| Friend or Lover? |
| Saturday, 21 June 2008 | |||||||
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My name is Baxter and I had a lady friend whom I had never known what her real name was. She said she was Luciana, but I heard people call her Marie. When I asked her what her name really was, she still said that it was Luciana. I had been seeing her ride the same bus and train I took every week day for about a couple of months before we started saying, “Hi!” to each other. One spring day, when we alighted from a public bus, the rain started pouring down real hard. I had no umbrella and she had. Without saying a word, she just pulled me to join her under her umbrella. She had her arm around my waist so that we could both fit under one umbrella. We walked fast to reach the nearest shelter. Finally, we entered a small grocery store. Half of our bodies were dripping wet. We watched the strong wind blow big drops of rain to the glass windows and doors of the grocery store. We both sighed at the same time. When we turned to look at each other, seeing how damped we were, we started laughing.
Just then, we introduced ourselves to each other and shook hands. I got to know that she lived just three blocks away from my apartment and two streets behind the main road where my apartment was. She offered to walk me home. I told her that since I was already half wet, I might as well get totally wet. Since my home was near, I could change right away anyway, I told her. But she insisted to walk me home because my home was nearer anyway. And so, we did just that. We shook hands once more and we exchanged phone numbers. I thought she was very nice. The next time we saw each other again was the next day, of course. It was just the second day of the week. We started getting to know more of each other. We became friends, pen pals, online chat pals, phone pals and commute pals. We went to parties together, celebrated birthdays together, helped each other in various tasks, and went to church together. Yes, we had the same religion, Roman Catholic. Everything was just a coincidence as if everything had been pre-planned. The only thing we did not do together was sex. Yes, you could call the relationship as platonic. A couple years passed -- and then, another and then another. We got so used to each other that we were inseparable.
The company I worked for had performed some new changes in the company’s system applying new strategies to improve sales and customer service that required employees to be relocated. And I was one of those employees, who was to transfer to another state. I was given a choice: if I agreed to transfer, I would be promoted to production manager and my salary would be tripled, plus the company will provide me with a beautiful home and a car – all expenses company-paid; and if not, my name would join the list of employees to be laid off who will receive ‘separation pay’ because the company was shutting down one-third of the area and they did not need our expertise in that location anymore. Oh, this was one offer that I would never refuse! When I told Luciana that I was transferring, she cried. Well, I felt bad about the thought of living far away from Luciana, too, but an offer like that was something no one would refuse. We were given one week off to gather our belongings.
That night I told her about it, she did not want to leave me. She went into my apartment and cooked dinner for both of us. It was Friday, the last day of the week. Her tears did not stop rolling down her cheeks. After washing all the dishes, we sat together in the living room sofa watching TV in silence. I could only hear her sobs. I placed my hand around her shoulders so she could stay close to my heart. We both felt a warmth of closeness. We looked at each other real close and our lips touched. That was our very first kiss. Our tongues rolled against each other and our eyes are closed. There was a certain connection between us. It felt so real to me, to both of us. I felt my spear harden and I could feel her move like a cat against my body.
My hand started crawling under her blouse and she let me remove her bra. My fingers touched her up and hard nipples that made her moan. Likewise, she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. I felt her hand snaked into my underpants and grabbed my testicles. Oh man, this got me throbbing; my hard spear pushed its way out of my pants. She rubbed my balls together like rubbing a massage ball. A second later, I felt the depths of her throat through my spear. It was warm and moist inside. I moaned with content. A few minutes later, she was on top of me. I could feel her love and affection that she demonstrated. There was so much passion in her actions that it was so difficult not to reciprocate such feelings. I turned her around and dominated her. I penetrated deep and lovingly as I wrestled my tongue with hers. A pair of panting breaths was filling the air of emotional erotic fusion. Our fluids merged and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
We did this for one whole week till the last night before I left. She took one week leaver from work. We stayed all week in my apartment. We ordered food by phone and they were delivered to us. We had Chinese food, pizza, chicken and whatever we could find available for home delivery. All we wanted was to stay together and not leave each other even for a second. We took showers together and did our daily hygiene together. The day I left, she was ready. She had no more tears. She was as brave as a fox. I kissed her goodbye and she smiled. I could not believe how prepared she was after that one week of no separation from her. We continued to stay in touch. But my job did not permit me to even see her. The money was good. I could only see her after three years when I would be given a six weeks off before my next contract.
There was something she did not tell about in our three years long distance correspondence that I found out only when I went to stay in her apartment for the duration of six weeks three years after. She bore a pretty little daughter whom she named Alexandra. I asked her who the father was, asked her why she did not tell me that she had a boyfriend and asked to see the picture of the father. She said that she had not seen the father of her daughter for a long period of time and she handed over to me a picture we took when we were partying with friends. I looked at the picture as she remained silent. I was choosing which guy was the father of Alexandra. I was open-minded. I looked at Alexandra and looked at the picture. I loved Luciana so much as a friend, as a sister and maybe as a lover that I would accept any news from her since I was away for three years. I chose one. She said, “No.” I chose another and still I got a negative response. One by one, I chose and none gave me a positive response. And jokingly, I chose myself. And she said, “Yes.” “Oh, common, you must be kidding,” I said. Then, she handed to me Alexandra’s birth certificate. Alexandra had my last name and my name was on the blank beside the word, “Father”. She was born exactly nine months after I left.
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