Housemates with Benefits

Sabrina (3)

Since that first meeting, I learned plenty about a lot of things— about Oliver San Martin, this house, and myself.

As it turned out, Oliver is a man of his word. He really was not joking when he said that he brings a woman home every single night. Nahihinto lang kapag nag-a-announce ang coach nila ng s*x ban.

He is not just the biggest manslut in school. Siya rin ang hari ng one-night stands. Iba’t ibang babae ang inuuwi. Amazing na hindi siya nauubusan ng supply.

This perfect, perfect house wasn’t so perfect aftter all. It has one great flaw at nalaman ko lang iyon when Oliver started bringing his women home.

Ang nipis ng pader sa pagitan ng kuwarto namin! Parang noong ginagawa itong bahay, last minute na lang naisipan ng construction team na gawing dalawang kuwarto ang second floor. By the time na ginagawa na ang dividing wall, naubusan na ng budget. The wall is so thin it has no prayer of blocking the moans and grunts coming from the other room.

Mabuti sana kung moans and grunts lang, kaso I could also hear the occasional bumps and grind against the wall. That happens when the woman Oliver brought home is the first after the games and his team won.

Last semester, I watched wide-eyed as a framed wall decoration fell to the floor—glass down—from the vibrations off the wall. Hindi na ako muling naglagay nang kahit na ano sa pader na iyon.

I also found out that I, Sabrina Rodriguez, is a big pervert. Gustuhin ko mang maglupasay, magtapon ng gamit, at sabunutan ang sarili ko in denial, the fact remains: I am hopelessly perverted.

Gusto kong sisihin ang bahay na ito, si Oliver, and all those women he brought over and made s*x noises with, as the root of all my perversions. But the sad truth is, may buto na ng kamanyakan sa akin. It just germinated when I started living here.

The first night that I heard Oliver’s bed creaking, followed by heavy breathings and moanings, I should have run out of the house screaming. But I didn’t. I stayed, laid there on my bed, and listened to Oliver San Martin take a woman.

Noong una, puro halinghing lang ng babae ang naririnig ko. May mga sinasabi siyang hindi ko maintindihan. They were muffled.

I am not a total prude. I’ve watched porn before. Pero ni sa panaginip, hindi ko kailanman naisip that I would be in this situation na live kong naririnig ang mga ’to. I giggled at the weirdness of it all.

Then, out of nowhere, I heard a gruff voice joining the female moans. At that point, hindi ko na nagawang humagikhik pa. Instead, I wanted to get closer so I could hear him more. Hear Oliver more. I acted on that desire.

I got off my bed and approached the wall, putting my ears to it. I should be hearing what the woman was saying but those were filtered out by my brain. Tanging si Oliver lang ang naririnig ko. Ang mahina niyang ungol, his whispered instructions to his partner, his praises. All those. My goodness! It felt like he was so near na sinasabi niya ang mga iyon diretso sa akin.

When I started feeling hot and bothered, I knew I should have moved away from that wall. My brain was scolding me, telling me that what I am doing is wrong pero para akong na-possess nang gabing iyon.

I got closer to the wall, and the next thing I knew, I was rubbing against it. Yeah, I, the big hussy that I am, was humping the wall imagining it to be Oliver. And of course, every woman knows that humping a wall would not be enough if you are imagining a s*x god. You have to get something inside of you at that point. And, I did.

Touching myself is not new to me. Sabi ko nga, may kamanyakan na ako dati pa. All normal, breathing female is kahit ano pang deny niyan. Besides, twenty na rin naman ako that time and I’ve experimented before

Pero hindi naman ako total expert at m**********n na may d***o ako and other paraphernalia. Estudyante lang ako na may binaba- yarang renta sa bahay at school projects. I cannot afford to buy s*x toys. But I do have dexterous fingers and I made good use of one of them that night.

I took my pajama pants off and left my panties on. In my previous sessions with myself, it was enough to just cup my mound with my right hand, place my middle finger against my slit that I can feel through the panties, and finger myself without total penetration.

I tried it for a minute and knew that it would not get me off that night. I needed something more in me, preferably Oliver. Since there is no way that I can ever have him, I just have to make do. And I did with my trusty middle finger.

I finally understood why the universal sign for ‘f**k you’ is a middle finger. Of all the digits on a person’s hand, its length brings the most pleasurable experience known to womanhood. As soon as I slid mine inside my slit, my eyeballs rolled back into my head. Swear.

It did not feel this great before. When I started to move my finger inside of me in time to Oliver’s rhythmic pounding, I died and went to s*x heaven.

I’ve never pleased myself this good before. So good that when I reached climax, I had no choice but to take my finger out of me as soon as I started to peak. My sensitivity would have made it painful to take it out afterwards. Also, I needed both hands to crawl back to bed after I went limp.

Wrung out with my self-administered orgasm, I took off my wet panties and threw them against the wall. Drowsy na ako pero si Oliver at ang kapareha niya ay nagsisimula na naman for the second round.

Before succumbing to sleep, I told myself to finally get a boyfriend and have him do to me what I imagine Oliver is doing to the woman in the other room.

All of this happened a year ago.

Now, I am still here and eavesdropping on my housemate’s hyperactive s*x life. Once again, currently getting myself off to the rhythm of his f*****g. Pero sa kama ko na lang ginagawa.

Hindi na ako umulit to finger myself against the wall while Oliver is pounding someone else sa kabila. Pagkagising ko kasi at naalala ko ang ginawa ko, namatay ako sa hiya.

At baka mahuli niya ako. As I have said, manipis lang ang pader sa pagitan ng mga kuwarto namin. If I could see the wall tremble while he humps someone against it, it goes without saying that he could see it, too, kung ako ang gumawa noon. And since alam niya namang siya lang ang nag-uuwi ng f**k buddy sa bahay na ito, he would reach the inevitable conclusion that he inspires me to masturbate and that would just plain kill me.

Tama na ang alam kong manyak ako. Oliver does not need to know.

“Oli ... Oli ... Oliiii ...”

Gritting my teeth in an effort not to follow the other woman’s moans and make a sound myself, I followed along as she pants.

Sa utak ko, I am screaming Oliver’s full name. Unlike other women, Oliver does it for me. Hindi Oli. Oli just reminds me of Olivia and there is nothing feminine about Oliver.

The woman’s breathing changed. Both of them must be nearing the point of no return and shame if I would be left behind. I strummed my c**t faster and without warning, I climaxed so hard I saw the pearly gates of heaven for a millisecond.

If I had the strength, pumalakpak na ako. As it was, tumagilid na lang ako patalikod sa pader na palaging s*x prop ni Oliver, then tried to get my breathing back to normal.

Sinasabi ng alarm clock sa study table na alas-nuwebe na nang gabi. Meaning, may tatlong oras pa until Oliver’s playtime is over. I groaned.

Gusto kong manatiling nakahiga, but if I do, mauuwi na naman ako sa sariling sikap dahil maririnig ko na naman ang s*x noises nila. Tahimik pa ang lahat ngayon dahil the two must be recovering. As soon as Oliver is ready, they will surely go at it again.

Napabuntonghininga na lang ako at pilit na tumayo mula sa kama. I got fresh panties at muling sinuot ang hinubad kong pajama pants.

With my reading materials in my hands, I went out of the room and forced myself not to take a glance sa nakaawang na pinto ng kabilang kuwarto. Bumaba na ako at pumunta sa kusina. I could have chosen the sala but that is still dangerously close to the action. Natatakot akong marinig ko pa rin sila.

So, the kitchen table it is. I dumped my reading materials on it, sat on a chair and applied myself to studying Scandinavian design theories.