The Ark
Copyright © 2020 by VeryWellAged
Author's note: These chapters are NOT stand-alones...The story starts here.
Birthday thoughts...8
Why do you think there are others?
Po, if a man want a wife, he meet one girl. She be good. We Filipinas, we good girls. If a man good to us, we be good to him. No problem with that unless the girl a scammer. If she is, maybe the man, he just go home, no trust.
I see. And since I’m meeting more than one girl, what do you think that means?
How such a man choose. We all good. We all same-same that way. So now he have more than one. Maybe he break many hearts, but if he do that, he call the other girls and say, sorry I not coming to see you!
But I didn’t say that to you.
Yes! So you have many, I think. Maybe you bad, but I not think that. How many of us?
Why do you say ‘us?’ Have you decided to join?
Po, I not stupid. Jesus give me a chance to be happy. You that chance. What I care if there are others? You be good to me, I be good to you. We Filipinas, we smart girls.
I see. Well, let’s have something to eat and then you can meet the other girls before I take you to bed.
Good. She giggles. I hungry, truly. Better to eat first! Then I meet them, then the bed.
I’m not sure where she puts all the food that comes to the table, but she clearly enjoys food. Height-wise she is a couple of inches taller than the other two, but she is damned sure thin. I wonder if she has one of those metabolisms whereby she can’t gain weight, or if now that she has access to food she will blow up like a balloon.
I knock on the gals’ door. From inside I hear voices of concern before the door opens to reveal both of them. Two faces change from concern to absolute surprise in a flash.
Bim, Cincer, allow me to introduce you to Nelia. Nelia, these are the two other gals you were sure I already had with me. I’ll leave the three of you to get acquainted. Nelia, I’m in the room, here on the right. When you are done with your meeting, come to my room.
Yes, Po. I do that. And then she and my other two disappear behind the door.
Three minutes later there’s a knock at my door. It’s Bim.
What happen?
What do you mean, what happen? You were just talking to her. What did she tell you?
Wala1, nothing! She want to know about us.
All I know is that I have learned something. Loving Jesus doesn’t mean you don’t have a brain. She clearly has one and was just as quick about it as was Cincer. She knew she wasn’t the first and she assumed that unless I was a bad man, that there had to be others, otherwise I would have cancelled on her. I think the way she put it was ‘We Filipinas, we good girls. If a man good to us, we be good to him.’ She doesn’t think she is better or worse than any other Filipina, therefore there were more than her or I was a bad man. She was betting on the hope that I’m not a bad man.
What happens tonight?
I told her to come to my room when she was done with her visit. She knows I’ll bed her. I was clear about that once she was clear that she was joining me. She was clear that she was joining me once I told her she would meet you two.
You not need to convince her?
Did I have to convince you?
Silly. It me to convince you.
Exactly.
Did I have to convince Cincer?
OK, you not.
Isn’t her logic the same as yours in the very beginning?
True.
So why are you surprised? I grant you that I’m more than surprised. But as you told me in the beginning, I don’t know your culture.
Do we join you tonight?
Ask your new friend. I suspect that is up to her, don’t you?
OK, I go back now.
Forty some-odd minutes later there’s another knock on my door. This time it’s Nelia and she is alone. I step back and she enters.
Just me tonight. Tomorrow all.
OK. Do you want to talk or take a shower or just relax for a while?
A shower?
OK.
With you?
Ah! OK. That works.
It works as a way to be intimate without sex. It works because the glass wall for the shower will be a non-issue. It works because I genuinely like this gal and how she thinks. Jesus aside, she is fun to be with.
I’m not sure how the Jesus stuff fits in, but the stuff I have dealt with isn’t about that and it all works.
The next thing I learn is why she said she had all she needed in her handbag. As she removes her clothing, she washes each article in the bathroom sink and hangs it up to dry. She pulls a toothbrush and a hairbrush out of the handbag and puts it behind the sink. She doesn’t appear to be wearing any makeup.
As she is naked and ready to take a shower, I get undressed too. I toss my shirt on the floor. She picks it up and washes it. She does the same with my briefs and socks. Only when done with those duties is she ready for the shower. At this point we have both been naked for a few minutes. There’s an ease about it. There will be no anxiety going forward. She is relaxed with me, and I with her. It doesn’t take long. It takes being normal with each other without our clothing on.
In the shower, she scrubs my back; I scrub hers. She scrubs my chest; I scrub and play with her breasts. She smiles. There are no giggles now. Smiles, not giggles. She scrubs her own genitals but then scrubs mine and plays with my cock a little bit.
There’s no drama. This is a sexual, but friendly, time together.
There are a number of towels in the room, and so each of us towels off once out of the shower. I’m done at about the same time as Nelia and take her hand as we walk back into the bedroom.
I reach out to take her in my arms when she grabs my hand and inspects it.
Wait!
Huh?
Wait, Po. I get what is needed.
I have no clue what she is talking about, but she returns with a manicure kit: clippers, nippers, cuticle tools.
Come here. The light better.
For the better part of ten minutes, she trims ten fingernails and ten toenails. And then, once done, she re-inspects all of them before putting her kit back together and away in her handbag.
And then she says the most amazing thing with total sincerity. I not have my man look like I not take care of him. I not be embarrassed that way!
So… being one of three mistresses is not an embarrassment, but badly trimmed fingernails, or toenails, is? That is going to take me a while to process.
We mount the bed as I expect a married couple does. I’m not leading her to it. She is not being coy or seductive. She is forty-three years younger than I am.
I don’t think it matters to her. I honestly don’t think it crosses her mind at all. Once we are both in the bed, all I have to do is reach out toward her and she comes. She kisses my chest, my arm, my shoulder, my cheek, before finding my lips. Once found, we stay lip-locked for a few long minutes. My hands wrap around her. Her legs spread, putting one of mine between hers. Her crotch is pushing against my thigh.
That crotch is damp and my thigh is the recipient of her female lubrication. Her hand finds my manhood again and strokes it, though it certainly doesn’t need the assistance to get firm. It’s firm already. If lovemaking can be called languorous, this is it. There simply is no hurry. We both know how the story will end.
Her brown skin is smooth. She has no perfume; she needs none. The smell of her body is erotic without any artificial help. Her lips, tongue and teeth playfully engage with me. We, quite simply in these few minutes, have come to understand that we really like each other. There’s humor in the playfulness, but not to distract. It’s playful in a loving way. It communicates, we are safe: with each other; to love each other; in each other’s arms. And… we are.
I put Nelia on her back. Mounting her, looking directly at her, she is looking back at me. This joining is meaningful, not to be ignored. That, I think, is what we are communicating to each other.
It just feels good to be inside her. The feel of her, the moisture, communicates her own physical needs. Leaning down, I kiss her, while deep inside her. She is right there with me. I’m not sure how to explain it.
There’s lovemaking where you are fucking someone. You feel the power. You sense the response and you drive to a pinnacle of completion. There are the times when, the act, the feelings you have, are separated from the person you are having sex with; each participating in the act and yet separate at the same time. But there are times when you are with the other. Seeing each other, in each other’s eyes, mouths, and hearts. The sense of the sex is the sense of a connectedness that transcends the act and binds the hearts.
That last type is, I suspect, very rare. It may not even happen often or again with that same person. I have read of it in books, so it does happen. But it’s so special that I suspect if it happens to you, you know it. It has got to be something that stays with you for life. It’s a first for me and I can’t believe that I’ll ever forget it, as it’s happening to me, right now.
Is she experiencing what I am? For some reason, I really think she is. It’s in her eyes as she looks at me. There are tears. Not tears of sorrow. They are tears of joy and those tears are matching mine. The tears remain as we both find that end point and cum exits me and enters her.
We are done, and yet we are not done. I’m still looking at Nelia, and she at me. There are tears, now soft sobs. At the same time, there are smiles and nods. She knows. I know.
If she had been the first one… but she isn’t.
She will never leave me. I know it. I’ll never leave her. She knows it. We are to never part.
The gals have taken off to buy some clothing this morning. The trip may be the top priority because Nelia arrived with nothing but the clothes on her back. Cincer tells me not to worry, it won’t cost much.
I have given them some cash in line with that, just five hundred pesos, so I guess there really isn’t any concern. They mention a type of place that is sort of a second-hand public market. But there’s nice clothing at a very low price, if you are careful when looking. I’m not sure I follow all of what they are telling me. They used a term for it, but it means nothing to me and I can’t even remember what they called it.
As to what my plans are now that we are in Iloilo, all I can say is that I have decided, these three are ‘enough!’ The three of them are beyond plenty. I just don’t see adding more making any sense. To meet more women would be a foolish attempt at assuaging my guilt at being stupid. I should have never kept on answering the messages from all those gals.
I spend the hours, while they are gone, looking at some email I have from back home about my house and how things are going. There are a few hiccups but nothing major. It’ll take a couple of extra weeks to finish up. While that might have mattered to me before, I really don’t care anymore.
I do need to deal with monthly bills that will need to be paid. It’s pretty clear that I’ll stay here longer than the twenty-one days of my current visa. So, I send an email to a friend asking for a favor in that regard, before exiting the email app.
I have an audiobook I got from Audible. I was halfway through it while on the plane to the Philippines. I decide to listen to another chapter as I wait for the gals and get about three chapters finished before they appear.
Ira, what you have for lunch?
I didn’t. What did you all eat?
We not. You want to go and get now?
OK. Is there a McDonalds anywhere near here?
The gals are laughing. Bim says to them, See?! … and then turning to me, Yes, we find it. Up the same street. Maybe seven minute walk from here. At the far end of Festive Walk Mall, across the street from the Bureau of Immigration.
OK, let’s go.
Wait! CR first!
I sit back down as this will take a few minutes when Nelia asks, Ira, maybe I see your phone?
OK, but why? And I hand it over.
That girl, Lorie. I want to read what she say.
There are two separate numbers she used. Let me show you the first one.
She reads it and, Which one the second?
I show her and she reads that before handing the phone back to me.
You want to add her?
No. I don’t think it would work and there are enough of you already. You three are wonderful and I don’t see a reason to add anyone else.
She make a mistake, Ira. If she not do that, maybe I not here.
No, I don’t think she would have worked out even if she had agreed. She is too close to her family and they would have said don’t do it. I was going to meet you no matter what she did. That decision had been made.
Ah, OK, good I know that. But maybe she be OK.
Why?
Her Nanay. I think this different. What Bim and Cincer think?
They were of different minds on it. Bim thought she’d be OK. Cincer was sure she wouldn’t. … But it doesn’t matter. Whether she made a mistake or she is just regretting that she didn’t check it out, I’m done. I don’t want to meet with her. I didn’t like her attitude in the first text and I sure as hell don’t need another gal.
Cincer has been listening but not offering anything. It’s Bim who was in the can. Now, as Bim comes out, Nelia goes in. Cincer and Bim are talking but it’s in Tagalog, so I haven’t a fucking clue what they are saying. I’m not sure I like it, but I guess it only makes it easier for them. Otherwise, maybe they would just wait until they are alone to share the shit.
The conversation goes on for long enough for Nelia to come out of the bathroom. Cincer breaks free and makes her visit to the can.
Clearly, Cincer has told Bim what I told Nelia, and I guess they have waited for Nelia to come out of the CR to address me.
Ira, Cincer tell me what you say. I not argue with your heart. I know it true. I not try to boss you or tell you what to do. OK?
OK, I guess … but there’s a ‘but’ coming, so what is it?
We agree. You not tell Lorie to come here and you not talk to her.
But?
Maybe Nelia and me go see her? It not far from here. We can go after lunch and be back before dinner.
No. It’s farther than you think.
No? As in… never?
No. Not today at least. It would take an entire day. Bim, let me think about it.
Thank you for thinking about it.
While I do that, what would be the purpose of you meeting the gal? Why even go?
I think we know why you say no to even meeting her. I think there are maybe two, maybe more, reasons. One because you think Cincer is right about the girl and her family. True?
Yes.
Another, she rude to you. True?
Yes.
Another, you say to Nelia, three is enough. True?
Yes!
We think, if you not want to add any more, not add the ones from Leyte, OK, we agree. But we think, maybe Cincer is wrong about Lorie. If that true, then maybe you wrong about her. Nelia and me meet with her. We be honest with her. We tell her the truth. If she not want to join us, we know then, when she still home and she never meet you. Then no issue with her family and you. You never see Lorie.
I’ll think about it. As to the three reasons, your solution only solves the first. She was rude and I think I’m done adding anyone else. But I’ll think about it.
Cincer exits the can and off we go to fill my soul as well as my stomach. I may not want another gal, but I sure want another Big Mac.
We are staying at an interesting place. Across the street there’s a really big mall called SM. The girls tell me I’ll like the stores inside. Maybe we will check it out on the way back after MickeyD’s. They are calling it McDo. Same church, different pew.
One thing is clear. While this may well be a third-world nation, there are enough first-world amenities that I won’t have one hundred percent culture-shock.
Nelia tells me she has never been in a ‘McDo’ before. The last time I was in one, I noticed that most of the folks in it were ordering fried chicken and rice meals. Getting fried chicken at MickeyD’s makes no fucking sense to me. You go to the golden arches for burgers… or the BBQ rib special when it comes around. Everything else is a waste of time. Yes, that includes the chicken nuggets and the Filet-o-Fish. You want fish? Go to Long John Silvers. You want Chicken? Go to Popeyes, Churches, or KFC. I mean, really. Why screw around?
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1 - Nothing in Tagalog.
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