The poll got 20 votes (which is more than the people I thought to be reading my blog). Arguably, some might have voted more than once and jockeyed for a more salacious turn of the story (you horndogs!). Option 2 & 3 won on a tie, getting 8 votes each. Let me say that 3 did not happen, 2 actually happened. I decided I’m going to follow the story as it happened and insert 3 in a way, which reveal itself in the narrative.
Fair warning to those who might not be ready for a rated R story. If you’re one of them just click here. But hey – if you’re one of the 8 who voted for some action or just curious what happens next, read on…
To those who just got into this blog, please read requiem for a fling, part 1 before reading this.
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Without warning, Etienne stood up and held out his hand. I took it and lost balance when he pulled me up.
“I got you,” he said as he held me close by the shoulders. In that brief moment I was embraced not only by his arms but his man smell – musky and woody. Like a wild animal in the forest.
“Thanks,” I muttered, wondering if he can hear my heartbeat accelerating as we accidentally broke the boundaries of our personal space.
“Let’s take a walk.” I nodded to his suggestion and we walked quietly side by side our shoulders almost touching. Whenever I looked at him, he was watching me and smiling quietly.
We got to the quieter part of the beach and at one point we were alone. Etienne slowed down, faced the sea for a while. There were no artificial lights and in the ethereal light of the moon, he was impossibly good-looking. I paused wondering what was on his mind but not wanting to break the intimate silence between us. “Let’s swim,” he suggested cocking his head towards the sea.
He didn’t wait for my answer. He started undressing right there, pulling his t-shirt from the shoulders. Then proceeding with his khaki shorts. He must have taken off his underwear with his shorts or was not wearing any because the next thing I knew he was running to the waves naked as the day he was born.
I stood there like an idiot. I won’t be surprised if my jaw dropped. Not that this is my first time to go skinny-dipping. It’s just that it’s my first time to go skinny-dipping with a stranger. And like anytime I’m in doubt, I started debating with myself in my head what I should do.
“Come on in” he waved at me, interrupting my inner debate, “the water’s warm and lovely”.
Throwing caution to the wind, I took off my clothes, dropped them next to his and ran towards the sea and dove at the first wave.
I swam up to him and stood up, the water was chest deep. “Hey,” I said, wiping the salt water from my face. He took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. The warm water enveloped us and our bodies gently swayed to the waves. I felt his hardness.
A big wave hit us and we were thrown. We swam laughing towards the beach and stopped when we were neck deep sitting down. We sat for a while barely touching.
“I have a boyfriend”, he said quietly as if talking to himself. I didn’t say anything. Truth be told, I didn’t know what to say.
The uncomfortable silence was broken when a group of noisy young men walked by close to the shoreline and started to look at our clothes carelessly strewn on the beach. Etienne and I, without speaking, ducked with our eyes just above water level, watching them. There were maybe 6 or 7 of them, seemingly discussing what to do with our clothes. Then they just walked away, leaving just one person. He seemed to be looking at our direction for a few seconds as if he can see us. Not for long, he must’ve figured out we were not emerging so he followed his friends to the direction of the bars.
I stood up when he was out of sight. “Let’s get back into our clothes before anybody else decides to walk by and take them away.”
When we were putting on our clothes in the dark, I started to giggle for no apparent reason. He looked at me with curiosity and started to chuckle. We started to laugh and he reached out and hugged me. Before long we were down on the sand again laughing.
When our laughter subsided, he stood up and held out his hand again. I took it and this time I was steady on my feet.
“Let’s get a drink to warm up.”
“Yeah, that will be nice.” We walked towards the lights and the noise of Boracay nightlife, his arm was around my shoulders.
***
“Tropical the island breeze, all of nature wild and sweet, this is where I long to be…”
“La Isla Bonita. That’s a no-brainer, Etienne! Surely you can do better than that.” playfully jabbing my fist on his shoulder.
Two jarfuls of long island iced tea later, I was more talkative and chilled out. He was not pensive anymore, either. We were throwing random Madonna lyrics, challenging the other to name the song, in a bid to prove one knows Madge better. He was losing.
“OK, how about this… I light this candle and watch it throw tears on my pillow. What kind of life is this, if God exists? Then help me pray…” I recited.
“That’s not a Madonna song!”
“Oh yes it is.”
“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” A voice next to me asked, in Tagalog with a Visayan accent. I turned to the right side of the bar where Etienne was already looking. It was a young man holding a beer bottle. He looked familiar. It took a few seconds before it dawned on me.
He was the guy in the beach left behind by his friends with our clothes!
“I’m Bong”, he extended his hand tentatively. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I immediately took his hand and said, “Join us. This is Etienne.” They shook hands.
Bong turned to me again and smiled, “You look like Raymond Bagatsing.” Since, I don’t look anything like him, I figured he must be flirting.
Etienne was kissing me in the bed. Bong was sitting on a chair jacking-off as he watches us. We were all naked.
Bong stood up, and placed himself between us his head on the level of our crotches. He started blowing each of us a few seconds at a time. Then, he tried to take both of us in his mouth.
Etienne stood up and repositioned himself at Bong’s back. Bong sucked harder as Etienne entered him from behind. I was cumming.
“Kiel, are you still with us?” my wakeful fantasy was interrupted by Etienne, tapping me on the shoulders. “What were you thinking of?”
“Nothing, really.” I lied, thinking the 3-way flirting in the last few hours must’ve gotten to me. Or maybe I shouldn't mix long island iced tea with shooters. “I just came from a 3-day workshop and it’s just catching up with me. I better turn in.”
“But it’s just 3 AM. It’s still early,” Bong argued playfully. “Maybe we can party back in your room.”
“I am a little tired myself,” Etienne said calling the attention of the barman and left some money on the bar. “I’ll go with you.”
“You guys are kill-joy.”
“Maybe we’ll see you again tomorrow”, I shook Bong’s hand, Etienne did the same and we walked away.
Outside the bar Etienne asked “Where are you staying?” I told him the hotel name. “That’s on the way to my hotel. I’ll walk you.” We walked silently.
“Are you sure you want to go? I thought you liked Bong?” I looked at him, waiting for an answer.
He held my gaze, “I fancy you.” At which point we got to my hotel.
“This is my hotel.” I stopped walking.
“Would you like to sleep with me tonight?” He steeped closer to me and I got a whiff of his man smell again.
“Yes.”
We walked past my hotel and he took my hand.
***
I woke up with a terrible headache. I looked at the handsome guy sleeping next to me, snoring quietly.
I noticed black stains all over my pillow and upper area of the bed sheet. I was wondering what happened when I realised it must’ve been the henna tattoo I got earlier last night that stuck to the sheets when I perspired.
I slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake him. I picked up my clothes at the foot of the bed and started putting them on. My shirt was stained, too.
I looked at him one last time thinking, “God, he’s gorgeous.” then I opened the door.
“Where are you going?” I turned to find him squinting in the sunlight streaming from the open door.
“I’m going back to my hotel to shower and change.”
“Will you come back?”
“I won’t be long. Sleep some more. It’s still early.” I walked back to the bed, kissed him quickly on the lips and walked out.
***
Lara was in my hotel restaurant next to the lobby, sitting on a table next to her luggage when she spotted me walking in.
“You better hurry up. The group is leaving in a few minutes. Saturday’s a little crazy here in Bora. So we have to be early.” She paused and I can almost see her gear shifting from her business mode, “What happened to you last night?”
I smiled.
“You slut.” She said affectionately.
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Same deal as the first part, you have to tell me what you think happens next. The poll is on the sidebar below my profile.
