"Sister Yumi! Have you heard of it? The coach informed us that two of the officials from your tournament last time were dismissed due to a corruption case!! They were in serious trouble!"
Early on a Sunday morning, Yumi received an unexpected text message from one of her lowerclassmen at her former Junior High School. It had been half of their second semester already, and she had been buried under the piles of schoolwork since the new semester started. Having forgotten about the incident in question, she was genuinely unsure of how to react to this news and struggled to recall the details mentioned by her junior.
Aside from schoolwork and training, Isagani was the other culprit of her tiring schedule.
Despite the passing months, Yumi remained perplexed about the true nature of her relationship with Gani. The last part of their conversation was vague in her memory, almost like someone wiped it from her recollection on purpose. She thought that the whole situation was sneaky. And she was pretty sure Gani was using her cluelessness to score some extra perks these past few months.
She wanted to smack her head for being scatterbrained and irresponsible. She also asked Gani about the conclusion of their negotiation but he refused to say it and said that it was her punishment for being inattentive leaving her no choice but to accept her sad reality.
The good thing was, at least for Isagani, this confusion did not affect their frequent congression.
They both enjoyed each other's loving services every now and then, enhancing their former little knowledge of their partner's body to an expert level. They used their two hands, mouth or any parts of their body that Gani could think of but never touched the final base. It was also because of this that they both gave the most pleasurable experience to the other, making it extra hard, every session, to stay sane and not cross that last line.
It was especially true right now...
Inside Yumi's room, two people were tightly glued to each other.
"What are you thinking?" Isagani asked when he noticed her distraction.
"Nothing i-important...unghhaaaanm..."
"Nothing important, huh? You dare to be distracted while being with me?" He reprimanded her while biting her lobe.
The girl whose white shirt did no good at keeping her body covered had one sleeve stripped from her arm, together with her hem, both were rolled up to her neck, making a diagonal tease. The other sleeve was kept in place, giving an impression of haste and impatience from the one who unwraps her salacious body. Even her bra was still hooked as they pitifully stranded on the girl's abdomen. All this mess led to the exposure of her jiggling hefty left globe. It was stained with generous counts of love kisses, its areola was swollen, doubled in size and still glistening with saliva.
Her lower body had the same story, though still cloth with her white lacy undergarment, the fabric that was supposed to hinder any peeping eye was now transparent from nonstop flow of lubrication. It perfectly traced the phallus that sandwiched itself between her panties and skin and was striding up and down the surface of her cavity. Her legs were wide open to give access to the boy's good work under her.
Contrary to her ravaged image, Gani still had his white shirt and his unzipped shorts on, but his dick was free and happily chasing for its own comfort.
They were in a most romantic and innocent position, if you look at it from the back view, where the woman was sitting on the man's lap as he caged her into his strong arms, but these two horny teenagers managed to make it erotic and obscene.
Her arms were raised between his head as the fingers of her hands intertwined with his soft but dishevelled hair. Her head leaned against his right shoulder, giving him access to her thin and fragile neckline. His hands kneaded on her chest and his tongue explored the depths of her left ear.
The sound of slapping skin became urgent and their chests rose in unison. When both of them finally cummed, they chose to savor the lingering sensations without moving until they both calmed down.
Gani reached for the tissue and passed some to her. After cleaning themselves, Yumi laid down on the inner side of the bed, stared at the ceiling and was followed by him.
"Why are you so adamant to put it in?" Yumi turned her head and looked at the boy beside her.
"Saving it for the right time." He grinned. His face was full of satisfaction.
"Don't tell me you're the type who will save himself for marriage?" A hint of resentment leaked from her wronged face. Every single time they did intimate deeds, Yumi's possessive nature was unfolded little by little. Good thing Gani enjoyed being the object of this behavior or else Yumi would play herself in a losing game.
This boy! How dare you save yourself for your lovely wife! You don't even let me enjoy you before her! Hmmph!
Gani couldn't help but giggle because of how bad his girl was at hiding her emotions.
"Of course not. I would die from sexual frustration by then. My patience won't last that long, you know?"
"So what's this special event you're saving your holy dick for? Care to share?"
Gani didn't answer and just smiled at her.
They went back and forth about this topic until Yumi got tired of squeezing out any valuable information from the tight-lipped boy. It was noon when they got out of her bed. They went down the stairs to prepare their lunch in the kitchen. Gani brought the white rice he took from home and let Yumi work on it while he picked vegetables from Cruz's plot. Knowing that Gani was kicked out by his father to have quality time with his wife, Yumi doubled their usual serving of rice and then chopped the ingredients for today's dish.
When Gani returned, he quickly took the knife from her and resumed the task. Yumi had witnessed Gani's impeccable knife skills before, but she still found amusement in the rhythmic movement of his hands synchronized with the measured sounds of chopping on the wide cutting board.
"I forgot to tell you. I received a message this morning." Yumi initiated.
"What is it?"
"It's about the officials at my last national games." Yumi probed the still-busy Isagani. "It's you, right?"
"What me?" Gani finally looked at her and raised his brow in question.
"Never mind. If you don't want to say it, just forget it." Yumi took back her gaze and focused on her chore.
Yumi didn't know the extent of Isagani's computer abilities. She felt dizzy whenever she saw him typing away a series of codes and knew little about it. She knew that connecting the officials' issue to Isagani was a bit of a stretch, but she could not erase the gut feeling that was bugging her mind. It would be better if her guess was wrong. She did not want Isagani to be exposed and retaliated against by those bad people.
As soon as everything was set up, they called Grandma Cruz to join them and relish their own cooked dish. Grandma was generous in showering them with praise and insisted on washing the dishes to let the two play upstairs. Grandma showered them with praise and insisted on tackling the dishes herself, urging the two to enjoy some time upstairs. Unable to resist the elderly woman's persistence, they yielded after ensuring she could handle it solo, then headed back to Yumi's room.
Yumi grabbed her textbook and dove into her homework, while Isagani settled on her bed.
"Spit it out. Staring won't magically make holes in my face," Yumi remarked, giving him a side-eye.
"Come with me to the prom."
"Nope. Waste of money," she promptly rejected.
"Oh, come on! We missed out last year because of your competition. This is our last chance to enjoy this kind of event before we get swamped with college applications and graduation stuff. Please? Just come with me."
"College..." Yumi whispered, realizing how time had flown and graduation was looming. They were to embark on different paths after Senior High School. After Christmas break, they would only have one more year together. Yumi's expression remained neutral, but the turmoil in her heart was reflected in her clenched hand. Gani had been vocal about his plan to take the entrance exam for the most prestigious university in Metro Manila, indicating his imminent departure from their small town. Reflecting on it, if not for Mama Lopez's health issues, Gani might never have set foot in their rustic town, and their paths might never have crossed.
The inevitable separation weighed heavily on her chest. She knew she shouldn't be this dramatic, that a good friend should genuinely support and be happy for their friend's aspirations. Yet, she couldn't force herself to fake a smile, knowing that she would be left behind with her unspoken feelings for him in this town that had become the repository of their cherished memories.
Given her current financial state, the prospect of college seemed like an unattainable wish for Yumi.
Before the boy could catch on to her subtle melancholy, she cheered herself up and answered, "No! I'll just buy a new racket or a month of groceries instead."
"I'll pay for your fees!"
"No."
"I'll pay for your dress too!"
"No."
They bickered up until the sun was about to set, but still, it wasn't decided if they would attend together or not.
When they both went down, Isagani went home and Yumi walked him up to the doorway. They were frightened by the person standing still in the dark corner of the kitchen. That someone was facing the sink and unmoving like a stone statue. After the initial shock, Yumi recognized the person as her grandma.
She and Gani tiptoed their way near her and examined the dazed old woman. Yumi felt heavy while surveying her beloved grandma. Scanning at the surroundings, the unwashed dirty dishes and the running water from the half-opened faucet, she deduced that Grandma Cruz had been standing there since noon. After a minute of contemplation, Yumi braved herself and gently patted the old woman's shoulder to wake her up from her stupor.
"Grandma, why don't you go upstairs and rest first? I'll finish that for you."
Grandma Cruz flinched and twisted her head to face her granddaughter. Her eyes were a bit hazy but were cleared in an instant. She grinned at her and said, "No. No. I can do this much. I was just a bit distracted by the afternoon radio drama. What a poor lady. Really poor!" She waved her hand to shoo the two teenagers away, reached for the gas lamp and continued washing the dishes.
Yumi glanced at the radio on the dining table and reluctantly walked to the doorway with Isagani. Both of them were silent and just looked at each other when they arrived. After their mini-staring game, the two separated and Yumi went back to stay with her grandma.
"Sister Yumi! Have you heard of it? The coach informed us that two of the officials from your tournament last time were dismissed due to a corruption case!! They were in serious trouble!"
Early on a Sunday morning, Yumi received an unexpected text message from one of her lowerclassmen at her former Junior High School. It had been half of their second semester already, and she had been buried under the piles of schoolwork since the new semester started. Having forgotten about the incident in question, she was genuinely unsure of how to react to this news and struggled to recall the details mentioned by her junior.
Aside from schoolwork and training, Isagani was the other culprit of her tiring schedule.
Despite the passing months, Yumi remained perplexed about the true nature of her relationship with Gani. The last part of their conversation was vague in her memory, almost like someone wiped it from her recollection on purpose. She thought that the whole situation was sneaky. And she was pretty sure Gani was using her cluelessness to score some extra perks these past few months.
She wanted to smack her head for being scatterbrained and irresponsible. She also asked Gani about the conclusion of their negotiation but he refused to say it and said that it was her punishment for being inattentive leaving her no choice but to accept her sad reality.
The good thing was, at least for Isagani, this confusion did not affect their frequent congression.
They both enjoyed each other's loving services every now and then, enhancing their former little knowledge of their partner's body to an expert level. They used their two hands, mouth or any parts of their body that Gani could think of but never touched the final base. It was also because of this that they both gave the most pleasurable experience to the other, making it extra hard, every session, to stay sane and not cross that last line.
It was especially true right now...
Inside Yumi's room, two people were tightly glued to each other.
"What are you thinking?" Isagani asked when he noticed her distraction.
"Nothing i-important...unghhaaaanm..."
"Nothing important, huh? You dare to be distracted while being with me?" He reprimanded her while biting her lobe.
The girl whose white shirt did no good at keeping her body covered had one sleeve stripped from her arm, together with her hem, both were rolled up to her neck, making a diagonal tease. The other sleeve was kept in place, giving an impression of haste and impatience from the one who unwraps her salacious body. Even her bra was still hooked as they pitifully stranded on the girl's abdomen. All this mess led to the exposure of her jiggling hefty left globe. It was stained with generous counts of love kisses, its areola was swollen, doubled in size and still glistening with saliva.
Her lower body had the same story, though still cloth with her white lacy undergarment, the fabric that was supposed to hinder any peeping eye was now transparent from nonstop flow of lubrication. It perfectly traced the phallus that sandwiched itself between her panties and skin and was striding up and down the surface of her cavity. Her legs were wide open to give access to the boy's good work under her.
Contrary to her ravaged image, Gani still had his white shirt and his unzipped shorts on, but his dick was free and happily chasing for its own comfort.
They were in a most romantic and innocent position, if you look at it from the back view, where the woman was sitting on the man's lap as he caged her into his strong arms, but these two horny teenagers managed to make it erotic and obscene.
Her arms were raised between his head as the fingers of her hands intertwined with his soft but dishevelled hair. Her head leaned against his right shoulder, giving him access to her thin and fragile neckline. His hands kneaded on her chest and his tongue explored the depths of her left ear.
The sound of slapping skin became urgent and their chests rose in unison. When both of them finally cummed, they chose to savor the lingering sensations without moving until they both calmed down.
Gani reached for the tissue and passed some to her. After cleaning themselves, Yumi laid down on the inner side of the bed, stared at the ceiling and was followed by him.
"Why are you so adamant to put it in?" Yumi turned her head and looked at the boy beside her.
"Saving it for the right time." He grinned. His face was full of satisfaction.
"Don't tell me you're the type who will save himself for marriage?" A hint of resentment leaked from her wronged face. Every single time they did intimate deeds, Yumi's possessive nature was unfolded little by little. Good thing Gani enjoyed being the object of this behavior or else Yumi would play herself in a losing game.
This boy! How dare you save yourself for your lovely wife! You don't even let me enjoy you before her! Hmmph!
Gani couldn't help but giggle because of how bad his girl was at hiding her emotions.
"Of course not. I would die from sexual frustration by then. My patience won't last that long, you know?"
"So what's this special event you're saving your holy dick for? Care to share?"
Gani didn't answer and just smiled at her.
They went back and forth about this topic until Yumi got tired of squeezing out any valuable information from the tight-lipped boy. It was noon when they got out of her bed. They went down the stairs to prepare their lunch in the kitchen. Gani brought the white rice he took from home and let Yumi work on it while he picked vegetables from Cruz's plot. Knowing that Gani was kicked out by his father to have quality time with his wife, Yumi doubled their usual serving of rice and then chopped the ingredients for today's dish.
When Gani returned, he quickly took the knife from her and resumed the task. Yumi had witnessed Gani's impeccable knife skills before, but she still found amusement in the rhythmic movement of his hands synchronized with the measured sounds of chopping on the wide cutting board.
"I forgot to tell you. I received a message this morning." Yumi initiated.
"What is it?"
"It's about the officials at my last national games." Yumi probed the still-busy Isagani. "It's you, right?"
"What me?" Gani finally looked at her and raised his brow in question.
"Never mind. If you don't want to say it, just forget it." Yumi took back her gaze and focused on her chore.
Yumi didn't know the extent of Isagani's computer abilities. She felt dizzy whenever she saw him typing away a series of codes and knew little about it. She knew that connecting the officials' issue to Isagani was a bit of a stretch, but she could not erase the gut feeling that was bugging her mind. It would be better if her guess was wrong. She did not want Isagani to be exposed and retaliated against by those bad people.
As soon as everything was set up, they called Grandma Cruz to join them and relish their own cooked dish. Grandma was generous in showering them with praise and insisted on washing the dishes to let the two play upstairs. Grandma showered them with praise and insisted on tackling the dishes herself, urging the two to enjoy some time upstairs. Unable to resist the elderly woman's persistence, they yielded after ensuring she could handle it solo, then headed back to Yumi's room.
Yumi grabbed her textbook and dove into her homework, while Isagani settled on her bed.
"Spit it out. Staring won't magically make holes in my face," Yumi remarked, giving him a side-eye.
"Come with me to the prom."
"Nope. Waste of money," she promptly rejected.
"Oh, come on! We missed out last year because of your competition. This is our last chance to enjoy this kind of event before we get swamped with college applications and graduation stuff. Please? Just come with me."
"College..." Yumi whispered, realizing how time had flown and graduation was looming. They were to embark on different paths after Senior High School. After Christmas break, they would only have one more year together. Yumi's expression remained neutral, but the turmoil in her heart was reflected in her clenched hand. Gani had been vocal about his plan to take the entrance exam for the most prestigious university in Metro Manila, indicating his imminent departure from their small town. Reflecting on it, if not for Mama Lopez's health issues, Gani might never have set foot in their rustic town, and their paths might never have crossed.
The inevitable separation weighed heavily on her chest. She knew she shouldn't be this dramatic, that a good friend should genuinely support and be happy for their friend's aspirations. Yet, she couldn't force herself to fake a smile, knowing that she would be left behind with her unspoken feelings for him in this town that had become the repository of their cherished memories.
Given her current financial state, the prospect of college seemed like an unattainable wish for Yumi.
Before the boy could catch on to her subtle melancholy, she cheered herself up and answered, "No! I'll just buy a new racket or a month of groceries instead."
"I'll pay for your fees!"
"No."
"I'll pay for your dress too!"
"No."
They bickered up until the sun was about to set, but still, it wasn't decided if they would attend together or not.
When they both went down, Isagani went home and Yumi walked him up to the doorway. They were frightened by the person standing still in the dark corner of the kitchen. That someone was facing the sink and unmoving like a stone statue. After the initial shock, Yumi recognized the person as her grandma.
She and Gani tiptoed their way near her and examined the dazed old woman. Yumi felt heavy while surveying her beloved grandma. Scanning at the surroundings, the unwashed dirty dishes and the running water from the half-opened faucet, she deduced that Grandma Cruz had been standing there since noon. After a minute of contemplation, Yumi braved herself and gently patted the old woman's shoulder to wake her up from her stupor.
"Grandma, why don't you go upstairs and rest first? I'll finish that for you."
Grandma Cruz flinched and twisted her head to face her granddaughter. Her eyes were a bit hazy but were cleared in an instant. She grinned at her and said, "No. No. I can do this much. I was just a bit distracted by the afternoon radio drama. What a poor lady. Really poor!" She waved her hand to shoo the two teenagers away, reached for the gas lamp and continued washing the dishes.
Yumi glanced at the radio on the dining table and reluctantly walked to the doorway with Isagani. Both of them were silent and just looked at each other when they arrived. After their mini-staring game, the two separated and Yumi went back to stay with her grandma.
