The following story contains scenes both true and fictional. Names and places of the events have been altered to protect those individuals connected.
“Where do I stand sa buhay mo?” I muttered. Though under my breath but loud enough for her to hear. My chopsticks rattled as I tried to pick up my food and stuff it down my throat and choke on it for asking such a pathetic question.
“Di ko pa sure e. Ayokong mawala ka, mahalaga ka sa’kin and I would never want you to leave me. It’s just… di pa ako sigurado sa nararamdaman ko.”
I nodded and considered such an answer to be fair enough for the time being. I looked at my watch and decided to end the day with a movie. “Les Miserables” ought to be fitting. I held her hand through the length of the movie.
The next day we begun from scratch for a project we’re about to pass on the weekend. We spent the day at my home and finished whatever the hell we can and I brought her home.
***
“Wear something… hmmm… feminine.” I told her, with a gentle grin on my face.
“Sige sige. I’ll try to find one, I think meron ako kaso di ako sure,” she replied, with that, she said goodbye as she hailed a jeep towards her destination. I’m only allowed to escort her hanggang sa sakayan. I left the place with a smile as I waited for another jeepney to ride going the opposite direction.
The night passed and we still spoke to each other thru texts. We had a project deadline whose deadline’s a few days from now. She has been coming to my place so we can finish it together. I’ve been the most respectable gentleman on the face of the earth to the most innocent woman I’ve met. I never expected that things would come to where we are now. To this day that I’m writing this a part of me still believes it as a fantasy of mine, so powerful that the sensations remain where I touched her.
Morning came and I picked her up at our meeting place. My heart stopped at the most fleeting moment I saw her. She pulled her hair back, with a headband which lets loose a bit of her bangs. Her eyes shining ever so brightly than before. The dress she wore was red and extended all the way just a few centimeters above her knee, exposing her fair skin for the first time with me. Her curves were outlined by the shape of her dress. And her full chest was brought forth by the missing buttons around her neck(to which she excused herself for forgetting to put on a sando in the first place).
I was too baffled to utter a word.
The afternoon passed and we made considerable progress on our project. We decided to let the rest of the afternoon pass with a movie as we’re both avid moviegoers as well.
We watched something 3D, and I sat there like an idiot trying to evade the projectiles coming right at my face. As the movie begun, she grabbed my hand, crossed it over her side of the seat and embraced my entire arm as she leaned on my shoulders.
“Ang lambing mo ngayon ah, ano nakain mo?” I jokingly whispered.
“It’s all for you master…” she muttered. I think. Under her breath. I was confused. Maybe it’s a line from the movie I didn’t hear quite well. I let it pass.
The cinema was cold and she was snuggling even closer to me. Hugging my arm tighter. I could feel her warm chest pressing against my arm… her breaths on my shoulder. My arm was trapped so all I could do was lay it on her exposed knees. The movie kept going, I stretched my hand a little to lessen the fatigue. Unknowingly, I was brushing it on her thighs. She didn’t flinch or react so I thought she barely even noticed it.
After the movie and a meal I brought her once again to the terminal. Bid my goodnights and goodbyes and went home myself.
This is where it begins…
“Ingat ka pag-uwi! Wag papakidnap, akin ka lang 
” I texted her the moment I went home.
“Hahahaha opo opo. Nasa bahay na ko.”
*skipping over the small talk parts. ‘Cause I’m sure as shit that’s not what you came here for*
“I can still feel your warmth. I can still smell your scent on me, it’s just like you’re nearby. Eto problema e, pag nawawala ka hinahanap-hanap ko,” she texted me.
“Hahaha kanina ka pa ah. Anong problema mo?”
“Ahhhh… di ko alam, I can still feel the warmth of your hand… there.”
I was too perplexed that she could be as sensitive as that. I was nowhere near “that” to make her excited. Or so I think? It was dark. Hard to know(to all the ladies out there, please, do me a favor and answer this question for me, even if it’s just in the comments. Just how close must your partners hand be on that particular area for you to get turned on?)
“I think I’m starting to get the hint. Hahahaha” I jokingly replied. Though still unsure of what I was reading.
“Then why is it wet? WTH” she said. I tried to answer as calmly as I can. Any guy would have difficulty controlling themselves in these kinds of situations.
“That means you’re turned on” I replied.
“Then I guess your presence turns me on… HNGGG”
The conversations went deeper and deeper into that topic. I can’t quite remember all the messages but I tried to be as calm as I could. Eventually I taught her how to release all that bodily heat so we can move on. Using up all I’ve known, read and interviewed(?). As a former avid writer and reader of erotica, I think I know a bit much about that topic, maybe a little more than I should.
Eventually, such excitement filed-night ended with a bit of both happiness and disappointment that I was unable to make her come through SOT. Two days pass and we have little discussion over that matter. Sunday came and we went to see a movie one more time together.
Nearing its end, I think my hand wandered a bit too far into her private zone. I felt something sweaty through the thin fabric of her cloth. Her groin’s heating up. Her hands starts squeezing the life out of my own. I don’t feel her exactly stopping me but she starts breathing heavily… and then…
~sage~
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