Reminiscing my poly days

[WrightofLife]

After lurking for so many years here reading so many recounts, I’ve decided to create an account to share some of my experiences back when I was in poly.

Hope y’all like it. Names have been changed for obvious reasons.

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First year in poly wasn’t exactly what I pictured.
IT course meant endless project work, endless coding, and almost no girls in sight.
It wasn’t lonely, exactly. But it felt… dull.

My saving grace was my CCA.
A completely different world.
Here, the rooms smelled of polished wood and rosin dust, bows gliding across strings, soft laughter slipping out from under practice room doors.
And the best this was of course, the girls. Lots of them.

I wasn’t just there for the social life though, I really knew how to play Cello since I learnt it from young, and I also loved music.
Carrying that massive case on my back everywhere made me stick out a little, but I didn’t mind.

Today was a simple sectional session, just a handful of us in a studio to clean up some messy parts before the upcoming concert.
Studio 3C, tucked into the far end of the block.

I was already outside, leaning against the wall, shifting the weight of my cello case awkwardly.

Then I heard the familiar sound of sneakers approaching.
I looked up and it was Clara.

Another cellist, another first-year like me, but somehow she carried herself like she owned every room she walked into.
Oversized black hoodie, tiny shorts peeking out underneath, white sneakers scuffed from wear.
Her body was petite but shaped, slim waist, perky B-cup chest just outlined beneath the drape of her hoodie. Her legs were so fair and toned.
Her face was just as distracting, very innocent with a GND look.

C: “Eh, you sleeping or what?”

Me: “Waiting for you to carry me to the studio lor.”
(I straightened up, giving her a lazy grin.)

C: (rolling her eyes) “Please lah. Later Mr Tan come and scold, you blame me again.”

Me: “You not my shield meh?”

C: (laughs) “Then you better stay behind me later.”

She brushed past me, shoulder grazing mine lightly,not rough, but not entirely accidental either.
There was a faint whiff of her perfume, something light, sweet, a little musky.

We swiped into the studio.
The heavy door swung shut behind us, muting the outside world instantly.

Studio 3C was cool and dim, just strips of LED lights outlining the room.
The walls were layered with thick acoustic panels, giving everything a stillness that felt almost too private.

Clara swung her cello case down onto one of the empty chairs.
She stretched lazily, arms raised high which made her hoodie lift slightly, revealing the smooth line of her lower waist and the faint shadow of her navel.

I caught myself looking for too long and she noticed.

C: (grinning) “Wah, what you looking at? Never see skin before ah?”

Me: “Checking if you secretly trained abs during holidays.”

C: (laughing) “No need abs when got natural beauty.”

She plopped into the chair, tugging her shorts down slightly, sitting cross-legged.
Her bow balanced between her fingers, twirling lazily.

C: “The others coming or not?”

Me: “Later lah. Looks like just us for now.”

She leaned back, hoodie slipping down one shoulder, exposing a smooth line of collarbone.

For now, I unpacked my cello, pretending to focus on tightening the bow, even though I could feel her gaze flicker toward me more than once.

It was just sectional practice.
A normal, boring run-through.

That’s what it was supposed to be.
At least… at first.

[blackni]

Today was a simple sectional session, just a handful of us in a studio to clean up some messy parts before the upcoming concert.

[WrightofLife]

The moment the studio door clicked shut, the air between us changed. What was supposed to be a routine sectional practice now felt charged with something else entirely.

Clara positioned her cello between her thighs with deliberate slowness, knees falling open wider than necessary. The movement made her tiny black shorts ride up, revealing a bit of pink lace.

C: "Wah, so quiet today ah?" She plucked her A string, the note vibrating through the small room. "Or your eyes too busy somewhere else?"

Me: "Just waiting for you to stop showing off your... fingering technique."

She kicked me lightly under the music stand, her white sneaker lingering against my ankle. "Aiyoh, jealous is it? My hands more steady than yours lah."

As we began tuning, Clara exaggerated every movement - leaning forward to adjust her endpin made her hoodie gape open, while shifting positions caused her shorts to ride up even higher. Each time she drew her bow across the strings, her whole body swayed enticingly.

C: "Eh, your C string sounds like my grandmother snoring leh." She nudged my foot with hers. "Need me to show you how it's done or not?"

Me: "Please lor, since you so free to give demo."

What followed was the most distracting "lesson" imaginable. Clara positioned herself behind me, her front pressed lightly against my back as she "guided" my bow hand.

C: "See, must use whole arm, not just wrist," she murmured, her breath warm against my ear. Her chest brushed against my shoulder with every movement.

The scent of her perfume mixed with the familiar smell of rosin. When she reached around to adjust my fingering on the neck, her bare forearm which was so soft and smooth brushed against mine.

A particularly dramatic shift made her hoodie ride up completely, revealing the smooth curve of her waist and the delicate pink lace band of her panties peeking above her shorts.

C: "Like the view ah?" She didn't even bother covering up, just smirked as she saw me looking.

Me: "Just curious what’s underneath only."

She laughed and deliberately bent over to pick up a dropped rosin cake, giving me an unobstructed view of round cheeks barely contained by that pink lace.

C: "Oops, so clumsy today." Her grin said it was anything but an accident.

The sudden vibration of my phone broke the moment - a message from the others saying they'd be late. Clara's eyes gleamed when she saw the notification.

C: "Looks like we got extra practice time." She settled back into her chair, knees falling open again as she positioned her cello. "Maybe you should come closer... better to see my technique mah."

Her foot slid up my calf as I moved nearer, the contact sending a jolt through me. The first notes of our duet filled the room, but neither of us was really focusing on the music anymore.

C: (softly, between measures) "Better pay attention hor... later Mr. Tan test us, you fail how?"

Me: "Then you just have to give me private lessons lor, then I can show you my fingering techniques ma."

Her answering smile promised that might just happen. The way her pinky finger kept brushing mine when we turned pages, the lingering touches as we shared the music stand, every small contact burned hotter than the last.

Outside, footsteps finally approached. Clara quickly adjusted her posture into something more proper, but the devilish glint in her eyes remained.

C: "Don't worry," she whispered as the door handle turned. "We continue... later."

But my cock already go mari kita liao at this point, I swore to get my revenge at a later point for teasing me so much.

The others burst in noisily, completely unaware of what they'd just interrupted. But the secret smile Clara shot me across the room? That said this was far from over.

[Locomotions]

Good start TS. Camping here for more!

[timeliness]

Damn, you reminded me of my time in poly, but in a different cca.