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The Exhibit
An Introduction
This story is about Karen, my first girlfriend and one that was with me for nine years. This nine years have been turbulent with its fair share of ups and downs.
Karen and I met when we were in the first introductory months at a particular JC in the north that's famous for its 'factory worker' styled uniform. Back then, Karen was an innocent 16+ year old girl fresh out of CHIJ St Nicholas Girls School while I came from a neighbourhood school in the Khatib area. For those familiar with the old JC system, students in the introductory months wear their secondary school uniform in lieu of the JC uniform.
Karen and I were in the same orientation group. To skip the boring bits, we made a pact to come back to the same JC after the release of the O levels results. We knew we will get together if we do get back into the same school.
Now, allow me to start on the interesting bits. As all of you may be familiar with, the CHIJ uniform consists of a white blouse and a pinafold. We were young, horny and keen on exploring with our bodies. It started off mild. I'd insist on her being braless in her secondary school uniform which I'll earn through the lavish goods I buy for her. It was easy. More often than not, she'll come to school braless and a typical school day ends with us engage in some heavy petting at the secluded container blocks.
Our first intense experience was also at this block. On a Friday afternoon after classes, we stayed behind in the classroom while the others left. By now we knew that these classrooms were never locked. We left our belongings behind and went out for lunch. After lunch and a long day at our respective CCAs, we met up back at the classroom at about 7pm. By now, the students were filtering home and only about a handful were left behind. Karen said to me, "I'm going for a shower, feels so yucky." and I replied "sure, go ahead." and she looked at me with her puppy eyes,"you sure you don't want to join" along with a wink. At this time, my little friend down there already mari kita.
To be continued...
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