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My stories are based on my personal experiences. They are NOT fiction or fantasy. Each story is as close to accurate to what actually happened as I can remember, and I have a pretty good memory (even many years later).
These stories are posted in the order that they happened, so if you want to read them first to last, just read the story with the oldest publish date first and then move through the stories from oldest to newest, and you will be reading them in order.
Because these stories are from my past, I will stick to telling them as they happened. For those who don’t like the way any particular story ends, I would just ask if they understand the difference between fiction and non-fiction. However, for those just looking for a happy ending, I would suggest that they rarely occur in reality.
Nobody in this story was underage.
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It was two weeks after Joann’s funeral when I received a text on my cell phone. “Hi. My name is Inday. I was a friend of Joann’s, and she told me to contact you if anything ever happened to her.”
I replied, “Hi Inday. My name is Pete, but you probably already know that if Joann told you to contact me.”
“Joann was so in love with you,” she texted. “She made it sound like living with you was the closest thing to heaven she had ever experienced.”
“Thank you for telling me that, but now I’m going to cry,” I replied.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I wish I was there to hold you and comfort you,” she said.
I wasn’t expecting that. I texted, “That might be nice, but maybe I should get to know you first.”
“LOL,” she replied. “True. Do you think it might be possible for me to get to know you better?”
“I don’t see why not,” I said. I have been extremely lonely since I lost Joann.”
She sent me a tearful emoji. “Maybe I can help with that.”
“Maybe,” I replied. “Let’s text for a while first and see where it goes from there.” She agreed, and we started a text and video call conversation that lasted a month before I finally was ready to meet her face-to-face. It was hard because we were both living in the same city, but I didn’t want to rush. It wasn’t as if we were separated by long distances or other physical obstacles. Basically, the only obstacle was that I just hadn’t reconciled myself that Joann was not coming back.
She often asked to meet, and I finally broke down. “Where are you and when are you free? I could meet you someplace.”
I have a room near USC, and I just graduated, so I am free now,” she texted back.
“It is almost dinner time, so let’s meet at Ayala,” I said. “Could you be at the Terraces in about an hour? We can meet on the steps by the water.”
“I will be there. I will wear a red dress, so you will recognize me,” she replied.
An hour later, I was standing on the steps at The Terraces, watching a cute girl in a red dress walking toward me.
“Hello Pete,” she said. “I was hoping that you wouldn’t back out on me.”
He took her in with his eyes. The red dress looked perfect on this petite Filipina. “I would have to be an idiot to back out on a date that I set up,” I replied. “You look very nice.”
“Thank you,” she said. “You look pretty good yourself.”
With that, I asked Inday to go with me to one of the nicer restaurants in the mall. Once we were seated, I asked the waitress for water for both of us because I knew that we would be talking a lot and would get thirsty.
Inday opened the conversation by explaining how she knew Joann, and that Joann had told her several months before that, if anything were to happen to her, that Inday should contact me. Joann had told Inday how happy she was with me, and that she had no plans to let that go, but that she had a premonition that something would happen. She even gave Inday my cell phone number (of course with the proviso that Inday would never contact me as long as Joann was with me).
This explained a lot to me. I had wondered why so many of Joann’s friends had tried to contact me, either through social media or by text since she had died. Joann was trying to ensure that I wouldn’t be lonely after she was gone, and it seemed that Joann had been convinced beforehand that something was going to happen.
“That was why I contacted you when I did,” she said. “I thought that other girls would be doing the same, and I wanted to get to know you better, and possibly have a chance with you, before the opportunity passed.”
“This is a lot to absorb,” I replied. “Looking back, I can see Joann doing that. I have to wonder how many girls she asked to contact me. I’m thinking there were several because of all the attempted contacts so far.”
“I knew of at least two other girls who were interested in you,” Inday said. “There may be more.”
Well, if you know anything about me, you know that I stick to the girl I am with like glue,” I replied. “If we date, or get together, then you can count on my loyalty … provided that you are also loyal to me.”
“Well,” she said. “There isn’t much chance of me not being loyal. I have never even had a boyfriend.”
“OK,” şişli escort I replied. “Where would you like to see this going?”
The waitress came back with our water, so we ordered our dinner. When she left, we continued our conversation. “I don’t know,” Inday said. “I don’t have enough experience to even know where this should go, but I think I would like something like what Joann had, if that is possible.”
“OK,” I said. “Let’s start by getting to know each other better.”
It turned out that Inday grew up in southern Leyte. “Inday” means young girl in Bisayan, but in this case, it was her real name and not just a nickname. Her parents were famers, but neither owned the land they farmed nor the land where they lived. This was a normal situation for a very large slice of the Filipino population. She came to Cebu City for school and had recently graduated with a bachelor’s degree in business administration. That was how she knew Joann.
Her main hopes and dreams were centered on romance and the possibility of a happy marriage, but she also thought she would like a career. I asked her if she wanted children, and she said they would be nice if they happened. I told her that I had a vasectomy and asked if that would make a difference to her. She replied that she didn’t think so.
She asked, “Why did you have a vasectomy?”
I explained about my experiences in Laos, and told her all about my history. I finished by telling her about my experience with Hope, and how she had left me after she found out that I couldn’t give her babies.
“I’m sorry all of that happened to you, but I would never leave a man I love because of that,” she said. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“Is there anything else about your past that I should know about,” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “My experiences in Laos still cause me to have nightmares.” I then told her about those experiences and fears that had caused my nightmares, and I also told her about some of the triggers that might cause me to act out violently during a nightmare.
“Then I guess I need to be careful about how I hold you at night,” she said. Is there a safe way I could snuggle up to you?”
“Yes,” I replied. Just don’t wrap me up with your arms and legs to restrict movement, and there shouldn’t be a problem. I’ve never lashed out except when I was being confined.”
“I think can live with that,” she said with her eyes a little wider.
“OK,” I said, “How do you feel about sex before marriage?”
She laughed. “Despite what the Church thinks, sex before marriage is the norm here in the Philippines. Of course, I would like to get married, but I would be willing to wait a while if I fall in love with you. Besides, you can’t have children, so there is no danger of that.”
“That’s good,” I said. “In a country that takes marriage so seriously, it is important that both partners are absolutely sure before they marry. How can anybody be absolutely sure if they haven’t had sex.”
“I can accept that,” she replied. “There is no divorce here.”
Our dinners finally came, and we continued to talk as we ate. I was getting to like this girl even more than I had at first. I have found that first reactions are often wrong, so over the years I have become more and more systematic in my approach toward others.
By the time dinner was done, we were both fairly sure that we knew each other. Therefore, it came as no surprise when she asked, “So, where do we go from here?”
I smiled and asked, “Where would you like it to go?”
Without hesitation she replied, “I would like to continue getting to know you better back at your place, if you think there could be a future between us.”
“OK,” I said. “But I hope that you know where this could lead.”
“I think I do,” she replied.
I signaled the waitress to bring me a check, and after paying, we caught a taxi back to my apartment. Inday automatically removed her sandals as she entered the apartment, so I didn’t even have to ask her. Like others before her, Inday was impressed with my apartment.
Her jaw dropped when she saw my bed. “Joann said your bed was very large, but I just thought she was exaggerating. You really could have ten people in that bed just like she said.” Then, she turned and asked, “Is it OK if I lay on it?”
“Of course, it’s OK,” I replied. “Make yourself comfortable. I thought that was the purpose of coming to my apartment.”
She smiled and then crawled to the middle of my bed to lean back against the pillows. “This is so nice,” she cooed. “I could fall asleep here.”
“Maybe later,” I replied. “I’m hoping to get to know you much better right now.”
Inday blushed at that, but then reached out her arms to beckon me. I decided to test the waters, and took off my shirt and shorts before crawling over to lay next to her on the bed in just my boxers.
“Well,” she said. “That surprised me. Do you want me to get undressed too?”
“No,” I replied. “I would like the pleasure of doing that myself.” With that, I leaned over to give her a romantic kiss. It was obvious from the start that she had very little or no experience kissing, but more importantly, she was willing to follow my lead.
Inday melted into our kiss. This was better than anything she had ever imagined. When the kiss ended, she sighed and said, “That was my first kiss. Wow!” With that, I kissed her again, this time letting my hands roam around her body. My left hand went to her breast, while my right hand went to her back. Her dress was soon unzipped and her bra was unhooked.
My hands soon both landed on her breasts, and I pulled her dress and bra forward, sliding them off of her shoulders and down to her waist. Now topless, she gave me full access to her breasts. Instead of attempting to block me, her hands went behind my head and neck to pull me even closer to her.
I started kissing and suckling her breasts. With my lips and tongue busy on her breasts and nipples, my hands continued pushing her dress down over her hips and down her legs. As her dress passed over her panties, I hooked them and sent them down as well. Inday was much too absorbed by the attentions I was paying to her nipples to even notice her panties being slid down her legs. When her clothes were low enough on her legs, I hooked them with my toes and pulled them off of her feet, leaving her completely naked under me. The only piece of clothing left was my boxers, and those were soon gone too.
Inday was trembling. I wasn’t sure if it was from being nervous or cold or just excited, but there were small tremors running through her muscles and goosebumps forming on her skin. She never objected to anything I did or complained about anything I tried. Inday had already decided that she wanted me to be her man, and she was willing to do anything to achieve that. Hence, she was completely open to whatever I wanted to do.
After several minutes concentrating on her breasts and nipples, I decided it was time to work my way down her body. My fingers had already been exploring her pussy, lightly rubbing her labia, clitoris and vaginal entrance, but I had refrained from exploring too deeply until I could see what I was doing. When my lips and tongue passed her belly button and advanced toward her pussy, she shuddered, perhaps anticipating what would come next.
Inday’s pussy was bare. The skin was soft with no stubble, so I figured that she had been waxed. This is very rare with regular Filipinas, so I was surprised when I discovered her lack of pubic hair. I decided to leave the discussion of why she had done this to later, as I didn’t want anything to interrupt the moment.
I spread her labia with my fingers and then licked her from her vaginal entrance to her clit, pausing at her clit to suck the little bud into my mouth for a bit. The reaction it caused was very evident in her body. Her body vibrated, and natural lubricant came streaming out of her vaginal entrance. I dipped my tongue into her lubricant and immediately found an intact hymen across her entrance.
Nevertheless, the hole in her hymen was large enough for a steady flow of lubricant. I brought my index finger up to the hole in her hymen and slowly pressed in as I continued to lick and suck her labia and clitoris. My finger slowly worked its way into her pussy, with her hymen stretching around my finger as it was pressed forward. When my finger was two knuckles into her vagina, I was amazed because her hymen hadn’t torn, nor did she express any pain.
I started using the “c’mere” gesture with my finger, rubbing the tip against her g-spot as I continued to suck and lick her clit and labia. That certainly got a reaction. Her hips were rocking against me, bucking up to allow even more sensations in her genitals. She was getting very close very fast, so I just intensified my motions until waves of orgasmic pleasure started washing over her.
As her orgasm flowered, I slid up over her until my cock came into contact with her pussy. Then, I slid it a couple of times through her lubricants and pressed through her hymen and into her vagina. Inday gasped as her hymen was destroyed, but when she realized that my cock was already pressing against her cervix deep in her vagina, she just wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me even deeper into her body.
I remained still for about a minute while Inday’s vagina got used to me being inside of her. Then, I started sliding in and out, slowly and shallowly at first and then increasing the rhythm and depth as we progressed. Pretty soon, my cock was slamming into her in rapid succession and her hips were rocking to meet my thrusts. The whole time I was thrusting into her, she was giving me butterfly kisses and whispering, “I love you.”
I lasted for quite a while, but eventually I couldn’t resist the urge to ejaculate. I felt my orgasm rising and pressed firmly against her cervix, ensuring that my semen would be pumped directly into her womb and beyond. She squealed when my semen was shot into her, gripping my body as she once against was overcome by waves of orgasmic pleasure. In the end, both of us were totally exhausted.
I collapsed and rolled to the side, and as had happened so many times before with Filipinas, she rolled with me, refusing to let my cock slide out of her vagina. I think it is an ownership thing, like, “You are mine. You aren’t going anywhere.” In any event, I have always liked this behavior. It imparts a feeling of being needed and desired.
Neither of us had anywhere that we needed to be, so we stayed in bed sleeping and making love until late the next morning. When hunger pangs started bothering Inday, she asked if I had any food in the house. I told her there were eggs, bacon and bread in the kitchen. She smiled and told me to stay in bed until she came back with breakfast.
Fifteen minutes later, there was a tray full of breakfast for both of us sitting on the bed between us. “I hope you like my cooking,” she chirped. It was just scrambled eggs with crumbled bacon and toast, so I don’t think she could have messed it up. It made for great bacon and egg sandwiches.
When we were finished with breakfast, I moved the tray to the nightstand and pulled her over to straddle me. “Mmmm…” she moaned as her vulva moved against my cock. Neither of us had dressed yet, so her breasts were hanging down in my face. I took advantage and moved to suck her nipple into my mouth. She squealed and adjusted to let me have even better access.
My tummy was getting wet from the lubrication leaking from her pussy, and my cock was bumping against her clit every time she pushed down against me. I was switching between her nipples, trying to give both nipples equal attention, and she was sliding up and down over my cockhead. I wasn’t sure how long I could stand it before I came between us. She must have had the same thought because she reached between us and positioned my cock at her vaginal entrance. Then, she slowly engulfed my cock in her pussy, not stopping until I had hit maximum depth and was pressed against her cervix. She asked, “Does that feel as good to you as it does to me?”
“I don’t know how good it feels to you, but I am in paradise,” I replied.
“Yes,” she said. “That is about what it feels like.” I could no longer stay attached to her nipples as she started the back and forth motion of fucking. She was sliding down all the way until my cock was pressed against her cervix and then sliding up until only part of my cockhead remained sheathed in her vagina. Over and over, faster and faster, harder and harder, she continued. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning and squealing with every stroke.
Finally, I saw her eyes open and then, as her orgasm overwhelmed her, she just stared off into spaced with her mouth hanging open. There was no chance that I could hold on after her pussy started milking my cock, and I was soon pumping load after load of semen through her cervix and into her womb. Paradise. This was paradise.
She collapsed on top of me, and she was soon sleeping peacefully. I soon fell asleep too. We hadn’t gotten enough sleep the night before (someone kept waking me up), so we actually slept for a while during the middle of the day. When I awoke, she was curled up against me with her head in the crook of my arm and her arms wrapped around me.
“So,” she said. “Where do we go from here?”
I smiled at her and replied, “Where would you like it to go from here?” I wanted to know if she already had plans.
I was pleasantly surprised when she replied, “Wherever you want it to go will be fine with me.”
“Maybe a shower would be a nice start,” I said. “Would you like to shower with me?”
She laughed, “Sure. I will shower with you, but that wasn’t what I was asking.”
“I know,” I answered. “I still have to think about the long-term implications though. I hope you can be patient with me.”
“Of course,” she said. “It must be hard on you, since you are still getting used to not having Joann in your bed. I hope that will change over time, but I will be patient. I’m not Joann, and I never will be, but I hope that you will start to love me over time … provided we stay together.”
“Let’s get a shower first, and then we can go to Ayala for an early dinner and some shopping,” I replied. “Then, we can take it one step at a time and see if this works out.”
I stood and beckoned Inday to join me in the shower. I took the towel she had been laying on, and sprayed it with Shout and then put it in the sink to soak in some Oxyclean. Then, I got into the shower to adjust the water temperature. Inday watched everything I did, and then she got into the shower with me. One of the things that sold me on my apartment was the huge shower area. There was plenty of room for two people to shower and also have some fun.
Inday really enjoyed the shower with me, and she was so playful throughout that we paused the cleaning twice to make love again. Once we were finally cleaned, rinsed and dried, we got dressed and headed for Ayala Center Mall. Of all the malls in the Cebu City area, Ayala is my favorite. We started out with lunch, and then we stopped in some boutiques to buy Inday some new sun dresses, sandals, panties and nighties. She had no idea that we would be doing this, and she was extremely excited every time I had her try on something new.
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