"Hey Mags, sorry for being a bit of an awkward potato. Honestly, it's easy to like you. You're just so effortlessly cool. From the first time I saw you at the cafeteria, I knew I was into you. I'm usually a quiet guy, not much of a talker. I've been feeling kinda insecure because of the crap Cons put me through. My self-esteem took a nosedive. So, hearing someone praise me really means a lot.
Those short bonding moments we had, like this morning, at the guidance office, the clinic, and the plaza... made me feel like I'm someone important," I added.
"Stop that. Don't be so hard on yourself," Mags said as she scooted closer, her body pressing against my back. She then gave me a quick, sneaky kiss on the cheek.
"Chris, I'll admit... I've had a crush on you since the first grading period. You might not see it, but you're great at expressing yourself. You have this amazing vocabulary that makes you explain everything so well. You should've been our president, but you were absent during the election."
"Oh, that... I was out working in the cornfields."
"See, you're resourceful too..."
"Of course, I'm not rich. People judge me just because I'm from Manila, like I'm supposed to be wealthy. Just because I dress a bit differently, they think I'm showing off. I didn't mean to! My clothes are all hand-me-downs from my cousin."
"Exactly... but don't put yourself down. Sometimes, believe that people like you for who you are, no one else. Even Remalyn and Geraldine are impressed with you. You're good at approaching people. You don't need to act goofy like our immature classmates. You're serious, and that makes your personality intriguing..."
"There's nothing special about me, I'm just me..."
"That's what I'm saying. You're just you. Even that kiss... Wow, it didn't feel like a first-time kiss."
"I just felt like kissing you. It's like there's a magnet between us that makes my teeth tingle," I said, licking my lips.
"One more time, Chris, I miss it."
"Are you sure? This could go somewhere... You don't know me that well yet."
"So what? Just do it."
"Okay, but I'm not holding back."
I cupped her left cheek and leaned in for a quick smack on her lips.
"Awoouhh—tsup," I pulled back immediately, wanting to see her reaction. She kept her eyes closed for a long time.
"Wow... That was amazing. It tickled my brain. Do it again, but longer."
"Alright... Just open your mouth a bit. And if you want our tongues to touch, just go with it... Do I have bad breath?"
"It's fine... Tastes like coffee."
"Okay, ready. Game on," Mags gathered her hair, tucking it behind her ears. No matter how she fixed her hair, her smooth brown skin, slightly snubbed but with a bridge nose, and innocent yet fiery eyes remained stunning. Mags was truly beautiful.
We practiced kissing several times. It turned into a full-on make-out session, and she took the lead, guiding me along.
"Chris, you're so simple yet it feels like you have loads of experience."
"Maybe I'm just an old soul. Look at me, I dress like a grandpa," I joked.
"It's not just the way you dress... You seem like an expert in... you know, s*x. You even drew my... thing so quickly."
"That was nothing, I just saw it in a book. I kinda memorized it."
"But have you seen one in real life, like, for real?"
"Y-Yeah... Yours, in the bathroom," I admitted nervously.
"Ha ha! Besides that! Have you seen another one before mine?" Mags giggled, teasing me.
"Alright, fine... I'll admit, when I was in grade 4, an older girl made me... you know, finger her. It was so slippery inside, like sticking your finger in a frog's mouth. During our frog dissection in science, I tried putting my finger in the frog's mouth. It felt the same."
"Oh, sh*t! That's wild... Did you learn how to kiss from her too?"
"No, we didn't kiss. I just kinda knew. See, you too, no one taught you, but you seem to know."
"I just copied you... It felt good, and your lips are so soft..."
"Yours are even softer. Girls' parts are just softer..."
"Feel my palm," I squeezed her hand.
"Feel my cheek," I stroked her cheek with my thumb.
"And these lips," I pressed my index finger against her lower lip, making her bite it.
"Go ahead, Chris, touch me wherever you want."
"H-Huh?" I stammered.
"Come on, Chris, anywhere. I won't get mad. I just want to experience how a guy touches."
"What if I touch you wrong?"
"Stop pretending! Just do it! You know what I mean!!"
Girls really puzzled me. When they got straightforward, it was nerve-wracking. Or maybe I was just lucky to discover their hidden secrets. It felt like a game, Mags inviting me to touch her, but I knew that our first time would deeply influence our future sexual experiences. It was here that I began to understand that whatever a guy likes in sex, girls do too. They feel it more intensely, and enjoy it more. I had fun with Jennifer before, but things got more intense with Magnolia.
I was all over her, man. Legs, thighs, arms, neck. I was like a wild animal, no way out, just following my instincts until my right hand found its way to her left boob.
I grabbed Mags' breast. Gotta admit, Jennifer's are still bigger. Mags' eyes started to get all droopy, like I woke up her inner freak.
"Y-Yeah, keep going, touch me more."
Hearing that, I threw all caution to the wind and was ready to show Magnolia what I got.
"Alright. I'll do whatever I want?"
"Yeah, go ahead..." Mags said.
"How about we get it on?" I asked her.
"S-Sure, whatever you say. I don't know what I'm doing..."
"Alright then..."