I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.
I haven't posted anything in so much time now... this next entry is going to be HUUUUUUUUGEEEEEEEE. Either that, or it's going to miss many important parts of my events. Most probably both.
And I'm even more sorry because these events were quite unique, and the immediate feelings and thoughts they once evoked are now old and faded. :( Impromptu trips to the US, meeting far-away but very cool distant relatives, suddenly finding several members of the female community who like me, notable numerology and astrology synchronisms with reality, my family reunion, my sister's wedding, and my first few encounters with sex are not things that happen every day.
A warning, though, to the people who read this entry. My absence of blogging during this time was not purely coincidental - it was my intention to keep some information secret, unknown to several people. I don't really mind describing my life in full detail to everyone who will read it, but when people I care about may be negatively influenced by my sincere opinions, thoughts, and feelings, I avoid posting those particular statements.
But now I realized that honesty is more important. I once came to the conclusion that Honesty is one of the most important values, and determined myself to follow it as my key virtue. So I will expose myself with complete honesty here, adhering to my own thoughts and opinions, embracing truth, even if it borders on cynicism at times. So, again, a warning to those whom I may offend (and you will probably know who you are) - this entry will reflect the bare truth, and I deeply apologize for how disparately this truth may diverge from what I have told you during these two months. And if any person justifiably wishes me to censor some parts of this entry, I will gladly do so.
I guess I should just start where I left off: Andrea. Andrea, Andrea, Andrea. My first requited romantic love. My first real kiss. My first encounter with real sexual activities. The first person I trusted so much as to tell her everything, everything, absolutely everything inside of me. She was (is?) definitely my first girlfriend.
Again, I'm sorry I didn't post my experiences while they occurred - feelings won't come out as purely or precisely now. Still, I will try my best.
(Taken from unpublished "Sex Stories" entry) "Remember the "Tremor yesterday" entry? Probably not. Well, that entry mentioned that I had met an incredible girl two weeks ago and had lost her the day of the tremor. This girl is Andrea, my cousin's 15-year old daughter - a most amazing, energetic, creative, cute, outstanding, incredible girl with whom I have many things in common."
I met Andrea while helping her on her Physics and Spanish classes from school. I had just broken my left hand and had surgery on it a few days ago when I was, out of nowhere, asked by her mom to help her out with school. So for a couple of weeks I gladly tutored her, and when I found out what a cool girl she was, I found myself befriending her quite fondly.
It did surprise me though, when one day, June the 11th, she called me from the beach at her lakehouse just to talk to me. I mean, I really enjoyed her company and conversation, but she was a little more friendly than usual, and I REALLY didn't expect what happened next.
After the usual distracting chit-chat, we began to play Truth or Dare on the phone. Except there was no Dare, so it was really just Truth. We asked and answered some sexual questions at first, and then moved on to questions about lighter love relationships. Til this point, I honestly still thought it was all just playful chat, so I went along with it. But when she hesitated several times to tell me the name of the guy she liked, I got suspicious.
Oh well, I could tell this the long way, but in short, she told me she liked me (Likes me as in "has a crush on me"). I was a little shocked. :O I had NEVER been in a similar situation before, so I naturally didn't know what to do. My mind began racing: "WHAT DO I DO?? WHAT DO I DO?? WHAT DO I SAY?????? She just poured her heart out to me and... well not really her heart but still... WOW! Should I tell her the same? I mean, she IS pretty and my closest female friend right now... but... she's 8 years younger! And my cousin's daughter! And I'm supposed to TUTOR her, not SEDUCE HER!!! But isn't this what I've been wishing for so many years? A girl who likes me as a boy/man/whatever!? I can't tell her I don't like her - it'd be AWFUL for her! And anyway, I DO like her..." In the end, I made up my mind, and the amazingly long awkward silence that ensued while I thought all of this was followed by my telling her that I liked her too.
Two days later, June the 13th, my pretty girl Andrea invited me over to her house to "watch movies". We spent ALL day together in her house - first listening to music, then watching a couple of movies, and finally in her room at night. As our mutual liking was now no secret, we got on a little differently. We spent more time touching and hugging than anything else, but I still wasn't ready for "the kiss". I had NEVER kissed anyone's lips before - I literally trembled at the thought. Andrea kept hinting me to kiss her all day, but I, uninitiated lover, couldn't easily bring myself to achieve such a task. She even playfully bit my lower lip, but all I did was freeze and stare at her doing it. I was, sincerely, too afraid to kiss her at the time.
That very night we talked on the phone for about 2 hours. She laughed at me for not having taken such obvious chances to kiss her that day, while I justified myself with my nil experience on the subject. Unfortunately, her mom caught her on the phone at 1AM. When she noticed it was me she was talking to, she burst out with anger, "confiscated" her cellphone, and told her she would never see me again (she was already suspicious about our more-than-friendly behavior together).
When Andrea told me what had happened last night, I slumped. Even though we hadn't kissed at all the previous day, she was, at the time, the most important person in my life. I had shared all of my secrets with her and she had done so with me - I trusted her from the bottom of my soul. I was extremely sad with the idea of not seeing her again, and I said so in my "Tremor Yesterday" entry, written that very day, June the 14th.
During the next few days, Andrea and I talked by phone and by MSN, exchanging sweet "I love you's" and "we should've kissed" regrets. Then next week, almost by magic, Andrea convinced her parents to let her go to the movies with me on Friday! I was ecstatic with the news. A whole afternoon, left to ourselves, inside the movies! The world turned upside for me for the better! And it so happened that I had the cast from my hand removed on Thursday, so I'd be using a newly-restored hand on my first real date with her.
So on Friday, my sister took me to pick Andrea up at her parents' office, and then took us to the Miraflores movie theater. While we were outside, we acted like playful friends - we touched, pushed, and hugged each other playfully, but the fear of meeting someone that knew us was too much. However, when we were together in the dark watching Shrek 3, it all just happened. My hand moved to her leg, she did the same, we looked, we consented with only our looks, and then slowly, very slowly, moved our faces toward each other. I was trembling like mad - I could hear my irregular breathing and felt light-headed already. And then in a moment, holding on to her leg with my weak hand, our lips touched and we kissed.
I wouldn't describe the initial sensation as magical, or like sparks flying everywhere. My stomach was churning and I did tremble as if high on caffeine, but the actual kiss was not out of this world or whatever. It was soft, for her lips were smooth and gentle, exploring and curious of this new kisser of hers. It was warm, for our breathing reached each other with each nervous exhalation. And it was wet, obviously, because our lips and mouth were moist. Although at first I tried to perceive this new experience objectively, it wasn't long until I got lost in the turmoil of my own feelings, such as:
"WOW!!! WOOOW!!! I'm doing it! I'm actually doing it!!! OK, self-esteem, you got a really nice treat today!! Hmmm, I wonder if I'm doing it right? They say there are good kissers and bad kissers... what am I? There's also strong and gentle... what should I be? Hmmmm, not strong... it COULD get out of hand and I don't want to seem like a lusty rapist. So yep, gentle's OK. Maybe she'd like a little thigh-squeezing? Ooooh, her breathing jumped! Yep, she liked that! OK now, lips... mine are trembling!! I don't know what to do... what do I do? Pretend to eat her? Bite her? Lick her? Just idotically gape in front of her so she can teach me? It feels so weird... I guess I'll just do whatever she's doing, and if I'm blamed for not taking the initiative I'll say I was just being gentle hehe :P"
As I said, her kiss was both soft and sweet. She went little by little, exploring bits of my mouth before moving in deeper. Her tongue lightly licked my lips, which sent shudders of excitement through my whole body, before moving on to gently caressing my tongue. I'll remember that moment forever, I'm quite sure. I could tell she wasn't too satisfied with the experience because she backed away from time to time, but I was curious, thrilled with this new excitement, and always moved my face back to hers to urge her to show me more. It was also the first time I didn't care about missing out some parts of the movie. Shrek 3 was very low on my priorities at that time, even as it glared right in front of us.
Minutes later, we exited the movie theater side by side - no hands touching, no arms hugging, no lips kissing, no eyes searching for the other's. We walked as spies in a covert mission, paranoid that someone might recognize us. A little later, Andrea told me what I was dying to hear: my kissing evaluation. She was honest. "You definitely don't know how to kiss. Maybe you'll learn quickly if you're a good apprentice, but for now, you suck at it".
Amazingly enough (I still don't know how she did it), the very next day she convinced her parents to invite me to church on sunday with them. So I went and we made the "cute friends act" in front of her parents, but of course we couldn't show the least sign of further affection. Apparently we did a good job at disguising our real relationship, since that very day, Andrea's mother herself came up with the idea of Andrea inviting me to a three-day, youth-only christian concert.
So after a few days of wild anticipation, Wednesday June the 27th arrived, and we met at the concert area at 2PM. Our behavior was awkward at first, stealing looks from each other, figuring out what the other was thinking, lightly touching each other without knowing how far to touch. But gradually it all came back... she held my hand, I put my arm around her, she tickled me, I grabbed her by her sides, we hugged, caressed our cheeks and finally kissed again. We firmly locked on to each other and had a much better kiss than on friday, now that I was actually involved in the kissing and licking process. After the kiss I asked "better?", she gave me a teasing look and laughed "you're getting better", with this sweet grin on her face.
We kissed all afternoon. We kissed inside the concert, outside the concert, and in the big parking lot in front of the church. Even now I was still trying to keep our relationship a little friendly and courteous, avoiding what I thought could be a purely lusty, sexual love, so I made up conversation topics all of a sudden and showed impromptu, though sincere interest in her life. But little by little our kisses were getting to me, each time better, tastier, deeper even. French kissing just followed so naturally that we didn't even think about it. And so we spent our afternoon, exploring each other's thoughts and mouths.
Then nightfall came, and the concert moved on to a larger, more comfortable hall, with benches arranged in concentric semi circles around the main stage. Andrea and I found a nice lone bench near the back of the audience, hidden from most observers by a wide stone column. We both knew what we were up to, so no sooner had the lights gone out than we began kissing each other and fondling each other's bodies. She began caressing my legs on an area dangerously near my crotch, so I replied with equal lust. Our kisses were strong and passionate, though her lips were always soft. By this time it had finally sunk in that she actually desired me, so my confidence rose - I took her breast in my hand and squeezed it, rubbed my hand around her crotch a little harder, and explored her mouth further with my lips and tongue. She replied with rubbing my bare back under my shirt and playfully grabbing my crotch. And then I knew: "OK, she wants it ALL :O".
Around us the concert music boomed and the christian crowd shouted, but the noisy setting only aroused us further. I took her hand with mine while kissing, and I noticed we were sweating all around - even her smell was different - she let out a spicy, stomach-turning, very arousing aroma now. Things were getting wilder by the minute, so we decided to move on to a more private place. We walked out quietly to the bathrooms, but saw they were too full. So we walked outside the building and to the back, holding hands all the while. We found a small parking lot where we kissed, but the area was still too open, so we moved on. Rounding the building, we found a narrow raised corridor with wooden doors on the sides that led directly to the concert hall. One of them had a nice deep threshold, so we got inside and grabbed each other again.
Our mouths went together and locked like magnets. At this time I was literally devouring her, and I just couldn't get enough of her kisses and warm loving breath - they were positively addictive. Our hands explored each other's bodies with passion and desire, but also so naturally. It was a wonderful feeling. I rubbed her bare back, feeling her warm and sweaty, and she did the same. Squeezing her breasts, rubbing her sides, I found my hands directly around her bare waist right above her jeans. I experienced a brief mental conflict in which I decided to dive in, and so my hands did. Beneath her jeans, underneath her panties my hands went, where they cupped the smoothest, softest, most delightful mass of skin and flesh I had ever felt. I began to squeeze and scratch her bottom cheeks rhythmically, knowing that her pleasure would increase. And SO it did. She began moaning right in front of me while kissing, and I was only more turned on by her moans, so I squeezed and touched her harder and faster.
Then she began to move her body in another way. As I squeezed her glutes, she pushed them towards my body along with her hips and legs, and her jeans rubbed my khakis precisely over our "pretty organs". I should mention that I had a full erection by that time. Her sudden movement lit my instinctive spark and it exploded, and my hips suddenly jerked all by themselves back to hers, pushing her to the wooden door behind her. And then we both understood, and just went with the flow. Our lips and tongues were busy wrestling with each other, sparking erotic signals all around our bodies. This made our hands grasp tighter to each other's buttocks and waists, reinforcing the newly-discovered swaying of the hips. My mind was blank by this time - my focus was set on giving my partner the most pleasure she had ever felt through her whole body and on keeping a steady rhythm with our hips, lips, tongue, and hands. Sex is truly an art.
My pleasure was peaking in more aspects than just physical. Although we were sweating, moaning, and grinding each other sex-crazedly, we still had all of our clothes on, so technical dangers of unwanted reproduction or messy clothes were almost nil. I couldn't tell exactly how long did we make love to each other under that wooden door's threshold, but I'd estimate between 30 and 40 minutes. A couple of noises under the corridor scared us, and we stopped. We looked at each other, asking each other if it was all right to continue, and then her hands went down to my crotch. She gave me this sweet, sexy, malicious grin, and began to squeeze and fondle my "pipe" slow and hard, unbuckling my belt with her other hand. Her look was quizzical, as if asking me permission to move on. My body went crazy with joy at this gift of pleasure she was offering, but my mind differed. I reasonably thought that one piece of clothing off would eventually lead to all pieces of clothing off, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to have my first real sex session on a concrete floor and with the danger of being caught. My mind decided to let her decide: it projected joyful amazement, pleasure, fear, and the feeling of "as long as you're fine with it, go ahead, I'll be more than happy to help you."
But she noticed my fear, so she stopped her unbuckling and just hugged me tight, rubbing our crotches together again. Our kissing went on for a little while longer, but then we went back to the concert and to the shouting crowds. Since then until 9PM, we just kissed a couple of times and waited for her parents to pick her up. They did, and I drove back home, amazed at this new experience I had been fortunate enough to have shared with a girl that I cared about so much.
Thursday afternoon came, and we met at the concert area again. All we could think and talk about was last night. "It all came out so naturally, I wasn't even thinking!!" "What do you think of my kisses now, huh?" "Ooohhh, they're getting better", she said while she winked at me. We decided not to do anything sexual that day, so that her parents would notice nothing and let us be together on friday, on the last night.
Oh weak pact! Our mutual anti-sexual agreement was quickly broken. All it took was a smile from me, an inviting grin from her, and a new touch of our lips. I swear our lips acted like magnets - they stuck to each other like dear life. Her kisses were no less sweeter this time, but we had crossed the threshold - kisses were not enough anymore. Just a couple of hours later we went into my car, locked it, and kissed each other there. She was on the passenger seat and I on the driver's, and as we kissed we moved together closer. I moved on top of her and kissed her more, rubbing her body as I did. She was definitely curious as to my genitals, for her hand quickly slided down my belly, belt and underwear right there. If I wasn't hard enough at that time, her hand surely did the trick. I had never ever felt another person's touch on my erect member before, and it was definitely something to remember. She wrapped it with her hand, stroked and squeezed it, and each movement she made only made my hands and kisses stronger on her. Even with so much pleasure going on inside me, my hand also found her way down her pants and reached her hairy entrance. My fingers explored her female genitals, and one of them adventured deep inside of her. Soft, slick, and mushy - that's how I'd describe the feeling. She moaned quite louder when I did so, and it made her want to change positions, and get down to the real thing.
We moved to the Acura's back seat, which infortunately has a hard plastic bulge where the middle seat should be. Nevertheless, she laid me down on my back and she came on top of me, and began rubbing her crotch with mine. I replied by fondling and squeezing her breasts, rubbing them teasingly with my fingers. Though the rubbing was pleasant, the position was not, and I'll honestly say that I didn't like the rubbing nearly as much as last night's. We were all the time scared that someone might see her jerking buttocks right across the car's transparent windows, so after a while we stopped and walked around the parking lot again. Night fell again, and just like last night, we found a private place for ourselves. This time it was behind the bushes, but it was not nearly as comfortable as last night's. We both agreed on it, and did the best we could with it. It was still very passionate and romantic. We had created a strong bond between us already. Unfortunately for our sexual desire, her mother caught us holding hands in the parking lot, and she immediately knew for sure what Andrea and I felt for each other. She was not pleased with the idea, and she drove away with her husband and daughter with only a bare "good night" to me.
The next day Andrea told me what had happened - she was getting the worst part out of the deal. Her mother was mad with anger at her for having chosen me as her boyfriend. "Why couldn't it be any of the people with whom you are NOT blood-related with?" She denied everything... she said we had NOT been holding hands and that she probably saw that because it was dark and we were close together. Of course, her mother did not believe her, and she forbid her from seeing me ever again. Friday the 29th was sad for me, again thinking I would not see her again for a long time. But then things changed so unexpectedly...
An extra short comment now. During these days, I remembered something I had mentioned in one of my chats with DD. DD and I talk about almost anything in a most honest and analytical manner, and according to my chat records, the night of June the 6th, we talked about love relationships with a large age difference, and love relationships between members of the same family. Discussing it, we both agreed that we both did not see anything wrong with either of these relationships, as long as both parties agreed to it. Isn't it weird that just 5 days later, the next time I talked to Andrea, we expressed to each other that we liked each other? And how it all evolved after that? I'm confident that I somehow expressed my permission to Fate to hook me up with girls of that kind that we described in that chat. And so Fate did and put Andrea right in front of me... curious, huh?
I don't know if I have mentioned it, but I like to socialize on the net. I know people in Germany, Peru, Bolivia, the States, Turkey, Malaysia, besides all my local acquaintances. One female contact in particular, SLT from Los Angeles, I met, curiously, precisely on the night after Andrea first bit my lips, on June the 13th, through a social photo zite called Zorpia (http://www.zorpia.com). She had a bunch of sexy and artistic pictures of herself and was a famous member of the site. I began conversation with her complimenting her on her long, straight, black hair. She answered positively, and after a few days, we were chatting on MSN on a daily basis. I really enjoyed talking to her - we shared many tastes and thoughts and we both had a very similar view on life: non-conformist and full of possibilities.
On Friday June the 29th, precisely the day that I did not go to the last concert day with Andrea with, I logged on to MSN early and began chatting with SLT. We had already developed quite some trust and friendship between us, and we knew each other's thoughts well. She had this peculiar way of expressing some emotions; for example, when I teased her, she would say *pushes you playfully* or *giggles*, creating an imaginary set for us and our actions. I learned the trick pretty quickly, and was already an expert at *sticks tongue at you* and *throws popcorn at you*. But then that night SLT *took my hands* and *pushed me to the wall*, so I replied with *turning you back on the wall* and *moving closer to you*. Our virtual faces slowly but surely reached together until we virtually kissed. Virtual hugs and virtual kisses were followed by virtual body rubs and virtual neck sucks. Our innocent little game extended into a full 6-hour erotic MSN composition until 4 AM the next day which left us very sexually aroused, and which only the time urged us to leave on standby until next time.
Another short, appropriate note. That very same night, I found Tatiana, a girl I had not seen since we graduated from high school together, on MSN. I had not talked to her in years, literally, and suddenly she asked me for some help regarding her laptop and her MSN privacy. When I asked her how was her life going, she told she was living in Los Angeles (SLT too, coincidence??), and she practically INVITED ME to come over and visit her. :O Another brilliant move from Fate herself.
Yet ANOTHER (even shorter) note. Friday the 29th was also the last day to submit applications for a certain master's scholarship I was aiming for in Japan, which was also my last official activity at the time, so I was free from any official obligation whatsoever. ALSO, I had JUST YESTERDAY given a 3-week vacation from my japanese abacus classes.
On Saturday June the 30th, I met SLT again and after just a few lines of casual conversation, our virtual set was again heated up and filled with hugs, kisses, exploring, rubs, sucks, licks, crotches, nakedness, pleasure, and orgasms. On Sunday July the 1st, the same thing happened. Monday the 2nd, the same. Tuesday the 3rd, the same. Our sessions only got lustier and longer with time, and our vocabulary complemented each other for a nice mix of sweet, erotic, lusty, dirty, and intense. Thoughts of how strangely and wonderfully synchronized this was with my relationship with Andrea crossed my mind all the time. I had told SLT I had no girlfriend when we met, and it was sort of true, because all Andrea had done to me was bite my lips once. But though I knew better now, I didn't tell SLT that just days ago I had actually done most of what I virtually described doing with SLT.
And then that Tuesday, I received an email ad from Spirit Airlines. "CHEAP TICKETS TO LOS ANGELES FROM GUATEMALA! $76 ONE WAY, BASED ON ROUND-TRIP FARE!!!" (That's not exactly what it said, but it was the part I paid attention to, of course.
I decided that the good ol' Universe was conspiring for me to do something. Hmmm, I thought... with my scholarship application submitted, my vacation from abacus classes, two people to visit in LA, one of them sexually interested in me, my girlfriend indefinitely taken away from me, and cheap tickets to LA... well... the road was pretty clear! It also happened that my mom had been expressing her desire to visit a distant relative in Seattle, WA for several months now, and I took the chance. "Look mom! Cheap tickets to LA! You could easily take another plane or even a train to Seattle from there!!" My mom was piqued with interested in the idea, and pondered on it for a day. The offer expired on July the 4th (USA Independence Day), and my mom finally, hurriedly, made the decision to buy tickets for her and for me to Los Angeles, from Sunday July the 8th through July the 25th.
So it was done :O I was taking a trip now. With 3 days left to prepare, I told SLT I was going to visit her, I told Tatiana I was going to visit her, my mom told Genevieve (our distant relative) we were visiting her, and it was all set then. And then I thought "hmmm, I have an excuse to go see Andrea now... say goodbye!" So on the night before the trip, I went to her house and said goodbye. We watched "The Last Samurai" in the living room while her parents were around, and kissed each other on the couch when they weren't. After about an hour, I said goodbye to her and to her parents (we always kept a cordial, distant tone between us, hiding the obvious fear and dislike) And then we kissed passionately beside my car. She told me not to go have sex with other girls in Los Angeles, and I said "of course not". And that's the last time I've seen her since.
On the plane to LA, thoughts of guilt of cheating on Andrea crossed through my mind. I had full knowledge of what I was doing, yet I was doing it. Why? Well, Andrea was almost a lost case by now... I wasn't about to stand up to the family proclaiming Andrea as my true love just to keep her with me - it would've hurt her much more than it would've hurt me. So I looked for love in other people - was that bad? I even wrote a little while on my plane seat:
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.
I haven't posted anything in so much time now... this next entry is going to be HUUUUUUUUGEEEEEEEE. Either that, or it's going to miss many important parts of my events. Most probably both.
And I'm even more sorry because these events were quite unique, and the immediate feelings and thoughts they once evoked are now old and faded. :( Impromptu trips to the US, meeting far-away but very cool distant relatives, suddenly finding several members of the female community who like me, notable numerology and astrology synchronisms with reality, my family reunion, my sister's wedding, and my first few encounters with sex are not things that happen every day.
A warning, though, to the people who read this entry. My absence of blogging during this time was not purely coincidental - it was my intention to keep some information secret, unknown to several people. I don't really mind describing my life in full detail to everyone who will read it, but when people I care about may be negatively influenced by my sincere opinions, thoughts, and feelings, I avoid posting those particular statements.
But now I realized that honesty is more important. I once came to the conclusion that Honesty is one of the most important values, and determined myself to follow it as my key virtue. So I will expose myself with complete honesty here, adhering to my own thoughts and opinions, embracing truth, even if it borders on cynicism at times. So, again, a warning to those whom I may offend (and you will probably know who you are) - this entry will reflect the bare truth, and I deeply apologize for how disparately this truth may diverge from what I have told you during these two months. And if any person justifiably wishes me to censor some parts of this entry, I will gladly do so.
I guess I should just start where I left off: Andrea. Andrea, Andrea, Andrea. My first requited romantic love. My first real kiss. My first encounter with real sexual activities. The first person I trusted so much as to tell her everything, everything, absolutely everything inside of me. She was (is?) definitely my first girlfriend.
Again, I'm sorry I didn't post my experiences while they occurred - feelings won't come out as purely or precisely now. Still, I will try my best.
(Taken from unpublished "Sex Stories" entry) "Remember the "Tremor yesterday" entry? Probably not. Well, that entry mentioned that I had met an incredible girl two weeks ago and had lost her the day of the tremor. This girl is Andrea, my cousin's 15-year old daughter - a most amazing, energetic, creative, cute, outstanding, incredible girl with whom I have many things in common."
I met Andrea while helping her on her Physics and Spanish classes from school. I had just broken my left hand and had surgery on it a few days ago when I was, out of nowhere, asked by her mom to help her out with school. So for a couple of weeks I gladly tutored her, and when I found out what a cool girl she was, I found myself befriending her quite fondly.
It did surprise me though, when one day, June the 11th, she called me from the beach at her lakehouse just to talk to me. I mean, I really enjoyed her company and conversation, but she was a little more friendly than usual, and I REALLY didn't expect what happened next.
After the usual distracting chit-chat, we began to play Truth or Dare on the phone. Except there was no Dare, so it was really just Truth. We asked and answered some sexual questions at first, and then moved on to questions about lighter love relationships. Til this point, I honestly still thought it was all just playful chat, so I went along with it. But when she hesitated several times to tell me the name of the guy she liked, I got suspicious.
Oh well, I could tell this the long way, but in short, she told me she liked me (Likes me as in "has a crush on me"). I was a little shocked. :O I had NEVER been in a similar situation before, so I naturally didn't know what to do. My mind began racing: "WHAT DO I DO?? WHAT DO I DO?? WHAT DO I SAY?????? She just poured her heart out to me and... well not really her heart but still... WOW! Should I tell her the same? I mean, she IS pretty and my closest female friend right now... but... she's 8 years younger! And my cousin's daughter! And I'm supposed to TUTOR her, not SEDUCE HER!!! But isn't this what I've been wishing for so many years? A girl who likes me as a boy/man/whatever!? I can't tell her I don't like her - it'd be AWFUL for her! And anyway, I DO like her..." In the end, I made up my mind, and the amazingly long awkward silence that ensued while I thought all of this was followed by my telling her that I liked her too.
Two days later, June the 13th, my pretty girl Andrea invited me over to her house to "watch movies". We spent ALL day together in her house - first listening to music, then watching a couple of movies, and finally in her room at night. As our mutual liking was now no secret, we got on a little differently. We spent more time touching and hugging than anything else, but I still wasn't ready for "the kiss". I had NEVER kissed anyone's lips before - I literally trembled at the thought. Andrea kept hinting me to kiss her all day, but I, uninitiated lover, couldn't easily bring myself to achieve such a task. She even playfully bit my lower lip, but all I did was freeze and stare at her doing it. I was, sincerely, too afraid to kiss her at the time.
That very night we talked on the phone for about 2 hours. She laughed at me for not having taken such obvious chances to kiss her that day, while I justified myself with my nil experience on the subject. Unfortunately, her mom caught her on the phone at 1AM. When she noticed it was me she was talking to, she burst out with anger, "confiscated" her cellphone, and told her she would never see me again (she was already suspicious about our more-than-friendly behavior together).
When Andrea told me what had happened last night, I slumped. Even though we hadn't kissed at all the previous day, she was, at the time, the most important person in my life. I had shared all of my secrets with her and she had done so with me - I trusted her from the bottom of my soul. I was extremely sad with the idea of not seeing her again, and I said so in my "Tremor Yesterday" entry, written that very day, June the 14th.
During the next few days, Andrea and I talked by phone and by MSN, exchanging sweet "I love you's" and "we should've kissed" regrets. Then next week, almost by magic, Andrea convinced her parents to let her go to the movies with me on Friday! I was ecstatic with the news. A whole afternoon, left to ourselves, inside the movies! The world turned upside for me for the better! And it so happened that I had the cast from my hand removed on Thursday, so I'd be using a newly-restored hand on my first real date with her.
So on Friday, my sister took me to pick Andrea up at her parents' office, and then took us to the Miraflores movie theater. While we were outside, we acted like playful friends - we touched, pushed, and hugged each other playfully, but the fear of meeting someone that knew us was too much. However, when we were together in the dark watching Shrek 3, it all just happened. My hand moved to her leg, she did the same, we looked, we consented with only our looks, and then slowly, very slowly, moved our faces toward each other. I was trembling like mad - I could hear my irregular breathing and felt light-headed already. And then in a moment, holding on to her leg with my weak hand, our lips touched and we kissed.
I wouldn't describe the initial sensation as magical, or like sparks flying everywhere. My stomach was churning and I did tremble as if high on caffeine, but the actual kiss was not out of this world or whatever. It was soft, for her lips were smooth and gentle, exploring and curious of this new kisser of hers. It was warm, for our breathing reached each other with each nervous exhalation. And it was wet, obviously, because our lips and mouth were moist. Although at first I tried to perceive this new experience objectively, it wasn't long until I got lost in the turmoil of my own feelings, such as:
"WOW!!! WOOOW!!! I'm doing it! I'm actually doing it!!! OK, self-esteem, you got a really nice treat today!! Hmmm, I wonder if I'm doing it right? They say there are good kissers and bad kissers... what am I? There's also strong and gentle... what should I be? Hmmmm, not strong... it COULD get out of hand and I don't want to seem like a lusty rapist. So yep, gentle's OK. Maybe she'd like a little thigh-squeezing? Ooooh, her breathing jumped! Yep, she liked that! OK now, lips... mine are trembling!! I don't know what to do... what do I do? Pretend to eat her? Bite her? Lick her? Just idotically gape in front of her so she can teach me? It feels so weird... I guess I'll just do whatever she's doing, and if I'm blamed for not taking the initiative I'll say I was just being gentle hehe :P"
As I said, her kiss was both soft and sweet. She went little by little, exploring bits of my mouth before moving in deeper. Her tongue lightly licked my lips, which sent shudders of excitement through my whole body, before moving on to gently caressing my tongue. I'll remember that moment forever, I'm quite sure. I could tell she wasn't too satisfied with the experience because she backed away from time to time, but I was curious, thrilled with this new excitement, and always moved my face back to hers to urge her to show me more. It was also the first time I didn't care about missing out some parts of the movie. Shrek 3 was very low on my priorities at that time, even as it glared right in front of us.
Minutes later, we exited the movie theater side by side - no hands touching, no arms hugging, no lips kissing, no eyes searching for the other's. We walked as spies in a covert mission, paranoid that someone might recognize us. A little later, Andrea told me what I was dying to hear: my kissing evaluation. She was honest. "You definitely don't know how to kiss. Maybe you'll learn quickly if you're a good apprentice, but for now, you suck at it".
Amazingly enough (I still don't know how she did it), the very next day she convinced her parents to invite me to church on sunday with them. So I went and we made the "cute friends act" in front of her parents, but of course we couldn't show the least sign of further affection. Apparently we did a good job at disguising our real relationship, since that very day, Andrea's mother herself came up with the idea of Andrea inviting me to a three-day, youth-only christian concert.
So after a few days of wild anticipation, Wednesday June the 27th arrived, and we met at the concert area at 2PM. Our behavior was awkward at first, stealing looks from each other, figuring out what the other was thinking, lightly touching each other without knowing how far to touch. But gradually it all came back... she held my hand, I put my arm around her, she tickled me, I grabbed her by her sides, we hugged, caressed our cheeks and finally kissed again. We firmly locked on to each other and had a much better kiss than on friday, now that I was actually involved in the kissing and licking process. After the kiss I asked "better?", she gave me a teasing look and laughed "you're getting better", with this sweet grin on her face.
We kissed all afternoon. We kissed inside the concert, outside the concert, and in the big parking lot in front of the church. Even now I was still trying to keep our relationship a little friendly and courteous, avoiding what I thought could be a purely lusty, sexual love, so I made up conversation topics all of a sudden and showed impromptu, though sincere interest in her life. But little by little our kisses were getting to me, each time better, tastier, deeper even. French kissing just followed so naturally that we didn't even think about it. And so we spent our afternoon, exploring each other's thoughts and mouths.
Then nightfall came, and the concert moved on to a larger, more comfortable hall, with benches arranged in concentric semi circles around the main stage. Andrea and I found a nice lone bench near the back of the audience, hidden from most observers by a wide stone column. We both knew what we were up to, so no sooner had the lights gone out than we began kissing each other and fondling each other's bodies. She began caressing my legs on an area dangerously near my crotch, so I replied with equal lust. Our kisses were strong and passionate, though her lips were always soft. By this time it had finally sunk in that she actually desired me, so my confidence rose - I took her breast in my hand and squeezed it, rubbed my hand around her crotch a little harder, and explored her mouth further with my lips and tongue. She replied with rubbing my bare back under my shirt and playfully grabbing my crotch. And then I knew: "OK, she wants it ALL :O".
Around us the concert music boomed and the christian crowd shouted, but the noisy setting only aroused us further. I took her hand with mine while kissing, and I noticed we were sweating all around - even her smell was different - she let out a spicy, stomach-turning, very arousing aroma now. Things were getting wilder by the minute, so we decided to move on to a more private place. We walked out quietly to the bathrooms, but saw they were too full. So we walked outside the building and to the back, holding hands all the while. We found a small parking lot where we kissed, but the area was still too open, so we moved on. Rounding the building, we found a narrow raised corridor with wooden doors on the sides that led directly to the concert hall. One of them had a nice deep threshold, so we got inside and grabbed each other again.
Our mouths went together and locked like magnets. At this time I was literally devouring her, and I just couldn't get enough of her kisses and warm loving breath - they were positively addictive. Our hands explored each other's bodies with passion and desire, but also so naturally. It was a wonderful feeling. I rubbed her bare back, feeling her warm and sweaty, and she did the same. Squeezing her breasts, rubbing her sides, I found my hands directly around her bare waist right above her jeans. I experienced a brief mental conflict in which I decided to dive in, and so my hands did. Beneath her jeans, underneath her panties my hands went, where they cupped the smoothest, softest, most delightful mass of skin and flesh I had ever felt. I began to squeeze and scratch her bottom cheeks rhythmically, knowing that her pleasure would increase. And SO it did. She began moaning right in front of me while kissing, and I was only more turned on by her moans, so I squeezed and touched her harder and faster.
Then she began to move her body in another way. As I squeezed her glutes, she pushed them towards my body along with her hips and legs, and her jeans rubbed my khakis precisely over our "pretty organs". I should mention that I had a full erection by that time. Her sudden movement lit my instinctive spark and it exploded, and my hips suddenly jerked all by themselves back to hers, pushing her to the wooden door behind her. And then we both understood, and just went with the flow. Our lips and tongues were busy wrestling with each other, sparking erotic signals all around our bodies. This made our hands grasp tighter to each other's buttocks and waists, reinforcing the newly-discovered swaying of the hips. My mind was blank by this time - my focus was set on giving my partner the most pleasure she had ever felt through her whole body and on keeping a steady rhythm with our hips, lips, tongue, and hands. Sex is truly an art.
My pleasure was peaking in more aspects than just physical. Although we were sweating, moaning, and grinding each other sex-crazedly, we still had all of our clothes on, so technical dangers of unwanted reproduction or messy clothes were almost nil. I couldn't tell exactly how long did we make love to each other under that wooden door's threshold, but I'd estimate between 30 and 40 minutes. A couple of noises under the corridor scared us, and we stopped. We looked at each other, asking each other if it was all right to continue, and then her hands went down to my crotch. She gave me this sweet, sexy, malicious grin, and began to squeeze and fondle my "pipe" slow and hard, unbuckling my belt with her other hand. Her look was quizzical, as if asking me permission to move on. My body went crazy with joy at this gift of pleasure she was offering, but my mind differed. I reasonably thought that one piece of clothing off would eventually lead to all pieces of clothing off, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to have my first real sex session on a concrete floor and with the danger of being caught. My mind decided to let her decide: it projected joyful amazement, pleasure, fear, and the feeling of "as long as you're fine with it, go ahead, I'll be more than happy to help you."
But she noticed my fear, so she stopped her unbuckling and just hugged me tight, rubbing our crotches together again. Our kissing went on for a little while longer, but then we went back to the concert and to the shouting crowds. Since then until 9PM, we just kissed a couple of times and waited for her parents to pick her up. They did, and I drove back home, amazed at this new experience I had been fortunate enough to have shared with a girl that I cared about so much.
Thursday afternoon came, and we met at the concert area again. All we could think and talk about was last night. "It all came out so naturally, I wasn't even thinking!!" "What do you think of my kisses now, huh?" "Ooohhh, they're getting better", she said while she winked at me. We decided not to do anything sexual that day, so that her parents would notice nothing and let us be together on friday, on the last night.
Oh weak pact! Our mutual anti-sexual agreement was quickly broken. All it took was a smile from me, an inviting grin from her, and a new touch of our lips. I swear our lips acted like magnets - they stuck to each other like dear life. Her kisses were no less sweeter this time, but we had crossed the threshold - kisses were not enough anymore. Just a couple of hours later we went into my car, locked it, and kissed each other there. She was on the passenger seat and I on the driver's, and as we kissed we moved together closer. I moved on top of her and kissed her more, rubbing her body as I did. She was definitely curious as to my genitals, for her hand quickly slided down my belly, belt and underwear right there. If I wasn't hard enough at that time, her hand surely did the trick. I had never ever felt another person's touch on my erect member before, and it was definitely something to remember. She wrapped it with her hand, stroked and squeezed it, and each movement she made only made my hands and kisses stronger on her. Even with so much pleasure going on inside me, my hand also found her way down her pants and reached her hairy entrance. My fingers explored her female genitals, and one of them adventured deep inside of her. Soft, slick, and mushy - that's how I'd describe the feeling. She moaned quite louder when I did so, and it made her want to change positions, and get down to the real thing.
We moved to the Acura's back seat, which infortunately has a hard plastic bulge where the middle seat should be. Nevertheless, she laid me down on my back and she came on top of me, and began rubbing her crotch with mine. I replied by fondling and squeezing her breasts, rubbing them teasingly with my fingers. Though the rubbing was pleasant, the position was not, and I'll honestly say that I didn't like the rubbing nearly as much as last night's. We were all the time scared that someone might see her jerking buttocks right across the car's transparent windows, so after a while we stopped and walked around the parking lot again. Night fell again, and just like last night, we found a private place for ourselves. This time it was behind the bushes, but it was not nearly as comfortable as last night's. We both agreed on it, and did the best we could with it. It was still very passionate and romantic. We had created a strong bond between us already. Unfortunately for our sexual desire, her mother caught us holding hands in the parking lot, and she immediately knew for sure what Andrea and I felt for each other. She was not pleased with the idea, and she drove away with her husband and daughter with only a bare "good night" to me.
The next day Andrea told me what had happened - she was getting the worst part out of the deal. Her mother was mad with anger at her for having chosen me as her boyfriend. "Why couldn't it be any of the people with whom you are NOT blood-related with?" She denied everything... she said we had NOT been holding hands and that she probably saw that because it was dark and we were close together. Of course, her mother did not believe her, and she forbid her from seeing me ever again. Friday the 29th was sad for me, again thinking I would not see her again for a long time. But then things changed so unexpectedly...
An extra short comment now. During these days, I remembered something I had mentioned in one of my chats with DD. DD and I talk about almost anything in a most honest and analytical manner, and according to my chat records, the night of June the 6th, we talked about love relationships with a large age difference, and love relationships between members of the same family. Discussing it, we both agreed that we both did not see anything wrong with either of these relationships, as long as both parties agreed to it. Isn't it weird that just 5 days later, the next time I talked to Andrea, we expressed to each other that we liked each other? And how it all evolved after that? I'm confident that I somehow expressed my permission to Fate to hook me up with girls of that kind that we described in that chat. And so Fate did and put Andrea right in front of me... curious, huh?
I don't know if I have mentioned it, but I like to socialize on the net. I know people in Germany, Peru, Bolivia, the States, Turkey, Malaysia, besides all my local acquaintances. One female contact in particular, SLT from Los Angeles, I met, curiously, precisely on the night after Andrea first bit my lips, on June the 13th, through a social photo zite called Zorpia (http://www.zorpia.com). She had a bunch of sexy and artistic pictures of herself and was a famous member of the site. I began conversation with her complimenting her on her long, straight, black hair. She answered positively, and after a few days, we were chatting on MSN on a daily basis. I really enjoyed talking to her - we shared many tastes and thoughts and we both had a very similar view on life: non-conformist and full of possibilities.
On Friday June the 29th, precisely the day that I did not go to the last concert day with Andrea with, I logged on to MSN early and began chatting with SLT. We had already developed quite some trust and friendship between us, and we knew each other's thoughts well. She had this peculiar way of expressing some emotions; for example, when I teased her, she would say *pushes you playfully* or *giggles*, creating an imaginary set for us and our actions. I learned the trick pretty quickly, and was already an expert at *sticks tongue at you* and *throws popcorn at you*. But then that night SLT *took my hands* and *pushed me to the wall*, so I replied with *turning you back on the wall* and *moving closer to you*. Our virtual faces slowly but surely reached together until we virtually kissed. Virtual hugs and virtual kisses were followed by virtual body rubs and virtual neck sucks. Our innocent little game extended into a full 6-hour erotic MSN composition until 4 AM the next day which left us very sexually aroused, and which only the time urged us to leave on standby until next time.
Another short, appropriate note. That very same night, I found Tatiana, a girl I had not seen since we graduated from high school together, on MSN. I had not talked to her in years, literally, and suddenly she asked me for some help regarding her laptop and her MSN privacy. When I asked her how was her life going, she told she was living in Los Angeles (SLT too, coincidence??), and she practically INVITED ME to come over and visit her. :O Another brilliant move from Fate herself.
Yet ANOTHER (even shorter) note. Friday the 29th was also the last day to submit applications for a certain master's scholarship I was aiming for in Japan, which was also my last official activity at the time, so I was free from any official obligation whatsoever. ALSO, I had JUST YESTERDAY given a 3-week vacation from my japanese abacus classes.
On Saturday June the 30th, I met SLT again and after just a few lines of casual conversation, our virtual set was again heated up and filled with hugs, kisses, exploring, rubs, sucks, licks, crotches, nakedness, pleasure, and orgasms. On Sunday July the 1st, the same thing happened. Monday the 2nd, the same. Tuesday the 3rd, the same. Our sessions only got lustier and longer with time, and our vocabulary complemented each other for a nice mix of sweet, erotic, lusty, dirty, and intense. Thoughts of how strangely and wonderfully synchronized this was with my relationship with Andrea crossed my mind all the time. I had told SLT I had no girlfriend when we met, and it was sort of true, because all Andrea had done to me was bite my lips once. But though I knew better now, I didn't tell SLT that just days ago I had actually done most of what I virtually described doing with SLT.
And then that Tuesday, I received an email ad from Spirit Airlines. "CHEAP TICKETS TO LOS ANGELES FROM GUATEMALA! $76 ONE WAY, BASED ON ROUND-TRIP FARE!!!" (That's not exactly what it said, but it was the part I paid attention to, of course.
I decided that the good ol' Universe was conspiring for me to do something. Hmmm, I thought... with my scholarship application submitted, my vacation from abacus classes, two people to visit in LA, one of them sexually interested in me, my girlfriend indefinitely taken away from me, and cheap tickets to LA... well... the road was pretty clear! It also happened that my mom had been expressing her desire to visit a distant relative in Seattle, WA for several months now, and I took the chance. "Look mom! Cheap tickets to LA! You could easily take another plane or even a train to Seattle from there!!" My mom was piqued with interested in the idea, and pondered on it for a day. The offer expired on July the 4th (USA Independence Day), and my mom finally, hurriedly, made the decision to buy tickets for her and for me to Los Angeles, from Sunday July the 8th through July the 25th.
So it was done :O I was taking a trip now. With 3 days left to prepare, I told SLT I was going to visit her, I told Tatiana I was going to visit her, my mom told Genevieve (our distant relative) we were visiting her, and it was all set then. And then I thought "hmmm, I have an excuse to go see Andrea now... say goodbye!" So on the night before the trip, I went to her house and said goodbye. We watched "The Last Samurai" in the living room while her parents were around, and kissed each other on the couch when they weren't. After about an hour, I said goodbye to her and to her parents (we always kept a cordial, distant tone between us, hiding the obvious fear and dislike) And then we kissed passionately beside my car. She told me not to go have sex with other girls in Los Angeles, and I said "of course not". And that's the last time I've seen her since.
On the plane to LA, thoughts of guilt of cheating on Andrea crossed through my mind. I had full knowledge of what I was doing, yet I was doing it. Why? Well, Andrea was almost a lost case by now... I wasn't about to stand up to the family proclaiming Andrea as my true love just to keep her with me - it would've hurt her much more than it would've hurt me. So I looked for love in other people - was that bad? I even wrote a little while on my plane seat:
"On the plane. Thinking about secrets, love, affairs, and trips. About personal secrets, public secrets, and secret secrets. Few people know the whole picture.
And now I'm flying to LA to meet SLT, the Sexy Latin Tiger.
She's not the only reason to go to LA, but she's definitely the most compelling one. Sitting on the plane beside my mom, who officially knows none of my secrets, writing this helps clear up my mind."
And now I'm flying to LA to meet SLT, the Sexy Latin Tiger.
She's not the only reason to go to LA, but she's definitely the most compelling one. Sitting on the plane beside my mom, who officially knows none of my secrets, writing this helps clear up my mind."
My mom and I reached LA on the 9th at 1AM, and to my happy surprise, ANOTHER distant relative who lived in LA was there to pick us up! My mom had made some kind of miracle... she called Miguel Angel (the distant relative's name) and asked him if we could stay with him for a couple of days. However, he unexpectedly drove us to a Ramada hotel and paid 3 nights for both of us in a double-bed room. He also lent us his cellphone, and told us he would rent a car for us for the four days we would be spending with him. I was personally amazed at his generosity, considering the room cost $100 a night. But he did it happily and carefree, so at least I received it in the same way. My mom's another story. She barely enjoyed the room Miguel Angel had given us. She just kept saying "how embarrassing!! He's paying for such an expensive room! The room is actually more expensive than the trip we just bought!!" And she said this over and over and over again - thought her lamentations didn't really make the already-paid-for room any cheaper.
In the morning, I got up, dressed myself, hooked up my laptop (the one Isabel once gave me, the one which doesn't work without a power connection and whose screen flickers annoyingly) to the wall and to the internet, and looked up the meeting place SLT and I had designated on Google Maps (http://maps.google.com). Then I found the bus routes to get me there from where I was (http://metro.net), and planned my trip to meet her. My mom insisted on going with me, and since I had no right to deny her company, we went to downtown LA. All the while I texted SLT on the cellphone, telling her I was on my way. I also told her my mom was going with me, but that she wouldn't be staying long. We got to the designated Burger King and went inside. I called her and told her I was there, and then she came in. I saw her come in, recognize me, and smile.
In a second I ran an analysis of her. Her pictures had not lied at all. Her body was very good-looking - thin, curvacious, and covered in smooth, white skin. Her face had a sweet smile, and though I never told her, her nose was oddly shaped. She was much shorter than I expected, her head topping at my neck. But besides her nose and short stature, she looked quite beautiful. I could see she was going to pounce on me immediately, but my mom was just behind me, so I hurried and introduced the two of them. An awkward silence ensued after our presentation, so we ordered some food. SLT paid for all of it, and we sat down at a table. No sooner were we seated than SLT had my hand in hers, rubbing and caressing it lovingly. I was very flattered by her behavior and did the same with her, but my mom was there, and where my mom is, my behavior is as lively as a frozen fish.
So my mom and SLT began talking. And they talked and talked and talked. All the while, SLT and I pushed deeper into our palms with our fingers and rubbed sensously, telling each other that we were ready for what was coming. Ten or fifteen minutes later, my mom was courteously showed to the nearest bus stop she could take back to the hotel, and SLT and I went out into the parking lot into her red Mustang. I went inside and looked around - it was clean and orderly, and it had red tapestry all over the seats. A few awkward seconds passed in which we looked at each other across the car, smiling. And then she jumped on me. In one explosive instant, she took my head, pulled her face completely to mine, and kissed me very, very, VERY intensely. She was almost eating my mouth! Immediately I compared her kisses to Andrea's. I definitely liked Andrea's much more. SLT was intense, fiery, and a little too hurried - she only kissed french style, and her tongue was always stiff as my hard-on. Although arousing, I would've preferred starting with a gentle, loving kiss and build our way up from there. Oh well...
I then realized my position. I had traveled all the way to LA to visit this girl who was offering me sexual fulfillment, and what I did was the sole responsibility of my own self. No one would take over, it was no one else's business. It belonged only to SLT and me, to no other.
After about five minutes of kissing and caressing each other, we decided to move on to a more private place. I suggested the parking lot she used at her job, so there we went. We got there and drove to the fourth floor. Once there, we resumed kissing and rubbing each other's bodies. I could tell SLT was in a hurry. She suggested we move to the back seat, so back we went. Once there, she pinned me down on the seat, spread her legs around mine, and kissed me again. Keeping up with the intensity of her kisses, I heard her moan softly.
I didn't notice when she suddenly had her crotch on mine, and began rubbing against it. I had quite an erection at that time, so my tip managed to reach her pants and rub her crotch strongly enough. She quickly built up speed. Lifting her head back, she jerked her hips faster and faster on top of me. She looked wild and out of control, so I let her take the initiative and keep pumping me up. The car was rocking back and forth now - it was very noticeable. Feeling a little useless with my stationary hips, I used my hands to explore her body. Her skin was soft and sweaty, though it was not quite as smooth as I thought it would be, probably because of the sweat. My hands reached her chest and waited a little to go into her blouse, but I didn't have to. She noticed my intention and grinned at me sensously. Her hands reached her cleavage and pulled it down - I could now see one of her breasts completely. They were small, but still nice and feminine. I wasn't sure if I could give them much pleasure with my hands (there was not that much to squeeze), so I decided to take a kinkier approach and use my mouth.
That was the correct move. With each little suck I gave her she moaned "OH OH OH" and rubbed her crotch even faster on mine. The sucking was not really doing anything for me, though it felt really cool to be doing what I had so many times only heard or read about. Just like kissing, I suppose - a new sensation I'll probably come to like.
Our pants on didn't leave much room for real pleasure - our genitals were still cruelly trapped inside our clothes. I thought we were really going to go all the way when we started taking off each other's pants, but then a security guard appeared and told us to "please retire from the building". So after rearranging our clothes back on and moving into the front seats, we drove away. We then visited a few chinese shops downtown, and SLT bought me a nice ying-yang golden plaque that I now have hanging in my room. About an hour of talking, hugging, and kissing later, SLT decided it was late and she should go back home, lest her mother become suspicious.
I went back to the hotel with my mom and found her talking to Miguel Angel. They said they had been waiting for me to go have dinner. We went to Hometown Buffet, where I ate my taste and fill and chit-chatted with Miguel Angel and my mom. Miguel Angel really is a very agreeable and interesting person. I enjoyed every bit of time with him - especially when he told me stories about how he was such good friends with my dad and about his experiences while young (He is my dad's cousin). We then went to Hollywood, parked at a $10 parking lot, and walked through Hollywood Boulevard a couple of times, stopping at the Chinese Theater, and looking at the handprints and footprints of famous actors in front of it. There was also a new concrete plaque that had just been printed that very morning - the one with the actors of Harry Potter V on it. Aside from their body prints, they had also printed their wands on it, which must've surely caught many fans' attention. We walked through the Boulevard a couple of times, but after looking at about 500 famous actors' names, we naturally got bored and decided to go back to the hotel.
Tuesday, the next day, my mom and I began to think of how to get to Seattle from where we were. Well actually, my mom had already bought her Amtrak ticket for Thursday July the 12th, and it was I who still had no ticket to Seattle. After a couple of hours of googling and clicking on the laptop, I decided the cheapest and best way to go was by Greyhound bus - $192 roundtrip. Best of all, I could buy the ticket the moment I walked in the station - there was no need for anticipated buying. I wanted to spend as much time as possible with SLT (so as to explore sexual territories the most), so I just relaxed, told my mom I'd leave for Seattle on either next monday or tuesday, and that was it. That afternoon, I arranged to meet with Tatiana at a restaurant in Hollywood. Miguel Angel had kindly rented a car for us, and I decided to drive it. My mom, of course, accompanied me to meet Tatiana herself.
I took the same route Miguel Angel had taken last night on the freeway. It was my first time driving in the States, and I was driving on the freeway. That made me feel good. I took a wrong exit on the way to Hollywood, but other than that, we soon arrived at a Pizza Hut in Hollywood and called Tatiana to meet us there. She came on a blue little moped thingie with a big, round, black helmet on her head. When she took off her helmet, it was AMAZING how little had she changed. If she changed places with the girl I knew six years ago, nobody would know the difference. She was still the same VERY THIN, quite pretty, happy, jumpy, outspoken, disheveled, carefree girl I knew. I was never really intimate friends with her or anything, but we got along well. We hugged and noticed that the Pizza Hut place was closed, so we entered the adjacent Libanese restaurant and bought a couple of falafels with sauce and chicken. We ate while we caught up with our lives, and after about an hour of eating, talking, and laughing, she said goodbye and drove away on her moped.
I'll try not to go into much detail for the next days. Wednesday, we checked out of the hotel at noon. We spent all afternoon driving around, fruitlessly looking for cheaper motels in the area and shopping a bit. I then loaded our bags into our rented SUV and took it to the rental agency, where Miguel Angel met us and did the paperwork to turn the car in. We then visited Miguel Angel's son's family in Simi Valley, like 100 miles away :O I met Miguel Angel's son's girlfriend (they've been together like 15 years already), her 17-year old daughter Melissa and her boyfriend Brian. We talked a lot about Guatemala and how things were down here - they asked things like "Do you have McDonald's in Guatemala?" I patiently explained that Guatemala was just as commercialized, if not more, than most cities in the USA. We spent 15 minutes there, and then Miguel Angel drove us back. He dropped me off at Tatiana's, where she lent me the keys to her other apartment (she had two in the neighborhood :O) That night I moved my things into the apartment, made myself comfortable, and went to sleep.
The next morning I woke up early and walked to the nearby Metrolink Station to go to Union Station. The ticket cost me $1.25, and when I arrived at the station, Miguel Angel and my mom were already having breakfast at the station cafe. We ate, talked, and finally told my mom goodbye. Miguel Angel then took me back to my new apartment in Hollywood. That afternoon, I met with SLT in the same BK as last time, and we went to Macy's. She bought me a nice $40 white shirt :O and we had lunch together. We mostly talked, walked, and laughed, though kisses and caresses were not out of the menu.
On Friday I got a call from Miguel Angel's son's girlfriend, inviting me over to meet her other daughter and spend some quality time with them. They were so very nice, so I spent the day with them. We went to Universal City, and inside we ate at an italian restaurant called Bucca di Beppo's (GREAT FOOD!!), I bought 7 or 8 $2.95 hollywood souvenir mints at a gift shop, and Miguel Angel's son (called Manfredo) paid for EVERYTHING. And then we went to downtown LA to pick up a bag of stuff that my mom had given some guy at the airport. They returned me to my apartment at night, and that night I spent the night with Tatiana and her cool girlfriend Sophia. We ate guacamole with tostadas and spent all night just talking and talking and talking about all kinds of things. It was really a nice evening. At some points Tatiana and Sophia began kissing beside me, which was sort of arousing, but I didn't feel QUITE so welcome at their place as to propose an exotic adventure with both of them at the same time.
Saturday July the 14th (French Independence Day) was definitely a most special day. I gave SLT the address of my apartment and she came by at around 8 in the morning. We kissed at the sight of each other, and then we quietly walked into my apartment, side by side. And then... oh well. What would you expect to happen between an aroused guy and a horny girl alone in an apartment with the door locked, and a big nice soft bed? We kissed, we wrapped our arms around each other, and our mouths began exploring each other's bodies, leaving trails of kisses and tingling pleasure behind. We spent maybe 10-20 minutes experimenting with each other, gently touching and playfully penetrating each other's clothes. Our crotches rubbed together on the bed, and a little later on the bed our shirts and her bra fell down. Again I played with her breasts with my fingers and tongue, and my hands admired the amazing sculpture of her body.
Her lack of stature was evident when I couldn't both kiss her and rub her groin with mine at the same time, but I managed. Our upper bodies naked now, pleasure and passion were erupting all the time with every little touch we gave, and sweat was coming off more and more. Not to go into too much detail, I ended up with only a bracelet on my wrist, while she only kept a necklace and her panties. The whole session lasted between one and two hours. It was a very unique experience to share, and we both finished happy and satisfied. She then had to go back to her house for her mom's sake, so we then drove back to the BK in downtown and said goodbye, unsure if we were to see each other again.
Sunday was a leisure day. I did nothing in the morning but lay on the bed and think about yesterday's happenings. It was not easy to accept that I had finally come that close to sex. Technically, I thought, we're both still virgins - but of course the concept of virginality did not truly apply to any of us two. I visited Tatiana and Sophia in the afternoon, and we went for a quick dip in the neighbors' pool. Tatiana was wearing this awesome tiny red and white bikini, but I paid no compliment lest Sophia became jealous.
I decided to leave the next day, monday, for Seattle. The West Hollywood Greyhound bus station was only about four blocks away from my apartment, so I thought it would be fairly easy to go catch it there. However, SLT and I still planned a second lightning meeting for that day. She came at about 3 in the afternoon and had another nice long session of kissing, moaning, and sweating. This time we were much more in a hurry - she only had about 3 hours to get back home. Our clothes slided off much faster this second time, and we were soon doing the very same movements that had brought me to a climax the last time. Her moans were loud and arousing, so I turned the TV on to an episode of "Friends" to disguise our sounds of love. We lost ourselves between our kisses and desire, and soon lay down peacefully on the bed beside each other. Just like saturday, her panties was left intact on her and I was left bare.
Just a few minutes later, we said goodbye. I then packed all of my stuff, cleaned up the apartment, and left the room for good. I walked down to Tatiana's with my luggage on me and gave her the keys to her apartment, thanking her for her most generous help (I didn't tell her about SLT, though). She invited me up to her place for a couple of minutes, after which Miguel Angel called and told me he was waiting for me downstairs. I said goodbye to Tatiana, thanked her again, and met Miguel Angel downstairs.
He then took me down to Beverly Hills to look at the exaggeratedly clean, luxurious, and famous neighborhood. The impeccability of it was amazing. I couldn't discern a single speck of fainted paint or a misplaced object. The grass was intensely rainbow green, the rows of trees around us lifted their branches unanimously up into the sky - all of them the same, perfectly uniformed, all of them undistinguishable from one another. We drove on and saw the famous Californian beach, filled with benches, volleyball nets, joggers and skaters. After the little tour, he drove me up to downtown Greyhound station and bought me my $192 roundtrip ticket to Seattle, and was unwilling to accept the equivalent quantity in cash from me.
The bus trip was boring. Plain boring. A 28 hour ride looks much better on paper than riding the actual bus. We, the passengers, were forced to get out and in of the bus at least 8 times before reaching Seattle. Sacramento, Redding, Portland, and several other station names appeared before me each time I got down from a bus. I finally reached Seattle station and thankfully went inside. Surprisingly enough, my mother was there waiting for me, at 11:30PM, though I had told her I would be arriving the next morning. A taxi drove us all the way to Genevieve's. She was awake, so I finally got to meet the old lady. She's just turned 91, and she looks it, but she's sweet and funny, so I liked her a lot.
The next few days were spent talking with Genevieve about her family and her life in younger years while in France, playing with her female, bushy white, cute cat "La Diva". We also went out with Christine, Genevieve's daughter, and Marisha, her maid. They both drove us around the suburbs of Seattle, and we got to visit Puget Sound (a big water body connecting with the ocean), the Seattle arboretum, the Seattle Flower Conservatory, Bainbridge Island crossing the Sound on a ferry :), we saw the Husky Stadium, and ate outside a couple of times. It was very nice to spend time with all of them. They were all very kind and generous, and were happy to tell us about the history of Seattle. All the time while I was in Seattle, SLT sent me emails. I checked my email only about once a day, but I managed to reply her emails and say hello too. She wrote me letters where she said she missed me, she loved me, and that she would never forget the wonderful moments we spent together. Inside of me, I thought she was overdoing our whole thing, but pleased her by replying that I felt the same way. Many things about our meeting and relationship were a little extraordinary, but although I liked her very much as a person, I couldn't truly, honestly bring myself to say that I loved her.
July the 22nd, my mom and I left Seattle. She took the train in the morning and I the bus in the afternoon. Due to a late bus, I had to wait four long, boring hours in Sacramento before boarding my next scheduled bus to LA. I got to LA at 3 in the morning, and called Miguel Angel at 5 (he told me to call as soon as I got there). He picked me up at the station and we drove to Union Station to go look for my mom. We found her snugly asleep on one of the station seats. We woke her up and took her the car, after which he took us to a Holiday Inn and paid a room for us so we could stay for 5 hours in the morning before checkout at noon :O. We clenased ourselves, rested, and redressed. I actually filled the tub with hot water and relaxed in it for about half an hour. Manfredo and her girlfriend picked us up at the hotel precisely at noon, and they took us all the way to their house again. We found Melissa in the house again, and she accompanied us for another delicious lunch at Bucca di Beppo's. After returning to their house and a few hours of farewell chatting, Manfredo and her girlfriend Sandy took us down to LAX and left us right at the TSA entrance. We thanked them for everything and they left. And a few hours later, we were back in Guatemala, the morning of Wednesday July the 25th, back at our trusty home here in San Cristobal.
Then the days passed by. My sister was to be married on August the 11th, and now the attention turned to my family. Each and every one of my 6 siblings and 2 parents were to be together during that day. Isabel flew from Connecticut where she was studying in Yale, Alicia flew from Chicago, my mom came with me from Los Angeles, my dad and Pedro came from Chicago a little later, Marcos flew from Austin, and the rest were already here in Guatemala. The days before the wedding were loud with yells and cries between my mom and my sister, who always seemed to disagree on the wedding plans. But at last my sister was married on August the 11th in Antigua at the "Capuchinas" ruins, and suddenly the family came into a plateau of calm.
And then the celebrations continued. Farewell parties were thrown here in my house for my mom's leaving on the 15th and for my dad and little brother's flight just yesterday in the morning. And now at last, after a full 24 hours of typing and typing, I'm finished with this most hugest of blog entries I have ever written. Whew.
Oh, I almost forgot. My scholarship applications to Taiwan and Japan were both rejected, so I'm now looking for possible jobs in the area, and am doing a little freelancing so as to keep my finances healthy and stable.
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