[EnigmaofSorrow]

finally back from camp... it's been a hellish week...

and here's the continuation...

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Or so I thought.

Flash forward to 4 years later, I was still in the Army as I stupidly decided to sign on. However, this time, I was the one who was making others wash toilets.

I was chatting with Shirley on MSN one night while on duty in camp.

S: Hey are you free this weekend? On Saturday.

Me: Should be? You’re coming back?

S: Yep. Can you pick me up from the airport?

Me: Sure, what about your parents?

S: Er, let’s not talk about them.

Me: Did something happen?

S: Maybe. I will tell you when we meet.

Me: Ok… What time’s your flight?

And so it was settled. I was actually scheduled for duty on Saturday but somehow or another, I managed to con a junior Sergeant to take over my weekend duty. For a price of course. It was worth it I guess, as I would get to see my god-sis after so long.

And so Saturday came and I drove to Terminal 3. I hung around at the Coffee Club while waiting for Shirley’s flight to touch down.

Soon, my phone rang. She had arrived!

Me: Hello?

S: I’m back!

Me: Where are you?

S: Take a wild guess!

I looked around but did not see anyone using a handphone, as I turned back, I caught sight of someone vaguely familiar. It was Shirley.

She was still short (shorter than me anyway), and she no longer had long hair in a pony-tail. Her hair was now shoulder-length, and dyed Auburn. From afar, she looked tanned and appeared to have a taut body. I think the reason why I could not recognize her was because she no longer wore spectacles, but had sunglasses perched on her head like a hair-band. I wondered if she had been cold on the plane as she was wearing really short shorts, and a T-shirt.
I finished my coffee and walked towards her.

As I got nearer, I saw that she had multiple piercings on both ears. A sign that she was wilder than before perhaps? She smiled at me and a glint of light appeared from her mouth. She was wearing braces. I smiled back, remember the time when I had unsightly metal in my mouth too.

She put her bag back on the luggage trolley and came towards me.

S: Missed me?

Me: Nope.

She wrapped her arms around me, pressing her soft breasts against my chest. Woah. Before she left, we hardly had any physical contact. This was a start. I estimated her chest to be at least a B-cup, a far cry from the literally non-existent chest she had years back. I wondered if she had undergone Breast Augmentation. But they felt too soft to be fake. I did not know where I should place my hands, so I put them on the small of her back, just above her ass. My my, she was definitely more curvy than before. And her body was well toned. Athletic in fact, my kind of girl.

I felt a stirring in my loins, but quickly put the thought out of my head. We hugged for about a minute before breaking off. I took over her luggage trolley.

S: Wow you are hard.

I hoped she was referring to my muscles on my body and not the muscle in my
pants.

Me: Well, that’s what army does to you.

S: Really? You’ve been working out a lot?

Me: Kind of. You?

S: Yeah, I did surfing for awhile in Australia.

So that explains the tan and the toned body.

Me: So, where are you going?

S: Home!

Me: And where might that be?

S: The same place.

Me: I thought your parents sold the flat?

S: They did. Sort of. They actually rented it to one of my dad’s friends. But
he’s got his own place now, so the flat is empty.

Me: Cool. And you’re alone? Where are your parents?

S: They are still in Australia. I will tell you more later. Oh yeah, can you swing by my dad’s friends’ place? I need to collect the keys.

Me: Sure.

And we continued chatting all the way to the car.

She had already completed her degree from RMIT. What a coincidence, I was doing distance learning with an Australian University too.

Along the way to collect her house keys, I could not help but sneak glances at her. She was not hot and sexy but there was something about her.

S: What are you looking at?

Me: Just admiring how you’ve grown.

S: What do you mean?

Me: Er. You grew bigger.

S: Where?

Me: Everywhere?

S: You mean my boobs?

I was stunned for awhile.

Me: Er. Yeah.

I contemplated asking the question.

Me: Did you go for surgery?

S: NO! They’re real!

She acted pissed.

Me: Really? Can’t tell. They seem much bigger than the last time I saw you.

S: Haha. That was 4 years ago. Ever heard of puberty?

Me: Are you sure? They seem too shapely to be real.

S: They ARE real! I am wearing a good bra!

Me: I still don’t believe you.

S: You want to touch them to see if they are real?

What the. That was pretty direct. But it could be a trap. Maybe she was testing me. I had to think of a suitable response.

Me: Are you daring me to touch your boobs?

S: Well, I’m sure you’ve touched many other boobs while I was gone…

In actual fact, I had not. I did not even have a girlfriend. Most of my time was devoted to the Army. I did pick up the occasional girl while clubbing but nothing really developed.



to be continued...