Lipad-Alapaap (Girlhood Series #3)

14

"So, virgin ka pa talaga, 'no?"

I did not know how and why our conversation went to sexual experiences. In that department, he was my first experience. I was not ready to do anything with my first boyfriend. I felt young because I was younger than sixteen. The world of novels and movies made me believe that my age today was the right time to explore explicit fantasies.

"Yes. Ayoko kasi ng gano'n dati, e," I admitted.

"So ngayon, gusto mo na?" he asked, smirking. "Tara?"

I shook my head, as well as the idea of having sex. "No. Ayoko. Takot ako mabuntis."

He nodded his head as a response. "Okay. Naiintindihan ko."

Honestly, he seemed not to understand I didn't want it. He proceeded to telling me his sexual encounters with his ex-girlfriend. He even described the feeling when that certain sensitive part was touched or being stimulated. For some reason, I felt something ticklish down there. It suddenly longed to be held.

"You're so hot." I heard him say, it was almost a whisper.

The next thing I knew, I was stripping off in front of him. I showed him parts I never showed to anyone as he jacked off — his screen was in an earthquake, it was shaking intensely. Limang minuto lang ang nakalipas at natapos na rin siya. Humirit siya ng second round at pumayag naman ako. I liked his reaction. For some reason, it was giving me satisfaction — his look with creased forehead and circled mouth, running out of breath as he reach for his own climax.

It was our nightly routine. The wholesome calls sharing about what happened to our day turned sensual. His pinkish manhood welcoming me in the screen and my immature and naïve body satisfying his needs. I never felt satisfied with this thing. In this event, he was the only one filled with enjoyment as he never failed to finish his part. I wanted to feel satisfied, and so I requested something.

"Can you show yourself cumming?" I asked.

"Sure baby," he said. "Damn, you're so hot."

I cringed. Guilt immediately entered my system for feeling that way. I thought, perhaps I was not as sexually engaged as him and was not used to hearing him speak English. He gave me a heads up that he was coming. For a moment, I was amazed at male's reproductive system — in ejaculation specifically. That thick white liquid coming out from his manhood gave a smile on my lips.

"Nice one, solid," I uttered. It was my bare reaction that those words suddenly slipped out of my lips.

"Nice one solid, amputa. Nakakainis! Nakakainis!"

He kept on saying nakakainis. My brain couldn't fathom why. I couldn't understand reasons why he was getting annoyed at my reaction. I kept on questioning myself silently if I said something wrong.

"Sige na, good night na. Matulog ka na." 

"Good night."

He was the one who ended the call. His reaction left my jaw on the floor, questioning myself what I did wrong. I have thought a thousand of reasons but I still couldn't fathom why he was pissed. Was he starting to see me as an object that isn't to allowed to say anything after the deed?

And so I became aloof with him when it comes to engaging ourselves in an explicit manner. I wanted what we had back then — those wholesome conversations where we would just laugh and savor each other's presence. But I guess, that is no longer possible by now. Lust grew in him.

"Hi baby," he greeted me when I answered his call one night.

"Hello." I smiled.

"Ganda mo."