His and Her Circumstances

Chapter 2 - I am not a boy

Chapter 2 - I am not a boy

This boy is without a doubt my neighbor’s son.

I haven’t seen him even once for a whole decade, but I will not make a mistake regarding his identity. He is the spitting image of his mother and that confirmed my almost doubtful thoughts.

They are like two peas in a pod. On a closer look, one could also mistake this boy as the twin brother of his mother. He looks mature for his age, but it adds up to his charm. I am confident that I have good looks, but this man won hands up in the beauty department.

My neighbor and her husband divorced ten years ago and their only child lives with her husband. I recall that the husband won parental rights since the woman was found guilty of a******y.

I was in my first year of university that day and I can still clearly remember since it was a very rare case that the court would give parental rights to the husband. Our whole building was outraged at that time because of the tons of gossip brought about by the litigation.

The face of my neighbor was still etched in my mind when she sent her son away with her ex-husband. The seven-year-old boy was wailing while in his father’s arms and the emotionless woman was just standing still in front of their house.

Agnes, the mother, had no shred of tears on her beautiful face nor any kind of remorse towards the man walking away from her. I was hooked for a moment back then, thinking that I saw a hint of relief instead of the negative emotions that we are all expecting.

The twenty-nine-year-old woman was the most beautiful creature that I saw that day. I can’t explain why I thought of that thing but she looks so free after the shackle called marriage was removed from her name.

I don’t know why but her calmness made me think that this woman had somehow won a long battle that we are not all aware of.

Everybody was mocking and blaming her for her own misfortune, but the emotions that she had at that time looked entirely different. Like everyone else, I also did not associate myself with her, not because of others’ opinions, but just because I do not have any concern for other people.

I am the kind who will not waste her time on someone that I’m not related to. My days are already fully occupied with my studies and adding more worries will not do me any favor.

“It’s still early. Sleep some more.”

My reminiscing was interrupted when the boy dragged me back to bed. I was speechless for a moment since his sturdy arm wrapped itself around my waist.

I tried to calmly take it off but he instead moved his right hand to my left bosom. His touch is light but I could feel the desire on his fingers as he rubbed the temple of my breast. An experienced yet not experienced movement. I can’t decide which one to pick.

“Hmm.”

I unconsciously let out an undesirable moan as he intensifies his fondling.

“We can continue last night’s event if you don’t want to sleep. I’m more than willing to…”

“No”

I did not give the boy any more chance to finish whatever he was going to say. I instantly declined his proposal and stepped out of bed.

It is already morning and I am no longer intoxicated with alcohol. The headache is still there, but it is not a reason for me to just let myself be drowned again in the situation. Repeating last night’s mistake just because I already did it once won’t justify anything.

I hurriedly pick up my clothes and wear them right on the spot. The boy already saw my body and getting embarrassed now will only make me a trying-hard adult.

I have to face the reality that I touched a minor and bear the consequences. I could be shameless and just use my drunkenness as my scapegoat, but my conscience will surely kill me in no time.

“Protection. Did we use a condom?”

Different questions started running into my mind as I listed down the things that I needed to check in order to settle this problem.

First, of course, is if we used any birth control device last night. I’m on pills but it won’t hurt to be extra careful.

“I always keep a box with me.”

I breathed a sigh of relief after the boy confirmed my concern. It is not good to know that a boy already has a lot of experience for him to keep a box, but it saved my day, so there is no more reason to dig deeper.

“Where is your mother? I need to talk to her.”

“For what?”

“For what happened? What else?!”

“Hahaha, Are you going to ask for her consent to marry me?”

“No! I just want to be honest and tell her that this is just a big mistake. You are still a minor, so I’m the one who is at fault here. I’m drunk, I know, but it won’t change the fact I did it with a child.”

The boy’s sharp eyes became a thin line as he laughed uncontrollably inside the room. His lively laughter is music to my ears, but it annoyed me when I realized that he is not taking this thing seriously.

“I’m not…I‘m no longer a minor. Yesterday was my eighteenth birthday.”

I sat on the nearest chair and tried to recall the correct information in my head. It is true that I did not involve myself that much with other people, but it doesn’t mean that I’m ignorant of my surroundings.

I have memorized the names of the people living around me and their other information. It won’t hurt to be careful, especially since I am living alone in the city. My parents are still alive and healthy but they are both staying in the province.

It is my own decision to be independent right before I started high school and they are not against it. Being overly open-minded is the best point that they have.

“You are lying. I am sure you were only seven years old when your parents divorced and left this…”

I instantly shut my mouth after realizing that I had uttered something insensitive. A decade might have passed, but divorce is still a very delicate topic for the children of separated adults.

I did not experience the trauma firsthand, but I’ve seen a couple of my friends and acquaintances changing into someone else after their parents divorced. It greatly affects the nurturing process of children and the damage that it causes is not a laughing matter.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring it up.”

“Nah. I don’t mind it, and I’m eight that day. It was my eighth birthday when my father and I left this place.”

The child, now a man as per him, threw something at me. I instinctively caught it and saw the small notebook-like thing in my hand.

“That is my passport. My birth date is there. You can check it.”

I headed to the dim table light and saw the word passport printed on the cover. Nil Sanders…birth date is July 30, 2004. I searched for my phone to check the date today and saw the clear July 31, 2022.

An adult will be an adult even if yesterday was just the first day that he turned into one. I don’t know if I’m lucky or what, but at least I won’t be sued for sleeping with a man eleven years my junior.

It will be a big scandal if his mother makes a big fuss out of it, and it will be a bigger headache if I get pregnant. I wanted to shout YES out loud but I stopped myself from doing so. I could celebrate later with a big glass of my favorite vegetable juice.

“In this case, I think we have nothing to discuss. It looks like this is not your first time sleeping with a woman, so you could just treat this as a one-night stand.”

“You don’t have to be so cold.”

The young man, Nil, was smiling but his words sounded a little lonely. I could see his pompous attitude leaking out of that handsome face. I would definitely be fooled if this encounter happened five years ago.

Too bad for him, since I already had my fair share of good-looking and intelligent men. The puppy appearance of a young man will no longer work on me, even if we already had a one-night encounter.

I smirked when I remembered one vital piece of information. This young man won’t affect me even a bit, since I can’t remember the night that we shared with each other. He can view me as a scandalous woman, but the fact that I could get out of this situation unscathed is the best that I could wish for.

“How about breakfast? It’s the weekend, so it won’t matter even if we dilly-dally the whole day.”

“Bye, Nil. Be a good boy.”

I walked out of the room while ignoring the still sweet voice of the young man. My headache is already gone and I feel like walking on clouds after my problem suddenly vanished in the thin air.

* * *

Too bad. Just too bad. Last night was my first time doing it with an older woman and I can easily say that she beat all of my past records. She was extremely drunk but the experienced way she moved was sublime.

I was hesitant to do it with a drunk stranger at first, but I won’t deny that my restraint broke when she attacked that part down there. If that woman is an artwork, then I bet that she will be an artist's masterpiece.

It is not just good or great but more of wonderful. I feel like even words can’t properly describe how incredible she is.

I wouldn’t mind meeting her privately again after that day. Her attitude of not making a big deal out of this after learning that I am already an adult is also new to me. The women that I had fun with always cling excessively after a night and it is extremely annoying.

I hate to make commitments just because we did it once or twice. A relationship should not be started easily just because we are a little bit compatible in bed. I don’t want to repeat my parents' mistakes. That is the same reason why I always keep protection with me wherever I go.

I may sound like a scumbag, but it really is hard to control the pleasure down there if the girls are throwing themselves at me left and right.

It’s not as if I am the only one who enjoyed the process, since I never sleep with someone without their consent. Forcing a woman to do it is totally out of line for me.

My mind flew to last night’s event. Man, she is totally my type and I might never go back to women my age after this one. That was the best birthday gift ever. I am still tingling while daydreaming about how good it is. I don’t mind begging a little if she would give me a chance to do it again.

If I remember correctly, the woman whom I don't even know owned the unit next door. I have a hazy recollection of this place, but I’m quite sure that we were acquainted ten years ago. Using that as my starting point is not a bad deal. Luckily, my mother was away on a business trip the whole week, making it the best time to play.

Now, time to start a plan to get that lady back to bed.