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Warning: 🚫
Graphic Sex

JANUARY 2004

MOSA was stuck in the middle—between the silver-colored metallic lockers and her boyfriend’s hot body.

Paulit-ulit na nagdaplisan ang kanilang mapupulang mga labi. Minsan ay naghihilahan pa sa takot na mawalay mula sa matunog nilang paghahalikan.

Ngunit kailangan.

Kailangan nilang maghiwalay.

Kailangan nilang bumitiw mula sa paghahalikan para sulyapan ang ikinikilos ng kanilang mga kamay na humahagod sa isa’t isa—sa mga braso o sa pangahan ni Claude, sa isang dibdib o ’di kaya’y sa isang hita ni Mosa. Habang nagkikiskisan ang kanilang mga katawan ay napapahablot sa itim at unat na mid-length na buhok o sa baywang ni Mosa ang lalaki. Siya naman ay napapasabunot minsan sa itim nitong buhok kapag nahihirapan na siyang pantayan ang bilis ng pag-ulos nito sa kaniya.

Panakaw na sinisilip din nila ang reaksiyon ng mukha ng isa’t isa, kung nasasarapan ba o hindi.

Kailangang maghiwalay ng kanilang mga labi para magnakaw ng mababaw na paghinga.

“Oh, Claude,” ungol niya habang pabilis nang pabilis ang paglabas-masok ng lalaki sa kaniya.

“Oh, yes, Mosa, keep on moaning my name,” he panted, “if you want me to thrust faster.”

“Claude, Claude, Claude . . .” she moaned weakly, raising her head.

Meanwhile, Claude took his chance to stud the side of her neck with his wet kisses that crispily echoed in the locker room. She moaned his name, and he took that as a cue to thrust her faster, making the lockers tremble.

Hermosa knew they shouldn’t do this. They shouldn’t be exploring sex yet. Sa 2005, next year, pa kasi sila ga-graduate ng college. Ngunit, sa hindi niya malamang dahilan ay napakahirap tanggihan ang lalaki. Isang titig lang nito sa kaniya ay rumurupok ang kaniyang paninindigan na ibibigay ang virginity niya sa gabi ng kanilang magiging kasal.

Hanggang sa tuluyan na ngang nabuwal ang pundasyon niya na pinarupok ng mga paglalambing ni Claude.

Isang round lang.

Nagsimula sila sa gano’n ni Claude.

Isang beses lang nila gagawin. Susubukan lang nila kung ano ang pakiramdam ng pakikipag-sex.

Pero ano ito?

Bakit nakakailan na sila?

Ever since he blew her mind with their first sex, they kept asking each other for more!

Tama nga siguro ang mga magulang niya para paalalahanan siyang huwag subukan ang pakikipag-sex sa kaniyang edad. Dahil nakawawala ng disiplina at kontrol ang sex para sa mga baguhang katulad niya. Halos mabaliw-baliw siya at hindi makapagpokus sa pag-aaral tuwing nakararamdam siya ng pananabik na maangkin uli ni Claude. It was him who made her realize that she was capable of feeling horny!

Heto nga’t hindi na sila nakapagpigil ni Claude. Ni hindi sila natuto man lang mula kay Zeus na napatalsik mula sa paaralan nang umabot sa dean ang impormasyo na nakikipag-sex nito sa loob ng university. Alam na nilang bawal, pero nagse-sex pa sila ni Claude sa locker room ng mga basketball players ng kanilang university!

Worse, Hermosa was the university’s Student Council President! Instead of being a good role model, look at what she was doing! She was succumbing to bad behavior! Breaking the university rules, having sex at school.

Once she started feeling Claude’s sensual touch, her skin started burning! Niyakap siya ni Claude nang mahigpit kaya mapaungol siya sa pagsagad ng pagbaon nito sa kaniya.

Nang tumama ang hininga nito sa leeg niya ay naliliyong inihilig niya ang ulo, napapatingala nang kaunti sa masuyong pagdaplis ng mga labi nito sa kaniyang balat.

“Malapit na ’ko,” he groaned, grinding against her.

Napapikit si Mosa sa sarap ng biglaang pagdiin nito sabay pag-ikot ng balakang.

‘O, bakit ang sarap nitong ginagawa namin? Ang sarap tuloy ulit-ulitin!’

“Mosa!” he slammed harder, faster.

Mariin at nanggigigil ang bawat paulit-ulit nitong pag-ungol sa kaniyang pangalan. It only meant one thing, Claude was about to unload!

His violent thrusts made her let out a scream. Mabilis na tinakpan ni Claude ang bibig niya.

“Shh!” he grunted, penetrating her faster.

Napadiin ang likod ni Mosa sa lumalangitngit na bakal na lockers habang sinasalo sa pagitan ng mga hita ang matunog na pagsaksak ni Claude nang paulit-ulit sa kaniya.

Hanggang sa naramdaman na niya ang paninigas at pagpitik ng lalaki sa loob niya. Makalipas ang ilang segundo, humihingal na lumupaypay ang katawan ni Claude padiin sa katawan niya.

Isinubsob nito ang mukha sa kaniyang leeg at yumakap sa kaniya nang maluwag ang mga braso nitong may namimintig at nangingitab sa pawis na biceps.

Mosa closed her eyes, looked up to the ceiling, and caught her breath with shuddering lips.

Humihingal pa ang binata ay humiwalay na ito sa kaniya. He carefully took her legs off his waist and gently slid them down the sides of his legs until her feet were on the floor. Then, he pulled out, took off his condom, and carefully tied its end.

Meanwhile, Mosa hastily clasped her misaligned B-cup white bra, buttoned up her blouse, and pulled down her tight gray pencil skirt.

Claude just pulled up his boxers and green basketball shorts. Then he turned to her and caught her pulling up her white panty. He pulled a playful smirk and met her gaze once she was done dressing up.

“Let’s sit over there,” hila ni Claude kay Mosa palayo mula sa sinasandalan niyang lockers.

She bit her lower lip to suppress a groan. It was just a pain to walk when her legs were still wobbly from that mindblowing quickie.

Magkatabi silang umupo ni Claude sa wooden bench sa gitna ng locker room. Naramdaman niya ang pagdampi ng halik ng boyfriend sa kaniyang noo.

“Oh, damn, Mosa, that was so, so good,” habol pa rin nito ang hininga habang butil-butil ang pawis sa noo at bawat gilid ng mukha.

She lowered her head, blushing. “It’s because you fuck really good.”

Ngumisi ito at initsa ang condom sa trash bin sa isang sulok ng locker room, malapit sa dulong shower stall.

“Bakit do’n mo tinapon!?” panlalaki niya ng mga mata rito. “Baka may makakita sa condom mo!”

Claude chuckled lowly. “At sino naman dito sa school ang sisilip at maghahalungkat sa trash bin ng locker room? Kahit ’yong janitor, ’di na sinisilip ’yan, e! Basta tali na lang ’yan sila sa garbage bag bago ilabas sa bin!”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Kahit na! Bad boy ka talaga.”

“And what will you do, my sweet SC President? Will you report me?” he grinned playfully while staring deeply, challengingly into her eyes.

“No. Not because, boyfriend kita, but simply only because, tapos na ang school hours ko today kaya off-duty na ’ko as SC President,” taray-tarayan niya sabay puslit ng nanunuksong ngiti niya para dito.

Claude scooted closer to her and gently rubbed her knee. “So . . . tara sa condo ko?”

She smiled sheepishly but did not answer yet. Napaangat lang siya ng tingin sa lalaki nang hapitin siya nito sa baywang palapit dito.

With their lips a few inches apart, she could not control the wild beating of her heart.

“Doon natin ituloy,” he smiled before he conquered her lips.

They kissed long and hard. Nang magsimula na namang maglikot ang isang kamay ng lalaki sa pagitan ng mga hita niya ay mabilis na itinulak ito ni Mosa palayo. He was so shocked he shot her a worried look.

“Sabi mo, sa condo natin itutuloy?” nanunuksong tingin niya rito.

“Kaya nga,” he chuckled, sounding relieved.

Tumayo si Claude at hinila na rin siya nito sa kamay. Nang makatayo sa tabi ng binata ay napatingala at napatitig si Mosa rito.

Claude stood exactly 6 feet tall, a common advantage for a university basketball player. His slick jet-black hair was trimmed neat and short, but was currently a mess because she pulled his hair minutes ago. May mga mata ito na parang sa agila, na matalim kung tumitig kahit hindi nangangalit kaya kahit sinong tumingin dito ay makararamdam ng panganib. ’Yong tipo ng panganib na naka-e-excite. Ang excitement na naramdaman din mismo ni Mosa noong una niyang nakilala ang lalaki . . .

She could not help smiling while admiring her boyfriend’s face, his narrow lips smirking proudly at her.

How she felt so lucky to be Claude Saavedra’s girlfriend!

Akala niya noon, mabo-bored si Claude sa personality niya na palaaral at mahilig mag-lead sa school projects o group reports, pero hindi pala. Both of them were proud and supportive of each other’s achievements and goals in school, which she believed was one of the reasons why their relationship lasted for one year now.

Aside from their strong sexual compatibility, Mosa had a feeling that their love could last forever. Sigurado siya na mahal na mahal nila ang isa’t isa.

Sa tindi ng pagmamahalan nilang ito, sino ang may kayang makasira sa kanila?

She knew that Claude would not let anything ruin this.

She wouldn’t let anyone ruin them, either.

Idagdag pa si Curtis, ang kapatid ni Claude at ang kaniyang best friend, na solid ang suporta sa relasyon nilang dalawa. Tiyak na hindi rin nitong hahayaang mahiwalay siya sa kuya nito.

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NEXT DAY . . .

CURTIS took in a deep breath. Hawak ng dalawa niyang kamay ang Canon camera na nakasabit ang lanyard sa kaniyang leeg. Nakatitig siya sa saradong pinto ng air-conditioned na Student Council Office.

He didn’t know why he was feeling this nervous. E, bukas naman daw para sa lahat ng estudyante ang Student Council Office. Bukod doon, nasa opisina ring ito ang best friend niya, ang SC President na si Hermosa Ocampo.

Napalunok si Curtis nang inunahan ng pagbukas ng pinto ang pagkakaroon niya ng sapat na lakas ng loob. Bahagya pa siyang napapitlag bago nagtama ang mga mata nila ng nakabilugang eyeglasses na si Shayne.

Nagsalubong agad ang makakapal na mga kilay ng lalaki na secretary ang posisyon sa SC. Bukod kasi sa magandang penmanship ng Engineering student na ito ay makilatis ito pagdating sa mga detalye kaya naka-landslide victory noong botohan.

“Kanina ka pa r’yan? You should have just knocked, Curtis.” He rolled his eyes. “No. Correction. You don’t even have to knock. Just get in anytime you like, since BFF ka ni Presi, ’di ba?”

He swallowed and pulled out an awkward smile. “Si Mosa?”

Shayne did not let go of the door knob as he pushed the door open to the side with his back, to give way to him.

“Nandito,” anito sa bagot na tono habang tinatamad na sinundan ng tingin ang pagpasok niya sa opisina bago lumabas at isinara ang pinto.

Curtis always knew that Shayne wasn’t a fan of palakasan system. Hindi rin naman ugali ni Curtis na gamitin ang best friend card niya para mapapayag si Mosa sa mga gusto niya, pero tila hindi na mababago ang impresyon na iyon ni Shayne sa paglabas-masok niya sa SC Office. Kahit naiilang naman siya sa pagiging mapanghusga ni Shayne at ng ilan sa mga SC officers, dinededma na lang niya kasi mas mahalaga sa kaniya si Mosa kaysa sa iisipin ng iba sa kaniya.

“Curtis!” Mosa exclaimed from her seat.

His awkward smile grew into a genuine and bigger smile one upon catching his best friend’s radiant beam. She seemed to glow ethereally, as if his presence just brightened her face . . . and her day.

Her eyes were pointed horizontal diamonds but clearer brown in color. Her nose was a long, stretched out raindrop. Her lips were moist from her sunset orange lipgloss that blended well with her peachy white skin tone. Her straight mid-length hair, dark as a starless night, was neatly held back by her thick, yellow plastic headband.

Oh, she was really born to be named Hermosa, beautiful in Spanish!

Her button-down blouse was free from any wrinkle or stain, white and ironed flat to perfection. He couldn’t see the lower half of her body but he knew that, as usual, she was wearing her gray pencil skirt and black flat shoes—the standard uniform for students of Bachelor in Fashion Design and Marketing in their university.

“Hi,” Curtis greeted, finally finding the breath he just lost.

“Upo ka,” anito habang umaayos ng pagkakaupo sa computer chair na ginagamit nitong upuan sa SC office.

He occupied one of the wooden visitor’s chairs on the right, in front of Mosa’s wooden desk.

“Naparito ka?”

“A . . . Oo,” saglit na napatitig siya sa magandang mukha ni Mosa bago napayuko at napatikhim. He gazed at his camera that he was holding with both hands. “Nag-recheck kasi ako sa social and academics calendar sa student handbook natin at napansin ko na malapit na ang scheduled social activity for February which is—”

“The Valentine’s Ball,” Mosa smiled as she leaned back on her seat.

“Yes,” he met her eyes. They were about to suck him in, like a black hole, so immediately pulled his gaze away. “At naisip ko, baka kailangan n’yo ng photographer. Alam mo na, para sa mga souvenir ng mga schoolmate natin . . .”

Mosa’s smile lost its shimmer. It turned apologetic as she slowly sat straight again. “Curtis . . .”

Of course, he was Mosa’s best friend. Kaya wala pang sinasabi ang babae ay alam na niya ang ipinapahiwatig nito base pa lang sa tono ng pagtawag nito sa kaniyang pangalan.

“Oh, I see . . . You got it covered already. I-It’s alright, Mosa.”

She cocked her head to the side. Tila naku-cute-an na naaawa ito sa kaniya. “Pasensiya na, best. Pulido na kasi namin second week pa lang nitong January ang plano para sa Valentine’s Ball. Nag-allot na lang kami ng budget sa pagre-rent ng photobooth. Malaki naman kasi ang nakolekta ng SC sa pa-raffle no’ng university Christmas party last December.”

He looked at her, nodded, and subtly stroked his camera with both hands. “Ayos lang. Nagbakasakali lang din naman ako, best . . .”

“Isa pa, bakit gusto mong mag-photographer sa Valentine’s Ball? Dapat nakiki-party ka sa ’min sa mga oras na ’yon! Hindi ’yong tagakuha ka lang ng pictures namin!”

Curtis gazed back to his camera. “Hindi naman ako mahilig sumayaw o mag-party, e. Wala rin naman akong makakasayaw o makaka-date.”

“Ako!”

Muntik na siyang balunonan sa narinig.

Did Mosa and his brother just broke up? Why would she date him instead of Claude on Valentine’s Ball?!

Curtis froze in his seat, shocked and suffocating at the thoughts and possibilities that overwhelmed him. Mosa only managed to breathe him back to life with her quick explanation.

“I’ll dance with you! We both know, malakas ang stamina ni Claude. Basketball player, e . . .” Mahina pa itong napabungisngis—na para bang may iba pang pakahulugan sa mga sinambit nito—bago sumeryoso uli. “Pero, siguro naman, at one point, mapapagod din s’ya sumayaw o mauuhaw at iinom. Pag-upo n’ya, e, ’di tayo naman ang sumayaw.”

Nahihiya siyang ibalik ang tingin dito kaya ipinako na lang niya ang mga mata sa camera. “Best, don’t mind me. Valentine’s Ball should be your night. Yours . . . and Claude’s. Valentine’s nga, e.”

“You’re right, best.” Habang nakatitig aa kaniya ay mabilis itong nag-isip. “Kung gusto mo, ngayon pa lang, ihahanap na kita ng date!”

Gulat na pinanlakihan niya ito ng mga mata. “No! Please. H’wag mong gagawin ’yan,” nanghihinang makaawa niya.

Napanguso tuloy saglit ang babae. “Ang weird mo talaga, best. Photographer ka nga, pero wala kang kainte-interes sa concept ng romance! Isn’t photography like that on some instances? May drama? Nagro-romanticize? Mapagplanuhan lang ang anggulo at pi-picture-an, then click! Romantic!”

“Mosa,” he smiled politely, “what your said may be true, but that’s not always the case. In my case, I don’t want to capture romanticized pictures. I want to capture my subjects in their rawest and realest images.”

Mosa looked away and sighed. “So, are you implying that since you won’t be taking photos at the party, you’d rather not attend?”

He just shrugged and glanced at his camera. At the back of his mind, he was already giving his camera a comforting pat to make it feel that it would be alright even if they didn’t get a photoshoot gig for the Valentine’s Ball.

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SAMANTALA, pagkatapos ng basketball practice  ay dumeretso si Claude sa locker room. Pero binabagtas pa lang niya ang pasilyo patungo ro’n ay sinalubong na siya ni Freya.

Freya was shorter in height compared to his girlfriend Mosa. Her brown, bobcut hair reached only half of her neck, making her round eyes look black and bigger and her red lips smaller.

“Hi,” kaswal na bati niya sa kaibigan ni Mosa na kapwa nito  student. He was rarely with Freya but he was friendly towards her because it was her who helped him win Mosa’s heart. She gave him Mosa’s number when Curtis was being too stingy of it because he wanted him to personally ask Mosa for her number. This small favor was the reason somehow as to why he believed he owed Freya the good start of his relationship with Mosa.

“Hi, Claude,” pilya nitong ngiti. “Give me your hand.”

“Bakit?” ngisi niya rito.

“You’ll see,” she said, hiding both hands behind her back.

“May ipinabibigay ba si Mosa?” Claude laid out his hand.

Hindi sumagot si Freya. Mabilis na inilagay nito sa kaniyang palad ang isang maliit na bagay.

Isang SD card.

Sinamantala ni Freya ang pagkakatitig niya sa SD card para makatakbo palayo.

Sinubukan niyang habulin si Freya.  Kaya lang, kahit anong takbo niya sa pasilyo ay hindi na niya ito naabutan pa. Nahirapan siyang habulin ito lalo na nang masalubong ang mga teammate na humarang sa daraanan niya para batiin siya bago lagpasan.

Nanatiling nakapako si Claude sa kaniyang kinatatayuan at napatitig uli sa hawak niyang SD card.

‘Para sa’n ’to? Bakit hindi man lang in-explain ng babaeng ’yon? Is this a video greet from Mosa? A surprise from Mosa?’ He looked at the SD card closely. ‘P’wedeng pang-professional camera din ’to. Baka kay Curtis ’to? Na-misplace ba n’ya ito o naiwanan kung saan-saan? Pero bakit sa ’kin inabot ni Freya?’

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IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HEAT
La Grilla Series #2
Copyright: 2024
R-18, General Fiction, Sexy Romance, Drama

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