knok
10-05-2009, 03:27 PM
As promised, my second story for all you bros out there. :D
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Sam's Little Surprise
It came out of nowhere, that was for sure. Samantha had been nothing more than a platonic friend to Jake. They were classmates in one of the top junior colleges in Singapore, part of a group of closely-knit friends who studied and played together. It wasn't as if there was any special relationship between Sam and Jake, but the events that night sure didn't play out that way...
It all started with a proposed group outing; the four friends had planned to meet up that weekend at the National Library to blow off some steam after the stress of the recent exams. However, a last-minute promise to his girlfriend had taken Sanjeev out of the equation, while Michelle had to run some errands for her family. That left just Sam and Jake, and he'd nearly considered calling it off, but Sam had persuaded him otherwise. She'd teased him, "What, are you afraid of going out with me alone?", and that had forced his hand in the issue.
So Jake had taken the MRT down to Orchard from his home in Novena. His family had a car; a spanking new BMW 320i, but he'd barely started taking his driving lessons and borrowing it wasn't even a consideration. He'd dressed in a plain Ralf Lauren polo tee and a pair of ripped jeans under the assumption that they weren't heading for any outlandishly upclassed establishment.
Hence, he was fairly relieved when he finally caught up with Sam outside Cineleisure Orchard. She was decked out in a similarly casual manner; a white tube top with a pink band across the middle and a pink lace ribbon peeping out her cleavage, jean shorts that ended halfway down her thights and a classy pair of black low-heels. A little brown sling purse completed the outfit. Deciding on a quick bite before catching a show, they stopped by Long John's Silver to fill their stomachs with greasy fish and chips before taking a slow walk up to the box office.
As they stood on the escalator that would carry them up to the fifth floor, Jake couldn't help but feel that Sam had dressed up just a little bit more than she usually would. Then again, she didn't need to dress up much on regular days to catch the eye.
Sam wasn't a very tall girl, standing at about 1.67m tall. She also wasn't what you'd call a buxomy figure; a chest that featured an A cup at best. Then again, it wasn't those features that drew the boys to her. She had a slim body, lithe and tanned from afternoons spent out at the local riding club on horseback. The muscle definition was there, but not overwhelming in its presence; the balance that typified the sporty girl that guys so loved to chase. Then there was her face - beautiful almond eyes below perfectly shaped eyebrows, a pert little mouth, and a delicate nose that complimented her features. Her silky shoulder-length hair was held back (as it always was) by a sky blue hairband with a few spare wisps of hair framing her face while classy clear crystal studs adorned her ears.
As he looked at her, his attention was drawn to her bare shoulders, where he could see bikini tan lines. There was just something about them that Jake found so alluring on girls, though he was equally distracted by her shorts, for they revealed shapely tanned thighs and slim legs that many girls could only dream about having. In fact, he drifted in and out of the conversation enough times that he'd caught Sam frowning at him in disapproval. Whether she realised that she was the source of his distraction or not, he hadn't a clue.
By the time they reached the box office, Jake felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. Being a typically Saturday night in Orchard Road, he'd forgotten that he should've bought the tickets before eating, for all the recent blockbusters were sold out to the last seat. He'd nearly given up when Sam had cheekily nudged him in the side and pointed out a Korean film that had available seats. And it wasn't just any old drama for it was rated R21 and with a title that approximated "Forbidden Lust" or something along those lines, one didn't need to think much to guess at the contents.
Jake felt his face flush red as he saw the movie details, but Sam's puppy-dog 'pretty please?' expression forced him to swallow his discomfort and walk up to the counter to buy a pair of tickets for the show. Being two years under the minimum age of the show, he'd given his 'best mature guy' impression and looked away as the cashier scrutinised him from behind her glass window. Eventually, she conceded and handed over the tickets, which Sam gleefully picked up and raced off with.
Sneaking through the ticket-checkers wasn't a problem either - the old man stationed outside was more concerned with ogling the chest of a well-endowed lady yakking on the phone than with checking their ages. His loss.
It turned out to be not as bad as Jake had expected it to be. It was worse. Scenes of drunken debauchery were sprinkled with mass orgies and rampant sexuality filled the screen. He found himself caught between turned on by the on-screen fornication and discomfort caused by Sam's presence in the very next seat. In fact, he'd glance over occasionally and caught Sam watching with a rather disturbingly intense look in her eyes. Her hand briefly flitted down to her crotch region, though she withdraw it after she caught his sideways glance.
When the movie ended, there was an awkward silence between the pair of them as they exited the building. While Jake was far from being a prude, watching the explicit content in close proximity with a close friend of the opposite gender made him feel a little uncomfortable. Then again, being the gentleman that he was, he walked her back to her semi-detached house along Cairnhill Road; just across the road and a stone's throw away from Orchard Road.
They stopped before the yellow brick house and Sam fished out a set of keys from her purse and unlocked the gate and stepped in. Jake was about to say goodnight and walk away as quickly as he could to end the awkward moment, but Sam's hand flashed out and caught his arm.
"Jake, my parents are out of the country and I'm.. well, I'm feeling a little lonely in this empty house. Could you come in and sit with me for a short while? Please?"
The butterflies in Jake's stomach were slowly growing by the second as he was torn between breaking away for a hasty exit and a close friend in need of his companionship. The latter eventually won out, for he reluctantly mumbled in agreement and followed her up the steps into the house.
The interior furnishing was simple yet elegant in the manner of an 18th century country house. There were no extravagant Picasso prints or marble inlays; just a few pieces of western-style wooden furniture and pictures of rustic country scenery. It was more cosy than posh and made Jake feel right at home.
"Come on, take a look at my room," grinned Sam as she led him by the elbow up a wooden staircase to one of three rooms on the second floor. It was a smallish room, with just enough space for a queen-sized bed and a small desk, but like the rest of the house, it was cosy with a full-length mirror on a wall and animal-themed decor scattered all over the place. Jake even spotted a plush horse stuffed toy that he'd given to her on her last birthday.
Sam threw herself backwards onto the bed and patted the edge next to her with a grin. He shuffled over and sat down, leaning backwards while propping himself up with his arms.
"So, how'd you like my house?" said Sam, raising an eyebrow.
"It's a very nice place," Jake offered truthfully. "Sure beats my little condo. I'd love to have a place like this to myself one day."
"Well, maybe you can't have that tonight, but you can have me."
Jake blinked, opened his mouth to utter something but found that the link between his brain and his mouth had been disconnected. It took a double-take or two before he composed himself well enough to offer a lame, "what?" in reply.
Sam didn't answer that in words, but got up and leaned across him, hooking her arms behind him such that she was face to face with him. Then she moved in and kissed him on the lips.
Jake was too shocked to move. Sure, Sam was single and was one of the most desirable girls in their faculty, but he'd always thought of himself as being too plain for someone of her stature. But this was different! She'd made the first move and he'd.. he'd... aww heck, if the opportunity was there...
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Sam's Little Surprise
It came out of nowhere, that was for sure. Samantha had been nothing more than a platonic friend to Jake. They were classmates in one of the top junior colleges in Singapore, part of a group of closely-knit friends who studied and played together. It wasn't as if there was any special relationship between Sam and Jake, but the events that night sure didn't play out that way...
It all started with a proposed group outing; the four friends had planned to meet up that weekend at the National Library to blow off some steam after the stress of the recent exams. However, a last-minute promise to his girlfriend had taken Sanjeev out of the equation, while Michelle had to run some errands for her family. That left just Sam and Jake, and he'd nearly considered calling it off, but Sam had persuaded him otherwise. She'd teased him, "What, are you afraid of going out with me alone?", and that had forced his hand in the issue.
So Jake had taken the MRT down to Orchard from his home in Novena. His family had a car; a spanking new BMW 320i, but he'd barely started taking his driving lessons and borrowing it wasn't even a consideration. He'd dressed in a plain Ralf Lauren polo tee and a pair of ripped jeans under the assumption that they weren't heading for any outlandishly upclassed establishment.
Hence, he was fairly relieved when he finally caught up with Sam outside Cineleisure Orchard. She was decked out in a similarly casual manner; a white tube top with a pink band across the middle and a pink lace ribbon peeping out her cleavage, jean shorts that ended halfway down her thights and a classy pair of black low-heels. A little brown sling purse completed the outfit. Deciding on a quick bite before catching a show, they stopped by Long John's Silver to fill their stomachs with greasy fish and chips before taking a slow walk up to the box office.
As they stood on the escalator that would carry them up to the fifth floor, Jake couldn't help but feel that Sam had dressed up just a little bit more than she usually would. Then again, she didn't need to dress up much on regular days to catch the eye.
Sam wasn't a very tall girl, standing at about 1.67m tall. She also wasn't what you'd call a buxomy figure; a chest that featured an A cup at best. Then again, it wasn't those features that drew the boys to her. She had a slim body, lithe and tanned from afternoons spent out at the local riding club on horseback. The muscle definition was there, but not overwhelming in its presence; the balance that typified the sporty girl that guys so loved to chase. Then there was her face - beautiful almond eyes below perfectly shaped eyebrows, a pert little mouth, and a delicate nose that complimented her features. Her silky shoulder-length hair was held back (as it always was) by a sky blue hairband with a few spare wisps of hair framing her face while classy clear crystal studs adorned her ears.
As he looked at her, his attention was drawn to her bare shoulders, where he could see bikini tan lines. There was just something about them that Jake found so alluring on girls, though he was equally distracted by her shorts, for they revealed shapely tanned thighs and slim legs that many girls could only dream about having. In fact, he drifted in and out of the conversation enough times that he'd caught Sam frowning at him in disapproval. Whether she realised that she was the source of his distraction or not, he hadn't a clue.
By the time they reached the box office, Jake felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. Being a typically Saturday night in Orchard Road, he'd forgotten that he should've bought the tickets before eating, for all the recent blockbusters were sold out to the last seat. He'd nearly given up when Sam had cheekily nudged him in the side and pointed out a Korean film that had available seats. And it wasn't just any old drama for it was rated R21 and with a title that approximated "Forbidden Lust" or something along those lines, one didn't need to think much to guess at the contents.
Jake felt his face flush red as he saw the movie details, but Sam's puppy-dog 'pretty please?' expression forced him to swallow his discomfort and walk up to the counter to buy a pair of tickets for the show. Being two years under the minimum age of the show, he'd given his 'best mature guy' impression and looked away as the cashier scrutinised him from behind her glass window. Eventually, she conceded and handed over the tickets, which Sam gleefully picked up and raced off with.
Sneaking through the ticket-checkers wasn't a problem either - the old man stationed outside was more concerned with ogling the chest of a well-endowed lady yakking on the phone than with checking their ages. His loss.
It turned out to be not as bad as Jake had expected it to be. It was worse. Scenes of drunken debauchery were sprinkled with mass orgies and rampant sexuality filled the screen. He found himself caught between turned on by the on-screen fornication and discomfort caused by Sam's presence in the very next seat. In fact, he'd glance over occasionally and caught Sam watching with a rather disturbingly intense look in her eyes. Her hand briefly flitted down to her crotch region, though she withdraw it after she caught his sideways glance.
When the movie ended, there was an awkward silence between the pair of them as they exited the building. While Jake was far from being a prude, watching the explicit content in close proximity with a close friend of the opposite gender made him feel a little uncomfortable. Then again, being the gentleman that he was, he walked her back to her semi-detached house along Cairnhill Road; just across the road and a stone's throw away from Orchard Road.
They stopped before the yellow brick house and Sam fished out a set of keys from her purse and unlocked the gate and stepped in. Jake was about to say goodnight and walk away as quickly as he could to end the awkward moment, but Sam's hand flashed out and caught his arm.
"Jake, my parents are out of the country and I'm.. well, I'm feeling a little lonely in this empty house. Could you come in and sit with me for a short while? Please?"
The butterflies in Jake's stomach were slowly growing by the second as he was torn between breaking away for a hasty exit and a close friend in need of his companionship. The latter eventually won out, for he reluctantly mumbled in agreement and followed her up the steps into the house.
The interior furnishing was simple yet elegant in the manner of an 18th century country house. There were no extravagant Picasso prints or marble inlays; just a few pieces of western-style wooden furniture and pictures of rustic country scenery. It was more cosy than posh and made Jake feel right at home.
"Come on, take a look at my room," grinned Sam as she led him by the elbow up a wooden staircase to one of three rooms on the second floor. It was a smallish room, with just enough space for a queen-sized bed and a small desk, but like the rest of the house, it was cosy with a full-length mirror on a wall and animal-themed decor scattered all over the place. Jake even spotted a plush horse stuffed toy that he'd given to her on her last birthday.
Sam threw herself backwards onto the bed and patted the edge next to her with a grin. He shuffled over and sat down, leaning backwards while propping himself up with his arms.
"So, how'd you like my house?" said Sam, raising an eyebrow.
"It's a very nice place," Jake offered truthfully. "Sure beats my little condo. I'd love to have a place like this to myself one day."
"Well, maybe you can't have that tonight, but you can have me."
Jake blinked, opened his mouth to utter something but found that the link between his brain and his mouth had been disconnected. It took a double-take or two before he composed himself well enough to offer a lame, "what?" in reply.
Sam didn't answer that in words, but got up and leaned across him, hooking her arms behind him such that she was face to face with him. Then she moved in and kissed him on the lips.
Jake was too shocked to move. Sure, Sam was single and was one of the most desirable girls in their faculty, but he'd always thought of himself as being too plain for someone of her stature. But this was different! She'd made the first move and he'd.. he'd... aww heck, if the opportunity was there...