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Originally Posted by Siamdiu5evas

Thank you all for the support. Personally, I feel that the stories with N were just a teaser - a guide to sexual awakening and discovery. My fondest memories (other than with my wife) were with a girl nicknamed 'V'. I will get there in due time.

Sep 2007 - Graduation ceremony

N and I were facing problems. I was sexually frustrated and suppressed - my parents set a tight curfew on me (5pm) and I could no longer spend time with with her. Even in school, due to the different streams we were in, our hours were vastly different. To make matters worse, N was outright teasing to get my attention during this trying period of time - her arsenal of lingerie now included colours such as lime green and pastel blue - all of which shown through her translucent uniform top when she transited past my classroom on a regular basis. Each time she walked past, I could not get the memory of her breasts pressed against my face, my tongue suckling on her brown nipples and feeling the slightly raised bumps around her pinkish areolas out of my head. (kids if you are reading this, your parents are right, don't date too early and too close to exams) . The event that broke the floodgate was when she, as the senior specialist of my school's Red Cross CCA, taught CPR in her uniform for fellow CCA leaders. For those who know, the Red Cross uniform consists of a black beret, a full white 'gown' that was buttoned all the way, secured by a cloth belt at the waist. When N leaned over the dummy and clasped her hands together to perform CPR, the slightly low cut of the uniform exposed her full cleavage- pushed together even more snuggly due to the positioning of her hands. With each count of her chest compressions, I could see her breasts bouncing in tandem, and the warm familiar tightness in my pants arose again as the breasts rose and shook with the repeated CPR demonstration, and a light sheen of perspiration was visible on her breasts with the exertion.

She texted me after the event, and asked: "Did that make you hard?"
I could not hide it any further. I excused myself to the male toilet and freed my penis from its prison, trying to rapidly deflate it so that I could return to the meeting. Just as I managed to get it to fit less conspicuously into my trousers, I received an MMS from her (again, MMS was what we used to send photos to each other in the past. If you don't know this you are too young to be reading this!). It was a photo (albeit grainy and low resolution on my Sony Ericsson K700i) of her cleavage, captioned "Study HARD".

Damn, reminds me of me fucking my senior who was in red cross. I never failed to get hard seeing her in her black, red and pink cross back bras under her uniform.