in school. Get to walk past her occasionally after morning assembly. But things were different. We no longer wave hi to each other, no longer even look at each other in the eye. When we do brush past each other, it will be like, girl boy accidentally saw each other, immediately looks away pretending to be engrossed in some stuff in the air, in the ceiling whatever... but its not the love love kind of awkward, its the, we got a bad past and i just wanna avoid it kind of thing. And at least within her clique of girl friends, i got to know from some eavesdropping here and there that i have been labelled amongst them as a useless, childish, easily jealous, no sense of humour, and many more negative opinions, guy. But i dun really like her circle of friends anyway. The guys around her are all the act gangster not gangster ppl. The girls are a bunch of ah lians wannabes but just epic fail. So, i took the comments, but just kept quiet about it, dun wanna others to think i’m not able to accept criticism anyway. So yea, i have to act like a gentlemen in case my reputation falls further.
However, Emma, like a stalker, followed me for the third year into the same class. Is it just fate or what...

Emma: hello tink. Wah you look so different. Look so mature now. Not bad.

Me: haha. But you look the same LOL.

Emma: yea i know, looks the same pretty right? You know just a few days ago, some guy i knocked into commented that i got hot legs. See ( puts out her leg to show me, but i can only see up to her mid thighs anyway, since her skirt is covering...)

Me: ( look for awhile, but try not to stare like a pervert) ahaha. Yea, not bad la.

Emma: HEY! What not bad! Many guys love my leg are hot ok, your the only one other than my boyfriend that i actually exhibit to you know. Love them, tanned, slim and toned. I work out quite alot to make my body so toned.

Me: yea yea, alright so what is your point?

Emma: erm, er, no point. Just telling you that im attractive.

Me: ( turns to my partner – Girl X ) haiz, someone is really not very humble you know.

Emma: hey what are talking about me.

Me: oh nothing. Said you are very pretty.

Emma: chey. Jerk. So. New year got girlfriend already?

Me: no still the same old me other than the long pants.

Emma: aryo. Hais. Never mind, some day you will meet a girl who will appreciate you. And you are good looking also, not very handsome la, but not bad also. I think your just too woody. Need to active active abit.

Me: yea yea yea, i’ll just stick to my own ways. I’m not desperate.

Emma: you sure? But since sec 1 i always catch you staring alot at me from time to time.

Me: where got? Your crazy, dun disturb me la, ( took out my phone and pretended to type something )

Emma: aww, blushing now ah. Haha ( and turns back to face the front)

Me: phew...what a difficult girl to handle. For some reason, i’m very popular with the girls. But...hardly had any chance with them. That is bad.... But new year. New luck perhaps?

Chapt 9 end. Short chapt.

[eeemen]

Good stuff bro, shall wait patiently for your next few interesting chapters!! . Thanks n cheers ....................

[Tinktong]

Chapt 10

No Japanese girl. Half Japanese also not bad.

It was 2 weeks now since the start of the new year and school reopened. Everything was slowly falling into place and i started getting used to some of my new classmates and also accepting the fact that holidays were over, time to work.

Everyday was more or less of the same routine, waking up at 6am, squeezing into a bus packed like sardine. Rushing the school gates, barely making it in time. Morning assembly, up to class, lesson starts, recess time, continue lessons, Emma teasing me again, pack back go home. Everyday, life is so mundane. And i was as per normal, packing my bags one day preparing to go home, but Emma wasn’t around that day, probably ill, but she didn’t tell me anything about it. No sms or anything, which was a surprise. She used to tell me a hell lots of things, ok at least stuff like this. But whatever, maybe she was too sick to bother. As i was zipping up my bag, a sweet young thing just had to knock on my class door.

Azira: (knock knock) erm excuse me, is Emma around?

Me: erm nope. Haven’t been here all day.

Azira: what? Is she sick?

Me: no idea she didn’t tell me. Anything you are looking for her for?

Azira: oh nothing much, just thought of going home with her today as usual.

Me: ah i see. Well guess that wont happen today. By the way, where do you live?

Azira: at XXXX.

Me: oh. that will be on the way then. If you dun mind, i can replace emma to go home with you? ( i duno why i even thought of that? It just came out of my mouth like naturally.)

Azira: erm...okay then, guess that will have to do.

There was an awkward silence as we walk along the long stretch of sheltered walkway to the bus stop linking from school as we were really not well acquainted with each other as mentioned earlier in the story. I can see that she was trying to break the ice, like i was, but we just didn’t have any common topic to talk about, until..

Me: so you are very close to Emma?

Azira: ( smiles in relieve, having finally broke the silence) yup. Ever since the first year we were already good friends. Although i hang out alot with my malay friends but i still try to find time with Emma. She is a really nice gal to hang out with. Cheerful and stuff.

Me: wow, full of praise for her. Oh well, different opinions then. I felt that she is really irritating. But that is just what i think.

Azira: really? But both of you seems to get so close. Like the other time, she seemed unhappy that you wanted to help me ( remember a few chapters before) and like, time to time Emma talks to me about you.

Me: what the... so what bad things has she been talking about me. That bitch...

Azira: hey dun so bad la. Besides, she haven’t been bad mouthing you. In fact, she told me things like how cute you were when you are concentrating in your work, and how dependable you are, whenever she needs help, you will be there for her. Your like her boyfriend that is not actually her boyfriend. Hmm. What am i talking about...lalala.

Me: hang on hang on, that cant be true right. She is always irritating me, and im always talking back to her, in a rude way. How can she be saying good things about me?

Azira: that is why i said, Emma isn’t that bad as you think. She is just very prideful that i know of. She obviously wont show that she cares for you, especially when your a guy, no matter how close you are to her. And she most probably didn’t tell you why she didn’t come to school today because she is afraid you will worry.

Me: chey. Like i will worry.

Azira: oh come on. BOYS. I can see you are lying in your face.

Me: what the... whatever.

Azira: haha. BOYS.

As we chat and chat, the bus came. And we board it, found a sit and sat down together. Hmm, it is really comfortable talking to Azira, unlike Emma who always bicker with me, or me bicker with her in fact, but from Azira, i felt this very familiar feeling of very comfortable speech with a female, feels like, i was talking to jia mei.

Me: so how do you find azairul?

Azira: huh? Why ask?

Me: just curious.
Azira: well. His quite nice i think, its still too early to tell. But one thing i know, he is secretly looking at me from time to time. When i caught him looking, he will just look away thinking that i duno.

Me: well, he likes you. That is natural?

Azira: i duno. My last boyfriend wanted to be with me just because of how i look and wanted to bed me. I just cant trust you guys, ( casting a suspicious stare at me ) always just thinking about sex. I do not know which guy is true to me, liking me for what i am rather than just what i look like.

Me: but Azira, if all guys are like that, isn’t it just normal? I mean, dun you like handsome guys too?

Azira: yes i do, but if i can find a guy who really loves me, care for me, i dun really mind his looks. Looks are just eye candies you know, you will fall in love with it for awhile but not forever, the heart is forever.

Me: wow wow, so sophisticated for a young gal like you.

Azira: oh well, but still, i gave my ex boyfriend everything except the main course. Guess i’m still not as sophisticated as you think.

Me: so your a horny gal too huh...

Azira: hey, so rude. Well gals have their needs too sometimes...

Me: ok wadeva, whatever it is, you said you duno azairul well enough yet right? What if he is a really good guy and really cares for you?

Azira: oh come on, his not the only one he likes me, there are like another 2 malay guys and 1 chinese guys who have been harassing me, lucky they didn’t see me with you just now or else i duno what they will do...

Me: not so serious right... but will you consider azairul?

Azira: i duno, depends. Im single at the moment and here for the taking. Whoever i feel comfortable with have a chance i guess. But i can say that azairul hasn’t disgust me yet.

Me: i see, oh well, im almost home already. Guess i see you tomorrow?

Azira: so soon? Man, emma could have chatted with me much longer...

Me: well, im sorry but i have to go off .... no choice rite?

Azira: well i guess, here, ( took out a paper and wrote down some stuff )

Azira: my handphone no. And my msn. Chat with you again later?

Me: hmm, alrite, then i guess i see you on msn at nite then.

Azira: okay, bye bye ha. ( flashes a really cute smile, with dimples)

Chapt 10 complete. Going for a one week break.

[Tinktong]

Chapt 11

Webcam me. Webcam you.

It was almost time for dinner when i woke up from my afternoon nap, and after having taken a bath, i sat in front of my desktop, wondering what was it that i had wanted to do. Ah. Adding Azira to my MSN. Thats right. That’s what i did. However, she was offline just as i added her. As i thought that she wouldn’t be online any time soon, i turned off my desktop and went to have my dinner, marvellously cooked by my wonderful mother.

9.25pm.

I had finished one full revision paper for my chemistry subject and wanted to take five. Thus, i switched on my desktop and browse through my msn list as usual, expecting nothing interesting to happen yet still did it as a habit. Just as i was about to resume with my work, Azira came online.

Me: hey, what took you so long? XD

Azira: yep, was watching tv all these time, but nothing much to watch alr so i came online and surf the net abit.

Me: oic. Not doing your homework?

Azira: nope, not feeling like it. Too lazy. Hahas.

Me: thats not very nice hoho. Not afraid of your teacher? Or detention class?

Azira: well, i can always fool around during detention class since the teacher wont be there to supervise. And, at most i get scolded by my teacher that’s all. No harm done.

Me: wow thats daring of you.

Azira: haha im just a bad student. Goodness, im soooo BORED.

Me: chill chill girl. Nothing interesting over the net?

Azira: nopes nothing. Browsing through some of my friends blogs but nothing interesting. Hey do you have a webcam?

Me: yes i do. But duno if its still working or not. Wait a min.... Yea still working. Why?

Azira: hey lets do something fun. Lets webcam!

Me: haha.ok. sure.

And with that both of us switched on our webcams and started video convo.

Me: holy shit, whats that you are wearing?

Azira: my bra and panties?

Me: holy, you dun put on proper clothings at home?

Azira: nope, been just wearing my underwear at home ever since i started wearing them a few years ago, unless there are visitors of course.

Me: what the, your parents dun mind?

Azira: well they are fairly open minded. My brother walks around with his boxers only as well. My mum just wear a top and shorts without underwear. I rather wear an underwear without a shirt than the other way round >.<

Me: wow, what an interesting family. I mean wont you dad like, look at you or something? You mum dun mind?

Azira: like i said they are fairly open. My dad wont look at me obscenely la, im his daughter. And my bro is always finding faults with me, he doesn’t view me as a girl, tsk tsk. Why so interested in what im wearing? Never seen a girl in underwear before? XD

Me: well, just not used to seeing one other than at swimming pools. Especially when your at home and your family doesn’t mind. Weird culture.

Azira: well, do you like what you see ( stand up and shifts the webcam abit so as to view her from face to the top of her panties) i just bought this set 2 days ago, first time wearing it. Nice? From triumph you know. Half cup bra.

Me: wo wo wo, you shouldn’t be doing that, i am still a guy you know?

Azira: then? You are getting excited looking at me in just my bra and panties?

Me: a little bit to be honest... its normal isn’t it?

Azira: boys! Raging hormones.

Me: hey, you have to understand, you are almost naked and on a webcam and posing seductively, what do you expect?

Azira: so you are having a hard-on right now?

Me: erm. That is not your problem.

Azira: HAHA! I bet you are! Okok, shall we stop webcamming so that you can, you can get it over with privately?

Me: im fine. I can control myself.

Azira: you sure?

Me: YES!

Azira: anyway, even when i bring my boyfriends home, i am also just wearing this attire. You will get used to it after awhile i guess.

Me: wow. Nothing happened after they seen you in this?

Azira: well, they do get a little touchy, but usually just hugs and kisses thats all. I will stop them from going further. I know what you boys wants. Horny creatures!!!

Me: gals are horny too. You have to admit.

Azira: NO! At least im not. I have full control of myself.

Me: ok seriously, can you put on some more clothes. Im really getting distracted here, im staring alot.

Azira: at what? My boobs?

Me: seriously azira...

Azira: what? I know guys in school are always talking to my boobs, not to me in the eye. But i like you, you are the only one who at least tries not to stare too much and is honest with me. Your a gentlemen. I appreciate it.

Me: yes yes, but there is only so far i can control you know.

Azira: haha its ok. Since your so nice, i will just let you stare a little more.

Me: that is torturing me...

Azira: lalala. I love torturing ppl. Haha.

Me: man i hate you.

Azira: well, you know, this is really nothing. I even bathe with my family members.

Me: WHAT! And there is something worse than just your father and brother seeing you in your underwear? Now even naked? ( i was starting to feel really horny by now)

Azira: yep. Its like a family bonding thing. My parents have cultivated this since we were kids. There is a big bathtub in my parent’s master bed room toilet. We usually soak ourselves in there for an hour every weekend and chit chat about anything.

Me: ( visualizing azira naked with her brother and father looking made my blood boils) okok, culture shock here, im gona faint.

Azira: well, if you are nice enough and become my best friend, maybe one day i will let you visit my house and bathe with me! >_^

Me: your joking right.

Azira: well, who noes? Anyway, another tv program is starting soon, we chat again next time ok horny boy!

Me: hey im not HORNY!

Azira: lalala, horny horny horny boy!

Dam. She got me hot all over and leaves just like that. No choice, have to count on my favourite left hand again.

Chapt 11 complete. Cya.

[babycake]

bro gogogo more more moree enjoying your story

[eeemen]

Interesting developments! Looking forward to your next few chapters bro TS! , cheers ....................

[Tinktong]

Glad some bros like my story although still not much responses...if possible please up my points too if you like my story=)

[babycake]

hey bro cont the story

[uzumakiidii]

nice story bro. dun give up and continue posting. You have my support.

[gaipauchi]

very interestin' life stories so far, waitin' 4 more...........

[Tinktong]

Chapt 12.

It is nice to be in the same project group with a babe

Miss Chua: alright so you guys have to split yourself up into your groups, i wont interfere with the groupings since you guys are old enough to split yourselves, those without a group in the end can just come and find me i will slot you somewhere. The idea of this project is to have you guys make use of your knowledge learnt thus far and input into a game, no matter is it board games, computer games, webpage, whatsoever. As creative as you can make it to be, the freedom is all yours. Alright, submission date will be 2 weeks from now so you guys have plenty of time after school and 2 full weekends to finish up this assignment. It will be graded into your mid year results so take it seriously.

Well well, i really hate project works. Why cant all assignments be done ourselves and the result of the work will be our own to reap. Project works are always full of slackers bullying those more hardworking or more concerned with their results. In the end, it will always end up 1 or 2 person suffering quietly, while the other few slackers will reap the benefit but having done nothing to contribute.

As such, i was like, heck care, i rather no one teams up with me and i can do it myself, and then give the teacher an excuse that no one wants to team up with me so that she can go lenient in grading my work. This way, no quarrels, no bad blood. Effort and reward all from and to myself. But it seems that i wasn’t that unpopular...

Emma: wei! ( slams my table again as usual) do you have a group yet?

Me: nope. Dun bother. Why? You wanna recruit me?

Emma: well... if your so unpopular, and so lonely, i dun mind adding you in.

Me: dun bother then, i dunnid your pity thanks.

Emma: oh come on, im just joking, azira and i same group, but we are just 2 persons. You wanna join us?

That said, i looked from Emma to towards Azira and saw her smiling back at me. Now, with Azira, how can i refuse, so...

Me: hmm alright then, since you are so sincere, i shall join you guys.

Emma: hey dun push your luck ok, im not begging you or anything.

Me: haha, wadeva Emma. Wadeva.

And so every Monday Wednesday Friday and Saturday for the following 2 weeks, we had a go at the project and tried to think as creative as we possibly could, like making a informative blog, sellable T shirts that have historical writings or pictures on them, a powerpoint animation, but we finally settle on making a board game that everyone is used to and loves to play, monopoly style. So while the girls had their hands on the making of the board and the materials, i was left to ponder about the rules of the game, the content of the game bla bla bla.

Unfortunately, as the presentation date draws close, Emma started falling ill probably due to the lack of rest, meeting up after school every other day and still having to study and finish our homework after that seemed to have taken a toll on Emma’s health. As such, it was all left for Azira and myself to finish whatever we have started out.

So on the Friday after school, Azira invited me to her house to have the job done as much as possible, leaving just touching up to do on Saturday before we have to present our work on Monday. Just thinking about entering her house is grilling my mind as the thought of how open her family was and the prospect of just the two of us in that empty house of hers is tempting. But still i kept my cool, and tried to remain as rational and as calm as i could be.

As i arrived at the doorstep, i tallied the numbers on the door with the one on my hand, and came to a confirmation that i came to the right place. A press of the doorbell and within a few seconds of silence, the door opens up.

Azira: hey you are here. ( turns back to find her house key )

Me: Yea! ( shouts back as she disappears somewhere in her house )

During the few seconds where she was gone, there was a flashback about what i saw when the door opened. There she was, a very attractive girl in her 15, wearing a grey tight fitting spag top that is so low cut i could see the top and sides of her white laced half cup bra. In addition, she was wearing a very skimpy fbt short and her wavy hair tight into a ponytail with her fringe let down to the side. Her legs are ridiculously white and long with the fbt short and there was a light fragrance on her, probably from a morning bath. This is an example of temptation to the max.

Just as i was still lost in my ponders, Azira returned with a bunch of keys and unlocked the gate to allow me in. Her house is simple, just the usual settings for a condominium estate. Standing at the balcony, one can look at the people swimming in the pool and some playing at two standard sized tennis court. Of course there are the elderly and kids strolling and playing around but i shall stop my description of the area, i guess readers are getting bored with all these. Hehe.

I was ushered to leave my sling bag on the sofa in the living room and the game board with all the materials all over the floor in the living room. She took a sit on the floor on one side of the board, and i went to sit beside her. She picked up a marker and started drawing or writing from wherever she and emma left off before i came over ( Emma wasn’t there on this occasion but they have been working on it days before i came to Azira’s house). I couldn’t help it but stared at Azira at work. She is so pretty yet gentle, like an angel. I felt my heart started to melt at her concentrating at the task at hand, so charming, yet someone i would love to protect. And then she bent forward to draw the far end of the board away from her, and with that, her spag top drooped down a little, revealing her white firm boobs just barely kept within the confines of her bra, and all the way down to her abs, not the sporty toned type but at least there was minimal fats, slim. There was little i could do but stare intently at the art piece right in front of my eyes, unable to tear away from this sight.

After a few moments, Azira sat back straight and admire the work she had done with a little sigh of relieve, and then, probably due to the silence from me, she looked up and look into my eyes, with a questioning stare...

Chapt 12 complete.

Note: if you guys wonder why Azira is in this same lesson and same project as me and Emma, although she is different class, coz in my school last time, there was this mixed class. So when there is a specific subject which i wont say here, half of the class have to shift to another class to take lessons just for that subject. Tata.

[w1erdguy]

awesome! keep it cumming