Half only please...part 1

This happened twenty years ago when I was a teenager. You do the math. I am no cougar nor a MILF since I am still single and never had kids. 

The other questions you have kindly ask them here. 

Going back, I had my first serious "boyfriend". Technically, Casper guy was my first but our relationship was short-lived hence I had to consider this guy, Paranaque Playboy (PP) as my FSB (first serious boyfriend). PP and I met via crossline. Again, those who lived during that decade know what I'm talking about. We "threw" (gave away) our respective numbers and spoke extensively on the phone after that. PP then was a college student in DLSU. I was still in high school. (None of my batch mates interest me. I briefly dated a guy from an exclusive boys school in Katipunan but he was too goody-goody for my liking.) 

Anyway, PP and I eventually talked on the phone, on a regular basis. Then he asked if he can pick me up from school. Of course during this time, it was a big deal if you're 'dating' a college guy --- someone supposedly mature etc. Long story short, he picked me up at school. He lives in Paranaque and for him to go through at least a 2hour-travel time (one way pa lang) is E for effort in my juvenile mind. Little do I know that it was his own way of getting something from me. The courtship was not so long. A month of him picking me up everyday and showering me with gifts. Needless to say, I was fucking smitten with him. Who wouldn't be? He's tall (5'10), dark, and handsome plus charming and even my family already likes him. As with any other boyfriend-girlfriend relationships, there would be some 'messing around' aka sweetum-tweetum make out sessions. Since I already had my first kiss here, PP is now my second kiss and mind you, it was totally different from my first. More tongue and more insistent. Each day while our house help was watching Villa Quintana (Donna Cruz starring), he and I were in my room kissing like crazy. Or his tongue and fingers exploring my young body. From my breasts to my virgin pussy. I was hesitant and excited at the same time. I was curious as to how it'd feel. What I do know is that him touching my clit was not enough. I think I wanted more. Scratch that, I knew I wanted more. 

But PP knows I am still a virgin so he took extra care and patience (kuno) before deflowering me. Every week, gradually nagle-level up kami sa 'exploration' until we reached the point na penetration na lang ang kulang. I was stupid and relied on him mostly on the consequences and how to go about it. That's why to those reading this who have teenage daughters, please talk with them. PLEASE. One day that we didn't have class he asked me if I can come see him in Paranaque. It was not near but I wanted to be with him so I took the risk of taking that long commute just to see him. I also felt 'proud' that at my young age I will be introduced to his family and friends as the girlfriend. (I will find out later on that I was the 3rd party). His family there consisted of his aunt (who wasn't that old compared to him) and her two kids, much younger than me, thank God. He took care of me while I was there and was very much 'behaved" so I thought whew, no hanky panky. But I spoke too soon. After lunch, (I arrived there around 10:30 in the morning), his aunt had to bring her kids to school (pang-hapon sila). Yun pala ang nasa isip nya. Tsk tsk. As soon as they left, he started kissing me. I was taken aback initially but soon gave in to his kisses. He then reached down and touched me where I have been getting 'wet' the past few weeks now. But as to why, I was still clueless then. Clearly PP was in no mood to be educating me on Sex Ed. This went on until I saw him pull down his board shorts and guided me in touching him. I was scared --- I mean the past few weeks it was him mostly seeing parts of my body but for me it was my first time to see a male organ --- and a big one at that. 

I was scared and unsure of how to go about it. Sensing my hesitation, he held my hand and guided me to where he wanted it to be. It was my first time to touch a guy's penis and I was curious and scared. I was hesitant too because I somehow knew that this day was not the ones we would do in our house...

Casper

I am overwhelmed and encouraged by the positive comments. I know my writing isn't publish-worthy but these posts have long been promised to my friends here. :P Might as well start somewhere. :-) By the way, the posts are not all SGP. They vary so please feel free to indulge yourself in reading them.

Who doesn't forget their first? Even the most cocky, playboy/girl-ish men and women have their own share of firsts. And me, simple ol' me also have my own share. Now before you get excited if it's my first time in doing the thingy, it's not... awwww :P Read on! 

I mentioned in this A-Z series about Alvin who suddenly went MIA. I also did mention that people do not usually learn after a one-time mistake; usually takes more than that. I am not proud to say that the first guy I considered my "boyfriend" and I met in a very unorthodox way. He probably was doing what I did in the Alvin story one day in August of 1995. I was at my Dad's office when I picked up the phone. He looked for another person's name; I told him "wrong number". 

During this time, it was pretty common to get a wrong number so I just quickly hung up after. A good five or ten minutes after, he called again and since my Dad wasn't back yet, I picked up the phone again. It was him. I forgot what his words were but I soon found myself talking with him. 

I was a few days shy of my 15th birthday and he was 19. Let's call him Casper because it was the movie about to be shown or was being shown right about that time. Casper, based on what he told me, is a 3rd year college student from FEU. Management something yung course. He was a drummer in their pep squad. During this time, UAAP wasn't as big as it is today although I was already a fan because Paolo Mendoza was my crush. 

At the end of our first hour-long conversation, he asked for my phone number. What followed was a two-week long "courtship." Then, we became a couple. At this point, I still have not seen him and there was still no FB or IG. But we both agreed we will meet, of course. It happened on a Tuesday afternoon. 

My Mom was still at work. And my Dad wouldn't be home yet. My grandmother tended to some errands so only the house help were at home. They knew Casper will be there. I was giddy and scared. After all, what if he wasn't the guy I had envisioned. His description of himself was pretty much typical and genetic: 5'6 1/2 tall, medium built with muscles coz of his drumming thing, clean cut, not maputi nor maitim. Heck, he could be anyone! Pwede rin yung nagta-tricycle sa kanto but of course I didn't say that. I just said: "whatever you look like, I already care for you." 

That line still works for me in the present day. LOL. Going back, I heard a trike stop. 

I told him our gate was white but it wasn't. So I saw this guy alight the trike, and then glanced in my direction. It was then that I opened our gate and asked him to come in. My heart was beating very fast. OMG, I'm kilig! This is it. In present time, this is like the #kathniel with a mix of Forevermore. Okay, I'm exaggerating but I felt so happy, it's like my lips were on auto-smile. As soon as I closed the gate behind us, he grabbed my hand. Then I came. KIDDING! Agad agad?! LOL We then went inside and sat at the sofa. 

I was reeling with the reality. OMG. You've arrived, P. May boyfriend ka na. You're 15 and he's uhm, so matured. Si "Ate" served us snacks then discreetly left us. I noted that I will treat her isaw later that day. haha. One thing that I can still remember vividly was how great Casper smelled. Susme, parang walking perfume. Ang his hands, which never let go of mine, were so soft. Parang hindi nagda-drums. So we were sweet sweet and all. He asked about school which ended early on that day etc. He saw a guitar lying around the house and he gamely got it and sang for me. 

In my mind, ay grabe mahal ko na siya. Hahaha. Then we stopped. He then stared at me and asked if he may kiss me. I'm like. OMG. Hala, how will I tell him I have no idea how to kiss. Sa tanang buhay ko, ang naka-kiss pa lang sa akin ay Dad ko at Lolo ko. Susmaria. Baka mabuntis ako. Yes, that's how innocent and naive I was. Akala ko pag ki-niss ako ay mabubuntis ako. He sensed my hesitation and nervousness. He said, "okay lang if you're not ready." 

I looked at him gratefully but a nagging feeling didn't leave me. I was curious and scared. Obviously, my curiosity got the better of me. I looked at him and said yes. He looked at my face (imagine, shy pa ako nun so medyo naka-bow sa side nang unti ang head). :P He tipped my head and lightly grazed thumb on my lips. I closed my eyes. 

Oh my gosh. I was thinking. "Papatayin ako pag nabuntis ako pero baka hindi naman mabuo..." Then slowly, I can feel his breath on my face then he kissed me on my lips. Sweet, soft, and short. I opened my eyes and looked at him. I asked, "yun lang?" 

Then he laughed and he said I didn't want to do something you might not like. Sabi ko, it wasn't even long enough for me to know whether it was something I'd like or not. He smiled then he said, "okay." I then braced myself. Again. Then he stopped. 

He said, have you heard of the crucifix kiss? I looked at him as if he said the most amazing thing on Earth. "What?", I uttered. Then he said, it's like this. He then kissed me ever so lightly on my forehead. Wow. Sarap. Then he went to my left cheek, then to my right. Lastly, he went to my lips. He kissed my lips with such softness that I felt like I had butter on my lips. 

It wasn't forceful nor aggressive and during that young age of mine, I thought it was love... Aaargghh... Casper gave crucifix an entirely different meaning.

★ Piper ★

Battery!

I am thankful that I grew up during the time that working on our homework and research papers really entailed labouring in the library and going through books older than myself. In spite of this tasking exercise, I remember that I enjoyed doing these things instead of how the now millenials go about with their work doing everything easy and fast. You seldom hear people saying how enjoyable the research work was. Oh well.

Anyway, in late '98 or '99, I discovered the world of chatting via the Internet. Since 1996/97, I have already been curious about the Internet but officially started using it in '97 when I entered college. My curiosity and boredom led me to the world of ICQ, YM chatrooms, and yes, the mIRC. It was an entirely different, that mIRC. Suddenly, you had an entire environment clearly devoid of any identity --- you can be anyone. I can be anyone. The world of anonymity was exciting, very exciting. I only frequented then two servers: Undernet and Dalnet. I still remember the smile on my face once the then dial-up system has successfully connected. Using Internet cards then with "unlimited" connection at certain hours seemed like the freebies of the current world.

 In one of those nights, I met Macky. It was in a wholesome channel. I was 19, he was a year younger. We chatted until the wee hours of the morning. He then asked for my landline number. During this time, mobile phones were already available but not as dependable as today. We enjoyed talking with each other and I got to know him more. Sadly, I also had to leave the country that time. But we continued communicating, albeit not regularly, via YM. We became really good friends and he'd keep me updated with his modelling gigs. (Macky was a ramp model.) At sometime during our YM's, we had already traded pictures and I guess he didn't like me enough to make a move on me or perhaps he treasured our 'friendship' more. He'd always say it was the latter but I think the realist me always thought it was the former. Nonetheless, we kept contact and remained to be 'friends'.

 Fast forward to 2003, I am already back in Pinas for a good few years right about this time. Chatting in mIRC was still "in" but other ways have taken form.

One Saturday night, Macky buzzed me. Surprised (pleasantly, mind you), I immediately typed, "uy musta?" He then asked how I've been etc. We would sometimes already text but during this time we'd still keep in touch via YM or mIRC. He asked if I wanted to see him. I answered nonchalantly, "okay lang." (Deep inside, I was like, hell YES... pogi e! hahaha) Then he said, "wow, napilitan..." I told him, I felt it was anti-climatic but he said, "come on, let's really hang out! we have known each other for years now..."

To make the long story short, us, South peeps both decided to meet in Eastwood. During that time, Eastwood was the place to be. The center area in Eastwood, where the mall and buildings are now, was just a parking lot before. We agreed to meet in Bargo. I brought my closest girl friend and he told me he'll also bring in his closest buddy.

My friend and I arrived early and was just enjoying chatting when this effing good-looking guy approached our table. I was thinking, (t#ang%na, he looks wayyyy better in person). Smiling, he extended his hand which I immediately shook. We then introduced our respective friends. We are having a great time at the bar when his friend, let's call him, Eric said we should just hang out somewhere else. My friend and I said yes.

Since I had my car and he had his too, we both decided that he will ride with me and my friend (who thankfully clicked with Eric) will ride with Eric in his car. So off we go and convoyed until we reach my friend's apartment in Makati. (We bought some booze along the way) We started drinking.

During this time, I was already not really a drinker so it was pretty much a drinking fest among the three of them. Then we played Truth or Consequence. Alam na. :P

My friend and I were both whispering that kissing any of them wouldn't be so bad. In my mind though, I know that I just want to kiss Macky. The questions were too revealing and personal and the consequences were too exciting: kiss sa noo, smack sa lips, FK, FK for 10 seconds, FK for 20seconds, you get the drift.

Needless to say, I was able to kiss both: Eric on his cheek and Macky on his lips (yes!) LOL. Ang sarap. Ang lambot.

And the great thing was he responded with gusto. Whether it was the liquor or libog, I'll take it haha. We then took pictures or selfies as the younger generation now would call it, using a good old digi cam. My 6600's picture then wasn't clear so thankfully my friend brought out her cam.

 Then Eric and my friend started getting into it. They were kissing and I can see Eric's hands on my friend's legs and waist. As I looked at Macky, he then kissed me. The kissing was getting heavy and touchy so I told my friend we'll go to her room. She said okay.

A few minutes later, they went in too. My friend has two twin-sized beds in her room so each of us positioned ourselves comfortably. Lights were out and we both knew that each couple was heavily making out. I can hear my friend moaning from their kisses (and who knows what else) and I inadvertently found myself moaning too from Macky's kisses and touch.

Suddenly, my friend and Eric stood up. I then felt my friend's voice telling me they'll just go to the bathroom. I already knew what it meant. Since she was going to do it, I thought I might as well since I know anyway that's what I want. Thankfully, Macky has a condom. The whole time we were kissing and dry humping, I can sense his tool.

Macky stands 5'11 1/2 and my semi-naive thought then was his tool would be relatively long and big considering. I can feel his hardness as he (still with his clothes) went on top of me continuously kissing me and removing my top.

 Fast forward...we were both already semi-naked and can feel the urge to be connected. He asked me if it's okay and I told him yes and just reminded him to put the condom. And then bang. I can feel him doing pumps on top of me and I asked him, "babe, put it in." hoarsely he replied, "it is in, babe" I can feel nothing or perhaps a finger thing.

I moved a little bit to accommodate him easily just in case. F*ck nothing. He just proceeded and continued it and I, pretending to enjoy it until he said, "I'm coming..." I lied, I said, "me too"

 It was after this that I finally saw the "battery" --- To make things worse (the guys left morning the next day), my friend and Eric didn't do it! She got scared with Eric's big tool! Eric stands 6'2. Grrrrr...

Every time we talk about that crazy and epic night, one word: battery!


★ Piper ★

Alvin

I grew up during the time where a PLDT subscription application does not take a week, a month, a year, not five years, but a decade. hahaha. Okay, that may be an exaggeration but our application where I grew up took a while. 

You can only just imagine how psyched I was when we finally had a landline phone! I was 15 then and was at the stage where I take joy watching Ang TV yet was also curious reading Sidney Sheldon and Danielle Steel books. I was the type of teenager who'd still wait for my Mom to alight from the trike (clearly we didn't have our own vehicles then). But, I was also the type very eager to "fall" in love, whatever that means. :P 

 The only thing I kept myself preoccupied then was the landline phone we had. When everyone else had turned in, I'd take the receiver and dial a bunch of numbers. Those who are within my age, know this the crossline era. You'd hear many people taking at the same time throwing in names (or aliases) and a bunch of numbers. Nice sounding guys had their numbers written down. (I will find out later though that not all nice-sounding guys are good looking ones.) 

One of these numbers was a guy named "Alvin." He was pleasant sounding on the phone and was a good 3 or 4 years older than me. He seemed "decent" in the way he communicated with me. Or perhaps I clearly didn't know then. We kind of became a "couple" which then seemed okay enough. He was sweet, consistent (in calling), and seemed to want to see me. Until one day, nothing. No calls. Nothing. I called him but there were reasons like he wasn't home to he was already asleep. The current Pinai would have ended there but the naive and stupid me called like crazy. I cried too. He never called me ever again. Alvin was my first virtual heartbreak. Nonetheless, I learned from this experience and make sure not to let this happen again. But of course, (like with most of you), it was easier said than done. 


★ Piper ★