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Coronation Shopping Plaza

V's 'friendship' with me was growing out of hand, albeit in a good way. She would ask me out with her to go clothes shopping, and sought my comments on how she looked in them. The pinnacle of such visits was when, prior to a trip to Sentosa with her friends, she asked me along to Far East Plaza to help her pick out a bikini. I remember, with extremely clarity how she would try one on, and walk out for my opinions on whether I found the bikinis too sexy or too revealing - repeating the cycle the entire afternoon before settling on a black triangle halter piece that showed the right amount of cheek. I also recall developing a carnal lust for her, and a burning desire to rush in with her to see how her body looked like naked, and to see how she would react. It was the first time in my life I had harboured such sexual desires for someone - I wanted to see V in full nudity, and I wanted to have sexual relations with her as well. Part of me felt that she was interested as well, given the flirty texts that she would send me, and the graphic details of what she wore, etc (whatsapp had not been invented yet, so one had to rely alot on one's imagination). However, I felt guilty - for trying to engineer situations where I could see more slips, or even end up in a sexual relation with her, but yet, I was determined to quench that lust for her. The combination of bikini try on images, as well as the slips from the ECP cycling trip - the slightly elongated nipples in her loose bra, as well as the little hairs peeking from the seams of her panties - were deeply etched in my mind, and required changes of bedsheets in the morning especially when I thought about them before going to sleep. I recall one night where I went to sleep imagining how her nipples would interact with, and rest on the white spandex and padding of the black bikini and how it would have felt to pinch them underneath the fabric- and I woke up in the morning having to flip the mattress around after removing the soaked bedsheet, blanket and mattress protector.

On 13 September 2010, V asked if I was interested to meet her at Coronation Shopping Plaza to study after school. Since I was already going to be distracted anyway, I thought I would rather be distracted by the 'right stuff'. I took the long bus ride to Bukit Timah, and reached slighly after 6pm, where V was already waiting - she was changed into a frayed miniskirt, and wore an adidas hoodie as a top (she was a self-professed fashionista and hated being in uniform). After we exchanged greetings, I went to queue to get a beverage (double chocolate frappe), and while waiting, started to observe V. She had a pencil tucked into her bun to secure it (she could do it was a chopstick as well), and her pink tinted lip gloss seemed to accentuate her features. As she crossed and uncrossed her legs, I could see that she was wearing pink panties that evening. I could not focus that night while we were studying, as I had one more new image to add to my library of V's slips. My mind was racing as we studied through the night, and my heart beat faster as I tried to hide my erection, which was further intensified when I saw V's pink bra straps peek through - she was only wearing a bra underneath her jacket.

Close to 945pm, we were told to pack up and leave, since we were the only occupants remaining at the Starbucks. As I stood up, V pointed out a wet stain on the front of my pants - and asked if I spilled anything on it, before trying to dab it with a servette (as I said earlier, boundaries, and the lack thereof). I grabbed her hand and got her to stop before she reached - 1) we were in public, and 2) I was still aroused at that point of time. I think she got the hint when she asked- "Are you turned on?". It was one of those moments where you have only right answer, and the answer could swing either way. In a burst of ill-gotten courage, I countered: "Yes, by you". V had a wry smile, leaned in with a hand on my lap and said: "Me too, shall we do something about it?". All resources devoted to rational thought was diverted down South. I was ready to go, and everything had culminated in this moment. To date, I still thank the lucky stars on how isolated Coronation is after 8pm, after the last stragglers have finished tuition and left NTUC. Coronation at 10pm was a ghost town, save for the old security guard, and there was no one around to stop two teenagers going on a public tryst. V led me by the hand to the female toilet on level one- directly opposite the NTUC, and we both pushed the dustbins to block the door from opening. Since the doors could not be locked - we were at risk of being discovered if the security guard had heard us and pushed hard enough.

V was a tease, and she was rearing to go. She sat on the sink counter, and slowly unzipped her hoodie lower to reveal her pink bra, ending at her navel area. She hiked up her skirt, and rested her legs on the counter, revealing her matching pink panties. I took it as an invitation, and went straight in. As we started kissing, my right hand supported her back, while my left found its way into her panties. As my fingers crept past the hairy patches, they moved downwards to find her already wet lips, and quite naturally found the opening of her vagina. Using my middle and fourth finger, I slipped into her vagina - where the gushing warmth and wetness was accompanied by a stifled moan as she pulled me closer and moaned into my neck. Remembering how N and YJ reacted to certain spots, I added my left thumb to the mix, massaging the tip of her nether regions, and V reacted strongly to that - shuddering as we kissed, and the levels of moisture increasing as I intensified the scooping motion of my third and fourth finger. As I extricated my hand from her panties (was almost cramping up at that point of time), a semi white fluid dripped from my fingers - V came.

V pulled me close with her legs wrapped around me. With us almost at the same height, her seating at the counter placed her vagina at an optimal position. V unbottoned my school top and tossed it aside - to which I reciprocated by unzipping her jacket and unhooking her bra. This was everything I had dreamed of, seeing her nipples erect in excitement and lust, and V in almost full nudity. She proceeded to undo my pants, and reached in for my penis - this was the first time I have ever felt it throb in such a manner - with the vein running on the right side of it more prominent than usual - and directed it closer to her nethers. I responded by pulling off her panties, and pulling her skirt up to her waist to have a better view. This was everything I had ever wanted - to see V nude, and to have V craving for me. V positioned my penis at the lips of her vagina - and learning from previous 'educational' videos, I slid my penis right in. I cannot describe the first time a penis enters a vagina - the warm, slippery, tightness of it - which a hand can never accomplish, and the ticklish sensation that first comes as the head slides in, before the pressure that follows as the shaft goes in deeper. The motion was natural, and since V was already horny - the moisture, driven by the pleasurable sensation - made everything ten times better. As I intensified my thrusts, V moaned even louder into my ear, hugging me close and wrapping her legs around me. Her little moans, directing me to go either harder, or faster, excited me even further. As the pressure built up, and I knew I was about to ejaculate, I panted Can I finish on your face?.
She moaned back: Just ejaculate in me, before latching on even tighter.

She came, just as I came as well. I felt her vagina pulsating just as I ejaculated, and with it a white creamy discharge that surrounded my penis. As we kissed post-climax, and I pulled out my somewhat deflated penis, V knelt and licked it clean. V was more insatiable and hornier than I previously imagined a girl would be.