The Ark

Copyright © 2020 by VeryWellAged

Birthday thoughts...6

Author's note: These chapters are NOT stand-alones...The story starts here.

Birthday thoughts...7

Both of the gals are gone, tying up loose ends and getting ready to go tomorrow.

I have been thinking about how these two gals see the next two potential additions completely differently. I suspect that both have a piece of it right.

In a way, Bim… damn I’m still struggling thinking of her as Bim … anyway, Bim was right about Cincer in many ways. She was definitely not a ‘grab on to the raft’ gal. She is analytical, careful, and not likely to make impetuous decisions. What Bim didn’t figure on is Cincer’s lightning fast ability to sort through all the variables and come to a reasoned decision. She sure as hell is far faster and smarter than I am!

But, each of us, I guess, has our biases which can alter how we see things. When it comes to Lorie, Cincer’s thinking may be right, but what if she isn’t physically close to her family when we meet and where we eventually will settle. Will she simply resist the separation, or will it free her?

I have decided to meet Lorie in Iloilo and not her home town. The two places are not incredibly close to each other. From what I can tell it’s about a ninety minute drive, so while that isn’t perfect for the gal, as it’ll be hard on Lorie to get there, maybe it’ll allow something to get sorted out without family interference.

I make two room reservations at the Marriott in Iloilo for tomorrow. I got lucky with the Heritage Hotel, but I know Marriott as a brand name and am sure it’ll be fine. I book a flight for tomorrow for the three of us.

All that done, I message Lorie via the website, telling her I’ll be there tomorrow and giving her my Philippine cellphone number.

I don’t send a message to the ‘Jesus’ gal yet. We will see how it works out with Lorie first.

All the travel arrangements made, out I go for my Big Mac, fries and a coke.

It’s a twelve minute walk from the Heritage Hotel to MickeyD’s. Most of it is along the EDSA, a main road here, and then you turn left on Taft. Yes, that Taft, as in US President Taft. It turns out that he had been the American governor-general of the Philippines before becoming president in 1908. Being in the Philippines has this echo of US history woven through it like the backing thread on a piece of cloth you must use every day. It isn’t central to your activities when in the USA, but it’s there, always there…. And here it’s in view. Here, you are on the other side of the cloth.

I’m a little sweaty when I get to my destination, but the place is air conditioned and I needed to stretch my legs. The breakfast food at the Heritage is fine, but it isn’t comfort food for me. A Big Mac is. With all the craziness, which I’m complicit in as it swirls around me, I want this moment of being centered in something that I know so well. Is that nuts? Maybe it is.

For cripes sakes, I’m the one gathering all these gals. Just who the fuck do I think I am? Right? You know, not a one of them is thirty yet. The oldest is Cincer and she is twenty-eight. Bim is twenty-six. The next two are even younger!

And here I am. I’ll be sixty-six in a matter of days. I don’t care if they don’t think this is robbing the cradle, I know it damned sure is. But I’m doing it, right? So, why am I complaining? Why am I so fucking conflicted?

Here I’m making plans in hopes of adding Lorie when, if I met her in her home town, I might reasonably expect that she would simply say no and I would be able to just move on. That might be the sane thing to do. But, no, I’m doing the insane thing and attempting to move the chess pieces around to get a different outcome.

Ah, the Big Mac is just perfect. And the fries are spot on. I wonder how they do it. Do they actually ship the sauce and fries from the USA? Wherever I settle here, there had better be a MickeyD close by!

As I’m walking back to the hotel, I get a text from a number I don’t know.

You really coming?

It must be Lorie.

Yes. Tomorrow. Will I see you?

When you come to Tigbauan? I see you there.

No. Better I meet you at Iloilo.

Why that? My family need to meet you. They not approve I meet you in Iloilo.

Maybe it is best if we not meet. I am wanting to meet you. Not your family.

Really? You that way? OK, don’t come. I won’t meet you!

Score one for Cincer. She was dead on with her assessment. I don’t bother texting the girl back. In a way, I’m grateful for Cincer’s assessment. It allowed me to shorten the time between the contact and the exit. I might have wasted a lot of time and energy on an impossible mission.

I’ll message the Jesus girl, Nelia, when I get back to the hotel. She is also on the same island, but in Passi City. I’m not sure how much the cost of transportation is from her town to Iloilo, but it shouldn’t be too much. If Nelia blows me off, the plane fare to Iloilo will be a simple loss. There’s no one else on the island of Panay I’m intending to meet.

I take a shower once back at the Heritage. The walk has left me sweaty and there’s nothing to do other than messaging Nelia, and that can wait a few minutes. So, I might as well wash up. It doesn’t take long.

My message tells Nelia where I’ll be and I give her my cellphone number. I mention that I’ll reimburse her for the cost of the travel to get to Iloilo from Passi. I try checking on what options she has for travel and I come up with nothing. There’s no information to be found.

We will see if she even sees the message today. She might not see it until later tomorrow or the next day or the day after that. I’ll wait up to two days on Iloilo before giving up if I don’t hear from her. I might as well see the island anyway. I’ll play tourist with my two gals.

The next place to visit will be Tacloban on the island of Leyte. There are four gals there who I contacted on Leyte and Samar. Samar is an island so close to Leyte that the two are connected by a bridge. There are more gals on other islands, but I think Leyte will be the last stop. It’s crazy enough as it is.

Bim arrives back a little after four and I show her Lorie’s texts.

Cincer is very smart, Ira. She smarter than me. Maybe smarter than you?

I laugh. There’s no question that I’m not nearly as sharp on these issues. But I’m not as sharp as Bim in the same way. I don’t know the culture.

Yes, maybe. When it comes to the minds and hearts of you gals, I guess I’m stupid.

I get a kiss and then, It OK. We love you even if you stupid.

I put my arm around Bim and just hold her tight. We are still that way when Cincer texts saying she needs one of us to come down to the lobby and bring her up to the room.

Bim decides it’s her task and off she goes only to return with Cincer who can’t contain her laughter. Ira, the texts! Show it me.

She clearly is referring to Lorie’s texts and so my phone is placed in her hands. She reads it. Ha! See? I right. She too close to her family. What we do now?

There’s the Jesus gal. I messaged her via the website. So far there’s no text. … Huh, I didn’t check back on the website to see if she messaged back there. Grab the tablet, will you? Let me see?

Bim gets the tablet from the far nightstand and hands it to me. Sure enough, there’s a message.

OK, I come tomorrow afternoon. My cell number is 09123154xxx. Text me when you get this.

You know why she not text you?

No, Cincer, why?

Your SIM Globe and her SIM Smart. See? 0912? That Smart! It not a free text. If you text her, she pay nothing. Better it be you. See?

Oh, really? OK. How much will it cost?

A peso.

That’s all?

Yes, but if she have only 30 peso load and maybe she use some already… you see?

Yes, I see. What is your SIM?

Sun.

Bim, yours is Globe?

Oo¹. That why I get you a Globe SIM.

If we are all going to stay together, we may need to standardize on one provider. Cincer, are you willing to switch?

Yes, of course.

I text Nelia.

Got your message. I see you use Smart. I use Globe. I will buy you a 300 peso load when I see you. You can message me via the website until you arrive.

I am staying at the Marriott Courtyard. Ask the desk to ring my room when you arrive.

I’m suspecting that she won’t text back, but I’m wrong. Two minutes later, the phone buzzes. I have an incoming text.

OK, see you then! How long you stay?

I am staying in the Philippines. Not sure where I will settle. Maybe in Iloilo for two or three days. Are you willing to travel with me?

Really? You stay here?

Yes.

OK. I travel too if we good.

See you tomorrow.

The gals want to know what’s what and I hand them the phone.

They are talking to each other but in Tagalog. I don’t have a clue until Cincer says, You are smart to say what you say. We will see when we get there. She may not be OK with us, but this is the best start.

Bim, you may be right. I also have my doubts based on her religious talk. We will try and see. In the meantime, it’s time to go to dinner and then I think tonight it will be Bim’s turn in bed. Maybe we will start a little early and see how long we can go?

Together they both scream, Bastos!², followed by laughter.

I might be ‘Bastos’ as the gals say, but that is our reality. They are the ones who double-teamed me last night, so they have nothing to complain about now. Last night, Cincer got cum; tonight it needs to be Bim.

Last night it was both of the gals in control. Tonight, now that I have a sense of how this will roll, I want some of that control back. Exactly how I’ll accomplish it, I’m not really sure. But if we are all three in bed, then we need to see how far that takes us. We might as well experiment a bit more before we meet Nelia.

I took a shower after I got back from lunch and really don’t need another now, but the gals do and they once again go into the bathroom together. I find that interesting. They really are not interacting with me, or each other, as individuals, but rather as a team.

Will all the gals do that? Will the team just get more members, or are these two going to stay a team of two? They probably don’t know either. I suspect it’ll depend on the nature of who else joins me, if anyone else does.

When the gals do come out of the bathroom, they are completely naked, and laughing, as they run to the bed and get under the covers.

There are times when you just know two things. First, that you are one God-damned lucky son-of-a-bitch. Second that you have no damned business being so fucking lucky.

Last night I was so wrapped up in the question of how this would work that I didn’t ponder the larger reality of my situation. Not so tonight. I know that these two very pretty females, each of whom is more than thirty-five years younger than I am, is ready and willing to engage sexually with me at the very same time.

That not a living soul I have known, in the last four decades, would believe the reality of my current situation is of no matter. For crying out loud, why would they? I’m having a hard time believing it as I’m living it.

And yet, that is where I am right now. To make what is already crazy even more insane, we will, as a threesome, fly off tomorrow to see if we can add another gal to our world.

When Princess/Prin/Bim told me less than twenty-four hours after I met her that I was stupid and didn’t understand her culture, I had no idea how bizarrely true her observation was.

I’m here because a water heater failed. That is the entire reason.

Sure, I met a friend at a café and he had a Filipina wife, but that is not why I’m here. I’m here because of that damned water heater. If it had not failed, I might be back at home right now. Yes, I registered on the website the same night, but I might not have ever returned to it.

Maybe, just twelve hours ago I might have been back at the café and visiting with my friend again. I might notice how pretty his wife is, and think about the fact that the only women I might socialize with all have Medicare cards, but that’s it.

It’s a big leap to fly to the other side of the world. If it wasn’t for that damned water heater I’m not sure I would have done it.

I reach out and give Cincer a good, long and meaningful kiss. She knows I’m not phoning it in. She responds in kind. I can feel her answer in my heart.

When it ends, I pull Bim to me and kiss her in a manner that a man ought to only kiss his wife. Is that corny? Well, damn it, I’m old and corny. But, it’s just that Bim has come to be important to me in a way I had not expected. Does she know that? — That she is important to me? I have no idea, but her way of kissing me suggests she may.

I roll her onto her back, still kissing. My manhood is rigid and, somewhat impetuously, I slide into her without checking if she is ready first. I’m lucky. She is ready and the entrance is a smooth one.

Cincer is stroking my back but kissing Bim’s forehead as I push in to Bim’s wet cunt and pull back repeatedly. Bim’s right hand is now on the back of Cincer’s head, holding her friend close to her, as she looks up at me.

We are making love. We are. The three of us. Until last night I truly never understood how it could work. I’m not sure it can work with most folks, but it works with us.

I reach out to Cincer and grab on to her ass, snaking a finger into her cunt from behind. She spreads her legs to accommodate my entry.

All I can think about at this moment is something so goofy that I almost laugh. When I die, let it be when I’m just so engaged. Not yet, please God, not yet. But when it’s my time, let it be like this!

Bim’s cunt is making noises, it’s so juicy, as I pound her tight opening. Cincer’s cunt is watering the sheet below my fingers as she arches her body back and up against my fingers.

I feel cum welling up. I’m looking right at Bim. She is mine. She knows it and I’m sure of it, as I grunt and cum enters her.

We need to be at the airport a little before one. The hotel isn’t far from it and so, even though the traffic in Pasay is horrible, we don’t have to leave before noon. After an early breakfast at the hotel, we make a quick trip back to MoA and buy two small suitcases that can be carry-on luggage. Everything the gals have fits in one with room to spare.

We get to NAIA³ terminal 3 in plenty of time. But, of course, our flight is delayed. We are sitting in an incredibly crowded waiting area when my cellphone buzzes. I’m hoping that it isn’t Nelia cancelling on us. It’s not her number, not any number I have seen before, but...

I wrong. Can we meet?

Who are you?

Lorie, of course! Why you ask?

This is not the number you used yesterday.

Oh. OK. Can we?

Why do you want to meet? I thought you don’t want to.

I make mistake. Sorry. I will meet you first.

I am not sure. I am busy for a few days. I made other plans after you say you are not interested.

Change your plans, please.

I am sorry, but that is not possible. Give me a few days to think about it. Why did you change your mind?

Nanay⁴ say I am hardheaded. I should not make the requirement before you meet me.

Bim, what does Nanay mean?

It mean mother.

And you always listen to your Nanay, correct?

Of course, yes!

OK, I will text you in a couple of days.

Please, I wrong!

Yes, I hear you. In a couple of days. Nothing sooner.

I show the texts to my gals. I think it’s pretty clear that I should simply blow Lorie off. Both of them agree.

The Marriott Courtyard in Iloilo City is a four star hotel. It’s nice. Breakfasts are not included, and so it’ll be more expensive than the Heritage was, plus I’m paying for two rooms. But there’s no sense in complaining. This is my doing.

The room I get, and I gather the other one is the same, is nice but it’s a bit odd. The wall between the shower and the bedroom isn’t a wall. It’s a glass partition. While there are blinds of a type you can use to provide a little privacy, I sure haven’t seen anything like it before. They certainly don’t do this in the States.

Nelia is still on a bus. I have gotten a text from her. She is on her way, but it remains unclear when she will arrive. If she doesn’t get here before dinner time, I’ll have the gals get dinner alone anyway. I’ll have my dinner with Nelia, even if she is late. I have to avoid the possibility that if I have it with the other girls, she will show up while I’m with them. That would be a problem all on its own.

It turns out that my caution is warranted as the gal shows up fifteen minutes after the other two have been seated in the hotel restaurant for their dinner. I meet her in the lobby.

Nelia, in person, is prettier by a fair degree than the pictures suggested she will be. Her smile is bright and seemingly genuine.

I so happy to meet you, Po⁵!

It’s nice to meet you, too. Where are your things?

Sir?

Changes of clothing? Do you have a bag?

She giggles. Everything I need, it here, Po. And she pats a handbag.

I see? Would you like to freshen up in my room, or would you like to have something to eat first?

Oh, yes! I am ready to eat. Where you want?

How about here in the restaurant? OK?

Yes, Po. We do what you want! Po?

Yes?

How many others?

What?

How many other girls. You say you see many of us, true?

Yes.

How many other girls you have?

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Birthday thoughts...8