the Guest...

It was a two-story relatively small (compared with neighbouring houses) house nestled in an exclusive subdivision in Quezon City. The main house was a sprawling mansion-like compound with more cars than my fingers parked outside. I like that despite the grandeur aura of the village it is in, it was homey and unassuming. It was no wonder he prefers to live there. I met him, let's call him, Leonard, in mIRC. No surprise there. If you have read my previous posts in my blog, it is no secret that during my mid-20's I have grown very fond of the various ways a person can meet online. One of the earlier ones of course was mIRC. Those who know what I am talking about probably have also heard of ICQ, Yahoo Chatrooms, YM, of course, and the original "booty call" site as far as I'm concerned (LOL), MySpace. 

I met him from #K channel in Dalnet. During that time the chances of meeting a guy na "pwede" was really high. Internet then was not that cheap hence not a lot had access to it as my IT friends would say. He started with the usual ASL stuff to which I replied. Magka-edad kami. He then asked what school I was from. I told him and asked what made me also chat in that channel. I forgot what I told him but apparently there was something so we chatted more. He asked for my name and told him I'm Penny. I chuckled and he seemed to believe it was really Penny. He asked for my YM and I readily gave it. We continued chatting via YM. He's into water sports and was encouraging me to try other sports especially after I told him I like swimming. 

He then said casually, "when are we meeting?" I was caught off guard. During this time, I haven't really been immersed in the world of EB's and was kinda 'scared' to do so but there was something about Leonard that made me more interested the more we chat. Like me, he was never the type who asked for pictures at the onset, we both rather come up with our own "images" of each other and compare it with the real person. 

He said he'll pick me up right after my class (grad school). My class ends at 8:30pm and thankfully that night we were dismissed early so I still had time to make myself look "presentable enough". One thing about Leonard is that he tells things straight. If he looks like this then it's exactly that. That night, he said he'll be driving this compact car and true enough as soon as I came out of the building, it was there, parked where he said it would. I was all smiles and trying to be 'warm' pero suplado-looking ang peg niya. In fact, he only smiled when I was inside the car. He was wearing a black shirt and denim jeans. No watch, no ring but may kwintas. He is not the tisoy nor artistahin guy but there was something about him that excudes such confidence that makes him sexy and appealing. In fact, sexually appealing. He said he's not maputi nor maitim and stands 5'9. Check naman. This guy clearly doesn't lie. I then sat at the passenger seat and he said, "let's go?" I looked at him, smiled and said, "go where?" And he said, "sa house." I was waiting for a rejection sentence or perhaps something 'polite', like "I'll drop you off where you can take a cab..." 

I was feeling very self-conscious during this time after having been left scarred by an ex. My self-esteem was at its all-time low so I didn't feel I was attractive nor desirable to 

I blurted, "ha? are you sure." He smiled and said, "you're cute; and yes"

We then went to their village which wasn't so far to where I was studying. I was familiar with the area coz I know of a couple of friends from there. I was thankful I didn't bring my car otherwise they would have recognised me. But he lives a bit far from my friends'  side --- in a more"secluded" part of the village. The guard recognised the car and him (of course) and nodded and he just easily drove inside. And that's when I saw it. 

​It's cute and reminded me of houses in the States with patios. This one had a wooden swing set pa. The flowers and plants looked regularly trimmed. No one seemed home. Or at least no one seems to be. He said "let's go..." I still do not know what he had in mind but I seem to be getting more curious by this boyish-looking, lanky yet dangerously sexually appealing man. He's definitely more quiet in person. Like what I said not the typical good-looking but there really is something about him that exudes such confidence that seems to say "I can get any girl or woman I want, when I want." 

A short hallway then the living room with all the latest appliances and cute decors. The kitchen looked like it was in one of those kitchen magazines. But Blue clearly didn't want me to appreciate this. He held my hand and we went upstairs. As I stepped on the third step, I saw their maid and he didn't care lang and we just went upstairs. Obviously to his room. I managed to whisper to him, "where are your parents?" He didn't reply and just led me upstairs. The second floor had three rooms and of course the one we entered had to be his. As soon as we got in, it was clearly a man's room. This was clearly pre-50 Shades period but now that I write this, I am reminded that the room reeks sex; like a sex dungeon of some sort. It was messy with clothes around. The curtains were black. The main part was his huge desk which has his computer. There was also a couch. I sat on it. 

He then said, "you can lie there if you want" and I did. I cannot recall but maybe coming from a long class made the couch in an air-conditioned room the best thing ever. Leonard then sat comfortably on his room's carpeted floor. Then suddenly he was mere inches from me. I got self-conscious and quickly glanced at what I was wearing. Too preppy and not sexy. Tsk, tsk. Before I come up with another weird thought, I suddenly felt his hand on my breast. I was obviously caught off-guard but I didn't say anything. He looked at me; perhaps searching for any look of protest and when saw none, he smiled. For a guy who clearly doesn't talk much, his smiles are doing the talking. 

Part 2...

★ Piper ★

the Foreigner

Anyone who has been following this difficult attempt of mine to try to tell my experiences (not ALL sexual, ok?!)might have read how I started 'meeting' someone through the phone and another one through mIRC who eventually let me feel his battery. I also shared my naivety thinking that a crucifix kiss can get me pregnant. And how I messed with the "drayber" :| And of course, most recently, E-boy. 

This time, I will be sharing as the title directly states my experience with a foreigner. For the record, I have no specific preference whatsoever on guys I date aside from them being tall. Ewan ko ba bakit pero a tall guy really gets my attention. 

Anyhoo, one mIRC night, as I was chatting in #alabang, someone messaged me. My nick then I cannot recall but it must be catchy enough sans the jejemon characters. 

Call it weird pero I usually ignore people who send me PM with such boring lines. The way I see it is if simple lines dun e not creative na e di what more in other venues like phone etc. Of course, it might not always be true but then it would be my loss not his. 

So one night, someone PM'd me. Sorry but I cannot recall his nick but it sounded Amboy-ish. That alone caught my attention plus his opening lines. Definitely not the usual, "ctc?" or "asl?". 

My next question surprised him: "How tall are you?" 

His response surprised me in return: "6'5" 

I was like, "t#ang%na, ito na ang future hubby ko!" hahaha ganun talaga ako ka-advance mag-isip nun e. bakit ba hahaha. 

By the way, during this time, wala pang DSL so I pretty much relied on our Blast Internet card na during that time ay "mabilis" na; yun pala may ibibilis pa hehehe. In case, ma-DC ako e I decided to ask for his digits. And to my delight at bago ko pa i-press ang Enter ay hiningi nya na yung sa akin. Pero dahil siguristang kokak ako ay sa YM muna ang binigay ko. 

We chatted in YM for about 2 more hours and then we gave each other's digits. Wala pa ring mga unli-unli stuff noon so we would only exchanged messages. The following day, he asked for my home phone number. I know sa panahon ngayon e parang no-no ito pero that time, there were no warning signs or anything like that. We spoke on the phone for 12 hours. Ihi and drinks lang pahinga. Pucha. Naloka na ang Lola ko kasi nakabalik na siya at lahat mula sa labas e nasa phone pa rin ako. Di kami naubusan nang mapag-uusapan. At syempre, bawat araw ay papogi nang papogi ang dating nya sa akin. He loves basketball, likes my fave player then (TMac), watches the same shows I do, etc. I also found out that he is in med school. I thought to myself, interesting. 

So yun, usap kami sa phone if I'm not online o kaya he'll text or YM me. Basta bottom line ay madalas kaming nagko-communicate sa isa't isa. 

One of the weird things about me is that I never ask for a picture. Even here in MTC, IF may ma-encounter man akong guy na type na type ko talaga (so far, wala pa naman) e I never ask for a picture. As in nothing. Iba syempre if they blatantly send it to you or yung makikita mo by accident...

So usap galore kami for like a week na talagang parang jowa levels na. I remember ito yung panahon na namatay si Pope John Paul II kasi minsan nauulit na yung pinapalabas pero magkausap pa rin kami. It was also about this time that I wondered bakit parang hindi siya "atat" makita ako. Parang mas ako pa yung may gusto na makita siya. Pero dahil I don't to lay out everything, parang chill lang ako na hindi interesado pero deep inside, I was. 

Dahil clueless si Lola Pinai, go pa rin ang usap at chika. Sa tagal namin magkausap sa phone, some people may assume na baka may SOP na kasama na yun pero waley ALTHOUGH we did talk about anything and everything and of course, sex was one of them. During this time, single ang peg ko so anyone I meet was far more interesting than my very troubled ex. It didn't also enter my mind na baka ibang lahi sya maski na 100% English usap namin. I thought baka half-half or something.

One night, sabi ko, "hey E (his real name starts with E), when are we gonna hang out, like real hang out?" He said, "I was waiting for you to say that." I replied, "I have been waiting for YOU to say that!" Then we both ended up laughing. Interestingly, we didn't talk about when we will see each other. 

The following day, he was the one who opened the topic. He said his best friend's girlfriend has already been admitted to the hospital and will give birth anytime that day or early the following morning. He said, "would you be able to be in that area later?" That area was Manila city area. I wasn't really familiar with that area but my curiosity won me over so I easily said, "sure, no problem." So we said, 8pm Starbucks entrance or if it's full then perhaps McDo. I was about to ask what he'll be reading. He read my mind. He sai, "I'll be wearing a basketball jersey, jeans, and boots." I immediately thought, "hip hop hurray" ang peg. I simply said, "okay." 

Reminder sa lahat ng nagbabasa nito at hindi inumpisahan, I have NO idea what or how he looks like. Height lang nya ang alam ko. 

Fast forward to around 5pm that day, aligaga na ako. I was supposed to be driven by someone (not THIS driver!) but there were some last minute changes so I said, "no hassle just drop me off to an LRT station (the oldest one) then I'll get a cab or jeepney when I get to the area." 

Di ako mahilig maglagay ng kolorete sa face. Those who know me know that I pretty much put eyeliner, dab compact powder a bit, then lipgloss. Konting suklay then pabango. So hinatid na ako sa nearest station then I got to UN station. Since hindi ko alam yung hospital, nagtanong na muna ako and they said walking distance yung place. I also confirmed if it's near Starbucks and McDo and he said yes. I messaged him that I am almost there. In about 5 minutes, I was in Starbucks and went straight to the bathroom for what other girls would commonly refer to as re-touch.  Then I ordered my drinks, read a book, and waited. 

I usually try to "blend in" before para di naman obvious na EB. So I usually have a book or get a magazine from the rack or something --- basta anything that would make me look as if I have a 'date'. I would typically also not sit near the door. Saktong area lang na makaka-glance ako sa papasok na tao without being too obvious. 

I messaged him that I was already there and running low on batt (another strategy then). No reply. 

And that's when I saw it este him. 

Ang laki nya. E 6'5 ba naman e. But not just that. He is black. So before some of you might think I am racist, I am not. I am or I was just plain scared. He didn't see me coz he went straight to order so what I did was slowly stand up then left the place...

So I left. 

In simple terms and for the first time ever, nang-one way ako. Halo-halo yung naramdaman ko nun. I felt betrayed pero wala din naman cyang sinabi na hindi totoo; maybe error by omission lang. But still, wala man lang pahaging. Di ako prepared. hahaha. I felt so mean that I can do this to him --- who was anything but mean to me. I thought he didn't deserve it at hindi naman ako pinalaki ng parents ko to be like that. To be honest, akala ko ala-Sean Chambers ang hitsure o kaya Donald Faison hahaha. Oh well. 

In fairness, malakas ang dating nya. As in. If I were in the States, wouldn't have been an issue pero yung may sayad kong utak e iba ang inisip that night. I didn't open my phone until I got home and his barrage of messages started coming in. He was disappointed and felt cheated; ultimately, I know he was hurt. One text even hinted that I might have gotten scared. 

I then presented a white lie to him. I told him I had an emergency thing and was so running low on battery I decided to switch off my phone. Basta ganun. To me, it sounded like a classic lie but you know what they say, the more often you say something (especially a lie), it eventually sounds like the truth already. I never admitted to him what really happened. Since gusto ko naman talaga cya kausap (at para hindi obvious na nakita ko nga sya) e tuloy pa rin kami nag-uusap at nagte-text. Parang wala lang. Then naisip ko that I really like him; he's growing on me. 

So finally, I told him. Let's meet but this time I asked him to name the place since it was my fault the previous meeting didn't push through. Like what I said, the lie pag paulit-ulit parang totoo na. So he said, I am quite busy with school but you can come here sa  apartment if you like. I said, sure. Kamusta naman ang layo. I live sa South tapos he lives near Monumento. Ang saya di ba? Pero sabi ko, sige na nga. What's the worst thing he can possibly do. I wanted to bring my guy best friend para lang may ka-sub mag-drive pero ayaw ni Foreigner. So akin na nga lang. I thought to myself: sige na nga para quits kami. 

So around 9:30 pm, I arrived at their area. Medyo katakot yung paloob ah kaya todo lock yung kotse. hahaha. Praning lang. And I told him "abangan" nya na ako coz I don't see myself asking anyone in that area. I didn't tell him na nung bata ako the "crimes" that I would read about e usually from Caloocan. Let's just stay those stories scared the s@%t out of me kaya naaalala ko pa rin. He described the gate of his apartment compound and I drove past it, made a U-turn, parked, and shut off the engine. 

Then lumabas yung damit nya este cya. Ang mean mo... I can see you laughing. Yes you, MTC reader :-) hahaha

Then syempre, I came up with my most gulat and I-have-not-seen-you-yet-ever!-face. Then I smiled. He extended his hand to formally introduce himself (which I liked by the way). May manners and he politely asked if I'd like to come in. I politely declined coz I told him I won't be staying that long since it was a long drive. He apologized profusely and I said, "it's okay." Then chikahan na kami like we would do on the phone. No pretentions. Nothing. No holds-barred. Masaya. Relaxed. Aliw. 

Pag naiisip ko yung usapan namin, wala akong negative na maalala. I thought to myself: he is really a genuinely nice guy. As in. After almost an hour of hanging out, I said goodbye and we then gave each other a hug. At another plus point, waley amoy. He again shook my tiny hands (compared to his, of course) and waved goodbye. His plus points for that night were for not getting in his apartment's compound until I am really 'far' and for making sure he kept me 'company' on my drive back home. 

Over the next week, we would continue messaging each other and call. At mas naging comfortable kami sa isa't isa --- parang kami na nga na hindi. Alam nyo na yun db? 

One Tuesday afternoon, he messaged me if I was free. Sabi ko, "yes." He asked me where I was. Sakto, I was in QC. He asked if gusto ko magkita sa SM North (or West, to some); sabi ko wag na. Not because I am ashamed to be with him pero ayoko lang may makakita na kakilala ko and I wouldn't know what to say. So sabi ko, punta na lang ako sa apartment nya. Sabi nya, okay I'll just prepare food. 

So yun, I went to his place. Gaya ng naisip ko, it seems like a compound with different apartments  inside. Mga apat. His was the last one and his landlady's was the first and I can feel na may nakasilip when we passed. Deadma lang since hindi naman nila ako kilala. 

Pag pasok namin sa apartment nya, first thing I noticed was malinis. For a guy, too clean. At least that's good but it was too bare sa baba. He said, most of his stuff ay nasa taas. He asked where I prefer to eat: sa room nya or sa baba. Sabi ko maski saan. He said, "if you're okay with it, I'd suggest taas coz the A/C is there and pretty much everything else cozy." So I said, okay. Besides, in spite of his size, he didn't look scary. Very remote from my initial impression of him. 

So we ate the food he had delivered. Ang dami. Then hang out pa rin ang peg namin. He had his computer on with his two monitors. I guess the other one had tuner or something since that's where he watched his cable. So yun lang naman. I told him if I can lie on his bed. Innocent question coz the food made me really sleepy and sabi nya okay naman. So I let him do his thing on his computer and ako chill lang until nakatulog ako...

Pag gising ko, he was still on his PC and I told him I'd leave in a bit since I will be hitching a ride sa friend ko since coding ako that day. That's when he completely stopped what he was doing and looked at me. He said come here so ako naman lumapit. Then he said sit. I looked around and was about to sit on the adjacent bean bag when I heard his voice, "on my lap." 

...Naisip ko: Tama ba ang narinig ko? "on his lap" Slowly, I tilted my head up to look at him kasi maski nakaupo cya e medyo slightly lower yung bed nya. He wasn't kidding. Didn't look like he was. In fact, he said those words matter-of-factly. Napalunok na talaga ako. 

I said, "hindi mo ako kaya." He said, "try me." I normally would have a quick retort on stuff like that but this guy seemed to be exhausting all my witty remarks. So I slowly and hesitantly stood up from his bed. Then as soon as he saw me na nakatayo, he adjusted his seat to accommodate me on his lap. I shifted awkwardly and he whispered, "just relax." And I did. For a good ten minutes, the mid-20's woman that I am seemed like a baby in this huge guy's presence. 

After what seemed like forever (pero mga 10 minutes nga lang), we stood up. At syempre, ang tangkad nya talaga. Wala pa yta ako sa dibdib nya. Or barely there. Tapos kinuha nya yung kamay ko and pinisil nang unti. I dunno what that meant but it felt reassuring and in spite of his huge hand (compared to mine), it felt oddly, gentle. Then he just held on to my hand. Tapos punta kme sa may bed. I was thinking, f#&k f#&kity f#&k...kaya ko ba itong pinapasok ko? 

Then we sat on his bed. Pinasandal nya ako sa kanya. Parang kama na rin sya coz in fairness borta-ness ang peg and more. Then he watched TV na ganun lang. So since wala naman akong prob na nakasandal sa kanya e di in-enjoy ko na rin. In fairness sa kanya, we just continued to be like that and he didn't make any other move. And I have this weird thing that I don't normally make the "first" move hahaha. 

Then suddenly I felt his breathe at the nape of my neck. Then he touched my face. And slowly, alam ko malapit na. I was thinking, "brace yourself..." Tapos I felt his hand on my cheek. Then his thumb was caressing my cheek hanggang slowly napalapit na yung thumb nya sa lips ko. I closed my eyes and braced myself. 

At naramdaman ko ang lips nya on mine. There was a certain sense of urgency but not forceful. More like excited, I think. Patuloy nya akong hinalikan at slowly e nag-respond na rin ako. That was a new experience for me. I dated a foreigner nung nasa Tate kme pero first time ko na itim. Aside from his physical looks, wala din naman talagang iba. OA lang din ako thinking na meron. So, we kissed and kissed and kissed. 

Hanggang sa napahiga na ako nang tuluyan. Medyo hirap cya to position himself on top of me while we were kissing so parang awkward ang hitsura nya but he never complained (aba dapat lang!) hahaha. Then he slowly unbuttoned my blouse. Before I can protest (pakipot protest nang unti ), nabuksan na nya ito. Exposed na yung bra ko and I thought to myself buti na lang I wore a really sexy-looking one that day. hahaha. His right hand then went to my right breast; his thumb gently scraping the tip of nipple. Para akong na-kuryente. And I shuddered involuntarily. Suddenly his mouth was on my nipple. Sucking...nibbling...teasing...He made sure that my left nipple had the same experience and agad-agad dun nya tinungo ang kanyang atensyon. While it happened, his thumb continue to make sure that my nipples were 'taken care of'. 

I was never the receiver type only so I made sure that I change position in this case. I looked at him and he knew what I wanted so he shifted his weight and position so that he was now lying on his back. I then slowly removed his trousers. Finally, I heard his voice again. "are you sure?" 

I just looked at him and smiled but quietly I was thinking ("what the hell have I gotten myself into..."). But nandun na ako so binaba ko na rin yung boxers nya. 

And inwardly, I quietly gasped. It was clearly just at its semi-hard state yet pero ang laki na nya: ang taba, ang haba, at ang itim. Thankfully, no amoy. At ang kulay naman ay pantay with the rest of his body. Not so much hair too. Or baka di ko lang nahalata...  

Anyway, I started doing what I like. Pumosisyon ako sa ibabaw nya and tried to took control. I kissed him --- this time with more gusto. He seemed to like it that I was taking control. Then slowly, I made small kisses pababa ng face nya. Lingered a bit sa leeg nya. He smelled really good. Then made small kisses sa dibdib nya which he more than willing to accommodate me kasi he took off his shirt. Loved kissing his chest area too. Yum...

Anyway, I started doing what I like. Pumosisyon ako sa ibabaw nya and tried to took control. I kissed him --- this time with more gusto. He seemed to like it that I was taking control. Then slowly, I made small kisses pababa ng face nya. Lingered a bit sa leeg nya. He smelled really good. Then made small kisses sa dibdib nya which he more than willing to accommodate me kasi he took off his shirt. Loved kissing his chest area too. Yum...

So I continued to make small kisses. He is athletic and plays basketball so he has muscles at all the right places. Muscular but not borta, which I like. Hinalikan ko pa rin cya sa chest nya which I thought he liked coz his eyes were closed and he seemed to be very relaxed. Sarap nyang halikan; his smell was very manly and musky.

Then I heard him moan. But I am not done yet. My hand moved towards his getting-hard manhood . Slowly, hinimas-himas ko ito. Grabe. Ang laki nya at semi-hard pa ito ah. Some of you prolly heard of the saying, "once you go black, there's no turning back"; it might be true for some but for me nope. I'll tell you later. So nararamdaman ko ang patuloy na pagtigas nya sa aking paghimas. He then looked at me and asked me to move nearer sa kanya. And I did. Pag lapit ko, he 'tried' to reciprocate by touching me. His pathetic attempt was noted but it was forgettable and probably the worst finger-playing I ever had. Anyway, I then moved toward his already hard member and kissed its head. Susme, ang laki talaga. Pero I am not one who would back out on things hence I proceeded and try to suck it. Slowly. I took my time coz I think mabubulunan ako. I seemed to be doing a great job after a few minutes coz I felt him look at me with fascination. I gave him a puzzled look and he said, "you're good..." And I gave him a smile that meant him "hindi naman masyado..." pero deep inside I was thinking f#&k, I'm gonna die with your tool! hahaha.


Thankfully after a few more minutes of me sucking, licking, and nibbling on his tool, he seemed ready.


He held my hand and guided me to lay on my back. Not too long after, I sensed his entire huge and intimidating presence over me. Napapikit ako. I am thinking if I would still be able to walk after this. At dahil nga wala yata cyang concept on "preparing the girl" e before I knew it, he was inside me. Honestly, napasigaw ako. Ang sakit. Para akong virgin ulit. In fact, it was even worse than that. Ang sakit.  I thought the pain would end there but then I felt him moving. It had to be the most awkward position ever; not to mention the most painful for me. Thankfully and after what seemed forever, it was over. I don't really care anymore that I didn't come.


After that night, he made me stay overnight (which I did) only because medyo hirap akong maglakad at mag-drive hahaha. He did try to make up with kisses and hugs but in my own experience, that black dude just had a big tool but does not even know how to use it...


Finally, the end :|

★ Piper ★

E-boy

Long before the time of Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram, there were Friendster and MySpace. During those times however, I was more enamored by MySpace, partly because the chance of meeting men from overseas seemed more appealing to me. I wanted to be more confident in speaking and I feel like we have something more in common having lived in the US before.

Information privacy wasn’t too much of a big deal then. People my age (during that time, I was in my early 20’s) were doing the crossover from Friendster to MySpace. It was here I met “E-boy”. (not the E-boy who joined Biggest Loser Philippine edition).

E-boy’s profile picture was already someone you’d easily take a liking to. He sports a “skinhead” style and has this seemingly bad boy “masungit” look that makes knowing him a challenge to me. But I clicked on the button to send him a message and strike a conversation. Thankfully, he replied. I later found out that E-boy is studying in Benilde and 2 years younger than me. He seems very nice and approachable not like some asses I met before from the school near CSB . Excuse me lang po for alumni of that school but most of the a-holes I met came from that university.

He’s about to finish school that year. He got delayed in school; I think mainly by his grades brought about by too much partying. During this time and if you’re a raver, you’d know that Big Fish parties and other foreign DJ parties were quite popular too. It was only this time that he shared with me some information about himself. He was into “E” (hence the name E-boy), which according to him makes him enjoy the “raves” too. Like what I said in a previous post, I have never been the type who’d been termed a “bad girl”, at least not in my book. Since E-boy was a pretty interesting fellow apart from his drug use, I still communicated with him. He’d call me on my mobile every so often and has asked that we meet. During this time however, I was busy with my Masters and another guy I was not exclusively dating. Buti na lang, E-boy was cool about it. One time, he called me and said he was in a gasoline station very near where I live and he was hoping if I could meet him. At the back of my mind, I was like thinking, “mautak…” He was messaging me earlier and the then gullible me was like responding not thinking that he’ll probably drive over to where I am. (He has always been lazy in driving to far places so I never thought he’d really drive that distance.)

Going back, I had no choice and replied to him, “would you like me to go there?” to which he responded, “of course.”

So syempre, medyo ume-effort ang Pinai. Naligo din hahaha. You guys know this. Sometimes when you know you aren’t going anywhere, you don’t really shower until the time you go back to bed and sleep.  Okay fine, sige na nga, ako lang. hahaha. I was looking at my closet and chose something that would look casual (for me to be wearing at home) but cute enough for me to be seen in outside. For the women, alam nyo na ito At syempre, pabango ever. I was never been the make-up type of girl so I just stuck with my eyeliner and gloss touch up. Then I drove to the gasoline station. I asked him his car model or plate number. I then gave him my car deets. The gasoline place was a big one and it was a pretty common place for people meeting. As soon as I maneuvered the car towards the nearest parking slot, I already saw his heavily tinted car. It was clearly modified and I remember thinking how many girls he might have given a “ride”  I parked maybe a good four or five cars away then did a last minute check on my supposedly doesn’t-really-care-pero-dapat-may-dating look. Satisfied, I then opened the door and was about to approach his car when I saw him --- walking towards me.

2004 I think was my lucky year because I met good-looking guys that year, E-boy included. Pogi. Not as tall as I would have liked but not too short either. Fair-skinned; clearly his picture was probably taken after swimming or something because he isn’t dark --- at all. His walk was purposeful, deliberate, confident but not cocky. Then he hugged me. Ang bango! I thought to myself, pabango pa lang champion na! After the hug, I did a stupid, anti-climactic move: I shook hands with him. Lame ano? Oh heck, that’s me 10 years ago. Lame lame lame. Hahaha.

We then went to the gasoline station’s own coffee shop and talked and talked. May sense cyang kausap at funny din. I also saw several girls giving him appreciative looks but he seems oblivious to it. In fairness, hindi cya ass in that sense. (I know of some guys who wouldn’t even hide throwing back appreciative looks to other women.) After a couple of hours, we both decided to say our respective goodbyes. He showed me back to my car and asked if we can meet again. I said, “yes, of course” but in my mind I was thinking that maybe he was just being polite about it. I didn’t think he liked me (physically, that is) at the very least.

After that night, E-boy and still continued to send messages but I already thought that any means of us “hooking up” would be far from happening. Until one Saturday night.

Maybe he was bored again or so.

He came from the airport. He dropped off his mom somewhere and since we live just about 25 minutes from the airport, he decided to give me a call. So we met in a coffee shop near my place, those hole-in-the-wall type of establishments. He seemed scruffy-looking that night which gave him a more mature look. Mature, sexy look  I was thinking, “naku ha, sana maski kiss or bj meron that night…” hahaha. BJ talaga ang nasa isip ko nun so I won’t sugar-coat it LOL.

So off we were to the customary chit-chat and catch up. He has been busy with his final papers and will soon finally graduate. I asked him his plans and unsurprisingly, he said he doesn’t know yet. I forgot who started it but we soon talked about sex. (Prior to this however, we have already talked about it but always through SMS or MySpace). He asked when was my last time. Of course, I didn’t tell him the truth. In my mind, no one should. 

He said, “I have installed a new set of sound system, do you wanna see it?” I then knew it. Alam na. J

Yes, he did have a new sound system involved but we also did end up doing something more in the car…not the “S” word yet.

He then sat on the driver’s seat and asked me to seat on the other side, passenger side. We then kissed --- and kissed. His kisses were not so good --- he didn’t know how to kiss but his smell somehow overpowered his lack of skill in that essence. He was also letting his hands and fingers linger to other places. I can feel his left thumb work its way on my nipple. I sighed involuntarily. I can feel my nipple getting hard. His right thumb did the same on my other nipple. I thought to myself, “oh s@%t…” He was really turning me on and I can feel myself kind of like squirming on my seat. Soon enough, I can feel myself getting wet.

At that moment, he slid up my shirt and exposed my left breast…

At this point, my left breast was already left exposed. I would have been self-conscious but the idea that we were doing it in a public place (the thought that anyone can see excited me and still does ) His thumb continued caressing my nipple and I know I am going to lose it...

I stopped kissing him and urged him to move his head down to suck on my tits. And he did. And oh he sucked really well. One of the things I like a guy doing to me is sucking my tits but I don't like it too rough nor too soft. E-boy did it sakto lang. Ang sarap. And not too malaway too. hahaha. Guys and girls, you know what I mean. 

So this heavy sucking continued while I let my fingers go down to his crotch area. Matigas na. Not uber tigas yet but I can tell it IS excited  So I continued to rub on it and felt it swell a little more. He briefly stopped sucking on my left breast only for him to go to the other breast. He sucked on it too with the same gusto as he did the other. I was thinking, "f#&k baka tit-sucking pa lang e mapa-cum na ako nito." Then I felt his other hand linger somewhere else...

I felt it slide down...

Down to my pussy.

He said, "it's hot." At this point, I was already breathing heavily and was very much aware that I was wet. But I was thinking not here. Not now. 

Then with all the remaining energy left, I told him let's stop. He didn't. Then I said in a louder voice and with more conviction, "I have to go..." Regrettably and slowly, E-boy stopped and moved away from me. 

Now if that woman was me late 20's then I would f*cked his brains out that night.LOL. 

So we stopped and I then eventually said goodbye to him. I saw him trying to walk and cover his still semi-hard tool. In my mind, I was hoping I gave him enough to still be interested for another tryst...

Since the bitin moment at the parking lot, medyo natagalan yung next na kita namin ni E-boy. We were both busy then, him finally graduating and working in Sales and then with my small business (I no longer have that biz now by the way). 

Sometimes pag may international dj's like Tiesto, Paul Van Dyk, or other Big Fish events, he'd message or call me asking if I was there. Thankfully (or not), nagkakataon salisi kami sa mga events. Sometimes he'd call at some random hour and we'd talk extensively about his work, working out, my work, etc. E-boy wasn't into phone sex so most of our talks were like 'wholesome.' In fact, no one made mention of that "night". In my mind, shucks baka hindi sya nasarapan or something. Syempre, ayoko nun. I was never selfish in pleasing my partners or pseudo-partners 

One Saturday night, I got a call from E-boy asking where I was. I think I was with my Mom and attended an affair somewhere in Makati. He told me he's in World Trade, again another rave party. I said, "okay ingat ka..." He then said "of course" but his voice already sounded wasted. In my mind, I'm sure nag-E na naman ito. My Mom and I got home 11:30 in the evening. I remember that coz a minute or so after I changed to my PJ's e tumawag si E-boy. He again asked, "san ka?" I said, "home na". He then said, "can I ask a favor?" Thinking it was just a favor to be done in the future, I automatically said, "oo ba." He then said, "punta ka dito." Surprised, I responded, "huh?" He then repeated, "puntahan mo ko dito please. pasundo." E-boy has a car but I thought he probably didn't bring it coz he might not be able to drive or something. I said, "okay, 15minutes." I immediately dressed again and got my keys. 

As soon as I was near WTC, I called E-boy. He then said, "okay abangan na kita." Malayo pa lang ako, kita ko na. Medyo may spark from afar kasi nga mas pogi cya in my eyes coz seemed more buffed-looking that night plus bagong pa-skinhead and he was wearing shades. It was already almost midnight then. I thought, "sabog na nga talaga ito." He waved at me then went to my side. I then positioned to get off thinking he may want to drive (although his condition clearly wasn't fit for it) when he said, "why did you bring your car?" I then looked at him and said, "you said pasundo di ba?" so I assumed I'd pick you up. Sabi nya, "sorry...what I meant was for you to come here coz I cannot find my car..." Sabi ko, huh? Sabi nya, "I kept on clicking on the alarm thing but I cannot find it and I forgot where I parked..." So I said, "okay I will just park and help you find it" although I know that will be a problem coz of his current state. He then said, "ibalik na lang natin car mo then we get a cab back here..." I quickly thought and I said okay but he'd act "normal" in case someone was still awake sa bahay. Thankfully, wala naman na. So I just left my car and we just got a cab back to WTC. We finally found his car which was not so far to where he said he was 'looking' earlier. The whole time this was happening, E-boy was always touching me or somewhat hugging me. It felt awkward coz he wasn't the type to be like that in public based on what I know of him and figured it was the drug. 

As soon as we are back on the road, I asked him, where to. And then he said, "ikaw bahala...bring me where you want to bring me." I then looked at him and said, "uh sa bahay nyo..." Then he said almost inaudibly, "kung saan mo gusto." Syempre, pa-V effect pa ko sa I was like, "saan ba kasi sa inyo" although I know naman where he lives. So I just drove and drove diretso lang yung Buendia until we reached the last stoplight where you choose to go ilalim to turn right southbound EDSA or take flyover northbound. I asked him again, "uy saan na..." I forgot to mention that the whole time I was driving e he was like always touching me or reaching out to me; parang gusto nya touchy feely ganun. (After that night, I read somewhere that those who took E are like that pala). So nag-flyover na ako then right sa Kalayaan na pa-straight to C-5. Alam na which area, right?  

So that being a Saturday night oopsss Sunday early morning na pala, we expected na madaming tao. Surprisingly, wala naman masyado and we were able to go to VC without any problems. As soon as I parked, ang kind of sabog kong pogi na E-boy then grabbed me and kissed me. I was taken aback by what he suddenly did. I peered at his eyes from behind his shades (yes, suot nya the whole time LOL) and his eyes were slightly 'less alert'. Basta gets nyo na yun. 

So we went to the room na. Although we were already here, I was still not sure if something will indeed happen kasi nga he looked so wasted. Nonetheless, I prepared to take a shower while he already undressed. As I was rinsing myself, I felt E-boy behind me. I thought to myself, "s@%t muscle muscle sarap...lol" He then started to kiss my nape and made small kisses on my shoulder blades. s@%t, sarap. Then he kissed me on the lips and suddenly parang may continuation yung last time namin. He kissed sweeter this time. Parang walang libog, parang may love. I think the spa suki here in MTC calls it GFE pero sa akin parang BFE naman hahaha. This kissing, sucking, and licking while trying to rinse myself off continued for a good ten minutes or so. I then positioned myself and kneeled in front of him then prayed. Joke. 

E-boy's cock wasn't big BIG but it wasn't battery  just right for his physique and height. Tumayo ako then kissed him. I then worked my way down spending some time sa may chest area nya. I can see him getting hard pero not fully hard pa. I even thought na baka hindi tumigas nang todo coz of how he is. I made small kisses on his tummy and teasingly let out of my tongue too. Not too long after, I was already looking at his somewhat erect Pinoy bratwurst. lol. I kissed the tip of his cock making soft, small kisses knowing that area is quite sensitive. I then slowly put my tongue in and out of that hole at the tip. In and out and then I heard him groan. I then proceeded to give him head until he said we go back to the bedroom.

Di pa rin ako sure if he can 'perform' so I made sure to be "ready" in case but to my surprise, he pushed me back so that I'd be lying on my back and he then went down on me. He kissed my inner thighs as if he was kissing my lips and his tongue playfully teasing my clit as he would do to my tongue. Ang sarap. I can hear my moans and want him inside me na but he won't stop. Then I begged him to position so that I can also have him in my mouth. Ayoko ng one way lang. He obliged. It's like palitan kami ng ungol. Para akong gutom na gutom that night. Finally, he moved and positioned himself missionary style. I was more than ready for him --- he then thrusted himself to me. s@%t, sakto lang yung tama sa g-spot ko. Ang sarap. We changed positions a few more times until finally we both came. Grabe, I felt spent and I think we both fell asleep. 

Nagising na lang ulit ako with E-boy seemingly insatiable. I think we had four or five rounds before we checked out at 11. Thankfully, he was okay na to drive. We went to have breakfast and although sweet pa rin cya not like the previous night pero I was thinking okay lang coz I got f*cked real good anyway . He dropped me off sa bahay just in time for lunch. 

No one asked me where I was or who brought me home. 

E-boy and I still communicated after that. We saw each other a couple more times in "parties" and would have coffee at least once a month especially when his work was nearer mine. When I had a boyfriend though, I voluntarily ended any contact with any guy from my past. The nice thing about E-boy was he respected that and would only say "hi" or "hello" via YM. Or just greet me on special days. Where is E-boy now? He's still in QC, single, and very much into "clean and healthy living" now. But he still kisses great... ooooppppppsss  

★ Piper ★

the Drayber

Have you ever sat and reflected on some things you've done or decisions you've made which you wish you hadn't? I am not saying this is one of those things but I think perhaps it'd be something I would have done differently. 

Growing up, I was not really a goody-goody girl but I am no black sheep. I have always been proper enough when my parents need me to act 'appropriately' (whatever that means). Thankfully (and in spite of toxic environment from people I have met or been with) I was not into any vice. So this experience might be a surprise. 

Sometime five years ago, my siblings and I had someone to drive us around. Actually, it was more for my younger siblings but there were instances that my parents insisted that I have one too since I was usually sleepy after I was done with my corporate work then. That's where Jon will come in. The first time I saw Jon, my thought was like, "F*ck not a good-looking guy please!" From afar, he already looked good in my eyes. Closer, he was better looking. I thought to myself, "good luck." 

He immediately started the following day. I was never used to stuff like this so I went on to immediately sit in front. For me, he wasn't an employee. He was a person. So being the talker that I am, I made small talk. He was engaging and funny. A bit shy and hesitant in the beginning but the more we talked, the more relaxed we were. This went on over the next few weeks. (Keep in mind that during this time, I was still in a relationship. My ex knew about the driver coz he knew my parents were the ones who concerned about it.) To be honest, I kind of enjoyed it since I can rest in the car on the way home or I can meet with friends after work. 

Jon and I became close. I never treated him as a "driver" so if I buy food for take out for myself, I buy him the same stuff or ask him what he wants. He'd always say though, "wag na po," "I'm okay," "busog pa po", and the like. But soon he became more specific and would say what he wants but it'd be typically the cheapest on the menu. Like what I said, he's easy on the eyes so seeing him practically everyday makes my day. 

We reached a point where we already talked about our respective relationships. That time, mine was at a point where it was just "steady": everything has been a routine between my then bf and I. Sadly, the sexy time wasn't as often as I wanted partly because we planned not to have kids yet. Jon too had a girlfriend then. Interestingly enough, he candidly said that I remind him of his girlfriend. He didn't know that I took note of that bit of information . It was a slip that I will not forget.

One Friday night, my friends and I decided to meet for dinner and perhaps "2 bottles" for them since I rarely drink. So as soon as Jon picked me up, we went straight to Greenbelt where I will meet my friends. Thankfully, he looked presentable than usual that night. I told my friends I had a "driver" and they just told me I can easily just ask him to eat nearby. I told him he's not so far from our age and he's 'cool' so he can join us, I think. My friends said okay. So we parked and then went to the place. One of my friends immediately took a liking to Jon as soon as she saw him. She then said if I was messing around with him. I said no and then I remember my friend muttering, "why not...he's yummy-looking." I have to admit when she said that I felt somewhat annoyed. 

...That night, I decided that I'll drink since someone will drive anyway. As I was enjoying the night away with my friends and yes, even with Jon, my then boyfriend sent me a text message. From the looks of it, it seems he's in the mood to pick a fight with me. And I was too. I already forgot what it was about but I think the petty quarrel became bigger until I stopped replying to his messages completely. 

I started drinking and drinking more that even my friends were asking me if I was okay. I nodded then forced a smile. The whole time this was going on (me and my ex fighting), my friends were already "grilling" Jon. And my friends really do know how to grill someone. My friend directly asked him if he is married or in a relationship. He answered the latter. She followed-up by asking if he ever cheated. He said, "not yet." That response made my friend's eyebrows shot up. She then prodded him, "not yet?" and added, "so may plans ka?" Interestingly, Jon did not say no. Hmmm...

The night went on in a blur. And I soon found myself saying goodbye to my friends. Pero, ayaw ko pang umuwi. Mind you, wala pa akong "maitim" na balak. Ayoko lang muna umuwi. Defensive na ba ako? hahaha. Going back sa story, I told Jon that gusto ko pa uminom to which he was surprised. Since I seldom really drink, I think he already had a feeling that I was already feeling a bit buzzed. Nonetheless, he followed my order. We parked at Shell in BGC, the one near the Jollibee and Starbucks. I just asked him to buy some more booze. As soon as he got back, I drank a bottle maybe in two or three gulps. Then sumandal ako which, is not a good idea. I started getting dizzier than the usual. Medyo bits and bits of info yung napag-uusapan namin ni Jon but I know that umabot na cya sa relationships etc. 

He asked me if may problem daw ba ako since I don't usually drink. Sabi ko wala. I then told him that I just miss being intimate. As soon as I blurted it out, I regretted it. Pero nasabi ko na e. (My then bf and I both agreed to medyo bawasan ang "moments". Since this ex and I broke up, itinaga ko sa bato that this rule WILL NEVER happen again hahaha). 

Suddenly, Jon seemed more handsome in my eyes. I stared at him and realized na light brown pala mata nya at mahaba ang pilik mata. Then I placed my hand over his. Tumahimik cya bigla. I wondered, parang hindi cya gulat. Parang he knew this would happen or maybe he expected it too or even better, maybe he hoped it too? At that moment, I was flattered kasi nga pogi naman so keri na. I lifted my right hand at hinawakan ang mukha nya. My thumb grazed lower lip. Ang pula. Napapikit yata ako nito. 

As if napaso ako, I immediately removed my hand from his face pero kinuha nya ito --- hinawakan ang kamay ko, HH style then pinisil. In fairness, lambot ng kamay ni Jon ah. Alta ang kamay  Yung isa ko kasing dinate dati e ang lakas maka-S ng kamay --- lakas maka-sandpaper hahaha. Holding hands lang kami ni Jon. He was quiet and so was I. I was wondering how it would feel to kiss him. 

I didn't let my wonder linger...

I then looked at Jon and slowly inched my way closer to him. No longer hesitating, I kissed him. Softly. Enjoying bit and bit his soft lips. Thankfully, he wasn't anaconda-like when he kissed; in fact, it felt like a boyfie kiss. Gets nyo yun? Sweet. Soft. Caring. Lakas maka-virgin. 

I think we kissed for a good five minutes or so. Ang sarap. Soon after that, we went home na and yes, he held on to my hand if he wasn't busy driving.

That night was the beginning of something I wished hadn't happened but hey, all of us learn from our mistakes, right? 

I have another story about Jon next time...

★ Piper ★

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 ★