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
