(a little back story: My dad is a male nurse in Texas, who comes home every December. My mom works full time in our small canteen with a videoke in the Bus Terminal in Lucena City, which is about 30 minutes drive from our place. It caters to passengers and Bus employees, drivers, conductors and others. She has a few helpers there, who at times also help in our house. Sometimes I also help my mom there during the weekends to serve to customers. I have an older sister who’s now in college. But at the time of this story, is also in high school(4th yr). She resembles Angel Locsin although she’s tan. I on the other hand, as one of my admirers say, look like claire danes/rica peralejo, younger version. When I was 13, my chest isn’t big. But my ass stands out cause it’s perfectly rounded says my friends. My sister is sexier I guess, but my face is my advantage. I have a younger brother who is in 4th grade now..)
I probably just slept for a few hours that night. I didn’t feel like going to school. I replied Mark’s message by saying I have a fever. I also told my mom I was sick and I’d rather stay in my room. After breakfast I went straight back to bed, planning to take some nap. Another message from Mark came saying he enjoyed what we “did” yesterday and asked if I did too. I didn’t reply. He also said he’d finish his class soon and he’d message me after his class. I replied ok. And then he asked me “Are you lying in bed now?”
“Yup” was my innocent answer.
“What are you wearing?”he asked
“Shirt and shorts.” I replied reluctantly.
“nice. Tell me in details, I wanna picture how you look in my head now”
“why?”
“because I miss seeing your lovely face and wondering how you look like in shorts.”
“Thanks”
“Wait, I’ll go to the comfort room and give you a call ok? I want to hear your voice.”
A few seconds later…”Hello…”
“So, cmon, tell me kace, what exactly are you wearing?”
I whispered to the phone “Shirt, sleeveless, white….
“You’ve got a lovely voice Kace, please speak louder,.. bra?”
“…yap…uhm no, actually, I don’t wear bra in bed…”
“yah, I like those small tight tits of yours babe.. freshly blooming…tell me more..”
“…shorts…pink..with lace.. “
“panty?”
“yah.. white..”
“yesterday I felt the sides of your puss..got no hair yet?”
“yah…I’m only 13 poh…kuya”
“babe, I know,…I want to touch your puss again…”
I didn’t answer…for hearing those words made me shiver..heat once again filled my body…
“kace, will you touch it for me.?”
“yes poh.. I already am touching it..”
“are you a horny..I’m holding my dick too.”
Again I didn’t say anything, but I think my heavy breathing gave me away…
“kace…wet your fingers in your mouth and then slide it between your pusy very very slowly”
“mark…ok po..”
I just did what he says. I was already wet, then but his voice and my fingers sent electric bolts through my skin. And then after a few minutes, I gave out a loud…
”hmppp..oh god…”
More juice flowed from my hole…it didn’t stop flowing for minutes I guess..Basta matagal bago humupa..
On the other side I can hear his moans too.
“I wanna fuck you hard kace..I want to fuck you till you cry..”
“Mark..”
“Do you want more kace?”
I don’t know how to answer him..
“Do you want to get fucked today?”
“Mark…”
“Answer me babe”
“I’m too young ..” I said .
“Yes or no kace let me know”
I want to scream yes on the phone. But I can’t get it off my mouth..tears started to roll from my eyes..
“I can’t have sex Mark, I’m too young..”
“Fuck , kace…stop being childish..”
“I’m sorry….” I paused..”.and I don’t even know you.”
He seemed to have noticed that I was a bit crying when he finally said…
“Ok, I’ll meet you later at lunch time…No sex if you don’t want to..”
“thanks”
“But we’ll do something else..”
“what is it?”
“Just say yes babe..”
“ok…” is all that I could say…I hope he’s not upset.
My mind was racing. What are we going to do later? Maybe, we’ll just repeat what we did yesterday? Maybe more? Nonetheless, I’d leave it up to him. And I’m very excited.
I immediately called mom, (who was in our small canteen in the Grand Central terminal)
And told her I feel better, and would go to school after lunch.
That would be the first time, that I’d cut class and I was just in first year high school.