The Secret Files

Do Me (1)

Do Me (1)

'Jay'

This was one of the days where I got home early from attending college classes from about 7 AM to 3PM in the afternoon. I've called my significant other throughout the day, calling and texting me non-stop, asking if no one's following me around or one of my friends had voluntarily decided to come and drop me off at the dormitory I'd been renting for that particular semester.

But then something happened. You see, my significant other doesn't get home early from working late hours at some law firm and attending graduate school in the daytime. It was rather unusual for him to be texting me and asking if I could meet him at the hotel he's been wanting to visit since it first officially opened about a year ago. It had been a while since we both hung out together like any other couple would. Our busy schedules took a toll on our overall relationship and we have been trying our hardest to make it work at all costs.

We didn't come from wealthy backgrounds. My family had been struggling financially since I first came into the world. My significant other had to deal with the fact that being the sole breadwinner in the family was anything but enjoyable to come to terms with. Despite this, we still managed to get a decent education.

Once I arrived at the hotel, I went straight to the lobby. Everything was arranged meticulously. It almost felt like I couldn't bring myself to sit on one of the chairs. The pristine quality of the fabric covering one of those chairs was immediately throwing me off ever since I got there.

My significant other started waving at me, calling me over to the concierge. He had given me one of the key cards that we could use separately. Usually my significant other wouldn't choose a hotel for us to spend quality time together. It was typically at his place. I remember the times I would sit on his bed and there would be pieces of paper and uncapped highlighters and pieces of crackers and candy wrappers scattered all over it.

We decided to take the elevator together. It didn't take long for us to get to our floor. He had been excited over this whole thing. One big room with an overlooking window. He had been carefully considering and analyzing the rates per room. Sometimes he could go overboard and pay more since he was always the kind of person who never allows himself to underpay services. He had already told me beforehand that I don't have to pay him back. He had been saving up for this moment and is making sure of the fact that we savor all of it.

We finally got to our room. Everything smelled nice right away. The curtains were pulled over to the side so we can have a view of those buildings and the sky that had been boasting nothing but absolute rainfall.
We made our way to the bed. Judging by the look of this place, it must have taken room attendants over an hour to clean this whole place up.

"Do you like the view?" He asked. I turned around to see him smiling. "I mean, we could switch rooms if you don't vibe well with this room."

"No, it's fine. I...actually do like it," I said in reponse.

"So, um," his eyes began to wander around the place. "Should we shower together?"

I couldn't help but feel my cheeks warm up in embarrassment. I shifted my focus towards the window. "Um, I don't know...I..."

"You don't have to feel nervous. It's just you and me," he reassured. "If you don't like the idea of being naked together..."

"Oh no, it's fine," I said. "It's just that..." I paused to recollect myself. "I can't believe this is really happening."

My significant other and I have yet to experience the act of intimacy that we all have become familiar with. It's not that we're opposed to sleeping together. I would like to imagine what kind of sensation I would feel if he has his hands all over me—touching every single body part that I felt insecure and uncomfortable of anyone else looking at or even touching it.