Let’s just call him Chinese Jesus or Chi-Jesus as his email address is. A 29 year old basketball player who hangs out with the same crowd as the men she’s been with, cousins plus an uncle who happens to be his coach. Tall, fair skinned and smart. Your diva was hooked. Before she came to Cagayan, he has been heaping his excitedness of seeing her once she gets to her hometown. “I cannot wait to see you, I’ve never been this excited.” She cannot wait to get home.
So she came and they saw each other at a party. They agreed to ditch their friends later and meet up.
“I finally get to see you.” He said. “I missed you so much.”
Even though she doesn’t understand why, her hair stood up on their end from the giddiness he brought.
“Let’s go to the beach.”
Lopez Beach at 3am. Closed. He got out from the car, exchanged a few words with the tenant and got back in. Seconds after, the gate opened.
“Ooh.” She purred. “Whatever did you do? Such power, ha.”
He winked. “More where it came from.”
She shivered at that. They parked at the far left. Under a tree. Dark. She heard the car engine put to a stop. Then silence. No one talked for a while.
She shivered again.
“Cold?” He asked. When she nodded, he wrapped his arms around her. “I cannot believe I am already here. At this place. With you.” He was murmuring through her hair. “Do you know how this makes me feel?”
“Tell me.”
“Ever since I saw you, there was instant attraction. Everytime I ask about you, there is always someone against it.”
She raised her eyebrows.
“Your uncle! Your cousins, your friends. I cannot get near you. There is this huge wall around you all the time that no one can penetrate.”
She had to laugh at that.
“It’s not funny. Now that I’m here, its unbelievable. Were you ever attracted to me at all?” He stared into her eyes when he asked that.
“Yes.” There was no hesitation.
“You were?!” He asked incredulously as if knowing sooner would have saved him the trouble. “I cannot believe it.”
He then kissed her. The kiss was hasty. Urgent. Wet. It reminded her of a kiss when she was in high school and a boy was clumsily feeling her chest. She was startled but she kissed him back. He gave a soft hum. He came up for air and looked at her. Wild thoughts raced to her head. This shouldn’t be happening. She liked him. Really liked him. She doesn’t want it to just be like that. Sexual. Hurried. She was about to tell him to stop when his lips found hers again. His hand found her the top of her dress and fumbled for entry. There was an oomph and the tube dress was already on her waist.
“Hey..” She stroked his sweaty forehead to calm him down. He was breathing heavily, his lips on her neck, and his hands were on her left breast.
“Do you want to go somewhere else?” The look on his face told her everything. Hungry. Hot. He wasn’t looking at her. He was just looking. Sadly, she pushed the top of her dress back in place, looked away and whispered, “Lets.”
