Chasing Paradise Ch. 51 - 55

No character in this story was under 18 when they had sex.

I will leave it to the reader to decide what is true and what is fiction. I have been around long enough to know that each person decides what is true or not based on their own experiences, and NOT based on what is actually true.

Chapter 51 -- Baby

I had been living in Angeles City for a many years when I met Baby. Baby is often a name given to the youngest daughter in a Filipino family. In that, Baby was typical of the set. She came from a relatively small family, whereas she only had four siblings, all girls, and all of them older than her.

Two of her sisters were married, one was working on a cruise ship, and one was working in Manila. Baby was expected to stay home and take care of her parents in their old age, but that didn't sit well with her. She had always dreamed of marrying an American and moving with him to the US. She wanted children, but she hadn't really thought about how many. Being a stay-at-home old maid caring for the parents was NOT part of her plans.

Baby came to Angeles City to fulfill her dream. She thought that a lot of Americans lived in Angeles City (of course that was true before the base shut down), so she wanted to find a job where she could interact with them. That was how I met her. She was working in customer service at a company that I did business with, so I saw her from time to time.

The first time I saw Baby, I thought she was pretty, but not a stunner. She had a nice body, but it wasn't outstanding. In short, she was a typical Filipina. What made her stand out to me was the way I always felt that she was extra friendly, to the point of flirting, every time we talked. I decided to take a chance with her and asked her out to dinner. Her face lit up with a smile as she accepted the invitation.

I picked her up at six the next evening close to where she worked. I had asked her out on a Thursday, and the date was for Friday evening. Baby had taken an extra dress and makeup to work, and she used one of the company's restrooms to prepare herself for the date. When I first saw her come out of the building, I knew that Baby wanted more than just a date. She wanted a relationship... with me.

Although I had a motorbike, I had hired a trike for the evening, so when she came out in her dress, I wasn't sure that I had chosen wisely. She just seemed too classy for a ride in a trike. However, she was used to riding in trikes (they are almost the cheapest transportation in the Philippines), and she just got in without any problems. Her dress did ride way up on her legs, though, because trikes in Angeles City tended to be a little bit cramped for space.

I took Baby to a nice restaurant close to my apartment, hoping that the evening could continue after dinner. I needn't have been worried. That was exactly what she was hoping for as well. Baby came prepared to stay over at my place, if I invited her.

Dinner went well. We had a wonderful conversation. I learned all about Baby and she learned all about me. I have found, at least with Filipinas, that it is best to be completely honest in answering their questions, but that you shouldn't offer any information beyond what they ask. What you say must be truthful (they seem to have a built-in radar to detect lies), but less is more when telling them about yourself.

We had wine with dinner, and Baby had consumed most of the bottle (I just drank half of one glass), so she was feeling pretty good by the time we finished our dinner date. I asked her if she would like to see my apartment, and she smiled and immediately accepted the invitation. "Oh yes, I would love to."

We took off our shoes as we entered my apartment. That was kind of a ritual with me. It kept my place cleaner and it began the undressing process for the girl. After we entered my apartment, I gave Baby the nickel tour. She was impressed with the size and cleanliness of my apartment, and commented that she had expected a bachelor's apartment to be messy. She admitted, however, that she had never actually been in a bachelor's place.

I was pleased with how well the evening was going. After the short tour, Baby hopped up on my king-sized bed, scooted across it, and leaned back against the pillows. She was amazed by the bed's size and comfort. Like other girls before her, she commented that her whole family slept in an area about the same size as my bed.

She spread out over the large bed, not able to touch any edge. In doing so, she spread her legs out, and her dress rode way up her legs. Her panties were fully showing, but she didn't seem to be aware or concerned by it. They were nice sexy lace panties, too, and I could see through them. Seldom in the Philippines had I seen truly sexy panties on a generally conservative girl... and Baby was truly conservative.

Baby said that she went to Mass a few times a week instead of just of Sundays, and she told me that she prayed every night. I asked Baby what she prayed for, and she blushed when she told me that she was praying to find the right man. So far, she hadn't found him, but she was hopeful with me. Baby said she wasn't interested in Filipinos, and most Americans she had met were too flirty for her tastes. She said that she accepted the date with me because she thought I might be that man.

I told her that I was honored that she thought that, but only time would tell for sure. Baby liked that answer, and leaned in to hug me. I took the opportunity to turn the hug into a kiss. She was surprised at first and struggled a little, but then she relaxed and let me kiss her. "That was my first real kiss," she whispered when I broke the kiss. "It was nice."

"I'm glad you liked it," I said, and leaned in to kiss her again. Baby didn't struggle at all this time, but she was still surprised when my tongue sought entry into her mouth. She finally relented, and allowed my tongue to seek out hers. It was obvious from the beginning that Baby had no idea what she was doing, and it was a struggle to add passion to the kiss, but I was persistent. Soon, my tongue was dancing with hers and sucking her tongue into my mouth. She was moaning, but not making any move to escape the kiss.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "I didn't expect this, but I like it."

I leaned in again. This time she just closed her eyes and accepted whatever I was offering. Her body was already turning on due to our previous kisses, and to this kiss I added wandering hands. They found her breasts first, and I explored her breasts and nipples thoroughly (although she still had her dress on). Baby was obviously enjoying the kiss (and all that went with it).

She wasn't struggling at all by the end of the third kiss, so I slid my hands up under the hem of her dress to find the naked flesh of her breasts. Baby gasped as my hands found her nipples. I had pushed her bra up under her dress to access them, so her bra and dress were both bunched up under her armpits. With her dress pushed up, I kissed my way down until my lips landed on her bare nipples. Instead of pushing me away (as I had expected), her hands went to pull my head toward her breasts.

Baby was feeling confined by her clothes by then, and she quietly slipped her arms out of the dress, unhooked her bra, and pushed everything up and off her head. Now, I had an open playing field in front of me. The only piece of clothing she had left on her body was her panties, but I was concentrating on her breasts and nipples first, so I left her panties where they were.

I explored and suckled every bit of her breasts and nipples until Baby was cooing and moaning under me. She had obviously never felt anything like this before. Her hands were pulling me toward her nipples, so I would suckle them more. I had already given her some hickeys on her lower breasts, and I was having fun suckling her nipples vigorously. Baby reached her first orgasm just from me sucking her nipples deep into my mouth. The suction touched off fireworks in her brain, and she felt countless waves of pleasure wash over her.

Baby held my head to her breasts as she came down from her first orgasm. "What was that?" she asked.

"I think you just had an orgasm," I replied. "It seems that your nipples are very sensitive."

"I wasn't expecting anything like that," Baby said. "Nobody ever told me that anything like that was even possible."

"I think that many women go through their whole lives without ever experiencing an orgasm that strong," I said. "Maybe the other women in your family haven't experienced one either."

"Maybe," she answered.

By now, I had my fingers playing around on her panties and now I started to slide them down her legs. She lifted her hips up off the bed to allow her panties to slide down more easily. This told me that she had already decided to let me take her virginity.

Once her panties were off her feet, Baby allowed me to spread her legs enough for me to kneel between them. I was still suckling her nipples, but my fingers were busily stimulating her vulva. Everything between her vaginal entrance and her clit got my attention. She was one of those girls who had a hymen right at her vaginal entrance, and it was thin, so I knew that it wouldn't hurt her much when I broke it, but I wanted to save that pleasure for my cock.

Her vaginal entrance was weeping lubrication when I lowered my lips to suck in her clit. You would have thought I had touched her with electrical wires. She just about jumped off of the bed when I first contacted her clitoris. When she settled back down on the bed, I settled back to sucking her clitoris. For most girls, Baby's orgasm induced by just suckling her nipples would have seemed strong, but when she started climaxing from having her clitoris sucked, it made her first climax seem very small.

The fun part was that instead of just climaxing once, her orgasms built on each other, with each peak higher than the one before. I was sure that she would go into sensory overload if I continued, so I moved up over her body until my cock was settling into her vaginal entrance. Then, I asked her to rub my cock around her vulva with her hand to get it wet and then place the tip of my cock at her vaginal entrance so it could enter her. This did two things. It gave her a responsibility to set the scene for her deflowering, and it automatically gave her consent for everything that was to follow.

When Baby placed the tip of my cock up against her vaginal entrance, I gave a quick thrust and watched as my cock slid deep into her pussy. The forward progress didn't stop until my cock was pressed firmly against Baby's cervix. Her mouth was open as if she was saying, "Wow!" but no sound came out. She said she felt something like a small paper cut, but she had expected a lot more pain than that for her first time having sex.

Once my cock had bottomed out in her pussy, she pushed down against my cock even harder to see if I was really all the way inside of her. I was. Baby's vagina was able to stretch far enough that my entire cock fit inside. Yes, the tip was firmly pressed up against her cervix, but that was all. I thrust and retreated slowly a few times before really getting into it.

Then, I started a faster rhythm of thrusting and withdrawing as soon as she seemed ready for it, and her body immediately responded by pushing back against every one of my thrusts. Soon, we were moving together in the dance of love, both of us breathing heavily as we neared the end together. It took quite a while to get there, and I was starting to wonder if Baby was going to climax again.

However, Baby started orgasming before I did, and her orgasms continued growing stronger and stronger as I built toward my own climax. Somehow, after having watched her orally induced orgasms, that didn't surprise me. When I finally felt my seed rising in my balls, her pussy was already busy milking my shaft inside of her. I pressed my cock firmly against her cervix and pumped spurt after spurt of sperm deep into her waiting womb.

The waves of pleasure overtook us both, and we were soon laying in a heap on the bed, melting into each other's arms. "Wow," she whispered.

"Wow," I repeated. I was once again in paradise.

We hadn't made plans for Baby to sleep over at my apartment, but sleep overtook us anyway, and we were wrapped together in a tangle of arms and legs. We didn't sleep long, though, because Baby woke and realized where she was. She got a sudden case of remorse, remembering that I had shot my seed deep into her womb. "Oh God, I am pregnant. I know it," Baby said.

"Maybe," I replied. "Let's just see what happens before we jump to any conclusions."

"Will you marry me if I am pregnant?" she asked.

"If you are pregnant, I will take care of you. Don't worry about that," I replied.

Baby sighed and laid her head on my chest. "Thank you," she said. "That was the most wonderful thing I have ever felt in my life." She reached up to kiss my lips.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked. "Do you want to stay the night or have me take you home?"

Baby smiled and said, "I want to stay with you forever."

I told her that we should probably take a shower and I would wash the towel she had been lying on. Then, we could decide what we wanted to do for the rest of the night. She noticed the blood spot on the towel and said, "It is my blood and I will clean it." We went into the bathroom and I sprayed the spot with Shout and then put it into the sink with Oxyclean to soak.

We got into the shower, and I adjusted the water temperature. Then, I soaped Baby from head to toe, paying special attention to the best parts. When her body was thoroughly washed and rinsed, I gave her the soap and said, "Now, it's your turn." She had a lot of fun soaping me up and rinsing me off.

After we rinsed thoroughly, we got out of the shower and dried each other off. Then, Baby turned her attention to the towel in the sink. It had already soaked, and she was amazed at how well the blood came out. She thought the towel would be ruined, but there was no trace of the stain. We hung the towel over the shower door to dry and went back into the bedroom.

At first, Baby just wanted to snuggle, backing her bottom up against my groin to gain contact, but then my cock made its presence known between her legs, and she reached down to feel what was happening. "I'm surprised," she said. I didn't realize that men could do it more than once a night."

"Some can, others can't." I replied. "I'm one of those who can."

"Oh," Baby replied. "Then we will need to do something about this." With that, she guided my cock back into her pussy from behind. I could tell that she was a bit sore from our previous activity from the way she flinched as my cock entered her vagina, but she was determined to please me and pushed back against my cock.

I pressed my cock home until it came up against her cervix, and then pressed it in a little more. Baby gasped at the sensation deep inside of her and continued to push back against me. She wanted more, even though she was still sore from her first penetration. Her pleasure quickly overwhelmed any pain she might have been experiencing.

I started a rhythm, sliding in and out of her pussy and pressing further into her with each stroke. Baby was moaning and squealing softly as she met my rhythm, rocking her hips to meet my thrusts. We continued our dance, speeding up the rhythm as we went until we were slapping together with force. It didn't take much more before I was shooting my sperm through her cervix and deep into her womb again, and her pussy was trembling around me as she felt her own orgasm sweep over her.

We both quickly fell asleep as exhaustion overtook us. It was morning when we awoke. I suggested that we go to get some breakfast. We showered and dressed, and then we walked to a nearby café. One downside to Baby was that she had never learned to cook. I ordered for us, and we had breakfast. Both of us were quiet, as we had a lot to think about.

As we were walking to my apartment, a young woman approached us. She asked, "Are you Pete?" I nodded and she continued, "My name is Dot. Julie sent me." I took her to the side, and gave her a business card with instructions on it and told her to meet me in front of my apartment at six in the evening. She left.

Baby asked what that was all about. I explained to her that young women came to me with their problems, and I did what I could to help solve those problems. It was my way of helping those around me.

She asked, "What kind of problems?"

"Most of them want to no longer be virgins. Those are the easiest problems to solve. Others have problems that go beyond just sexual and those problems take longer to solve," I said.

Baby stared at me with her mouth open. When she regained her composure, she asked me to please get a trike to take her home. I did as she requested and sent her on her way. For some reason, Baby decided that I was NOT the man of her dreams. I talked with her a couple of days later, and she told me that she didn't think that we would be compatible in the long-term.

Dot was at my door that evening, having followed all of the instructions on the card, but that is another story.

Chapter 52 -- Dot

I met Dot because Julie had referred her to me. I was surprised because the referrals had dropped way off.

At first, girls being referred to me by other girls became such a common occurrence that I had personal cards (kind of like a business card only with personal information and instructions) printed up, telling girls what I expected from them and what they could expect from me. Yes, there were some girls who read the cards and then quietly backed out, but most of these referrals already knew enough about me that they wanted their first sexual experience to be with me, and they had already set their minds (and sometimes their hearts) to be with me.

Dot was one of these referrals. She was a friend of Julie, and Julie had told her about me. Of course, Julie hadn't told her (or any of the other referrals) about the arrangement we had. Every time Julie or Sue sent me another girl, they got to spend the next night with me, if they wanted, which they usually did. I had to make allowances for these arrangements when I was making dates with other girls.

Dot was waiting for me outside of my apartment when I came home with another girl (Baby), who didn't like the fact that I had other girls waiting for me and quickly left. It wasn't even noon, so I went up to my room and did some work on my computer (certainly not the way I had intended to spend the day). However, I told Dot to come back at six, and we could explore things together then. It also gave me enough time to clean the apartment, change the sheets on my bed and place a clean towel in the middle.

As expected, Dot was outside of my apartment building at six that evening. I let her into my apartment and gave her a glass of orange juice mixed drink that I had already prepared and had sitting in the fridge in a big pitcher. She liked it. We sat on the bed as we talked and drank. Of course, being a good host, I kept her glass refilled at all times.

Dot became more relaxed as the evening progressed. I had asked her why, as beautiful as she was, she didn't have a line of guys wanting to be with her. She replied, "Probably because I am too shy and too scared. I tend to chase guys off. I haven't even allowed a guy to kiss me. That is part of why I came to see you."

"OK," I said. Would it be alright if I kiss you now?"

She blushed and looked down while she thought about it. Then she nodded her assent. I raised her chin with my hand and pressed my lips softly to hers. I started out slowly, as usual, but then progressed further with each succeeding kiss. By the time we were in our fourth kiss, my hands had found their way up under her dress to her bare breasts, and I was caressing them softly. By that time, she was already moaning and leaning into my kisses, wanting more. Once my hands found her breasts, I slowly started pushing her dress higher and higher on her torso.

When her dress was above her breasts, I helped her pull her arms out of the sleeves and then raised it over her head. Dot had followed all of the instructions on the card I had given her, so she wasn't wearing either a bra or panties. The removal of her dress left her completely naked to my touch. I quickly stripped off my clothes as well as I shifted my kisses from her lips to her earlobe and then down the side of her neck to her breasts. She didn't even notice my clothes being removed.

She was already trembling in excitement even before my lips reached her nipples, but when they did, her whole body shook with pleasure. Dot couldn't believe how good a man's lips suckling her nipples could feel, and she told me so. "How is it that I never knew about this?" she asked.

"Yes, it is amazing, isn't it?" I replied. I continued suckling Dot's nipples and exploring her breasts until both nipples were too sensitive, her lower breasts were covered with small hickeys, and she was in almost one continuous climax. Once we had climbed that hill, I kissed my way up her body until my cock came in contact with her pussy.

I kissed her softly and asked her to hold my cock, rub the head around in her lubrication (of which there was already a lot), and place my cockhead against her vaginal entrance. Then I asked her to push her pussy against my cock. This showed her willingness to continue and gave me full permission to take her virginity.

As Dot was pushing her pussy against me, I quickly thrust my cock into her vaginal entrance, completely spearing her in one motion. Tearing her hymen like that hurt Dot, but I stayed still with my cock completely inside of her until the pain subsided and she started feeling pleasurable sensations and a feeling of fullness.

It was a good thing that I had placed a towel on the bed before we made love because tearing Dot's hymen caused a lot of blood. Every girl was different. Some didn't bleed at all, others bled a lot and there was everything in between. Dot was at the high end of that spectrum. Luckily, the towel made cleanup very easy after sex.

Once she had settled, and was moving experimentally against my cock on her own, I started thrusting and retreating in her pussy, drilling deeper into her vagina with each thrust until I was pressing firmly against her cervix with every thrust.

Dot was now feeling only pleasure from our coupling, the pain having pretty much completely left her body. I had fairly decent control, and I was busily plumbing her depths with my cock without taking myself to the edge for about fifteen minutes before I sped up the tempo to make myself orgasm. She was already having small orgasms at that point, so I wasn't worried about leaving her behind.

Increasing the speed not only increased my pleasure but hers as well. By the time I felt my sperm rising in my balls, her whole body was coming unglued as the waves of a huge orgasm swept over her. I pressed my cock firmly against the opening in her cervix and let my sperm travel through her cervix and deep into her womb and beyond.

I wasn't worried about Dot getting pregnant. My instructions told her to either be on some form of birth control or to make sure that she was in the safe part of her cycle. Dot seemed to be good at following instructions, so there was no reason to think that she wouldn't have followed my instructions on this.

When both of us had calmed down from our orgasms, I rolled to the side, while she remained on her back. I went into the bathroom to bring back a wet towel to clean us both. Once we were clean, I asked if there was anything else I could do for her. Dot asked for two things. First, she wanted to stay the night and make love again, and second, she wanted to do this again.

I told her there was no problem with her staying the night (as I had no other plans), but if she wanted to come back for another visit, then she should refer another virgin girl to me who wanted a similar experience. She was happy about being able to stay, but like most girls, she wasn't sure on how to approach other girls.

I told her that I had a similar arrangement with Julie, so she could talk with her about how to do it. Julie had sent me several girls already, so she clearly had a method. That pleased Dot because she now had a mentor. I did this with every girl who asked for more visits. Some paid dividends. Others didn't.

There had been many girls like Dot during my time in Angeles City, but after a while, I was getting wanderlust. I considered moving to another country, but decided instead to explore the Philippines further. Because English is one of the two official languages in the Philippines, it makes communication easy. You don't have that advantage in any other Southeast Asian country.

Dot became very kissy after our first coupling. We spent some time exploring each other's mouths until our jaws started becoming sore. Then, I shifted my attention once more to her breasts. They were more sensitive now, and it wasn't long before she was pulling me up and guiding my cock back into her pussy. Lubrication was no problem this time, and my cock sank quickly in to press against her cervix. Our pelvises crashed into each other repeatedly, which resulted in wet sloshing noises every time our bodies came together.

Her lubricating juices were running freely out of her vagina, soaking everything with which they came into contact. It seemed like her pussy had loosened significantly since our first coupling, and the friction needed to climax was somewhat missing. Therefore, it took me a while to achieve an orgasm. Dot, on the other hand, was merrily orgasming the entire time we were coupled.

When I did finally cum, I sent another large load of sperm through her cervix and deep into her womb. Rope after rope of semen jetted up through my cock and deep into her body. Once I was spent, I was completely spent, and we fell asleep in each other's arms. In the morning, we took a shower together, where I fucked her one last time. Then, she was on her way out my door. In case you are wondering, Dot did spend the night with me a few more times as a result of her referring other virgins to me. Then, she got a steady boyfriend, and that was the end of that.

I won't be writing about all of the girls who came to me this way. The stories are too similar and would become boring. I know that some readers think that my stories are too similar anyway. I can't help that, and I just tell what happened (to the best of my ability). Honestly, these stories might have been a lot less if I had not always kept a journal. It has been a great memory aid.

In addition, I lucked into this situation because of Julie and Sue, so I'm not sure that I could have ever repeated it. However, there will be other stories about other girls. My time was coming to an end in Angeles City, but not my time in the Philippines.

Chapter 53 -- Jenny

I was still living in Angeles City, but I was starting to tire of it. My job allowed me to live almost anywhere in the Philippines as long as I was connected, so I decided to explore the country a bit. For now, I would keep my apartment, but if I found someplace where I liked it better, I would arrange to have my stuff moved.

I had purchased a larger motorcycle, so I packed up what I thought I would need for my exploration, and set out on my trip. At first, I went over to Subic Bay because I had heard good things about it. Unfortunately, it was too much like Angeles City (except with a navy tilt rather than an air force tilt), so there would be no point in moving there.

I rode down to Manila, but it was just way too crowded for my tastes. I hate being stuck in traffic. There were a lot of young women who wanted to meet American men, but the congestion and pollution were just too much. I headed east and south down to the Legaspi area. That is beautiful country, and I liked it a lot, but I couldn't see myself living there. It was just too quiet, and like Angeles City, it had active volcanoes looming over it.

After more riding and ferries, I had toured Samar and Leyte and finally ended up on Cebu. The Cebu City area was bigger than AC, but way smaller than Manila. It looked like a place I could try for a while. I checked out the nightlife, but there wasn't much compared to AC, and what nightlife there was, was spread out all over the city. There were a few clubs on or near Mango Avenue, but nothing too exciting. That was to be expected, I guess. I had already realized that if I wanted to find available women in the Cebu City area, I would have to change my tactics.

I checked out apartments, and comparable apartments were cheaper in Cebu City than they were in AC or Manila. I found a place that I liked that was centrally located, and then I had my stuff moved there from AC. It is good to have friends and connections. Speaking of friends and connections, I would have to build a whole new set in Cebu City, but I liked that challenge. Little more than a week later, all my furnishings and belongings had made the trip to Cebu, were installed in my new apartment and I was settling into my new life in Cebu City.

There seemed to be plenty of expats on the island, although they, like everything else, seemed to be spread all over the island. Cebu felt a lot more like an island than Luzon had. First of all, you could drive from one side of the island to the other in less than an hour.

I moved into my new apartment, which was in a good location in the city. It is all about location after all. I had a balcony with good views of a fairly quiet street, and I was isolated enough to not hear the rooster noises and other noises of the city (for the most part anyway). However, my apartment was close enough to major streets to make catching a taxi or jeepney really easy.

One thing I noticed right away was the number of universities around the city, and some were within a few blocks of my apartment. I also found all of the major malls, as they were kind of a meeting place for everybody in the city. I liked the SM City Cebu Mall and the newly-opened Ayala Center Mall. There were several smaller malls around, but they seemed claustrophobic to me, so I didn't frequent them often.

The first girl I met was a drop dead gorgeous student from the University of Cebu, but I met her while having lunch at Ayala. There weren't a lot of open seats in the café I went to, so I went up to her and asked if I could sit next to her. I noticed her uniform and asked her about it. It seemed that every university in Cebu had a uniform that students were required to wear (except the University of the Philippines, which was considered a very liberal university). Her uniform identified her as a UC student.

I said, "I'm Pete. I am new in the city." This wasn't normally information I would give out, but it felt right with this girl.

She replied, "My friends and family call me Jenny, which is short for Jennifer. I come from a small village up in the mountains, and I am here in the city to try to make my dreams come true."

"What might those dreams be?" I asked.

Jenny blushed, "I am embarrassed to say what my dreams are. First, of course, is to get a good education so I can get a good job. But beyond that, I was hoping to meet an American to marry and have a family with."

"Oh," I replied. "Have you met many Americans while you have been here?"

"You are actually the first," she said, blushing again.

"Do you have more school today, or are you done?" I asked.

"I am done for the week," Jenny replied. "It was why I was eating here at the mall. I don't have enough money to eat out much, but I was celebrating the week being over."

"It is only Thursday," I said. "Why is school out tomorrow?"

She replied, "It is Sinulog this weekend, so all schools get out for the festivities." I didn't really know anything about Sinulog at this point, but suffice it to say that Sinulog is a colorful religious (Catholic) celebration that is a cross between Mardi Gras and the Rose Bowl Parade (but on steroids and with only a few actual floats). It is crazy and there is a wild party atmosphere regardless of the religious aspect. It celebrates the Santo Niño, which is a fancy stylized wooden statue of the Christ child that was given by Magellan to the king of Cebu's wife back in 1521.

I asked her if she would like to see the celebration with me, and she immediately said, "Yes."

After Jenny explained what kind of party atmosphere the Sinulog parade had, and where it took place, I took her back to her place to get changed, and told her to get one or two extra changes of clothes, just in case she needed it. She went up to her room, changed out of her uniform (though she was still wearing a light blouse and skirt), and came back down carrying a small bag. Then, we were off to my apartment, which was close to the parade route they would take on Sunday. We dropped her stuff off at my apartment. She was impressed by the size and style of my apartment.

We walked over to the parade route, which was just over a block away from my apartment, and the party had already started even though the main parade was still a few days away. Booths lined the street, where you could buy colorful t-shirts (which I did for both of us), trinkets, souvenirs and all kinds of services, food and drink. I hadn't yet seen the parade, but this was already fun. We snacked and drank along a short section of the parade route, so we weren't too hungry when it came time for dinner.

Jenny had been flirting with me the entire time we had been together. My feet were getting tired, so I suggested that we get dinner and then go back to my place to rest. She agreed. Jenny had enjoyed her time with me, and was looking forward to the next two days, but her boarding house had a curfew. She said that if she missed curfew, she would be locked out for the night.

I suggested that it would be OK to miss curfew. She could stay with me through the Sinulog weekend. I could tell that Jenny was surprised by this offer, and she quickly said, "I have never stayed with a man before."

I told her that I thought she was a very special girl, and this might turn into something more. That decided the question for her. Jenny said, "OK, but I will need more clothes for the weekend and I have nothing to wear for bed."

I told her not to worry. If she was with me, that stuff would all be taken care of. "Alright," she replied. "I trust you."

After dinner, we walked back to my apartment. When we got there, I had Jenny remove her shoes just inside the door. I always did that, and I would bring the tradition to my new apartment in Cebu City as well. We went into the apartment to relax. It was a kitchenette apartment with one bedroom and a bathroom. All-in-all, it was a pretty nice apartment, and Jenny was impressed by everything about it. "You live here by yourself?" she asked. "In the building where I live, there would be ten girls living in this same space."

"I like it, but sometimes it is a bit lonely," I replied.

"You could have a wife or girlfriend in this apartment," she said. There is plenty of room for two, maybe even three if the third person was a baby."

"Do you have a baby?" I asked.

"I have never even been with a man before," she replied. "How could I have a baby?"

"I was just checking," I said. "Not everything is as it seems in this country."

"That is true," she replied. "There are many who would try to fool others here, but I am not one of them. I am too simple to lie. I would get caught."

I left her sitting on my bed, and I went into the kitchen to make us drinks. I returned with two iced drinks. Jenny liked the orange juice drink that I gave her. She started out sipping it, even though I knew she was thirsty. I told her there was plenty more where that came from, and she drained her glass. I kept her glass filled whenever she drank more.

Jenny had finally noticed that there was only one bed in the apartment, and asked where she was supposed to sleep. I told her, "Here, on the bed." Then she asked where I was going to sleep and I told her, "Here, on the bed. There is plenty of room for both of us."

She looked around and said, "It is a very big bed."

Jenny leaned back against the pillows and said, "This is really comfortable. What will I wear to bed?"

I said, "I suppose you could wear the new t-shirt I bought for you as a nightshirt, but I usually just sleep in the nude."

"Oh," she replied. "I think that I will at least start out in the t-shirt."

"Are you going to try to seduce me tonight?" she asked.

I laughed, "I thought you were trying to seduce me."

Jenny blushed, "See? I can't be two-faced. I always get caught."

I leaned in and kissed Jenny on the lips. It was a nice, simple kiss, but I let it last for longer than she thought it would. When I broke the kiss she said, "That was perfect." I leaned in again for another kiss, taking her comment as an invitation. This time, my tongue explored her mouth, seeking her tongue. Jenny's mouth parted, allowing my tongue access to hers.

The second kiss lasted even longer than the first, and by the third kiss, my hands had gotten to know her body through her clothing. When the kiss finally broke she sighed, "Wow."

I have always thought that the mouth is one of the most sensitive parts of the body. It is amazing what passionate kissing can do to a woman. It can turn on every other part of her body.

Jenny was now mewing under me, moaning and squealing softly into my lips. My hands had found their way under her top to the back of her bra, and it was unhooked quickly. She might have said something, if I hadn't been kissing her so passionately. But instead, her hands just went around my back to pull me to her.

When the kiss ended, I pushed her top and bra up to expose her breasts, and then lowered my lips to suck a nipple into my mouth. Jenny's top and bra were holding her arms high against her head, so she slipped her arms out and then removed it all from her head. She had now stripped herself down to the waist, but Jenny was more focused on the lips suckling her nipples. "Oh my God, I have never felt anything like this," she sighed.

There was room for nothing else in her head as the pleasurable sensations came from her nipples and overwhelmed her brain. I traded off between her nipples to ensure equal time for each and found time to suck the soft flesh away from her nipples as well. She was moaning loudly by the time I finally moved on toward her tummy and then her pussy. I kissed my way across Jenny's belly button and then down over her pubic hair as I dragged her skirt and panties down her legs. I left them just below her knees, so they would restrict her movement. That caused Jenny to feel confined, so she removed them the rest of the way off of her feet without any more assistance from me.

Jenny had now undressed herself with just a little assistance from me, and I was concentrating on her pussy. My lips and tongue were playing with her clitoris while my fingers explored the hymen covering her vaginal entrance. There was only a tiny hole in her hymen, and she flinched every time I pressed against it, letting me know there was no way to stretch it without tearing it, so the task of breaking it would fall solely to my cock.

First, though, I wanted Jenny so completely caught up by the sensations she was feeling that no thought of resistance would even cross her mind. As I continued to lick and suck her clit and labia, I could clearly see the natural lubrication flowing from her vaginal entrance. Even with such a tiny hole, a large amount of lubrication had already been produced.

When I thought Jenny had already passed the point of no return I asked, "Do you want me to stop?"

She replied, "Don't stop. Please don't ever stop."

I went back to work on her clit and labia as I got out of my own clothing. When I was completely undressed, and her body was starting to shake from the beginnings of her first strong orgasm, I moved up and rubbed the tip of my cock around in the lubrication in her vulva until my cock was completely wet. Then, I positioned the tip at her vaginal entrance and thrust my cock up into Jenny's vagina, tearing her hymen and removing her virginity forever.

Jenny gasped as my cock impaled her. Her eyes were closed tightly and tears were seeping from her eyes, but no sound came from her mouth. I rested once my cock was fully buried in her pussy to allow Jenny to adjust to having me inside of her.

"That hurt," Jenny said when she opened her eyes. "It doesn't feel as bad now as it did at first, but it is still sore."

"I know," I replied. "There was nothing I could do to prevent you from having any pain. You need to know, though, that I did everything I could to minimize the pain for you. You will be feeling better soon, and then you will feel almost nothing but pleasure."

We lay there, linked together by my cock lodged deep in Jenny's pussy, until she started feeling better. Jenny moved against me a little, experimentally to see if it was OK and then said, "I think I am OK now, if you want to try."

I slid my cock out until only the tip remained in her tight pussy, and then I slowly thrust back into her. Jenny was breathing heavily, but she didn't seem to be in any pain. I tried again slowly, and then I increased the rhythm and depth of my strokes. Jenny's hips started to rock to meet my thrusts, and my cock was pressing against her cervix on every stroke. "I can feel you all the way up inside of me," she said softly.

Her pussy was one of the tightest my cock had ever been in, and it was almost a struggle thrusting and withdrawing. The thin lining of Jenny's vagina was sticking to my cock, and was moving along with it, but her vaginal muscles were gripping and milking my cock as I fucked her.

I don't know how long we fucked, but it was a long time and very pleasurable to both of us. She was moaning in pleasure the whole time we were connected. Finally, I couldn't take any more, and I drove my cock up to the hilt into her and held it there, tightly pressed against her cervix. My balls were pumping jet after jet of sperm up through my cock, through Jenny's cervix and deep into her womb. My sperm being sprayed forcefully into her womb sent her over the top, and Jenny's pussy started quivering as she succumbed to her own powerful orgasm, further milking my cock.

When we had both run out of steam, I collapsed to the side, but I left my cock buried inside of her pussy. Jenny rolled with me to keep my cock trapped inside of her pussy. I heard her say the inevitable, "I love you," and then we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

When we woke during the night, I suggested that we share a shower. She looked down and saw the blood spot on the towel below her for the first time. Jenny was embarrassed that she had made such a mess, but I assured her that we could clean it easily. She had obviously never heard of Shout or Oxyclean because Jenny was sure the stain would never come out. It did, and she was amazed.

We went into the shower, and I suggested that I would clean her and that she would clean me to get to know each other better. Jenny agreed after some persuasion, and I soaped her from head to toes. Actually, I used shampoo and then conditioner on her hair, combing out the conditioner with a big comb before allowing it to remain in Jenny's long black hair while she cleaned me. Then we rinsed. Once we were all cleaned, rinsed and dried, we went back to bed. It was still the middle of the night, so there was still sleep to be had.

By the way, have I ever mentioned how sexy I think that long, straight, silky, black hair is? It is a total turn-on for me, and it is one of the first things that attracts me to a girl. The fact that so many girls have the hair that attracts me is one of the reasons why I love Southeast Asia (and especially the Philippines) so much.

I lay down on my side, and Jenny backed her body up against me. I have always loved playing spoons with a beautiful woman, and this was classic. My cock started to grow immediately, and she quickly noticed it growing between her legs. I whispered, "Put it back inside you where it belongs." Jenny reached down and placed the tip of my cock into her vaginal entrance. She then pushed back at me as I thrust my cock up into her wet pussy.

We were once again connected, and I let her set the pace at first. Even though she was a bit sore, Jenny was enjoying herself, sliding up and down on my shaft. I let her bounce back against me for a while as I just lay there, but it was feeling really good, and I eventually started really thrusting into her with more vigor.

This round was much more pleasurable for Jenny than the first, and she was already starting to come unglued. I could feel her vaginal walls rippling over my cock every time I thrust into her as waves of pleasure swept over Jenny, and I started thrusting even faster and harder than before.

When I reached the end, I thrust as far as I could into her pussy, pressing my cockhead solidly against the entrance to her cervix, and once again pumped Jenny's womb full of my seed. She was climaxing the whole time I was orgasming inside of her, and Jenny said that she felt every shot of sperm being pumped into her.

We collapsed into dreamland again, this time with my cock still deep in Jenny's pussy and my arms wrapped around her. I pulled a sheet over the two of us so we wouldn't get cold during the night. It worked, and we slept peacefully through the rest of the night.

When we woke on Friday morning, Jenny kissed me softly and greeted me with, "I love you, Pete."

I answered with, "Mmmm..."

I suggested that we go back to Ayala for breakfast and some shopping. "Shopping?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered. "I will buy you a couple of new sundresses and sandals for tomorrow and Sunday, so you have something nice to wear for the parade. If you are going to be with me, I want you to look nice." A huge smile appeared on her face. Jenny was starting to seriously consider a future between us.

We took another shower together, but this time, when we were both clean, I faced her to the wall, stretched Jenny's arms out to support her and pushed my cock into her pussy from behind. She had already decided that she liked being entered from behind the best, and Jenny quickly got into pushing back against my thrusts. It was a short journey for both of us as we both came quickly. I felt lightning in my veins as my seed shot through her cervix and deep into her womb, and Jenny trembled and pushed her pussy back toward me as she felt herself being filled and her vagina contracting around my cock in orgasm.

We cleaned up again, and then we got dressed and headed for Ayala. We had breakfast at a café in the mall and then went shopping in the many shops lining the mall. I picked out a nice sundress with spaghetti straps for her, and Jenny went into the dressing room to try it on.

Jenny came back out wearing it, but she still had her bra on underneath. I told her to take off the bra. She said that it was considered unladylike to not wear a bra in the Philippines. I simply told Jenny that if she wanted to be with me, she would never again wear a bra with a sundress. Jenny went back into the changing room and came back out without the bra. She was perfect without the bra. Jenny's breasts were large enough to fill out the sundress, but not so large that they sagged. It was a good look on her.

We bought that sundress and two others I liked (one of which she wore the rest of the day), and then went shopping for sandals that she could wear with the dresses. Watching a woman shopping for sandals is amazing. You would think that picking out the right sandals would be simple. You find a pair that looks good with what you have on and that fit your feet, right? Apparently not. We went through shoe store after shoe store looking for the perfect sandals, but Jenny eventually found them.

Next, I took her to a lingerie shop for some sexy panties and a sheer nighty. She had gotten a little cold during the night, so I wanted Jenny to have something she could slip on if she got cold, but that wouldn't cover too much. She picked out some seamless panties to wear under dresses and some lace thongs. Jenny said she had always wanted panties like that but could never afford them. I didn't have that problem.

By then, it was lunchtime, so we stopped at another café for lunch. During lunch she said, "You will spoil me. I should be cooking for you."

"Oh, you know how to cook?" I asked.

Jenny smiled and nodded. "Yes, I know how to cook."

We headed back to my apartment, and she gave me a private fashion show, dressing and undressing in front of me in the bedroom. By the time I had seen all of her new clothes on and off her, my cock was standing fully to attention (under my pants). Jenny noticed and crawled over the bed to where I was laying.

Then, she unbuttoned my shirt, undid my belt and unzipped my pants. "What are you waiting for?" she asked. I quickly pulled off my clothes and lay back down. She had already removed all of her own clothing, and she raised a leg up to straddle my hips.

"I'm not sure exactly how to do this, but I will try," she said as her pussy slowly lowered over my cock.

"I would say that you have that down perfectly," I replied. I thrust up into her pussy to complete the connection. I had her squat with her feet flat on the bed next to my hips, and then raise up and lower herself down to get the maximum depth from my cock. She figured it out and soon she was bouncing up and down on my cock. Her hands were on my chest for balance as she drove herself down onto my cock repeatedly.

She bounced up and down on my cock until she couldn't take it anymore. "My God, this feels so good," she cried as she was overcome by her first orgasm of this coupling. Natural lubrication was spilling out of her pussy and covering my cock and balls. I grabbed her hips and continued to thrust as hard as I could up into her until my cock became a hydrant pumping my seed through her cervix and deep into her womb. Ah, yes... another trip to paradise.

She collapsed on me, showering me with kisses as she did. Jenny was overcome by the emotions that had burst forth from her heart. This was now officially a girl in love (or should I say a woman in love). She was whispering. I'm not sure if she was whispering to me or to herself, but I think she was planning out the rest of our lives together.

No matter. I wasn't yet concerned with a long-term relationship. I was more focused on a short-term romp with a beautiful girl. I would let her worry about the future. If she wanted to stay with me long-term without either of us becoming a pain in the ass to the other, then that was good too. At least for now, I was really liking this girl.

Jenny got up and went into the kitchen. She returned saying, "I understand why you always eat out. All you have in the kitchen is some ramen and snack foods. It's a wonder that you don't starve." She curled up next to me again, and we took an afternoon nap. Then, we went back over to the parade route to munch our way through the street vendors. That was our dinner.

Saturday was spent mostly either in bed, the shower or going to local cafes or the parade route for meals and snacks. I still didn't have much food in the apartment, and I didn't feel like spending hours shopping for it. We wandered along part of the parade route again, and I was surprised that there were even more booths set up on Saturday to serve food and drinks as well as trying to sell you everything under the sun. It made for a fun day, but we both walked too much and our feet were tired by the end of the day.

When we got back to the apartment, we decided that we should go to sleep early, so we could get a place along the parade route early in the morning. I hadn't realized it before, but it soon became apparent that, because the parade followed a somewhat triangular circuit and my apartment was inside the circuit, there was no way to escape the parade even if we had wanted to.

We went to bed early. I would like to say that we went to sleep early, but we made love two more times before finally succumbing to sleep. As soon as we were in bed, Jenny snuggled up to me trying to pull me over her. Who could resist a pretty girl doing that? Not me. I didn't even want to resist. However, once there, I didn't do what she expected.

She wanted me to start fucking her pussy immediately, but I decided to spend considerable time kissing and sucking her breasts and pussy first. Jenny's breasts were probably a large C-cup, with brown raspberry-shaped nipples surrounded by quarter-sized areolas, as inviting a pair of breasts as I had ever seen. Her pussy was extremely sweet, and I couldn't get enough of her juices.

I spent over a half-hour suckling her breasts and sucking her pussy before Jenny simply couldn't take any more stimulation and pulled me up her body until my cock slid into her vaginal entrance. When it did, I drove it home, going deeply into her until our pubic bones were tight against each other and my cockhead was pressed firmly against her cervix.

I immediately started thrusting hard into her, not giving her any chance to recover from the tongue thrashing I had given her. My tongue had made her orgasm, but my cock caused her orgasm to increase in strength until it totally overwhelmed her. After pounding her until she was almost incoherent, and then pounding her some more, I pressed deeply against her cervix and once again forcefully pumped my seed deep into her womb.

We rested awhile, laying on our backs, but then she started fondling my cock, so I pulled her up to the doggie position and entered her pussy from behind. Again, I pounded her pussy hard, and Jenny was pushing back against me on every thrust. After several minutes, I couldn't take it anymore, and shot my seed deep into her once more. After we came down from our orgasms, we collapsed on the bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

It was still in the wee hours of the pre-dawn when we woke to find a place along the parade route. I took a small backpack that had cushions to sit on and a blanket to wrap up in, but it was standing room only along the parade route, so about the only use the cushions got was when we were too tired to remain standing.

One nice thing about only living a block from the parade route was that we could retreat to my apartment anytime we got overly tired. Sitting for any length of time along the parade route would get you stepped on or drinks spilled on you. We found that out quickly, and had to go back to my apartment to change clothes.

The parade was a lot of fun. Like I said, it is a cross between Mardi Gras and the Rose Bowl Parade, only hyped up to a higher level of energy. There were lots of bands, dancers and small floats and lots of exotic costumes. I was amazed that anybody could dance all the way around the long circuit while wearing the heavy elaborate costumes they had on.

I'm sure that we missed some groups when we went back to my apartment for breaks, but we caught enough of them to get the general gist of things. Besides, the breaks allowed us to make love again back in my apartment. Overall, Sinulog Sunday was made even more enjoyable because of the breaks.

Because the Philippines is a strongly Catholic and conservative country, and because Sinulog is considered a religious festival by the Church, Sinulog doesn't get nearly as rowdy as Mardi Gras in New Orleans or Carnival in Rio (where bare breasts are the norm), but it had its wild side as well.

I knew there were a lot of gays in the Philippines. You couldn't live in AC and not know it. However, the bayots (lady boys or cross-dressers) really came out to play during the parade. They were everywhere you looked. I asked Jenny if that embarrassed the straight Filipinos to have so many gays openly flaunting themselves in public, but she just looked at me funny and said it was just a normal part of Filipino life. I guess it is just a different perspective of what "normal" means.

It was late (well after dark) before the parade finally came to an end. Every group in the parade had made a complete circuit of the parade route, so that each ended precisely where it began early in the morning. I knew that it was already past Jenny's curfew, so I would have to take her back to her boarding house early the next morning to ensure that she could make it to school on time.

All that night, between lovemaking sessions, Jenny was trying to (in subtle or not so subtle ways) convince me to let her move in with me. She assured me that she wouldn't take up much space and that she would treat me like a king, but I had just moved to Cebu, and I wasn't sure that I was ready to settle down with one girl just yet. I was honest with Jenny that our relationship might develop into something more serious, but that I didn't feel like being rushed into something. Therefore, she would be leaving for her boarding house early Monday morning.

When we woke on Monday morning, we packed up all of her new and old belongings, and I took her back to her boarding house. I told her that we could meet in the same place at Ayala on Friday if she would like, but she needed to put her focus back on school so she would graduate in a few years. I dropped her off in front of her boarding house near the university, kissed her passionately in front of a bunch of her classmates, and rode off on my motorcycle. I'm sure that I totally embarrassed her.

I met her again on Friday after her classes. We had dinner, and all through the meal, she kept forcefully insisting that I let her move into my apartment. She wasn't listening to anything I said. It turned out that some of her classmates had told her that this was the way to make me fold and let her have her way. Although I had no problem inviting a girl to live with me, and or even having her subtly hinting that she would be willing to live with me, I absolutely hated having a girl insist that I let her move in with me. Unfortunately, Jenny just wouldn't drop it, regardless of how many hints I gave her to stop. She thought she would win in the end.

Instead, I excused myself to go to the restroom, quietly paid the bill at the cahier's desk, went down to the underground parking lot, got on my motorcycle, and rode away. I don't like to be pressured into doing something I don't want to do. By the time Jenny realized that she had made a huge mistake, I was already moving on to another girl. By the way, Jenny never got pregnant from our couplings. Thank God for that.

Cebu City had a lot of universities, and it turned out that every one of the universities had girls who wanted to be with American men (for whatever reason). I enjoyed the next several years in Cebu because there were a lot of available girls to choose from, and no shortage of replacements if one didn't work out well. Some girls, I wanted to marry, and others I did not. One nice thing was that it didn't usually take Filipinas long to show who (and what) they truly were inside.

Chapter 55 -- Maria

Maria was singing beautifully in a choir of eight young women when I first noticed her. I'm not really very religious anymore (I've seen too much of the ugly side of life), but I like to connect with the community I am living in, and what better way is there to do that than by attending the local church? I had several good experiences in churches around the Philippines.

There I was, sitting in the Cebu Cathedral in Cebu City, listening to an almost heavenly sound coming from the choir and watching a particularly beautiful girl performing the lead vocal and singing like an angel in paradise.

I would guess she was 5'2" and maybe 100 pounds dripping wet, with straight shiny black hair to her waist. For the remainder of the Mass, I edged ever closer to the choir area, so that when the priest's final blessing was given, I could have some chance of catching up with her before she left.

Then, she was chatting with her friends in the choir after Mass. I waited until she started getting ready to leave before I approached the final few steps to talk with her.

I said, "You sing as beautifully as you are beautiful."

She looked up and was startled, but replied, "Thank you."

I introduced myself as Pete and found out that her name was Maria. "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl," I said.

"Where are you from?" she asked. In the Philippines, this is code speak for, 'I could be interested in you if I know you better.'

I told her that I was originally from the US, but that I have been living on various islands of the Philippines for a while.

She was focused on me, and her next question got right to the point. "Where is your wife or girlfriend, Pete?"

I replied, "I have no wife or girlfriend."

Of course, her next question was, "Why not?"

I replied, "Well, I just haven't found the right girl yet, but I have been looking for her. I would love to find a girl who would love me as much as I love her. I want to find a love that lasts for life."

Maria looked at me and smiled. I had obviously answered correctly, so I asked, "Do you have to be anywhere right now?"

She said, "Not really. Why do you want to know?"

"I thought I might invite you to have lunch if you have time," I replied.

She looked closely at me before saying, "Where?"

"Just a restaurant," I replied.

She asked, "Can I bring my friend?"

I replied, "Aw, I was hoping that you were an adult. Only a child would ask for a chaperone."

That made her defensive, and Maria replied, "I am an adult. I am at university, but I barely know you."

I said, "I will take you to someplace public, if that helps." That seemed to calm her, and she agreed to go with me to lunch.

I got a taxi to take us to a small café close to my apartment where we could talk and not be disturbed. I wanted to get to know this girl, but I wasn't sure about her age, and I didn't want to have legal problems in the Philippines, so I needed to know more about her before we got involved.

We arrived at the café, and we were seated in a small booth in the back. There were no other customers in the café, so the place was nice and quiet. I ordered drinks for both of us, and then I started asking her questions.

Maria said she was a student at Cebu Normal University (CNU) and was studying to be a nurse. I asked what year she was, and found out Maria had just finished her first year, so she still had three more years to go.

"Where do you live?" I asked.

"I live with my sister and her husband in Mandaue City. I used to live here in Cebu City with my parents, but they moved back south to Argao," she answered. "That was too far to go for school, so I have been staying with my sister until I could figure out something else." Then she turned the question around asking me where I lived.

I replied, "I live in Vistana Residences near CNU. I like the central location." She seemed to be in deep thought. "Wow. You are close to my school. That would be really nice. I have to ride jeepneys to and from school every day."

"What is your favorite color?" I asked.

"Blue."

"Mine too."

"What is your favorite food?" I asked.

"Italian, but I don't get it very often. Mostly we eat adobo or rice and fish. And yours?"

"I am partial to a tender medium rare steak, but they are hard to come by here in Cebu," I answered.

She laughed. "Why is it the Americans like their beef undercooked?"

"It's because beef gets tough when it is overcooked. Haven't you noticed?"

She looked down and answered, "I don't really like beef because it is always tough."

"Now you know why," I said.

"Maybe," she replied.

"Have I told you how beautiful I think you are?" I asked.

"Thank you. I don't really see myself as beautiful." Maria replied.

"Well, I certainly do." I said. "When I saw you in the choir today, I knew that I had to get to know you. Just being here with you makes me happy and makes me feel a little closer to paradise."

"How old are you?" Maria asked.

"I am fifty," I replied. "Is that too old?"

"I don't think so, if there is love, then age doesn't matter," she said.

"That is music to my ears," I said "because I think I could easily fall in love with you. In fact, if there is such a thing as love at first sight, I may have already fallen for you."

Her eyes lit up at that comment. "I felt something too when I first saw you. You surprised me by introducing yourself in the cathedral." Maria said. "I think we should get to know each other better."

"I agree," I replied. "This café has pretty good food. Let's eat," and with that I called the waiter over so we could order. An hour and a half later, we were done with lunch, both of us satisfied with our meals.

The conversation slowed down a bit, and again, Maria commented again on how nice it would be to live so close to school. She said she was jealous, that she wouldn't have to get up so early to make it to classes or have to ride stinky jeepneys all the time, and she could go home for lunch if she lived so close.

"Would you like to see my apartment?" I asked.

She hesitated, and then said, "I'm not sure. I've never been alone with a man in his room before. I really don't have a lot of experience with men or boys at all."

"It's OK. I just thought you might like to see the apartment where I live," I replied.

She thought for a minute and then said, "OK."

We were only a block or so from my apartment building, so we were there in minutes. I unlocked the apartment door and let her enter first. She immediately liked it. At first, she noticed how neat my apartment was, then it was the nice furniture, and finally, she liked the view from my balcony.

My apartment wasn't really that big, but she thought it was. I had a one-bedroom, one-bath, kitchenette apartment that I rented. It was centrally located and comfortable. I had a king-size bed in my bedroom.

When she saw that, she asked, "Are you sure you don't have a girlfriend? This bed is too big for one person."

I told her, "I don't plan to be alone forever. Would you like to be my girlfriend?" This might have been a little bit too aggressive. Maria had said she never had a boyfriend before, and she wouldn't know what to do if she did.

I asked her, "Do you trust me?"

She bit her lip and said, "I do. I don't know why. I barely know you."

I told Maria that if she let me be her boyfriend, I would take care of her and she would not have to worry about money as I would take care of all of her expenses.

Her eyes got big and she replied, "That would be wonderful. My family is poor, and I barely have enough money to go to school. I seldom get to eat lunch because I just don't have enough money for it."

I moved over to her by the bed, and asked, "Will you be my girlfriend then? You can move in with me if you want."

She closed her eyes to think, taking a deep breath, and I leaned in to softly kiss her lips. The kiss seemed to last forever, but was probably less than a minute. She practically melted in my arms.

When we broke the kiss, she said, "That was my first kiss, and it was so much better than I expected."

She paused, and then she nodded and said, "Yes. If you will pay my expenses, I will be your girlfriend if you want, but you will have to guide me because I know nothing. I hope that you aren't just playing with me. I trust you because we met in the cathedral, and I like everything about you, so please don't betray me."

She continued, "You are a handsome man, and if you want me to be your girlfriend, I would hope to be your wife someday. I am a good Catholic girl, but I am willing to take a chance that you are also a good Catholic and will someday marry me." Maria's face glowed as she said this to me. Then, she leaned in again and we were kissing more passionately this time.

I really hadn't expected her to agree so quickly. Good Catholic Filipinas usually hold out for a while deciding what is the proper thing to do, but Maria seemed to have already made up her mind, and her mind (and her heart) told her that I was the one. It took me by surprise to the point that I wasn't really sure what to do. However, I was enjoying the kiss, and I leaned us over until we were lying side-by-side on the bed. She didn't resist at all.

My tongue was exploring her mouth, and my hands were exploring her body, at least as much as I could with both of us fully dressed. Maria was still in her church dress, and I was in a dress shirt and slacks. We had both dropped our shoes at the door when we entered the apartment on my suggestion. My right hand wandered up and down her sides, making sure that I contacted the side of her breast every time my hand wandered near there.

Maria was moaning into my mouth, and I was really enjoying her reactions to my touches. I left her mouth and kissed my way to her earlobe and neck. If anybody tells you that a caramel-colored Filipina can't blush, they don't know what they are talking about. Maria's face, neck and upper chest were all turning a pinkish hue as I nibbled and sucked on her exposed skin.

"Oh my!" was all she could say at first. "I never knew I could feel like this."

My right hand found the hem of her dress, and was caressing Maria's bare thighs all the way up to her panties, eliciting even more moans and gasps from her. I don't think she had even realized that I was now lying on top of her with my knees between her legs.

Before we rolled, I had reached behind her and lowered the zipper of her dress baring her back. With that, I was able to kiss my way further down to her upper chest, scattering kisses liberally across her skin. Have you ever seen an Asian girl with goosebumps? I have. Maria's skin was covered in them.

I didn't want to scare Maria, so I kept it slow. I gradually lowered her dress from her shoulders while I kept her mind occupied with my kisses on her mouth, face, earlobes, neck and upper chest. Pretty soon, her dress was low enough to pull her arms from the sleeves, leaving her mostly bare from the waist up.

I went back to French kissing her while I unhooked the back of her bra. I was somewhat surprised by what I found under her bra. As it was slowly dragged from her breasts and arms, a beautiful set of 32 D breasts were revealed. I have no idea how she had been hiding those beauties under her bra.

Most women that I've known in my life use bras to enhance their breast size, but Maria was doing the opposite. I had no idea that she was so well built. Most Filipinas are A or B cup. Anything larger is very unusual. Maria was definitely an exception to that rule. Her breasts were perfect, with small light brown areolas and eraser-sized nipples. I could tell they had never been suckled.

I continued kissing her as I played with her nipples between my fingers and thumbs. When I couldn't resist any longer, I lowered my lips to her nipples, softly suckling each in turn and alternating between them.

All the while Maria moaned and sighed. "I never knew. I never knew," she kept repeating.

She was tenderly holding my head against her chest as I caressed her nipples and breasts. I even gave her a couple of love bites on her lower breasts where I sucked her tender skin a little too hard. It was about that time when Maria started unbuttoning my shirt. I raised up enough that she could get to all of the buttons and pull the shirt tails out of my slacks. I was surprised that she was bold enough to do this.

Since there was now a bit of room between us now, I took the opportunity to scoot her dress down over her hips and off of her legs. She even helped me by lifting her bottom off the bed as I pulled the dress down and off her feet.

I thought this may have been a bit too much too soon because Maria became very shy, hiding her face in her hands. She said, "I have always been a good Catholic girl, and I have never allowed a boy to touch my body. I think I should stop you, but for the first time in my life, I'm not sure that I want to stop."

I suddenly realized that this might be the girl I had been looking for all of my life. I gazed into her eyes and said, "I think I love you. I will protect you."

A tear came to her eye, and she said, "I love you too, and even though I'm scared, I won't stop you from making love to me."

Maria pulled me in for another deep kiss as my fingers slowly massaged her pussy through her panties. She was quickly getting really wet down there. Even though she had absolutely no experience, her body was leading her to react as she should. I have always thought that experience is no substitute for good instincts.

My fingers played in her slit through her panties until she started to tremble. Then, I slid my finger under the side of her panties to touch her pussy directly. Maria was soaked inside her vulva. From her clit down to her vaginal entrance, her labia were as slick as they could be. Juices were running out of her vagina and running down between her legs. She was trembling the whole time, not from fear, but from pleasure.

I lifted Maria's panties away from her pussy and, with her assistance, slid them down her legs and off her feet. Then, I kissed my way back to her breasts again, kissing them all over as she continued to tremble. I was pretty sure that Maria was going into sensory overload, with her brain no longer able to handle the amount of stimulation her body was receiving.

Without lifting my mouth from her breast, I undid my belt and zipper and slid my slacks and boxers down off of my legs and feet. Now, there was nothing separating us. I continued kissing her body, down across her navel to the top of her pussy.

Most Filipinas don't shave their pubic hair, and Maria was no exception. However, her pubic hair was short, straight and soft, not trimmed or kinky as one might think. In fact, her small patch of pubic hair was only above her slit, and was never in the way as I kissed my way down to her pussy.

Maria asked me what I was doing, as she had never even imagined that a man would want to kiss a woman's bottom. I assured her that this was what people in love did to ensure their partner's pleasure, and that I wanted to do everything I could to make this a wonderful experience for her. She was still a bit uncomfortable, but Maria allowed me to continue.

Maria's body started to shake as my tongue found her labia and then her clitoris. Over and over again, I massaged every part of her pussy to bring her to the height of pleasure. Just when it seemed Maria would be wearing out from a pleasure overdose, and me with her, she clutched me tightly and her body started jerking around uncontrollably.

"My God," she screamed as her climax overtook her. "What is happening to me?"

Juices were pouring out of her now, so I took the opportunity to slide up her body and position the head of my cock at her vaginal entrance while she was spasming from her orgasm. One quick push, and my hard-as-steel cock was firmly lodged deep in her vagina, her hymen only a memory.

Maria screamed again, but then relaxed a little as her orgasm continued to wrack her body. A couple of more pushes and my cock was fully buried in her pussy, filling her depths. She was so tight, I thought her pussy would squeeze my cock off inside.

Once my cock was buried up to her cervix, I held still for a few minutes, while her body got used to my rock-hard cock inside of her. After a bit, Maria experimentally flexed her inner muscles around my cock, and I started slowly sliding my cock in and out of her pussy. The sensations were amazing. Maria was moaning her pleasure.

In a few minutes, she sighed, "I love you. I hope you really love me too or I am ruined."

I gradually lengthened my strokes and built up a steady rhythm. Maria started pushing back against me as I thrust my cock into her. The brief sharp pain she had felt when I tore her hymen was now just a faint memory, and Maria was filled with pleasure as my cock filled her pussy over and over again.

Maria became more and more vocal the longer my cock slid in and out of her vagina, to the point where I hoped my neighbors didn't hear her. The look on Maria's face was a turn-on in itself. She had a look of total bliss.

I kissed her passionately again. Her whole body undulated beneath me while our tongues continued to dance between our mouths. It finally got to the point where I didn't think I could last much longer, and I was sure that she was already experiencing minor orgasms from the action. I decided to speed up the pace and bring this to a good conclusion.

My cock was sliding full length in and out of her, pressing against the entrance to her cervix with each thrust. Maria was moaning into my mouth, almost grimacing with the pleasure she was feeling.

Then it happened. Maria's whole body froze up, her pussy clamping down on my raging cock, causing me to lose all control. Suddenly, I was pressing firmly against her cervix. I was shooting rope after rope of sperm through her cervix and deep into her womb, potentially millions of tiny sperm cells seeking out her fertile egg in the deep recesses of her body. I had no idea what part of her cycle she was in, and I didn't really care.

My cock continued to shoot spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum deep into her womb, and I didn't ever want to let my cock slide out of her pussy. It felt like this was where I was intended to be, like this was home. Maria obviously felt the same way, clutching my waist in her legs, seemingly trying to pull my cock deeper and deeper into her very core. I was lost in paradise.

I was so tired. Even with all the girls I had been with before, I had never experienced anything like this. It was as if my head was surrounded by fog, a warm comforting fog that wanted me to stay there forever. That was how I fell asleep, a fuzzy warmth surrounding me and my cock still lodged deep inside of Maria.

It was still Sunday when we woke, still in each other's arms. It was getting late, though, and I asked her what she wanted to do.

She just smiled, and asked me, "Do you love me?"

"I think I do," I replied. I meant it too.

"Then, I just want to stay here with you forever," Maria said. And with that, she once again kissed me.

"Don't you think we should at least get something to eat, or go get your clothes so you can move in with me?" I asked.

Again, a smile lit up her face. "You really want me to move in with you?"

"I don't think I could continue to live without you," I replied. That, of course, resulted in another deep kiss from Maria.

"I think we should probably do both of those things then," she said. "I will have to explain things to my sister, but I don't want to tell her that we just met today. I don't think that would go over too well with either her or my parents, and I don't want to hurt my family."

"Don't worry. Make up whatever story you want to tell your sister and parents, and I will go along with it." I replied.

"I can't believe that your cock is still so hard inside of me. Maybe we should do something about that before we do anything else." she said. "If you are going to be my man, I want to make sure that you are always happy with me and never want to leave." And with that, Maria's hips were rocking beneath me.

The funny thing is that I hadn't even realized that my cock was still rock-hard and deep inside of her. That didn't happen with most other girls. When I did realize that my cock was once again sliding in and out of her pussy, a smile crept over my face. I could get used to this.

Maria was moving against me as if this was totally normal for her, even though she had been an innocent virgin just a few hours before. It still felt like paradise to me inside of her pussy. Since I had just cum, I figured that I would last a long time before I came again, and I was right.

With her vaginal muscles squeezing my cock, it was swelling even more inside the tight confines of her warm, wet pussy, and eventually we were both climaxing together again, with my cock shooting another huge load of sperm through her cervix and deep into her womb, and her vagina doing everything it could to milk every drop of sperm out of me.

After a while, I rose from the bed, and I suggested that we get a shower together. Maria was still a little shy, as innocent Filipinas often are, and she tried to cover herself with the sheet as I pulled her from the bed. Once up, though, she was quick to move into the bathroom. Even then, though, she hesitated getting into the shower.

She wasn't used to a shower that actually worked and had hot water available, so she didn't turn the control. I quickly turned the water to warm, and then we both got wet under the stream of water. Hot water was provided by an in-line water heater, like it usually is in the Philippines, when such things are available at all, so there was no danger of running out of warm water.

Amazingly, we didn't make love again in the shower, although we did take extra care in washing each other's body parts. Over all, it was a good thorough shower, and we were both squeaky clean and refreshed as we took our time drying each other's body off with soft, fluffy bath towels.

It wasn't until we returned to the bedroom that Maria noticed the bloody spot in the middle of the bottom sheet. "Oh no, I have ruined your sheets," she said.

"Don't worry, I have other sets of sheets, and that can be cleaned," I replied. Maria started pulling the sheet from the bed, and found that the stain had soaked through into the mattress liner as well.

Note to self: ALWAYS put a towel down on the bed before laying a woman down there. It totally felt like a newbie mistake.

We removed both, and I pulled out a bottle of Shout to spray the blood spots. Then, we put the sheets under the shower (on the shower floor), wet them, poured a little Oxyclean on the spots, and left them for later. "Don't worry. They will be good as new, and the rest of the stain will wash out easily after we return," I said. "Besides, I was the one who broke your hymen and made you bleed."

"True," Maria replied.

After we dressed, I called for another taxi, and I took her to a decent restaurant at City Times Square for dinner. Then, it was on to her sister's small home in Mandaue City to pick up her clothes. It took a while for Maria to tell her sister that we had met in church a couple of months before and had been quietly seeing each other since then.

She told her sister that she had decided that I was her one and only, and when I had asked her to move in with me, there was only one possible answer. Her sister kept looking at me while Maria explained all of this to her, but her sister was smiling (and not frowning) the whole time Maria was talking to her, so I knew we had her support.

"Nanay (Mom) and Tatay (Dad) won't be happy, but I will take your side," she said. "Don't worry. They will accept it. I can tell that you are in love."

Maria hugged her sister. They gathered up her clothes and shoes in some plastic shopping bags and put a garbage bag over her hanging clothes, and then Maria and I took another taxi back to my place. When we got there, I consolidated my folding clothes into a couple of drawers in my dresser and made room for her hanging clothes in my closet. It was good I didn't have too many clothes because we were able to fit all of her clothes in easily.

Maria had not forgotten the sheet and mattress liner, and she immediately went into the shower to wash them with Oxyclean using a bucket and brush. Pretty soon, there was no trace of stain left, and she was happy with the result. She said that the laundry soap they normally used would never have removed the stains, so she was impressed. We hung the sheet and liner over the shower rod and went back to the bedroom.

Luckily, I had a few different sets of bedding for my bed, so we pulled off the rest of the bedding and replaced it with all new pieces. She said she liked this set even better than the first set. I had to admit that I, too, liked the smell and feel of the new bedding when it first came out of the original packaging, which this set did.

I lay down on the bed, and she snuggled in close next to me with her back toward my front. I have always enjoyed spooning, so it made me happy that she also seemed to like this.

After a few minutes of silence, she asked, "Were you serious when you said you would take care of my expenses?"

I replied, "Yes."

"OK. School will be starting soon, and I will have to pay for tuition and books, along with some other fees," she said.

I replied, "No worries. I said I will take care of you and I will." And I meant it. This girl was worth my taking care of her.

She turned over to face me and said, "Thank you. I am all yours, and I will do anything you want. You already know I have no experience, though, so you should know that I may be shy from time to time if I am uncomfortable with what we are doing."

"However, as you take care of me, I will take care of you," she continued. "I will cook for you, clean for you, wash your clothes and do anything you want me to do in or out of our bed." And then, she leaned in to kiss me deeply.

"I can't think of anything I would want more than to be here with you," I breathed to her through our kiss. With that, we were kissing even more deeply, and I started removing her clothes as she removed mine. I was glad that I had good air conditioning in my apartment because it was very warm outside.

Somehow, we ended up with her on top of me with her legs straddling my hips. Maria's pussy was openly weeping her lubrication onto my cock as she slid up and down across my shaft. I reached down to slightly reposition myself, and the tip of my cock slid easily into her tight, wet and warm depths.

"Oh my God. That feels so good," she cried as my cock slid smoothly into her pussy.

I had been with many Filipinas before Maria, and most of those girls had even lost their virginity to me, but I have to say that this was probably the best feeling I ever had. I was not only feeling her with my body, but with my spirit as well. Maybe this really was where I was meant to be. I had seldom thought too much about settling down with one woman (and it had never worked out anyway), but I was certainly willing to give that thought a chance with Maria. In any event, I definitely wanted this for now. Who knew what the future would hold?

Maria's eyes rolled back in her head as she slowly rode me cowgirl-style, and her pussy juices were making me very messy as she slid back and forth on my cock. I like messy sex because it tells me that the girl is truly enjoying herself. And even though I knew she was still sore from our earlier experiences (she told me), it was obvious that the pleasure was far outweighing the pain for her.

She got up on her feet straddling my hips and starting bouncing up and down on my cock, taking it into her pussy as deeply as she could. Our bodies were slapping together in a wet world of sexy juices flowing freely from her pussy.

This went on for quite a while. I was surprised that she wasn't totally worn out from all of her exertions. That was one thing about Maria that I didn't yet understand. When she set her mind to something, she pushed through to the end, regardless of how hard it was.

There really wasn't much hardship for her though, as she was nearly buzzing with excitement as she repeatedly pushed her pussy down over my cock. I finally couldn't take it anymore, and I grabbed her hips to pull her pussy down hard against me as I pressed firmly against her cervix and pumped load after load of sperm deep into her womb.

Maria slumped down on me, and again kissed me deeply saying, "I love you." We fell asleep like that. When I awoke, she was lying in the crook of my arm with her head on my shoulder. She had a smile on her face.

In the morning, I asked Maria where she was in her menstrual cycle. She replied that she had just completed her period on Saturday. I asked if she wanted to get pregnant, or if she had even given that any thought.

She said she hadn't ever actually thought about it, and that being pregnant would make it difficult for her to continue school, but she would be OK with getting pregnant if I wanted that. I offered that we could get her started on birth control pills or have an IUD implanted, if she wanted, and then she would be safe and could continue her schooling without worry.

I had already cum in her a few times by this point, so it might have already been too late to think about things like that. However, she was likely in her "safe" time (if there really is such a thing), so we could probably prevent pregnancy if she wanted.

She replied that she did if I did, so I planned to take her to an OB/GYN that day to get a supply of birth control pills. She would probably be safe for a few more days, but then we would need to take precautions until her birth control pills took effect. It turned out that the OB/GYN convinced her that the IUD would be a better option, so she went with that.

We got up, took a shower (God how I wanted to bend her over, but we had places to go), and then Maria went to my small kitchen area to look around. She told me that she was a good cook, and she would rather cook for me than always going out for meals, if that was OK with me.

That sounded good, so I told her to write down a list of things she needed to cook and whatever food ingredients that she wanted to use in her cooking. I grabbed a pencil and notepad, and set them on the table for her.

We went to the OB/GYN, which was actually Maria's first visit ever to a doctor. Doctors in the Philippines supposedly require appointments, but they will take walk-ins, and once you are at their office, it is first-come-first-served anyway. Maria had an IUD implanted because that would be effective immediately. She didn't want to have a waiting period, and she was worried about side effects from the pill.

Once we were done at the doctor's office, and Maria had her IUD, we were off to the department store for kitchenware and dinnerware and finally to the supermarket for food. She was happy with the purchases we made, but she told me along the way that she could save me money and buy fresher produce and meats by shopping at open markets instead of shopping at the supermarket.

I have never been against saving money, so I gave her the go-ahead to shop wherever she wished. I would give her money to shop, and she would go to the markets for ingredients. I would have accompanied her, but she said that everything would be more expensive if the vendors knew she was with a Kano (the Filipino name for foreigners).

So, I went to someplace close-by to the market where I could hang out while she shopped, and Maria ventured into the open markets alone. She proved her statements by getting some amazing prices, and she periodically brought bags full of groceries to where I was sitting near the market.

After we got home from our shopping trip, I was tired, so she had me lay down and take a nap while she got things put away and fixed dinner. I must say, I could get used to this. I felt pampered, maybe even spoiled. Maria was settling right into domestic life, and she was very good at it too. It was almost as if we were already married.

Most importantly, she always found enough time and enthusiasm to be sexy with me every day, and sometimes several times a day. Maria was still on summer break from school (which isn't really in the summer in the Philippines), and we would have to see how things went after school started, but for the time being, it was like being on a honeymoon.

It turned out that her school expenses weren't that bad. In the US, kids got good grades in high school so they could get accepted by the best universities, but the best universities were also usually also the most expensive. Scholarships were great if you could get one, but most couldn't.

In the Philippines, kids also had to have good grades to get into the best universities, but in the Philippines, some of the best universities were also the cheapest, since most of the best universities were government operated and subsidized, and all other universities were privately operated. Cebu Normal University (CNU) was one of the best universities in the central Philippines, but because it was a government operated university, it was also very cheap.

So, the next week I paid for Maria's tuition for the next semester. One thing that stuck out was that every time I did something special for Maria (like paying for something), then Maria would do special things for me.

After I paid for her tuition, she cooked me a special dinner, gave me a massage and put on her best sexy see-through nightie (which I had purchased for her the first day we went shopping). Funny that she seldom wore her nighties for long though, and we mostly slept in the nude after I had removed her nightie from her body during foreplay. A simple sheet over us and skin-to-skin contact was all we needed to sleep comfortably.

Even though she was fully safe with the IUD, Maria wanted to find different ways of letting me have a release. She learned how to give a hand job and a blow job, and she even let me slide my cock into her ass with the help of liquid Astroglide lubricant. That hurt her, even with the lubricant, and although she said she would let me do it again if I wanted to stick my cock there, Maria didn't think she would enjoy it. Truthfully, her pussy was so tight that her ass didn't hold that much extra benefit for me. I was as happy shooting her pussy full of sperm as anything else we did. The rest was just for novelty.

Every morning, I was waking up to breakfast in bed. She would get up early to clean and cook. Then, she would bring me my breakfast and snuggle back into bed with me, which might or might not lead to full sex. We were seldom going out to eat any more, and that turned out to be a lot cheaper than even going out for all of my meals alone. The cooking gear I bought with her quickly paid for itself.

We got into a bit of a routine which, of course, changed when Maria started back to school again. It meant that she was gone for long periods every weekday, and she had homework and group meetings to attend to as well. She would still make me breakfast in bed, but there may not be time for a romp afterwards.

Then, she would usually return in time to cook us lunch, which we would eat together. Maria always tried to do something special for dinner. Depending on her class schedule and study schedule, sex was had whenever there was an opportunity.

I had been spoiled during summer break by having access to her any time I wanted her, and the new schedule meant that I needed to find something to fill my days (and sometimes evenings when she had group meetings).

Now, what does a guy do in Cebu to fill his time, if he can't access his honey whenever he wishes? Well, in my case, I just dropped back into my old routine from before I met Maria. I would either go to a spa to get a massage or go to a bar and hang out with my friends.

Yes, I enjoy talking with other guys, and I like watching girls dance as well, so going to bars was no hardship. Of course, the girls would like more from you than to just have you watch them dance, so some of them might get somewhat aggressive in offering other "services" (or whatever you wish to call it).

Likewise, it is quite common to be offered "extras" in Philippine spas. Either way, it is very easy to get into sexual situations with bar girls or massage girls, so you had to be careful if you were being faithful to somebody. Some girls weren't even that interested in making money. Many of these girls would just like to be intimate with a Kano on the off-chance he might fall in love and marry them.

If you live in the Philippines, you quickly learn that everybody is connected to everybody. The "grapevine" is unbelievable. It doesn't matter where you go or who you go with, somebody will know about it and it will get back to other people. How do I know this? After a few months of Maria's school schedule, she told me that a friend of hers saw me going into a massage parlor.

Maria asked me if her massages weren't good enough. I told her that I enjoyed her massages, but that they were fewer and further between since she started school again. She asked if I wanted her to quit school, and I told her that I thought school was how she would improve her life in the future, so she shouldn't quit on my account.

She was obviously troubled, and just stated, "Tell me what you want me to do, and I will do it, but I don't like you going to other women for things I can do for you."

I asked if it was OK with her if I hang out with some of my friends in the bars. She said that was fine as long as my friends weren't women.

Then she asked, "What bars do you want to go to?"

I listed a few (but not the ones I had actually been going to), and she thought a minute.

"Aren't those girly bars?"

"Only one of them." I answered.

"Please don't go to the girly bars," she replied.

I agreed. Even though I hadn't done anything I shouldn't, I didn't want Maria to feel threatened.

So, now I knew where Maria stood on me being around other girls. It wasn't unusual really. Most Filipinas are pretty jealous and possessive (even if they say they are not), and it doesn't take much to set them off. However, unlike most Filipinas I had known, Maria didn't get angry. She just redoubled her efforts to give me whatever I wanted.

Luckily, university in the Philippines isn't nearly as difficult as university in the US. There isn't much individual work assigned except for the exams, which are mostly rote memorization.

Papers and presentations are mostly done by groups of students, so there is always somebody who knows what they are doing. That meant that Maria was able to adjust her schedule to maximize her time with me and spend less time working on group assignments after class.

The night we had this discussion, she changed into her nightie right after dinner, and gave me a great full-body massage before turning her full attention to my cock. Once it was rock hard, she sat on it until my cock was completely buried in her pussy, just to make sure I was totally lubed.

Then, she pulled off, got on her hands and knees, and asked me to take her from behind in any way I wanted. Well, how could I refuse? We started with doggy-style and then shifted to other positions. I'm sure she thought I would try anal again, but I didn't want to hurt her a second time. When I finally came in her pussy, she was orgasming right along with me, and we sank into the bed together.

As we lay there facing each other, Maria cupped my face with her hands and said, "I love you very much, and I will do whatever is necessary to keep you just for myself. I will try to always give you what you want and need without you having to ask, but if I miss something, please ask me anyway. And if I am doing something wrong, please tell me" Then, she leaned in for a deep kiss.

There were tears on her face, and I knew that she felt she was losing me. I wanted to reassure her that I wasn't going anywhere. I told Maria that I didn't need bars or massage parlors and that I would be happy to get anything I needed at home with her. I kissed the tears from her eyes and told her that as long as she was there for me, I would be there for her. I wouldn't stray as long as we were in a relationship.

She hugged me tightly, showering my face with butterfly kisses. I knew that I would never have to worry about her not being there for me as long as we were together. We fell asleep in each other's arms. This would become the new "normal" for us, wrapped in each other's arms throughout the night. Even with the risk of me having a nightmare while feeling confined, I wouldn't have had it any other way. Besides, Maria knew all about the nightmares and never smothered me with her embrace.

Maria was amazing. Every morning included breakfast in bed followed by a tumble in bed. She always came home for lunch and some afternoon delight before she went back to class. My evenings were filled with excellent dinners and romps in our bed and around the apartment.

Showers were almost always shared, and they often resulted in another tryst under the running water. In short, it didn't seem like life could get much better. And yet, life seemed to get better every day.

It was better every day until one day when I was watching YouTube videos on my laptop at home, waiting for Maria to come home for lunch. She was late, which was very unusual, but instead of hearing her using her key to enter the apartment, there was a firm knock on my door.

When I opened it, there were two Philippine National Police standing there. They asked if I knew Maria. I told them she was my girlfriend, and that she should be home soon if they would like to wait.

"I'm sorry sir, but Maria won't be coming home today. She was hit by a speeding vehicle while crossing the street this morning, and she didn't make it. Her neck was broken, and she died instantly," the cop said.

I was stunned. It felt like my brain short-circuited, and I collapsed where I was standing. The cops grabbed me and helped me inside to my couch. By that time, it had fully hit me what had happened and I was sobbing.

Maybe I should have asked her to quit school, get married and have babies with me. Then she wouldn't have been crossing busy streets on her way to and from school every day. Maybe we should have moved to a quieter place where traffic wasn't a problem.

"Oh my God," I said to myself. "What could I have done differently? What am I going to do now?"

I guess I was talking to myself out loud because one of the cops said, "Sir, there is nothing that you did or should have done that caused this or could have prevented this. Life is sometimes just too short here in the Philippines. It can be a dangerous place to live. All you can do is go on with your life."

It was true. He was right. Regardless of what I might have done differently, it might still have turned out the same. In my experience, kids weren't taught to look both ways when crossing the street here in the Philippines (or if they were, they didn't listen), and many adults walked out into traffic without ever looking up from their cell phones. I had seen it myself many times and had wondered how anybody in this country survived with as careless as they were with their lives.

I asked the cops if they could make sure her sister and parents were notified. I had never met Maria's parents, and I wasn't sure how I would be received at this point and under these circumstances. They asked for names and addresses and said they would take care of it.

I asked how they had found me, and they said that Maria had listed our address on her current school registration with me as her emergency contact, and my name was at the top of her contact list in her phone.

I contacted Maria's sister later that evening and told her I would pay for all of Maria's funeral and burial expenses. I owed Maria that much at the very least. I had promised that I would take care of her and keep her safe, and I had failed her.

I met Maria's parents at the viewing, and they thanked me for taking good care of her and how she told them she was so happy, even though they had tears in their eyes now. That's OK. I had tears in my eyes as well.

So, that was Maria's story. I have wonderful memories of her. I often have dreams of what could have been. I see small children running around at her feet and her smiling down at them. I see so many things that will never be. But in the end, I believe that all things happen for a reason, and I will always treasure the time that I spent with my beautiful Maria who I'm sure now sings with the other angels in heaven.