u/OccamsLazerPointer

Ever wondered what it would feel like if you meet someone you've had a complicated past with suddenly appear like a ghost without warning? Well I have and it literally just happened today. Advanced warning, this may become long and this may not be as juicy as some other stories on here so proceed at your own risk.

I was at Shang earlier to run a few errands and pick up some odds and ends and was about to enter Adora when I heard my name called out. I whirled around to see who it was.

It took me a minute to match the face with the voice.

The same chinky eyes, the same bright smile. Her hair's shorter now, more practical. A few crows feet adorn the corners of her eyes. Maybe some flecks of grey flanking her jet-black hair. Well, we are all in our forties now, I suppose.

Cassy! I scolded myself for taking too long to connect the name to the face. How could I forget? We were practically what you younger generation would call GBF/BBF now. (I'm not even sure if I used it right)

We hugged, pecked our cheeks together and caught up. She introduced her kids that flanked her. Boys. Around school age already. The last time I saw her was at a common friend's wedding. 10 years ago. She was childless then. 10 years. Damn.

You see, Cassy and I go way back. She went to an-all girls school in Makati (red plaid skirts) While I went to an all-boys one in QC. We met as one typically does back then: may kabarkada akong nanligaw sa friend niya and we were brought along to make things look more... palatable and acceptable.

Except my friend crashed and burned and Cassy and I got along so well we became really close platonic friends. Textmates. All-night phone calls (telebabad anyone?). Debuts. Movies. I even went to her prom as her friends date.

College came and we entered the same school. We had our separate groups but we still always managed to touch base. This time it was parties. Beach trips. Summer outings. People joked we had something going on but we honestly were like really close friends. In fact, she had a boyfriend. A guy from Taft who I eventually became friends with but we were never close. She thought he was the one.

Until one March night changed all that. I was in my room when my phone buzzed. It was Cassy.

"R U busy?" (Phones back then had numbers instead of letters)

I was about to reply when she called, not bothering for my reply.

Then I heard it. Sobbing. Stuttering. She could barely get the words out. They had broken up. His idea. Something about him finding himself and longstanding issues between them that never got resolved.

I said I'd come over. She turned me down. Instead, she drove over to my house. 30 minutes later, she texted.

"Outside na.ü" (bet some of you dont know what that last character meant, haha)

I came out to see her grey Honda City parked in front of my driveway. She sat behind the wheel, glancing at my direction behind the lightly-tinted glass ; unmoving. I went around and opened the passnger door and plopped myself down on the seat.

Like a damn bursting, the floodgates opened. Bawling, sobbing, fists on the steering wheel pounding her anger out on her poor car. I just sat there, silently listening. I reached a hand and placed it on her shoulder, slightly squeezing her for assurance. We stayed like that for a good 15 minutes.

When she had calmed down I led her inside. My parents were out of town and my siblings were out so we had the entire place to ourselves. I led her to our lanai where she made herself comfortable on a large solihiya couch we had. I offered her drinks. Water? Juice? Softdrinks? She turned them all down.

"May hard ka?" She said, her face smiling but her eyes anything but jovial.

Good thing I had hosted my highschool friends a few nights back and still had some leftover beer (San Mig Strong Ice, Mule) a half-empty bottle of Absolut Kurant (my favorite back then) and an unopened bottle of Cuervo. She picked the tequila. I reached under the bar and got a shot glass and a bottle of Stong Ice for me.

No sooner had I set the shot glass on the coffee table and filled it with tequila, Cassy reached over and gulped the stuff down, banging the shot glass back down dramatically. No salt, no lemon. She was really going to drink that night.

The thing is, I knew she was a lightweight when it came to alcohol. I mean she was five-foot-nothing at best and was a cheerleader who was regularly thrown around during halftime games. It'd take her 3 shots tops before she'd get sick.

I watched her while I sipped my beer. After her fourth shot, she was weaving back and forth but still looked determined to drink. I sat beside her and placed my hand on her shoulder once more. She looked at me with those sad eyes and reached up to hold my hand over hers, our fingers interlacing.

She dropped our hands and they fell onto her lap. She leaned into me and I wrapped her up in my free arm as her head rested on my chest. We sat there silently in my quiet house for a few minutes, I could feel her heart beating in her chest and her breath on my neck.

After what felt like an eternity had passed, she raised her head to look deep in my eyes. In that moment, sheeingbher half-lidded eyes gaze into mine, I felt the mood shift ever so slightly. There was a palpable tension that hung in the air. Her eyes flicked down to my lips, and went back up to look me in the eye again. Then, she licked her lips and leaned in.

I met her halfway and our lips met. Her lips were so soft, so full.

Her tongue came out, flicking my lips and ventured in my mouth, seeking mine.

Our tongues danced together and I remembered the time we were drinking in one of our trips as friends where she said she could tie a cherry stalk with just her tongue.

Our bodies just melted together in a warm embrace on that solihiya couch. My hands started exploring her tight petite frame. A ribbed maroon spaghetti strap top. A cup tits encased in a small strapless bra. Jean cutoff shorts that are now back in fashion.

She leaned back into the throw pillow and I followed her down, semi pressing my body against hers.

She palmed my cheeks and I pulled back.

We gazed into each other's eyes. It was like through years of friendship, we were telepathic. No words were needed.

I need you tonight. Be my friend and be here for me. Help me forget. Nothing changes after this.

I was only too happy to oblige. We resumed our kiss, her hands gripping my neck and back, pushing me closer into her. Mine was at the small of her back and on her tits, rubbing them through the thin fabric of her top.

She pulled the flimsy top lower, pushing her bra downward freeingbher perky and tiny titties. Light brown pwrky nipples greeted me. I always wondered how theyd look like. And they there were staring right back at me.

My fingers found them and I twirled them between my thumb and forefinger. I felt them grow taut and stiff and I made my way down to properly introduce them to my tongue and lips. She let out a broken moan and ran her fingers through my hair.

"Let's go to your room." She whispered.

So we did. We walked hand in hand upstairs and once the door closed clothes started coming off.

We collapsed onto my bed and feeling her bare skin against mine felt exhilirating, electric even. I felt her up and saw she barely had hair down there, just some wispy strands that were already damp with longing.

She was ready and so was I. We had enough foreplay. She lay on her back and spread her legs, wrapping my within her warm embrace. I fell on top of her effortlessly, like we both fit so right.

I felt her hand guide my hardened cock toward her moist entrance and she firmly grasped my butt with the other. I thrust in, slowly but deeply into her.

Fuck ansarap. Cassy, who Ive never felt romantically or sexually before was under me, legs spread, pussy dripping wet and clinging onto me like a drowning sailor at sea.

Our lips locked while I thrust in her and I could feel her breath against my cheek. Our muffled moans were stifled by each others lips while our tongues continued to duel. It wasnt lovemaking we were doing. It was a hungry, desperate dance to forget and to seek comfort in another.

After a few minutes of intense missionary, she pushed me back.

"Ako naman."

I flipped over to my back and she straddled me, stroking my cock that was dripping wet with her juices. She guided me back inside her slowly, and I saw her eyes roll back and her mouth open in a silent moan.

"Fuuuck" was all I could muster as I felt her take me again.

She was not surprisingly light and I barely felt her on top of me. My hands crept up to her tits and kneaded them against her chest as hers rested on mine. She rode me like a pro; with a steady rhythm that half grinded, half bounced on my engorged pole.

"Ansarap \_\_\_!" She exclaimed..

"Cassy, fuck youre so good..." I replied.

"Make me forget..." she half cried, half moaned.

It was all I needed to hear. I effortlessly lifted her, set her face first onto my bed and mounted her from behind. I was presented by her perky perfectly sculpted cheerleaders ass. I only took a split second to admire it before I plunged back in again all the way to the hilt.

I watched her as she looked over her shoulder at me, her mouth open and her eyes imploring. There was nothing but passion, longing and a carnal, almost feral desire to escape behind those chinita eyes.

And I was only consumed with my own desires to gladly give to her.

She had cum quite a few times already and I could tell as she would moan a certain way when she did and push me back slightly each time, like she couldnt take the intensity of her own climax. But being the tiny girl that she was, pushing me back was futile as I plowed down into her, overriding her feeble attempts to push me away.

When I felt my own climax coming, I made it clear to her.

"Cass, I'm getting close baby..." I exclaimed.

"Dddoontt cummm insideee..." she stammered in between thrusts.

When I finally did cum, I pulled out and spread it on her ass and upper back, gasping and panting at the exertion.

We both collapsed in a heap and we cuddled.

"I cant believe we did that," she said wistfully, as she settled into the small spoon position.

"Me too Cass." I whispered, kissing her shoulder.

"Promise me it wont be weird," she said, not bothering to look at me.

I propped my body up on my elbow, turned her slightly to face me, and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Nothing changes." I said, looking intently into her eyes

She smiled, closed her eyes and kissed me back.

The second round flowed less intesnely as the first. What was cuddling and pillow talking turned into making out which both got us both hard and wet again. But this time wasnt as hungry as the first. There was none of the hungry, almost angry banging of flesh together. This was more tender, more gentle and personally for me more enjoyable coupling.

We never spoke of that night after. There were knowing glances at our tambayan at school. Lingering glances at drinking parties but never once was that night repeated.

I kept my promise. Nothing changed. We were still best friends. She found another guy. I found my own girlfriend. Our respective partners got along well with each other. Time flowed and chugged inevitably on.

And as time marched on, so did our life after college. We chased our own careers. Weekly gatherings and daily texts became less and less frequent until I realized we were only meeting yearly for a christmas party. Which turned into every wedding of a common friend. We were too busy to notice and too consumed with our own lives to call it out.

We both let go of each other. Whether she did so willingly or whether she was, like me, unknowlingly caught up in the ratrace of corporate Metro Manila, is something I never got to ask her.

Watching her walk off, kids in tow earlier was a poignant reminder that not all close friendships are meant to last. They may endure. They may fade.

But we will always have that March night when I was there for her.

And I guess I will always be there for her. All she need do is give me that call.

I glance at my phone, devoid of updates, smirk to myself and get into the car.

Ever wondered what it would feel like if you meet someone you've had a complicated past with suddenly appear like a ghost without warning? Well I have and it literally just happened today. Advanced warning, this may become long and this may not be as juicy as some other stories on here so proceed at your own risk.

I was at Shang earlier to run a few errands and pick up some odds and ends and was about to enter Adora when I heard my name called out. I whirled around to see who it was.

It took me a minute to match the face with the voice.

The same chinky eyes, the same bright smile. Her hair's shorter now, more practical. A few crows feet adorn the corners of her eyes. Maybe some flecks of grey flanking her jet-black hair. Well, we are all in our forties now, I suppose.

Cassy! I scolded myself for taking too long to connect the name to the face. How could I forget? We were practically what you younger generation would call GBF/BBF now. (I'm not even sure if I used it right)

We hugged, pecked our cheeks together and caught up. She introduced her kids that flanked her. Boys. Around school age already. The last time I saw her was at a common friend's wedding. 10 years ago. She was childless then. 10 years. Damn.

You see, Cassy and I go way back. She went to an-all girls school in Makati (red plaid skirts) While I went to an all-boys one in QC. We met as one typically does back then: may kabarkada akong nanligaw sa friend niya and we were brought along to make things look more... palatable and acceptable.

Except my friend crashed and burned and Cassy and I got along so well we became really close platonic friends. Textmates. All-night phone calls (telebabad anyone?). Debuts. Movies. I even went to her prom as her friends date.

College came and we entered the same school. We had our separate groups but we still always managed to touch base. This time it was parties. Beach trips. Summer outings. People joked we had something going on but we honestly were like really close friends. In fact, she had a boyfriend. A guy from Taft who I eventually became friends with but we were never close. She thought he was the one.

Until one March night changed all that. I was in my room when my phone buzzed. It was Cassy.

"R U busy?" (Phones back then had numbers instead of letters)

I was about to reply when she called, not bothering for my reply.

Then I heard it. Sobbing. Stuttering. She could barely get the words out. They had broken up. His idea. Something about him finding himself and longstanding issues between them that never got resolved.

I said I'd come over. She turned me down. Instead, she drove over to my house. 30 minutes later, she texted.

"Outside na.ü" (bet some of you dont know what that last character meant, haha)

I came out to see her grey Honda City parked in front of my driveway. She sat behind the wheel, glancing at my direction behind the lightly-tinted glass ; unmoving. I went around and opened the passnger door and plopped myself down on the seat.

Like a damn bursting, the floodgates opened. Bawling, sobbing, fists on the steering wheel pounding her anger out on her poor car. I just sat there, silently listening. I reached a hand and placed it on her shoulder, slightly squeezing her for assurance. We stayed like that for a good 15 minutes.

When she had calmed down I led her inside. My parents were out of town and my siblings were out so we had the entire place to ourselves. I led her to our lanai where she made herself comfortable on a large solihiya couch we had. I offered her drinks. Water? Juice? Softdrinks? She turned them all down.

"May hard ka?" She said, her face smiling but her eyes anything but jovial.

Good thing I had hosted my highschool friends a few nights back and still had some leftover beer (San Mig Strong Ice, Mule) a half-empty bottle of Absolut Kurant (my favorite back then) and an unopened bottle of Cuervo. She picked the tequila. I reached under the bar and got a shot glass and a bottle of Stong Ice for me.

No sooner had I set the shot glass on the coffee table and filled it with tequila, Cassy reached over and gulped the stuff down, banging the shot glass back down dramatically. No salt, no lemon. She was really going to drink that night.

The thing is, I knew she was a lightweight when it came to alcohol. I mean she was five-foot-nothing at best and was a cheerleader who was regularly thrown around during halftime games. It'd take her 3 shots tops before she'd get sick.

I watched her while I sipped my beer. After her fourth shot, she was weaving back and forth but still looked determined to drink. I sat beside her and placed my hand on her shoulder once more. She looked at me with those sad eyes and reached up to hold my hand over hers, our fingers interlacing.

She dropped our hands and they fell onto her lap. She leaned into me and I wrapped her up in my free arm as her head rested on my chest. We sat there silently in my quiet house for a few minutes, I could feel her heart beating in her chest and her breath on my neck.

After what felt like an eternity had passed, she raised her head to look deep in my eyes. In that moment, sheeingbher half-lidded eyes gaze into mine, I felt the mood shift ever so slightly. There was a palpable tension that hung in the air. Her eyes flicked down to my lips, and went back up to look me in the eye again. Then, she licked her lips and leaned in.

I met her halfway and our lips met. Her lips were so soft, so full.

Her tongue came out, flicking my lips and ventured in my mouth, seeking mine.

Our tongues danced together and I remembered the time we were drinking in one of our trips as friends where she said she could tie a cherry stalk with just her tongue.

Our bodies just melted together in a warm embrace on that solihiya couch. My hands started exploring her tight petite frame. A ribbed maroon spaghetti strap top. A cup tits encased in a small strapless bra. Jean cutoff shorts that are now back in fashion.

She leaned back into the throw pillow and I followed her down, semi pressing my body against hers.

She palmed my cheeks and I pulled back.

We gazed into each other's eyes. It was like through years of friendship, we were telepathic. No words were needed.

I need you tonight. Be my friend and be here for me. Help me forget. Nothing changes after this.

I was only too happy to oblige. We resumed our kiss, her hands gripping my neck and back, pushing me closer into her. Mine was at the small of her back and on her tits, rubbing them through the thin fabric of her top.

She pulled the flimsy top lower, pushing her bra downward freeingbher perky and tiny titties. Light brown pwrky nipples greeted me. I always wondered how theyd look like. And they there were staring right back at me.

My fingers found them and I twirled them between my thumb and forefinger. I felt them grow taut and stiff and I made my way down to properly introduce them to my tongue and lips. She let out a broken moan and ran her fingers through my hair.

"Let's go to your room." She whispered.

So we did. We walked hand in hand upstairs and once the door closed clothes started coming off.

We collapsed onto my bed and feeling her bare skin against mine felt exhilirating, electric even. I felt her up and saw she barely had hair down there, just some wispy strands that were already damp with longing.

She was ready and so was I. We had enough foreplay. She lay on her back and spread her legs, wrapping my within her warm embrace. I fell on top of her effortlessly, like we both fit so right.

I felt her hand guide my hardened cock toward her moist entrance and she firmly grasped my butt with the other. I thrust in, slowly but deeply into her.

Fuck ansarap. Cassy, who Ive never felt romantically or sexually before was under me, legs spread, pussy dripping wet and clinging onto me like a drowning sailor at sea.

Our lips locked while I thrust in her and I could feel her breath against my cheek. Our muffled moans were stifled by each others lips while our tongues continued to duel. It wasnt lovemaking we were doing. It was a hungry, desperate dance to forget and to seek comfort in another.

After a few minutes of intense missionary, she pushed me back.

"Ako naman."

I flipped over to my back and she straddled me, stroking my cock that was dripping wet with her juices. She guided me back inside her slowly, and I saw her eyes roll back and her mouth open in a silent moan.

"Fuuuck" was all I could muster as I felt her take me again.

She was not surprisingly light and I barely felt her on top of me. My hands crept up to her tits and kneaded them against her chest as hers rested on mine. She rode me like a pro; with a steady rhythm that half grinded, half bounced on my engorged pole.

"Ansarap \_\_\_!" She exclaimed..

"Cassy, fuck youre so good..." I replied.

"Make me forget..." she half cried, half moaned.

It was all I needed to hear. I effortlessly lifted her, set her face first onto my bed and mounted her from behind. I was presented by her perky perfectly sculpted cheerleaders ass. I only took a split second to admire it before I plunged back in again all the way to the hilt.

I watched her as she looked over her shoulder at me, her mouth open and her eyes imploring. There was nothing but passion, longing and a carnal, almost feral desire to escape behind those chinita eyes.

And I was only consumed with my own desires to gladly give to her.

She had cum quite a few times already and I could tell as she would moan a certain way when she did and push me back slightly each time, like she couldnt take the intensity of her own climax. But being the tiny girl that she was, pushing me back was futile as I plowed down into her, overriding her feeble attempts to push me away.

When I felt my own climax coming, I made it clear to her.

"Cass, I'm getting close baby..." I exclaimed.

"Dddoontt cummm insideee..." she stammered in between thrusts.

When I finally did cum, I pulled out and spread it on her ass and upper back, gasping and panting at the exertion.

We both collapsed in a heap and we cuddled.

"I cant believe we did that," she said wistfully, as she settled into the small spoon position.

"Me too Cass." I whispered, kissing her shoulder.

"Promise me it wont be weird," she said, not bothering to look at me.

I propped my body up on my elbow, turned her slightly to face me, and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Nothing changes." I said, looking intently into her eyes

She smiled, closed her eyes and kissed me back.

The second round flowed less intesnely as the first. What was cuddling and pillow talking turned into making out which both got us both hard and wet again. But this time wasnt as hungry as the first. There was none of the hungry, almost angry banging of flesh together. This was more tender, more gentle and personally for me more enjoyable coupling.

We never spoke of that night after. There were knowing glances at our tambayan at school. Lingering glances at drinking parties but never once was that night repeated.

I kept my promise. Nothing changed. We were still best friends. She found another guy. I found my own girlfriend. Our respective partners got along well with each other. Time flowed and chugged inevitably on.

And as time marched on, so did our life after college. We chased our own careers. Weekly gatherings and daily texts became less and less frequent until I realized we were only meeting yearly for a christmas party. Which turned into every wedding of a common friend. We were too busy to notice and too consumed with our own lives to call it out.

We both let go of each other. Whether she did so willingly or whether she was, like me, unknowlingly caught up in the ratrace of corporate Metro Manila, is something I never got to ask her.

Watching her walk off, kids in tow earlier was a poignant reminder that not all close friendships are meant to last. They may endure. They may fade.

But we will always have that March night when I was there for her.

And I guess I will always be there for her. All she need do is give me that call.

I glance at my phone, devoid of updates, smirk to myself and get into the car.

Ever wondered what it would feel like if you meet someone you've had a complicated past with suddenly appear like a ghost without warning? Well I have and it literally just happened today. Advanced warning, this may become long and this may not be as juicy as some other stories on here so proceed at your own risk.

I was at Shang earlier to run a few errands and pick up some odds and ends and was about to enter Adora when I heard my name called out. I whirled around to see who it was.

It took me a minute to match the face with the voice.

The same chinky eyes, the same bright smile. Her hair's shorter now, more practical. A few crows feet adorn the corners of her eyes. Maybe some flecks of grey flanking her jet-black hair. Well, we are all in our forties now, I suppose.

Cassy! I scolded myself for taking too long to connect the name to the face. How could I forget? We were practically what you younger generation would call GBF/BBF now. (I'm not even sure if I used it right)

We hugged, pecked our cheeks together and caught up. She introduced her kids that flanked her. Boys. Around school age already. The last time I saw her was at a common friend's wedding. 10 years ago. She was childless then. 10 years. Damn.

You see, Cassy and I go way back. She went to an-all girls school in Makati (red plaid skirts) While I went to an all-boys one in QC. We met as one typically does back then: may kabarkada akong nanligaw sa friend niya and we were brought along to make things look more... palatable and acceptable.

Except my friend crashed and burned and Cassy and I got along so well we became really close platonic friends. Textmates. All-night phone calls (telebabad anyone?). Debuts. Movies. I even went to her prom as her friends date.

College came and we entered the same school. We had our separate groups but we still always managed to touch base. This time it was parties. Beach trips. Summer outings. People joked we had something going on but we honestly were like really close friends. In fact, she had a boyfriend. A guy from Taft who I eventually became friends with but we were never close. She thought he was the one.

Until one March night changed all that. I was in my room when my phone buzzed. It was Cassy.

"R U busy?" (Phones back then had numbers instead of letters)

I was about to reply when she called, not bothering for my reply.

Then I heard it. Sobbing. Stuttering. She could barely get the words out. They had broken up. His idea. Something about him finding himself and longstanding issues between them that never got resolved.

I said I'd come over. She turned me down. Instead, she drove over to my house. 30 minutes later, she texted.

"Outside na.ü" (bet some of you dont know what that last character meant, haha)

I came out to see her grey Honda City parked in front of my driveway. She sat behind the wheel, glancing at my direction behind the lightly-tinted glass ; unmoving. I went around and opened the passnger door and plopped myself down on the seat.

Like a damn bursting, the floodgates opened. Bawling, sobbing, fists on the steering wheel pounding her anger out on her poor car. I just sat there, silently listening. I reached a hand and placed it on her shoulder, slightly squeezing her for assurance. We stayed like that for a good 15 minutes.

When she had calmed down I led her inside. My parents were out of town and my siblings were out so we had the entire place to ourselves. I led her to our lanai where she made herself comfortable on a large solihiya couch we had. I offered her drinks. Water? Juice? Softdrinks? She turned them all down.

"May hard ka?" She said, her face smiling but her eyes anything but jovial.

Good thing I had hosted my highschool friends a few nights back and still had some leftover beer (San Mig Strong Ice, Mule) a half-empty bottle of Absolut Kurant (my favorite back then) and an unopened bottle of Cuervo. She picked the tequila. I reached under the bar and got a shot glass and a bottle of Stong Ice for me.

No sooner had I set the shot glass on the coffee table and filled it with tequila, Cassy reached over and gulped the stuff down, banging the shot glass back down dramatically. No salt, no lemon. She was really going to drink that night.

The thing is, I knew she was a lightweight when it came to alcohol. I mean she was five-foot-nothing at best and was a cheerleader who was regularly thrown around during halftime games. It'd take her 3 shots tops before she'd get sick.

I watched her while I sipped my beer. After her fourth shot, she was weaving back and forth but still looked determined to drink. I sat beside her and placed my hand on her shoulder once more. She looked at me with those sad eyes and reached up to hold my hand over hers, our fingers interlacing.

She dropped our hands and they fell onto her lap. She leaned into me and I wrapped her up in my free arm as her head rested on my chest. We sat there silently in my quiet house for a few minutes, I could feel her heart beating in her chest and her breath on my neck.

After what felt like an eternity had passed, she raised her head to look deep in my eyes. In that moment, sheeingbher half-lidded eyes gaze into mine, I felt the mood shift ever so slightly. There was a palpable tension that hung in the air. Her eyes flicked down to my lips, and went back up to look me in the eye again. Then, she licked her lips and leaned in.

I met her halfway and our lips met. Her lips were so soft, so full.

Her tongue came out, flicking my lips and ventured in my mouth, seeking mine.

Our tongues danced together and I remembered the time we were drinking in one of our trips as friends where she said she could tie a cherry stalk with just her tongue.

Our bodies just melted together in a warm embrace on that solihiya couch. My hands started exploring her tight petite frame. A ribbed maroon spaghetti strap top. A cup tits encased in a small strapless bra. Jean cutoff shorts that are now back in fashion.

She leaned back into the throw pillow and I followed her down, semi pressing my body against hers.

She palmed my cheeks and I pulled back.

We gazed into each other's eyes. It was like through years of friendship, we were telepathic. No words were needed.

I need you tonight. Be my friend and be here for me. Help me forget. Nothing changes after this.

I was only too happy to oblige. We resumed our kiss, her hands gripping my neck and back, pushing me closer into her. Mine was at the small of her back and on her tits, rubbing them through the thin fabric of her top.

She pulled the flimsy top lower, pushing her bra downward freeingbher perky and tiny titties. Light brown pwrky nipples greeted me. I always wondered how theyd look like. And they there were staring right back at me.

My fingers found them and I twirled them between my thumb and forefinger. I felt them grow taut and stiff and I made my way down to properly introduce them to my tongue and lips. She let out a broken moan and ran her fingers through my hair.

"Let's go to your room." She whispered.

So we did. We walked hand in hand upstairs and once the door closed clothes started coming off.

We collapsed onto my bed and feeling her bare skin against mine felt exhilirating, electric even. I felt her up and saw she barely had hair down there, just some wispy strands that were already damp with longing.

She was ready and so was I. We had enough foreplay. She lay on her back and spread her legs, wrapping my within her warm embrace. I fell on top of her effortlessly, like we both fit so right.

I felt her hand guide my hardened cock toward her moist entrance and she firmly grasped my butt with the other. I thrust in, slowly but deeply into her.

Fuck ansarap. Cassy, who Ive never felt romantically or sexually before was under me, legs spread, pussy dripping wet and clinging onto me like a drowning sailor at sea.

Our lips locked while I thrust in her and I could feel her breath against my cheek. Our muffled moans were stifled by each others lips while our tongues continued to duel. It wasnt lovemaking we were doing. It was a hungry, desperate dance to forget and to seek comfort in another.

After a few minutes of intense missionary, she pushed me back.

"Ako naman."

I flipped over to my back and she straddled me, stroking my cock that was dripping wet with her juices. She guided me back inside her slowly, and I saw her eyes roll back and her mouth open in a silent moan.

"Fuuuck" was all I could muster as I felt her take me again.

She was not surprisingly light and I barely felt her on top of me. My hands crept up to her tits and kneaded them against her chest as hers rested on mine. She rode me like a pro; with a steady rhythm that half grinded, half bounced on my engorged pole.

"Ansarap \_\_\_!" She exclaimed..

"Cassy, fuck youre so good..." I replied.

"Make me forget..." she half cried, half moaned.

It was all I needed to hear. I effortlessly lifted her, set her face first onto my bed and mounted her from behind. I was presented by her perky perfectly sculpted cheerleaders ass. I only took a split second to admire it before I plunged back in again all the way to the hilt.

I watched her as she looked over her shoulder at me, her mouth open and her eyes imploring. There was nothing but passion, longing and a carnal, almost feral desire to escape behind those chinita eyes.

And I was only consumed with my own desires to gladly give to her.

She had cum quite a few times already and I could tell as she would moan a certain way when she did and push me back slightly each time, like she couldnt take the intensity of her own climax. But being the tiny girl that she was, pushing me back was futile as I plowed down into her, overriding her feeble attempts to push me away.

When I felt my own climax coming, I made it clear to her.

"Cass, I'm getting close baby..." I exclaimed.

"Dddoontt cummm insideee..." she stammered in between thrusts.

When I finally did cum, I pulled out and spread it on her ass and upper back, gasping and panting at the exertion.

We both collapsed in a heap and we cuddled.

"I cant believe we did that," she said wistfully, as she settled into the small spoon position.

"Me too Cass." I whispered, kissing her shoulder.

"Promise me it wont be weird," she said, not bothering to look at me.

I propped my body up on my elbow, turned her slightly to face me, and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Nothing changes." I said, looking intently into her eyes

She smiled, closed her eyes and kissed me back.

The second round flowed less intesnely as the first. What was cuddling and pillow talking turned into making out which both got us both hard and wet again. But this time wasnt as hungry as the first. There was none of the hungry, almost angry banging of flesh together. This was more tender, more gentle and personally for me more enjoyable coupling.

We never spoke of that night after. There were knowing glances at our tambayan at school. Lingering glances at drinking parties but never once was that night repeated.

I kept my promise. Nothing changed. We were still best friends. She found another guy. I found my own girlfriend. Our respective partners got along well with each other. Time flowed and chugged inevitably on.

And as time marched on, so did our life after college. We chased our own careers. Weekly gatherings and daily texts became less and less frequent until I realized we were only meeting yearly for a christmas party. Which turned into every wedding of a common friend. We were too busy to notice and too consumed with our own lives to call it out.

We both let go of each other. Whether she did so willingly or whether she was, like me, unknowlingly caught up in the ratrace of corporate Metro Manila, is something I never got to ask her.

Watching her walk off, kids in tow earlier was a poignant reminder that not all close friendships are meant to last. They may endure. They may fade.

But we will always have that March night when I was there for her.

And I guess I will always be there for her. All she need do is give me that call.

I glance at my phone, devoid of updates, smirk to myself and get into the car.

Ever wondered what it would feel like if you meet someone you've had a complicated past with suddenly appear like a ghost without warning? Well I have and it literally just happened today. Advanced warning, this may become long and this may not be as juicy as some other stories on here so proceed at your own risk.

I was at Shang earlier to run a few errands and pick up some odds and ends and was about to enter Adora when I heard my name called out. I whirled around to see who it was.

It took me a minute to match the face with the voice.

The same chinky eyes, the same bright smile. Her hair's shorter now, more practical. A few crows feet adorn the corners of her eyes. Maybe some flecks of grey flanking her jet-black hair. Well, we are all in our forties now, I suppose.

Cassy! I scolded myself for taking too long to connect the name to the face. How could I forget? We were practically what you younger generation would call GBF/BBF now. (I'm not even sure if I used it right)

We hugged, pecked our cheeks together and caught up. She introduced her kids that flanked her. Boys. Around school age already. The last time I saw her was at a common friend's wedding. 10 years ago. She was childless then. 10 years. Damn.

You see, Cassy and I go way back. She went to an-all girls school in Makati (red plaid skirts) While I went to an all-boys one in QC. We met as one typically does back then: may kabarkada akong nanligaw sa friend niya and we were brought along to make things look more... palatable and acceptable.

Except my friend crashed and burned and Cassy and I got along so well we became really close platonic friends. Textmates. All-night phone calls (telebabad anyone?). Debuts. Movies. I even went to her prom as her friends date.

College came and we entered the same school. We had our separate groups but we still always managed to touch base. This time it was parties. Beach trips. Summer outings. People joked we had something going on but we honestly were like really close friends. In fact, she had a boyfriend. A guy from Taft who I eventually became friends with but we were never close. She thought he was the one.

Until one March night changed all that. I was in my room when my phone buzzed. It was Cassy.

"R U busy?" (Phones back then had numbers instead of letters)

I was about to reply when she called, not bothering for my reply.

Then I heard it. Sobbing. Stuttering. She could barely get the words out. They had broken up. His idea. Something about him finding himself and longstanding issues between them that never got resolved.

I said I'd come over. She turned me down. Instead, she drove over to my house. 30 minutes later, she texted.

"Outside na.ü" (bet some of you dont know what that last character meant, haha)

I came out to see her grey Honda City parked in front of my driveway. She sat behind the wheel, glancing at my direction behind the lightly-tinted glass ; unmoving. I went around and opened the passnger door and plopped myself down on the seat.

Like a damn bursting, the floodgates opened. Bawling, sobbing, fists on the steering wheel pounding her anger out on her poor car. I just sat there, silently listening. I reached a hand and placed it on her shoulder, slightly squeezing her for assurance. We stayed like that for a good 15 minutes.

When she had calmed down I led her inside. My parents were out of town and my siblings were out so we had the entire place to ourselves. I led her to our lanai where she made herself comfortable on a large solihiya couch we had. I offered her drinks. Water? Juice? Softdrinks? She turned them all down.

"May hard ka?" She said, her face smiling but her eyes anything but jovial.

Good thing I had hosted my highschool friends a few nights back and still had some leftover beer (San Mig Strong Ice, Mule) a half-empty bottle of Absolut Kurant (my favorite back then) and an unopened bottle of Cuervo. She picked the tequila. I reached under the bar and got a shot glass and a bottle of Stong Ice for me.

No sooner had I set the shot glass on the coffee table and filled it with tequila, Cassy reached over and gulped the stuff down, banging the shot glass back down dramatically. No salt, no lemon. She was really going to drink that night.

The thing is, I knew she was a lightweight when it came to alcohol. I mean she was five-foot-nothing at best and was a cheerleader who was regularly thrown around during halftime games. It'd take her 3 shots tops before she'd get sick.

I watched her while I sipped my beer. After her fourth shot, she was weaving back and forth but still looked determined to drink. I sat beside her and placed my hand on her shoulder once more. She looked at me with those sad eyes and reached up to hold my hand over hers, our fingers interlacing.

She dropped our hands and they fell onto her lap. She leaned into me and I wrapped her up in my free arm as her head rested on my chest. We sat there silently in my quiet house for a few minutes, I could feel her heart beating in her chest and her breath on my neck.

After what felt like an eternity had passed, she raised her head to look deep in my eyes. In that moment, sheeingbher half-lidded eyes gaze into mine, I felt the mood shift ever so slightly. There was a palpable tension that hung in the air. Her eyes flicked down to my lips, and went back up to look me in the eye again. Then, she licked her lips and leaned in.

I met her halfway and our lips met. Her lips were so soft, so full.

Her tongue came out, flicking my lips and ventured in my mouth, seeking mine.

Our tongues danced together and I remembered the time we were drinking in one of our trips as friends where she said she could tie a cherry stalk with just her tongue.

Our bodies just melted together in a warm embrace on that solihiya couch. My hands started exploring her tight petite frame. A ribbed maroon spaghetti strap top. A cup tits encased in a small strapless bra. Jean cutoff shorts that are now back in fashion.

She leaned back into the throw pillow and I followed her down, semi pressing my body against hers.

She palmed my cheeks and I pulled back.

We gazed into each other's eyes. It was like through years of friendship, we were telepathic. No words were needed.

I need you tonight. Be my friend and be here for me. Help me forget. Nothing changes after this.

I was only too happy to oblige. We resumed our kiss, her hands gripping my neck and back, pushing me closer into her. Mine was at the small of her back and on her tits, rubbing them through the thin fabric of her top.

She pulled the flimsy top lower, pushing her bra downward freeingbher perky and tiny titties. Light brown pwrky nipples greeted me. I always wondered how theyd look like. And they there were staring right back at me.

My fingers found them and I twirled them between my thumb and forefinger. I felt them grow taut and stiff and I made my way down to properly introduce them to my tongue and lips. She let out a broken moan and ran her fingers through my hair.

"Let's go to your room." She whispered.

So we did. We walked hand in hand upstairs and once the door closed clothes started coming off.

We collapsed onto my bed and feeling her bare skin against mine felt exhilirating, electric even. I felt her up and saw she barely had hair down there, just some wispy strands that were already damp with longing.

She was ready and so was I. We had enough foreplay. She lay on her back and spread her legs, wrapping my within her warm embrace. I fell on top of her effortlessly, like we both fit so right.

I felt her hand guide my hardened cock toward her moist entrance and she firmly grasped my butt with the other. I thrust in, slowly but deeply into her.

Fuck ansarap. Cassy, who Ive never felt romantically or sexually before was under me, legs spread, pussy dripping wet and clinging onto me like a drowning sailor at sea.

Our lips locked while I thrust in her and I could feel her breath against my cheek. Our muffled moans were stifled by each others lips while our tongues continued to duel. It wasnt lovemaking we were doing. It was a hungry, desperate dance to forget and to seek comfort in another.

After a few minutes of intense missionary, she pushed me back.

"Ako naman."

I flipped over to my back and she straddled me, stroking my cock that was dripping wet with her juices. She guided me back inside her slowly, and I saw her eyes roll back and her mouth open in a silent moan.

"Fuuuck" was all I could muster as I felt her take me again.

She was not surprisingly light and I barely felt her on top of me. My hands crept up to her tits and kneaded them against her chest as hers rested on mine. She rode me like a pro; with a steady rhythm that half grinded, half bounced on my engorged pole.

"Ansarap \_\_\_!" She exclaimed..

"Cassy, fuck youre so good..." I replied.

"Make me forget..." she half cried, half moaned.

It was all I needed to hear. I effortlessly lifted her, set her face first onto my bed and mounted her from behind. I was presented by her perky perfectly sculpted cheerleaders ass. I only took a split second to admire it before I plunged back in again all the way to the hilt.

I watched her as she looked over her shoulder at me, her mouth open and her eyes imploring. There was nothing but passion, longing and a carnal, almost feral desire to escape behind those chinita eyes.

And I was only consumed with my own desires to gladly give to her.

She had cum quite a few times already and I could tell as she would moan a certain way when she did and push me back slightly each time, like she couldnt take the intensity of her own climax. But being the tiny girl that she was, pushing me back was futile as I plowed down into her, overriding her feeble attempts to push me away.

When I felt my own climax coming, I made it clear to her.

"Cass, I'm getting close baby..." I exclaimed.

"Dddoontt cummm insideee..." she stammered in between thrusts.

When I finally did cum, I pulled out and spread it on her ass and upper back, gasping and panting at the exertion.

We both collapsed in a heap and we cuddled.

"I cant believe we did that," she said wistfully, as she settled into the small spoon position.

"Me too Cass." I whispered, kissing her shoulder.

"Promise me it wont be weird," she said, not bothering to look at me.

I propped my body up on my elbow, turned her slightly to face me, and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Nothing changes." I said, looking intently into her eyes

She smiled, closed her eyes and kissed me back.

The second round flowed less intesnely as the first. What was cuddling and pillow talking turned into making out which both got us both hard and wet again. But this time wasnt as hungry as the first. There was none of the hungry, almost angry banging of flesh together. This was more tender, more gentle and personally for me more enjoyable coupling.

We never spoke of that night after. There were knowing glances at our tambayan at school. Lingering glances at drinking parties but never once was that night repeated.

I kept my promise. Nothing changed. We were still best friends. She found another guy. I found my own girlfriend. Our respective partners got along well with each other. Time flowed and chugged inevitably on.

And as time marched on, so did our life after college. We chased our own careers. Weekly gatherings and daily texts became less and less frequent until I realized we were only meeting yearly for a christmas party. Which turned into every wedding of a common friend. We were too busy to notice and too consumed with our own lives to call it out.

We both let go of each other. Whether she did so willingly or whether she was, like me, unknowlingly caught up in the ratrace of corporate Metro Manila, is something I never got to ask her.

Watching her walk off, kids in tow earlier was a poignant reminder that not all close friendships are meant to last. They may endure. They may fade.

But we will always have that March night when I was there for her.

And I guess I will always be there for her. All she need do is give me that call.

I glance at my phone, devoid of updates, smirk to myself and get into the car.

Happy (long) weekend guys and gals! Napadaan lang to share my thoughts before simulan ko talaga araw ko.

Reminder guys lang, kapag kayo ay sasali sa isang NSFW escapade with an anonymous couple, I hope you still follow basic rules of decency.

Sinabihan naman kayo sa post at binigay naman sa inyo beforehand yung rules and boundaries. Sana sundan naman natin. I get it, hayok ka, malibog ka pero pairalin naman sana natin yung basic etiquette and manners pa rin. Tao naman tayong lahat.

For background, I have an online playmate that has a specific kink that I indulge her in. Its a specific fantasy of hers and I like to cater to it. Sa kanya ko na-realize na meron akong inner cuck pala and we found out that we work well together.

Its her fantasy and she has specific rules for it and ako naman as her primary playmate, I make sure shes safe, that the guys we get follows the rules.

Ano yung rules? Basic lang naman. Its online fun. Walang actual meetups. Weve talked about it naman but if ever magmeet kami, kaming dalawa lang. Second, everything happens sa gc na ginawa ko. Walang private chat. Minsan she does go on a private chat pero she always asks my permission first or lets me know. Dont try to shoot your shot and go behind my back. Ill find out. Yun ang usapan namin. Third, be verbal and communicative. Online nga eh. Kasali ka, hindi ka spectator. And lastly, no is no. Dont ask for pics, dont ask for videos or audios.

To be fair, some guys naman follow. Pero sigurp for every 1 that does may mga 3 o 4 na hindi.

May makulit na hingi ng hingi ng pics. Meron malalaman ko na lang message ng message sa kanya thinking makaka-isa siya thinking I wouldnt find out. Meron naman pilit ng pilit na makipagmeetup. Meron naman walang mai-ambag kundi hininga lang niyang malalim.

I get it, very niche yung trip namin, hindi common and medyo counter-culture. Pero pinasok niyo to knowing fully what to expect.

Nakakasira ng mood, nakakabitin, and mostly nakakabastos minsan yung mga kapwa lalaki kong ibang ulo yung pinapairal.

As a guy over these past few weeks, ive seen the female side and honestly, nakakasuya at nakaka-inis yung kapwa ko lalaki with that mindset na magbabakasakali or hindi susunod sa napag-usapan beforehand. I thought i got it from rants here on aj dati from females pero as someone who had to deal with it firsthand, iba pa rin pala talaga kapag na-witness mo na.

Totoo pala yung sinasabi nilang mahirap maghanap ng uni or ng bull that matches your energy. Sabagay, finding a fwb or a partner is already hard enough in and of itself, paano pa kung third party pa yung hinahanap mo na maging respectful, decent and operates well inside the boundaries drawn.

Yun lang naman. I hope you guys enjoy the rest of the weekend!

Hello everyone! Hope everyone's safe and dry from the horrendous weather we've been having...

Just dropped by to share that while I do enjoy a good SOP session (norhing tops the real deal, don't get me wrong), doing the nasty on the phone does have its drawbacks.

See, I just finished a particularly satisfying round with someone I semi-regularly do it with. We keep each other on standby when the mood hits and kanina she texted and we went right at it.

The major downside to SOP in my opinion is the after. Like kanina and most of the times, after we finish (I do usually edge myself para sabay kami mag-cum), there's little to no aftercare. Sa totoong buhay, after a round, there's cuddling, making out and pillow talk. Sa SOP, you end up sa kama mo all sprawled out, half-naked with cum all over your stomach and your phone in your hand.

It's awkward kung tatayo ka, phone in hand, and walk over talking while you wash yourself off. So usually we just end the call, do our bathroom business and text afterward. Medyo empty lang yung feeling and you feel a bit used. Haha. Am I making sense?

Kayo ba? How do you navigate the after cumming period? Do you talk pa? Or do you just end the call? Please share and help a brother out...

Stay safe and dry guys and gals!

Hi! Just came in early today to share this quick story about how this infernal weather is wrecking me real bad right now...

Alam naman natin lahat how the steady rains, the cooler weather and the gloomy skies can affect our libido... ive tried naman to control myself and not give in to my baser desires but sobrang hirap!

Before i begin let me share na last week my internet mesh setup at home went bonkers and i havent had the time to bring it to the service center so im relying on just the modem (this matters in my story).

But anyway, kagabi lang i was in bed trying to sleep (and failing) when my phone buzzed.

Telegram message.

I checked.

It was my on again, off again online fwb. We message kapag we need a release and usually she initiates.

It only had 1 word.

"Baby?"

I replied, "yes babe?"

"I need you." Was her reply.

I called.

I was greeted by her moaning.

"Im fingering right now and i thought of you."

We got right into it as i slipped off my boxers and joined her as my dick got hard right away. Her full-bodied moaning and her dirty mouth never fails to elicit an erection.

We were barely into it for about 4 minutes when the universe conspired hard to fuck us up (and not in a good way). Unfortunately the rains and my slumping mesh-less modem gave up on me.

"Babe? I cant hear you..." she'd say.

Then it would cut out.

FUCK.

We kept on calling and re-calling and i was stuck there trying to connect but the line was incredibly choppy and/or she couldnt hear me at all.

Sobrang frustrating.

In the end we were forced to end our session last night and let me tell you, ang hirap pala kapag forces outnof your control manage to intrude into your baser desires. Ang hirap.

Makapunta na nga sa service center mamaya.

Argh.