Things that say, I love you
Vieve and Jezryl are close to crying, as I get the jazz playing. Dinah Washington is singing, If I Had You. She is a favorite of mine. But this is not a time to get lost in the music.
Regardless of what I think, these gals see things through a different filter. Maybe for them, it is too painful to think that this is just a deal with the devil. Or maybe they have been acculturated to understand that this must be actual love. There is no way I am going to change their thinking. They see it as love. It is time to offer a detente on the matter and move forward if possible.
OK, OK, so maybe I’m an old fool. But you are here, you are not going anywhere and you are mine. So knock it off.
They do and start moving me around like furniture as they resume activities. My clothing is removed before they remove theirs but, in short order, we are all naked as the day we came into this world.
That done, they pull me on to the bed and pin me down, legs across my arms, legs across my legs. I guess I could force my way up if I was so determined, but for now I am held in place.
There is little going on. They are playing with my dick and balls, but it doesn’t seem like they are trying to get me off. It’s just light fondling. A cunt hovers over my nose, but does not make contact. I can see a glistening on the cunt lips, but nothing is dripping on me.
What are you girls doing?
Relax Rolie, just relax. Vieve and me are deciding what we want to do. Just relax and enjoy. This may take a long time, a very long time.
OK, so I told them, stop being whores. For whores, time is money. You get the guy off. At least that is the way it is most of the time. Granted there are times when the whore is bought for the night and then, sure, they have to make the good times last a bit. Is that what they are doing now?
They are just playing with me, but they are no longer whores. I told them to not play it as if they were. Have they acceded to my instructions? Nothing is clear to me. For now, they are just playing with me enough to keep me hard.
I guess the question becomes, how long will they drag it out? What is their objective? I suspect this is may be an all-nighter but I hope not. I really don’t want to live with hookers or girls who are reliving their hooker life. I don’t want to become the pimp with the heart of gold who just doesn’t make them work anymore.
Did I become that, in part, because of my protectionist actions earlier tonight?
My mind is wandering and I am getting limp. The response from up above seems to be amusement.
Why you soft? Clearly this is not what Vieve expects.
Now it is time for me to laugh. Hey, it feels good and I am relaxed… and it’s not as sexy as it just lets me drift.
Vieve has her answer. No more drifting for you!
A cunt comes down on my nose and mouth. My legs are partially released until a body lies across them and I find a mouth making an assault on my dick. My dick responds, rapidly rising to the occasion.
Drifting is hard to do with a cunt on your nose, making breathing your main concern. My hands are pinned so I send the message by nipping at a clit a little harder than is probably comfortable.
In response I get an Oi! And the cunt lifts up a bit.
What do you expect when I can hardly breathe, Vieve?
Oh! Sorry, sorry.
Come kiss me instead.
My arms are released and in consequence I get the girl in my arms, her lips on mine, one of her hands on my shoulder, and the other in my hair.
Mmmm, much better. She smiles back in return.
See? This love. You want to kiss me. This love.
Should I remind her that Jezryl is doing magical things at this very moment to my dick?
We kiss again. Vieve is convinced she has made the argument for this being love as clearly as can be made. Now her lips are trying their best to cement that understanding in place.
I decide to not disabuse her of the notion. The kiss is too nice, her arms too enjoyable. But most of all, I want nothing to interfere with the incredible action I am getting from Jezryl. She has got me all sorts of worked up.
How do you explain a really good act in giving head from any other? There are many gals who are simply incompetent in this regard, but that leaves a fair number who are pretty good at it. Some are really good at it. But there are some whose mouths and throats along with their talents are the Stradivari of the act.
I could tell you about the suction. Clearly it is good. I could tell you about how she uses her throat when I am deep down her, to squeeze me. I could tell you about how when she pulls back and uses her tongue and hot breath to send waves of pleasure through me. I could tell you how she uses her hands to hit some incredible places that have an effect on the prostate to make things far more intense. Sure, I can tell you all that, but I will never be able to convey in words what Jezryl does to me.
There are things that words cannot do, and one of them is to explain what my sweet, pretty, young, slight of build girl is doing to me right now, other than to say that Vieve’s lips are getting the reward for my deepest emotions that are piping through my being because of Jezryl’s activities.
Vieve thinks it’s love. I think it’s Jezryl.
I pull Vieve tight into me, kissing her with real passion that has no regulator, no limit switch. It floods out of me and to Vieve, before I end it by flooding Jezryl’s throat as my body shudders, my back arches, and sound that cannot be described bellows from deep in my chest.
I am most assuredly done. Jezryl slides up next to me. I now have a girl on each arm. Not bad, not bad at all.
I don’t really want to turn off the music as Nicole Henry is singing, A Day in the Life of a Fool. And so, I wait for it to end. Slowly we settle in for the night with me in the middle and hands on me from both sides.
Morning is a lazy thing. The girls are still here and I think they have been waiting for me to awaken. Jezryl has a big smile showing me white teeth.
Good morning. You want to pee and we have more fun?
Jeez, peeing is probably the least of it. Do you really want more sex, or are you just trying to please me?
Both?
Uh-huh. You girls think that love is shown in one of two ways. Protecting someone and sex. You want to make sure I know you love me. But what you are trying to show me, can be shown with hugs, kisses, small things, and simple courtesy. Yes with sex and protection too. All these things count. You should know that I firmly believe that you really want me to know you love me. You don’t have to convince me. I already know it.
Go pee! says Jezryl who either got the message and doesn’t care, or who didn’t get it a bit. I have no way to know. In either case, I guess I don’t care. I want to shit, shower, shave, have a small breakfast and get out on the terrace with my wood.
There are times I just need to find tranquility and, for me, it requires wood in my hand and a good carving knife in the daylight, and brandy and jazz at night.
With those things and these women to assuage my needs and loneliness, there is nothing else I desire. I do not desire love. I know the girls swim in a world that seems to require the thing, but I don’t. In fact the concept scares me.
And two great examples of why it really isn’t love come with the names Alida and Charline. My girls will call them outliers. But are they? Or are they simply more naked in their actions?
Charline wasn’t so naked in her ambitions before. She hid it remarkably well for years. I fell for the act completely. Alida is the only one remarkably transparent in her actions.
Charline has been on my mind. There is continuing talk that she has messed up royally and wants to come back. I have tried to quietly send the message that she is not welcome.
In truth, I am not sure what I can do if she walks in. We are still married. I want to file for a legal separation. But unless I can prove sexual infidelity on her part, I have no grounds yet. If she had been gone for a year, I could have filed for abandonment. It has been far less than a year.
There are ten grounds for a legal separation. I could list them here, but what’s the point. Even if I can prove the sexual infidelity she can counter sue that so have I, and that is, in fact, a defense against legal separation! Yep, go figure. Under Title II of the Family Code of the Philippines in Article 56 it says that a petition for legal separation shall be denied “Where both parties have given ground for legal separation[.]” In other words, all she has to do is in legal language say, ‘You did too!’
The Philippines is against dissolving marriages. That’s pretty clear. If she returns, she can force these gals out as well. She owns the house and the land it sits upon.
Jomar tells me not to worry about it. But I do worry. I am worrying even more this morning following the protestations of love I have received these last few hours.
Charline has not tried to contact me. Would she? I mean would she before she shows up at the door, her door? Or would she walk in as if she had just come back from a long innocent stroll? ‘Hi Honey, I’m home!’
Her family has been told to keep her away for her own good. I gather Jomar did that. But will that deter her? At this point I actually hope she finds someone over in the States and settles down there. Or to say it more bluntly, I hope she succeeds in her plans, albeit with a new guy. It will be the best for both of us.
She’s a bitch so let someone else take the bitch. She can file for divorce while in the States. The divorce will be legal there but not recognized here. It will allow her to remarry over there and leave us permanently married in the Philippines. It’s not the best of all outcomes, but if she were to remarry there, it means that she would likely not be coming back at all. If she did return after remarrying, it would give me grounds to sue for separation from her as a bigamist.
With that, I might even be able to get a temporary restraining order against her.
Well, enough daydreaming and fantasizing. It is getting me nowhere. It’s just that it is a worry, I guess. And maybe it’s easier to think about that then to think about the more pressing matter of Alida. Granted, I have no idea what she will do, but whatever it is, I suspect, I will not like it.
My three ‘housekeepers’ are home, but two of them are leaving for the market in a couple of minutes. Vieve will remain behind. It is she who will provide lunch.
The wood has been waiting for my hands to end their idle time and return, blade in hand, to the grains that are desiring release from the block. Freeing them from the confinement they might never have hoped to escape, were it not for me and my sharp and trusty tool.
I am carving with considerable concentration as the two leave for the market. I continue to carve until Vieve, giggling a bit, says, I gather not for the first time, Rolie! Lunch!
I was able to get a fair bit done this morning. There were no more interruptions.
Lunch is nice and not simple. I am not sure how to classify it. It’s sort of a soup, sort of a noodle dish, sort of a chowder of pork, fish balls, shrimp and quail eggs. Some folks put chicken liver in it, some Chinese sausage, some Chinese cabbage, which you may know as bok-choy, or what it is called in the Philippines, pechay. The dish is called ‘lomi’ and it is delicious. There are, I suspect, hundreds of versions of this dish. You can even get a minimalist version at Chow King, a fast food chain. This version is Jecim’s mom’s recipe and I love it. She made it earlier before she left for the market.
I am sure I eat far too much of it, but that’s what happens when you get a dish like this. It’s hard to stop. I finally push my chair back and announce that I have been a fool to eat so much.
I guess I am sedentary. I don’t go out of the yard much. I just stay planted here, allowing the girls to run most errands. I no longer need to make my visits to the pharmacy. Myra brings my prescriptions home, so no traveling to Mercury Drug any more.
Jecim and Jezryl do all the shopping. So that trip is no longer needed.
I don’t socialize much. Never had many friends, ever. It just wasn’t what I did. Here I never felt the need. When we have the local festival, in the purok, I try to get out and say hello to my neighbors. But that is once a year.
And so, it is no secret that if you need to find me, come to my home.
Lunch is over and I am back out on the terrace when Jomar comes over for a visit. There doesn’t seem to be any reason other than he has some time on his hands. He enquires about Jecim as she is not here. A mention of the market is all that is needed. He laughs. That girl takes forever just to choose the best sitaw! Her eye is good. She not buy anything if it not meet her standards.
I acknowledge the truth in it and that leads to his next question.
This Jelou. It really OK with her?
Yes. She has worked out fine.
She in school now?
Yes.
It surprise me. Truly. I think she a bad one.
She was headed that way. It is true. But it seems we caught it in time.
I hope you right. Her mother no good.
So I have heard.
You hear the rumor about Charline?
I have heard the talk that things are not going well for her. Is there more?
Maybe not. We know before her boyfriend dump her. But this talk is new. Maybe something else happen.
It worries me too. But there is nothing I can do.
You should do nothing. Nothing. If something happen, it best if you not involved in it.
I am sure I do not want to know what you are talking about.
This true. Good! You do not! But I tell you… I talk to her father. I tell him, it best he not send any money to her. He not help her. It best for him and for her. He promise me, he not help the daughter.
From the gate we hear, Hi Uncle!
How my niece?
Very good, Uncle. We come back from the market now. Much vegetable and fish here. You stay for supper, maybe?
Who cooking?
Me! I cook. You will like it. I promise.
Yes, I sure. Little one, you not entitled to invite me! And I not going to ask Roland now. What he say but certainly you eat with us! No, I not impose myself.
Uncle! You wrong, this my house too now. If I want to invite my uncle, I have right to do this. I not have to ask permission from Roland. He not require this.
I see. And when you gain this right, child?
Jecim looks at me. I am not sure what she is looking for. She is right of course, but exactly when this right was conferred is as ambiguous to me as it may be to her. I am not sure.
Uncle, I know when but that not for discussion here. I have it. I want you to stay for supper.
You afraid of saying in front of your friend, maybe?
No! Jezryl have same right. Same do Myra, and Vieve, and Jelou too. We all have it. Roland, he fine with it.
Roland, my niece make this claim. This true?
She is correct in every detail. I have many rules, but they are free to invite friends. In Jecim and Myra’s case family members are welcome. For Jezryl there is no parent to invite. Vieve would never think of inviting her mother or her older sister. I suspect you may have things to do before supper but you are welcome at our table.
Another surprise. You follow the Filipino way. I like this about you. You correct of course, I do have things I must do, before supper. But if I free, I try and come… Jecim, I think your mother be happy if you visit her with Roland and stay for her supper some time.
OK Uncle. I do it. I hear mother talking, correct?
Yes, child you do.
That why you come, Uncle?
Child! How can you say such a thing?
Uncle, you bad at lying!
There is a huge smile on her face and then one on Jomar’s face. He gets up places a kiss on Jecim’s cheek, shakes my hand and leaves us.
I was so sure he had come to talk about Charline and all the time, he was just delivering a gentle scolding of Jecim from her mother.
I get a kiss from each girl as they regather their bags and enter the house, making a second trip back for some bags that made it here via the tricycle but were too many for just one trip from the gate.
And they are back out again offering me some bibingka and some buko juice, both gathered from their journey to the market. The bibingka is still warm from being cooked. It’s a nice treat. Jezryl is close by and I am about to make a comment to her, but she beats me to the punch.
Small things that say, I love you. And she smiles.
Just when you think they weren’t listening, they prove you wrong… again.
And to that, I tell Jecim how much I enjoyed her lomi. She beams with pride. It is well deserved.