The year was 2011 when I was working for a well-known nursing review center touring the different islands of the Philippines like a rockstar. It was a sultry summer when I was assigned in Angeles, Pampanga to teach Psychiatric Nursing at a local university there. The reviewees there were composed of fine young women. Too gorgeous for my taste if you ask me since some of the students are half-Caucasians and half-Filipinas, and I’m partial to mestizas.

The day was a very tiring and scorching day. My clothes were already reeked with sweat since I usually teach nursing review by roaming around the venue and acting out the symptoms of a mental patient with much gusto. My students love me for that and I love entertaining my students that way. I am grateful that the review center had provided us lavishly with food, travel, and hotel accommodations.

I reached my hotel room with my weary body and aching back. It has been a very long and smoldering day and all I want is to eat and doze off. I turned on the AC then set my bag on the table and completely stripped off my clothes to take a shower which I really needed at that moment since my body stink. The heat outside was unbearable so I savored the cool water showering down my sweaty body.

After bathing and drying, I took my laptop out of my bag and settled in my bed naked. I really love being naked inside my hotel room. It’s one of the comforts that I get from being alone. My wife wouldn’t even let me sleep naked in our own room and being naked alone gives me that satisfaction I can’t get at home. I turned on the laptop and with the hotel’s free Wi-Fi, I started browsing the usual websites that nerds like me browse through. I’d probably watch some porn later and jerk off to which I normally do when I’m alone and stressed but I’d like to entertain myself with my personal interests. I started browsing Facebook once I was through checking out video game websites and whatnot. The usual pish posh were showing up on my newsfeed such as a current student posting about how miserable her love life is; an aunt throwing shades at some relative; a former teacher who unknowingly shared a hoax about the end of the world; yes, your typical Facebook lunacy to which I drank like cheap wine.

While indulging myself by scrolling through the trashy newsfeed on Facebook, a less conspicuous notification caught my attention. It was a message notification. I clicked it and to my surprise and delight, it was a message from my former female student whom I had previously had the hots for 2 years ago. Let’s call her Christine.

Christine is my typical kind of girl. She is tall for a Filipina. She is also fair-skinned which gave off a radiance that can send chills down my spine (I’m partial to women who’re fair-skinned). She has a long wavy hair that I’d very much love to sniff at like a bee attracted to a sweet-smelling flower. To top it all off, her high cheekbones capped off her ethereal beauty that would give the current Filipina female celebrities a run for their money. She had the brains too; I can attest to that as her former professor. She speaks English fluently and loves emo music. She no longer was my student at that time since she shifted courses. She was 21 during that year while I was 26.

Christine messaging me out of the blue really caught me off guard. We never had a conversation on Facebook before and Christine messaging me seems pretty serendipitous and I liked it. I gave off a devilish grin while I read her message.

“Are you currently in Angeles, Pampanga?” she asked.

“Yes. Why?” I answered.

“I’m here lol!”

“What!?” I asked incredulously.

Thinking back, I remembered that I posted a status that I was currently teaching at the local university in Angeles. She must have probably seen the status and decided to let me know that she was also in the same location. I excitedly clicked back to my profile and saw that the status I have posted early that morning was liked by no other than her. My heart was racing. I started imagining scenarios of us meeting somewhere in the city and her ending up in the same bed that I was in. My heart suddenly raced and somehow my insides were squirming like eels.

“Yeah! I’m really here. I’m here in Balibago staying with a friend. We’re going to have a Pump it Up competition at SM Clark tomorrow,” she stated.

“Really? I used to play that when I was still in college,” I replied.

“Wow. So you play too huh? Until when are you gonna be staying here in Angeles?” she asked.

“I’ll be leaving tomorrow afternoon after my lecture.”

“Oh ok. We can probably meet at SM Clark tonight.”

My mind went haywire when I heard her say those words but I came back to my senses and said, “Sure that would be great. Dinner’s on me.”

“Does 6:30 pm sound okay to you?”

“Yeah, it sounds good. What’s your number so I can call you once I’m there.”

We exchanged numbers and the meet up was all set. It’s already around 6 pm so I got up, put on a deodorant, and dressed. My insides were still squirming. My mind was laden with anxiety but of the good kind. The kind of nervousness that one usually gets whenever one hooks up with someone. I pocketed my wallet, handkerchief, and phone and went out of the hotel to hail a tricycle towards the mall.

I brought out my phone and texted her that I was already on my way. My hotel was quite near SM Clark and arrived there in no time. I went straight to the side entrance of the mall after I paid my fair for the ride. I waited outside for her arrival and told her through text that I already was at the mall’s side entrance. Beads of sweat started forming on my face. This is what I really hate about my body when it gets excited. I irritatingly wiped it off with my hanky and decided to stay inside the mall near the entrance to cool down my body with the air-conditioning. The usual chatter of people greeted me once I entered the mall. There were groups of students conversing loudly as they exit the mall, probably on their way home; middle-aged people entering deciding where to have dinner with their children; and a male expatriate asking his lady what movie to watch. I ogled at the young mestizas passing by but immediately took my eyes away from them to look less of a creep.

I heard a notification on my Nokia phone and flipped it to check who it was. It was Christine. She said that she just got off her tricycle and was on her way. I’m going to be seeing her in a minute. My heightened anticipation was causing the eels in my stomach to squirm almost violently. And there she was, she entered the mall wearing a Daisy Duke and a black shirt which was emblazoned with the name of my favorite band. The thing that really made me gasp in longing admiration would be her hair. Her long, layered, and shaggy hair bounced while she was walking towards me. Hair has been my fetish since I was a teen, and boy she looked divine at that moment. She saw me and we both smiled at each other.

She approached me and opened her arms and hugged me like she hasn’t seen me in 10 years. I returned back the embrace and smelled her hair which was fragrant from her choice of shampoo. I felt her boobs on my chest which sent almighty jolts to my groin.

We broke free and she said, “It’s nice to see you again sir.”

“Don’t call me sir, you’re no longer my student. You can call me Tom instead,” I said with ease. I practiced the same line over and over again in my head before I finally blurted it out. I really had the full intention of her calling me by my name.

“Are you sure? It feels odd calling you by your name.”

“Yeah I’m sure and it’s okay.”

“Okay Tom, if you say so. So where do you wanna eat?”

“Er… I dunno. Lady’s choice perhaps?”

“Ooohhhh…. There’s this one place I wanna try. Karate Kid, it’s at the opposite side of the mall.”

“Karate Kid? It’s gotta be Japanese I guess,” I surmised.

“Yeah, it is Japanese.”

“I wanna try it too then.”

We chatted on our way to the restaurant. She told me about the Manga she read recently and told me how cool the story was. She knew that I am an otaku and told me the premise of Sword Art Online enthusiastically. I in turn told her that it was like the Matrix of some sorts since I am also a huge fan of that sci-fi series.

We crossed the atrium and finally reached the restaurant. Karate Kid was more of a fast-food restaurant than an actual Japanese restaurant and I expected less with what I was going to eat. I’m quite picky with what I eat you see and my tongue really longed for the taste of authentic cuisines. The queue at the cashier wasn’t that quite long. I still listened to Christine’s rave about Sword Art Online.

We paid and found some seats and waited for our food to be served. I asked her about her current academic status and she told me that she was already taking tourism. She confessed that nursing wasn’t really for her and decided to shift courses. Our food arrived and began having our dinner while discussing about the anime that we have watched. I was right, the food indeed was inauthentic. Hopefully the cheap salty flavor of the karaage I was eating at that time would be rewarded by something good later on that night. The thing I love about Christine while we were conversing was that she never took her eyes off of me. It felt bizarre and good at the same time. I really do not consider myself attractive, but her eyes were all over my face. I’m starting to love the attention that this girl was giving me. A nice exchange for cheap and unpalatable food would be her great company, that was the only thing that mattered to me at that moment.

We finished dinner and strolled around the mall while we exchanged stories. We were on the second floor when we ventured to the entrance of the cinemas. I saw several good move franchises were being shown. I have watched Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides a week ago and quite enjoyed it despite its negative reviews. Other films being shown were Priest, We Need to Talk About Kevin, and Midnight in Paris.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” I asked nonchalantly.

“Sure if you want to,” she said.

“Which film do you wanna watch?”

“Since dinner was already my choice, why don’t you go ahead and pick this time,” she replied.

“I saw the trailer of Priest and it looks cool, I think. The next screening time is 15 minutes from now so this would be our best bet.”

“Will we watch it on 3D or 2D?”

“Er… I prefer 2D. I hate putting on the 3D glasses over my glasses and regretted watching Pirates of the Caribbean on 3D since it didn’t make that much of a difference on 2D.”

She agreed and we decided to buy tickets, drinks, and popcorn despite recently having dinner. We entered cinema 3 and chose seats at the highest part of the cinema. A few people were inside the cinema. The film I watched last week attracted a larger crowd because of its comedic reputation.

The film started and she leaned her head on my right shoulder. My right arm then cautiously wrapped around her and thankfully she did not brush it off or whatever. We stayed that way for several minutes. While watching the dreary movie I again caught her staring at my face.

“What’s the matter Christine?” I asked her in exhilaration.

“You Tom,” she said. “I want you.”

She then proceeded to press her lips against me and I started kissing her back. This was it, there was no backing out from this. My fantasy as a professor has finally come true. Our kisses were so passionate that we acted like teenagers who were making out for the first time. We no longer minded the movie and made out with our lips and tongues. She was a good kisser. Her lips were sweet like candy.

“Can I stay with you tonight Tom? Please… You don’t know how long I have been wanting this.”

“I have been wanting this too since the moment you step foot into my anatomy class.”

We resumed making out but this time we were doing more than kissing each other. I planted sucking kisses on her neck and shoulders and she did the same to me. I nervously fumbled for her breasts as well and can’t wait for my mouth to be on them soon.

“Let’s get out of here,” I told her.

“That’s better,” she said while running out of breath from our kisses.

We rushed out of the cinema and out of the mall as well and found the nearest available tricycle that would take us to the hotel. We still were making out inside the tricycle as though we were about to run out of kisses. The tricycle arrived at the hotel and I paid for our fare and excitingly proceeded to my room without a care of the tricycle driver’s suspicious grin.

We reached my room and I nervously took out the keycard from my wallet to open the room. We entered then turned on the AC, put on some good old R&B music from the early 2000s, then went back to Christine to resume kissing. My kisses went to her ears with my nose buried in her voluminous hair. Her scent further kindled the fire in me that I started ravishing her body like a fell beast.

While Ashanti and Ja Rule’s “Always on Time” was playing in the background, I slowly undressed her shirt and saw her wearing a purple bra. Her body was so divine. She would stand out as a Bb. Pilipinas contestant if ever she joins the pageant. My kisses went down to her neck and shoulders. Her skin radiated in the dim lights of my hotel room. Her hands held my head while my kisses went down from her shoulders to her breasts. My right hand found its way to her back and was unhooking her bra which revealed her large, supple, and pink breasts. My left hand cupped her right breast while my mouth took in the other one. I kissed then sucked her nipple to which she let out an erotic hiss. I then took turns sucking from one nipple to another while she held my head.

I laid her down on the bed and my kisses started going down to her tummy. I put out my tongue and used it to trace a circle around her belly button. Her delightful hisses filled my ears and continued to go down on her and found myself unbuckling the button of her Daisy Duke. I slid it off her legs allowing me to see her black panties that already was soaked in the middle with her juices. I in turn removed my shirt then tantalizingly sniffed her moist pussy. I kissed her mound which was still covered by her panties and felt her body shiver in delight.

I longed for her pussy ever since the day I first saw her and could not believe my luck of having her with me. This was really it, the moment where the curtain of fantasy is being drawn into my reality. I removed her already-soaked panties and saw her moist pussy. Her pussy never disappointed me. She had large pinkish labia and she was shaved as well. Her love juices were already seeping out of her cunt. She was waiting in anticipation for my move as her breaths became deeper and louder. I then proceeded to devour her mound.

She moaned loudly in pleasure as my tongue entered her wet cunt. She tasted sour but sweet, as expected. She was my sour candy. My tongue stretched out as I deeply explored her cunt. She then held my head and shoved it further onto her groin. I wiggled my tongue in her while my nose was somehow stimulating her swollen clit. Her clit looked lovely too, cut and pink, too good for my own tastes. I withdrew my tongue from her pussy and started stimulating her clit with it.

“Ooohhh Tom…. That feels good…. Ooohhhh… Hisssssssssss….”

While my tongue was doing the tornado on her clit, my 2 fingers found their way into her dripping pussy. The wetness of her pussy was already mixed with my saliva and her juices and were now dripping from her vulva to her ass. She started moaning loudly while my finger was doing the “come hither” signal in side her cunt with my tongue still twirling around her clit. I was looking at her whole nakedness from down there and saw that she was arching her back in pleasure while her hands grasped both of her breasts. I picked up my pace and fingered her pussy faster. My 2 fingers were already creamed by her cunt and I took them out to taste her sweet juices. I reinserted them and rapidly fingered her while my tongue was again pressed on her clit.

“Ahhhh…. Tom…. Don’t stop… Please, don’t stop… I’m coming… Tom…….”

She controlled my head with her hands onto her groin while her body shuddered in rapture. I continued to gently finger her with my tongue still on her clit but she told me to stop. She pulled me close to her head again and we passionately kissed. Her love juices were being exchanged in our sultry mouths and she didn’t give a damn since some girls don’t want to be kissed after being eaten down there.

“That was good Tom. I’ve imagined you doing that to me for a long time now,” she confessed.

“I see. I’m flattered to hear that,” I said. “I fantasized about you too you know. But for tonight, please call me ‘sir.’ I want you to call me ‘sir’.”

“Yes sir.”

I kissed her again. Her hands were now undoing my pants. She hooked her thumbs on both the waist band of my pants and my boxers and slid them off my legs. I kicked of my shoes too and removed my socks to be completely naked. I was never proud of my god-forsaken body. I had a dad bod back then. My beer belly somehow shrunk due to the current nature of my work at that time and dieting as well but I still wasn’t proud of it. My cock however was already swollen. Good thing that I constantly groom my cock every now and then as per my wife’s request.

Christine pushed me on the bed and got on top of me. She started licking my thighs and that alone gave me one of the greatest ASMRs I’ve experienced in my life. Her right hand was now on my cock while she began licking my balls. Up and down her hand went on my cock while she concentrated on my balls. She then spat on my glans and took it into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down my cock. She even tried to deep throat it but ended up gagging instead. I brushed off her long hair which was tickling my thighs and held them for her while she was giving me a pleasant blowjob.

She stopped sucking my veiny cock and said, “I want to feel this in me sir.”

“You better sit on it then.”

She moved upwards so that her waist is almost on top of me. She held my cock and impaled herself with it and began gyrating on top of me like a crazed animal. Her pussy was so tight. I can feel its sucking movements on my dick and it was giving me great pleasure. Even more so that I’m already fucking the student of my dreams.

“I feel so full sir. Ahhhh… I love how your dick feels inside of me… Sirrr…. Ahhhh…..”

She bounced on top of me while I hear the sloshing sounds that my cock and her pussy were making. “You’re so wet Christine… You’re fucking mine tonight.”

“Yes sir. Make me yours… I will be your naughty student tonight sir.”

I sit up and kissed her again fervently. Our tongues were wrestling inside our mouths while she continued to fuck me in the lotus position. I held her around my arms while and sniffed her hair once again. This further fueled my desire as I rapidly thrusted my cock in and out of her while she screamed in ardent delight.

I moved her into the missionary position. My cock never left her pussy and I started pounding her again while I sucked her boobs. She was moaning so loud that guests from the neighboring rooms would hear us. I, however, didn’t stop her from doing so.

“Sir… Ahhhhh…. Fuck me…. fuck me hard… fuck me faster…. Please sir.”

I obliged but placed her legs on my shoulder then proceeded to fuck her as fast as I could like a wild rabbit in heat. She again screamed, “Sirrrrrrr ahhhhhhhh fuck!” I pounded her wet pussy and she then began gasping for air.

“Do you like that Christine? Do you love how your sir fucks you?”

“Yes sir. Please don’t stop. I beg you not to stop.”

She held her legs to allow me to thrust further deep into her pussy. I pounded her until I felt her body seize again from pleasure. I love the look of her face when she comes. The way she bites her lower lip whenever she experiences her orgasms looked cute and I love her doing that when she comes.

We tried out several positions like the doggy style, spoons, reverse cowgirl, etc. Whenever I was close to having an orgasm, I made sure that I stopped and ate her pussy instead. I was again on top of her when I already decided to cum.

“Christine…. I’m cumming…. I’m cumming Christine…”

“Yeah cum for me sir… I want that hot cum on my body.”

I continued to fuck her until I reached the point of no return. I withdrew my cock and released my hot seed on her abdomen. She even jerked it off for me. She dipped her finger into my cum and tasted it and said, “You’re not bad sir. You taste good.”

I laid down and rested while she wiped off the cum and cuddled beside me. Her mouth was near my right ear then she said, “I love you sir.” I froze. I really didn’t know what to say. I only have lust for her but not love.

“Thanks,” I finally said with a stupefied face.

I guess she didn’t mind and gave me a peck on my neck. We both drifted off to sleep. After quite some time, I woke up with her giving me head. “Sorry if I woke you,” she said, “I couldn’t resist your hard cock sir.”

We had several fucks that night which lasted till morning. I was like a zombie the next day for work but I managed to pull off a fun lecture on Psychiatry. We managed to meet several times again in our hometown of Dagupan of course with my wife’s blessing. She calls me Tom outside, but calls me "Sir" underneath the bedsheets.

However, there was a time that my wife suffered from depression in 2013, the extramarital activities were put on hold. I focused more on my wife and less of Christine. Christine however went apes about it that I decided to cut off the relationship that we had. She was my former friends with benefits. We hang out together over milk tea, Pump it Up, and some anime. But I decided to end it for my wife’s sake. She took it hard. She even was stalking me at work and I even saw her even waiting for me in front of our house. I already made it clear to her that our relationship had no attachments of some sorts that what we had was wonderful albeit impermissible. She was willing to be in a polyamorous relationship with me, but I vetoed it. She was already bordering on becoming an obsessed lover and I cannot reciprocate what she wants.

Over the course of the next few weeks in 2013, her stalking became less and less until she finally drifted out of my life. I still see her on social media from time to time. I even sometimes jerk off to the sultry moments that we had before. Often times I feel the temptation of messaging her again for a hookup but I tend to jerk it off until I experience that post nut clarity.

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She is married now and has a daughter. I’m happy for her, I truly am. She has finally found love with someone who loves her back. I sometimes feel guilty in letting her indulge into the steamy relationship that we had. But cutting it off in order to save my wife from depression would be best. I’m sorry Christine if I ever I hurt you in any way. You have been however the best “paramour” that I’ve had in life and I thank you for that.