Suddenly, a strange feeling hit me. I thought I wouldn’t feel this with Rosa. The excitement to see her was slowly fading away. In spite of, I still went to see her with our usual time and place. Anyway, what brought back the little spark left was when she was wearing her sexy short mini skirt for the second time. I thought this would give me a message that this time, she’s willing to do what I want to do unlike before with our previous meetings.
When we were inside the motel, I took a bottle of beer from the ref and ate the peanuts I bought from the store. I told her, “I’ll just drink a little just to calm me down. I had this little argument with my boss. I know I can’t finish this, so help me. You also drink and eat with me. Alright?”
“I’m not feeling well so I won’t drink.”
I thought she would drink with me. I saw her pictures in FB during their Christmas party at a famous bar. She’s very gorgeous, seductive and alluring with her outfit. In one of the videos she posted, they were drinking some hard liquor.
My intention was really to make her relaxed as well with the alcohol’s effect, but it was unfortunate and bad timing she wasn’t feeling well. She even said that she couldn’t stand the smell of the beer. She wore a mask. So I had to stop drinking and told her to take it off.
I started to do some foreplay as I was caressing her legs and panty, letting my hand pass through her mini skirt but she did it again. I was upset. She took away my hand as I whispered, “Hahaay! Paeta aning bayhana uy!”
And so I did the usual thing which she preferred as usual. She’s the one who’s taking off her clothes with a towel wrapped around her body with all the lights off except the dim light in the CR.
I told her a week ago, “Rosa, since we’re making love weekly and you agree with this, you might as well go along with me. I mean, please let me do what I want.”
She knows what I mean with what I want. I want to kiss her while we’re standing without taking off our clothes yet. I want to squeeze her boobs against her blouse and bra. I want to rub her pussy against her panty making her wet that I would then let my fingers pass through and rub her clit. But every time I attempt to do this, she just prevented me with those annoying push using her hands. All I want is to make our fucking special because she’s indeed special to me. She’s unlike other women I fucked before.
Anyway, we just proceeded with our usual fuck. What again upset me was when I wanted her to be on top but after a few seconds, she abruptly cut it as if she doesn’t like it anymore. And so I had to finish the act. But I made sure she would cum first and I think she did because I tried to so hard to sexually stimulate her so she would cum. When it was my turn, still with my condom on as I wanted not to withdraw, I fucked her alternating my speed from slow to fast so I can delay reaching climax until I achieved my orgasm inside her vagina while I kept whispering to her ear, “I love you.”
I was taking my time to catch my breath. We were lying then side by side. I looked at my dick. Where’s the condom?
She asked, “Hah?! What happened?”
To make the long story short, I realized during my hard and fast fucking, the condom must have fallen off. I took a closer look at the condom when she went to the CR. There was no semen inside it. That means, I cummed inside her. I pretended to her that the condom was just in the bed which I took it off.
That got me worried but not much, because to be honest, I’m preparing myself to father our child. Why? Because I truly love her.
Time to go. Inside the car while on our way, she let me listen to a song she really likes. Happy w u by Arthur Nery.
“You know, I really like this song. It’s cool. Just chill. I even listen to his songs before I sleep.”
I replied, “Happy w u. I am happy with you, Rosa. I really am.”
Her response was nothing between the two of us. I get it. I refused to believe it but at that time, I started to believe her. She has no feelings for me.
She said, “I really want us not to see each other again. I still can’t avoid this fear. I can’t go on anymore being with you. I feel for your wife.”
I responded, “Don’t say that, Rosa. I said, everything’s gonna be alright. Let’s continue to meet again next week.”
“Yeah, we can but it’s really gonna be our last.”
I didn’t argue anymore.
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A week passed. I didn’t chat to her. She didn’t as well. 11th meet didn’t take place. Thereafter, I keep on waiting until now as I write this. I’m waiting for her chat with something like this, “Mike, I’m pregnant.” If she is, I’ll gladly welcome our baby.
Mike M. Luster 