cherry pop

he and i got to know each other when chatting was still new. heck, the internet was not yet mainstream.

he was in manila. flying in a few days to cebu from singapore.

finally the day came.

charming. suave. intelligent. attractive. and elite. 6 years older.

mutual attraction. but he was with someone at the time. we remained friends. flirted outrageously all throughout.

fast forward more than a year.

he was still attached, this time with a well-known personality in cebu.

he suspected he was cheated on. i heard he was.

invited me up to his hotel room.

i sat on the bed. he sat behind me. gave me a little neck massage. i tensed.

i could feel lips on my neck. warm breath. grazing my ear.

i turned around.

somehow we kissed. hot, wet, long kisses. hands all over each other. frantically exploring. stiff. touching. firm. groping. hard. squeezing.

our clothes came off. panting heavily. drugged with lust. skin and hair intertwine. i tasted him. embraced him. took all of him.

it came upon us. groaning and moaning. slick with sweat.

trying to catch our breaths.

he looked at me.

are you sure that was your first?

i glanced at him.

why do you ask?

he smiled.

you were too good to have it as your first time.