Show Me
@hannieheist
CherryWine: Hello
MissBurgundy: Hi
CherryWine: I’ve been waiting for this all week
MissBurgundy: Me too
He waves through the screen and I wave back. Just like every week, on Thursdays at 9 pm for the past six months, we meet online.
He’s wearing a loose shirt and sweatpants. I know for a fact he’s wearing nothing other than that.
MissBurgundy: I have something to show you
I take off my robe and show him the red lacy underwear I’m wearing. I stand from my bed and give him a tiny twirl. I hear him whistle.
CherryWine: Fuck. Bago ‘yan noh?
MissBurgundy: Bought it just for you ;)
We had a few rules.
No talking - but keep the mic on.
No face reveal - no matter what happens.
No asking of names.
No sharing of personal information.
No real-life meet-ups, ever.
The moment one of us gets into a relationship, this weekly, online sex meetup has to stop.
I touch myself in front of him. My fingers move across my neck, between my breasts, over my hips, my ass. There’s something to be said about being watched as you pleasure yourself - it’s liberating, it’s empowering, it’s fucking arousing.
Especially when the person watching behind the screen is not only turned on but hot as hell, too. He watches, entranced, hands moving south.
That's right. Touch yourself for me. Show me how I make you feel.
I get on the bed, straddling one of my pillows in between my thighs. I strip down naked slowly, one item of clothing at a time, making sure to tease him as I go. It’s getting harder to breathe and my heart pounds against my chest. Heat floods at the pit of my stomach and I feel that familiar ache between my legs.
His shirt is off in an instant, and through the screen, I see a glint of sweat on his chest. I imagine touching his body and feeling his muscles tense underneath my fingertips.
I go on all fours and turn around to show him my ass. His groan encourages me all the more, and I spread my legs wider. I imagine his face right between my legs, his tongue pressed into my core.
I can feel myself getting wet just from the thought.
I give him one hell of a show, partly because I get off on feeling wanted and adored, and also because I love seeing him so turned on. I like hearing him moan, I like seeing his face when he reaches climax. I like knowing it's all because of me.
His sweatpants are off and I take my time enjoying the view - arms so big I want them to crush me, thighs so thick I want them on my shoulders while I suck him off.
He leans back and I hear him breathe out long and hard. My god. His hand - which, feel ko, is already larger than average, doesn’t even fully cover the dick he’s holding. I see everything and everything I like.
I take out the vibrator that, as it is seven inches long, is inspired by CherryWine’s dick. It’s not long before I have it fully shoved inside me, grinding and gyrating and just messing me up so good.
Imagining the vibrator as his dick and the bed as his thighs are enough to bring me to an orgasm. I let loose, moaning and groaning and whimpering as much as I wanted to.
He cums shortly after.
Just for the heck of it, I lean forward and pretend to give him a kiss - even if he can't see my face. At least he'll see my boobs getting closer to the screen.
MissBurgundy: See you next week.
MissBurgundy: Bye
I don’t let him reply and log off.
"Hello," Seungcheol says, settling on the seat beside me.
"Hi," I tell him, waving.
He says nothing back, which I find odd. Seungcheol would usually immediately start talking about anything - whether it’s about what happened during the weekend or something he’s looking forward to this week.
I give him a look but he’s staring at my chest, which is odd, since mataas naman neckline ng damit ko. It cannot possibly be my boobs.
The professor arrives and just like that, he snaps out of it. Hm. Baka natulala lang.
The class drones on and my thoughts drift to Seungcheol. For so many reasons, he’s been occupying my mind more these days. I had met him two months ago, right around the time class started. He's nice and polite and absolutely handsome. We hit it off right away, partly because he's just too likable and mostly because he gives me butterflies whenever he's around.
But before that, I knew him well - not in the sense that I knew him personally, but I knew him well because we meet once a week to have virtual sex.
That’s right - Seungcheol is CherryWine. And he doesn’t know I know.
We had a rule that we wouldn’t show each other our faces. But it’s not my fault he left his graduation photo in the background. Ateneo. Gwapo. Red lips. After that, I started imagining his face with his body. I couldn’t help it.
Then, when he showed up as my classmate during one of my classes, I was terrified. I thought he had stalked me or something. I thought he was going to expose me as a freak who gets off with strangers online.
But after a few conversations with him, it was obvious he had no idea who I was. When the initial shock wore off, I allowed myself to be friendly with him.
And boy, it was hard not to like him.
Therein lies my problem.
The guilt is eating me up.
I wonder if I'll ever come clean. Maybe I'll never. It's too embarrassing, and I just know there's no turning back once he discovers I'm the girl behind the screen.
How can I, when I've seen all of him, body and soul?
And to be honest, I didn’t want to ruin any relationship we had - be it through the screen or in real life.
"Lunch tayo?" Cheol asks me once class ended. “‘Di ako nagbreakfast eh.”
I nod. "Curry?"
"Sure."
"So," he starts, fiddling around with his unfinished food. He’s been so aloof today - I wonder if something is bothering him. It’s too early to start worrying about grades, so I wonder what it’s about.
"So?"
"So," he starts again, swallowing hard before continuing. "When are you going to tell me you're Miss Burgundy?"
Do you know those moments in life when everything just freezes, and you feel terribly trapped and free at the same time? This is one of those moments.
My body runs hot and I can feel the flush rise from the pit of my stomach. Holy shit. Holy shit. Oh my god. Tangina. What do I do?
Is playing dumb worth the effort?
"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about," he bites. “Tell me the truth.”
Ah, okay.
I lean my elbows on the table and cover my face. This is not how I imagined my day would go.
"Paano mo nalaman?"
He doesn't answer right away. I peek at him from behind my fingers and see that he’s leaning back on the chair, arms crossed. Oh, I’ve seen him sit like this before. Naked. I know what goes on behind that shirt and I definitely know what’s going on underneath his pants.
He's staring at me with a purse on his lips and by god, he’s so fucking handsome.
"You had your necklace on last night."
Did I? I honestly can't remember.
I don't know what to say. I tell him exactly that, and I add that I have no idea where we go from this.
“Ikaw? How did you know who I am? How long have you known?”
“Just right before classes started,” I admit. “You left your grad photo sa bedroom mo.”
He surprises me by laughing. “Bobo ko ‘dun, ah.”
I laugh nervously. “Medyo.”
We were silent for a while. Naghahanda na ako for the goodbye. All our rules were broken. I don’t think we can go back to normal after everything.
“I have something to confess,” he tells me softly. He motions for me to lean in. Gago, ‘yun pa lang nalibugan na ako. Choi Seungcheol, you’re so fucking dangerous. I obey him, leaning close to the point where I can smell his cologne.
“Since I met you, mukha mo na iniisip ko tuwing nagjajakol ako. I gave your face to Miss Burgundy, not knowing you’re the same person.”
Nahihilo ata ako.
“Meron pa, makinig ka,” Seungcheol demands. I nod my head. “Naiintindihan ko kung bakit ‘di mo agad sinabi sa akin. But you’ve broken our rules. You need to be punished.”
I swallow, but my throat is terribly dry.
“Say yes, uuwi tayo sa bahay ko. Ikakama kita. I’ll have my way with you and give you the best fuck of your life. Say no, and I’ll leave you alone. We broke the rules, and things can’t be the same way as it was. Say no and we’ll have a clean break.”
Bakit ako naiiyak? I knew this was coming. Pero tangina, have I grown attached to Seungcheol?
I don’t say anything - I don’t think I can.
So he exhales and starts talking again. “To be honest, I don’t think I can go back to the way things were after this. You’ve shattered me, mind and body. I need - hay, tangina. Now that I know how fucking gorgeous your body is, I need to taste you. I need to touch you. I need to fuck you. And if that’s something na ayaw mo, I wholeheartedly respect that. And I would rather die than do something na ayaw mo gawin. Pero hindi ko kayang maging kaibigan mo pa rin. I’m sorry to put this on you, but you need to decide. Kasi I feel like I’m dying. I need to touch you, or I’ll let you go.”
I stare at my half-eaten Tonkatsu Curry. “Can I have time to think? This is all too much.”
I don’t need to see him to know he’s raising an eyebrow, tongue-in-cheek at my answer. “Okay,” he says.
I ring the doorbell. Huh - who knew? Nakatira si Seungcheol sa Teacher’s Village. The door opens and I see Seungcheol, clad in a loose shirt and sweatpants. He sees me and his eyes widen. Then, as if catching himself, he leans on the doorframe with his arms across his chest.
“Hi.”
“Hello.”
“Is this your answer?”
I give him a smile. “Yes.”
He smiles back. Tangina talaga, sobrang gwapo. My stomach turns at what I know what’s about to come. “Pasok ka na.”
On the way to his room, we pass by his graduation picture. It now hangs on the wall, along with photos of people who I assume are his family.
“I wore the red underwear,” I tell him once we were in his room.
"Show me,” he says. He pulls his chair - the one he sits on in front of the camera. He motions for me to come to him. I obey. Tangina, ang tagal ko nang gustong kumandong sa kanya. I can’t believe I’m finally able to do it. My hands shake from the anticipation.
His hands on my waist pull me closer. I grind on him, feeling his dick harden through our clothes. Slowly, as if I was back in my room, I strip to my underwear for him. He watches me, a prominent tent in his pants. I did that.
“You like?” I ask.
He nods, reaching for me. His fingers swipe at my clothed pussy. “Basa ka na agad, wala pa nga,” he groans.
Excuse me, nagrereklamo ka ba?
“Kahapon pa lang, sobrang nalibugan na ako,” I admit. He kisses my neck and I grind down on him. Shit, I want to get fucked so badly. He removes my bra and kisses my breasts. I hop off his hips and remove my clothes. He does the same, and I stare at his naked body with no shame. Fuck, he looks so good.
Everything about him is huge. Kayang kaya niya ako balibagin, and to be honest, I don’t mind. He can have his wicked way with me and I wouldn’t mind one bit. He takes my wrist and pulls me to the chair. I’m immediately back to straddling him.
We make out and his tongue fights mine for dominance. His hands are restless - boobs, neck, waist, hips, ass, legs, pussy.
“Pasok ko na, ah,” I tell him, and his hands on my waist squeeze me hard. Ramdam na ramdam ko gigil niya and it only turns me on.
“Ayaw mo kainin muna kita?”
“Matagal ko nang gusto magpakantot sa’yo,” I whine. “We can do foreplay next time.”
Next time. Will there be a next time? Or is this just a one-time, get-you-out-of-my-system kind of thing?
I decided to let future me worry about that. Right now, present me wants to get fucked.
I grab his dick and align it with my pussy. I sink down on him and he fucking groans. Fuck, I’m so wet - he slides right in, buong buo. I feel so full. I’m going to lose my mind.
His hands grab my ass and together we move. Nothing about it was sweet - it was animalistic, it was primal, it was instinct. He licks my body and I tug on his hair. Unholy were the sounds that came from my mouth. He matches my pace and joins my sounds of pleasure. It’s all about taking, taking, taking.
This was fucking.
I orgasm on top of him. He doesn’t stop moving under me. My legs shake and my heart is about to burst from everything happening all at once. Hindi pa ako nakakarecover when he lifts me up and throws me on the bed.
“I love your ass,” he tells me, and I say thanks.
“I grew it myself,” I tell him, and he lifts a teasing eyebrow.
“Amin na ‘yan,” he says as he pulls me by the hips, face down on the bed. In one movement, he’s back inside me, impaling me from behind this time. Hihimatayin ata ako.
"Aminin mo," he whispers as he pounds me from behind. "Ginusto mo 'to, noh? You wore your necklace so I would find out." His hand pulls on my hair, my hips, my waist.
I could only whine into the pillows as he pulled out completely, only to shove himself roughly inside. My eyes rolled behind my head.
It wasn't true - I didn’t purposefully leave my necklace on. But fuck, I did want this to happen. I've imagined, since the first day he showed up on my screen, that I wanted to crawl on his lap and grind my core against his length. I wanted to tear apart his clothes and lick his skin.
I wanted, the moment he showed up in class and sat beside me, to tell him we’ve been having online sex for almost half a year.
“Tangina, ang sarap mo bastusin.” Seungcheol pounds me into the mattress. His hand grabs my breasts and his fingers play with my nipples, urging them to harden into nubs. I whine and beg for more.
His other hand teases my clit and I buckle underneath him, the stimulation too much for my body. “Is this how you wanted me to fuck you? Is this how you imagined it would be - me fucking you until you can no longer take it?”
I nod. “Yes, oh fuck, yes. More. Fuck me some more. Fuck me brainless.”
I think I came thrice in one night. One while I was on top of him, another while he was fucking me from behind, and another on my side. His sheets are damp and our bodies are soaked. It’s been ten minutes since we stopped but my heart is still pounding against my chest.
And here it is. The silence after the storm.
After every mind blowing sex is the post-coital clarity.
Ano na ba tayo?
Hanggang saan natin ito dadalhin?
Uulitin pa ba natin ito?
Seungcheol pulls me to him and makes me the little spoon to his big spoon. This is nice. “Mamaya na natin pagusapan. Pahinga muna tayo.”
“Okay,” I tell him. His hand reach over and fiddles with the necklace I’m still wearing. “From now on, always keep this on, ha? Especially the next time we fuck.”
“Next time,” I repeat.
“Oo naman. Next time.”
Okay. I smile and wiggle closer to him. He tucks me in his embrace and I allow myself to sleep, even just for a little bit.
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