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I immediately went to my wardrobe and checked out the stash of Gillian’s clothes. Although she’s not allowed to stay over, she kept a supply of clothes in my room for special occasions.


Occasions such as ‘ chalet with friends’ , ‘ company retreat’ and of course some workout gear since we jog together often.


I finally dug out the 3 underwear she had in my room and Joe’s words came back to my mind. I’ve never indulged in the habit of sniffing of masturbating to Gillian’s underwear, what’s the point of doing that when I get to fuck her ?

But when Joe asked if I’m interested in Sylvia’s underwear, I felt this strange sense of emotions creeping up my head.

Both my heads that is.



Gillian’s underwear is simple, nothing fancy, no slutty lace but it ain’t no granny panties as well. They were simple and chic, either boyshorts or bikini cut with seamless edges for all.


I held up one grey boyshorts I particularly liked, I loved the way some of her butt cheeks spill just that teeny bit out when she wore it.

Images of the last fuck after our run came flooding into my mind as I tried to recall the sensation when I came.



I packed the undies away and went to bed, thinking about Joe’s offer to trade the girls underwear.


Truthfully, I have no idea why I wanted Sylvia’s underwear.

But I went to bed thinking of it.


Thinking of how the texture would feel between my fingers, how would it differ from Gillian’s. How would the design be like.

And of course, how would it smell like.


I felt a mix of disgust at my thoughts, although I’m not a holy saint of sorts, but such imagery and ideas never once crossed my mind.

Yes I’m horny and all, but I just wanted to fuck.



And yet just the idea of having Sylvia’s underwear is making me lose precious sleep.




4th August 2007
Saturday.

Joe gave me a wink when the girls were not looking that day when we met up in Chinatown for lunch. Everything was normal, nothing seemed different between Joe and I as we chatted.


Neither one of us made any mention of the private conversations we had a couple of weeks back.



8.30pm

We finally got a private moment when the girls went to the washroom, and Joe asked me how is it.



I told him yes I have a few underwear of Gillian’s at my place and I think I could sneak one out without her knowing.

Joe : Hmm, you mean new one ?

James : What do you meant new one ? as in brand new with tag ? .


Joe sniggered softly and added.
Joe : Don’t be idoit lah, I meant Gillian wear before one or not ?

Joe : As in unwashed one.



Thinking back, I was really an ignorant and innocent boy back then. How could I have not known it’s about exchanging worn undies?

I felt a sudden surge in excitement yet again as my mind churned out new possibilities and scenarios, sending more blood to my manhood.

It’s a sick thought, a sick act, yet the very idea of it is giving me a brain fuck I could not explain with words.



James : erm but how ? Gillian usually washes it after she should then hang up to dry.

Joe : Don’t be cock James, I’m sure you can find a way.



I saw the girls coming towards us from a distance away and I figured there was still time for a couple of sentences.

James : Then Sylvia’s one how ? it’ll be … worn one too ?

Joe rolled his eyes at me and said of course before tapping me to indicate the conversation is over.




9.15pm.

We were about to part ways , Joe and Sylvia heading to meet some friends while I’m having some alone time with Gillian before her 11pm curfew.


Right when we were saying our goodbyes, I overheard Sylvia ask her sister what she’s going to be doing the next day. I did not know what was going through my mind but the moment I saw Gillian shrugged her shoulders, words just spurted out from my mouth.


James : Shall we go swim tomorrow ?

I felt 3 pairs of eyes turning towards me and the widened in unison. Although we’ve been hanging out for a while, we’ve never swam together before.

Hell I’ve swam with Gillian only when we got a room in the hotel.

Sylvia : Ermm…. Okay… that’s something new.




Gillian was just giving me a weird look and she commented that it’s quite weird to go swim. There’s hardly going to be any interaction between us all if we do.

I must have seemed a little silly and lost when Joe came to my rescue.



Joe : Tell you guys what.
He paused for effect before adding.

Joe : Let’s head to wild wild wet .



Surprisingly the girls agreed..

When their heads were turned, Joe gave me a wink and I returned a smile.


Right before we parted ways, Joe added a quick whisper.

Joe : Figure out the rest yah .. haha .



I sent Gillian back to her place before I took the long journey back to Bedok. I managed to get a seat and my thoughts started to drift.

I felt as if I was going through puberty again, my mind thinking of things I’ve never thought before. The overall feeling was weird, yet I felt aroused by it.



5th August 2007

Sunday
10.45am



I got to the theme park first as Joe is picking up the sisters. The sun looked bright and cheerful that Sunday morning.



11.20am

I saw Joe and the girls walking towards me, waving and gesturing to the queue at the ticket booth. I got in line and they joined me barely 30 seconds later.

I did not even bother to look at what Gillian was wearing that day, instead my eyes darted secretly to the bright orange patch that is showing from underneath Sylvia’s white T-shirt.



There was nothing much to be said about the girls bikini. They were afterall, just bikinis.

Sylvia’s in neon orange, and Gillian’s one in neon pink.



I was sure Joe noticed my darting eyes towards Sylvia’s orange, just as sure as I was towards Joe’s looks at Gillian’s pink.


We hung around for a while, trying out the various slides and all before we parted ways and decided on a meeting point in 2 hours time.



1.30 pm
It did not take long for us to grow a little bored of the theme park. We bumped into each other a couple of times as we wandered around the area.

As we were making our way towards the agreed meeting point, something caught my attention.

And in that instance, something clicked in my head.



2.00 pm

As we were showering, Joe asked if I have anything up my sleeves, I told him I’ve got an idea.


I asked about his plans and he just waved a no problem casually.


I came out of the bathroom with my wet broadshorts and trunks in my hand, the water still dripping onto the floor beside me. Joe came up beside me and from the look on his face, he must have figured out what I was up to.


Gillian came out of the bathroom barely a min later, still trying to dry her hair with her towel.


James : Er dear ar, I got no plastic bag for the wet clothes…

My girlfriend took a look and without thinking much, retrieved the bag she had and passed it to me.

I felt my heartbeat increased as I took over the bag with her worn and wet bikini.



I made up an excuse of wringing my clothes dry a little more and headed back into the bathroom. I put my wet clothes into a separate bag and kept both plastic into my backpack.


I came out, giving Joe a look of triumph and satisfaction and of course, a wink.
Joe just smiled and said nothing.



I saw Sylvia came out a moment later and she passed a plastic bag to Joe.
He kept it into his sling bag without a word and off we went for lunch.


5.30pm
We decided to call it a day and send the girls back to Jurong.

The girls slept during the long car ride but I was wide awake, thinking of what’s going to happen next.

Will they ask for their clothes when they leave the car ?

Will they grab another plastic bag from their place to separate the clothes ?



I could hardly breath when we pulled into the girls’ carpark.

Joe was smooth , he hugged Sylvia and said his goodbye, I gave Gillian a hug too. I could feel my heart thumping against my ribcage as I watch the girls head towards the lift lobby, only when the lift door close did I dare to breath.


Joe motioned me into the car and we stopped at Lavender, near his place.
Joe : Bro, relax, you seemed so tensed up…. Buay zai leh you.


James : How to relax ? this is so crazy leh. What if the girls find out ?


He just laughed and shook his head.

Joe popped opened the trunk and there laid all our bags.


We exchanged plastic bags and shook hands.

Joe : Pleasure doing business with you James .

I stared at that damp neon orange in the bag, together with Sylvia’s short broadshorts and towel and replied a little slowly.

James : Pleasure is mine.


I was about to turn and make my way to the train when Joe added.

Joe : Bro... This is not going to be a one off thing yah.. ?


My mind was already wandering off to what will i be doing with Sylvia's worn clothes but i managed a reply.

James : Of course not bro... Of course not...