The redoubt

Why is it good?

She not right for you.

Well, I suspect she agrees with you. But why do you think she is not right.

She want to replace your wife. She want to be the wife. She is very religious. She not tell you, but never drink wine before. She embarrassed to say ‘no’ to you, but she not want it. Your music, she say that must be devil music. She say, that music not normal. ... She happy you not touch me, but she tell me we both bad for me living here. She tell me to go back to my mother.

I see.

She say you must be very lonely and needing a woman, now that your wife has left. Are you lonely, Sir?

I am not lonely, but I miss being with a woman in one way.

The sex, Sir?

Yes.

It OK, Sir. I willing.

No. It is not OK. You are sixteen.

If I older, it be OK?

Yes.

Why?

Why what?

Why it OK if I older but not now?

If you were older, you would know the answer and not have to ask.

You are difficult! Why you so difficult? And she walks off towards her bedroom.

What a fucking mess.

I have a wife who does not want me. A woman who doesn’t know me from Adam, but would probably bed me, evil music and wine included, if she could be the only one and have all I have and this house. And a sixteen-year-old girl/maid, who wants me without condition and accepts all I am, but is just too fucking young!

And me? Hell, I am sleeping alone again tonight. Fuck that!

I grab the car keys and drive down to the resto-bar. I ain’t really hungry but I order some fries, a beer, and a brandy. Yeh, I could have had some brandy at home, but that would just make me more depressed tonight, more alone in the house with that damned sixteen-year-old who wants me to fuck her.

The music is too loud, the beer too warm and the fries have yet to arrive.

I must look like I could use company because a girl sits down by me.

In places like this there are bar girls. Some are prostitutes. Some just hoping to get lucky with a guy who has some coins. Some just trying it out for the first time. It’s a mix. You never know. I guess if you are down in Angeles City, they are all pro’s. But here, in tiny Naval, there are almost no foreigners and the pro’s aren’t the vultures you might find in a place like Angeles City. They just need money for rice tomorrow. That doesn’t mean they won’t lie to you. They sure will.

I look over at her. She’s small, maybe four nine, or ten inches. She ain’t a ten on the beauty scale, but she is a bunch better than a five. Call it an eight. I’m not drunk, so take it for what it is. Her hair is straight and black. I assume the eyes are black but in this light, who the fuck can tell. She’s wearing a T-shirt, leggings and flip-flops. She’s OK. Maybe a little heavy on the make-up.

What’s your name?

Jezryl.

Huh? Spell it.

She does. Names here are slippery. I have no idea if anyone in the world will know her as Jezryl tomorrow. It’s a weird name, but there are many weird names here.

How old are you?

Eighteen. OK?

OK.

You like me?

I guess.

What your name?

Roland. You can call me Rolie.

You want to go now?

That fast? You don’t want a drink or something to eat?

You buy me something to eat?

Sure. What do you want?

She calls over to a member of the wait staff, Kuya, BBQ baboy!¹

The guy smiles, raises his eyebrows twice, and disappears into the kitchen.

My fries arrive and she is eating those while waiting for her BBQ. I ask for a second order of fries. It arrives at about the same time as her BBQ comes. We share those fries as well. The kid is clearly hungry. I ask her what she wants to drink. She orders a Sprite.

Once all that is finished, I ask if she would like to order something else, but she says she is busug²! We go now, Rolie.

Where do you want to go?

With you?

For how long?

How long you want?

If I say an hour?

OK. Hour.

If I say four hours?

You want four hours? OK.

If I say until morning?

You give me breakfast?

Sure.

OK!

All week?

Really? OK with me. Whatever you want. It OK.

OK let’s go.

As we walk out she is pulling me to the tricycles. I pull her back and almost have to tug her toward my car.

Yours?

Yes.

Nice! OK. Where we go?

Home.

No!

What do you mean ‘no’?

Your wife!

There is no wife at home.

Tinuod³?

Yes, really.

Where she?

USA.

Oh! Filipina?

Yes, dual⁴.

Oh!

We drive in silence and ten minutes later I get out, open the gate and drive under the car port. Jecim is probably asleep. The house is locked up. I unlock and let us in, relocking and escorting Jezryl to my bedroom.

I haven’t been with an eighteen-year-old since I was a freshman in college. Tonight I will enjoy the delights, though a condom will most assuredly be required. I have no idea who else has plumbed these depths.

I sit up on the bed and ask her to strip for me.

She’s not totally clueless as she gets my meaning and gives me a show, starting with her T-Shirt. She flashes her bra and then hides it again, turning her back to me as the shirt is removed and tossed to the side of the room. Her back is still to me as she slides the leggings over and off her ass and down her legs. She steps out of them one leg at a time. Her back still to me as she flips the leggings on to my lap. She is looking at me over a shoulder as she undoes the clasp of her bra and flips it to me.

She bends over a bit sticking her ass out and wiggling it towards me before sliding her panties down; down her legs, over her ankles, and stepping out of them entirely.

Now completely naked, she turns around and looks at me, with one hand on her hip, a smile on her face, and a little laugh in her voice. OK?

Yeh, OK. Come here.

Her breast are nice sized. Maybe B’s? Certainly larger than my wife’s. She has more in the hips too. The face may be an 8 but the body is a definite 9.

She climbs onto the bed and begins to remove my clothing. I am not in any way trying to slow her progress. She is a good liar. She has to be. She tells me I am handsome.

I am not trying to romance her. I don’t need to impress her. I don’t care if she ever returns. I want to fuck. I need to be inside her.

I grab a condom I purchased a couple of days ago in the hope that I might need it some day and roll the thing on as Jezryl watches.

I am hard, but the brandy I have been drinking tonight has taken the edge off. I suspect I will stay hard for a while. Here’s hoping the old equipment is ready for a run around the track.

I have the girl on her back and push in. She’s tight but no virgin. She tips her pelvis up towards me to get the best penetration. I sink all the way in. My reward from the girl is a sigh. I run into her repeatedly, she arching her body to get the most out of the fucking.

She is a cute kid and fun to be with. She is having a good time and that makes what I am doing less creepy I guess.

I turn her over and take her cunt from the back. I play with her tits. I play with her clit and send her into what I guess must be an orgasm.

I am nowhere near cumming as I ram her hard over and over. Her cunt is hot and wet now. It is almost soupy. I hear slapping noises from her cunt as I pound her.

Her clit is awash with fluids as I attack it again. Again she cums. This one is more massive. She is crying out O, O. I have no idea if she is saying yes, yes, or just exclaiming that sound.

It feels so good to be inside her. It feels so good to have a female want me inside her. And that finally hits my brain in just the right way. My cum spills into the condom. I am done.

I roll off and onto my back. She snuggles with me, her head on my left breast. Her fingers drawing circles through the hair on my chest. Her right leg draped over my right leg.

That nice, Rolie. You happy?

Yes. Very happy. It was very nice.

She moves her hand down to my pride and strokes the limp thing.

You think I make that hard again?

I doubt it.

She slides down and after removing the condom and tossing it to the floor, she takes all of soft me in her mouth and sucks for all she’s worth. For a while there is not a thing happening. But she is nothing if not persistent.

There is a twinge now and a slight tumescence but it is not substantial. My mind wanders to Jecim. I wonder what she would be like in bed. How tight a cunt she might have. And the flag is now at half-staff.

I wonder what it would be like with both of them in bed. The flag is flying now. I grab another condom from the nightstand, roll it on and Jezryl over onto her back.

There is no way I will come again and I am slowing down, but I feel her cum once, twice… and I am pretty much done in. I roll back off her and hold her tight to me.

I stay here? We sleep now?

Yes you stay the night and we sleep now.

Good. And as God is my witness, she falls asleep then and there.

The morning sun always wakes me up, except for this morning. This morning it is screaming from downstairs that is awakening me. Jezryl is not in bed, and the screaming I hear is from Jecim.

I get out of bed as fast as my sixty-seven-year-old body will allow, slide into yesterday’s slacks without briefs and leave the bedroom.

When I get downstairs I am treated to a sight of two girls with their backs arched, fists in the air, and that air filled with screaming from both of them.

Stop it! is the best I can offer at the moment.

Jecim is wild eyed as she turns to me with anger and screams, How old you think she is?

Eighteen. Why?

She not! She lie!

She was in a bar. She had to be eighteen.

You are a fool! You see her drink alcohol?

No.

Jecim is still screaming. What she drink?

Sprite.

Why you think that? You stupid?

I turn to Jezryl, How old are you?

But Jecim screams again, I tell you! She sixteen. Same as me. You won’t fuck me but you fuck this whore!

How do you know her age?

We in school together since kinder 1! I know her all my life.

I see. Jezryl, are you going to deny what Jecim says.

No.

Jecim, tell me, do you want me to treat you like a whore? That is what I did with Jezryl last night. There was no romance. No loving. No tenderness. Just come here, take clothes off and fuck with a condom. And I use a condom because I have no idea if she has any diseases. Is that really what you want from me?

She turns to Jezryl and rather than scream, she is almost crying as she asks, Is what he say true?

I fuck him for the food last night, for breakfast this morning and any money he will give me. It happen like he say. I will fuck him now if he want. No problem. I fuck him whenever he want. You not let him fuck you? Why that? Why he need me? What wrong with you?

I want him to love me. But he say I am too young. He not touch me. I will allow it, but he not do it. I love him. … She looks at me, at her old school mate, at the floor, and asks the girl, You hungry?

Yes.

Come to the kitchen. I will make something for you. I get the breakfast he promise you.

I start following them to the kitchen, but Jecim turns towards me and informs me, You wait. I feed the girl now. Then I will make your breakfast and coffee, before turning on her heels and giving me the sight of her back as she walks off.

I don’t think I deserve that, but I understand her feelings.

I guess I might as well go back upstairs, shower and dress properly.

There are times when the world as I know it crumbles in front of my eyes. I had a huge problem fucking a sixteen-year-old. But that is what I did. Would I fuck the girl again? Now that I have already done it? Yes.

So, why am I still hung up on not fucking Jecim? I am confusing myself.

I didn’t feel much for Jezryl last night. Last night she was just an eighteen-year-old whore I didn’t know. Now she is a sixteen-year-old schoolmate of Jecim. She has a history and connections to my world through her schoolmate. And I still want to fuck her.

And I want to fuck Jecim. She says she loves me. That is silly. And maybe that is what I am afraid of. What she thinks is love, isn’t. What happens when she figures that out? It’s OK to fuck someone who doesn’t love you, but fucking someone who thinks she does is a very different thing.

I don’t think I trust love any more. How many times did Charline say she loved me? None of it was true. Not one time. Yet she kept the lies up for years.

A half hour or so later I am back downstairs. A breakfast for me is on the table, my coffee has been brewed and both girls are sitting at the table in quiet conversation.

I am in the middle of my meal and have just put my coffee cup down when Jecim asks me, How much you going to pay her?

I don’t think that is any of your business. Besides, who said I am done with her?

I make it my business. You want to fuck her again. Do it! Take her back upstairs!

Do I need to call your mother and uncle and tell them that you are not working out for me?

OK, it not my business. But I want to change how you pay her. I want to change what is happening. If you tell me to leave, I will go. You don’t have to call anyone.

Explain. What do you want to happen?

Let her stay here a week. No sex. We feed her. She sleeps here. She does not have to work, like she working. She helps me with the house. That is all. For a week, she is safe. At the end of the week, she goes.

Jezryl, is this what you want?

No!

Jecim? Why did you think this was a good idea?

Ask her what she wants, stupid!

You know, I am not happy with you calling me stupid, right?

Ask her and see if what I say it wrong.

Jezryl, what do you want?

You.

Excuse me? Explain better.

I want to live here like Jecim, but be in your bed. I will clean and cook and do what Jecim do. I will make it easier for her. I will teach her how to make you very happy, like I make you happy last night.

I see. You want to share me with Jecim, if you can stay?

Yes!

I turn to Jecim, OK call me Stupid again. I deserve it. Why don’t you want that?

I do, but I know you will say, no. Do I get to call you Rolie, too?

Ouch. Man alive you are really pissed off.

What you think? Yes I am mad! You do what I say about payment?

I will think about it, and about what she has asked for as well. If I do what she asks for, that makes you just like her. Is that what you really want? She wants this because it is safe. If you are in my bed, it isn’t for love. It’s for safety. You know it and more importantly, I know it. But I have an assignment for you. Take her to the medical clinic and ask them to test her for all STD’s. Ask them how long it will take to get all the results. Unless she runs away before the tests come back, she stays here, untouched for that time. OK?

Yes! You want me tested too? She is crying. I have hurt her feelings, but right now I don’t care. I don’t like this talk of love.

Are you a virgin?

Yes.

Then, No.

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Chapter 5