Celfone Buddy

Celfone Buddy

I met this guy through a friend a couple of months ago. We became text mates and we talk on the phone till the wee hours of the morning. I find him so nice that’s why I talk to him a lot. And we share a common interest- our love for house music.

His name is JP. He lives somewhere in the south. He’s 28 years old and single of course. I really have no idea how he looks like, but one thing he told me is that he is looking for a job. So he suggested that he gives his resume to me, so I can help him apply. I agreed.

We’ve been talking for almost 6 months already. And I don’t care if I have to stay up late just to talk to him. I’d even call him even if I’m on vacation. I just like him so much I guess. One thing about him is that he has this inferiority complex that I really don’t understand. It got me even more confused when he sent me his resume. Boy! He looked so yummy! I mean, i have this thing for “kalbo” guys, and damn… He’s quite a catch.

He would often ask me to meet up with him. I’d always turn him down, with lousy alibis. I don’t know. Maybe I’m not ready to meet him yet. I’m not sure if he’d like me or whatever. I might not be his type. I might not meet his standards. He is too good for me, that’s what I thought.

Months have passed and we became intensely close. He was extremely sweet and so am I. There even came a point that our conversation became so intimate, and we ended up having phone sex. I’d always sleep smiling. He gave me the most wonderful orgasms of all time. For me, it felt so real, like he was really there, licking and sucking my clit. It felt so real. He kept me wanting for more, craving for more of his loving’. I just love doing it with him. One side of me, wishes, that it’s for real. But I guess it’s never gonna be. How? I can’t even meet up with him. And maybe he’s into hot chicks, models and shits. He’s a gym buff, and I bet his body is one hell of a machine- a sex machine that is.

But one day, something unexpected happened…

It was Thursday afternoon. A buddy of mine called me up asking if I could join them for a drink later that evening. Since I am already too harassed from work, I thought it maybe a good idea. So I said yes to that invitation.

Not long enough, I received a text message from JP.

JP: Hey Anne! I might go to Ortigas later. My cousin invited me to watch their gig in Metro walk. You might wanna drop by even for awhile.

I paused for awhile. To think. Think straight. What am I gonna do? The bar is just 5 minutes away from my place. Fuck! I’m a dead meat!

ANNE: Sure. Iyl let you know if I can drop by. Huz gona be wit ya?
JP: My cuzins. Hey I am going there becoz I really wana c u. But if not, then i ges Iyl hav to live up to that idea.

My conscience bugged me. He has issues in life that he would often share to me. He told me he was never like that to anybody, especially to strangers. But for him, I am no stranger anymore.

ANNE: Ayt. Wat tym r u gona be ther?
JP: Mayb arnd 12. Bsta Ill txt u ha? Please. Try to drop by even for juz a couple of minutes. Please? Sweetie?
ANNE: Aytie. Iyl txt u if Im on my way there.
JP: Ok. C u later!

My heart beat became fast, as if it was being chased by wild horses. I felt cold. Nervous. Confused. Shit. It feels like I’m going on my first date! What the fuck! Im not suppose to feel this way!

After work, I went straight home to change clothes. I was wearing capri denims and black off-shoulder. Of course I wore black undies (just in case).

Then it was already 8 pm. I went to Quezon City to pick up a friend, and then we went straight to New Manila. We bought a couple of beers, chips and yosi. It was only the 4 of us that night. We had a real fun time talking about the past, the present and even the future. I told them I can’t stay long since I have work tomorrow. I told them I had to leave at 12MN.

12MN. I was already preparing to leave. One of my friends teased me.

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