Chapter IX: Sex Without Emotional Entanglements

Jon woke me up a few minutes after 5 in the morning. He looked tired but Sebastian was out of it and was lying on his stomach on the floor. I tried to get up from where I was lying but found out that Kris was keeping me locked in his arms as I remained sprawled over him on the couch.

The scene would have been full of tenderness and would have been touching if only he were somebody significant in my life. But then I was reminded that he was just this annoying guy who managed to be decent from time to time.

What's with the morning hug fest?

I finally stood up and Jon handed me a Red Bull and a bottle of Gatorade – to wake up and to rehydrate. I took the offered drinks to the bathroom and showered. I felt fresh and alive, like it was just any other night of alcohol binging but I know that last night was anything but ordinary. I was reminded of that fact when it hit me that I am such a coward for running away.

Wasn't this the point? To escape?

That was why I was now dressed in a pair of plaid brown shorts, a red sports shirt, a pair of red and gold Havaianas flip flops and big dark glasses as I attempted to carry all of my luggage out of Kris' room before my flight leaves without me.

Jon brought along a severely hung over Sebastian to send me off. As I was about to go inside the terminal to board, I noticed that Kris hung back apart from the three of us. He was the stranger while Jon, Sebastian and I shared 4 years together in high school.

"You're lucky I like you." Sebastian slurred at me. "I never drunk that much except during the time Jon decided to slap me with his rejection."

"I'm so indebted to the way you feel for me Seb." I said sarcastically as I eyed Jon who was whispering sweet nothings to Sebastian's ears before I was engulfed in my best friends arms.

I rolled my eyes, it figures, Sebastian never had any sort of vices way back in high school. Doesn't smoke and only started drinking after the infamous rejection. While Jon and I were no strangers to drinking ourselves silly and I guess Kris is a veteran too since he doesn't seem to be in the same predicament as his best friend.

I eyed Kris who was standing a few feet away from us as I remained in the comfort of Jon's embrace. He looked good despite the fact that he drunk as much as I had last night. He was wearing a cap which somehow made him more eye catching than before. How is that possible? His body was hugged by a thin cotton long sleeved shirt and his wearing a pair of dark gray sweats, not the best outfit but it somehow suits him. He managed to still look sexy in that get up... wonder how he'd look without them?

Fuck! Got to get those thoughts out of my head. Chances are we won't be seeing each other again after this. So I decided to have my eyes rake over his figure one more time until it ended when both our eyes met.

His eyes lit up and he smirked at me, telling me that he has seen me perusing his body. I rolled my eyes at him and snorted as I stepped out of Jon's hug and kissed his cheeks goodbye.

I left the terminal and as as I was about to board the plane I made a resolve to forget Paolo for good, even if I break myself trying.

45 minutes later, I was standing at the Mactan International Airport terminal and was waiting for my luggage when Luchie attacked me with a fierce hug.

I can't breath from her hug and I'm getting dizzy from her perfume. God! I pushed her away with a huff, thankful for the lungful of air as I stepped away from her overwhelming concern. A lesbian on mother mode is scary.

"Luuuccchhh..." I whined. "Nobody died, so why the reaction?"

She merely glared at me and then I was blinded by pain as she smacked my head.

"What the fuck!" I muttered at her as I put my hand where her hand was a few seconds ago and I saw Czarina quietly giggling at the sight of me as she took some of my luggage.

"Does that hurt more than what Paolo did?" Luchie asked.

I gaped at my cousin. How could she be so inconsiderate? But she muttered a contrite apology as she saw my expression and once again I was enveloped in her intoxicating J'adore scent which was this time not as suffocating, it was even comforting.

The rest of the day was spent roaming the city. Getting food when were hungry, rummaging through bazaar's and flea markets. I merely joined with whatever the girls thought of doing. Girls, go figure, they think that shopping and getting dolled up is the best therapy – a quick fix for depression.

Both of the girls were able to secure leave from their respective jobs for a couple of days so they were able to take me around town. We were playing tourist as if I haven't been to those places before but it was fun. In fairness to them both, they tried to really cheer me up. No mention of the whole Paolo thing after that brief inquiry at the airport. For three days, we all did nothing but shop, eat and shop some more. However, the need to be alone was getting strong so on the fourth day I was in Cebu, I told them to go back to their lives while I spend the rest of the week on my own. Honestly, there was only so much that I could take with their company. Seeing them together, being all couple-y was a reminder that I just got dumped in exchange for someone with boobs and a vagina.

I was contemplating on the merits and demerits of having a relationship with a bisexual person while I drove up to a resort where I decided to spend the remaining days in solitude as I wait for Jon and Sebastian to arrive, when out of nowhere, a red sports car cut me off the road and I almost swerved out of it.

I cursed at the irresponsible display of driving and once again muttered at my lack of height. I was driving Luchie's F150 and believe me, I looked like a kid trying to learn how to drive. The truck was too big and I find it hard to maneuver the vehicle especially on crowded streets and small roads in heavy traffic. I missed my bug back home. Hey, I know I'm small!

I finally arrived at a small and quite resort. I chose it for its size, though they might not have the best of everything money can buy but, at least they do not get crowded as much as the other popular resorts are during the summer season. I stopped at the front of the open lobby when I noticed a guy struggling with his bags and walking away from the familiar car.

The road fiend came up next to me with a charming smile as we both approached the front desk. I fought the urge to give him a piece of my mind about his lack of driving skills when a girl sitting behind the receptionist's counter asked us how she can help us. Of course, the tall and physically delectable specimen of Filipino men turned towards the girl and beat me out in checking in. How rude!

In irritation, I let my eyes wander on his features, blatantly staring at him while he signed the register and got his keys. See, the resort have keys and not the electronic card keys. Old fashioned, that's all I can say. I just hope to god that the room would be clean and void of any bugs. I was snapped out of my wandering mind when said tall, cute guy however a menace on the road cleared his throat and indicated that I'm next to register.

I raised an eyebrow at him when I saw him give me a cocky smile. I rolled my eyes at him and he smirked. We were both standing there in silence when it was broken by a shrill call from somewhere and a blur of pink caught my eye before it attached itself to the guy in front of me.

It figures. He's straight. Not that I was actually out there looking for somebody but you have got to appreciate God's creation right?

The girl was talking a mile a minute and the guy was just looking at me like he needed help. Hello! He's the boyfriend, he should suffer because of his poor choice. I laughed inwardly because I don't want to be rude but my patience was wearing thin when said girl kept on making cooing noises and baby talk to the guy and kissing his cheeks every other second in between talking.

I cleared my throat. The girl remained oblivious. The receptionist was looking as if she's bored to death. And the guy smirked in a way that said I-know-you-wished-you-were-in-her-place.

That's it. Fuck being polite.

I pushed my way towards the reception desk and bumped into the girl who exclaimed her shock as she got pushed further into her boyfriend's body. I quickly said my name to the girl on the desk, signed the sheet and took my keys quickly and bumped into the annoying girl in pink again as she was just regaining her composure. That earned expletives from the couple as I walked back to the truck to park it properly and get my bag.

As I made my way back to the lobby en route to my room with my duffel bag slung over my shoulder, I noticed that the loving couple were standing near the steps that would lead inside the resort. I rolled my eyes at their imposing faces and deliberately walked past them. The girl, who was sporting a 2 piece swimsuit that was in all honestly just 2 small pieces of cloth not even enough to wipe off the glass toped tables near them was seething as she tried to stand on her full height as if to look intimidating.

I stopped midway before fully passing them and looked at the girl from head to foot. My lips curled in a smile as I saw her wearing stiletto's of all things. Obviously seeing the disdainful look I gave her, she went on a full rant in vernacular and called me a lot of names which I just shook off as I flipped her the bird and casually resumed walking towards my room.

My accommodation was beach front. A small cottage structure that has it's own veranda. I had to go round the pool to get to my cottage and I can see that the resort was kind of full. So much for quite and seclusion. I just hoped that come evening, everybody or most of the people would leave.

I have had no more encounters with the annoying couple until my last night at the resort. Much of my stay there was spent sleeping the day away while I come alive when the sun sets and go back to my room after the sun rises. I order room service for my meals and drinks. Once its dark all over I take a leisurely walk on the beach, sometimes going over the neighboring resorts and most of the time, I find secluded spots to just listen to the lulling sounds of the waves as it comes to shore, staring at the vast blackness before me and simply thinking about nothing. The temperature does not bother me, it gets rather chilly at night despite it being summer but I love the coldness. It makes for good company in my lonely misery.

Before midnight when the bar at the resort closes, I'm already stationed on my veranda taking dainty sips on my frozen margarita as I lie lazily on the cushioned recliner smoking as I lounge around on a tank top and shorts combo. I was halfway on my second pitcher and I cursed for drinking too fast seeing that the bar already closed when a shadow fell over me. I strained my eyes to see who it was and I was surprised to find the guy from the reception desk wearing nothing but a pair of Speedo's that firmly encases his treasure.

"What's your name?" The guy asked.

"Why do you need it?"

"Because." The guy said as he moved forward and crouched in front of me.

"I want to know." He continued as he moved his arms over my bare shoulder.

"The name." His hands moved lower and began to circle his thumb over my leg.

"Of the guy." His hands were ghosting over my stomach, near the waistband of my shorts. He lowered his head to my face and our lips were mere centimeters apart. His lips brushed mine as he continued. "I fuck."

His hands plunge down on my shorts to my manhood as I pulled him closer for a kiss. We continued to tease each other and it wasn't long when we were both standing naked and pressed to each other on the veranda of my room. The lights were turned off, only the light inside the room was illuminating us from the window. I was getting impatient as I was pressed on my back on the door with my legs wrapped around his waist as our erections rubbed against each other. Needless to say, we found our way into the room and fucked until the sun shined its way to a new day.

It was around noon time when I woke up alone in my room and started to pack for I need to pick up Jon and Sebastian at the airport. That was the first time I had sex with a random guy. I didn't even get his name nor did he get mine. That was my entrance into the world of casual sex and from what I have gathered, sex-without-emotional-entanglements is the 'in' thing. Why not join the wagon?

I returned my keys to the receptionist and noticed that the guy and his girlfriend were sitting and having lunch at a table nearby the parking area. The place was packed but I made my way towards them. The girl recognized me and glared, the guy smiled at me with a knowing secret and I pulled behind him and whispered to his ears that I had fun last night.

I cleared my throat and addressed the girl.

"My name is Audee and I want to apologize for my rude behavior the other day." I smiled sweetly at her despite the fact that I just lied to her. My name is not Audee and I am most definitely not sorry.

"That's fine." The girl said dismissively.

"A piece of advice hon, go find yourself another boyfriend, somebody who doesn't sleep around with gay boys like me." I told her with a smirk as I caressed the guys cheek and walked off towards my borrowed truck, leaving the couple and those who were near enough to hear us shocked to speechlessness.

That was why I hate bisexual guys. Too many possible competition for their affection.