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Being a virgin does not mean she did not feel sexy or did not feel lust. It only meant she has not had intercourse with a man before. She has had a boyfriend before but that didn’t go too well nor did it go too far. They have had sex but it wasn’t much – he made her cum while in a movie house. It was her first with a man. They had been naked before in a motel but that didn’t work out too well either as the guy was a jerk. She did not enjoy it and no intercourse occurred. She made him cum but she was unable to cum.

Our first intimate encounter was through the phone. It usually happens at lunch time while she is in her office. The first time it happened, she sent me a text – a simple, neutral text: “How are you? What are you doing now?”.

At that time, I was in a shopping mall on my way to lunch. I was going to a meeting after lunch and had a bit of time to kill for lunch and a bit of shopping. My meeting was just next door to that mall. I answered back, telling her was not really doing anything and was on my way to lunch.

Then she sent me this text : “I have a problem.”

Immediately, I had a flashback of what we have been talking in chat and the PMs we had exchanged, I wonder if the problem she posted has recurred. I felt bad for her as it was a bad situation she got herself into. Bracing for the worse, I sent her this text: “What is it? You ok? Can I help you?”

She replied back: “I’m sure you can help, but I’m not sure if you want to,”

I was walking slowly now. I did not want to reach the restaurant I was going to have lunch in too soon. Her text got me worried. I stopped a bit and sent her this text: “If you think I can help you, then I’m willing to help. Don’t be shy. I hope you’re ok.”

She replied back: “I’m not ok. But I want to be ok. Will you help me?”

This was killing me bits by bits now. Although this was the internet, PMs and chat, while its not the kind of emotional attachment you develop with people you meet in real life, some emotional attachment do develop. I was worried for her.

I stopped walking. Worried a little bit more now and a bit more annoyed because of the suspense and the drama, I sent her this text : “Yes, I will help you.”

“I am very horny now for you. Will you help me cum?”

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I have been noticing her post. She likes to make long posts talking about a wide range of topics. I noticed her post because she always made sense. She also has this excellent gift of being so real. If things get fuzzy or fake, she pulls everything down to reality. And when she does that, then it becomes very clear. (She is very different from niNa.)

It’s obvious she is a very smart woman, someone to be admired. Then one day, she posted a personal problem in the threads. She actually used an alternick but reading the post, the way it was written, I knew it was her. I played along and sent her a PM to help her with her problem. I did not reply to the thread she posted, I sent her a PM direct.

That night that I sent her the PM, we stayed up to 2am in the morning exchanging thoughts on how to fix her problem. She thought I made sense and she followed my suggestions to her.

More PMs were exchanged on the next few days and everything got raised to a higher level, we found ourselves being in lust. There was one problem, well its not a problem but something that needed to be handled differently – she was a virgin.

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Being helpful is a good thing. That’s what friends are for, right? We should never deny a friend in need. That was the context of that PM of mine, hehehe

The internet is an interesting medium, before we started into forums and chat, I don’t think we ever imagined you can form friendships, love and lust relationships through it. Its not conventional. To many, it doesn’t even make sense how it can evolve to something more than just past time, something to do when bored or to occupy free time.

But, the whole thing actually creeps into us, unnoticed.

We usually begin just by posting lets say into forums, we try to be smart or funny. We are nonchalant about it, uncommitted even. Then we get reactions and we reply, then we add some more posts, and more replies. Pretty soon, without even noticing it, we follow someone’s posts. It becomes a habit. And slowly, often without us conscious of it , we fish for information and data points about the person. And through all that, for some strange way, we develop a certain “closeness” with the person. A certain camaraderie is formed. And that person, though still unseen, becomes our “friend”. The person becomes very real to us.

And then, again by a stroke of internet miracle that person sends us a pm, or we send the other person a PM. PMs are more personal, more intimate and to many of us more truthful and more honest. The posts we exchange in the threads is like a getting to know you stage, the hi and hello type, The more we exchange posts in the threads the more we get to know each other. But PMs take the “relationship” into another level.

You exchange more PMs, then agree to chat, then exchange cell phone numbers that escalate to texting each other. And for some power of an unseen magnet, a love magnet or a lust magnet, you agree to meet.

The love magnet is usually the slow one. But the lust magnet isn’t. The lust magnet knows no bounds; it ignores time as it goes straight into our libido unobstructed by our brain or heart.

I have already said that lust is easier to handle than love. And for some reason being in InP so often, we know we are most susceptible to lust.

This was what happened to me once. A long time ago, many months before I posted that story in InP.


http://www.pinoyexchange.com/forums/showthread.php?t=308340&page=19 <-- check this out, post #748, interesting reaction to this particular installment.

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Being a very helpful guy, I sent her this PM:

franc0: yes if you allow me to. and if you’re alone wherever you are now.

niNa: im at the office right now eh.... kakabitin naman kwento mo..

Oooops…… suspend lust build up! hahaha. With that PM of hers, I needed to put a stop on the blood surge that was starting to build up. Kakabitin daw yung kwento, she did not say she is bitin. Hindi daw siya, kwento daw yung bitin.

With that, I finished the hot coffee I was drinking down to the bottom of the coffee mug. I told myself, maybe drinking all that hot coffee will douse whatever blood surge that got started earlier. I know showering in cold water is the thing to do, but I had already showered and I was at work already, so hot coffee is the next best thing. I was hoping hot coffee will warm up my veins and check the blood surge. hahaha Reality bites!

I was in Makati at that time and while I did not know where she was, what options did we have for me to be able to help her with her “nakakabitin” feelings? If it was the story she wanted me to post, I wasn’t ready at that time. I had a few meetings I needed to attend to and could not possibly write the story. More importantly, I wasn’t in the mood to write the story.

But the mood that got started when I got her PM that morning was already there. The mood I had knows no time, day or place. hahaha. For men it can happen almost anytime and anywhere.

Actually getting together and helping her with her nakakabitin feeling was out of the question at that time. Too soon, too much. The next best thing was cybersex.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cybersex

Cybersex, computer sex, internet sex or net sex is a virtual sex encounter in which two or more persons connected remotely via a computer network send one another sexually explicit messages describing a sexual experience. It is a form of role-playing in which the participants pretend they are having actual sexual relations.

In one iteration, this fantasy sex is accomplished by the participants describing their actions and responding to their chat partners in a mostly written form designed to stimulate their own sexual feelings and fantasies. Cybersex may also be accomplished through the use of avatars in a multiuser software environment.

Cybersex sometimes includes real life masturbation. The quality of a cybersex encounter typically depends upon the participants' abilities to evoke a vivid, visceral mental picture in the minds of their partners. Imagination and suspension of disbelief are also critically important. Cybersex can occur either within the context of existing or intimate elationships, e.g. among lovers who are geographically separated, or among individuals who have no prior knowledge of one another and meet in virtual spaces or cyberspaces and may even remain anonymous to one another. In some contexts cybersex is enhanced by the use of webcams to transmit real-time video of the partners.

Cybersex is sometimes colloquially called "cybering". Channels used to initiate cybersex are not necessarily exclusively devoted to that subject, and participants in any Internet chat may suddenly receive a message with any possible variation of the text "Wanna cyber?"

For anyone who has spent time in the internet, in forums or in chat, the “C” word is one of the words we first learn about. Well ok, two words, “Wanna cyber”” but the first word we know what it means. The second word, “cyber” is the new word.

Can’t do it for real, I was thinking why not do it through cyber? That was my intent in the PM I sent her. But her last PM she sent me poured cold water on it and got me thinking. I was certainly there already, hoping she was but I did not want to offend. I’m into the lust thing, but I wasn’t into being boorish.

Then it occurred to me – wait a minute, I’m taking the whole thing in a wrong way. I was just being a helpful guy, nothing more, nothing less. This was not about sex or cybering, this was all about helping someone. So I sent her this pm:

franc0: im in the mood, right? and your pms are very much adding to it. you feeling the same?

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She sent me this PM:

niNa: omg! kakabitin talaga!

That was sent in the morning. I took a few minutes trying to understand that PM of hers.

You might ask – why do I spend so much time analyzing the PMs she sends me? This is the internet and a bulletin board, all we get are the posts we read in the board and the PMs. We were starting something here and all that I have in trying to understand her, in trying to get to know her more are the things I read in the posts and the PMs she has been sending me.

We have not met, those were my only basis. It would have been a different story all together if we were face to face. When face to face, you have the benefit of looking at each others eyes, you can read the body language and even the physical interactions that you have with each other. There are many inputs you can use, but very few when it comes to the internet. And misunderstanding what is written is very high. Or is it?

I wanted to know what she meant when she said nakakabitin – is it just the story or is she actually getting horny and now she is bitin? People seem to check the installments on sthe story when they get to their offices in the morning. Maybe she read the latest installments and she wanted the story to progress more?

Or “nakakabitin” may mean something is going on with her. As in she was getting turned on. And when you say that, does she mean she wants relief? Sexual relief in the morning? Where the hell is she? In her office? Is she asking for sexual release, as in orgasm while she is in her office in the morning?

Last question - who am I not to oblige her?

So I sent her this PM:

franc0: need help on this?

niNa: can you help me ba?

Her reply almost made me spill the coffee I was drinking on my laptop. It wasn’t because I was drinking hot coffee, it was again the possibilities that her reply opened up.

Can I help her? Is that another invitation? And does she mean as in face to face help? Or is that cyber help?

I’m a very helpful guy, so I sent her this pm…

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Imagination is a very tricky thing. When you use your imagination, how much of that is based on reality and how much of it is based on, well imagination? And in that reality, how much of it is the reality that resides in your mind and how much of it resides in the other?

Not that we bother to think of these things when we use imagination. Imagination is too seductive, so addictive that we don’t really care about anything else. Imagination applied to the PMs we were sending each other was bringing us pleasure. And pleasure, sexual pleasure is one kind we hardly reject.

In my mind, I wondered about one thing, she said she uses her imagination, though its just based on that one sentence, I assume she uses it a lot? That doesn’t actually show in her numerous posts in InP. She normally posts one liners, plain English, simple thoughts. Nothing special. There are a lot of attempts at humor, but even the humor is simple and direct. Her one line posts and humor do not show any sophistication, nor wit, not even smarts. There are many women in InP who are actually very smart people. Many of them are actually very intelligent, very smart and very witty. There are a few who would give long posts and you see that very clearly, But even for others who would give short posts, you can tell they are intelligent women.

That’s the mystery of InP actually. People who have not gone to InP think InP is just full of sex and lust. Well ok that’s true, but it doesn’t mean people full of sex and lust are dumb and stupid. In fact I think people in InP, specially the women, would have more smarts and intelligence than most other women in other sections of PEX.

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franc0: ha ha. im glad you do.that also means when we meet, you will meet me without your undies on already. or meet me, say hello then go to the wash room and come back to me and give me your undies.....


niNa: uhmmmm...... let's see...
my imagination now is working overtime.... hehehehe!

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In lust or in love, that can get very confusing. Where is the line that divides lust and love? and more importantly, who draws the line?

Contrary to what most people think, love is easier than lust. You can send love notes and love letters when you are in love but who has ever heard of lust notes and lust letters. It’s not just the written part that’s easier in lust, it’s also the verbal part.

Its easier to say “I love you” than “I lust you”. In fact hardly do we say or hear anyone say “I lust you”. Say that and the other will probably not understand what you mean or at the most, you get slapped in the face.


I sent her this lust letter -

franc0: somehow, from the very beginning, for some reason, and i don't know why, i thought that would be most enjoyable with you. alam mo what i mean? like making you cum in a crowded place but nobody else know except you and me. that will only work if the girl is most cooperative. the excitement and cum in doing that is often much more than being in a private room.

She replied with this –

niNa: awwww... i love it franc0....

Her reply did not confuse me. hahaha. There was none of that confusion if it is lust or love. My PM to her was my way of showing her my affection, to return the “I lust you” letter she sent me. She sent me a lust letter, what I sent to her was my lust letter with affection inside, in the middle and outside. I don’t know if she understood the gesture I gave her. I sent her the gesture of sending her lust affection when the expected response would have been equal lust. But doing that wasn’t being me. I sent her who I was.

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This was actually the complete pm:

niNa: i like that... so kelan tau meet? before tayo mag out of town... starbucks galleria?

I thought the air inside my lungs was sucked out by that pm. Typing my reply pm to her became more difficult, not enough air in my lungs. There are so many things in that pm that caused a few heartbeats of mine skip. But I chose to ignore them for the moment, I sent her this pm:

franc0: somehow, from the very beginning, for some reason, and i don't know why, i thought that would be most enjoyable with you alam mo what i mean? like making you cum in a crowded place but nobody else know except you and me. that will only work if the girl is most cooperative. the excitement and cum in doing that is often much more than being in a private room.

The pm she sent me was a clear offer. If this was a sales transaction, all I needed to do was “close the sale” – agree to the offer, set the date and plan the day. It was a very aggressive offer without me needing to seduce her, not even some prodding or some suggestive lines from me. She came out straight with a sexual encounter offer. Not said but it was unmistakable – she wanted to have sex with me.

I looked at the date when she sent me that pm and checked where I was in the story that I had been posting. Our conversations before were seduction and sexually benign, so I wondered what it was that got her to make me the offer. While this was not the usual story of seduction, it was obvious that something triggered it and all that there was between us was the story I posted, the same thing she read. The story I posted seduced her? That’s hard to understand. But at that time, I was not complaining.

I wanted to be affectionate to her. Wanted her to feel the warmth I felt for her. It was warmth beyond lust because it was the kind of warmth that moved slow across my body. If she was with me at that time and she said that to me face to face, I would have held her hand, then kiss it gently. I wouldn’t have asked her to have sex right there and then, I would just kiss her hand lightly. What I felt wasn’t about sex, it was affection. And tenderness.

But she wasn’t with me and given the circumstances that we were in – the monitors of our computers in front of us and between us the internet and the slow PEX server being annoying, I did the next best thing, I sent her a pm. The pm I sent was my internet version of tenderness and affection for her.
I sent her what you read, above:

franc0: somehow, from the very beginning, for some reason, and i dont know why, i thought that would be most enjoyable with you. alam mo what i mean? like making you cum in a crowded place but nobody else know except you and me. that will only work if the girl is most cooperative. the excitement and cum in doing that is often much more than being in a private room.

It seemed to me, sensuality was the language she understood. I saw that in her numerous posts in InP that were all blatantly sexual. it was obvious in the sexual proposition she sent me. That proposition was unsolicited, unseduced and very upfront.

She was in lust, similar to being in love. When a woman tells you, unannounced, that she loves you, what you do and say back to her to start with is to give her tenderness and affection. My version of that would have been to hold her hand and kiss her. She was in lust and she told me she was, so I sent her that pm.

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you need to be seated properly on your chair to read the next pms we exhanged:

niNa : i like your story…so dreamy…. can we make our own story too? let’s use your digicam…

franc0: this post gave me shivers! grabe, tagal ng boose bumps....meron pa hanggang ngayon

franc0: maybe some private sex in public places too? being nuaghty and yummy in a public place but no one else know? grrrr...

niNa: i like that...

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The first thing that came to my mind, well the second thing, was how did she know I had a digicam? We had sent pms before and we were even on YM and I thought I must have mentioned that before. I did a quick run through in my mind of a check-list --- bring a tripod; two spare batteries; heck bring the power adaptor; plus extension cord, bring a half dozen blank DVDs and get a room with big windows or bright lights to make sure there is enough light filtering to the bed, floor, sofa and chair. hahaha

The first thing that came to my mind was of course – does that mean she wants to have sex with me? And a paranoid question - is she serious with what she just sent me? We had been in contact once in a while through pms and YM but we really didn’t spend a lot of time together. And there really was not much flirting going on between the two of us.

She also had a boyfriend. She has said that often in the threads when she relates their sexual experiences together. And during the pms and chats we had, she sounded like she was very serious with her boyfriend. Being serious with her boyfriend and she makes a sexual encounter proposal? Something that SHE initiated? So to send me that pm formed a question mark in my mind, well lets put it a little more romantic- it’s a mystery.

After I got that first pm (yes there are a lot more), I went on a frantic search for her posts in InP. Not that I have not read her posts, in fact I have read most of her posts. She is one of the regular posters in InP and that makes not knowing her very hard. This time around, I needed to read her posts in a different light. I needed to know her better, her person and somehow extract from them some kind of a clue to help me judge if her pm to me was serious or not.

Her posts are very sexy and very straight forward. In fact, a lot of them I thought were too direct for a lady. The whole of InP knew she swallows the cum of her boyfriend when she gives him head, for crying out loud. And many more details about her sexual exploits. Then and now, I found her posts very crude. They were so direct and sexually blatant more of what men would say when they’re bragging about their sexual exploits and when that happens, you know the men saying those are not telling the truth. But she is a woman; the things she posted didn’t match the usual expectations. Or maybe I’m just too conservative? hahaha

Aside from the blatant sexuality, there’s this after taste in the mouth in her posts. They were in perfect English, they were mostly short sentences, often lame attempts at humor but the construction of the sentences were crude. It was the post of an extremely horny woman who thinks she is beautiful but didn’t have a lot of class. She was to me my sensual barok.

I have not seen her in person, I have seen her only through her Friendster account where she had many pictures of her. She didn’t look very pretty in those pictures, more on the regular type of a woman and looking at those pictures, you definitely will not imagine she had that much lust in her.

This over pouring lust that she had is something I have in my mind is based on the numerous posts she made in InP relating the numerous sexual exploits she has had. But who knows? InP is the internet, you can be who you want to be. Including you can be as lustful as you want to be. Truth in the internet is always held suspect, as everyone knows.

My turn to send her a pm, and I thought maybe I should try to flush out the truth…

franc0: this post gave me shivers! grabe, tagal ng goose bumps....meron pa hanggang ngayon

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have you done something that started something unexpected that it blew your mind like anything? for me, one of that is the story i wrote here in this thread. of course i don’t write stories very often, in fact that was the first story i completed after a few attempts at it. i find it amusing that of all my attempts in story writing, the one posted in the internet was the one that gave me a most pleasant surprise.

the story felt like it took a life of its own. i don’t quite know what it was – maybe it was the mood i had when i started it. or maybe boredom. but when i posted the first page, i had very little plans for it, even after three postings. but the reactions of the readers of the story pushed me on to write more and eventually finish it. and that is how it took a life of its own. these were both reactions sent to me through pms and those posted in the threads.

but of all the reactions i got, this was the most electrifying, a pm:

niNa : i like your story…so dreamy…. can we make our own story too? let’s use your digicam…

making a story of our own and using a digicam is probably every man’s fantasy. it isn’t mine in the full sense of it, but i know how it can push up the pleasure. what gets to me is watching the movements of our bodies. its like the way i look at nude photographs where for me the way the body is posed is as important as how it is lit in the photo. in intercourse, we unconsciously move our bodies not as a reaction to ordinary movement but as a quest to discover new or more intense pleasure. and that is what makes using the digicam more interesting for me. you see the motion of the body surrendering to lust or capturing it.

but, it wasn’t because of what was said in the pm, i received many types and a few were sexier, even more direct than that. what got my attention was not what was said but more on who said it.

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some people sent me private messages (pm) when i was posting the installments of the first story. most were very interesting pms, but this one was the beginning of a string of exchanges that i had:

niNa : I like your story…so dreamy…. can we make our own story too? let’s use your digicam…

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how can anyone ignore that kind of a pm? this pm was sent around this time - http://www.pinoyexchange.com/forums/showthread.php?t=308340&page=9

0 : postscript: reactions to "silent waves, silent kisses"

some of the other comments:

tea : I really like the story... U got me hooked... I spent almost the whole day just reading it... Couldn't really stop until the ending... It was a really sad story though... I doun't know how I can regain the lost libido for this morning's session with my wife... But i appreciate the writing style... so creative... It makes me kinda miss writing
short stories as well...

hon: hey... two days kong binasa tong thread na to ha!but it's worth it naman... very romantic... nicely done... namiss ko bigla ung ex ko... ganyan din kasi un gumawa ng short stories... pwede pa bang humingi ng kopya? thanks... more power... more stories...about the title, may napili ka na ba? those three are nice... but trails of silent kiss/es is good too...

yme: the ending made me feel like: THE HELL? ------! mabigat nga sa dibdib. so franc0, when did this happen? and why didn't you ask for her hand? from the way you wrote the story (and side tracks), it's like you're so close to each other, kulang nalang maging kayo na.

gaz: very very good writer talaga.. the original story is obviously fiction but his style of writing magnetized many i&p girls coz romantic nga naman, slowly but surely, exactly the way many girls want it.

jra: nice one franco

nig: again, i just started reading the posts here in I&P, i must say this story is worth publishing, galing ni franc0, hehe..

wor: ang ganda ng story mo franco. naiyak ako sa ending.

1 : silent waves, silent kisses

Introduction: This story was posted on PEX at the Intimacy & Passion Section in July, 2007. This was posted in parts thus explains the construction of the story-telling. Since it was a public internet bulletin board, readers actually posted their reactions and comments to the posted installments which are also included here.

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True story: Seven of us friends from college were hired by a big media company to do a project for them. Masinsinang brainstorming session - the company paid us to stay in big hotels, then towards the end of the project, they lent us their corporate beach house so that we can devote all of our time in finishing the project. By that time, all of us seven college friends have been together for one week already.

We were on the beach one night – we had a small bonfire, some beer and some food. Work for the whole project was almost done and work for the day completely over. This was the last leg of the brainstorming session and the past days have been full of nothing but work. This was the first night when all that we needed to do was enjoy the beach and the company.

She was wearing this over-sized sweatshirt to protect her from a strong chilly wind that blew from time to time. She was seated in front of me. The only light was from a small bonfire, so medyo madilim. Kasi nga maginaw, we were all bunched together and she sat very close to me. Once in a while I would put my arms around her. Sarap ng scent ng hair niya which was dancing on my face at times when the wind blew. Once in a while she would shiver from the cold, so being the gentleman that I am (ahem), I would hug her and if I was already hugging her, I hugged her tighter.

At one point, medyo napadulas siya, so I put my hands on her tummy area to pull her up. Nadulas nang konti yung hands ko and it ended up under her sweats on her tummy. Wala pala siyang blouse under the sweats. Since my palms were warm, she let it stay there. Huwag ko daw tanggalin, it was helping her keep warm. So I let it stay there. Who was I to complain? From that time on, it was more difficult to decide what was nicer – the banter and conversation among us friends or my hands on her stomach under her sweats.

s: langya franc0, tapusin mo kwento mo!

b: ^^ay...bitin ang story....

b: tuloy mo ang kwento. reminder lang franco...don't make us wait

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This girl by the way is one of the smartest in college. We have been close friends in college, many times my lunch mate and I used to tutor her for Algebra. We were in this class where the Algebra teacher was a real terror. While I wasn’t an Algebra genius, it was much easier for me to learn it than she did. We were really just friends, one helping the other. She is fair skinned, has long light brown hair and very soft, it really felt good whenever the tips of her hair gently brushed on my face. Para kunyari gentleman (ahem), I would gently fix her hair when it got blown away and this had the additional benefit of seeing her exposed skin on the back of the neck which was less than one inch away my eyes. Ang kinis! Ang puti! At medyo balbon. Looked real yummy. I didn’t think I would find that part of a woman’s body that sexy.

c: ^^tsk...tapusin mo na franco!!

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Siyempre nakakangawit, so change positions in the way we sat on the sand. And this time I spread my legs and she sat in the middle between my legs and real close to me. As she was moving up towards me, kasi nga maginaw, she would hit my you know what with her butt. It was the kinda slow type, so hindi siya ouch, masarap siya. I don’t think that was intentional on her part because this girl is the sweet and wholesome type. Besides, we were really just friends, she would even ask me to help her with her boyfriend whenever they had problems. Ganong type yung relationship namin.

Ako naman cool lang kunyari. I would nonchalantly slide my hand under her sweats on her stomach, kunyari to steady her. Pumapayag naman, so tuloy lang. At first my hand inside her sweats was kinda tentative, even respectful on touching her. Talagang platonic hand. (ha ha) But I wanted to test the stomach, err the waters, so slowly I would change the way I touched her to make it more sensual, a little more caressing than just being there. No reaction pa rin, so I thought okay lang sa kanya. Well at least that’s what I assumed.

Tuloy-tuloy lang ang tawanan at kuwentuhan sa beach. There were three guys and four girls in all, all of them were from communication arts, ako lang yung iba, so they know each other very well. They know me but we go together occasionally lang kasi nga I had a different major. The bonfire was on the low side, kanya-kanyang tawanan habang my hand was exploring her tummy under her sweats.

Eto yung funny --- under her sweats, my pinky finger very slowly, and I swear (ahem) by sheer accident and completely on its own moved away from my hand and ooooops..... it fell into her navel. (ha ha ha) Para bang all four fingers stayed together except this pinky who wanted to escape and straining to remove itself from the pack, then getting lodged, all by accident inside her belly button. She had an innie belly button at ang lalim! Sarap na sarap yung pinky ko. No objection, so don lang siya. Ang lalim kasi kaya when I try to move it out, madalas nahhuulog yung pinky ko ulit sa loob ng navel niya at madalas hindi siya maka-alis sa loob. Kawawang pinky!

E ‘di nga ba her head is very close to mine, and I could see her neck up close, every time my pinky accidentally dropped inside her belly button, I could see goose bumps on her neck! Grabe! I didn’t realize until then na seeing goose bumps on a lady's neck pala is such a turn on. Cute actually kasi it was an automatic reaction - every time my pinky gets lost inside her belly button - viola! goose bumps.

You know what got confirmed one more time? That sensuality, well ok, libido resides more in the mind than in the flesh. I could see that in the way she reacted to my hand under her sweats. She would keep it very low key, but because she was practically less than one inch away from me, I could see the effect on her through the back of her neck. I was hugging her very close and most of our bodies were in contact and I could actually feel every movement of her body, no matter how small the movements were.

Note that at this time, ako pa lang yung may libog sa katawan, wala pa siya. So everything that was happening to her, even the tiniest things I am able to pick up. Either that or I was just imagining it.

My hand under her sweats was moving slowly, gently, very tender. Nothing rushed, nothing forced. I was like in a trance – a good friend of mine whose mind I admired, my arms around her, on a beach, dark and comforting and all I could hear was her breathing and the musical caress of the waves on the shore and this wonderful sensation I felt on my hand.

I made my hand move, like following a sweet melody, in time with the waves. I was moving it slowly, back and forth, on the same path most of the time just like the waves did to the shore. I would only digress in the path it took once in a while and I could see goose bumps appear on her yummy neck when I did that. My hand was not moving in anything sexual, it was just this constant, gentle caress and yet her mind instinctively knew what my hand was doing. My hand knew that sensuality resides in the mind.

p: gosh, franco..your giving me goose bumps too. *me
sits at one corner and patiently waits for the story to unfold*

t: lapit na ko mag out di pa din natatapos....

4 : silent waves, silent kisses

Before I continue the story, have you experienced this? Ako kasi during that time, parang it felt like it was just me, her and the waves and nothing else existed. Our friends didn’t seem to be there. I was not even conscious of the visual waves but just the sound of the waves. You know this thing you see in movies when time stands still and it feels like it’s just you and the girl even though you’re in a crowded room? Ganon ang feeling. I felt completely oblivious to everyone and everything around us. Hindi lang sa movies nangyayari yun, sa real life din. That was how I felt at that moment.

I like the mountains more than the beach but I do enjoy going to the beach especially at night. Actually, I don’t even know how to swim. (he he he) But I like to walk along the beach at night because of the privacy and the sounds of the waves. At a certain point, I can actually discern the different melodies the waves make as they kiss the shore over and over again. Even though I was there by myself, I felt my thoughts kept me company very well.

So ganon yung melody na naririnig ko in my mind that my hand under her sweats was following. And her tummy was soft, my hand was sliding through it very easily. Her innie belly button felt real good. Then the goose bumps I see on the back of her neck told me what I was doing, including the cadence I was following from the hum of the waves was making her feel real good. Grabe! (Didn’t know the stomach can be an erogenous zone!)

E ano pa nga ba ang gagawin ng kamay ko? There was this sudden break in the sound of the waves kissing the shore. The other people in the group turned their heads to look at what it was. I didn’t turn my head. Neither did she.

While the other five were looking the other way, I slowly pushed my hand up to her bra area. Nothing rushed. Confident and sure. But gentle and caressing. Geez, her skin felt good on my hand. It was soft. My hand was on her in a way that I could almost feel the air she was breathing inside her body.

She was wearing this soft, and at that time I was guessing some see through bra material. She didn’t object. I let my hand stay there for a bit of time. I was cupping her. I didn’t push. It was gentle. The material was so thin that I could feel her skin almost. Then as smooth, as nonchalantly and as natural as I could make it, my index finger searched for her nipple.

I heard a sound. It wasn’t the waves. It was her sigh, almost a moan.

n: anak ka nag pating franc0! mamaya ka na mag reply sa mga tanong... tapusin mo kwento!

p: *gasp* bitin na nman

b: aysus franco...para kang hitad na babae kung magkwento. u sound like my friend. mahilig mambitin pag nagkukuwento. madalas pinapatay ko yon eh. like everybody's holding their breath and waiting for the punch line. you're not dreaming ha. naku..talaga lang. nyahahahaha...ganung kabitin eh.

s: awww franco....i think you're God's gift to women...not many men are this sensitive....and yes, sometimes, i feel that as well when im with my bf...grabe parang surreal ano?....

g: where's the rest?

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The minute my index finger touched her nipple, I thought I felt an electric shock. It wasn’t only the paradise of making contact on a more sensual body part, it was also because her nipple was already stiff and fully formed. Sure it’s cold but she was wearing thick sweats so I thought its not the chilly wind her nipple was reacting to but my exploration of her tummy and belly button.

Whatever libog I had been trying to control, kasi nga the other people are there, everything just released itself. This was now unmistakably libido. But sabi ko, I had to control myself because I wanted it to be special.

Ewan ko naman what got into me doing this to her. We have been friends all throughout college, we were not in the same major but we would spend time together for lunch, socials and played tennis together on weekends. Of the many times we were together before, nothing ever happened like what was happening now.

But there it was, my index finger on her nipple and she was not objecting to it. So I thought we have taken our friendship to a new level. That thought gave me more determination to make tonight special.

The power of the libido was trying to overtake me but the desire to make it special won - I gently rubbed her nipple with my finger then removed it. I did not want it rushed, I wanted to take her on a slow ride, to enable us to enjoy and remember every second of it. I moved my hand down and found out the middle of her bra dipped steeply in the middle. I followed it and the bra had the clasp in front! What luck!

I pushed it, and the bra released her breasts. They were nice. Soft and nicely formed. Not wanting to rush it, wanting to enjoy it, I stopped myself from touching her nipples. I wanted to tease her. I wanted her to build up her libido. My hand gently cupped her bare breast, caressing it gently, moved it up and down and as it went up stopped short of her nipples. After doing this for a while, I could feel her body shiver, goose bumps included whenever I would approach her nipples. But I would always stop short of touching them.

At that moment, both of us stopped talking with the others. We just kept quiet, enjoying the moment. To make it less obvious, she tilted forward so that her sweats formed a tent in front of her, with a lot of air room between the sweats and her bare breasts. That way, the others couldn’t see my hand was actually under her sweats, cupping her breasts.

i: nice........gnda ng experience m.....and btw mgnda k din n story teller..very detailed

k: o tama na ang commercial... tuloy mo na ang kwento

s: franc0, finish na your kwento, bilis!! Binibitin mo naman kami eh!

p: good morning ano ba nman yan franco..tutulog kaming bitin pagising bitin pa din saka na muna yan commercials!

n: @franc0dude... maawa ka na sa min! alangya, mas matindi pa yung pagkabitin nito kesa dun sa Gapang series ah...

s: b2d... ay agree. franc0 has a way with words. So erotic and exciting, it's almost so dreamy. Haaaay, like I wish it were happening to me!!! franc0, where art thou? Tapusin mo na kasi literotica mo!! Yung bra ko naman today eh nasa harap ang clasp. Oh diba, feel na feel ko kwento mo? Tapusin mo na kasi!

n: @franc0dude... next installment pls! bago mag lunch! appetizer!

i: anyways, franc0, ituloy mo na ang kwento.. lapit na maglunch-break noh..

When she allowed my hand on her breasts, there was this irresistible urge to get my lips down to her neck. I wanted my lips to feel her flesh, I wanted to take her body scent inside of me, to connect that to the lust I felt for her.

The problem is, our friends were right in front of us. Laking skandalo if we do that because she had a boyfriend who they all knew. And me, I was just a friend who helps her in Algebra. (ha ha ha) I knew that I needed her cooperation to allow my lips to feel her flesh and take her body scent inside of me. But how do I tell her that? I could not whisper it to her, it will be obvious. Also, I thought this needed something more than just the usual. All this time, we were like on a slow motion tango of seduction moving from pleasure of the soul to pleasure of the flesh, then back. I didn’t want to break the slow dance we were having.

The only way I could do that was through my right hand which was cupping her breast. Question - how can my hand communicate through her breast what I wanted her to do and without being offensive or crass but romantic?

I explored.

She had nice breasts. They were firm and nice to the touch. But somehow I knew gentle was the way to go. So I was searching for the right direction and right place. I would do things and try to see how she reacted. I noticed that most of the time, she had her beer in her mouth even though she was not drinking it. To me, it looked like it was a convenient and natural way to hide how she felt as I was caressing her breasts.

Then I noticed something. There was a certain movement of my hand at a certain place under her sweats that got her to react. It was very subtle but to me it was discernable and very consistent. If I move my hand starting from the bottom, then cupping her boob, starting from under it, moved it up, then to the side (her breast on the right), and stopped my finger right on the side of her nipple but not on her nipple itself, her head tilted a little. I did it again, I saw the same head movement.

Seeing that, I put my hand on hers I guess to tell her I was feeling some pleasure as she was. I put my left hand over her left hand, put my fingers between her fingers, then my right did the hand motion on her breast, she tilted her head.

My hand on her breast was somehow connecting. And after a few times, she tilted her head so much that at last my lips landed on the back of her neck. She smelled very nice. I took a whiff, and her body scent raced down to my soul. It lifted me. No, it lifted my soul.

We did that for a few times. Then I put my tongue out, gave her a little kiss on the neck, my tongue just barely out of my lips but wet. My tongue got her neck wet with a little from my tongue. Her left hand clenched, held my hand much tighter. She gave a low moan....

Sarap!

p: grabe,...parang magka-climax na ako a. galing ni franco...hands down!

b: o, wala ng mag rere-act. PEX lang ang dessert namin after a toxic morning. pagbigyan nyo na ako.

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This little tongue out of the lips to get her skin a little wet was new for me. I didn’t realize it that it could be so sexy not just for her who was feeling it but also for me. They were very small gestures but had such big explosions. Explosions that the eyes can’t see, but can only feel it happen inside of her and me.

I could see it happen to her. It was such a joy to see that I was able to give her pleasure. I could see the little movements of her body as we did our slow motion tango of my hand on her breast, my tongue on her neck.

Somehow, the sounds of the waves felt louder. Or was it just in my imagination? I heard a long splash of the waves on the shore. And the next time the waves did that, I made a long line of kisses with my tongue out on her neck from the side to the back, then squeezed her nips with my finger (only the second time that I touched her nipple).

She gave a loud moan! The rest of the group looked at her. (ha ha ha) My hand froze on her breast, did not want the others see any hand movement under her sweats. To cover up for the loud moan, she said aloud with the proper emotions : “Aawwww, daming lamok!”

n: @franc0 isa kang malaking lamok!

s: Dang, hassle ang group... and yet the thrill of doing something naughty intheir company.

i: hanuvah, ilang pages ba aabot 'to bago matapos ang kwento mo franco... napuputol imagination ko eh...

s: Dang, hassle ang group... and yet the thrill of doing something naughty intheir company.

s: franc0, agree, agree! You may not have been doin' anything sexual yet but the tension is building. I'm sensing major fireworks later on. Ay, inuunahan ko na si franc0 oh! Tuloy mo na kasi!!

p: franco, you're making my cramps go wilder...

Lamok daw! (ha ha) That was almost a libido killer! Kaya lang kasi my hand was still on her right breast so not all were lost. She changed position one more time. We have not talked about it but we discovered the trick was for her or me to constantly change positions in the way we sat to allow me to touch other parts of her. While doing that, we try to make it as natural as possible para hindi halata.

When she moved this time, I was able to remove my right hand from under her sweats and move my left hand over left breast. When she shifted positions, she needed to put her hand on the sand and it accidentally touched my crotch. That sent electricity through my body. If you placed a light bulb on my head, it would have lit a 100 watt bulb.

I discovered we liked the same thing - cupping her breasts rather than mashing them for example. She likes the feeling of her breast resting on my palm and squeezing it lightly. What would send her shivers was when I gently squeezed her nipples with my thumb and index finger.

It was the first time I was caressing her left breast and when I did that, she put back her head then she licked me! Yes, she licked the tip of my ear lobe. It was my turn to moan. The others looked, of course I couldn’t give lamok as the excuse (walang lamok actually kasi malakas ang hangin! ha ha ha), so I instead said, “Meron pa bang Corona Beer?”. The beer I was holding still had some, so I needed to gulp it all up as soon as possible to make it credible. (ha ha ha)

She stood up to get the beer for me. Oooops..... how do I hide my hard on from the others? (ha ha ha) I needed to quickly look for the right position so that it does not show and it does not hurt. Hirap talaga maging lalaki kapag may hard on!

She came back, with the ice cold Corona Beer, my favorite beer. I could see the bits of water dripping from the bottle and I could see the glitter in her eyes mix it up with the moonlight, they sparkled each time a moonbeam got caught in her eye. But it wasn’t her usual eyes, they were glassy eyed, the effect of getting turned on for her.

With the beer on one hand, she had my baseball cap on the other. She sat down, gave me the beer, and then gave me the cap. I got the beer, took two large swigs, the whole situation was making me feel hot, both libido and temperature wise. I took the cap from her then felt that something was inside it. I wondered what it was. I sensed that I needed to handle that cap well, to make sure nothing falls out of it. While no one was looking, I opened the cap and inside I saw her bra! (ha ha ha)

I almost dropped the beer bottle I was holding when I saw that. Sabi ko—ang landi! Ang sarap! (ha ha ha) She sits down, and I immediately put my hand under her sweats to check things out. I found what I already knew - she removed her bra for me. Awww, she was so sweet.

franc0: WARNING : i wont be posting tonite ha. im having dinner later at metrowalk. wag galit ha.

c: lech ka franco!! tapusin mo na ngayon!!!

s: Aren't some friends just greeaat?? Dang, no update tonight? Pahabol naman ng konti pang teaser oh!

n: amf ka franco... may 4 na oras ka pa para tapusin kwento mo!!!

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With her bra inside my baseball cap, hidden from view and my hand inside her sweats still, everything felt even much better. The world was conspiring to make me one happy dude. I could now freely cup her breasts, and move to caress them without worrying I would misplace her bra and some wire or cup or whatever bra part will be forming a shape on her sweats for others to realize her bra was loose. If someone noticed, we would be caught and how the hell will I remove my hand from under her sweats without others seeing the whole thing?

We were still carrying on a conversation with the rest but we instinctively took turns saying something. (ha ha ha) In my mind, I thought we did that so that at any given time, at least someone is quiet and completely enjoying all the pleasure we were giving each other.

For me, It wasn’t as much as the fact that my hand was under her sweats, it was more like she was allowing it to happen. We were only on the breasts part but the libido, the intensity was out of proportionally too high. That was because of the thought that she was surrendering her body to me. That she was giving in to the feeling, giving in to her lust and all that was unplanned, un-discussed and in full abandon. It was the availability of it all. The letting go that was such a turn on.

In between those thoughts was the anticipation of what can happen next. But I was not in a hurry. I stayed the course, still hardly touching her nipples, but enjoying the cupping. I took pleasure in seeing the goose bumps on her neck that predictably appeared.

I could see her spreading her legs, she was in pants, wider as I hit her nipples. As she did, I was imagining how pleasurable it would be if she was naked and doing that. And me in front of her watching her. Looking and enjoying at her own pleasure and enjoying mine.

That thought swept me, engulfed me.

I took my hand out from under her breasts. That surprised her. She jerked her body a bit. It wasn’t, but it just felt it that I moved my hand from under her sweats towards my face in slow motion. I could see her face, one inch away from mine follow my hand, looking at my fingers with some expression in her face.

She followed my hand up to my face, and then I opened my mouth and inserted my finger all the way into my mouth then licked my finger. She could see my tongue threading along my finger. She was looking at all of that the whole time.

I got my finger wet from inside my mouth, then I put my hand back under her sweats, she was still looking at it. With my wet finger, I touched her nipple, pinched it a bit, caressed it and made sure she felt her nipple getting wet. I wanted her to feel the sensation of her nipple inside my mouth.

She moaned.

s: have to keep stopping whatever paperwork I'm doing to check updates nga eh. Bitin to the max!

g: but you know what Franco? kahit lagi mo kami ni-bibitin... ok lang sa akin, nakakarelate ako masyado sa kwento mo.

s: what i did nga is keep myself busy the whole day so at the end of the day before i go home i could read the whole story na without any interruptions and with the complete story. seems i'll still have to
wait for the rest tomorrow... very original to dude...hahaha....

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Fast forward yung story. Skip a few chapters. Will go back to the skipped chapters after this.

The work we were supposed to accomplish was successfully completed in that beach house. The beach was the last of the series of brainstorming sessions we had. We presented to management the work we completed after the beach session. The magazine was actually launched and it became a success. I did not join the magazine as the pay was too low, I already had a job then which was paying well. Only two out of the seven in our group, which included her joined the magazine we brainstormed for.

I woke up very early, ahead of everyone else the day we left the beach house. The sun was just up and the beach at this time was deserted and nice. The water was calm, almost dead still, and the water and the beach is like in one monochromatic grey color, almost seamless from sand to sea.

It was difficult waking up that early, I hardly slept because of the booze we drank the previous night and this pulling of the heart that was saying the experience will soon end. It was bitter sweet, actually. There is the sadness of it ending at the same time the joy of experiencing the pleasure.

The anxiety of the situation with her was added to it. Going back to Manila means going back to the reality of her actually having a boyfriend and it wasn’t me. Not that at that point in time I wanted to be her boyfriend, but it could mean the past days may not be repeated and at risk of being lost. I didn’t want it to be a one night stand, I wanted it to be night that started it all.

The day after, I woke up early because I wanted to remember the place my way. I did not have a camera with me, so I looked at the beach by myself, committing to memory an imprint of it, then saved in my memory. It was the next best thing to having a camera. Baka kasi last na, so might as well take some for myself.

I walked along the beach then came to the part where we had our first intimate moment on the beach. How did I know it? A few empty bottles of Corona Beer were still on the beach and the remains of the small bonfire was still visible.

I stopped. Sat down on the same spot where she and I sat.

I got three empty bottles of Corona Beer. I cleaned them with sea water. I filled two bottles of Corona beer with the sand where we sat. The other, I filled with mostly small seashells and some sand. I brought home the two bottles with the sand. I was going to send one bottle to her one day after we reach Manila. I will keep the other. The bottle with the shells and sand, I buried under the sand. I included the small seashells as little reminders of what we heard during that night – the waves kissing the shore and her moans. Silly me, but in my mind the sand I put inside the bottles were the same sand we sat on.

That was how I wanted to remember the joys and pleasure we experienced on that beach - a Corona Beer bottle filled with sand where we sat on. I hope she would like the gesture when she receives the bottle I filled up for her. Why bury one? I don't know – maybe sometime in the future, I would go back to that beach and retrieve it. The memories like the one I had with her on that beach are very much worth coming back to.

s: Goodmorning franc0! Dang Another sit back and wait installment Feels like I skipped some chapters of a book so I could read ahead what happened sa dulo. Is this the end part of your experience? It's very sweet by the way ha

s: i almost cried franco.....that was sooooo sweet......

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When I caressed her nipple with my wet finger, I thought it became more pronounced and stiffer. Ganon pala yun? Puwede pa palang tumigas yun? I told myself buti na lang hindi siya inverted nipples. The regular nipples kasi I find sexier. Bitin kasi yung inverted nipples.

The wet finger on her nipple simulated the feeling of me sucking on her nipple. That got her more agitated in a good way. (ha ha) I knew that as she once again shifted her position. From a sitting position, she slid down on her side, her elbow now on the sand. This position made her breasts now freely hanging down and that meant it gave me better access and more importantly gave more options on movements and caresses. She had ok breast size, it was filling up my palm and with a bit of excess. What was nice about that too was that I could get to her nipples better. She is one of those women to whom nipple stimulation works very well.

When she sat that way, I needed to follow of course. As time went on, I realize it gave me some new access - I could caress her butt. (ha ha) When it became necessary to remove my hand under her sweats because we were in danger of being found out by the others, I would touch her butt. That ushered in new feelings and took the libido one notch higher.

At that point, I think what we were doing was giving each other previews of what can happen if we were alone in a room and can do anything to each other. Along those lines and now having access to it, I slid my hand on the back of her pants, just a little, gently -- then pulled her undies just a bit out to get it to show above her pants. It was sexy - the kinda lacy type. I felt the material with my hand, pressing on her back and sometimes I would insert my finger under her undies to feel flesh and move it from to side to side. I was telling her in my oblique way that I wanted to touch parts of her under her undies. I wanted her to imagine how it felt if my hand was touching parts that her undies covered. Tugging of the undies I hope was making that part of her feel new things.

She liked this. As I would see her move her foot, tensing a bit and the goose bumps on her neck. That whole bit was so sexy. While my moves were subtle, the desire I had for her was over the top as actually that time, I wanted my tongue on parts of her covered by her undies.

Finally, the drinking out in the beach ended. We couldn’t wait for it to finish. We couldn’t leave ahead of everyone siyempre. That would have looked too obvious, suspicious or anti-social. On the way to be beach house, I could not wear my cap, andon sa loob yung bra nya. (ha ha ha) I was just holding it.

I let her walk ahead of me, watching her hips sway. Imagining things and telling myself I had my hand there just a few minutes ago. The top of the undies that I pulled out was still showing. I didn’t tell her to fix it, I liked looking at it.

People started getting ready to go to bed. She and I would steal kisses when they were not looking. A lot of quick and sweet kisses on the lips, in every corner of the house wherever we can hide. We went to the refrigerator together pretending to look for something, but what I did was take a look at her nipples. First time I saw them - pinkish, very light and small nipples. She would bend down to look inside the refrigerator and I would do the same but look through her neckline down to her nipples. (cheap! ha ha)

It became too much, we stayed behind the kitchen door, closed it, and then I pinned her on the door. Pulled up her sweats, caressed both of her breasts with my hand and gave her a lingering kiss on the lips - one hand on her breasts, the other hand on the door handle. Baka may pumasok, mahuli kami. I just held her breasts. Then stooped down to kiss it, but did not kiss her nipples, just around it. I wanted to tease her.

If there was no chance of being caught, we would have done it right there in the kitchen. But we couldn’t risk it. I turned her around to face the door, held her hands up. Raised her sweats, put one hand on her breast, and then licked her back starting from the bottom of her back up to her neck. Then going back down, then go up again. I saw her spread her legs as I did that. Didn’t know kissing her on the back gave so much pleasure. I guess it’s all the "fore-foreplay" we have been doing in the beach that’s doing it that started it all.

I heard and felt the door knob being turned open, then a knock on the door. Ooops huli na ata kami. (ha ha ha) We had to fix ourselves quickly, trying not to be obvious. Only if they bothered to look, it actually showed in our faces, we were both out of breathe.

People positioned themselves for sleep. Talo! No room for us to be alone and beside each other. I was starting to panic. Pano na to? I knew from the way she looked at me she wanted what I wanted too. We needed to get there. Pero san yung place?

Sa beach kaya? Hirap don, too open. And more importantly, daming sand. Mahirap maglinis ng sand, more importantly, choking hazard pa yun. At this point, I knew I needed to do something that had no risk of choking on sand.

There was only one place - my car.

The minute we stepped out of the house, we were kissing passionately. I held her hand while doing it. My other hand was over hers, her other hand resting on my cheek. I wanted her hand to feel not just my tongue inside her month, but get her hand to feel the way my mouth moved as I kissed her. I wanted her to feel senses that she didn’t feel before while doing the usual things. I didn’t want it to be just a passionate kiss. I wanted it to be MY passionate kiss for her.

We were moving towards the car, actually it felt more like we were waltzing towards the car. We didn’t want to break the pleasure. But both our bodies knew the place to be was inside the car.

p: at least umabot na sa tugging the undies...we're getting there pero bitin pa din!

b: hay naku, i'm going out again...i think next week na uli. kaw talaga franco, aalis akong bitin!!!

s: franc0, you big sexy tease! That kitchen scene was very sexy! Must've raised the libido level ++ notches higher when you pulled up her sweats and saw frontal finally

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We have not actually said a word to each other about what we were doing. We are just doing it. Of course we knew our circumstances and the novelty of what we were doing. But it felt like words were not necessary. In fact words would probably have no meaning. We did not need to say things, we only needed to taste what we wanted to say. But we spoke so many things to each other – the language of touch and caresses.

s: dreamy

At that point love would have been much easier to explain in words. If we used words, I didn’t think it would be able to explain why and what we were doing to each other even if we spent a whole day doing it.

We were finally beside the car. I was fumbling with the keys. I couldn’t fucking get the keys to go where it was supposed to go because we were kissing and now she was also touching. Part of the problem was I needed to open my eyes to look at the house where our friends were. I was afraid they might come out or open a window or something. Opening my eyes was a bummer because every time I opened my eyes, I would interrupt myself from watching the fireworks I see when they are closed. Actually, the fireworks that lit inside me happened every time I felt her tongue and her touch on me as I grew really hard.

n: pisting mga miron ini... magsitigil kayo ng mga hirit nyo... nawawala sa flow si franc0... @franc0don't mind them... tuloy mo ang kwento...

11 : silent waves, silent kisses

We were still standing outside the door of the car, kissing and touching. One hand on the key trying to press the damn switch to open the door but somehow stupid me was unable to do it. I couldn’t stop myself anymore, I put the key inside my pocket and with my two hands lifted her sweats. I stooped down to finally give her nipples proper kisses. A lingering tongue. A sweet tug. It was just unbearable. I needed to do it.

If our friends went out of the house, it would have been obvious what we were doing. I turned my head a bit to look at the house, but she grabbed my hand, pulled it up, I wasn’t looking at this, I was just feeling it --- all of a sudden, I felt her tongue licking my open palm. From the base of my palm, then up to my fingers, then she put my index finger, all of it inside her mouth. I could feel her tongue moving inside her mouth caressing my finger. Then she sucked my finger.

Argh! Fireworks!

She was actually making me feel what she felt in the beach when I licked my finger and got her nipple wet. (ha ha ha) Ginagantihan ako!

I found the whole thing strange. We were actually pleasuring each other like we have been doing it for a long time. Di ba ganon yun, the longer you stay with a person, the more you do it, you discover things each one is willing to do and what works. Not everyone like the same thing, and not everyone enjoy the same things. It takes time to discover what works. But for some reason she and I knew what to do to each other and they all work very well. Meron din palang soul mate on sex, not just the soul.

When she did that, wala, I had to get to it na. I took the key out from my pocket and I finally was able to open the door. We flopped inside it. She sat first, I was half on the seat of the car and half my body outside the car. We were still kissing and touching.

A flurry of movements ensued. We were trying to get naked. Well, she was the one who wanted to get naked faster than I did. She was wearing pants and it was difficult to remove them in such a cramped space.

This was now like fast forward motions, jerky and hurried. And of course clumsy. She needed to raise her foot up to the dashboard to remove her tight jeans. I was struggling to keep my balance while trying to remove my pants. All of that In between kissing and touching each other and my head turning to look towards the house.

It was windy cold but I was starting to feel so hot. I was on the verge of forming a sweat. With a sudden jerk, she got the seat to recline, put her foot up to the dashboard, but in the process she nudged me out of the door. I fell out of the car.

Thud!

s: ^ franco grrrr!!! stop making sagot.....just continue....

I wanted to laugh when I fell out of the car. I also dropped the key and was worried I might not find it in the sand. What the hell was I going to do? Remove my pants (no time to remove shirt! needed to remove only the most essential clothes) or look for the key?

E kasi corny ako, looking for the key won. I looked for the key. Madilim. Mahirap mahanap. I was on all fours looking for it. Half looking with my eyes, half feeling the keys with my hand.

Peripheral vision, I could see her struggling to remove her pants. Siguro kasi dala na rin ng lito at pagmamadali. It was funny, I could hear coins from the pockets of her pants fall out from it.

The stupid car key rolled under the car, siguro nasipa ko. Wasn’t too far, but I needed to bend down to look at it to get it. I did that na to get it over with. I wanted to finish whatever it is I had to do so that I can concentrate on what I have been wanting to do to her since early that evening. It wasn’t also helping that sand was getting in the way. Madudumihan yung kotse ko and more importantly, I don’t like to eat sand. (ha ha ha)

I finally got the key. As I was about to move up , I saw her feet and legs, one on my left, the other on my right. They were naked, her pants removed now. That also meant she had her legs spread. (goose bumps!) I slowly looked up…

s: brrr..... I got goosebumps too! But i thought first, fvck you franc0, dont go looking for the stupid keys now!!!

12 : silent waves, silent kisses

Again, parang movies ---- slow motion, my head from looking under the car, one foot of hers on my left, the other on my right, they had no pants on. Her legs were spread.......

Remember what I said? That this felt really strange because we seem to know instinctively how to pleasure each other although this was our first encounter ever? This is again one of those moments. I find it so sexy when the woman spreads her legs in front of me. To show it to me. To make me look at her from that angle and that position. It was surrender.

When I am in such a horny mood, and I want it be real kinky and hot, I would usually spread her legs apart or ask her to spread them for me so I can look at her. That would spark so much libido in me that at that point, I would be willing to do anything whatever she asks of me. It wasn’t only surrender, it was also complete trust. She didn’t know that, but she was obviously doing it to please me.

I looked up. Before I could completely tilt my head up, I saw her hand hold the handle bar at the top of the door, and she pulled herself up to move herself forward towards me. As soon as I got my full vision of how she was seated, she was able to pull herself up closer to me. I blinked, she didn’t have undies on. She had very thin hair. She was naked. And it was in front of my face.

franc0: hold on lang. i have to go to the loyola house of studies. i have to do something there. its related to the story.

p: oist franco daanan mo ko wento mo na the rest of the story

s: Damn you franc0, bitin na naman!! kala ko naman when I see your name as the last poster, may installment na naman. Will we be seeing story-end by sunset?

s: oist balik ka dito finish your story

i: franc0, show up sa EB next time. dami na tuloy gusto maka-meet sa yo

i: Im am not from InP..minsan lng ako mapadaan dito but when I read franco's story hay naku abangers na rin ako dito..heheh!...(lol)@franco galing galing mo namn magkwento..you're like an award winner romance novelist..gwapo ka ba?..heheh..habang binabasa ko tuloy yung story mo feeling ko ang pogi mo..galing mo kasi..galing mong magsulat and syempre napaka sweet and romantic mo na rin..does anyone here knows franco personally? ano itsura nya..hahah..

f: anak ng kamote! nabitin ako dun! asan na ka na franco!?!?

s: ^ oy, franc0, wag kang pasaway! tuloy mo yung kwento!!!

p: ang daming napupuyat sa kakaabang...sadista ka franco

It will sound funny to you, but my first instinct and I can’t explain why was to remove my eyes from what was in front of me. It was there, inviting, surrendered to me and though I only had a split second look at it, I knew it was wet. I looked up to look at her eyes instead. I wanted her to look at my eyes so that her own eyes can see the build up of emotions, the lust and desire that were percolating inside of me. Again for some strange reason, I did not feel the urge to talk. It felt like words will not be adequate in this situation. It felt like the most eloquent way to express the build up was for her eyes to look into mine. This was what we wanted - to see the unspoken words, not to hear them.

I realize now that that time with her was a constant battle between the mind and the flesh. And that every time the mind won. I was giving in to lust through the mind. When I looked up, I saw her eyelids open up just in time to see mine. I saw the same kind of desire I had. It felt I was looking at my eyes through a mirror.

Then I thought I saw her eyes smile. Instinctively, my hand moved, from her knee, not flat, but in a cupping shape with only the three middle fingers touching her skin. It moved from her knee, turned right and deeper into between her thighs. Moved up. My fingers were shaking, it was full of desire and a demand to get there but it knew that holding back now will give more pleasure later. Isn’t giving her the most pleasure I knew how to give the very reason for this?

As my hand traveled upwards, she spread her legs wider to accommodate my hand and perhaps to ask me to speed it up. I saw her two hands hold on to the handle bar above, actually she was now gripping it and was slowly lifting up her body to push what she was showing me between her legs that were spread apart. She was shaking as my hand was.

Her inner thighs felt nice to the touch. Just three of my fingers were on her flesh, but it felt real good that it felt all of my flesh was caressing her. I was touching her so gently, almost like soft feathers traveling from down up through her inner thighs. I could be forceful, I could be grabbing her, pushing, rough even but I thought being like that will not do the moment justice.

Being gentle, tentative, round about now in my mind was the best way to make her feel the overwhelming desire I had for her. Women can be familiar with lust, love even but true desire is something they do not get often and yet I knew this was important tonight. I wanted her to understand in the most eloquent way I could say it that she was desired.

p: almost surreal mamaya naman

s: hala, inabot ng madaling araw si p sa kahihintay ng update!!