The Dark Side Manifests

[tarma69]

Your're the man! My Jedi senses are telling me that Diane will be spreading her legs and aching for your cock in no time...

[Dark Side]

Originally Posted by iJiBye69

Nice story, camping for more!

Originally Posted by tarma69

Your're the man! My Jedi senses are telling me that Diane will be spreading her legs and aching for your cock in no time...

Thanks bros for yr encouragement.

So the angel and devil fought over my mind.

Sure, I was happy that Diane hugged me,
but the angel told me to forget about her
and focus on my own grades first
while the devil told me to help her and of course fuck her
at the same time.

Hey wait a minute.
Aren't angels supposed to tell you not to be selfish?
How could an angel tell me not to help a damsel in distress?
I was getting confused over all this angel and devil shit.

So maybe it was the devil telling me not to help her,
but the angel saying to help her but NOT fuck her,
which was of course an impossible mandate to fulfill.

I mean, how could I personally tutor such a pretty girl
without fucking her right?
Am I a moron or what?

So after a very tough time of going back and forth,
I chose the devil - the selfish devil, not the horny one.

Diane was doing well enough so far anyway.
I had already helped her so much
at my own expense.
She should be able to complete the rest of her journey
on her own. NUS is more or less within her grasp.
Now I would have to worry abt myself instead.

Moreover, I could always meet her after the 'A' levels
to fuck her brains out every day.
Or so I thought.

Hence, at 6.20pm on that same day,
while waiting for her at the study corner,
I mentally prepared a nice little speech
to gently but firmly inform her
that this session would be our last tuition lesson together
because I needed to focus on my own grades.

When she finally appeared at a distance
while walking down the stairs,
I noticed that her expression was not as happy as
when she hugged me earlier in the morning.
In fact, she looked a bit crestfallen.

"Hey man," I chimed, trying to sound cheerful.
"Forgot to say congrats for your wonderful results ...
Feel really happy for u.
I mean, u did even better than me in Maths 'C' and Econs.
Hahaha. Now it seems that u have to give me tuition
for these 2 subjects instead ... haha.
I actually have some bad news to share with you,
Diane ..."

Diane looked at me with a sad expression.

"I have bad news to share too.
So u go first or I go first?'

Then suddenly she began to cry.
Before I could react, she took out her report card,
handed it to me, and hugged me once again,
wet tears streaming down her cheeks to land on
my shoulders. Her ample bosom brushed gently
against the front of my chest, her long beautiful hair caressed
my face with a wisp of perfume-like scent,
but as my lust for Diane was mixed
with feelings of confusion and concern over
what had happened to her, the erection I had wasn't
really like full blown. It was more like a quarter.

"Hey, hey, what happened, Diane?
Relax ok ... there's nothing that can't be solved ...
let's just sit down and talk over this calmly."

But Diane continued sobbing and hugging me
for one entire minute. Or maybe it was 2 minutes I can't recall.
I was still concerned,
but I could feel my erection rising.
Having her body this close to me now,
I was praying that she wouldn't feel my erection,
while at the same time holding up her report card
to distract myself.

There was no need for explanation on her part
as her report card said everything.
Her 3 'A' level subjects were as mentioned
in the previous entry: A, A, D.

But she got a D7 for her General Paper ...
and I got an A1 for it ...

[Dark Side]

St Augustine of old prayed,
"O God, give me chastity, but not yet."

Why was it so difficult for me to even be selfish?
I often asked myself.
Yet I knew that even if I were to go back in time,
I'd probably make the same choices all over again.

Maybe if Diane hadn't hugged me,
I wouldn't have helped her,
and would perform better at 'A' levels,
graduate with a better degree,
find a better job,
and escape my current fate.

But I had allowed Diane to hug me.
And then I had helped her not just in Econs
but General Paper after that.

And then ... after graduation ... slowly but surely I lost that spark
in both my career and personal relationships.

Landing a dead end job ... fucking Tao Mei ...
whipping her ... getting beaten up by gangsters
to the point of death ... then seeing the movie of my damaged life
flashing slowly before me now as my soul left my body.

How did I even end up from there to here,
or here to there?

[tuikboo]

ts . I am camping here for more. Cheers

[xrage]

Nice story bro... hope all is well...

U really working at Siglap CC meh? I was there 2 days ago...

[Moderator888]

Pitch tent here.

[Dark Side]

Originally Posted by tuikboo

ts . I am camping here for more. Cheers

Thanks Bro Tuikboo

Originally Posted by xrage

Nice story bro... hope all is well...

U really working at Siglap CC meh? I was there 2 days ago...

Thanks Bro Xrage. Haha no.
Never worked at Siglap CC,
never been there before.

After I sat Diane down at AJC study corner,
I allowed her to share what happened,
"Shortly after I visited yr class this morning,
our GP teacher returned us our marked scripts
and that was when I knew I messed up.
But it was only when our form teacher handed us
our report cards that I realised I had actually failed.
After meeting u in the morning,
I fell from heaven into hell."

She started to sob again.
I reached out to hold her hand, comforting her.
I didn't know why I did that,
but it seemed the best thing to do.

I still didn't quite understand.
Diane came from Methodist Girls' and I came from ACS.
The standard of English in our schools was actually quite high.
Most of us did very well for 'O' level English.
I scored A1 and Diane didn't do too badly either,
scoring a B3. I was naturally stronger at languages
and Diane was better at Maths and Science,
but I knew her standard of English wasn't that bad.

"Wait, wait, Diane, calm down first.
Let's look at this situation objectively.
You did quite ok for 'O' level English,
so I know your standard.
And this is just the Prelims.
You know that none of this is going to count, right?
It's the actual 'A' level results that
will determine your fate."

"Yes, I know, but still ..."

"Moreover, u also know that most of the better JCs
scale up the level of difficulty of all their Prelim
papers to 'scare' their students into studying harder right?
I did the same GP Prelim paper as u.
It was hard, far harder than the actual papers
u do in the 10 year series ..."

"So how much did u get for GP, Jayson?"

Oh no. I still hadn't broken the bad news to Diane
about the discontinuation of our tuition lessons.
But if I let Diane see my report card ...

It was too late.
Before I could react,
Diane had already reached into my bag
to search for my report card.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, opening my card.
"2 As, 2 Bs, 2 passes for Special Paper
and an A1 for General Paper!"

"Ermm ... actually Diane,
all of my 'S' Paper peers did better than me."

"Jayson!" Diane didn't seem to hear what I just said.
She wiped away her tears
and a flicker of hope returned to her eyes.
"You are going to help me in my General Paper!"

She clasped both her hands around mine
and formed a gesture of prayer with palms pointing upwards.
Then she bowed her head like those Japanese people
such that her forehead touched both her praying palms
which cupped my own hands.

"Please please please? I beg u.
Forget abt Econs already.
Now it's only GP.
If u help me to clear my GP,
I'll do anything u say,
anything u want.
I'll even buy u a mobile phone. Deal?"

Fucking hell. How to reject her?
You see in those days
the pager was about to be phased out
with the new emergence of mobile phones.
Getting a mobile was the biggest deal during our time.
It's like u trying to sian a gal now
by telling her u'll get her an iPhone10.

Fuck the mobile phone, Diane,
I wanted to say, but didn't.
I want u, every part of u.

[tarma69]

Yea, fuck that mobile phone and fuck Diane instead! Time for the knight in shining armour to save the lass in distress...

[justlonely84]

Only now, i find out abt this story....
Rooting now hehe

[Yardstick]

Welcome back, Dark Side... Great to see you writing again. All the ranting and grumbling sounds very humane actually. For some of us who grew up not daring to date or bed that girl we love or lust after, i guess it reaches the heart.

[Dark Side]

Originally Posted by Moderator888

Pitch tent here.

Thanks Bro Moderator888.

Originally Posted by tarma69

Yea, fuck that mobile phone and fuck Diane instead! Time for the knight in shining armour to save the lass in distress...

LOL ... Yeah Bro Tarm69.

Originally Posted by Yardstick

Welcome back, Dark Side... Great to see you writing again. All the ranting and grumbling sounds very humane actually. For some of us who grew up not daring to date or bed that girl we love or lust after, i guess it reaches the heart.

Welcome back Bro Yardstick! Yeah, I'm back in this hole ...

"Ok. Deal, whatever," I replied half-heartedly.

"Wait. What was the bad news u wanted to tell me?
Sorry I got carried away."

I sighed. "It's nothing, Diane. Nothing.
My dog died. Or something."

"You have a dog? I didn't know that."

"Yeah. There are many things u don't know.
Can we like, move on?
Come on. Let's take a look at your paper first."

So I spent the next 2.5 hours going through her answer script,
and helping her figure out where and why she got her answers wrong.
It was a long laborious process.

By the time I went through Paper 2,
it was already almost 9pm.
There was no time to even look at her Paper 1.

We were the only 2 people left at the study corner,
and the security guard was about to walk over to us
to tell us that he was about to lock the school gate.

And that was when it started to rain ....

[Dark Side]

Originally Posted by justlonely84

Only now, i find out abt this story....
Rooting now hehe

Thanks Bro Justlonely84.

"Say uncle, do u happen to have an umbrella?" I asked the guard.

"Er ... ya of course I have la," the guard answered.
"But that one is for me
in case I knock off and is still raining la.
So how I can lend to u two?
Lim peh old already,
at night here pain there pain,
walk in the rain will rheumatism u know?
You two still young la,
walk under the rain,
just take it as bathing together lor.
HAHAHA."

Fucking security guard, I muttered to myself.
No sense of compassion at all.

"Eh ... are u two done already anot?
I locking the school gate already ah.
Bring your romance elsewhere can?
HAHAHA."

So with the security guard chasing us
since we were the last 2 people left in AJC,
Diane grabbed my hand
and we ran under the rain all the way
from the study corner through the school gate
to the nearest shelter, which was a bus stop
about 200 metres away.

Diane was sportier than me.
I was more of the studious sort
and seldom exercised, so by the time we passed
the 100 metre mark, I was huffing and puffing
with Diane running ahead of me,
dragging my left hand using her right hand.

Yes yes I know I'm useless.
How can I lose to a girl at running?
If I fucked her in bed,
would her stamina have outlasted me?
I felt like a disgrace to the entire male species of the human race.

"Wait ... wait ... Diane," I pleaded, panting.
"I can't run that fast anymore.
I'm not Carl Lewis, you know."

"I'm not Carl Lewis either, Jayson.
But I never missed a PE lesson.
Unlike someone who always got his family doctor
to excuse him from PE. Ha!" mocked Diane.

It was true. I hated PE.
I wasn't really sick, but that's what I always did
to escape and steal extra time to study
since tutoring Diane took up so much time and energy.

So after the 100 metre mark, we slowed down to a jog.
My left hand continued holding on to her right hand.
I thought to myself, I am never going to let go of this hand
even after we reach the shelter at the bus stop.
I would rather die than let go.

And that was what I did. We reached the bus stop,
and I continued holding her hand.

Strange thing was, she didn't complain and let go of my hand either.
So the two of us just stood there under the shelter,
holding hands, bodies dripping wet, totally silent, for 10 minutes.
I didn't know what to say. She didn't too.

Thoughts of what the security guard said
about us bathing together flashed through my mind.
Fucking security guard.
Thanks to him and his big mouth,
I could feel my loins stirring.

Finally 10 minutes ended and I turned to look at Diane.
She felt me turning my head so she turned too.
I was trying to look at her face first,
but my attention was automatically directed
towards her completely soaked, translucent blouse,
revealing her white laced bra
with little red flowers imprinted in its design.
Because the material of her bra was very thin
and she didn't buy a bigger size,
her twin peaks jutted out and threatened
to burst at the seams.
I stared at her nipples for 10 long seconds
and my erection started to rise ...

'WHAT R U STARING AT?" Diane screamed.
and slapped my face for the third time.

[tarma69]

Poor boy, again kenna slapped... How could she be so ungrateful?? If I were Diane I would unbutton down my blouse for you to have a better view...

[Dark Side]

Originally Posted by tarma69

Poor boy, again kenna slapped... How could she be so ungrateful?? If I were Diane I would unbutton down my blouse for you to have a better view...

Well said bro ... I would too. LOL

Let me tell u how it feels like to be slapped by the same girl.
Thrice.

Pressure builds up inside u.
U have this desire to get upset, get even.

What had I done to deserve this anyway?

First time she slapped me,
I didn't even know I touched her breast cos
I was watching a god-damned show.

Second time she slapped me,
it was because I was making an honest confession
before my Lord Jesus.
None of her business at all.

Third time she slapped me,
well, I couldn't really help it, could I?
Her breasts were all there for me to look at,
complete with nipples.

Moreover, the first 2 times,
I didn't have the chance to look at her closely.
This time, when she slapped me,
I could still see a hint of shock and disgust,
but I also noticed that she blushed.
Her cheeks were bright red,
and she didn't slap me as hard as she did the last 2 times.
Maybe it was because she was using her left hand.
(She couldn't use her right hand this time
cos I was still holding it.)
Or maybe I had finally broken down her resistance.
Whatever it was, I was sick and tired of being slapped
all the time without knowing why,
u understand. So this time,
instead of retreating, I took the bold step
of pulling her into my arms,
and hugging her tightly.

I mean, she had hugged me twice today anyway.
Once in the morning before all my friends,
then again in the evening at the study corner as she wept.
So why can't I return the favour tonight?
I'm not that stuffed toy in her room
that allows himself to be hugged without
having any feelings u know.
What does she take me for, her favourite Toy Boy?
Fucking hell.

So I held her in my arms in the bus stop
while it rained and thundered.
But the strange thing was,
there was no strong reaction on her part.
She didn't push me away or slap me again,
but instead allowed herself to be hugged.
I couldn't see her facial expression
as my body was too close to her.
My face was actually at the side of her neck
and some of her beautiful long hair
was actually caressing the side of my cheeks.

I didn't know if she frowned in disapproval
or if she smiled in pleasure.
Her breasts were tightly trapped in between
her body and my own, unable to break free.
But I was afraid the moment wouldn't last,
so I tried to think of something smart to say.
My brain went into overdrive,
and I finally managed to whisper into her ear,
"Erm ... sorry ... Diane. It's so cold in this rain.
Could I hold u for a moment?
I'm freezing. Really. Just a moment. Please?"

Diane kept very quiet.
Didn't say yes, didn't say no.
No response. Hmmm.
Does silence mean consent?

Ten seconds later,
I finally heard a murmur.
"Cold? Yeah, it's cold. Very cold.
I suppose u can," Diane replied in a small voice.

[Moderater888]

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