Wild Nights 3: Tainted Obsession

Chapter 3: Time

C H A P T E R   3 :

T I M E

JEAN cupped her butt cheeks pushing them upward. Wala nang nagawa pa si Heather kundi ang iliyad ang pang-ibabang katawan. Her lower back curved. She did it for a purpose: for the man could get full access to every corner of her womanhood. Kahit pa nga alam niya na hindi naman niya dapat pang gawin.

The man's mouth was so skillful. He knew exactly what to do and how to please her as if he already knew where the woman's weaknesses were. Damn, noon nga lang nadama ni Heat ang ganoong klase ng pakiramdam. It was a kind of a feeling that was beyond her comprehension. Dumating pa siya sa puntong iniabot niya ang likod ng ulo ng lalaki. She stroke his hair just to let him feel he was doing a great job. 

"You like what I'm doing?" tanong ng lalaki.

"Yes . . . I love it, Jean." Mabilis ang pagsagot niyang iyon. At mabilis rin iyong tinugan ni Jean — sliding his tongue to her entrance. "Oh, god! I think I'm gonna . . ." Naialis niya ang kamay sa ulo nito saka naitutop iyon sa bibig. Her lower body was now vigorously wobbling as Jean's thrust became rapid. May kung anong kumikiliti sa kanyang puson. Heather's knowledge on that matter was limited but she knew it wasn't just a tickle; she was about to come. Nadama naman na niya rin iyong ganoon nang minsang hindi siya nakatiis na galawin ang sarili. 

However, that sense of urgency inside of her was a little new — triple sa kung anumang naramdaman niya noon. And if Jean would cease what he was doing, she would die. Fortunately, he didn't. Pumailanlang nga lamang ang ungol ni Heather sa bawat sulok ng silid.

She thought she could have time to find her breathing; she was wrong, for when Jean wasn't done yet. Tumayo itong agad siyang ipinihit paharap saka siya siniil sa mga labi. His hand immediately went between her legs. Sa pang-ibabang panloob ay isinilid doon ng lalaki ang kamay. He rubbed her flesh, turned every fold before sliding a finger inside her.

Hustong napakapit si Heather kay Jean. Sa bibig nito ay doon niya inilabas ang ungol sanhi ng pagkaskas nito sa kanyang pagkbabae. The pleasure was devine. He indeed was good. 

At ang kasarapang iyon ang nagtulak sa kanya para hindi na pag-isipan ang mga salitang kusang lumabas sa kanyang bibig. "I want to respond in kind." Walang pag-aalangan ang tono niya. She even said it as she looked at him in the eye. If it was because of the spirit of the alcohol why she had been acting as if she had experienced s*x once, she would never know.

Maybe, Heather's assumption was right: her lust for him would reveal how wild she was. And it did, as she kneeled in front of him, unbuckling his belt. "I haven't done this before."

Ngumiti ang lalaki saka hinaplos siya sa pisngi. "You are still a virgin?" patanong na sabi nito, tila kinukumpirma ang nasa isip. 

Tumango siya, iniaalis na ang pagkakabutones ng pantalon nito. 

"And you want to learn how to give a man a . . .?"

She unzipped his pants. "Hand job and a blow job." 

Hindi kumibo ang lalaki. Isang tango lamang ang ginawa nito. Muli ay hinaplos siya sa pisngi. Before she knew,  she was stroking the gorgeous man's c**k that was so well-hung and so clean. Jean taught her how to do it. Jean also instructed her how to properly licked and sucked it. Everything went so casual that Heather seemed didn't feel ashamed. Ah, he wasn't just good at giving s****l pleasure, he was also good at teaching her how to give s****l pleasure. His length seemed just grazing inside her mouth, yet it went deeper at the back of her throat over and over again without a hassle.

Jean was delectated, so was her.

Bagaman bigla ay walang kahirap-hirap na binuhat siya nito saka ibinaba malapit sa kama. He kissed her again all the while positioning himself on the bed. Kusang sumunod na lang katawan niya hanggang sa makahiga ito nang tuluyan. She was now on his top, still tasting each other's mouth.

Sa puntong iyon ay hindi na mahalaga kay Heather kung ano na ang mangyayari bukas, kung naroroon pa ba iyong rason na ipinaglaban niya sa sarili bakit siya naroroon ngayon kasama ng lalaki. God! She was making her insane that she only cared about having him inside her this instant as she sensed his hard, enormous length against her flesh.

"I need you, Jean." Hindi na niya napigilan pang sabihin. 

He just smiled once again. At muli, pinaghinang ang kanilang mga labi. He wrapped his arm around her curves. It controlled how much Heather could lean her body over to him. He never cut the kiss though, not until he pointed his length towards her entrance. Hanggang sa gumawi ang bibig nito sa isang dibdib niya. He sucked a n****e. The pleasure caused by his tongue and his mouth was too much Heather didn't notice his arm around her was pushing down her waist. 

She didn't feel uncomfortable, nor the pain. She only felt his c**k grazed between her legs before the sensation of its head as it entered her. Nang mas itulak ni Jean ang pang-ibabang katawan niya, noon lamang siya napasinghap. It followed by Jean's hand reaching down her c**t—he rubbed it. Heather squeezed the sheet near the side of his head. She felt so full inside and still no pain at all.

Tumingala ito sa kanya saka sinabi, "Control over, honey."

She did, at a slow pace, as Jean continued lashing his tongue over her breast, kneading it with his one hand, while the other was busy rubbing her c**t. She wanted to close her eyes because of the overwhelming pleasure this man was giving to her. But she couldn't. The way he flicked his tongue over her skin, his pleasurable facial expression, was telling her how much he wanted to please her. The view of him was a paradise, the most beautiful thing she had seen.

Jean was patient though as if he was telling her to take her time to get used to the feeling. If it was too soon or too later, she wasn't sure when she seemed to be about to reach an orgasm. Marahil ay nadama iyon ng lalaki; he held both of her butt cheeks then thrust deep inside her. They stared at each other's eyes, exchanging breaths. Her hands were on his chest, her body was convulsing whenever she reached the peak; she came again and again.

It took another one before he laid her on the bed sideways, holding her other leg up and again filled her in with so much force her body shook once. "Oh, my God!" She yelled it many times, as he continued shoving his enormous length inside her. 

Heather would never forget the experience, every bit of it, especially how Jean skillfully drew out his manhood and released his c*m on her hip.

***

NAGMULAT siyang may kung anong nadarama sa kanyang tainga. Wala pa man, sumisigid man ang kung anong sakit sa ulo, ay si Jean ang bumungad. Nakatagilid pa rin si Heather sa kama. He was at her back. Nakatunghay ito sa mukha niya. 

Napabalikwas siya ng upo. "How long have I been knocked out?" Nilinga pa niya ang glass door sa silid na natatabingan ng kurtina. Wala pang liwanag na tumatagos mula roon. 

"One hour and . . ." Tila napaisip ang lalaki. "Thirty minutes, I think."

Sabay silang napasandal sa headboard ng kama. Nanakit man ang ulo ay dama niyang nakahubad pa rin siya. Bagaman ay nakabalot ang kumot sa katawan niya. Her body was aching too, and she was swollen. Nonetheless, every inch of her was satisfied. Much more satisfied to see Jean still there, beside her. Wala itong damit pang-itaas at may kung anong kumiliti na naman sa gitna ng mga hita niya. Kakatwa rin ay parang wala man lang hiya na nadama si Heather, na parang palagay na agad ang loob niya sa lalaki.

Anuman ang dahilan bakit ganoon, hindi pa rin niya alam.

"And you just woke up?" tanong niya, "o hindi ka natulog?"

Nilingon siya nito. "I couldn't sleep; I was watching you sleeping."

Napangiti siya, pahapyaw na tiningnan lang ang orasang pambisig. Alas tres y kinse na ng madaling araw. "Hindi ko namalayang nakatulog ako."

"You just closed your eyes the moment we—you know, then you fell asleep right then and there."

Pasimpleng nakagat niya ang labi, minasahe ang nananakit na sentido. 

"Oh, by the way," bahagyang bumaba ang lalaki mula sa kama. Pagharap nito ay may iniiabot na itong isang baso na naglalaman ng kung anong puting inumin. "Drink this. It could lessen your hangover."

Hindi naman napigilan ni Heather na ngumiti. Anong swerte rin ni Yngrid sa lalaki. Kung marahil ganiyan ka-thoughtful ang magiging boyfriend niya, walang dahilan para magloko pa.  "Thanks." Kinuha niya ang baso. Pagkasipsip ay saka niya nabatid na banana shake pala iyon. 

"Finish it," anang lalaki, muling bumalik sa pagkakasandal sa headboard. "So you could take this." Kaswal na iniabot nito ang isang banig ng gamot. Ibuprofen ang label. 

Muli, kinuha niya iyon. "Baka mamaya ma-in-love na ako niyan, ah." Kaswal lang din ang pagkakasabi niya niyon at wala talaga siyang plano na sabihin.  Her mouth seemed to have its own brain. Nais niyang isipin na mali ang lahat. Pero paano niya iisiping mali kung noon lang din niya naranasan ang ganoong pakiramdam? The feeling was new and it felt so good.

She knew she was still young to create the right judgment about her feelings. But that was the point of being young: to experience something new. 

Noon napaharap sa kanya ang lalaki. He looked at her as if he was fascinated. "Aren't you scared of me? What if I kidnap you? Or kill you then throw you somewhere that no one would ever find your body?"

Napaisip siya, kinapa sa dibdib kung anong magiging reaksyon niya. Kakatwa muli dahil wala siyang makapa na kahit anong kaba. Sumipsip muna siya sa inumin. "No. I'm not scared. Because if you have plans to kidnap or kill me, you would've done it while I was sleeping, right?"

"What if I have AIDS?" Sumeryoso ang mukha nito. "I didn't use a condom, just so you know."

Natawa siya. "Then, I go anywhere with you. Mamatay na rin lang naman ako. At least, we can still f**k anytime we want."

Ang lakas ng tawa ng lalaki. "Really? You go anywhere with me?"

"Yes. Walang halong biro; sasama talaga ako sa 'yo."

"So you're trusting me?"

Kumibit ang balikat niya. "I don't know. But if ever you have AIDS, Senator Monteverde would not allow you to go near to Yngrid."

Tumango ito, isang beses, kapagkuwan ay iniiwas ang tingin. He seemed didn't want to talk about his girlfriend. "You're right."

Wala na sa kanila ang umimik pa. Inubos na lamang ni Heather ang iniinom. Nawala nang kaunti ang sakit ng ulo niya, bagaman ay may kung ano sa lalaki na nais niyang malaman. She wanted to ask questions but it was beyond what they did—a one-night stand. It should stay as it was.

"With the way how you glance at me many times, I have a hunch you want to ask questions," bigla ay wika ng lalaki.

Nabigla siya.

"Go on." Itinaas na nito ang isang paa sa kama saka umurong ng upo palapit at paharap sa kanya. 

Pinigilan pa niya ang sarili noong una. Bagaman sa huli, iyong kuryosida niya ay hindi na nakatiis. "How old are you?" tanong niya.

"Thirty-four. Thirty-five this month."

Natutop niya ang bibig. "You looked younger."

Ngumiti lang ang lalaki.

"Is it true you grew up in France?" 

"Yes."

"How you became one of the bodyguards of Senator Monteverde?"

Saglit na nag-iba ang ekspresyon sa mukha nito. "Circumstances." Tipid, bagaman rekta ang tinig. "I was a pornstar before when he helped me finish my college degree, then he asked one of his colleagues to hire me in his security agency here in the Philippines. I was twenty-six by then."

Hindi namamalayan ay napaawang ang bibig niya. "You were a pornstar before?"

Tumango ang lalaki. 

Naintriga siya. "Magz or movie? Porn site?"

"Softcore DVD. So yeah, I did porn movies."

Natulala siya. "Wow. That's shocking. Nasa porn site kaya?" biro niya.

Kaswal na napaisip ang lalaki. "I think so. I haven't check. I mean, that was twelve years ago, you know. Probably the copies were faced out and the original film had been tainted already."

Nais niyang itanong kung anong screen name na gamit nito bagaman hindi na niya itinuloy. She wouldn't want Jean to have an impression that she had an interest in him, bigtime. Sapat na ang mga bahagyang tanong. Nga lang ay wala na rin siyang maisip na itatanong. At ipinagpasalamat iyon ni Heather. Dapat lang na makuntento na siya sa kung ano lang ang mga nalaman niya tungkol sa lalaki. Still, he was Yngrid's boyfriend.

"Any questions?" 

Umiling siya. 

Tumango ito. "I think you should rest."

Pumitik siya sa ere saka ipinatong ang basong wala nang laman sa night stand. "Good idea." 

Abot-kamay namang kinuha nito ang remote sa paanan ng kama saka pinatay na ang ilaw. Tanging dim lights na lamang sa kisame ang natira. Heather's cellphone was on the nightstand too but she chose not to get it. Pihadong mga text na naman ni Olivia ang sasalubong sa kanya. 

Sa huli ay humiga na lamang siya patalikod sa lalaki. Malaki ang kama pero dama niyang doon din ito humiga. Marahil ay nasa dulo ito. Mabuti na rin. 

Pipikit na sana siya nang magsalita ito. "I just want you to know, Heat, I'm delighted of what we did, that you're with me, even just for a while."

"Me too."

It was after Jean took a deep breath when she felt him moving towards her. Their body synched in and it was like in a blink of an eye when they kissed and started to f****d their brains out, again.

Nang magising siya ay wala na si Jean. Idlip lang kung tutuusin ang ginawa niya dahil pasado alas sais pa lamang ng umaga. At kahit nanlalata ang katawan ay dama niya ang pamimigat ng dibdib. Nagtuloy-tuloy ang ganoong pakiramdam hanggang sa bumiyahe siya papuntang club para balikan ang sasakyan niya. Uminom siya ng Ibuprofen bago nilisan ang hotel. Ang masklap, hindi umepekto ang gamot sa kung anong kurot na mayroon doon sa puso niya.

Hindi na nawala pa ang kurot na iyon nang makarating siya sa tapat ng malaking bahay. Sinadya niyang ihinto lang ang sasakyan sa kabilang gilid ng daan. Hindi niya ipinasok sa parking lot para kung sakaling hindi niya matagalan ang ina ay makaalis siya agad. 

But then, Heather ended up not moving in the driver's seat. Ipinikit niyang mga mata saka isinandal ang ulo sa headrest ng upuan. Parang gusto niyang umiyak. Hindi dahil sa maling tao niya ibinigay ang pagkabirhen niya, kundi dahil alam niyang lahat ng nangyari ay hindi na maaaring maulit pa. 

She had to forget what happened between her and Jean. Gayunman, paano niya gagawin kung paulit-ulit na dumadaan sa isip niya ang lahat ng pangyayari? Paano kung halos parang dama pa rin niya iyong naiwang dulot nito sa bawat parte ng katawan niya—particularly that space she felt inside her. It was as if Jean's manhood was still there.

On top of everything, she felt space inside her heart too. Iyon ang tipo ng pakiramdam na nakaranas ka ng breakup pero hindi naman naging kayo. 

Fuck!

Bago pa man maluha ay lumabas na siya mula sa sasakyan. Nagdere-deresto lamang siya hanggang sa loob ng kabahayan. Good thing the three maids were busy; walang nakakita sa pagdating niya. Nasa kusina ang mga ito. Tanaw niya mula sa living area kung saan siya tumigil at tumayo. Marahil ay may kung ano namang naisipan si Aling Fely na iluto. Ganoon ang gawain nito kapag alam nang magkakaroon na naman sila ng away ng ina. Pagkain lang naman ang nakapagpapabawas ng sama ng loob niya bukod sa pagpunta sa Zenclub.

Bagaman mula sa kinatatayuan niya, tanaw rin ang ina sa second floor. Linggo ngayon. May simba. Pero hayun ang nanay niya: nasa harap pa rin ng altar nitong puno ng mga santo, nagrorosaryo pa rin. At sa ganoong siste na wala ang ama sa nakagawiang tambayan nito—ang sofa sa sala, pihadong umalis ito at doon na naman nagkulong sa Dean's office. Karaniwan nang ganoon ang ganap nito tuwing uuwi si Heather galing nightclub. Ang rason, hindi nito kayang makita na nagbabangayan silang mag-ina.

Heather hadn't turned on her phone yet. Hindi pa niya napapadalahan ng mensahe ang ama na nakauwi na siya. Sanhi ng pagkabigat ng dibdib ay tinungo na lamang niya ang gawi ng telepono malapit sa kusina. Hindi niya bubuksan ang kanyang cell phone. Makikita lamang niya ang mga text ni Olivia at baka lalo pang mag-init ang ulo niya. 

Nasa kalagitnaan na siya ng pagtipa sa telephone number sa opisina ni Henry nang mag-ingay ang mga kasambahay. Kasunod niyon ay ang paglakas ng volume ng telebisyon sa kusina.

" . . . si Yngrid Monteverde sa kuwarto nito kaninang alas dos y medya ng madaling araw. Ayon sa aming nakapanayam na kasambahay ng isa sa mga kapitbahay, pasado alas dos y media rin 'di umano ng madaling araw nang makarinig ito ng putok ng baril."

Hindi na naipatong nang maayos ni Heather ang handset sa switch hook ng telepono, malalaki ang mga hakbang na tinahak niya ang daan papuntang kusina. Naka-flash sa telebisyon ang isang lalaking reporter, sa likod nito ay ang mansyon ni Senator Monteverde. Natutop niya ang bibig. 

Nagpatuloy ang lalaking reporter. "Nakarinig din ang iba sa mga kapitbahay ng komosyon mula sa bahay ni Senator Monteverde bago at matapos umalingawngaw ang naturang gunshot. Ayon pa sa ibang residente, baka iyon nga ang putok ng baril na tumapos sa buhay ng anak ni Senator Monteverde na si Yngrid Monteverde."