I can’t believe that it has been four months since my last post! Time flies like a butterfly. Here I am in an undisclosed location with my childhood sweetheart. It’s past 9:00 AM and I am starving. CS (childhood sweetheart) is still sleeping. I am not used to waking up late even when I barely have a few hours of sleep.
CS is sleeping soundly on the hotel bed. He is an angel when sleeping but a beast in bed. I am not sure if he’s just trying to impress me. We are not in a relationship and meeting him again is more of a coincidence rather than planned. Of course, I knew he would be at the get-together but jumping in bed with him was the farthest thing from my mind; at least until it happened.
My recollection of the events prior to what happened are as follows:
I was busy chatting with an old friend when somebody spoke from my back.
“It is good to see you again after how many years,” it was him.
I thought that I blushed a little and my heart skipped a beat. He was my childhood crush, my puppy love. Our relationship then was pure and ideal. He never got the chance to kiss me or even touch me. When he went to another school for college, our relationship died a natural death. I was sad for a while but never depressed. It was just a childhood crush, a puppy love.
But of course, I was excited to see him again after all these years. He became my date for the night and we hopped tables together like a couple. I enjoyed the night with friends and had a drink of liquor too many. He noticed my rosy face and asked if I was okay. I told him that I needed to go to the restroom to refresh. I asked another friend (a woman) to accompany me to the restroom. I told her that I seldom drink alcohol and I didn’t want to pass out so I needed to wash my face to lessen its effect.
Back at the table, CS was hugging my laptop bag. He asked me where I intend to spend the night after the get-together. I told him that I booked at the hotel that was a block away from the bar. He offered to bring me to the hotel to put my things just in case I became too tipsy to remember my belongings. So we excused ourselves and headed straight to the hotel.
The receptionist thought that I was fooling around when I told her that I booked online. After showing her my ID and a screenshot copy of the payment, she gave me the card.
At the hotel room, CS placed my laptop bag and travelling bag on the sofa. I told him that we needed to return to the bar. Instead of listening, he blocked the door and stayed there for a few minutes. I sit down on the sofa, playing it cool.
“I missed you….” he said.
“Don’t you dare!” I said.
“Just a little kiss. I won’t force you if you don’t like it.”
He moved closer to me and sat beside me, “just a little kiss…for old time’s sake.”
I obliged. First it was gentle like our first love. His next moves drove me crazy. He French-kissed me and started grabbing my breast. The next thing I realized was we were both on the carpeted floor French-kissing.
“Would you like me to undress you?” he asked. I hesitated. I went to the bed and covered myself with the blanket while undressing. He just stood while stripping.
“You have not yet seen my manhood.”
“Of course, we were so young then!”
“Okay, then be surprised later.”
He started to suck my nipples. Then he checked if I was already wet. He stopped the
foreplay, removed his underwear and asked me to part my legs.
“Hold it, you’re the one in charge.”
I found my way to his manhood and to my surprise, it was thicker and longer than what
I imagined. I knew that it would hurt me. It reminded me of the many times Grey
deliberately hurt me just to feed his sexual desire and ego.
“I think I can’t do this with you.”
“I’ve been hurt before.”
“I’ll be gentle.”
He licked my nipples and rubbed his manhood on my hole. When he felt I was ready, he gently penetrated. He did not stop from licking and kissing my body so the sensation of pleasure and pain brought out the wildness in me. We had sex and that was what I remember.
“Are you safe?”
“Why, you did not use protection?”
“You touched it, you assumed there was a condom?”
I rushed to the toilet and washed my vagina. I realized that I was not tipsy anymore! The
realization that I have just jumped in bed with an ex-flame and the possibility of
pregnancy set in.
“Are you okay in there?”
“Just leave me alone!”
“Let’s talk about it, sweetie.”
I remember Grey’s morning-after-pill instruction every time we had unprotected sex.
Somehow, I felt relieved of a possible pregnancy and problem. I opened the door and sweetly smiled at CS, as if nothing happened.
I complained of a sore vagina and reminded him of his promise to “be gentle.” He laughed while reminding me that it was I who kept on telling him to be “hard and rough.” He showed me the scratches on his back and bite marks on his arm.
“What are we?” I asked him just to test him.
“Oh, dear! I came from a troubled relationship so I just want a no-label relationship!”
“I came from a very bad one, too.”
We did not go back to the bar as it had been two hours since we left them. I turned off the message notification on my phone to focus more on CS. I did not allow him for another round of sex as my body was aching so we just cuddled. He slept ahead of me. I could not believe what had done. I slept with an ex-lover while trying to forget about Grey.