Vol. 2 Issue no. 6 / May 20, 2005
written & created by Lexan B. Orantes for StoryTellersManila
28 Golden Grove St. Cor Park St. Bartville Subd. Dela Paz, Pasig City 1600 Phil.
p: +63(2)4574973 e: thirddayofjune@hotmail.com
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Vol. 2 Issue no. 6 / May 20, 2005 written & created by Lexan B. Orantes for StoryTellersManila 28 Golden Grove St. Cor Park St. Bartville Subd. Dela Paz, Pasig City 1600 Phil. p: +63(2)4574973 e: thirddayofjune@hotmail.com |
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1ne. tw2. thr3e. 4our. 6ix. 7even.
5ive. Standing
face to face, he held my hand to my back with both his hand, looked at me
intently… I didn’t like it… but then he started to lean his face
closer, then closer, our lips met… barely touching at first… my eyes
close, his lips moist… our lips just touching… he move aback when I
tried to kiss back… I tired again, and again he move back… he wanted
to take it slow… we have the whole house for ourselves… the whole
night… I opened my eyes… he watched me intently… I could smell his
breath… mint-ty… He tilt his head, lowered his mouth to my neck… his
tongue trailing… My head thrown back to give him more room… his tongue
trailing up… behind my ears… my ears… swirling, twirling… my knees
weak… my body bending backward… so much pleasure… my hand still
tacked behind by both his hand… we loosed balance… we land on the
bed… he moved about to be atop me… spread my hand wide… holding both
in place… he looked at me… I could feel him… strong and hard… he
looked at me straight in the eyes… he lowered his mouth to my mouth…
sucked my lower lip… let go… run his tongue through it… then kiss me
whole… with passion… so much passion… My tongue and his tongue
playing, caressing each other… He
let go off my hand… took his shirt off hurriedly… I opened his fly…
He pulled my shirt off… Kissed me again… deeper… as if he couldn’t
get enough… his mouth trailed down my chin… then lower… to my
neck… down my right nipple… the tip of his tongue, barely touching,
twirled around it… then took it to his mouth… sucked it… my body
tensing… his other hand on my left nipple, pinching it… Then bite
it… I was in the verge of going insane… but he didn’t let me… he
draw my nipple out his mouth… his kisses trailing down… to my
stomach… swirled his tongue in my belly button… sucked it… opened my
trousers… pulled it off my legs… he looked at me, intently… the
whole of my body… as he pulls his short off him too… he then lowered
himself to me again… feel me against the fabric of my underwear…
kissed my belly button again… Then, have my other leg up his shoulder…
then started kissing and licking the skin fold from the legs… I was I
opened my eyes with the morning glare… God, was he really good… No,
wonder Jericho wouldn’t want to completely loose him yet… I bet he too
was still dreaming of their interludes…
The next morning, I found Francis waiting by his car outside our
gate. He looked tired. I wouldn’t be surprise if he hadn’t sleep yet…
Poor thing, I thought… But then, I was humiliated by his friends, and
that I commuted from Malate to Pasig… I didn’t ask him to come… I
don’t want to see him.
“What are you doing here?” I asked as soon as I got out of the
gate.
“Paul told me what happen,” he said.
“That doesn’t answer my question,” I said, “what are you
doing here?”
“I’m sorry…”
“Apology accepted, now leave.”
“Lex, I know I should have not left you alone… if only I
was…”
“You can no longer do anything about it, it happened already,”
I said, “now leave.”
“Lex…” he pleaded.
“Just leave, I just woke up and I don’t need this shit in my
life…” I pleaded back.
“When can I see you again?”
“You have to ask that?”
“Lex…”
“I don’t want to see you again,” I said in finality.
“Lex…”
I turned my back already and went inside the house.
Mike was furious when I told him what happened. “That
wouldn’t happen to you here in Boracay!” “I
also don’t have to gel my hair there,” I said. “If
I was there, I would have those bitches asses!” “So
then it would be Merry Christmas to you,” I joked.
“And that guy who brought you there… I would have him down on
his knees!”
“That would be very merry Christmas!” I don’t know if he was
getting what I am saying.
“Why do you date this jerks!”
“A god given talent.”
“Really, that had never happen to you here in Boracay!”
“Jack was very good.” He was the only one I dated in Boracay.
It was one date.
“I tell you, don’t you ever go out with that guy again!”
“I plan to take him if I visit cuckoo land,” I answered.
“What?”
“Nothing, I said over my dead and sexy body.”
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