Housemates with Benefits

Sabrina (6)

A sound woke me up from my deep, restless sleep. I blinked from the darkness and closed my eyes again. That must have been a figment of my formless dream. It is nothing.

“Fuuuck …”

Did I just hear that?

Napailing ako. It must have just been a dream. Better get back to sleep.

Ngunit bago pa man ako muling pumikit, narinig ko na naman ang ungol. I am not dreaming. That was definitely a s****l moan.

When another drawn out ‘f**k’ resounded in my room, napabangon na ako at inabot ang switch ng bedside lamp to throw a soft low light around the room.

Sumandig ako sa headboard and stared at the wall separating my room from Oliver’s. What the heck is happening there? I thought wala siyang bitbit na babae ngayong gabi. I saw nobody else kanina sa kuwarto niya when I went there to check on him.

“Holy f**k, baby.”

Okay. That was definitely Oliver. At may kasama siya.

Sa isang taong pakikinig ko sa nightly live show niya, ito ang unang pagkakataong malinaw ko siyang narinig na magsalita. Grunts and growls lang dati ang naririnig ko. Ang kadalasang maingay ay ang lady of the night niya. Sila ang madalas na vocal at demanding.

Somehow, I guess he was conscious na baka marinig ko sila kaya he was toning it down. Although, if that is the case, bakit hindi niya pinapatahimik ang kapareha niya completely? Or go somewhere else with more privacy?

His current partner must really be good to make Oliver forget himself and make him say these dirty, dirty words.

Napatingin ako sa wall clock.

He must be with one special woman. Lampas ala una na ng umaga pero nandoon pa rin ang babae sa kabilang kuwarto. Usually, by the stroke of midnight, the lady is out of the door na. Walang palya.

Nakatulog ako kaninang kampante sa isiping kaming dalawa lang ni Oliver ang tao sa bahay ngayong gabi. Iyon ang akala ko dahil nga wala siyang kasama sa kabila nang sumilip ako roon kanina.

Napag-initan niya pa ako kaya ang buong akala ko ay nagsimula na ang s*x ban ng coach nila kaya mainit ang ulo. Walang bitbit na babae kaya sexually frustrated.

It seems I am wrong.

“Damn you! Make me come, slut.”

Namula ako roon. It was too loud that it sounded so near. Para bang nasa iisang kuwarto lang kami at sa akin niya iyon sinasabi.

Frustration and yearning is evident in his voice. I am extremely curious. What does the woman who makes Oliver San Martin beg like that look like?

Once again, I stared at the wall and tried to conjure what Oliver and his partner is doing right now. Usually, my imagination is quite good at coming up with something. Tonight, I drew a blank. Kahit anong gawin kong imagine sa scenario sa kabilang kuwarto, wala talagang pumapasok sa utak ko.

I’m so dying of curiosity here! What if— Nah!

Too absurd. I am being absurd.

I am thinking of sneaking in a look.

Wala akong mukhang ihaharap kay Oliver kapag nahuli niya ako. 

What if hindi naman niya ako mahuli?

And would it really be so bad if mahuli niya ako?

If he really wanted to be discreet, dapat hindi niya inuuwi sa bahay ang mga babae niya. Sa bahay kung saan may ibang taong nakatira. Namely, me.

Another muttered oath from Oliver made up my mind for me. I can’t stand the questions running through my brain! I have to see what’s happening. Bahala na si Batman kung mahuli.

With that thought, I crept out of my room like a thief and tiptoed towards the other door.

For a fraction of a second, I hesitated.

Pero nang hawakan ko ang seradura and tried it, it was unlocked. Parang heavenly sign talaga. Or rather, devilish sign kasi duda ako kung approved ng mga anghel itong ginagawa ko. Anyway, I committed to being a voyeur and pushed the door.

I was expecting darkness kaya to say that I was surprised sa nakita ko is a colossal understatement. The light from the bedside table is highlighting the prone figure of Oliver in the middle of his bed. Prone and in a weird position.

He is on his back by the edge of the bed. Ang pareho niyang paa ay flat sa sahig habang ang mga binti ay nakabuka. Ang mga kamay niya ay nasa crotch area niya which raised a lot of questions in my head.

What is he doing? And why is he moaning like he is f*****g someone when he is absolutely alone?

I was so confused, until he moved his hands. Then nag-connect ang lahat. Phew. He is touching himself lang pala. Akala ko kung ano na.

Madi-disappoint na sana ako until nag-sink in na talaga sa akin kung ano ang nakikita ko. And then I am all, oh-my-freaking God! 

He is m**********g. Like honest to God, kinakamay ni Oliver San Martin ang sarili niya!

My jaw dropped and I gasped.

He heard me at agad niyang binitiwan ang sarili at napaupo. I am too shocked to be impressed with the strength of the guy’s core. For the life of me, I couldn’t sit up as fast, smoothly, and as easily as he did.

All the thoughts of being impressed flew out of my brain a second after ko iyon naisip. Nagtama ang aming mga mata and I was rooted on my spot by the door.

Busted and I can’t seem to do anything about it.

I am expecting him to storm off the bed and shout at me at palayasin ako sa bahay ora mismo. I wouldn’t even make a squeak if he does.

But he didn’t.

Oh, my freaking God, he didn’t.

Instead, he held my gaze for a second in real time but felt like eternity to me.

He glanced at his c**k which made me glance at it, too. Oh my freaking God again. His c**k, like the rest of him, is huge. How did all those women take him? Kaya pala ang iingay nila kasi hindi biro ang kargada nitong housemate ko.

He glanced at me again, smirked, and resumed his self-inflicted handjob. Holding my gaze, he tugged at himself faster.

My face feels like it’s on fire and I’m waiting for the pandidiri to wash over me, pero wala. I’m not repulsed. What I am is riveted. And that is in all shades of wrong.

Pero mas mali ang paraan ng pagtitig sa akin ni Oliver. He is not supposed to look at me like he is in a desert and I’m his oasis. He licked his tongue over his lips, slowed down his hand, and with the other, crooked a finger at me.

“Come here, Sabrina.”

I should stop looking at him. Get away from the door. Run to my room, lock the door, and throw away the key. Not take a step into the room.

“Come,” said the spider to the fly.

And just like the fly, I fell into his web, a willing victim.