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Whenever the rain pours like this, I am always reminded of the very first time I've been with one of my remarkable exes.
We met on Bumble a few years ago.
I've just had gotten out of a very toxic relationship then so I needed a "CRAYON RELATIONSHIP." -- colorful and non-toxic.
After weeks of talking, we ended up liking each other that much, we decided to meet up.
It was a rainy week. We decided to hangout around north, a bit far from where we usually go to, since we're both from the south. He brought me there after we met in the south. He told me, he knew a place.
While he was driving, he kept on looking at me, smiling with his pierced lower lip, nice choppers, and his almond shaped eyes.
"Eyes on the road." I reminded him, but he just laughed at me. He didn't hold my hand, nor touched it longer than a minute. It kinda felt weird, but when I grazed his hand by the side of my hand, it felt cold. He had sweaty hands.
"What's wrong?" I expressed my concern. He told me that he was just anxious. That he may not be up to par with my exes.
"Just tell me, what makes you different?"
"You'll find out later." he said.
We parked quite far from the bar where we're going to. There's karaoke, and acoustic nights. During our long conversations, he's told me that he used to work there as a bartender. So, he brought me there because they still let him go behind the bar whenever he goes there and they have someone to serve people drinks for free.
So, we got out of the car, and walked going to the bar. Went inside, it was pretty nice. There was quite a number of people, but it wasn't too packed. I really don't like places like that, so I felt good about this.
He asked me if I'd want anything to drink, and I told him that it's fine. He ordered food instead.
While waiting, people whom he have worked with were saying hi to him and he introduced me. When my food arrived, the singers, said hi to him by the bar. They asked if I sang, I told them that I don't and asked me if I had any requests. I was feeling the vibe of the place, while I ate.
My ex, then spoke into my ear and said, "Pick any song, I'd sing it, and if I've sang it good, girlfriend na kita." at first, I laughed at the idea. It was manipulative, and unfair. But hey, let's see.
I wanted to have some fun, the sadist in me. I wanted to give him a hard time, so I've decided to have him sing a Sam Smith song. Good luck with THAT. I thought.
"Lay Me Down." I said to his ear. He laughed and said, "Dito? Agad agad?" and laughed louder, "Gago!!! THE SONG. Lay Me Down, by Sam Smith. If you can sing that, I'm yours." I confidently told him.
Sidebar: He never mentioned any singing in the weeks we talked. Not even hum a tune. He never mentioned anything about music, so I was expecting some 90s boyband-type singing-- more on moves, than actual singing.
He squeezed my hand, left the bar, and approached the stage. He was introduced by the singers, and he whispered something to one of them, and they gave him a thumbs up. In a few moments, the song started and he held that fucking mic like a pro. LIKE A PRO.
"Oh. Fuck. I'm screwed."
In the first few lines, he hit every fucking note. He sang it perfectly. While watching him, and as the crowd claps and hoots, my fucking pussy was getting damp. The clapping sounded like his pelvis clapping on my ass. In my head I was talking to myself, "You are gonna get fucked hard tonight by that guy."
The eye contact while he sang that song, made me so horny. Oh god.
When he finished the song, he then got off of the stage, the singers congratulated him for a job well done and asked for another round of applause. Some, shouted for an encore.
I got off the stool where I was sitting on, approached him. "So, pano ba yan? Girlfriend na kita." he said, and we laughed.
"We are sooo gonna fuck tonight." I told him while I hugged him. He gestured to his friends that we're gonna bounce (pun intended) while I pulled him out of the bar.
We got out, and it was raining hard, but I was so eager to have him, no amount of rain would stop my pussy getting even more wet. I grabbed him by the hand, protected my bag, and told him we'd make a run for it.
We ran, in the pouring rain, back to his car. Soaking wet, we laughed when we got inside. Then silence.
All wet, horny. What else would we do?
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