September 9, 2011

THE OTHER WOMAN: A Short Story (2 of 7)

...continuation


Ellen concentrated as she listened to his heartbeat, “lub dub…lub dub…lub dub…” Bong was caught off guarded when she suddenly shoved her hand into his uniform. “Where can we hear the heart beat clearly and distinctly?” he asked her for the lack of anything to say as they sat on the bench waiting for their next class. He didn’t expect what had happened next but he didn’t want to complain either. He enjoyed it. He knew he did. He felt his temperature rose, ears got redder and hotter as her soft fingers made their way down his chest.

Why is she doing this in front of my classmates like it’s no big deal?, Bong wondered. Still he didn’t verbally complain. Suddenly, she giggled as she watched her own hand buried inside Bong’s undershirt. “I hope it's okay,” she said with a sheepish smile. “You’re already doing it. What can I do?” Bong responded.

Days, weeks have passed and they seemed to have known each other for a long time already. They could talk about anything they want.

“I feel like my entrails are about to come out and I don’t think I can hold it anymore,” she complained as she pushed her stomach as if it would kill the pain. 

“What did you eat? You shouldn't attempt to fart if you don’t want it to come out wet and wild.”

“Wow, that’s very helpful and comforting, Bong!”

Bong realized he’s feeling something different, different than how he feels for his friends or any other woman for that matter. He hasn’t felt like this in a long time, maybe five, six years or so. He knew he was falling for her.

For him, it wasn't just her silky long hair and her lovely face or her soft white skin wrapping her well-sculpted body that attracted him. There was something in her. Something he couldn't quite figure out. Was it the way she talks? The way she sashays her hips as she walks? Or the way she stares at Bong when words are nowhere to be found from her pouty red lips? He wasn’t sure.

(to be continued...)

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