The Long Weekend (A Novelette)

Chapter 8

My body hasn't forgotten how it felt good to make love to Sid.

My mouth, hands and skin responded eagerly to every touch, bite and nibbling.

I knew I was drunk.

But I also knew what I was doing.

***

I didn't expect to fall much less find her sleeping on the floor.

Malay ko ba na seseryosohin niya talaga ang sinabi niya?

But this was Sid.

Ninety-nine percent of the time ay gagawin niya ang sinabi niya lalo na pagdating sa akin.

***

When Tita Marga casually announced that I would be sharing the room with Sid, I knew this would happen.

This was no different from when we were still together.

We always had sex.

A lot of it.

We couldn't keep our hands off each other aside from we really like doing it.

Sometimes I wonder if it had to do with the fact that our relationship was a secret.

It was thrilling for me.

That feeling na baka may makahuli sa amin.

But no one did.

Maingat naman kami kasi nga baka mabuking kami.

Kung may nakakahalata man sa ginagawa namin, no one said anything.

***

After I came, Sid laid on her back while I move downwards.

We were both slick from sweat.

The air in the room was thick and smelled of sex.

My heart was pumping and my adrenaline was still high.

I positioned myself between her legs and braced my hands on her warm thighs.

"What are you doing?" She whispered.

I raised my head.

She was propped on her elbows.

"What do you think?" I wondered if she saw my evil grin.

"Lee..." She pleaded but I wasn't about to let the night end without her getting an orgasm.

We were good like that even then.

There were a few times when it was harder to come and we would end up cuddling.

But we almost always made up for those moments.

Before she could protest, I parted the soft hair and drew my face closer.

The musky scent made my blood roil with pleasure.

I stuck my tongue out and licked her wetness from bottom to top.

Sidney moaned and lifted her hips.

It was just what I needed to know that she approved of what I did.

She clutched the edge of the sheets, knuckles turning white, veins popping.

I nipped her clit and lost my mind when she said my name over and over.

If this was before, she wouldn't be this quiet.

The restraint with which she was trying not to scream threw me over the edge.

That excitement of hiding, of being careful of what we do or where we kiss, was back.

The soft moans and whispered pleas heightened my arousal.

By the time Sid's body shook and her strong thighs almost suck the air out of my lungs, I was ready to give it another go.

Sid must have known how horny I was.

Before my body hit the crumpled sheets, she climbed on top of me.

Without much of a prelude, she stroked me again till I came.