Faux Pas Girls 1: Game On, Master (Monique)

Chapter 1: The answer is still...

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"You want me, huh?" Callan asked when he climbed up from the pool. He started walking towards me, his eyes engaging me fiercely. The water running down from his body veiled his angular face, his strong arms, his broad chest, his ripped abs, down to his firm legs.

He looked so fine naked, I'm thirsty. He was wet, and so was I. Magkaiba nga lang ang basa sa amin.

Tumutok ang mga mata ko sa gitna ng swimming trunks niya, but damn, it was difficult to see. I'm sure I have 20/20 vision with these things, pero madilim sa pool area at hindi ko makita kung may nakaumbok man do'n.

"I told you I want you," sabi ko sa kanya.

His eyes were so intense on me, I gulped. Patuloy ang paghakbang niya habang patuloy akong pinag-iinit ng anticipation. Nang tuluyan siyang makalapit, he towered over me. Nakatingala ako sa kanya habang masidhi rin ang mga mata. He couldn't win a game I'm used playing. He should realize that.

I licked my lips. Ipinakita ko sa kanya. Then, slowly, ipinatong ko ang palad ko sa balikat niya at humaplos doon. Pababa sa dibdib niya. Pababa pa sa sikmura.

"I told you... I want you," I whispered. Ako ang naglapit ng labi ko sa kanya. Tinatantiya kung tatawirin niya ang kakapirasong pagitan para matikman namin ang labi ng isa't isa. "I'm a good kisser, Callan. Don't you want a taste?"

Pagbaba ng labi niya sa 'kin, eager kong tinanggap iyon. He tasted so heavenly, I swear. He's male and deliciously sexy. Idinikit ko ang katawan ko sa matigas na katawan niya. Inilapat na mabuti ang mga palad ko sa sikmura niya, para mas bumaba pa. I have to touch... it. It's been so long since I last touched one. Baka makalimutan na ng kamay ko kung ano ang pakiramdam ng may nilalarong hotdog.

Hindi niya pinigil ang mga kamay ko pero kusa akong tumigil sa pagkapa.

Motherfcker! Bakit flat? Bakit wala?

Bakit wala?

Itinulak ko siya. "Shiboler ka ba? Tivoli? Lesbiana?"

He chuckled. Naaakit ako kahit walang sense maakit. Argh! I want to kiss him again.

"What the fck! Whatever! Come here!" Hinatak ko siya sa 'kin at mariing hinalikan. I need my tongue inside his mouth. Baka limot ko na ring mag-french kiss. Feeling ko, na-stroke na ang dila ko sa inaction.

I was eager to kiss dirty but—

"Monique, love, your phone has been ringing nonstop. Wake up!"

Narinig kong bumagsak ang pinto.

I groggily opened my eyes and looked around. Where the fck am I? Nag-sx na ba kami ni Callan?

Peach curtains on the window. A dreamcatcher clock on the wall. Clothes rack beside the bed, kung saan nakasampay ang options ng outfits ko for the day.

I grunted in frustration. Nasa kuwarto ko ako. Si Mommy ang nanggising at pumasok. What the fck!

I slipped my hand between my legs. Soft ang hoo-ha ko. Frustrated din. Gutom din. Hindi pa uli nakatitikim ng hotdog.

"Argh, Callan! You shouldn't have said no, you prick!"

Nagri-ring pa rin ang cell phone ko sa tawag ni Zia. I declined it bago i-dial ang number ni Callan. He was not picking up. I tried three more times bago may sumagot.

"Callan's in the pool."

Boses 'yon ng isang tigang na virgin. Si Berta. Lately, siya ang laging sumasagot sa phone ni Callan.