Disclaimer: This story is inspired by the Sweet Guy manga - look it up if u haven't (NSFW tho), but modified in the local context; Enjoy!
Chapter 1 - Tom
His name was Tom. He was a first year in University, having come fresh out of National Service. The best word that could describe him was “Average”. He had average looks, an average build and was of an average height – basically he got the short end of the stick when his parents’ genes were creating him. There was one thing about him that wasn’t average though, which we will explore later; since he himself wasn’t aware of it yet. Tom was a virgin, though with his extensive collection and “research” of pornographic material, he was quite experienced in sex despite not having tried it before.
Understandably for a young, hot blooded male, the first year in University made for exciting times, since it was a non-uniformed environment filled with plenty of eye candies – and the fashion standard of late involved “Too Short”/ “Too Low”/ “Too Little”. Though it wasn’t his first time in a mixed gender environment (he was from JC after all), he hadn’t had much experience with girls – he had a few female friends but mostly of the “Hi-Bye” variety, since he himself was quite shy as well.
It was a blistering hot day, and Tom was feeling the heat. He decided to camp out in the school library, as it had the coldest air-conditioning of all the buildings on campus. He quickly walked the short distance (unsheltered and in the open sun) to the library, eagerly anticipating the cool blast of air-conditioning. He was so focused on getting out of the sun that he failed to watch where he was going and crashed into someone.
Books and notes fluttered all over the place, accompanied with a loud “OUCH”. He looked up to see it was Cheryl, one of the prettiest Year Ones, famous around the cohort for her looks and extremely sexy dress sense. Today she was no different, she was dressed in a pair of denim hot pants, which showed a generous amount of her silky, long, toned legs. She had a small T-shirt on (if you could even call it a t-shirt, it was cut in such a way that it bared her midriff and displayed a tantalizing view of her firm B Cup cleavage.), and her long straight (dyed) brown hair was untied, its tresses in a slight mess from the collision.
Tom was staring at her pretty, well proportioned face with slightly pouty lips when the shock on her face turned to instant anger, turning the pretty face into one which had anger written all over it. She still looked hot when she was angry though, Tom thought.
“Hey! Watch where you’re going, idiot! Now my stuff is all over the floor!” she said, her voice laced with strong irritation.
Tom snapped out of his near-trance and apologized profusely, bending down to help her pick up her books and notes. As the both of them were struggling to snatch up all the loose papers before they flew off, their arms came into contact with each other. Both recoiled in horror, both from the unintentional contact, but mainly because of his sweaty skin (from the heat) coming into sticky contact with hers.
*PIAK* The sound of the slap seemed extremely loud considering it was in the open. “DISGUSTING!” she literally spat as she grabbed her things that were in his hands and stomped off into the library. Tom was left standing there with a red cheek and in total embarrassment – he looked around quickly and was relieved to find that there weren’t any witnesses to the incident.
Fearful of earning more of her wrath in the library he decided to head back to the dorms for a shower. He cursed his misfortune, whatever chances he might have had to get on Cheryl’s good side (well, a man will always dream) were now ruined forever. DISGUSTING – the word hung in his mind, repeating itself over and over in his head and ripping his ego to shreds. As the cold shower washed over him, it washed off his sweat, but was unable to wash off the humiliation he just faced. He crashed into bed after the shower and tried to sleep it off.
Chapter 1 - Tom
His name was Tom. He was a first year in University, having come fresh out of National Service. The best word that could describe him was “Average”. He had average looks, an average build and was of an average height – basically he got the short end of the stick when his parents’ genes were creating him. There was one thing about him that wasn’t average though, which we will explore later; since he himself wasn’t aware of it yet. Tom was a virgin, though with his extensive collection and “research” of pornographic material, he was quite experienced in sex despite not having tried it before.
Understandably for a young, hot blooded male, the first year in University made for exciting times, since it was a non-uniformed environment filled with plenty of eye candies – and the fashion standard of late involved “Too Short”/ “Too Low”/ “Too Little”. Though it wasn’t his first time in a mixed gender environment (he was from JC after all), he hadn’t had much experience with girls – he had a few female friends but mostly of the “Hi-Bye” variety, since he himself was quite shy as well.
It was a blistering hot day, and Tom was feeling the heat. He decided to camp out in the school library, as it had the coldest air-conditioning of all the buildings on campus. He quickly walked the short distance (unsheltered and in the open sun) to the library, eagerly anticipating the cool blast of air-conditioning. He was so focused on getting out of the sun that he failed to watch where he was going and crashed into someone.
Books and notes fluttered all over the place, accompanied with a loud “OUCH”. He looked up to see it was Cheryl, one of the prettiest Year Ones, famous around the cohort for her looks and extremely sexy dress sense. Today she was no different, she was dressed in a pair of denim hot pants, which showed a generous amount of her silky, long, toned legs. She had a small T-shirt on (if you could even call it a t-shirt, it was cut in such a way that it bared her midriff and displayed a tantalizing view of her firm B Cup cleavage.), and her long straight (dyed) brown hair was untied, its tresses in a slight mess from the collision.
Tom was staring at her pretty, well proportioned face with slightly pouty lips when the shock on her face turned to instant anger, turning the pretty face into one which had anger written all over it. She still looked hot when she was angry though, Tom thought.
“Hey! Watch where you’re going, idiot! Now my stuff is all over the floor!” she said, her voice laced with strong irritation.
Tom snapped out of his near-trance and apologized profusely, bending down to help her pick up her books and notes. As the both of them were struggling to snatch up all the loose papers before they flew off, their arms came into contact with each other. Both recoiled in horror, both from the unintentional contact, but mainly because of his sweaty skin (from the heat) coming into sticky contact with hers.
*PIAK* The sound of the slap seemed extremely loud considering it was in the open. “DISGUSTING!” she literally spat as she grabbed her things that were in his hands and stomped off into the library. Tom was left standing there with a red cheek and in total embarrassment – he looked around quickly and was relieved to find that there weren’t any witnesses to the incident.
Fearful of earning more of her wrath in the library he decided to head back to the dorms for a shower. He cursed his misfortune, whatever chances he might have had to get on Cheryl’s good side (well, a man will always dream) were now ruined forever. DISGUSTING – the word hung in his mind, repeating itself over and over in his head and ripping his ego to shreds. As the cold shower washed over him, it washed off his sweat, but was unable to wash off the humiliation he just faced. He crashed into bed after the shower and tried to sleep it off.