Chasing Paradise Ch. 56 - 60

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 56 -- Princess

A few months after losing Maria, I met Princess on an online dating site for Filipinas. Amazingly, this is the number one way nowadays that foreigners meet Filipinas who want to be with foreigners. I actually lived in the Philippines, which made me an oddity on the dating sites, as most foreigners on the sites were currently living in their home countries.

Many Filipinas who are online avoid foreigners who actually live in the Philippines. That would seem counterintuitive until you realize that there are many who would rather scam a foreigner than meet him. That made Princess unusual because she actually contacted me because I lived here. I lived in Cebu City, and my profile said that I was seeking a long-term relationship.

Princess: Hi

Me: How are you? Tell me a little about yourself.

I had already read her profile, which said that she was 18, looking for marriage and living on the west side of Cebu Island (about 50 kilometers from me).

Princess: I live at home with my parents and sisters. I am Catholic. Are you?

Me: How many sisters do you have? Yes, I am Catholic too.

Princess: I have 5 sisters. I am the oldest, so there is a lot of pressure on me to get married, so I can help the family. My father is a farmer, so we always have something to eat, but there isn't a lot of money for other things. I'm glad you are Catholic. What church do you go to?

Me: Six girls. That is a lot. No wonder your parents want to push some out the door. Hehehe... It is good to always have something to eat. It is a blessing that many don't understand. I usually go to the cathedral, but it depends on how I am feeling. What are you looking for in a man?

Princess: I want a mature man who can take care of me and who understands the importance of family.

Me: We'll get to family later, but right now I want to know about you. How much experience do you have with men or boys? Have you ever had a boyfriend?

Princess: I have never had a boyfriend. When I was in high school, I wanted to do well, and after I graduated, my mother expected me to help with the home and my sisters. I've never really had time for boys.

Me: How do you get online?

Princess: My neighbor let me have her old computer, and I connect through her WIFI. My computer is in my bedroom, but I share the bedroom with my sisters. It is better than before though. My father just added the bedrooms to the house. Before that, we all slept in one room.

Me: That must have been interesting sleeping in the same room with your parents. Did you learn about how men and women get together by watching your parents?

Princess: Yes. I understand how that works, but I've never done it. I want to save myself for my special somebody.

Me: So, you are waiting for marriage?

Princess: Hopefully, but my parents didn't get married until after 3 of us girls were born, so I know that marriage doesn't always come first.

Me: Would you consider moving in with somebody you thought might be the right man?

Princess: Yes

Me: I would like to meet you. Is that possible?

Princess: Yes. We could either meet in Balamban on my side of the island or in Cebu City where you live. I have enough money to take a jeepney to the city, but I would need your help to get me home if we don't like each other in person.

Me: Do you have to go back home the same day?

Princess: Why? Do you want me to stay overnight?

Me: If you want to and if we like each other, yes. Could you do that?

Princess: This is a big risk for me, but for some reason I trust you. Yes, I can do that. When do you want me to come?

Me: Thank you for your trust. When could you come to Cebu City? Where would we meet?

Princess: I can come Friday afternoon, if you want. We can meet at J-Y Square, where the jeepneys let people off.

Me: That sounds good. I will take you to Ayala Mall for dinner, so we can get to know each other better. Then, I will either give you jeepney fare for a trip back to your home, or I will take you to my home.

Princess: That does sound good. I will meet you at about 3 PM, if that's OK.

Me: Great. See you Friday. I will be wearing a red shirt.

That was one of the best online exchanges I had ever had with a Filipina, and I was really looking forward to Friday. Friday afternoon found me standing in front of J-Y Square waiting for Princess. I was holding up a sign with her name and a bouquet of flowers. She saw me as soon as she got off the jeepney, and came right to me. I gave her the flowers and a light kiss on the forehead (PDA is not favored in the Philippines, but a kiss on the forehead is OK).

We caught a taxi to Ayala, where we had dinner and talked for a couple of hours. When I was pretty sure she would stay with me, I asked, "Would you like to see my apartment? We can get more comfortable."

She replied, "OK."

Off we went in another taxi to my apartment. When we got inside, she immediately looked around the apartment. She was amazed at how big my king-sized bed was.

"Do you sleep in that by yourself? It is bigger than the bedroom where I sleep with my five sisters."

I smiled at her and said, "Well, I am hoping to have somebody to share the bed with in the near future."

"Me?" she replied.

"Yes. If you would like that," I said.

"Let me think about it. I will give you my answer shortly," she almost whispered.

We went out on the balcony and drank wine while we talked. Princess really liked the wine, and I kept her glass full. She had never had wine before, but I know that a lot of Filipinas like the taste of a sweet wine, so that was what she was drinking and I was sipping sparingly.

We spent several hours talking and drinking, and I finally asked her, "Have you decided whether or not you will stay with me?"

"Yes, I have decided," she replied, and we went back into the apartment. She turned to me and said, "When I first came, I wasn't sure about you, but I have decided that you are a good man, and I want to get to know you much better. I will stay with you tonight." That was music to my ears.

I moved close to her and took her into my arms to kiss her. At first, she wasn't sure what to do, but then she just let things happen and followed my cues. I kissed her softly at first and then asked if she liked that.

She nodded, so I kissed her more deeply, letting my tongue find its way into her mouth. Sweet is the only description I can give of the taste in her mouth. Maybe it was the wine, but both of us were enjoying swapping spit with each other.

We moved into the bedroom, and I asked Princess if she would like to use the bathroom first to get ready for bed. She said she would, but that she didn't really have proper night clothes with her. I told her that was fine, and that I preferred to sleep naked anyway. I was hoping that she wouldn't be too shocked by that, but she surprised me when she gulped, and then simply said, "OK."

I showed her where the big fluffy towels were, and I laid one out in the middle of the bed (just in case we made a mess later). Then, I showed her how the shower worked and she shut the bathroom door. Ten or fifteen minutes later, Princess came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. She said it was cold (I have AC), so I told her to pull the comforter up over her while I got a shower.

My shower only lasted a few minutes, and I shaved and brushed my teeth and hair before going back into the bedroom. I had a towel wrapped around my waist, so she wouldn't be totally shocked. My first stop was at the light switch. Many Filipinas are less shy when the lights are low or off. Even with the lights out in my room, there was still plenty of light to see.

I sat on the side of the bed, took off the towel around my waist and slid under the comforter with Princess. Only then did I roll over to face Princess. To my surprise, she had removed her towel and was laying there naked in bed with me. She was holding her lower lip between her teeth, so I knew she was thinking about something.

"What is it? I asked.

"I have never been with a man like this before, and I'm very scared. I hope that I have made the right decision in trusting you," she said.

"I can't answer that for you. Only you can, and you will have to see how I treat you before you can answer it," I replied. "Hopefully, I will prove myself worthy of your trust."

"That was exactly what I wanted to hear," she whispered, and then she leaned in to kiss me. We kissed for what seemed like forever, but was probably only minutes. The whole time, my hands were gently caressing her body, making sure that I avoided the really sensitive bits to start with. She obviously liked it because her body was eventually being pressed into mine, her erect nipples pressing into my chest.

We finally came up for air, but even then, she was planting little butterfly kisses all over my face. I decided to kiss her neck and earlobes. That produced shudders from Princess. Obviously, her neck and earlobes were extremely sensitive erogenous zones for her, and her body was starting to react to my ministrations. I continued nibbling on her earlobes, and then slid down to her neck, her shoulder and beyond.

Her erect nipples were now trying to cut holes in my chest. They were so hard, and even though her breasts and nipples were small, they fit her body perfectly, and right then, they were swollen to their maximum size. Perfect little brown nipples poked up from brown areolas, just barely larger in diameter than the nipples, and planted on her perfect caramel-colored breasts. Princess would never have to worry about tan lines.

My kisses and caresses slowly worked their way down to her breasts and nipples. Princess sucked in her breath when I first kissed a nipple and applied a little suction. Her eyes were wide open in wonder at the sensations she was feeling.

"I have often watched my mother breastfeeding one of my sisters," Princess said. "Somehow, I think this is different. My mother never shows any pleasure, but this feels absolutely wonderful."

"I think you're right," I replied. "There is a huge difference between a man suckling a woman's breast with love and a baby suckling a nipple for food. Babies only care about getting more milk out of the breast."

With that, I continued loving and softly suckling her nipples, making sure that both received equal attention. Princess was cradling my head in her arms, keeping me close to her breasts. She was sighing and moaning in pleasure the whole time.

My hands were not idle, however. My fingers had managed to find her pussy, and were playing along its length, from her clitoris to her vaginal entrance. Then again, even with her preoccupation on my activities around her nipples, my other activities had not gone unnoticed. Her legs were now spread wide, and Princess was happily giving me better access between them.

I quickly found her hymen with my finger, right at the entrance to her vagina. With some women, the hymen is a little deeper into their love tunnels, but with others, Princess included, the hymen was standing guard right at the gate. The hole in her hymen was so small, there was no possibility that I could stretch it without causing her pain. That made it impossible to tickle her G-spot without breaking her hymen, so I had to concentrate on her labia and her clit to get her excited.

It didn't take long before her pussy was as wet as Niagara Falls, with lubrication seeping out of the small hole in Princess' hymen, and her writhing in pleasure.

"Oh, wow!" was all she could say over and over again.

When I asked if she was enjoying this, Princess sighed, and said, "This is the best feeling I have ever had in my life. No wonder women let men have sex with them."

With that, I decided it was time to move the show further south, and my lips slid down over her belly button to her pubic area. Like most Filipinas at that time, Princess had never shaved her pubes, but like a lot of Asians, she didn't really need to. She only had a small, light spray of smooth black hair above her pussy, and there was nothing that would get in my way.

I kissed my way down to her slit and gave her a long lick along its length. This surprised Princess. She said, "That is nasty. You are licking where I pee."

I replied, "This is normal sexual activity, and any man who won't do this and love it is not worth having. I love the sweet taste of your pussy. There is nothing nasty about it."

I truly did love eating her sweet, juicy pussy. Her inner labia were small, and until she got really aroused, they were completely hidden by her outer labia. Since Princess was Asian, her inner labia were a slightly darker pink than a western woman's might be, but they perfectly matched everything else on her body. I found her pussy to be beautiful and perfect in every way, and it tasted heavenly.

I rediscovered her hymen at the entrance to her vagina and spent some time touching around it and stimulating her without damaging it. I had already determined that I would break her hymen with my cock, not my fingers or tongue. I concentrated on sucking and licking her inner labia, and soon her clitoris started to make its presence known as well.

At first, her clitoris was hidden under its hood, but finally it was sticking out, ready to be sucked. It was small, like everything else about this girl; but it was big enough to play with and caress.

After playing with her pussy for a while (and tweaking her nipples with my fingers and thumbs), I thought that Princess was ready for the next step. I slid up to where I could suck her nipples again, and then I slid up even further so we were kissing deeply again.

After sliding my cockhead around in her pussy juices, so the tip of my cock was nicely wet and seated in her vaginal entrance, I asked, "Are you ready?"

She blinked and replied, "Yes," and after kissing her deeply, I thrust my cock completely up into her vagina.

I'm sure she would have screamed, but I was kissing her deeply as I pushed into her, so her scream was never heard. There was no doubt that it hurt her though. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and I did my best to kiss them away.

I told her, "Just relax, and we won't move again until the pain starts to go away. This pain won't last long, and then it will feel good. I promise."

She hugged me tightly, but then her body started to relax a little. "That really hurt," she said. "It isn't so bad now, but I still want you to wait a little bit."

"Your wish is my command," I replied.

I continued to kiss her tears away, and kissed her lips softly from time to time. I felt her flexing her inner muscles on my cock, and then she slowly started to move against me, letting my cock slide in and out a bit.

Finally, she said, "I think we can try it again."

I slowly withdrew my cock from her pussy until only the head remained buried, and then I slowly slid it back in again. I kept things slow for three or four more times until I could feel her pussy loosening up and becoming more lubricated. Then, I started speeding up and driving more fully into her depths. Her body started moving against mine as I pushed deeper into her pussy.

Princess looked up at me. "You'd better keep your word to me and take care of me," she said.

"Don't worry. I am a man of honor," I replied.

With that, a smile crept across her face, her body shifted gears, and she was more in control of the action than I was. Obviously, the pain had turned into pleasure for Princess. I could barely keep up with her the way her pussy was driving itself down on my cock, but I did.

Soon, I could feel the point of no return approaching. I asked, "Where do you want me to cum?"

Princess had a surprised look on her face and said, "In my pussy, of course. There is no other place your sperm will ever land from now on. Your seed is my seed."

Well, that was a bit unexpected. Nevertheless, I was already at the finish line, and I drove even deeper into her, so that my sperm would enter directly into her womb. I have always loved it when a woman's cervix seems to open up during her orgasm to welcome my sperm in. A woman usually has to be ovulating or orgasming for that to happen, so I moved my fingers to strum her clitoris while I drove into her, and that pushed her over the top. You would think I had loosened a kingpin the way her body was flopping around in ecstasy.

Shot after shot of my hot cum was jettisoned directly into her womb, and I could feel her cervix pulsing against the head of my cock. Princess wanted me to fill her womb with my sperm, and that was exactly what I intended to do. Rope after rope of my sticky semen was pumped through her cervix and deep into her womb. In the end, I was exhausted. So was Princess.

I could no longer support my own weight, but I knew that I would crush her if I just lay down on top of her. So, I rolled us over, so that her body was on top of mine. I didn't want my cock to come out of her pussy, and it appeared that she wanted to stay connected as well.

"We are now one... completely joined," she said, and then Princess kissed me deeply. I was now officially in paradise.

I could see that this was going to be an adventure. I didn't originally have the intention of getting married right off because of all of my bad experiences with long-term relationships, but I was certainly willing to see where this would lead. If it led to marriage, then so be it. If Maria had taught me anything, it was that when you find something precious, you need to hold it tight.

Princess was a beautiful, loving girl (now a woman) who would make a great companion and lover if this lasted. We fell asleep in each other's arms like that, and it was only later that she finally allowed my cock to slide out of her in her sleep. I got up to go pee.

Once I got into the bathroom, I noticed the blood and dried cum on my cock, and got into the shower to clean off. When I returned, I noticed the blood in the middle of the towel I had laid down. Thank God for planning ahead. The towel kept my sheets from being totally ruined. I tried to get back into bed without waking Princess, but that was impossible. She realized that she, too, needed to pee and clean up.

When she came back to bed, she snuggled up to me and said, "I was a mess. I didn't realize it would be like that."

Having a new girlfriend is a bit like having a new baby. You generally don't realize how often you will be up during the night taking care of their needs. In the case of the girlfriend, however, she is also taking care of your needs, so I guess that's OK. It didn't take long, with her erect nipples rubbing against me, that my cock was once again standing at attention.

When Princess noticed my hard cock, she said, "Put that back inside of me," and she tried pulling me on top of her again.

I glanced at the clock, and it was about four in the morning. We would be sleeping in later this morning, but right then, duty called. I slid my cockhead up and down through her vulva until everything was wet, and then I slowly started sliding into her vagina. It was obviously very uncomfortable for Princess, having her hymen so recently been torn apart; but she wanted to do this, and who was I to argue?

When I hit bottom, and the tip of my cock was firmly pressed against her cervix, we started to fuck in earnest. There was no finesse to this, just straightforward fucking. God, it felt good to just pound her pussy. I knew it probably wasn't as good for her, but her pussy was really wet, so I knew she had to be getting some pleasure from it. The end came unexpectedly, and I came deep in her pussy before I could get her completely worked up again. My cock was pressed tightly against her cervix as my sperm was pumped deep into her womb.

At first, I collapsed on her after I filled her womb with my sperm, but then, with my cock still buried, I rolled a little to the side and then started working her clitoris and labia with my fingers. Pretty soon, her body was spasming and she was making all kinds of funny noises as she orgasmed. I figured we were done for the night. Yes, there would be another mess in the morning if any cum leaked out of her pussy, but we would deal with that then. Now, it was time to sleep.

I woke to Princess singing in the shower. The bathroom door was open, and I could clearly see her in the shower. I went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet to pee, and then got into the shower with Princess. She didn't notice me coming in, and it startled her when I slid into the shower behind her, but then she turned to face me, wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her wet body against me and kissed me deeply.

I will never grow tired of that. There is nothing better than a woman who pulls her man toward her when he touches her, rather than pushing him away, who opens her body to him fully and draws him in.

You can't teach a woman that either. It is something innate in a woman's personality, and she either has it or she doesn't. A woman who pushes her man away (for whatever reason) when he wants to be intimate isn't worth keeping. Unfortunately, over the years, I have met far too many women who turned out to be pushers rather than pullers, but for the most part, you won't find them in these stories.

Then, Princess turned her attentions to me and scrubbed my body from head to toe, paying special attention to certain bits in the middle. My hands weren't idle either, and I lovingly massaged her breasts and pussy. By the time we were done, both of us were ready for another round.

I surprised her again by facing her to the wall, with her hands out in front and her butt sticking out behind, and slid into her pussy from behind. It startled her at first, but she quickly decided that she liked this, and was soon pushing back hard against me as I drove my cock deep into her pussy.

The advantage to this position is that the man can play with the woman's clitoris and breasts while he fucks her pussy, so in no time at all she was screaming my name and shaking in orgasm. When I again felt the entrance to her cervix stretching against the head of my cock, I pressed against her cervix even more, so my cock was pumping spurt after spurt of hot sperm deeply into her womb.

That was all either of us could take, and we were soon unable to support our own weight. We ended up sitting on the shower floor with water spraying over us. All we could do was sit on the floor and kiss. If Princess wanted a bonding experience, she couldn't have scripted it better.

After we had fully recovered, we once again washed and rinsed ourselves off and returned to the bed. The sun still had not yet risen, and we both needed more sleep, so we crashed in a pile in the middle of the bed. If there had been any mess left over from the night before, it wasn't evident anymore.

We were soon both in a deep sleep, and neither of us woke again until late morning. When we did wake, Princess was wrapped in my arms and snuggled up against the side of me.

It had been a while since we had eaten, so we got dressed and headed out to a café in Ayala Mall. It was after noon by the time we finished, so I'm not sure what you call that. Anyway, we were full, so I decided to take Princess clothes shopping. I didn't want her to have to go back home any sooner than necessary.

I bought her a dozen new seamless panties, a couple of sheer baby doll nighties, some sandals and several nice sun dresses. I preferred my woman to be in a dress, so I didn't buy any shorts or blouses. I also didn't buy her any bras, since I preferred a woman to be braless when wearing a sun dress, which I also preferred. Spaghetti straps or strapless dresses were my favorite.

Princess was ecstatic, and she was very excited to take all of her new clothes back to the apartment to model them for me. The taxi ride home was filled with kisses, and the driver had a hard time keeping his eyes on the road.

She never expected me to buy these things for her. In fact, pretty much all of her clothes before that fit into the small bag she brought with her to visit me, so I had just multiplied her wardrobe. She now had clothes to wear anyplace I wanted to take her.

After we got to the apartment, I had Princess call her mother to tell her she was going to stay with me. I didn't want her mother to get worried and send out the PNP to find her.

She spent about an hour talking to her mother and explaining (I think) that she had found the love of her life. Her mother was actually happy for her, and I think she was giving Princess advice on how to make me happy.

The reason I say "I think" was because they were speaking Bisayan the whole time, with some English thrown in for good measure. I didn't understand much Bisayan, but I think I got the gist of the conversation.

Phone call done, Princess turned her attention to me. She took the clothes one at a time into the bathroom and came back out to model them for me. I must say, the dresses looked awesome on her, much better than the brief glimpses I got at the mall. Of course, she wore her new sandals with the dresses to show me how well they matched.

I convinced her that they all looked wonderful on her without a bra, and that I would prefer never seeing her in a bra again. That was hard for her to comprehend. Most Filipinas have it drummed into them that they are naked without a bra. It is a funny thing about Filipinas and bras. They will wear them even if the bra shows with their clothes because they have been taught that not wearing a bra is wrong. Personally, I think it looks slutty when a bra shows.

It often takes a long time to show a Filipina that what she learned is wrong, but Princess was eager to please me, so she adapted quickly. I never saw her in another bra. Her old bra was a granny bra anyway, so it didn't really look good with anything. I threw it away later that evening, so she would never even be tempted to wear it again.

I could buy her a modest dress for when we went someplace where a sun dress wouldn't be appropriate, but she would still be without a bra underneath her dress. After trying all of her new dresses on, Princess turned to the nighties. Each came with a G-string, so she put those on as well. When she came across the room, she made a show of bending over so I would have good views of her breasts and her ass.

Princess thought the G-string wasn't good for much, since it wouldn't hold anything in or out. I told her it was just there so her man could remove it as part of undressing her. She smiled when she heard that. She said, "Oh!" and promptly blushed.

Lastly, Princess modeled each of her new panties for me (with nothing else on). By the end of her little fashion show, my cock was straining to be released from my shorts.

She noticed, and came over to sit on my lap, asking, "Do you have another surprise for me in your shorts?"

I nodded and said, "You'll have to unwrap it and find out." All I could do was laugh while she opened my shorts and dropped them and my boxers to the floor. I wasn't laughing anymore when she leaned over to kiss my cock. She looked up at me and said, "I have never done this before, but I'm willing to try."

Princess kissed around the head, licking off the pre-cum, before trying to slide the entire head into her mouth. Then she looked up at me and said, "My mother said this would make you happy. Does it?"

I nodded "Yes."

She resumed her ministrations on my cock, but never really took it very deep. That usually comes with time, and I would have been surprised if she had been able to do that. Hell, I was surprised she was doing it at all.

She got a strange look on her face, and quickly took off her new panties "so she wouldn't get them messy" and continued working on my cock. It wasn't a very good blowjob, but it was good for a first time.

She quickly tired and climbed up over me to position her pussy above my cock. Then she lowered her pussy down over my cock until I was deep inside of her. "My mother also told me try it with me on top. This feels good."

I said, "Wow. Your mother was really open with you. I have never heard of another mother giving her daughter that kind of advice."

Princess replied, "I told my mother that I gave you my virginity last night, and at first she was saddened, but then she said that if I had made this commitment to you, then I had to do whatever was needed to make it work."

"I will do whatever it takes to stay with you and make you the happiest man on Earth," she stated. All this was said while her pussy was running up and down my cock, so if I wasn't already the happiest man on Earth, I had to be running a close second.

I could feel her natural lubricant running out of her pussy and down to my balls, so I know she was enjoying it too. I said, "If you continue this way, I will not only be the happiest man on Earth, I will try to make you happy as well."

"I am already happy," she said.

We didn't last very long before I was blasting sperm through her cervix and deep into her womb again. I could definitely get used to this. Then it dawned on me, "Are you on any kind of birth control?"

Princess raised up and looked me in the eyes, "No. I thought you weren't worried about that. Are you?"

I had to think about that. I had blown my load deep into her womb several times already, so it wouldn't do to get concerned now. "No. If we get pregnant, we get pregnant." That earned a big kiss from her.

"I love you," she said.

"I love everything about you," I replied, but I couldn't bring myself to say, "I love you" yet. That would be a turning point if I did.

I told her, "Please don't ask me when we will get married. When I think it is time, I will ask you." She nodded her assent.

With that, we went into the bedroom. I made room for her clothes in my closet and dresser, and she got everything put away. Other than going out to eat or to shop, we spent most of the next week in bed.

At one point I asked her, "Are you trying to get pregnant?"

Princess replied, "I think I already am. I probably ovulated the first or second day we were together."

Two weeks later, Princess was bent over the toilet throwing up. We stopped at a pharmacy for a home pregnancy test, and sure enough, she was pregnant. Oh goody. This was NOT how I had planned things out. However, if God had planned my life like this, things could be worse. Princess was a wonderful girl who was eager to please, and she would make a good wife.

It didn't last though. Several weeks later, Princess miscarried and basically had a very heavy period. I guessed it wasn't meant to be. That didn't mean she wasn't going to try though, and I went with her to see an OB/GYN to check her out and make sure she was OK. The doctor said that Princess wasn't big enough in her pelvic area to carry my baby to term, and even if she did manage to carry my baby, it would have to be delivered by C-section.

The doctor recommended that Princess should get on birth control pills to make sure that she didn't continue to conceive and miscarry. Princess was heartbroken, but I told her it didn't make any difference to me. It was her that made me happy and not the promise of babies.

The doctor wrote her a prescription for birth control pills, and Princess took them faithfully from then on. At least I wouldn't have to worry about surprise babies now.

One night, when we were sitting on the couch, Princess asked, "What is the point of sex if we can't have a baby?"

I replied, "Sex is the glue that holds a couple together. Two people can live together without sex, but there will be no bond. Do you remember when your mother told you to make me the happiest man on Earth?"

Princess nodded.

"Well I am the happiest man on Earth, and it is all because of the way you treat me, both in and out of our bed."

She smiled up at me with tears in her eyes. "I know all of that, but all of my goals in life were centered around having children," she said.

I replied, "So now you will have to either set new goals, put yourself at risk by going ahead with trying for a baby, or find someone else who can give you smaller babies than I can. I think we can both be happy without children, but it is you who must choose. I can't do that for you."

Again, she nodded.

We went to bed and had great sex. It seemed like Princess never let anything get in the way of that, and that was one of the things about her that made me happy. We were a couple of months into our relationship by now, and life had settled into a routine. Generally, it revolved around me working online, eating, sleeping, shopping and sex. There really wasn't much time for anything else.

Of course, Princess always found time to clean the apartment and keep our clothes clean and ironed. Filipinas are good that way. She never expected me to do much around the apartment because I was the one who provided the money for us to live on.

One night, after returning from the mall, Princess slipped into the bathroom. When she returned, she had one of her baby doll nighties on, with the G-string. It was rare that we bothered with nightgowns, since sex was simpler without them, but this night was different.

I asked, "What's up?"

She walked over to me and said, "You don't know?"

"No," I replied.

"This is the two-month anniversary of when you made me a woman," she said.

One thing I have learned over the years is that women have much better recollection of dates than men do. "OK, so we are celebrating your becoming a woman?"

"Yes," she replied, "and we are also celebrating us being together for two months."

"Yeah, I can't imagine how I have managed for two months to hang around with a beautiful woman who gives me everything I could possibly ever want and does so without me even asking," I said. "How have I put up with you?"

Princess just stood there in front of me in her sheer nightgown and extended her arms. "Come celebrate with me in bed."

I reached up to take her hand as I stood up. "That sounds good to me," I said and leaned over to kiss her before leading her into our bedroom.

That night, I enjoyed slowly undressing my beautiful lady, repeatedly making love to her and finally falling asleep with her in my arms. This was exactly what I was looking for when I came to the Philippines. I was now officially in love, and I decided to marry her. Hopefully, it would last, but I had learned from hard experience that life in paradise seldom lasts for long.

It turned out that this was true with Princess, as well, but I would enjoy this little slice of paradise as long as I could. When I awoke the next morning, Princess was still asleep with her head resting on my arm. This would normally put my arm to sleep if a woman did this, but Princess was so petite and light that I barely noticed the weight.

I leaned over to kiss her, and she slowly woke up, her eyes opening and looking lovingly at me. Her tongue woke up about the same time as her eyes, and it was dancing sexily with my own.

"Mmmm," was all she said.

"Good morning beautiful," I replied to her.

As we broke the kiss, her face lit up with the most beautiful smile. "I feel like I have died and gone to heaven," she murmured.

I laughed, "If this is heaven, I hope they'll let us stay."

Princess told me to stay in bed, and she would fix us some breakfast. Breakfast in bed with a beautiful Filipina is one of my favorite things about living in the Philippines. Filipinas are often naturally domestic, and they want to pamper their man, if they have one. It is almost as if they know that if they don't, there are thousands of other girls out there who would like the chance to take their man away, and who would treat him like a king.

I stayed in bed, working on my laptop, until she returned with a tray. There were two plates with steaming scrambled eggs, bacon and toast and two glasses of orange juice.

After I ate, I kissed her and told her, "Thank you for taking such good care of me."

She replied, "I'm just getting started."

Princess slipped her panties off her legs and straddled my waist. I sleep in the nude, so my cock quickly stood to attention between her legs. She started sliding her vulva along my cock, lubricating my cock as she did. It didn't take much of that before my cockhead was bumping into her vaginal entrance and then diving into her depths. Is there a better feeling? I don't think so.

Pretty soon, Princess had set up a rhythm, and she was repeatedly bottoming my cock out against her cervix. I grabbed her sides and rolled her onto her back, so I could have more control. She liked it when I suddenly took control like that, and she giggled. There was definitely a submissive side to most of the Filipinas I had been with, and Princess was no exception.

I never missed a stroke, and I was soon increasing the tempo of our bodies slapping together. Her legs were wrapped around my waist to try to pull me in even deeper than I was (as if that was possible), and her pussy was suddenly spasming around my cock. This, of course, pushed me over the edge, and I was soon shooting long ropes of semen through her cervix and deep into her womb. Orgasm is called the "little death" for a reason, and both of us were overwhelmed and quickly fell asleep in each other's arms.

It was late morning when we woke again. We got a shower together (yes, we fucked again in the shower), and then it was time to get something to eat. Princess liked to cook, but I made sure that we occasionally went out to eat. This day, we went out for soup and sandwiches at the Abaca Bakery in Ayala Mall. Delicious.

While we were eating, I told her that I had a surprise for her. I had finally decided to marry this beautiful girl, and we would go to a jewelry store in the mall to pick out an engagement ring for her. Princess had no idea about my plans, and I was hoping that she would say, "Yes" when I popped the question in the jewelry store.

We had left the restaurant, and were making our way to the mall entrance when three men came blasting out of the mall with semi-automatic pistols drawn. They had just robbed a bank inside of the mall, had already killed a guard, and were fleeing other armed security guards. Unknown to us, one of the security guards was running up from behind us, gun drawn.

By the time I realized the danger, it was already too late. The gunmen opened up on the guard behind us, and we were caught in the crossfire. I tried to pull Princess to the ground with me, but a slug had already plowed through her skull and brain.

Blood was oozing out of a small hole in her temple, and was running down her cheek. The other side of her head was shattered and bloody. I looked into her eyes, and they had become fixed with her pupils dilating.

"Oh God," was all I could say.

That morning, I had been in paradise, and now I was suddenly thrust into the depths of hell. I cradled her in my arms, telling her that I loved her. I had seen enough death in my life to know that Princess wasn't coming back to me, but I hoped that she could still hear my words of love. I didn't want her last memories to be of the violence, but rather of my love for her.

I told her that I wanted to marry her, but I knew that she would never respond. I was starting to believe that I would never have a forever happy ending with a Filipina.

The police finally came, and they took Princess out of my arms. I told them that I knew that she was dead. I had seen death before during the war, and I knew what it looked like. I was crying softly, and I couldn't stand up on my own. The medics arrived, and after checking Princess, they placed a sheet over her and came over to examine me.

I was covered in blood, but it wasn't my blood. I hadn't been touched by the gunfire. I think I was in shock, though, because I couldn't make my legs work. They laid me on a stretcher, but weren't sure what to do from there.

Even though I was so bloody, there were no apparent wounds. However, in the process of examining me, they cut off my shirt and cleaned me to make sure there were no bullet holes, so I was left without a shirt.

The shock finally wore off, and I was able to get off the stretcher and onto my feet. I immediately sat down in a chair they provided. After interviewing me to get more information about Princess, they asked if there was someplace I would like to go. After asking where they would take Princess' body, I asked them to take me to my apartment. They were kind enough to take me home in a police vehicle.

When I arrived home, I showered and then made a phone call to Princess' mother on the other side of the island that I had never dreamed I would have to make. I asked if somebody was there with her (which she affirmed there was). I asked her to sit down and then told her what had happened.

I heard her phone hit the floor and sobbing as she grasped what I had told her. I hated to not tell her in person, but there was no way that I could get to her before the PNP would send somebody to her house to tell her, and this time I didn't want the news to come from a cop.

I arranged for Princess' body to be transported to her home town, and I paid for all expenses for her funeral and burial. We buried Princess a week later, after a long viewing at a local funeral home and a Mass at her local church. This was the second Filipina that I had buried on Cebu. That was also the longest week of my life.

I had learned a very important life lesson that day. When we find somebody, who is special in our lives, it is important to cling to them and tell and show them that we love them. There is no guarantee that, if we hesitate, we will ever get the chance to make up for our delays.

I will always regret that I hadn't already asked Princess to marry me before that day. It may not have changed anything about the way that fateful day turned out, but at least I would have been sure that she knew how much I loved her. Paradise isn't always forever. Sometimes, it is fleeting.

Chapter 57 -- Hope

No pun intended, but I was pretty gun-shy about developing long-term relationships with Filipinas after I lost both Maria and Princess. I still needed female companionship, but I wasn't sure if I wanted another real relationship yet. So, I thought I could just have some casual relationships for a while. At least, that was the plan. You know what they say about plans. They never survive first contact.

I was in a deep funk for a while after Princess was killed, and I was hesitant to go out too much. When I got over that, I decided to look for girls around the universities, churches or wherever I might find them. It turned out that I met Hope on the sidewalk outside of the entrance to Cebu Normal University (CNU).

The funny thing was that instead of me approaching her, she approached me. "Hi. My name is Hope. Are you looking for something?" she asked.

I smiled at this cute girl speaking to me and replied, "Hi Hope. My name is Pete. I wasn't actually looking for anything, but I appreciate you taking the time to ask."

"No problem," she said and turned as if she would walk away.

I touched her shoulder and asked, "Would you like to go to a late lunch with me... or do you have someplace you need to be?"

Hope turned back to face me and smiled. "I would love to go to lunch with you. I haven't eaten anything since early this morning, and I don't have to be anyplace until Monday when I go back to school."

I named a restaurant about a block away (near my apartment) and asked if that was OK with her. She said she had never been there, but gave me the common Filipina "up to you" reply. We walked to the restaurant and took a booth in the back, so we could talk away from the noise on the street or any other customers who might come in.

I ordered us drinks to start with while we were looking at the menu. I actually already knew everything on the menu for this restaurant, but I wanted her to have her choice, if she wanted something in particular. It turned out that she was in sticker shock because the prices were higher than she would normally pay for food. I told her not to worry about the prices. This was my treat. This restaurant was really quite reasonable in its pricing, but then I never ate at the little front window eateries that most Filipinos frequent.

We ordered, and while we were waiting for our food, we got to know each other better. It turned out that Hope had been watching me on the sidewalk, wondering what I was doing in front of her school. I told her that I lived really close, and that CNU was a good place to catch a jeepney going to Fuente Circle.

After learning that she was from here in Cebu City and studying to be a teacher I asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No," she replied. "I have never had a boyfriend. Boys have never been interested in me."

"Hope, I find that hard to believe," I said. "If the boys you know aren't wanting to know you better, then they are either immature or blind."

She blushed but smiled. "What about you... no girlfriend or wife?"

I replied, I have had relationships, but I have never had anything work out. She wanted to know why they hadn't worked out, so I told her about Maria and Princess. There were tears running down Hope's cheeks by the time I finished the story. "This may sound strange to you, but I think I knew Maria. She was a nursing student here at CNU, wasn't she?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

Hope smiled. "I thought I had seen you before. I was at her funeral. We went to high school together."

"OK," I said. "Did she ever talk about me?"

"I didn't know it was you at the time," Hope answered. "But yes. Maria loved you very much and was very happy living with you. She said that God had blessed her when you came into her life."

"I'm pretty sure that I was the one who God blessed" I said. "Maria made me very happy while we were together. I could easily see myself spending the rest of my life with her."

"You are a good man, Pete," Hope stated. "Any girl would be blessed to have you by her side."

"Do you really think so?" I asked.

"I know so," she said. "I would love to be your girlfriend. I would think I that had died and gone to heaven."

"Really?" I asked. I hadn't expected her to say something like that.

"Yes, really," she replied. "But I'm not pretty enough. I know that."

"Hope, you are a beautiful girl." I said. "Don't let anybody tell you that you aren't beautiful." I would be honored to have such a girlfriend."

"Are you teasing me?" she asked.

No," I said. "I am dead serious."

By this time, Hope was in full blush. It was fun watching her react to the waitress bringing our food to the table. I'm sure that she was embarrassed that the waitress might know what we were talking about. We started eating our lunches, but I was thinking that this girl wanted me.

You know," she said. I think that God directed me to talk with you."

I asked, "Why do you think that?"

Hope smiled. "I heard the small still voice telling me to talk with you. That was the Holy Ghost directing me to you. Do you ever hear the Holy Ghost talking to you?"

"I don't know," I replied. "How do you know it is the Holy Ghost talking to you?"

"Well," she replied. "You know that it is the Holy Ghost talking to you when you hear someone talking to you in your head, but you know that it is something you would never have thought on your own. Usually the Holy Ghost talks to you when you really need to do something, or to protect you from doing something you shouldn't."

A tear came to mt eye. The Holy Ghost had spoken to me the day that Princess was killed, telling me to order dessert before we went to the jeweler, but I thought it was just my stomach talking to me. I hadn't recognized it as the Holy Ghost. However, I recognized it now. The Holy Ghost was telling me that Hope was a very special girl, and that I needed to get to know her much better.

"Would you like to see my apartment after we are done eating?" I asked.

"I've never been alone with a man in his apartment before," Hope answered. "but yes, I would love to see your apartment. Is it nice?"

"It's just an apartment," I replied. The only thing that is unusual is the bed. It is a resort king, which is like two queen-sized beds side by side."

"Wow," she said. "I would love to lay on that." Then, she blushed again when she realized what she had said.

"Don't worry," I answered. "You can lay on my bed all you want." Hope smiled and blushed even more.

The rest of our meal together was wonderful. We spent most of the time getting to know each other better, and by the end of the meal, I felt a definite connection forming with Hope. When we were done at the restaurant, we walked the half-block to my apartment building and rode the elevator up to my floor.

I let us into the apartment and had Hope remove her shoes as I removed mine just inside the door. I told her it was a tradition for me, that everyone removed their shoes as they entered my apartment. She replied that it was common in the Philippines, and that she was happy to comply. Then, I gave her the nickel tour of my apartment. I showed her the kitchen and dining area. She commented that Maria was a good cook, and I told her that Maria usually served me breakfast in bed. She said, "That is something that only a woman in love does for her man."

Hope loved the bathroom (CR) and immediately noticed the large shower. She smiled when she commented, "It is easily big enough for two people."

The last stop was my bedroom and her reaction to seeing my bed for the first time was priceless. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes grew wide. "Wow," she said. "You said it was big, but this is huge. You could fit a dozen girls on this bed."

I had to laugh at that. "A dozen girls might be fun, but I would rather just have one special girl. Would you like to try it out?"

Hope looked up at me and blushed again, but then she crawled up onto the bed and lay on her back in the middle of the bed. "Join me?" she asked. "This feels very lonely." I certainly wasn't going to deny a request like that, and I crawled onto the bed to lay next to her. I was on my side facing her as she lay on her back, and I snuggled into her side and wrapped my arm over her. We lay there for a few minutes before Hope said, "This is nice. I could definitely get used to it."

"So, could I," I replied. Your hair and body smell really good."

"That's just my shampoo and body wash," she said.

"I don't think so. I can smell the shampoo, but I am also smelling your scent... and it is very sexy." I said.

"Really? You think I am sexy?" Hope asked.

"Of course, you are sexy," I replied. "That is obvious."

"It was never obvious to me before, and nobody has ever said it to me. Can I be your girlfriend? I don't want this dream to end," she said.

"Mmmm... That might come, but let's take this one step at a time." I replied. "First, let's see if we are compatible."

"How do we do that?" she asked. Instead of replying, I just tilted her head toward me and kissed her lips. The first kiss lasted for maybe thirty seconds, and Hope was gasping when it ended. "I have waited all my life for that kiss." she said.

I leaned in again for another kiss and cupped her breast over her blouse with my hand as the kiss progressed. When my hand contacted her breast, her mouth opened, and I took the opportunity to explore her mouth with my tongue. If she had intended to say something, it was lost as the passion between us built and she returned my kiss.

By the time the second kiss came to an end, Hope was all-in, committed and willing to go wherever I wanted to take her. It is amazing how some Filipinas fall in love as if a switch in their brain has been flipped. One minute, they are just attracted to you, and the next minute they have fallen deeply in love. In this case, I suspect the Holy Ghost had something to do with it her attraction to me. Either that, or it was just hormones.

Students at CNU wear a uniform with a light-yellow blouse and maroon plaid skirt. Without any prompting from me, her hands went to the buttons on her blouse and she was unbuttoning them. When all of the buttons were all open, she pulled her arms from the blouse, so she was just lying there in her bra.

My hand slipped up under her back to unclip her bra, and then Hope pulled it up and off her body. "I've never done anything like this before, so you will have to be patient with me," she said as she blushed in front of me.

I replied, "You have already exceeded my expectations, so don't worry about me. You are making me very happy. I am feeling somewhat overdressed, however."

"That's no good," Hope replied as she smiled and then unbuttoned and removed my shirt. Then, she again surprised me by reaching for my belt. It was quickly loose, with the button and zipper on my dress shorts quickly following suit. Then it was an easy matter for her to slide my shorts and boxers down my legs and off my feet to complete my disrobing.

We were left with only her skirt and panties still on, so I asked her to remove them as well. Hope hesitated and blushed again, but then nodded and popped the catch on the side of her skirt, pulled the zipper down and slipped both her skirt and panties down her legs and off. By this time, Hope was really blushing and said, "Well, I have definitely never been this far with a boy. Please be gentle with me."

I responded by kissing her again and then sucking her nipple into my mouth. All Hope could do was gasp as her sensitive nipples started pouring pleasure into the rest of her body. I shifted over her, so I could switch between her nipples, giving each nipple equal attention. I made sure that I also visited the soft tit-flesh around the rest of her breasts as well. I knew that the rest of the skin on her breasts needed intimate touching as well, so I left little hickeys scattered over the lower half of her breasts.

Hope thought she was ready for penetration, but when she tried to pull me up to her face, I kissed her lips, but then quickly slid down to where my mouth could find her vulva. Before she could react, I was already licking and sucking her there, so by the time Hope might have objected, her pleasure level had already gone through the roof. Her thighs clamped my head in place, but I spread them again with my hands. I continued licking and sucking her labia and clit and then allowed my fingers to explore her vaginal entrance. Her hymen was half an inch inside of her vaginal entrance, so that meant I could use my finger to stimulate the inside, but that it would likely be difficult to stretch her hymen out with my finger.

Pretty soon, Hope's hips were rocking against my tongue and my finger as she let out a continuous stream of coos and sighs. It didn't take long before her sighs turned into squeals, and Hope was orgasming under me. I slid up over her and once again kissed her lips. I found her hand and guided it to my cock. It was already at her vaginal entrance, but I wanted her to guide it the rest of the way in.

When she caught on, she hesitated again, but then took a deep breath and rubbed my cockhead around in her natural lubricant and seated it against her entrance. Hope then moved her hands up to my back and pulled me toward her. I thrust into her vagina, sliding quickly through her hymen and into her depths. I didn't stop pushing until my cock was pressed firmly against her cervix.

Hope screamed into my mouth as her hymen was torn, but then she continued to pull me to her. When I bottomed out, I released the kiss and softly kissed her face. She looked up at me and asked, "Does this mean that I am your girlfriend?" I laughed.

"If you want to be my girlfriend, then you are my girlfriend," I answered.

With that, she rocked her hips to press me even deeper into her body. "The pain is gone. I can't believe how full I feel with your cock inside of me. That thing must be really big."

I replied, "That thing is called Bubba."

"Your cock has a name? Maybe my pussy should have a name too," she said.

I smiled. "I will call her Miss Kitty."

Hope laughed, "OK. Miss Kitty it is. I think that Miss Kitty likes Bubba."

Again, I laughed, but I started thrusting and retreating, at first slowly with short strokes and then building to higher power and tempo. After a few minutes, my cock was slamming into Hope's pussy with sloshing sounds, and my balls were slapping against her ass with every thrust. Several more minutes of that culminated in her body being gripped by a strong orgasm and me feeling the sperm rising up in my balls. I pressed my cock firmly against her cervix and released all of my seed deep into her womb. I was once again lifted into paradise on Earth.

Our orgasms finally subsided and I rolled back to the side, but as some other Filipinas had done in the past, Hope rolled with me, keeping my cock firmly trapped inside her pussy. I always wondered what the thought process was when Filipinas did that. Somehow, it had been ingrained in their minds that the path to happiness lay in getting pregnant and then holding tight to their man. Anyway, my cock was still trapped inside of her vagina, and she was slowly flexing her inner muscles to keep it hard. I guess it must have felt as good to her as it did to me.

Some guys have asked how I got girls to fall in love with me so quickly. If I knew why girls did what they did, I would be the richest man in the world, but it is as much a mystery to me as it is to anybody else. Nevertheless, the next words out of Hope's mouth were, "I love you, Pete."

We were three hours into our relationship, and Hope was already declaring her love for me. Oh well, I replied, "Thank you for that. I like you a lot, and who knows where this will lead."

Hope smiled. "One place it will need to lead, if I am going to move in with you, is that you will have to meet my family. I live at home, so I can't move out unless my parents know I will be taken care of."

I coughed. "Yeah, let's take our time before getting to meeting family and moving in. I want to get to know you before I get to know your family." I knew that was a dangerous path, but not as dangerous as just letting her immediately lead me to the altar (and that was clearly her intent).

"Oh," Hope said, "Did I misunderstand? I thought we were becoming boyfriend and girlfriend. I never would have given you my virginity if I had thought otherwise."

"We are becoming boyfriend and girlfriend," I replied, "But the emphasis is on BECOMING. We need to take this slow and not rush into things that are difficult to reverse. I know that we have already made love, and if anything happens because of that, you can count on me taking full responsibility for you. However, before we start talking about marriage and family, we need to know each other a lot better than we do now."

"OK," she said. "I guess that is a start. Maybe I was assuming too much. When we made love, I thought I would be moving in with you immediately, as in today. It doesn't sound like that will happen."

"It could still happen, but it might not either. I just haven't made that decision," I replied.

"What could I do to help you with your decision?" Hope asked sweetly as she squeezed my cock with her vaginal muscles. I would have to admit that it felt pretty good having my cock inside of her body.

"Sleep with me tonight," I replied. "Tell your parents you are staying with a friend from school. That won't be a lie, since we met at your school. Then, after the weekend, we will know better if we are actually compatible. Life includes more than just sex."

Hope agreed to text her mom to see if that would work. She texted while straddling my hips, letting her pussy slide slowly up and down on my cock as she texted. Her mother asked who she was with, but Hope managed to sidestep that by talking about a project they were working on together. She told her mother to not worry about her as she would be safe. That went about as well as could be expected. She ended the text exchange by telling her mom she would be home sometime on Sunday and her mom agreed to it.

When she put her phone down, Hope leaned down and kissed me on the lips. "I hope that you are serious. I already know that you are right for me, so I hope that you will feel the same about me at some point. I have already made a big commitment here with you. Please don't hurt me."

I smiled at Hope (it is hard not to smile when a woman's tight pussy is massaging your cock). "Let's see how this weekend works out and then go from there. I will try not to hurt you." I reached for her hips and rolled her onto her back, my cock never leaving the confines of her vagina.

I started pumping her with my cock, thrusting and retreating and increasing the tempo and power of my thrusts as we continued. Several minutes in, and Hope was starting to orgasm. It didn't take long before I could no longer withstand the sensation of her vaginal muscles milking my cock, and I pressed the tip firmly against the entrance to her cervix to allow my seed to shoot directly into her womb.

"I certainly hope you were serious about supporting me, because I am probably pregnant from you cumming inside of me over and over again," Hope said.

"Don't worry about that." I replied. "I was serious."

With that, Hope reached around me and hugged me to her body. "As long as I have that assurance, then my heart, my soul, and my body belongs to you and no other."

"Mmmm... I like the sound of that," I said. "How would you like getting a shower with me? We should be able to have some good clean fun in there."

I took the towel Hope had been laying on into the bathroom with us, and stopped at the sink long enough to spray it with Shout and then soak it in Oxyclean while we were in the shower. Hope didn't even realize that she had bled until she saw the red spots on the towel.

We got into the shower and I adjusted the water temperature. Hope, like so many other Filipinas, had never experienced a real shower. She had spent her life using a bucket bath, and she was amazed at how good a warm shower felt (but she was also concerned as to how much water we were using). Since water was included in my rent, I never worried about how much was used in the shower.

I scrubbed her body thoroughly, but she didn't want her hair to get wet, so we left that. I used one of the nicely scented body washes I had left over from when Princess was with me, so she wouldn't have to smell like Irish Spring (which was my body wash of preference). Then, Hope scrubbed me down using my Irish Spring body wash. She said that she really liked the way it made me smell.

Once we were dried and back on the bed, I asked Hope if she would like to go to Ayala Center Mall with me. I wanted to get her a few clothes, so she wouldn't be wearing her school uniform all weekend (not that we would be wearing much of anything while we were in the apartment anyway). My suggestion made her smile, and she started getting dressed. I had less clothes to put on, so I was dressed and ready when Hope stopped in the bathroom to fix her hair and make sure she was presentable.

When we got to Ayala Mall, we started out at some boutique dress shops for a couple of sundresses. When I bought them, I told her I didn't want her to ever wear a bra with them. Hope objected (as almost all Filipinas would), but I insisted and she ended up pulling her bra off when she went into the dressing room to change into one of the dresses. Then, we stopped at a boutique lingerie store for some seamless panties for Hope. Just as a matter of perspective, Hope wore a size XS in panties. That gives you an idea of her body size.

I like seamless panties because they don't show under a dress, and because they are the easiest panties to remove or work around. When I told her that, Hope laughed, but then picked out four pairs of seamless panties in various colors. I also bought her a sheer baby doll nightie, which surprised her. She was already wearing nice sandals, so I didn't bother buying any.

Hope was thrilled with her new clothes. We had dinner at Ayala before going back to the apartment. Hope told me that she really liked the way I was taking care of her so far. When we got back to my apartment, Hope gave me a full fashion show (I hadn't been able to see her in the panties or nightie in the lingerie store). She finished her fashion show in a pair of red panties.

Hope came up to me, felt my muscles, and said she thought I was tense. She then asked if I would like a massage. I replied by unbuttoning my shirt as she loosened my belt and took down my shorts and boxers. I then lay back on the bed facing up. She straddled my hips, so I was pretty sure this massage wouldn't last too long. I was wrong. I told her that if she didn't want to mess up her new panties, she might want to take them off during the massage.

She removed her panties, but then surprised me. Hope rolled me over on my stomach and proceeded to give me a real massage. Most girls in the massage spas in the Philippines don't know how to give a real massage, so I asked where she had learned how to do this. She smiled and told me that she had taken classes on how to give massage. She thought that it would come in handy at some point, and it was proving to be a perfect skill with me.

Hope started at my shoulders, but also massaged every part of my back, my butt and my legs. Most massage girls in Philippine spas avoid massaging a man's butt because it is such a large set of muscles (especially on foreigners). They are intimidated. Besides, most girls working in the spas learned to massage in the spa where they worked, and they learned massage by the numbers. They massage this muscle set for so long, then they move on to the next part and on and on as they had been instructed. Unfortunately, most spas don't include the butt in the instructions, so it is neglected by their massage girls. It requires direction to get them to include the glutes in a massage, if they will at all.

Hope, on the other hand, spent more time on my butt that on any other set of muscles (even without me prompting her). The next muscles on her priority list were my thighs (both front and back, outside and inner thighs). The funny thing was that Hope totally ignored my cock while she was massaging me, and only paid attention to it after she was finished with everything else.

Once Hope did focus on my cock, she focused completely. My cock was hard enough to cut diamonds by the time she thought it was ready for action. Then, she once again straddled my hips and lowered her pussy onto my cock. I almost came as she was lowering herself into position. However, she paused long enough for me to regain my composure, and then started with long slow strokes until I was able to take total control and roll her onto her back.

I settled into a good rhythm, sliding all the way into her and almost all the way out with every stroke. I increased the tempo and depth of my strokes until my cock was flying in and out of her, provoking Hope to scream and squeal her feelings to me as she was carried away on waves of pleasure. I was actually worried that we would disturb the neighbors, but then I realized that nobody had ever complained in the past (and I had brought noisy women into my apartment before). I also realized that I had never heard a neighbor through the walls either, so the sound insulation must have been pretty good.

Once Hope was climaxing, it was only a moment before I pressed my cock as firmly against her cervix as it would go, creating a tight seal, and pumped load after load of my seed up into her womb and beyond. The pleasure I felt while there in paradise was almost unbearable. Because of her massage skills, this had been one of the best lovemaking sessions I had ever experienced. With the number of girls that had been in my bed, that was saying something.

I finally collapsed on her. I didn't even attempt to roll to the side. Hope was hugging me closer to her all the time, so it would have been pointless. I fell asleep in the position, my full weight on her body and my head next to hers. How she was able to breathe under me was a mystery, but she did, and she said she slept better under me than she ever had in her life. Go figure.

When I woke a few hours later, I rolled to the side, but Hope rolled with me, still connected by my cock in her pussy. I fell asleep again, and sometime during the night my cock slipped out of her. You would have thought I had stolen something from her by her reaction. She rubbed my cock until it was hard again and then quickly resheathed it in her pussy. A few times during the night, I woke momentarily to her sliding up and down on my cock, keeping me hard. I think Hope was doing that all night, but I was only aware of it during those times when I was awake.

We were still connected, and my cock was still hard, when I woke early the next morning. I don't think I had ever been hard and connected to a woman for that long in my life. It was Saturday, so I didn't have anywhere I needed to be. I decided to roll up over her and resume the action. It only took a few deep strokes, and she was fully aware of what was happening.

Hope opened her eyes and said, "Good morning darling. I hope you slept well." This was while I was driving into her pussy. It was as if nothing could have been more natural. Then it occurred to me... It was natural. This was the best experience life could offer, and it was Hope that was giving it to me.

I leaned down and kissed her as I continued my thrusts. "You've done it," I said. "You made me fall in love with you." Women are hard to read sometimes. Hope was grinning and crying at the same time. Her hips started really meeting mine with force as we both approached orgasm. I could feel her whole body start to shake as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She whispered through her teeth, "I love you, I love you, I love you" over and over again as I filled her womb with load after load after load of my seed.

We once again collapsed on the bed. This time, I couldn't stay connected because I had to pee. I disconnected to her disappointment and ran into the bathroom. When I returned, Hope was already asleep again, smiling sweetly while laying on her side. I spooned in behind her and fell asleep again myself.

When I woke again, it was to the aroma of eggs and bacon cooking. A few minutes later, and Hope came into the bedroom carrying a tray of food. We ate together, and enjoyed the morning. This could be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

We got another shower, this time I turned Hope to the wall and fucked her from behind. "Oh, I like that," she said as I lengthened my strokes into her. That went on for several minutes until neither of us could resist our building orgasms any longer, and then our bodies crashed together and held there until I had pumped her womb full of my seed and the waves of pleasure had subsided for both of us.

We washed our genitals once more, rinsed and dried each other before returning to the bedroom. Hope fell back on the bed dragging me over her as she went. "Pete, I love you more than I can contain. I have never felt this happy and this contented in my life. I will do whatever is necessary to keep you, and I mean that. I will go to school or not go to school. I will work outside our home or work inside our home or spend all of my time only paying attention to you. I want to give you my babies and build a long, happy life with you. Whatever you want, that is what I will do."

I replied, "Thank you Hope. You should never have to worry about money as long as you remain faithful to me. I will always try to provide for you as I promised to do. If we are going to be together long-term, then I would prefer that you don't work outside of our home. My best possible scenario would be that you spend all of your time focused on me and whatever children we have. If we do have children, then it would be good if you could home school them. I don't like the way regular schools work, either here or in the US, but it would be best if you continue your education until you finish your teaching degree and get certified."

"By the way," I continued. "I love you. You will be moving in with me provided your parents approve. If you treat me as well every night as you treated me last night, then I will be the happiest man on Earth and I will shower you with my love."

Hope was grinning from ear to ear. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight, kissing me all over my face. Her first words were, "I will treat you better than any other woman could, and I will do that every night, and during the day if you wish."

She then proceeded to demonstrate what she meant by straddling my hips while kissing me madly. It was only a moment before my cock was once again sliding in and out of her tight, wet pussy and Hope was moaning in pleasure. Her vaginal muscles massaged my cock with every stroke, and even though we had just had sex, we were both soon back on the path to orgasm.

My orgasm hit me like a sledge hammer, and I didn't even have a chance to press firmly against her cervix before I started shooting semen into her. When I realized what was happening, I pressed further into her to pump my seed deep into her womb, but there would be a mess when at least some of my sperm ran out of her after we came apart. Indeed, there was a lot of wasted seed when we separated.

I met Hope's parents later that day, and although they were very surprised, they gave their blessing to Hope moving in with me. Hope continued with her schooling, but I reminded her every time she left for school to look both ways before crossing a street and to never look at her phone when walking. I didn't want a repeat of what happened to Maria.

We were very happy during our first month together, and it didn't come as too much of a shock when Hope became pregnant. What was shocking, though was that she miscarried the baby several weeks into the pregnancy. I was starting to see a pattern, and it concerned me. We went and talked with her OB/GYN, and she referred us to a specialist reproductive doctor who had her own clinic and lab. We had an appointment with the new doctor, and after we reviewed both of our backgrounds with her thoroughly, she ran both of us through a panel of lab tests, as well as having me supply several sperm samples (over a few days). Then, the doctor had me go into the hospital to have some biopsies taken. That worried me.

When we returned to talk with the doctor, it turned out that Hope was perfectly fine. She was able to conceive and carry a baby through to delivery with no problem. She wasn't the one with issues. Then, the doctor turned to me. Her first question made me tremble. "Have you ever been exposed to herbicides?" I told her that I had served in Laos, in areas where Agent Orange had been used during the war. I hadn't ever been actually sprayed in an area that was treated with the chemicals, but I had been in areas that had been recently sprayed, and that the chemical might have gotten on me (I was actually pretty sure that it had).

The doctor got on her laptop to look at the lab results, biopsy results and sample results again and went through them with me. Then, she turned to me and said, "I am sorry, but you are not capable of having a normal baby. You still have a lot of residual toxic chemicals in your system, and the RNA in your sperm have been damaged to the point that even if you do get Hope pregnant, and even if she carries the baby to term, the baby will be horribly deformed." I was sobbing by the time the doctor finished.

Then she continued, "I would advise you to get a vasectomy. It is the only way that you can ensure that Hope doesn't get pregnant by you in the future." Now, Hope was crying too. However, there seemed to be no other options, so I agreed to a vasectomy. It was a quick and simple procedure done in the doctor's office, but this was the beginning of the end.

Like many Filipinas, Hope saw no point in sex unless there was at least a chance that she would get pregnant. Our romps became less frequent, and I was often left wanting. Her promise to treat me better than any other woman could was not being fulfilled. Even the massages disappeared for the most part.

One night, after Hope told me she had a headache, I sat her down for a talk. I told her that I wasn't happy, and that she was NOT fulfilling her end of the bargain. Hope said that she wanted babies, and she wasn't willing to give up that dream. She suggested that we either consider adopting a baby or that I let her get pregnant with another foreigner. Demonize me if you want, but neither option was acceptable to me. I told her that I didn't want to raise another man's child, and that I didn't want to be with a woman who had sex with another man after she had promised herself to me and me alone.

Yes, I know this was somewhat of a double standard, since I had slept with many women, but that was before I had dedicated myself to Hope. In my mind, this was different. We had made commitments to each other. I said that I hoped that she would be able to find happiness with just me without the possibility of children.

I told her that I prayed that she would never actually consider having sex with another man. However, I said that if she decided that she absolutely couldn't live without children, then she should find another foreigner to give her healthy babies, and she should be totally faithful to him, but I wasn't going to settle for an unfaithful woman and neither should anyone else. I was probably crying when I said this because I was despairing.

Hope packed all of her things and moved out the next day. I never saw her again. I heard through common friends that she did find an American to marry her, and that he did get her pregnant, married her and moved her to the US, so I am happy for her... even though I still feel acute loss.

PS... For those readers who hoped that something bad would happen to me because I had unprotected sex with so many virgin girls... well, you got your wish. I couldn't think of anything that would be much worse... unless I got cancer (or some other nasty disease) at some point from the Agent Orange still in my body. I prayed that wouldn't happen, but I knew the odds were NOT in my favor. I eventually had some serious health issues caused by the chemicals (that I hadn't been aware of), but that is another story.

That did not mean that I wouldn't continue trying to find happiness with a loving Filipina. There had to be someone out there who could accept me as I was.

Chapter 58 -- Joann

I have made it a point throughout my life to be honest with others. After the split with Hope, as soon as a girl brought up the topic of children, I would tell them about my vasectomy. Hopefully, I would find a woman who didn't care about having children.

I met Joann at a call center in Cebu City that I was working with. I wasn't actually working with Joann, but when I saw her, I knew I had to get to know her. Maybe it was the Holy Ghost directing me. One day, she was standing in the lobby when I was leaving the building, so I approached her. "Hi," I said. "My name is Pete. Is there any chance I could take you to dinner?"

She turned and looked at me. At first, I thought she would just blow me off, but then her expression changed as she surveyed me. "Do I know you, Pete?"

"No," I replied. "But I would like to remedy that. Would you go to dinner with me?"

She thought for a moment, and then said, "My name is Joann, by the way, and yes, I will go to dinner with you. Where are we going?"

"That depends," I replied. "Is there any kind of food you prefer?"

"No," she said. Anything would be fine."

I asked if she could ride with me on my motorcycle, and she asked, "Do you have an extra helmet?"

"Yes, I do," I replied.

"Then, we can ride your motorcycle," she said.

We left the call center and walked out to where my bike was parked. Since I had call center people working for me rather than actually me working at the call center, management had given me a reserved parking place. I pulled my extra helmet out of the lockbox on the back of my bike and helped her put it on. When she was situated, I sat on the bike, put my own helmet on and motioned for her to get on behind me.

Joann was wearing a skirt and blouse, so instead of straddling the seat, Joann chose to ride side saddle. I would take it slow to make sure that nothing bad happened to her. We rode back to my apartment building and parked in the underground parking under the building. "Where are we?" she asked.

"We are at my apartment building." I replied. "The restaurant is about a half-block from here, but there isn't any parking there, so I thought this would be easier." We exited the building and walked to the restaurant. The waitress saw me come in and directed us to my usual booth in the back of the restaurant. Once seated, I ordered a bottle of wine and told the waitress we would order dinner when she returned with the wine.

As we looked at the menu, I asked, "So, tell me about yourself, Joann. I want to know all about you."

"Well," she began, "I was born in a village up in the mountains above Cebu City. We didn't have much money, but my mother thought education was very important, and I was a good student. For such a small school in the mountains, we had some pretty good teachers. I learned a lot and did very well in my classes. I did good enough to get a scholarship at the University of San Carlos (USC) here in Cebu City. My scholarship covers tuition, books and fees, but not room and board. That is why I work at the call center part-time."

Joann continued, "I have a double major in Business Administration and English, which made it possible for me to get a job at the call center while going to school. It does make it a lot harder, though, because I work on weekends as well as during the week. I'm lucky that where I work and where I live are close together."

"What are your priorities in life?" I asked. "Where do you see yourself in ten years?"

Joann smiled at me. "You ask good questions," she said. "Under everything, I am a simple woman with simple needs. I want to get married to a man who loves me and can support me in my endeavors."

"What kind of endeavors?" I asked.

"That, I don't know," Joann said. "Whatever they are, I will always put my husband first. Like I said, I am a simple Filipina. Family comes before everything else."

"If you get married," I asked, "Who comes first, your husband or your parents and siblings?"

"My husband will come first," she replied. "He will be my king. I know that a lot of Filipinas put their parents and siblings first, but that wasn't how my mother taught me. When Filipinas put their families in front of their husbands, it almost always messes up their marriages."

"I think I would like to meet your mother," I said. "She sounds very wise."

"She is," Joann replied. "I always listen to her advice."

"Do you want children?" I asked.

"Of course, every Filipina wants children, but a happy marriage is most important to me. Why? Do you want children?"

The reason I asked was that I need to tell you that I can't have children. My sperm was messed up because I was exposed to toxic chemicals when I was young, and if I did have children, they would be deformed. So, I had a vasectomy."

"Children aren't the most important thing to me, and I am happy that you are being so honest with me," she said. "Tell me more about yourself. So far, the conversation has been all about me."

"OK," I replied, and I proceeded to tell her all about myself, starting with my childhood growing up on Air Force bases and continuing right up to the present. I even told her about my nightmares, but that they most often happened when I was sleeping alone or when I was being restrained. I also told her about my recent relationships, which made it apparent to her why I had asked about children.

"Oh my," Joann said. "She left you because you couldn't have children? That is messed up. I would never do that."

"Somehow," I replied, "I know that is the truth. Thank you."

"Does that mean you want a relationship with me?" she asked.

I laughed. "I wouldn't have taken you out if I wasn't hoping for a relationship. I could just go to bars if all I wanted was a one-night-stand. I don't want a one-night-stand."

"Good," she replied. I wouldn't be interested if that was what you wanted, but because you are very honest with me, and because I sense that you are a good man, I am interested in having a relationship with you."

Our dinners came, and we settled down to eat. There were still bits of conversation, and of course, we drank the wine as we ate, but the conversation was much more casual. Joann drank most of the wine because I can't have more than a small glass of wine. I kept her glass filled throughout dinner.

"What do you have going on tomorrow?" I asked. "Any plans?"

"No," she replied. "Tomorrow is a holiday, so I don't have work or school. Did you have something in mind?"

"I would love to spend more time with you, but only if you are free," I said.

"I am free," Joann answered.

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

Joann laughed. "I was wondering if you would ask. I would love to see your apartment."

We finished our dinner, and I took what was left of the wine with us back to my apartment. When we entered, I explained my ritual of removing our shoes just inside the door. Joann liked that tradition. She thought it would keep the apartment cleaner, and she didn't think shoes were needed inside an apartment anyway.

I gave her the nickel tour, starting with the kitchen/dining area, going through the bathroom and ending in the bedroom. Joann was amazed that I lived here alone. She thought that the shower was big enough for several people and you could fit a whole family on the bed. She laughed when she said that. I set the wine down on the kitchen counter as we passed through, and after we were sitting on the bed, I asked if she would like to have another glass. She scrunched up her face and asked, "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

I almost choked on my tongue until Joann laughed and added, "It isn't necessary. I already like you enough to want to spend time with you. I am, obviously, already sitting here on your bed." With that, she scooted to the middle of the bed and leaned back against the pillows. "By the way, I like all of the pillows you have on your bed. It isn't what guys usually do."

"I'm glad you like it," I said. "Would you mind if I join you?"

"I would be disappointed if you didn't," she replied. Joann smiled and blushed at the same time. I crawled across the bed and tucked in next to her, wrapping my arm around her waist. I kissed her on the cheek and she turned to face me, so I kissed her on the lips. Her eyes closed when I did that, so I knew that she wanted more. I pulled her body toward mine, and she willingly complied by rolling into me. Our first kiss lasted about a minute. When we broke the kiss, Joann said, "That was my first kiss. My mother told me that you can tell a lot from a first kiss. God will tell you if it is right."

"And what did God tell you?" I asked.

"He told me to never let you go," she replied. "I want more and more kisses from you."

Happily, I gave her all the kisses she wanted, exploring a little further with each kiss, until my hands were cupping her bare breasts as we sucked in each other's tongues. I don't even think Joann noticed me undressing her. First, her blouse was unbuttoned and slid off her shoulders, and then her bra quickly followed. Joann was so intent on kissing me that she simply ignored everything else.

It wasn't until I kissed my way past her earlobes and down her throat to suck in one of her nipples that she realized that she was naked from the waist up. At first, she made a half-hearted attempt to push my head away, but when I started suckling her nipples, she pulled my head even closer instead.

Joann was quickly lost in the new sensations, and she was moaning and sighing as I suckled. My hands were still active. And before long, her skirt was unhooked and unzipped and sliding down her thighs along with her panties. She even lifted her butt to assist in their descent, so I knew that she was fully aware of what was happening. I abandoned them when they reached her lower calves, and she proceeded to kick them free of her feet.

My lips were switching between her nipples, giving both sides equal attention, while my fingers found a new playground between her legs. The first time a finger ran up her vulva from her vaginal entrance to her clitoris, her legs clamped shut on my hand, but as I rubbed her labia and clit some more, her legs dropped open and she gave me access. Her hymen was right at her vaginal entrance, and the hole was just large enough to allow me to press my pinky through it and into her vagina to the first knuckle.

When her breasts became too sensitive to continue, I switched all of my attention to her vulva. I kissed Joann's clitoris and then licked the length of her vulva. She mumbled, "No. Dirty," but then just purred from the pleasure she was feeling. It doesn't take long to convince a woman that cunnilingus is a good thing if it is done right. Soon, her hips were bucking as she experienced small orgasm after small orgasm. I continued to stretch the hole in her hymen, this time with my index finger as her hips bucked under my ministrations.

When Joann's orgasms built up to a higher level, I made my way back up to her mouth and kissed her passionately. As soon as the tip of my cock came into contact with her vulva, I slid it around in her lubricating juices and then let it settle into her vaginal entrance. Even in the midst of a kiss, Joann gasped as my cock was thrust all the way in until the tip was pressed firmly against her cervix. At first, her hands came up against my chest to push me away, but then they quickly moved to my back to pull me even deeper. I was already deep in paradise, hoping that this would never end.

I lay there with my cock buried deep in her pussy until Joann recovered enough to experiment pushing back at my cock. Then, I knew it was okay to start thrusting and retreating, slowly at first, but then gradually increasing the tempo and force used. Eventually, our bodies were slamming together in the dance of love, her lubricating juices running out of her pussy to smooth the way.

When Joann started to shake and quiver, I knew that she was at the edge of a strong orgasm, and I redoubled my efforts, taking her over the edge and me right along with her. I pressed my cock firmly against her cervix. There was no chance of getting her pregnant doing this, but I had learned that it also kept things from getting quite as messy, since any semen shot into the womb and beyond was unlikely to run back out later. Shot after shot of semen were pumped deep into her body, where it would later be absorbed.

"Wow," was all Joann said when she recovered from her orgasm. "Does this mean that you want me to be your girlfriend?"

I smiled. "It certainly does. I hope that you will be my girlfriend."

"Okay," she whispered as she kissed my neck. "I like the sound of that." I rolled to the side, and as Filipinas often tend to do, Joann rolled with me, keeping my cock trapped deep in her pussy. We fell asleep like that. It was hours before we woke. My cock had slipped out of her, and she had rolled so her butt was against my groin. I loved spooning. It was my favorite sleep position.

I think Joann woke before me because her hand was between her legs exploring my cock when I first woke. The shaft was once again hard from the stimulation she was giving it, and it was no surprise when Joann adjusted it to where the tip was seated in her vaginal entrance. I was letting her take the initiative, but when Joann pushed back against my cock, I quickly thrust into her depths, completely burying my cock into her vagina.

Joann was a bit sore from our previous coupling, but she still rocked her hips to meet my every thrust. As I increased my tempo and the power of my thrusts, so did she. When we were at maximum speed and power, we held on to each other as if our lives depended on it, and then we both lost ourselves in another orgasm. I once again pressed firmly against her cervix as my semen was pumped deep into Joann's womb. We never even moved before falling asleep again.

In the morning, I woke to butterfly kisses all over my face. "Was that real or was this just a dream?" she asked. "I have never experienced anything like that in my life. I want to be with you forever."

"That sounds good to me too," I replied. "Would you like to move in with me? It would mean that you no longer have to work. I would get you to and from school."

"Yes, I would like that." She answered. "Do you want me to move in today?"

"We might as well get you moved today, since it is a holiday." I said. "You can tell your landlord you don't need the room anymore, and we can get all of your things moved here. Tell me how much stuff you have, and we will decide how to best move it."

I convinced Joann to shower with me, and of course, we played some in the shower too. Then, as we were drying off, she asked about food. I told her there was breakfast stuff in the kitchen. Eggs and bread were on the counter and there was bacon and butter in the fridge. The spices were in the upper cupboard next to the stove. She hopped into the bedroom to dress, and then went to the kitchen to fix us breakfast. When she was done, she called me to the dining table to eat. I sat in a chair and ate my breakfast. I told her I preferred breakfast in bed, if that was an available option. She smiled and said that in the future that would be how I was served breakfast.

Because of how many clothes Joann had for school and work, we decided to take a taxi to get them. We rode to her boarding house, went in to talk with the landlord, gathered her things, carried them downstairs, dropped off her key, and called a taxi to take us back to our apartment. She didn't have that much stuff, but it would have been difficult carrying it on my motorcycle. We took plastic garbage bags with us from my apartment to quickly pack her stuff.

When we got back to our apartment, we took her things up. I, once again, was sharing my closet and dresser with a woman, but that was no hardship. Everything went in its place and there was space for everything. By that time, it was getting close to lunch, so I suggested that we go to Ayala Center Mall for lunch.

I had noticed when we were moving her clothes that 1) Joann didn't have many clothes and 2) they were mostly old and worn. If she was going to be with me, I wanted her to look good and feel good about herself. A new wardrobe would go a long way toward those goals, so a shopping trip was in order. I told her we would take a taxi to Ayala for lunch.

When we got to Ayala, we first went to lunch. It is always best to shop when you are feeling content. Besides, she didn't even know this was a shopping trip. After lunch, we wandered around the mall until we came to a dress boutique. I picked out some sundresses and had Joann try them on. She still didn't know what this was about, so I told her that if she was going to be with me, I would take good care of her. She smiled and entered the fitting room with a few dresses.

Joann came out of the fitting room wearing one of the dresses, but her bra straps were showing above the dress. I told her that I would rather that she would no longer wear a bra with dresses. Of course, she objected, but I asked her if she will really put her man first. Joann thought about that for a minute and then went back into the fitting room to remove her bra. It was a vast improvement when she came back out without a bra under her dress. I told her how beautiful she was in the dress. Joann said that she was still uncomfortable without a bra, but I told her that she would get used to it over time. She could still wear bras with her school uniform.

Joann tried on several more sundresses, and then I had her pick out her four favorites, which I purchased. Then, we went to another dress boutique, and she tried on more dresses. We bought three dresses there. I then took Joann to a lingerie boutique and had her buy a dozen assorted seamless panties (all small), a lacy bra, and two sheer baby doll nighties. Lastly, we went to some shoe stores, where I had her pick out three pairs of nice sandals and a classic pair of pumps.

As we left the mall to catch a taxi home, I was carrying the bags and Joann was grinning from ear to ear. She was also wearing one of the sundresses we had purchased with a new pair of panties and new sandals. Joann looked good and felt good about herself, and it was obvious to everybody around.

When we got back to the apartment, she changed into one of the nighties and lay on the bed. Then, she asked if I was just going to stand there or get undressed and join her. I quickly undressed. Based on past experiences taking Filipinas shopping, I had expected a fashion show, but that was obviously not at the top of her priority list.

I crawled over to her, where she was laying on her back with her legs spread. "Come to me, Pete. I want you to make love to me again." Joann hadn't bothered to put on the thong that came with the nightie, so when I got close, Joann grabbed my cock and immediately guided it into her already wet vagina. There was no foreplay, just raw sex. I drove my cock all the way up to her cervix on the first stroke and starting repeatedly thrusting into her depths. She wanted it hard and fast.

There was no slow start either. I was banging her hard from the very beginning. Joann had gotten my cock hard enough to cut diamonds, and now she was going to reap the reward. I was driving into her fast and furious, and she was giving as good as she was getting, rocking her hips to meet every one of my thrusts. In addition to her movements, Joann was squealing in pleasure the entire time we fucked, so I knew that she was enjoying herself.

As you might suspect, we didn't last very long before both of us were in orgasmic meltdown. I was pressing my cock against her cervix as hard as I could as my semen was pumped deep into her womb and her vaginal muscles were rippling around my cock, trying to milk every last drop of semen out of me. We both knew there was no sperm in my semen, but we could still pretend that we were creating a baby.

I can honestly say that Joann was the best lover I ever had. She knew just about everything about me that was worth telling. She even knew about why I had the nightmares and what I had experienced in Laos. The war in Laos had been declassified in 1985, but rather than just open up their files to the public, the CIA and the Air Force simply destroyed as much as they could before anything was made public. Therefore, most of the action on the ground simply disappeared from the records forever. The fact that only a few of those in my detachment (including myself) survived the war made that easy for them.

Anyway, because Joann knew so much about me, she was able to understand and even empathize when I had problems due to my experiences in Laos. This not only made her a better partner, but a better lover. I had a deep need for my woman to take the initiative and flirt with me to start sex. Most Filipinas (and I suspect most women in general) had a problem with that, so they seldom initiated sex. Joann was the opposite. If I didn't initiate sex every time we were alone, then she did... every time. The result was that we had sex every day and often multiple times.

Joann still had three more years to go for her degrees, so we quickly fell into a routine. She had classes at USC most weekdays, and I gave her a ride to and from school. I didn't want a repeat of having PNP officers coming to visit me because I hadn't been there when something bad had happened that I might have prevented.

Joann became a good cook. She wasn't even close to being in the same league as Bing (a former short-term girlfriend) had been in, but she could cook most anything and make it taste good. She wasn't studying to be a chef like Bing. She was studying so that she could be as independent as she wanted.

Even though she had to use the washers and dryers in the laundry room (down in the parking garage), my clothes were always clean and ironed. Filipinas have a thing about making sure that their man looks right, and Joann would be embarrassed if other Filipinas saw me in unclean clothes or a shirt that hadn't been properly ironed. Filipinas judge how well others are taking care of their men by how well his clothes are cared for. Silly, but there it is.

In addition, the apartment was always spotless. I always did a pretty good job of keeping my apartment clean (for a man), but a dedicated Filipina can out-clean a man any day of the week. In fact, there was an old ditty that went, "Anything you can do, I can do better" that a lot of Filipinas took to heart.

Along with that, Joann was never so tired that she forgot about (or neglected) her lover (me). I was sometimes prone to taking naps during the day when she was in school because she would wear me out at night. Since my business allowed me to work flexible hours, that was OK. I had taken short daytime naps ever since my missions in Laos, and they worked well for me.

We were essentially a married couple, except without all of the legal entanglements that go with marriage in the Philippines. Both I and Joann wanted to keep it that way at least until she finished school. Then, we would reconsider and see what we wanted to do in the future.

One night, I had just taken her to dinner in a restaurant (which she saw as a treat). We had returned home, and Joann ran into the bathroom. When she came out, she was still wet from the shower and nude. "Would you like to join me?" she asked. That is what I call taking the initiative.

I followed her back into the bathroom, stripped and joined her in the shower, where she leaned over to kiss Bubba (yes, my cock had a name and Joann knew it) and then took him into her mouth. After a few minutes of that, Joann turned and faced the wall, sticking her butt out toward me. I moved up behind her, and she reached between her legs to guide my cock into her vaginal entrance.

Once again, I was in paradise, and it wasn't just because of the sex. It was because Joann was giving me everything a man could possibly want. I started thrusting deep into her from behind, building up speed and force until both of us succumbed to waves of orgasmic pleasure washing over us. I stayed connected to her as long as I could, but I finally collapsed on the shower floor and sat there panting. Joann turned and kissed me passionately. "Do I make you happy?" she asked.

"Oh, God yes," I replied. "I am very happy. If I was any happier, I would be dancing like Snoopy."

Joann smiled and kissed me again. Then, she said, "And you make me very happy too, Pete." We rinsed and dried each other, and then went into the bedroom to collapse on our bed. I lay on my back in the middle of the bed, and Joann snuggled up next to me with her breasts against my side and her head on my shoulder. That was how we fell asleep.

Though I never asked for Joann to reciprocate when I did something nice for her, she always did. It was usually in the form of her initiating sex, but she did other special things for me in addition. Joann truly loved me, and she showed me her love for me in so many ways.

When I woke next, it was the middle of the night. Joann was now laying on her side and I was spooned in behind her. Bubba was already awake and sticking through between her legs. She turned her head and said, "I was wondering when you would wake up." With that, she reached down and directed Bubba into Miss Kitty (her pussy), where they had a party for the next ten or fifteen minutes. After I once again shot my load through her cervix and deep into her womb, both Joann and I fell back asleep with Bubba still firmly lodged inside of Miss Kitty.

The morning brought a quickie in the shower and then off we went to deliver Joann to the USC campus. That was pretty much how things went for us for three years. I could not have asked for a better partner. We never had a fight or even a disagreement. When Joann said, "Up to you," she meant it. She was willing to let me make any decisions that affected our future together because she trusted me and truly saw me as her king.

Joann was getting very close to graduation when she started having severe pains in her abdomen. She was also getting bruises all over her body (and I hadn't given them to her in the form of hickeys). At first, she tried self-medicating for the pain, but nothing worked, so I took her in to see her OB/GYN. The doctor examined Joann and did an ultrasound, which showed several odd shapes in her abdomen. That prompted her doctor to have a full panel of lab tests done and also sent her for a full CT Scan.

The results were terrifying. Joann had a form of leukemia, which had spread and was now growing throughout her body and had involved all of her vital organs. There was nothing that could be done. I have never wept so hard in my life. Joann was too deep in shock to even cry. The OB/GYN referred Joann to an oncologist for a second opinion, who looked at all of the lab results and scans and told Joann that she might have six weeks to live, three months at the most.

I immediately asked Joann to marry me, and she accepted. If we had been in the US, I would have taken Joann down to the nearest courthouse and married her on the spot. It would have been done the same day. But in the Philippines, they have perfected the art of creating long, complicated processes for everything, and that includes getting married. It normally took between two and four weeks to complete the process, and there didn't seem to be any easy way around it.

However, I met with an assistant to the mayor of Cebu City (who I knew from my business dealings) and told him that I wanted to marry Joann, but that she had terminal cancer and likely couldn't make it through their whole application process. It was amazing how fast the skids were greased, and our application was fully complete and signed the next morning.

Then, we went to talk with a priest, who, when he learned of her condition and prognosis, scheduled our wedding for the next day. I took Joann to a bridal gown rental shop, and they had a gown ready for the next morning. When they found out about her condition, they said there would be no charge, and they even threw in a makeup artist and photographer at no cost.

The next morning, the gown, the photographer and the makeup artist showed up at our apartment (along with Joann's maid of honor, her sisters and her mother), and together they dolled Joann up to be the best she could possibly be. Truthfully, Joann didn't really need makeup to be beautiful, but the makeover gave her a special glow that day.

I had also quickly arranged for a wedding car and a van (it is amazing how connections smooth things over), which picked us up in front of our apartment building and took us to the church. Yes, I know. The groom isn't supposed to see the bride before the wedding on the wedding day, but our luck had already run out, so I wasn't worried about jinxing us. Therefore, I wasn't going to let Joann out of my sight and rode with her in the wedding car.

We rode to the church, got out and went into the church together. One of my close friends from Cebu was there as my best man. Joann had one of her close friends there as her maid of honor, and her parents and siblings were all there as well. It was a quiet affair, as it was held outside of the normal Mass schedule, so there weren't a lot of people around. Even so, more people were crying than smiling during the ceremony.

We went up to the altar where the priest was waiting for us, and the wedding Mass proceeded normally. I had been to weddings before in the Philippines, so I wasn't surprised by anything. Our best man and maid of honor and her family served in every role we needed during the Catholic wedding, and when it was over, we were officially married, both in the eyes of the law and in the eyes of the Church. Joann was as happy as I had ever seen her.

We hadn't had time to plan for a reception, and Joann wouldn't have had enough energy to make it through one anyway, so after the wedding, we all gathered back at our apartment for a short celebration. My friend (best man) had the foresight to buy a bottle of bubbly for us and a bunch of ready-made snacks to keep everyone happy. I tried to pay him back later, but he said it was his wedding gift.

When we arrived at the apartment (it was amazing how so many people could fit into our apartment), we had a toast, drank a little bubbly, and then Joann retired to the bedroom with her mother, sisters and maid of honor to get her changed into a normal sundress. The gown went with the photographer and makeup artist back to their business, but not before the photographer promised to have our pictures ready within two days.

When all of the snack food and drinks were gone, her family decided to call it a day. They had a long way to get back home, and they wanted to get there before dark. Of course, her mother said that she would be back the next day. We settled down for a quiet night together. We snuggled and cuddled, but no sex. Honestly, I was too scared to try anything.

The next day was a school day, although she was within a couple of weeks of graduating. We (her mother was with us) went in to talk with the school president at USC, who upon hearing about her condition, looked at his computer and then made a quick phone call.

A while later, two diplomas for Joann (one for Business Administration and another one for English) magically appeared on the President's desk. As the president congratulated her on her achievements and gave her the diplomas, he told Joann that there was no reason for her to attend any more classes, since she had already fulfilled all the requirements for graduation anyway.

The president wished us good luck, and we walked out of his office. The office staff at USC was lining our way out, and applauding Joann as she passed. It wasn't a full graduation ceremony in all its splendor, but it was still special for Joann.

When we got back to the apartment, her mom hung around for a while talking with Joann and me, but finally left. Joann once more surprised me by going into the bathroom and coming out wearing one of her sheer nighties. I asked her, "Are you sure?"

Joann fixed me with her eyes and said, "Don't you dare rob me of all of the pleasure you have promised me. We are now officially married, I am super happy, and I want to make love with my husband for as long as I can. Nobody knows when God will take the gift of life away, so we can't waste a minute of what He gives us."

I had tears in my eyes, but I reached out for her and held her gently as I passionately kissed her. Joann backed up against the bed and fell backwards onto it with me above her. I was panicking, but I was able to keep my weight off of her while still touching, kissing and sucking all of her sensitive bits. When I began sucking on her breasts, she laughed and said, "At least now you don't have to worry about where you give me hickeys."

I smiled and replied, "I never worried too much about that anyway other that not giving you any around your upper chest or neck. Then, you wouldn't have been able to wear your pretty sundresses." With that, I went back to sucking the flesh of her lower breast, creating a small hickey.

Joann looked down and said, "Perfect." I then continued down until I was licking and sucking her labia and clitoris. I never sucked very hard in this area, as I had learned long before that there were definite limits to what women could handle, and even lower limits as to where they experienced great pleasure. Before long, I had Joann tuned like a fiddle, and she was squealing in pleasure as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. Finally, she said, "Enough. Put your cock in me. I want to be filled completely NOW."

I obliged, and I almost immediately starting thrusting and retreating. That went on for about ten minutes until both of us climaxed. Joann managed to squeak out, "If heaven feels this good, I will welcome it." That echoed what I had felt all along with Joann, and now I couldn't hold back the tears. "Don't you dare cry on me," she said. "I want you to think of all the good times we've had and just ignore the bad stuff."

I want to be strong," I replied. "I am really trying to be strong, but it feels like my heart is being ripped out of my chest."

"I know," Joann said as a tear ran down her cheek. "But let's enjoy the time we have left together to the fullest. I have never been so happy in my life. You have done that. Without you, I may have never finished school. It was so hard working and studying at the same time. Without you, I may never have known such unconditional love. You proved it over and over again, and you again proved it by expediting our marriage, for which I will be eternally grateful."

"Finally," she uttered, "Without you, I would never experienced so much joy and pleasure as I have with you. I have friends who tell me how bad sex is, and I thank God every day that he gave me you. I never knew that life could be so good."

I was stunned. "Wow," I replied. "Everything I have done was because you were so good to me. There wasn't anything special that I did."

Joann put her hand up to my mouth. "That is where you are wrong. Everything you have done is special, and I feel special because of it."

"I am honored to have you as my wife and lover," I said. "Let's take a nap and see where we go from there."

"There is one other thing I want to say before we nap," Joann said. "I don't want to die in a hospital. I want to die here in our bed with you lying beside me. Can you make sure that happens?"

"Okay," I replied. "I will make sure that you don't end up in a hospital, and I will be here for you until the end." With that, we both drifted off to sleep. One benefit of working with the oncologist was that now Joann had pain medications that were strong enough to drive away the pain but still allow her clear thought and peaceful sleep.

It was the next morning before we woke, and her mother was at the door. I put on some shorts and went to open the door. Her mother made us breakfast (as she did most mornings after that), and we sat at the table to eat together and talk.

Her mom (Carla) told me that she couldn't have been happier that God had brought me and Joann together. She had nagged Joann to convince me to marry her sooner than I did, but her daughter told her that we were fine as we were, and that I would ask her when the time was right.

It turned out that Joann was right. Carla only wished that we would have had more time together after we were legally married before Joann died. I asked Carla to not refer to Joann as if she were already dead. Nobody knew how long we would have. People beat the odds all the time.

Life settled down into a new routine for the next few weeks, with Carla spending her days with us and Joann and me making love at night. That is until Joann suddenly weakened. One morning, Joann said that she needed help getting into the bathroom. I picked her up and carried her to the toilet. I stayed with her until she was finished.

Then, I stripped both of us and took her into the shower. I had brought a plastic stool into the shower, so she could sit while I showered both her and me. She was still playful, though, and played for a while with Bubba and his little buddies as she sat there. I rinsed us both and dried both of us off and threw some boxers and shorts on myself before slipping her into a pair of panties and a sundress. After dressing her, I carried her in to lay her on the bed. She reached up and kissed me. "You are so good to me. Being with you was the best decision of my life."

"I am so grateful that you made that decision," I replied. "I don't know what I would do without you in my life."

She smiled. "I think you will soon have to find out. From what the doctor said, the end might come very quickly once I felt weak. I am thankful for the meds the doctor gave me. Though I can still feel some pain, I think it would be unbearable without the meds. Speaking of which, do you remember the pills he gave me to control the pain at the end?"

"Yes," I said. "I remember."

"Get me one with some water please." She requested.

I went into the bathroom to get the pills and some water, and then took them back to her. Then, I went into the kitchen and called Joann's mother. I told her that she and her husband and family needed to get to our apartment as quickly as possible because the end was near. Carla was already on her way down into the city anyway, but she called her husband and daughters to have them come as well.

Carla got there about fifteen minutes later. Joann was sleeping peacefully, which was something that the doctor had told her to expect with these pills. Carla went in and sat next to her. She was weeping softly. Two hours later, her dad (Monito) and her sisters arrived.

Joann woke from her nap, and talked with her family, but then asked for another pain pill. I got it for her and then kissed her and told her that I loved her. "I know. I love you too," she said. Joann then closed her eyes and drifted away from us.

I lay down beside her, and later heard her final keening breath leave her body. There was a gasp from her father, and then everyone was crying. I was hugging her from her side and kissing her cheek. "I love you. Don't forget to save me a place next to you in heaven," I whispered into her ear.

Joann was buried in the cemetery of her home town up in the mountains after she lay in a funeral home for almost a week and had a funeral mass in our church in the city. A lot of her classmates and friends came to the funeral mass. Even the priest, who had just married us weeks before, was crying during the funeral mass. I would never get over her and a lot of other people would miss her dearly.

PS... Joann had asked that I have her sisters take all of her nice clothes after the funeral, so somebody would at least get some use out of them. Her mom acted shocked when she saw the sheer nighties that I gave them, but I told her daughters they had to wait until they were married (or at least living with a man they intended to marry) before they wore them, and she smiled.

Also, I got a lot of friend requests on social media from Joann's friends and classmates after the funeral. I also got some texts from her friends and classmates, asking how I was doing, and some of them even asking if they could get together (as in a date) with me. It really surprised me. It seemed that Joann had not been bashful of singing my praises to the girls she knew, and she was also looking to the future for me as well, with or without her.

She had actually given some of her close friends and classmates my phone number, and told them that if anything happened to her, that they should contact me. She told them that she didn't want me to be alone. Maybe she had a premonition of things to come. It is hard to say, but the Holy Ghost talked with Joann all the time.

Chapter 59 -- Inday

It was a several weeks after Joann's funeral when I received a text on my cell phone. "Hi. My name is Inday. I was a friend of Joann's, and she told me to contact you if anything ever happened to her."

I replied, "Hi Inday. My name is Pete, but you probably already know that if Joann told you to contact me."

"Joann was so in love with you," she texted. "She made it sound like living with you was the closest thing to heaven she had ever experienced."

"Thank you for telling me that, but now I'm going to cry," I replied.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I wish I was there to hold you and comfort you," she said.

I wasn't expecting that. I texted, "That might be nice, but maybe I should get to know you first."

"LOL," she replied. "True. Do you think it might be possible for me to get to know you better?"

"I don't see why not," I said. I have been extremely lonely since I lost Joann."

She sent me a tearful emoji and, "Maybe I can help with that."

"Maybe," I replied. "Let's text for a while first and see where it goes from there." She agreed, and we started a text and video call conversation that lasted a month before I finally was ready to meet her face-to-face. It was hard because we were both living in the same city, but I didn't want to rush. It wasn't as if we were separated by long distances or other physical obstacles. Basically, the only obstacle was that I just hadn't reconciled myself that Joann was not coming back.

She often asked to meet, and I finally broke down. "Where are you and when are you free? I could meet you someplace."

I have a room near USC, and I just graduated, so I am free now," she texted back.

"It is almost dinner time, so let's meet at Ayala," I said. "Could you be at the Terraces in about an hour? We can meet on the steps by the water."

"I will be there. I will wear a red dress, so you will recognize me," she replied.

An hour later, I was standing on the steps at The Terraces, watching an extremely beautiful girl in a red dress walking toward me.

"Hello Pete," she said. "I was hoping that you wouldn't back out on me."

I took her in with my eyes. The red dress looked perfect on this petite Filipina. "I would have to be an idiot to back out on a date that I set up," I replied. "You look very, very nice."

"Thank you," she said. "You look pretty good yourself."

With that, I asked Inday to go with me to one of the nicer restaurants in the mall. Once we were seated, I asked the waitress for water for both of us because I knew that we would be talking a lot and would get thirsty.

Inday opened the conversation by explaining how she knew Joann, and that Joann had told her several months before that, if anything were to happen to her, that Inday should contact me. Joann had told Inday how happy she was with me, and that she had no plans to let that go, but that she had a premonition that something would happen. She even gave Inday my cell phone number (of course with the proviso that Inday would never contact me as long as Joann was with me).

This explained a lot to me. I had wondered why so many of Joann's friends had tried to contact me, either through social media or by text since she had died. Joann was trying to ensure that I wouldn't ever be lonely after she was gone, and it seemed that Joann had been convinced beforehand that something was going to happen. Like I said, she had told me that the Holy Ghost talked to her a lot.

"That was why I contacted you when I did," she said. "I thought that other girls would be doing the same, and I wanted to get to know you better, and possibly have a chance with you, before the opportunity passed."

"This is a lot to absorb," I replied. "Looking back, I can see Joann doing that. I have to wonder how many girls she asked to contact me. I'm thinking there were several because of all the attempted contacts so far."

"I knew of at least two other girls who were interested in you," Inday said. "There may be a lot more."

Well, if you know anything about me, you know that I stick to the girl I am with like glue," I replied. "If we date, or get together, then you can count on my loyalty... provided that you are also loyal to me."

"Well," she said. "There isn't much chance of me not being loyal. I have never even had a boyfriend."

"OK," I replied. "Where would you like to see this going?"

The waitress came back with our water, so we ordered our dinner. When she left, we continued our conversation. "I don't know," Inday said. "I don't have enough experience to even know where this should go, but I think I would like something like what Joann had, if that is possible."

"OK," I said. "Let's start by getting to know each other better over dinner."

It turned out that Inday grew up in southern Leyte. "Inday" means young girl in Bisayan, but in this case, it was her real name and not just a nickname. Her parents were famers, but neither owned the land they farmed nor the land where they lived. This was a normal situation for a very large slice of the Filipino population. She came to Cebu City for school and had recently graduated with a bachelor's degree in business administration. That was how she knew Joann.

Her main hopes and dreams were centered on romance and the possibility of a happy marriage, but she also thought she would like a career. I asked her if she wanted children, and she said they would be nice if they happened. I told her that I had a vasectomy and asked if that would make a difference to her. She replied that she didn't think so.

She asked, "Why did you have a vasectomy?"

I explained about my experiences in Laos, and told her all about my history. I finished by telling her about my experience with Hope, and how she had left me after she found out that I couldn't give her babies.

"I'm sorry all of that happened to you, but I would never leave a man I love because of that," she said. "It wasn't your fault."

"Is there anything else about your past that I should know about," she asked.

"Yes," I replied. "My experiences in Laos still cause me to have very bad nightmares." I then told her about those experiences and the fears that had caused my nightmares, and I also told her about some of the triggers that might cause me to act out violently during a nightmare.

"Then I guess I need to be careful about how I hold you at night if we decide to become a couple," Inday said. Is there a safe way I could snuggle up to you?"

"Yes," I replied. Just don't wrap me up with your arms and legs to restrict movement, and there shouldn't ever be a problem. I've never lashed out except when I thought I was being confined. I really enjoy spooning with a woman at night."

"I think can live with that. I think having a man spooned up against my back would be a nice way to sleep," she said with her eyes a little wider.

"OK," I said, "How do you feel about sex before marriage?"

Inday laughed. "Despite what the Church thinks, sex before marriage is the norm here in the Philippines. Of course, I would like to get married, but I would be willing to wait a while if I fall in love with you. Besides, you can't have children, so there is no danger of that."

"That's good," I said. "In a country that takes marriage so seriously, it is important that both partners are absolutely sure before they marry. How can anybody be absolutely sure if they haven't had sex."

"I can accept that," Inday replied. "There is no divorce here, so marriage is forever for most people."

Our dinners finally came, and we continued to talk as we ate. I was getting to like this girl even more than I had at first (and my first impression was already pretty good). I have found that first impressions are often wrong, so over the years I have become more and more systematic in my approach toward getting to know others (especially women).

By the time dinner was done, we were both fairly sure that we knew each other at least enough to progress the relationship. Therefore, it came as no surprise when she asked, "So, where do we go from here?"

I smiled and asked, "Where would you like it to go?"

Without hesitation she replied, "I would like to continue getting to know you better back at your place, if you think there could be a future between us."

"OK," I said. "But I hope that you know where this could lead."

"I think I do," she replied.

I signaled the waitress to bring me a check, and after paying, we caught a taxi back to my apartment. Inday automatically removed her sandals as she entered the apartment, so I didn't even have to ask her. Like others before her, Inday was impressed with my apartment.

Her jaw dropped when she saw my bed. "Joann said your bed was very large, but I just thought she was exaggerating. You really could have ten girls with you in that bed just like she said." Then, she turned and asked, "Is it OK if I lay on it?"

"Of course, it's OK," I replied. "Make yourself comfortable. I thought that was the purpose of coming to my apartment."

She smiled and then crawled to the middle of my bed to lean back against the pillows. "This is so nice," she cooed. "I could fall asleep here."

"Maybe later," I replied. "I'm hoping to get to know you much better right now."

Inday blushed at that, but then reached out her arms to beckon me to her. I decided to test the waters, and took off my shirt and shorts before crawling over to lay next to her on the bed in just my boxers.

"Well," she said. "That surprised me. Do you want me to get undressed too?"

"No," I replied. "I would like the pleasure of doing that myself." With that, I leaned over to give her a romantic kiss. It was obvious from the start that she had very little or no experience kissing, but more importantly, she was willing to follow my lead.

Inday melted into our kiss. This was better than anything she had ever imagined. When the kiss ended, she sighed and said, "That was my first kiss. Wow!" With that, I kissed her again, this time letting my hands roam around her body. My left hand went to her breast, while my right hand went to her back. Her dress was soon unzipped and her bra was unhooked behind her.

My hands soon both landed on her breasts, and I pulled her dress and bra forward, sliding them off of her shoulders and down to her waist. Now topless, she gave me full access to her breasts. Instead of attempting to block me, her hands went behind my head and neck to pull me even closer to her.

I started kissing and suckling her breasts. With my lips and tongue busy on her breasts and nipples, my hands continued pushing her dress down over her hips and down her legs. As her dress passed over her panties, I hooked them and sent them down as well. Inday was much too absorbed by the attentions I was paying to her nipples to even notice her panties being slid down her legs along with her dress. When her clothes were low enough on her legs, I hooked them with my toes and pulled them off of her feet, leaving her completely naked under me. The only piece of clothing left was my boxers, and those were soon gone too.

Inday was trembling. I wasn't sure if it was from being nervous or cold or just excited, but there were small tremors running through her muscles and goosebumps forming on her skin. She never objected to anything I did or complained about anything I tried. Inday had already decided that she wanted me to be her man, and she was obviously willing to do anything to achieve that. Hence, she was completely open to whatever I wanted to do. She had little idea where this would all lead, but she was fairly sure that she wouldn't be a virgin much longer.

After several minutes concentrating on her breasts and nipples, I decided it was time to work my way down her body with my lips. My fingers had already been exploring her pussy, lightly rubbing her labia, clitoris and vaginal entrance, but I had refrained from exploring too deeply until I could see what I was doing. When my lips and tongue passed her belly button and advanced toward her pussy, she shuddered, perhaps anticipating what would come next.

Inday's pussy was bare. The skin was soft with no stubble, so I figured that she had been waxed. This is very rare with regular Filipinas, so I was surprised when I discovered her lack of pubic hair. I decided to leave the discussion of why she had done this to later, as I didn't want anything to interrupt the moment.

I spread her labia with my fingers and then licked her from her vaginal entrance to her clit, pausing at her clit to suck the little bud into my mouth for a bit. The reaction it caused was very evident in her body. Her vulva vibrated, and natural lubricant came streaming out of her vaginal entrance. I dipped my tongue into her lubricant and immediately found an intact hymen across her vaginal entrance.

Nevertheless, the hole in her hymen was large enough for a steady flow of lubricant. I brought my index finger up to the hole in her hymen and slowly pressed in as I continued to lick and suck her labia and clitoris. My finger slowly worked its way into her pussy, with her hymen stretching around my finger as I pressed it forward. When my finger was two knuckles into her vagina, I was amazed because her hymen hadn't torn, nor did she act like there had been any pain.

I started using the "c'mere" gesture with my finger, rubbing the tip against her g-spot as I continued to suck and lick her clit and labia. That certainly got a reaction. Her hips started to rock against me, bucking up to allow even more sensations in her genitals. She was getting very close to an orgasm very fast, so I just intensified my motions until waves of orgasmic pleasure started washing over her.

As her orgasm flowered, I slid up over her until my cock came into contact with her pussy. Then, I slid it a couple of times through her natural lubricant and pressed the cockhead through her hymen and into her vagina. Inday gasped and her face grimaced as her hymen was destroyed, but when she realized that my cock was already pressing against her cervix deep in her vagina, she just wrapped her legs around my back and tried to pull me even deeper into her body.

I remained still for about a minute while Inday's vagina got used to me being fully inside of her. Then, I started sliding in and out of her pussy, slow short strokes at first and then increasing the rhythm and length of strokes as we progressed. Pretty soon, my cock was slamming into her depths in rapid succession and her hips were rocking to meet my thrusts. The whole time I was thrusting into her, she was giving me butterfly kisses and whispering, "I love you."

It felt great sliding my hard cock in and out of Inday's vagina, and I lasted for quite a while, but eventually I couldn't resist the urge to ejaculate. I felt my orgasm rising and pressed my cock firmly against her cervix, ensuring that my semen would be pumped directly into her womb and beyond. She squealed when my semen started to shoot into her, gripping my body as she once against was overcome by waves of orgasmic pleasure. In the end, both of us were totally exhausted.

I collapsed and rolled to the side, and as had happened so many times before with Filipinas, she rolled with me, refusing to let my cock slide out of her vagina. I think it is an ownership thing, like, "You are mine. You aren't going anywhere." In any event, I have always liked this behavior. It imparts a feeling of being needed, valued, and desired.

Neither of us had anywhere that we needed to be, so we stayed in bed sleeping and making love until late the next morning. When hunger pangs started bothering Inday, she asked if I had any food in the house. I told her there were eggs, bacon and bread in the kitchen. She smiled and told me to stay in bed until she came back with breakfast.

Fifteen minutes later, there was a tray full of breakfast for both of us sitting on the bed between us. "I hope you like my cooking," she chirped. It was just scrambled eggs with crumbled bacon and toast, so I don't think she could have messed it up. It made for great bacon and egg sandwiches.

When we were finished with breakfast, I moved the tray to the nightstand and pulled her over to straddle me. "Mmmm..." she moaned as her vulva moved against my cock. Neither of us had dressed yet, so her breasts were hanging down in my face. I took advantage of that fact and moved to suck her nipple into my mouth. She squealed in delight and adjusted to let me have even better access to her breasts.

My tummy was getting wet from the lubrication leaking from her pussy, and my cock was bumping against her clitoris every time she pushed down against me. I was switching back and forth between her nipples, trying to give both nipples equal attention, and she was sliding up and down over my cockhead. I wasn't sure how long I could stand it before I came between us. She must have had the same thought because she reached between us and positioned my cock at her vaginal entrance. Then, she slowly engulfed my cock in her pussy, not stopping until my cock had hit maximum depth and was pressed firmly against her cervix. She asked, "Does that feel as good to you as it does to me?"

"I don't know how good it feels to you, but I am living in paradise," I replied.

"Yes," she said. "That is about what it feels like to me too." I could no longer stay attached to her nipples with my lips as she started the back and forth motion of fucking on top of me. Her breasts were swinging as she slid up and down my body. She was sliding down all the way until my cock was pressed against her cervix and then sliding up until only part of my cockhead remained sheathed in her vagina. Over and over, faster and faster, harder and harder, she continued. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning and squealing with every down stroke.

Finally, I saw her eyes open and then, as her orgasm completely overwhelmed her, she just stared off into space with her mouth hanging open. There was no chance that I could have held on any longer after her pussy started milking my cock, and I was soon pumping load after load of my semen through her cervix and deep into her womb. Paradise. This was paradise.

Inday collapsed on top of me, and she was soon sleeping peacefully. I very quickly fell asleep too with Inday lying peacefully on top of my body. We hadn't gotten enough sleep the night before (someone kept waking me up to fuck), so we actually slept for a while during the middle of the day. When I awoke, she was curled up against me with her head in the crook of my arm and her arms wrapped around me.

"So," she said. "Where do we go from here?"

I smiled at her and replied, "Where would you like it to go from here?" I wanted to know if she already had plans.

I was very pleasantly surprised when Inday simply replied, "Wherever you want it to go will be fine with me."

"Maybe a shower would be a nice start," I said. "Would you like to shower with me?"

She laughed, "Sure. I will shower with you, but that wasn't what I was asking."

"I know," I answered. "I still have to think about the long-term implications of our relationship though. I hope you can be patient with me."

"Of course," she said. "It must be hard on you, since you are still getting used to not having Joann in your bed. I hope that will change over time, but I will be patient. I'm not Joann, and I never will be, but I hope that you will start to love me over time... provided we stay together."

"Let's get a shower together first, and then we can go to Ayala for an early dinner and some shopping," I replied. "Then, we can take it one step at a time and see how well this all works out."

I stood and beckoned Inday to join me in the shower. I took the towel she had been laying on, and sprayed it with Shout and then put it in the sink to soak in some Oxyclean. Then, I got into the shower to adjust the water temperature. Inday watched everything I did, and then she got into the shower with me. One of the things that sold me on my apartment was the huge shower stall. There was plenty of room for two people to shower and also have some sexual fun at the same time.

Inday really enjoyed the shower with me, and she was so playful throughout that she paused the cleaning twice to make love to me again. She was insatiable, and she always seemed to desire me sexually. That is exactly what you want in a wife. Once we were finally cleaned, rinsed and dried, we got dressed and headed for Ayala Center Mall. Of all the malls in the Cebu City area, Ayala was always my favorite. It was huge and had numerous boutiques, where you could buy just about anything you could want, at least in the way of clothing.

We started out with lunch at a good restaurant, and then we stopped in some women's clothing boutiques to buy Inday some new sun dresses, sandals, panties and nighties. Inday had no idea that we would be doing this, and she was extremely excited every time I had her try on something new. You couldn't have wiped the smile off of her face. Inday was sure that I was committing to her, as nobody had ever bought her so many beautiful things.

She discovered very quickly how much I disliked bras with sun dresses, and Inday quickly adjusted her thinking to match mine. After she tried on the first dress, I never saw her bra again. I know, it's a little thing; but it gives me an indication as to whether or not a girl can be flexible for me. If she can't bend on this, then what other problems would we have down the line because she refused to be flexible? I guess it has become one of my litmus tests for the possibility of a relationship. I had always thought that women had to be at least somewhat submissive to be good wives. A good marriage could not have two drivers, any more than a car could. From what I had seen, partners pulling in two different directions would always lead to disaster.

Inday wore one of her new sun dresses out of the first boutique (with me carrying her old clothes and two other new sun dresses in a bag. We stopped in two other dress boutiques for more purchases and then went through several shoe boutiques while she tried to find the perfect sandals. I was used to this by now, so I just found a place to sit in each boutique and let her browse. Finally, we stopped at a lingerie boutique, so she could pick out a dozen pairs of seamless panties (who likes panty lines or panties that are difficult to remove?), a couple of sexy nighties and a short satin robe. It was getting late, so we stopped at another restaurant to get a small bite to eat before going back to our apartment.

Like I said, you couldn't have wiped the smile off of Inday's face with an eraser. She was one very happy girl. "I guess you have decided to keep me at least for a while," she said when we got inside of the apartment. "What would you like? Would you like me to try on all of these clothes for you, or would you rather I give you a massage?"

I thought for a second and answered, "Yes... to both."

Inday blinked in surprise, but replied, "Okay. I can do that." Then, she started out by laying her new clothes out on the bed to keep them straight. "Thank you for this. I never could have afforded these clothes on my own," she said and then started toward the bathroom with the first dress.

"Why don't you just change outfits right here?" I asked. "There is no reason to be modest with me, especially if we will be living together."

Inday thought about it and then turned back toward me (I was lying on the bed) to peel off the sun dress she was wearing. "You have already seen this dress, so I will try on the rest of my new clothes for you." She had the dress down around her ankles when she realized what I had just said. "Wait. You want me to live with you?"

"Yes," I replied. At least long enough for us to know whether or not this will work out, and I am sure that will take quite some time."

Inday launched herself across the top of the bed and was quickly covering me in kisses and pressing her bare breasts against me. Between kisses came a stream of, "I love you, I love you, I love you." My hands were loving the feel of her bare breasts, and she was loving the feel of my hands on her breasts. "Do you still want me to model these clothes, or is there something else you would like to do?" she whispered in my ear.

"We have plenty of time for everything," I replied. "Let's start with the modeling, and you can end it by modeling the nighties and panties that I didn't get to see you in. Then, you can massage me wearing whatever the last sexy piece of clothing you choose for the show, and then I am fairly sure we will end up making love anyway." I smiled.

"Okay," she said and popped up to put on the first sun dress. Once it was on, Inday looked at herself in the full-length mirror and spun around for me. One of the nice things about sun dresses is how they flair up sexily when a woman spins around. I complimented her (getting huge smiles from her) and she continued the show, stripping off the dress. I told her to hang each dress on a hanger in the closet when she was finished with it, so that by the end of the show, she would have all of her new clothes put away (either in the closet or in the dresser).

After she had tried on all of the dresses, Inday tried on the sheer nighties and was amazed at how small the G-strings were. I told her not to worry. The G-strings were more to look at and to seduce than to cover anything, and they wouldn't stay on all that long anyway. She laughed at that.

After the nighties, she tried on each pair of seamless panties. Everything fit her perfectly. After she tried on the last piece, she stripped it off, folded it, and put it away in a drawer. Then, Inday crawled across the bed to give me a massage. I still had my clothes on, and she said, "This just won't do." I quickly removed all of my clothes and lay back down on the bed.

Inday started with my feet and was moving up my body from there. By the time she was massaging my butt, my cock was already rock hard. Of course, she noticed, but she continued the massage across my butt and up my back. After she was done with my back, she had me turn over. When I rolled, she immediately straddled my hips. Almost before I knew what was happening, she slid my cock into her pussy up to the hilt. Then, she leaned over, letting her breasts hang under her, and kissed me passionately. "I really do love you. I hope you know that."

Inday slowly started sliding against me, sheathing and unsheathing my cock. I closed my eyes and sighed. "Does that feel good?" she asked.

"Oh God yes," I replied. "It feels great."

"Good. Then just lay there and let me do the work," she said softy. So, I just lay on my back and let Inday fuck me. She started slowly at first, luxuriating in the pleasure that my cock was giving her, but soon she increased the tempo and force of her movements and soon there were sloshing sounds filling the room as her natural lubricant flowed from her pussy to coat my cock and balls.

Inday was now fucking hard against me, bouncing up and down on my cock, bringing us both to climax. Powerful waves of pleasure swept over both of us at the same time, blinding us with light, taking us both to paradise. My cock was pressed tightly against her cervix, pumping spurt after spurt of semen deep into her womb as her vaginal muscles milked me for every last drop.

A thought suddenly appeared to me. I was sad that I no longer had the ability to give this woman a baby. Inday collapsed against me, but then raised up enough to kiss me on the lips. She was surprised to see tears flowing from my eyes. "What is wrong," she asked.

"I'm not sure that I can explain," I answered, "but I felt a sudden sense of loss that no child will be produced by our coupling. With my vasectomy, I can't have children, and if you stay with me, you will never have children either. Isn't that important to you?"

Inday kissed the tears from my cheeks and said, "I'm sure that every woman wants to have children, but I will sacrifice that to be with you. I love you, and I know that we can be very happy together, with or without children." With that, Inday kissed me passionately.

Even if I had wanted to reply to her, I couldn't have done it through her kisses. Nor did I want to stop embracing her long enough to even try to reply. This woman was a gem. I knew that now. When she finally broke the kiss, I mentioned, "Should we go to your room tomorrow morning to pick up all of your things? That way, you will be able to move into our apartment completely."

Inday smiled down at me and then resumed the kiss, and she also resumed the motion in her hips. Amazingly, I was still hard inside of her. The second round was more relaxed than the first, and we were coupled for a long, long time before we once again found ourselves in paradise. I fell asleep with her laying on top of me and my cock still embedded in her pussy.

At some point, Inday rolled off of my body to curl up against my side. She knew better than to make me feel confined while I was asleep. I woke in the morning with her still snuggling up next to me, sound asleep herself. I gingerly got up without waking her to sneak into the bathroom to go pee. By the time I got back to the bed, Inday was awake. "Good morning," she said. "Did you sleep well?"

"I slept very well, thank you," I replied. "I seldom sleep that long or that soundly, so I'm surprised."

Inday smiled sweetly up at me. "I'm glad I was able to help you sleep better," she said.

I had no idea if it was her that made me sleep peacefully, but I was willing to give Inday the benefit of the doubt. I crawled back across the bed and slid under the sheet with her, quickly drawing her into an embrace. She kissed me passionately and hugged me tight. Even if something went wrong to mess this up, I was totally enjoying her presence in my bed at that moment. I had learned the hard way that happiness is often fleeting, and that we need to appreciate good things when they come to us. I decided to really appreciate Inday.

Inday kissed me and then got up and fixed breakfast. She brought it to me in the bedroom, so we could share more time in bed. After breakfast, she put the tray on the night stand and then turned to snuggle up to me again. She started out straddling my waist, and then she rolled me over her so I was lying between her wide-spread legs. I reached between us to line my cock up with her vaginal entrance and pushed slowly into her depths.

I looked down at her and said, "Maybe we should stop this now and go get the stuff out of your old room."

"If you slide out of me without making me climax first," she moaned, "I will have to kill you." Well, that was pretty much to the point. Priorities had been established. Sex first, then a shower and then a trip to her old place. I slid out a little just to slam back into her. Inday smiled up at me and rocked her hips to meet my thrusts.

"Pete?" Inday whispered. "Is this heaven? It feels like heaven to me."

"Yes, Inday," I replied as I pressed my cock against her cervix again. "This is as close to heaven as we can get without first dying." Again and again, I pumped my cock into her, each time feeling as if I was touching her soul with my soul. We remained locked in this intertwining of souls for what seemed like an eternity. Time simply stood still.

At last, I felt my balls clench and my orgasm taking over my mind and body. I pressed into her as far as possible, letting my semen pump through her cervix and deep into her womb and beyond. As my orgasm overwhelmed me, I felt her shaking, the warm semen shooting into her womb triggering her own orgasm and causing her to come unglued.

We collapsed on the bed, both gasping for air as we recovered from the experience. After a short rest, she stood and pulled me to the shower to clean up. Then, we went to her boarding house to get her things and end her lease. While there, she was given a note from a roommate. It was from her uncle, and it said that her parents were very ill and needed her at home.

That certainly wasn't what I had expected. I expected to be moving her into my apartment, and instead found myself helping her pack her old clothes and her new clothes to go to Leyte. I asked her when she would be back, and she said she would text me when she knew more about the situation. For anybody who knows about travel in the Philippines, you will know that Inday was in for a long trip including buses and ferries to get back to her home.

I gave her enough money for the trip and a return trip, hoping that the problem could be resolved quickly. Unfortunately, her first text from her parents' home told a different story. They were both seriously ill and had been for some time. They just hadn't said anything because they wanted her to finish her education. Now, however, they needed her help, and they wanted her to be closer to them. That meant she had to get a job in the town of Maasin on Leyte, which she did surprisingly quickly. What was supposed to be a short stay turned into a permanent move.

I asked her what this meant for us, and she replied that she was obligated to do what her parents asked, so there was little chance that she would be returning to Cebu City. "I think we should end it now, rather than going on in the hope that things might change," she said. "I hope that you will find happiness." And with that, the romance with Inday came to an end.

I was in shock. I started to think that a long-term relationship might not be possible. This experience did do one thing for me, though. I had received numerous texts and social media messages from other girls that I could follow up on. I had ignored them while there was a chance that Inday could become more than just a girlfriend. Now, there was no chance of that, but maybe there was still a chance for me to find happiness.

Chapter 60 -- Linda

After Inday broke up with me, I scanned through the texts and messages I had received from other girls since Joann had died. I hadn't really paid attention to them before, and I was surprised at how many there were. I decided that I would contact each one and ask for a date. That way, I could interview each girl to see if there was a possible match before I had wasted too much time. I would ask about them and tell them everything about me on that first date. Surprisingly, this was very successful.

Of those I contacted, most were willing to go on a date with me. About half ended contact when the date ended. They were either no longer interested due to my vasectomy or my military background and its mental aftermath, or they just didn't think there would be a future. The other half went to my apartment with me. Of those, about half went to bed with me, most of those losing their virginities to me. However, something arose in almost every case that made them decide to not pursue a long-term relationship, that is, until I met Linda.

I had gone through most of the list when I came to Linda. She was an old friend of Joann, and she was working as an elementary teacher in a Cebu City public school when I met her. It had been a few months since Linda had texted me, so she was surprised when she received my return text. "Hi," she replied. I didn't think you were interested in me."

"Please forgive me," I replied. "It has taken me a while to get over Joann's death."

"There is nothing to forgive," she stated.

"Would you like to have dinner with me this Friday?" I asked.

"What time?" she replied.

"What time are you available?" I asked.

"I could meet you at 5:30 or 6," she said.

"OK," I replied. "I will meet you at 5:30 on Friday at the steps to The Terraces." She agreed and it was a date. At a few minutes past 5:30 on Friday, Linda came walking toward me in a blouse and skirt. I was happy to see her.

I was surprised at how well we clicked. Linda had known Joann since they were children, although Linda was a few years older. Linda's parents had taken her to the city to try to find work when she was a teenager, so she had finished her schooling in public schools in the city. She, like Joann, had grown up very poor, but she had worked hard to get her degree at Cebu Normal University and qualify for a teaching job. Disturbingly to her, though, she discovered after she got a DepEd job that she didn't really enjoy teaching that much and wondered if she had made a bad choice in careers. Teachers made fairly good money, but there were far too many sacrifices.

Linda told me that the Department of Education (DepEd) treated teachers like slaves, and they didn't have much freedom, even when they weren't on what was supposed to be school time. Supposedly volunteer positions in Scouts or other school-related organizations were forced on younger teachers like herself. She also thought that DepEd was more concerned with procedure than they were with education. Too many children were being lost through the cracks, even in the fourth grade where she taught.

When I asked about her hopes and dreams, she listed marriage to a good man as number one. I asked about children, and she replied that it was more important that she have a happy husband than children. I then told her about myself, emphasizing that I couldn't have children, and she said she was fine with that. "In fact," she said, "That would free us up to enjoy each other even more." That is a fairly rare attitude to find in a Filipina.

I asked Linda about sex before marriage and she replied, "Marriage is my main goal, but I am OK with sex before I actually get married. How else will I know if he will truly make me happy?"

To say that we had a great conversation during dinner would be an understatement. At the end of the meal, I asked if she would like to come with me to my apartment. That was when she told me that she still lived with her parents and sisters here in Cebu City. She said that she would have to ask her mother for permission before she went to my apartment.

I thought that would mean, "No," but I was wrong.

Linda got on her cell phone and talked with her mother in Bisayan. When she hung up, she said, "My mother said to make sure that I am sure about you before I do anything, but that she is OK with me going to your apartment. When I told her that you were Joann's husband, she told me that she had heard that you were a good man."

"And are you sure about me?" I asked.

"Not 100% sure," she replied. "But I am close enough to sure to give this a chance."

I called the waitress over and paid the bill. Then, we went out to catch a taxi to my apartment. Once there, we went up to my apartment and I explained the shoe removal ritual to her. She smiled. "That is a very sensible thing to do. We do the same at home.

I gave her the nickel tour of the apartment, and we ended up in my bedroom. Her eyes went wide and she said that she had never seen such a big bed before. I told her it was a resort king, which is basically like two queen-sized beds placed side-to-side. Linda asked if she could lay on it, and I nodded. She immediately crawled across the bed to the middle, laying her head on the many pillows. "Wow," she cried. "This bed is so comfortable."

"May I join you?" I asked.

"Of course," she replied. "It is your bed."

I crawled over and lay down with my head in the crook of her arm. That put my face between her face and her breasts. I appreciated the softness of her breast against my chin. She must have liked it too because she held me even closer and kissed my forehead.

I leaned up and kissed her on the lips. Linda made no move toward or away from me as I kissed her, and I just continued on kissing her romantically. At first, her eyes were open, but then she succumbed to the sensations she was feeling and her eyes closed. That first kiss lasted over a minute. When I broke the kiss I asked, "Did you enjoy that?"

"Oh yes," Linda responded, "It was my first kiss from a man, and it was everything I dreamed it would be and more. Can we do it again? I think I like this."

Pleased that she had enjoyed her first kiss, I repositioned myself and kissed her again. This time, my tongue found its way between her teeth and into her mouth. At first, she wasn't sure what to do with it, but soon her tongue was dancing with my own. By the time our lips parted again, we were both gasping for air. That didn't stop us though. I went in for a third kiss and she was pulling me into her, trying to position me on top of her with my legs between hers. Her skirt was wadded up at her waist and my hands found their way under her blouse to her bra, and I was soon caressing her breasts through the soft material.

I started unbuttoning her blouse, and Linda made no attempt to stop me. In fact, she was soon unbuttoning my shirt as well. All the while, we were heavily engaged with our mouths. Once her blouse was completely unbuttoned, I lifted her and pulled the blouse off of her shoulders. She, in turn, pulled my shirt off of my shoulders and down my arms as well.

With her sitting up, I reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Linda slumped her shoulders forward to allow her bra to be pulled free of her breasts. She looked at me shyly and asked, "Are they OK? I've always thought they were too small."

"I have never seen more beautiful breasts," I told her. She was worried because her breasts weren't huge. However, my philosophy had always been that anything more than a mouthful was a waste, so I was being honest when I praised hers.

Linda smiled and pulled my face toward her nipples, which I was eager to suckle. I estimated that her breasts were a "B" cup at the time, not big, but not tiny either. Her nipples were small pebbles on areolas the size of 25-centavo coins. Her skin was light caramel with light brown nipples and areolas. This is my favorite color combination, and it is one of the main reasons why I prefer Filipinas over other women. That, and of course, their dedication to their men.

She was holding me close to her, switching me between her breasts to try for equal attention for both nipples. I was happy to comply, and I spent some time kissing and sucking the caramel flesh around her areolas as well. This resulted in small hickeys on the soft flesh of her lower breasts. I learned a long time before that it wasn't a good idea to embarrass a girl by giving her love bites in places where others might see them. The lower breast is only seen by her lover, so this was usually acceptable.

Linda was starting to moan as I continued to suckle at her breasts, obviously enjoying my ministrations. I decided it was time to let my hands wander lower on her body. I soon realized that her panties were already soaked, so I reached to her side to unzip her skirt and slide it down her legs. I saw no need to waste effort, so I lowered her panties at the same time. Linda lifted her bottom off the bed to allow me to move her skirt and panties past her bottom and down her legs.

Once they were down around her shins, Linda moved enough to kick them free of her feet. The playing field was free and open. I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my zipper and slid my shorts and boxers down my legs and off my feet. Now, there was nothing between us. It surprised me when she spread her legs and then wrapped them around my waist.

I could have taken her virginity right then, but I wanted her to thoroughly enjoy this experience. So much of a woman's lifetime attitude toward sex is shaped by her first experience, and I wanted Linda to love sex for the rest of her life, whether or not she was with me.

I slid down her body, forcing her to releasing the grip she had around my waist, and kissing my way down to her pussy. I can't tell you how many times I have heard a Filipina say, "That is dirty," when she realizes that I am going to kiss and suck her pussy. Linda was no exception, but I told her that any man who wouldn't do this with his lover wasn't worth having because this was where a lot of a woman's pleasure lived.

I told her that I wanted to give her the most pleasure that I could, so she would love me even more if we were going to be together. Her legs relaxed slightly and I was able to access her labia and clitoris with my tongue. Linda's reaction was strong and immediate. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," she squealed. I couldn't help but smile as I worked over every part of her pussy. My index finger found the tiny hole in her hymen, and although it was uncomfortable for her at first, I was able to slide my finger into her vagina past the first knuckle without tearing her hymen. That was enough to allow me to caress her G-spot with my fingertip, further escalating her pleasure.

Some women take forever to warm up enough for an orgasm, but Linda got there in a hurry. I suddenly found her shaking and natural lubrication flowing freely out of her vagina. I realized that Linda was ready to go further, so as she was overwhelmed by her orgasm, I slid up her body until my cock was lined up with her vaginal entrance. I kissed her passionately as my cockhead slid into her virgin entrance and split her hymen forever. She whimpered as my cock slid fully into her vagina, but she continued kissing me the whole time.

By the time her orgasm had finished, my cock was fully seated in her vagina, with my cockhead pressed firmly against her cervix deep inside. "Ohhh," she moaned as she realized that she was no longer a virgin. Her eyes were shut in a grimace as she felt the sting of her torn hymen, but then she slowly realized that the pain was fading almost as quickly as it had come.

When Linda pushed against me tentatively, I knew that it was time to start thrusting and withdrawing my cock in her pussy. I started slow and only withdrew a little at first before sliding back in, and then I gradually increased the rhythm and length of thrusts and withdrawals until my cock was slamming fully into her and my balls were slapping her butt with every thrust.

I was withdrawing until only the tip of my cock was still sheathed, so we would both have the repeated pleasure of entry with every thrust. After all, the area close to the entrance is where the most pleasure nerves are located in a woman's vagina. It is a rare girl who has more than slight sensations from deep within her vagina. Of course, those women who do feel deep sensations fully are sometimes the most memorable, but it is possible for a woman to have a total meltdown of an orgasm without feeling much at all internally.

Linda's mind and body were coming unglued long before I got to orgasm. There were lots of squeals and moans coming from her as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. I just kept thrusting until my orgasm finally hit me. I pressed firmly against her cervix and unloaded load after load of semen deep into her womb. Did Linda enjoy her first experience? It was difficult to know for a while because she was completely catatonic.

It was as if she was paralyzed for several minutes, still jerking sporadically, but basically in suspended animation. When Linda finally emerged into full consciousness, she started kissing my face. I was loving the experience as well. Not many girls had such a huge and lengthy climax as Linda had experienced, and it was fun just watching the pleasure she was experiencing as I fucked her.

Indeed, it was a while before either of us descended from paradise. When Linda could finally talk again, she smiled and simply stated, "If you asked me to marry you right now, I would say YES." That was probably the greatest compliment I had ever been given.

I asked, "So, does that mean that you love me then?"

"Oh yes," she replied. "I feel your soul living within me already. I think we are joined forever, and not just physically."

"I know what you mean," I said. "I, too, feel the connection."

A look of panic swept across her face. "Please don't ever leave me. I couldn't stand it."

I kissed her in reply, "You don't need to worry about me leaving. I am feeling this as much as you are."

Again, Linda was covering my face in kisses until we were both finally exhausted. We fell asleep with her snuggled up to me, still kissing me occasionally. I'm pretty sure she was even kissing me in her sleep, but that may have been a dream.

I woke up during the night, and I leaned over to suckle her breast. Linda woke slightly and moaned in pleasure, rolling toward me to offer me her nipple more fully. This is one of my favorite things to do, especially when the woman I am with enjoys it.

As I suckled her nipple, Linda said, "I love you" for the first time. It was strange. I truly felt her love flowing through me. "I love you" is such an easy thing to say, and it is often not really meant the first time it is uttered in a budding relationship, but for some reason I knew that her love for me was real.

I continued to suckle her nipples, switching back and forth as Linda became more and more turned on. Pretty soon, my hips were nestled between her legs and my cockhead contacted her vaginal opening. It slid in so easily, so I pressed it home until it was fully buried in her depths. "Ahhhh..." she moaned as her hips rocked to meet my cock as it entered her.

I lifted up to kiss her again, and said, "I think I love you too." My cock was fully buried and there was a visible change in her when I said that. Linda pressed her body into me, wanting full contact at every point. Then she started rocking her hips, setting up a tempo.

I quickly recovered, and was thrusting and withdrawing, pressing firmly against her cervix with every thrust. The tempo and power of my thrusts increased as she kept right with me. I know that Linda was still a little tender from our first coupling because she grimaced from time to time as we made love, but her enthusiasm increased with every thrust. She was committed to pleasing me, and she was backing that intent with action. I was at peace in the midst of chaos. My body was rutting her, but my soul was connecting to hers. This was truly what paradise was supposed to feel like.

More and more of her natural lubricant flowed out around my cock as it slid in and out of Linda's vagina, covering the base of my cock and the area around her vaginal entrance with lubricant. Our bodies were sloshing together with each thrust, and her lubricant was starting to drip down into her butt crack.

Again, Linda was squealing and moaning, adding to the symphony of sounds coming from our coupling. I guess we were both equally turned on because we both arrived at the end together. My cock was fully into her, pressing firmly against her cervix as my balls pumped load after load of semen into her quivering body. Her vaginal walls were milking my cock as she was overcome by powerful waves of pleasure.

"Oh my God," she screamed. If ever I was worried that my neighbors would hear, that was it. Luckily, my apartment was either soundproof or my neighbors were deaf, because nobody ever complained.

I fell asleep with my cock still lodged deep in her pussy and my body covering hers. Again, having my weight on them was a problem for some girls, but Linda said it made her feel wonderful, and she quickly fell asleep under me. I have no idea how she managed to breathe, but she did.

It was morning when we woke. I rolled to the side and asked if she had slept well. Linda replied that she had and asked if I wanted her to make some breakfast. That sounded good to me, and she scooted into the kitchen to see what I had available.

A little while later, there were omelets, sautéed country potatoes with onion and bell peppers, bacon and orange juice being served on a tray to me on my bed. Linda was smiling broadly and said, "I hope you like my cooking." She should never have doubted herself because everything was delicious. I complimented her on her cooking skills several times during breakfast.

After breakfast, I tried to help Linda clean up the dishes, but she wasn't having any of it. She finished them up and then rejoined me on the bed... still naked. There is something special about a woman who is comfortable nude. It is very rare with Filipinas. I told her she was beautiful and asked if she would like to shower with me. She smiled and nodded her assent.

I adjusted the water temperature and we entered the shower. Showers are always fun with a girl who doesn't have a lot of experience with them. Linda was used to a bucket bath in her parents' home, and she had never had warm water in a real shower before. I wet her body down and then got out the leftover body wash, shampoo and cream rinse that Joann had used.

When we got in, I started out by kissing Linda and rubbing my hands all over her body. By the time I was applying body wash, she was used to my touch and more comfortable with me attending to her. I thoroughly scrubbed her and then rinsed all of the body wash from her body. Of course, I paid special attention to the most interesting places.

When she thought it was over, I wet her hair and then applied shampoo. I enjoy washing a woman's hair, especially when it is long and silky like Linda's. she had no rats in her hair, and I made sure that none would develop during our shower by running a brush through her hair many times as I washed it. I then rinsed her hair with clean water, again brushing through her hair to keep it straight and untangled.

Finally, I applied cream rinse to her hair and brushed it in. This, I let stay in her hair once it had been applied. It would be rinsed out after she was done cleaning me. I handed her my Irish Spring body wash, and she started scrubbing me all over. Linda spent a lot of time on my cock and balls, and I almost forgot what we were doing in the shower.

When I had been thoroughly cleaned, Linda rinsed my body (again paying special attention to my cock and balls). I was having a hard time standing because all of my blood had rushed to my cock, but somehow, I managed to rinse the cream rinse out of her hair while brushing it once again. We got out of the shower and dried each other with fluffy towels. Then, we went back to the bedroom.

I asked Linda if she would like to move in with me, and she smiled and quickly said yes. She did say, though, that she would have to get her parents' permission. Imagine that happening in a western country. I agreed, and we got dressed to go to her parents' house.

I asked how much she had in clothes, and she said, "Not much. Mostly my school uniforms and a few dresses and underwear and things."

"School uniforms?" I asked. "I thought you had graduated."

Linda looked at me funny and replied, "Teachers wear uniforms here."

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Just about everybody wears uniforms here," I responded. She laughed.

Because she didn't have much to bring back, I had decided to take my motorcycle, but Linda warned against it. "My parents live in an area without real streets, so your motorcycle wouldn't be safe there."

We went downstairs and caught a taxi. It was only about ten minutes to her parents' neighborhood, which Linda referred to as a 'sitio.' It was basically a slum area, and indeed there were no streets. There wasn't even a path wide enough for a motorcycle, and the paths that were there twisted and turned enough to make the place a maze.

When we arrived at the house (that is a loose interpretation of the shack I saw), we went in to meet with Linda's parents. I was amazed that her mother had heard anything about me, but the grapevine is strong in the Philippines, and you have to expect mothers to know everything about you even before you meet them. Linda's dad was at work, so Linda's mother took the role of interrogator (though she probably would have even if he had been there).

Like I said, she already had a good idea about me before she even knew I was going to date her daughter. She and Linda had been at Joann's funeral, but I wasn't really aware of my surroundings there, let alone of the people attending. Since she knew Joann's mother from years past, she had asked a lot of questions about the "Kano" that had married Joann. I guess I got a pretty good review.

"Mom, this is Pete," Linda said when her mother met us at the door. "I told you about him."

"Welcome Pete," her mom replied. "I have heard a lot about you."

"I hope it was all good Ma'am," I joked.

"It was," she said. "Please, just call me Tata." She led us into their home, and I was surprised at how little they had. At one end of the space was a small kitchen and a door leading to what I suspected was a CR, and at the other end were sleeping pads on the floor separated only by hanging sheets. There wouldn't be much privacy in this home.

Linda told her mom why we were there, and how I had asked her to live with me in my apartment. Tata looked at me and asked, "Pete, are you going to commit to my daughter, or is this just a temporary thing?"

I hadn't expected questions like this so soon, but I answered as best I could. "Tata, I am an honorable man. I will never do anything to hurt Linda."

"Then, you have my blessing," Tata said. "But, if you do ever hurt her, I will make sure that you are hurt too."

"That sounded like a threat, but I'm not worried," I replied. "I will never hurt her."

"It was more of a promise than a threat," she said. "But I believe you. I knew Joann, and I understand that she was very happy with you."

Linda went to the back of the sleeping area to gather up her things while her mom got me a drink and we continued to talk. Twenty minutes later, she rejoined us carrying some black plastic trash bags filled with her stuff. Tata tried to get us to stay to eat, but Linda wanted to get back to the apartment. I would meet Linda's dad another time. He was at work, even though it was a Saturday. That was common with poor people in the Philippines.

We walked back along the paths to get out of the sitio and finally got to a real street. I hailed a taxi, and we headed back to the apartment. When we got there, I cleared part of the closet and a couple of drawers in my dresser, so Linda would have room for her things. It turned out that, with the exception of her teacher uniforms, she didn't really have that many decent clothes.

When I saw her dearth of clothes, I immediately asked Linda if she would like to go to Ayala with me. It was early afternoon, so she probably thought we were just going for a late lunch. We would have lunch, actually, but her sparse wardrobe needed some serious attention as well.

We went back downstairs to catch a taxi to Ayala Center Mall. Fifteen minutes later, we were walking into a restaurant in the mall. She was giddy because she was with me as my girlfriend, and she could barely contain her excitement. Personally, I didn't think I was that great a catch, but she obviously disagreed with my assessment.

When we finished lunch, I told her we would be doing some shopping. We first stopped at some dress boutiques for several sun dresses (my favorite), and Linda first learned of my disdain for bras. She never argued, but rather just went back into the changing room and slipped her bra off to show me the dress again.

"Much better," I said, and she smiled. After four dress boutiques and nine sun dresses and a couple of Sunday dresses, we went to shoe shops to look for sandals that would go with her new dresses. Of course, that took a while. Women NEVER make up their minds quickly when it comes to shoes. Nevertheless, we ended up buying three pairs of sandals and one pair of pumps.

Linda was already happy, and she was totally surprised when we went to a lingerie boutique. I had her pick out two dozen seamless panties, and I picked out a couple of sheer nighties for her. I think she was embarrassed by the nighties, but she tried them on anyway. Of course, she wouldn't come out of the fitting room with either of the nighties on, but at least I was able to peek while she had each of the nighties on in the fitting room. Nice. I picked a short satin robe for her to wear around the apartment too. Then, I got her a couple of sexy lace bras to wear with the Sunday dresses, provided that she would throw away any old bras she had. She agreed, and I had the woman in the lingerie boutique fit her properly for a bra. Linda was surprised because she had been wearing the wrong size bra all of her life, and the new bras were much more comfortable.

We then stopped at the department store for toiletries and women's care products, so Linda wouldn't have to use products that had been left in the apartment by others. By the time we got back to the apartment, she was so excited she was about to burst. On entering, we took everything into the bedroom and she turned to face me. "You didn't tell me we were going shopping," she said. Then she hugged me and reached up to pull me into a kiss.

"Wait," I said. "First, I want a full fashion show. I didn't get to see that much in the stores."

Linda smiled. "Whatever my man wants, he gets." She was already wearing one of the new sun dresses, so she spun around to show me all sides. Then, she grabbed another dress and started toward the bathroom.

"Stop," I said. "I want you to do your changing right here in front of me." She was surprised and was blushing, but she slid the first dress off. I told her to hang each dress in the closet when she removed it. Of course, that allowed me to see more of her in just panties too, since she wasn't wearing a bra.

She modelled each dress in turn and then pulled the first nighty out of the bag and held it up. "These too?" she asked.

I smiled. "Of course."

Linda pulled off the last dress, hung it up and then slipped into the first nighty. That was when she noticed the matching G-string and her eyes widened. "What is this?" she asked.

"Take off your panties and put it on," I replied.

Linda looked at it again and said, "This won't cover anything."

It isn't supposed to," I replied. "It is just supposed to look sexy and give me something to remove."

The light went on in her head, and Linda smiled as she peeled off her panties and replaced them with the matching G-string. Then, she twirled and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. "Wow. That is sexy," she said. Linda had a hungry look in her eyes when she faced me and asked, "Now what, Pete?"

I struggled, but I finally said, "You have one more nighty to try on." I don't think she would have been more stunned if I had shot her with a tranquilizer dart. Linda slumped her shoulders in disappointment, but slipped the nighty off to try on the last one. The second nighty was even sexier than the first, and she was once again excited to see herself in the mirror.

"Come over here and satisfy your man," I said. Linda turned, and the hungry look had returned to her eyes. As soon as she got to me, she straddled my legs and started removing my clothes. First went my shirt, then my shorts and finally my boxer briefs.

When I was naked, she straddled my lap again and started sliding her G-string covered pussy over my cock. I was already hard, but now I was hard enough to cut diamonds. I reached between our bodies and slid the G-string to the side. My cock was now sliding in her wet vulva, bumping both her clitoris and her vaginal entrance. Linda would jerk each time I touched something sensitive.

I rolled her over, so I was above her as she lay flat on her back, and quickly removed the G-string altogether from her legs and feet. When I had it off, Linda reached down, lined my cock up with her vaginal entrance, and fully sheathed me. She was so wet that there was no resistance to my cock sliding all the way up to her cervix.

I immediately started thrusting and withdrawing in her pussy. It was indescribable how good it felt to have my cock sliding inside of her warm, wet pussy. This was how paradise was supposed to feel. Indeed, this was paradise. I guess Linda felt that way too because she was squealing and moaning at the top of her lungs. Linda was one of the most vocal women I had ever been with, and it really turned me on.

The tempo and power of our coupling continued to increase until the sounds of sex filled the room, and my mind and body started melting down. We must have been made for each other because, not only did we fit together perfectly, but we were both overwhelmed by our orgasms in the same instant. I'm not sure which I felt first, her vaginal muscles spasming around my cock, or my cock shooting spurt after spurt of semen through her cervix. Our climaxes seemed to last forever as time stood still for both of us. We finally collapsed, swimming in ecstasy.

I could no longer hold myself up and rolled to the side. Linda, not wanting to lose the feeling of my cock buried in her pussy, rolled right along with me. We ended up laying on our sides, softly kissing and whispering to each other. I don't know how many times she said, "I love you," but it was a lot. I may have even said it to her a few times.

After a while, I realized that Linda was probably the kind of girl I had been looking for all of my life. First of all, she had come looking for me, not the other way around. Second, Linda was totally open with me, both with her background and her body. Third, we fit together perfectly, in more ways than one. Fourth, she was well-educated and fun in conversations. Fifth, I loved everything about Linda. Even though we hadn't been together long, there wasn't a single downside that I could see. Too often, I had waited too long to declare my feelings to women I cared about, and it had almost always resulted in tragedy.

This time would be different. Though I had no control over outcomes (only God has that kind of control), I could at least control the inputs. You might think that I fell in love too easily. That may be true, but all I could do was work with what I had. If I fell in love, I fell in love... and I had already fallen in love with Linda. Since she had already expressed her love for me many times, I figured it was unanimous.

Before I did anything, though, I needed Joann's official death certificate. Until I had that, I was still officially married. I went down to the National Statistics Office (NSO) and ordered copies of her death certificate. Amazingly, they had them to me within a couple of days. Nothing works that smoothly in the Philippines unless it is meant to be.

Linda had gone back to work on Monday (which was also when I went to the NSO office). By Wednesday afternoon, I had Joann's death certificate in hand. My time so far with Linda had been paradise, and if we weren't eating or shopping, we were in bed making love. Every morning, Linda would wake me by straddling my hips and sheathing my cock in her pussy. Could there possibly be a better way to wake up? I don't think so. Every evening would end only after we had worn ourselves out with orgasms, falling asleep in each other's arms.

After Linda went to her school on Thursday morning, I went to jewelry shops at the various malls. After going through several stores, I found the perfect engagement ring. Now, engagement rings are NOT common in the Philippines. Few women have them, but I wanted Linda to feel special, and I wanted her to feel a sense of belonging to me. I already had her ring size (I bought her a cheap silver ring at a kiosk), so it was simple to get her engagement ring sized once I found the right one.

I picked Linda up outside of her school on Thursday afternoon, and we went to a nice restaurant. There was nothing special about going to dinner right after school, but this restaurant was really something special. Linda almost died of shock when she saw the prices. I told her not to worry. I had it covered, and tonight was special.

Linda asked, "Why is tonight special?" I smiled and got down on one knee next to her chair. At first, she had no idea what was going on and was trying to get me back up. Then, it dawned on her what was happening and she almost fainted. Tears came to her eyes as I pulled the ring box out of my jacket pocket and opened it while asking, "Linda, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

"Yes!" she cried. "I will marry you and be your wife forever." Linda wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. PDA isn't usually acceptable in the Philippines, but we were given a pass by those around us in the restaurant, who were applauding us.

When she recovered, I took the diamond ring out of the box and slipped it on her finger. "Oh my God," she squealed. "I need to call my mother. This is beautiful."

"My mother told me that you were somebody special, and that I should hold to you tight, when we went to the house on Saturday, but I don't think that even she thought this would happen so quickly," she said.

"I want to have as much time with you as possible, and my recent experiences have taught me that we never have guarantees of time," I replied. "I hope that we will have many, many years of happiness and joy in front of us, but we don't ever know what life will hold for us, so we need to take advantage of every day we are given."

"I love you," Linda said softly. "I will always love you."

"I love you too," I replied.

We had a relaxed dinner. It was interrupted by a phone video call to Tata, which produced some screaming at both ends, but nobody in the restaurant seemed to mind. In fact, somebody ordered us a special dessert that had, "Congratulations!" written next to it on the plate.

When we finished dinner, we headed for our apartment. We were no sooner in the door and Linda was tearing off her clothes and mine, pulling me into the bedroom. By the time we reached the bed, both of us were naked and Linda pulled me down over her at the edge of the mattress, spreading her legs as she did and positioning my cock in her vaginal entrance.

So much for foreplay. My cock was quickly fully sheathed in her wet pussy, and she was pressing up against me wanting me even deeper. Linda was moaning and squealing in delight, already overwhelmed by pleasure and wanting more. I was driving my cock deep into her pussy repeatedly, trying to create a perfect union. I think I must have succeeded because we were both transported to paradise. As far as I was concerned, we would stay there forever.

I was feeling so much pleasure, and I hadn't even orgasmed. Linda was almost singing with pleasure, her hormones taking complete control of her mind and body. Over and over again, we came together in the dance of love, melding every part of our bodies and souls. I have no idea how long we lasted. It seemed like a long time, but in a good way, as we remained as one. Finally, both of us felt waves of absolute pleasure wash over us, melting all of the circuits in our brains as we climaxed together.

"Oh my God," Linda cried out as I pumped load after load of semen into her womb. "I think I have died."

"Oh wow!" I replied as I continued to cum, my body seemingly on autopilot. Then, as suddenly as it began, I collapsed. I wanted nothing more than to suckle her nipples and feel her soft breasts as I quietly lay there. Linda pulled my head into her breasts, showing that she enjoyed this as much as I did.

Eventually, my breathing calmed and I closed my eyes. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the middle of the night, my lips still touching her nipple, but no longer suckling. I felt good, and everything seemed right in my world. I rolled to the side, my cock no longer in her pussy, and fell asleep again with my face pressed against the side of her breast. That was how I woke in the morning.

Linda was laying there, looking at me and combing her fingers through my hair. "How is my handsome man doing this morning?" she asked. "I thought we were both going to die last night."

"Good morning, Beautiful," I replied. "Let's get in the shower before it is time for school. We can play some in the shower before we go."

"OK," she responded and jumped up to run into the shower. I was right behind her. Our shower was not only cleansing but also entertaining, with Linda leaning over with her hands against the wall, and me behind her stuffing her pussy with my cock. Our morning sex wasn't the mind-blowing experience we had the night before, but it was still good. I left her womb full of my semen again. She turned her head to the side and said, "My mom said that I should take every opportunity I could to show you why you should stick to me. I think this is the kind of thing you like."

I laughed. "I like your mother more and more every day."

We rinsed off again, dried each other, and got dressed. We went downstairs and I drove her to school on my motorcycle. When we arrived, she took off her helmet and then gave me a passionate kiss in front of the school. Linda obviously didn't care who saw her now. She was engaged to be married.

I rode away, but when she entered the school grounds, the other teachers gathered around to find out what was going on. She just flashed her engagement ring and the teachers were all excited for her. Many of her co-teachers were also single and I guess that they all wanted to know everything about me and were asking if I had any friends.

It was a good day for Linda, and more than once other teachers stopped at her classroom to find out more details. Even the principal heard about what had happened and congratulated Linda. "Will you continue to teach?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," she replied. "We haven't discussed that."

"Let me know when you decide," he said. "I would hate to lose such a good teacher, but I would understand if you decide against teaching."

It was obvious that teaching caused a lot of stress for Linda. One evening, when we went to dinner, we talked about her future in teaching. She admitted that she hadn't really wanted to go into teaching, but had because somebody paid her tuition if she did. Otherwise, she couldn't have afforded university at all. So, I asked her, "Do you want to continue teaching?"

Linda immediately turned the question back to me, but I told her we didn't need the money, so whether she continued teaching was completely up to her. Linda thought about it and decided to resign from teaching at the end of the school year.

We got married by a priest at the cathedral a few weeks later. We kept the ceremony fairly small, but we still had groomsmen and bridesmaids and the usual stuff. We had a rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding and then a small reception after the wedding. We were now official in the eyes of God and man and settled into life as man and wife. Truthfully, not much changed after the wedding. Linda had already been treating me like her king, and that remained a constant. I took extra special care of her, buying her gifts and flowers for no reason just to let her know I was thinking of her, and we have gone on many trips to other islands.

Sometimes, we have taken ferries to various islands and explored them on my motorcycle, and other times we have flown and took vans to various resorts and points of interest. The funny thing was that Linda had never been off the island of Cebu before she met me, so every trip was an adventure and every new island we visited broadened her horizons. We have also traveled all over Southeast Asia. We will continue to travel even though we decided that it would be best to keep our main base of operations (home) here on Cebu rather than moving elsewhere. It allows Linda to be close to her family and friends.

Luckily, our married life has been blissful and full of love these many years now. Linda is still totally committed to me, and I am still totally committed to her. Maybe God decided that I should have a time of joy and happiness in my life. Hopefully, nothing will ever get in the way of that.