[ilikeoldchangke]

The call came on that rainy tuesday afternoon when i was in the middle of doing my staff's annual appraisal. I almost choked on my coffee when i hear the unmistakable nasal voice of my class rep back in my poly days.

Gerald was the most 'on' person in our class then, always the one to volunteer to print and bind notes. I wasn't close with him, more of a hi-bye kinda friendship.

I was a little lost for words as it's been 11years since i graduated from poly, I definitely wasn't expecting a call from anyone since i didn't keep really in touch with the class. Exchanged a couple of season greetings on Friendster, multiply and recently facebook, that’s all.

I was too polite to say no to Gerald as well as he sounded really excited to be talking to me. I could only nod my head as i answered a couple of questions and jot down his contact details and address.

2 weeks later, I found myself pulling out of the ECP, heading towards the class rep’s house for the class get together.


I wound up the car window as i threw away the cigarette butt and turned into sennett road, taking in the large bungalows that flanked both sides of my car.

I looked in awe and envy as i saw the bright lights that lid up a small garden with a A2 poster of our graduating class photo. Gerald's house is huge.

How many of us could afford to have a place to stay without sharing walls with your neighbours.

I parked my 4 year old mark x which i got it at a steal before the car prices went crazy behind a cream coloured Nissan march and checked my hair before getting out. I could smell the fragrant bbq meat and my ears caught a couple of familiar laughter and shrieks as I approached the entrance.

I heard my name being called, almost to the point of a shout as I looked towards the gathering of people by the small garden.

‘Gary ! My god, haha, you still look the same ‘

I smiled as I opened up my arms and gave my then gf during poly days a hug.
Cindy put on a little weight, from what I saw on her online pictures, she’s already a mother of 2. It felt a little surreal knowing that the girl I fucked back in school is now a mother and wife to another man. It took me a while to put the image of her riding me after our final examinations away.

Turning to my left, I shook Gerald’s hand and we exchanged some words before I moved along the line, catching up with the rest of the class.

There is James, my counterstrike kahki back in school days, we used to have a nick that was known throughout the entire katong shopping centre. We left our mark in every lan shop, we knew all the owners, we almost got a membership from the uncle that sold western food in that mall. He delivered food to me and James while we were hard at work, bringing down the terrorist. Those were the days when you can easily get bootleg copies of games, software and art films.

We shook hands and hugged, asking how each of us are doing.

Moving towards the food, I smiled at Peiqi, the girl I had a fling with when she was attached. It brought back a smile to my face as I recalled the blowjob I’ve gotten from her in the school’s toilet. She returned my smiled before shaking my hand, asking me how I’ve been.

By the time I got to the food, I’ve spoken to almost everyone that turned up.

I helped myself to the chicken wings and I felt a tap on my shoulder, turning around, I was pleasantly surprised.

It was Karen.

Her hands were a little wet, probably just visited the bathroom. She was drying them with a napkin as she smiled and asked me how have I been.

Karen.

I remembered the first day she walked into the lecture hall, she silenced the class.
Everyones’ eyes were on her.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t harbor thoughts about her.

The thing is, Karen is unlike the girls I’ve usually dated.
She is the model student. So gentle, always so graceful. Her face is framed by her specs which gave her a look of that I can only describe as class.

You can be rich, but you can’t buy class.

She doesn’t club, doesn’t smoke, doesn’t drink. She played tennis, volunteered in a orphanage, went on overseas volunteer trips.

She had an air of excellence and elegance around her, always so friendly, always so helpful.


The geeks dare not approach her.

The wannabes know she is too good for them and stayed away.

The most eligible guys in the faculty could only manage a smile and a greeting.

Even the players were wary, fearful of what the rejection will do to their reputation.

Karen is off limits, that was the unspoken rule, because simply no one in the course believed anyone was good enough for her.


Karen sat down with me and we briefly caught up with each other’s life and career. My mind wandered as she went on describing her work in a healthcare environment. How many times have I made out with my gfs and Karen flashes into my mind.

I nodded in agreement to a few comments Karen made as i visually appraised her. She looked good for a 31 year old. Karen had on a light grey work blouse and a waist high black skirt. Her heels lifted her up to my height of 1.7.Her lips looked lush and glossy, I’m not sure whether it’s the oil from the bbq food or she just applied lip gloss. Her hair was let down and I saw a few wet spots on her top and skirt.

Tearing my eyes away from her legs as she sat down across me, I updated her on my life, my work, the overseas stint. It took all my self-control not to let my eyes drift to her body parts, I maintained eye contact as we chatted.

Everytime she uncrossed and crossed her leg, I fought back a primal urge to grab them and have her there and then. Sometimes guys will term girls as cock teasers, but Karen is not one of them.
She brushed back her hair as she leaned closer, genuinely interested with what I’m saying.

Just then, Gerald brought over to the table a fresh batch of sausages he grilled, offering anyone who would accept a second helping. I could sense he did not plan to keep these bbq for his weekend.

Karen and I took one each for our plate and continued chatting.

I was telling Karen about my wedding when I saw her wrap the sausage with a napkin and brought it to her mouth. My mind started to wander as I watched she closed her lips around the tip of the sausage.

Karen bit down on the sausage only to spit it out immediately as the hot cheese within squirted out, staining the sides of her mouth, greasing the edge of her glasses and some landed on her blouse. As she happened to be facing me, the bit off portion landed on my lap, settling near my groin.

I felt a sudden surge of erection as I watch Karen faced down, waving air into her mouth as a mixture of saliva and cheese dripped onto the grass turfing below.

As she looked up and saw the piece that landed where it land, she laughed and apologized.

Karen : haha, my god, I’m so sorry.

I smiled and replied with a wink.

Gary : Seems like you need a little guidance on what to do when presented with a sausage.

Shaking her head and removing her glasses to clean it, Karen smiled and replied.

Karen :Same old Gary…