Questions About Remote Learning?

Essence By Jose Claudio B. Guerrero
Updated: 11/8/2020
Essence  By Jose Claudio B. Guerrero
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  • Jessica Jane Frondoza11-Apatite
  • "Don't tell me you're still crazy over Mark."
  • "No I'm not. It's just that, well…"
  • "When?"
  • "Well what?""It's…you know,"
  • "Two weeks ago."
  • "Oh my God."
  • "No,"
  • ESSENCE
  • "So anyway, this guy sees me checking him out. To my surprise, he turns to me, giving me full view of him in all his glory and smiles. I smile back. And,"
  • "Well I'm not busy anymore. Tell me everything."
  • "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
  • "the rest is for me alone to know."
  • "And?,"
  • "Carlo."
  • "And what happened next is for me alone to know."
  • *I raised an eyebrow and gave Patrick my you've-got-to-be-kidding look. He laughed and nodded in agreement.*
  • "It happened two weeks ago. Our teacher dismissed us early so I was walking in the AS parking lot looking for my driver. It was already dark and only a few cars were left. Well, one of the cars was his. He smiled at me and asked me what time it was,"
  • "It's not every day your best friend loses his virginity."
  • "So what's his name?"
  • "You're always busy."
  • "My favorite, Paolo."*We both laughed.* "Enough of me. Tell me about yourself. It's been what, a month since we've talked?"
  • "So anyway, this guy sees me checking him out. To my surprise, he turns to me, giving me full view of him in all his glory and smiles. I smile back. And,"
  • "Yes it's another Carlo. It's always Carlo, or Paolo, or Mike, or Jay--"
  • "the rest is for me alone to know."
  • The faint scent of detergent, cigarette smoke, and stale urine greeted me as I opened the door. As I expected, the washroom was deserted. I stood in front of the mirror and took out tissue from my bag. As I dabbed moistened tissue on my face, the washroom door opened and a woody cologne scent wafted in.It was Mark. He went straight to the urinals. I pretended not to notice him. When he finished peeing, he joined me by the mirror, washed his hands, and then straightened his shirt collar. As he looked at his reflection, he saw me watching him and smiled, "It's you again." I smiled back and offered him a tissue. He declined and left.
  • "Carlo."
  • *I raised an eyebrow and gave Patrick my you've-got-to-be-kidding look. He laughed and nodded in agreement.*
  • "So what's his name?"
  • "So what name did you use?"
  • "Oh no. You're ordering cake."
  • "More like three weeks,"
  • After giving our orders, Patrick continued pressing me for news. Patrick's question caught me off-guard as I sipped from my cup. I snorted and felt coffee go up to my nose. We both started laughing.
  • We finished our cakes as we updated each other with what has happened to our high school barkada. As we waited for our change, Mark stood up to leave and finally noticed us. He smiled and went out. Patrick pinched me as I smiled back, my ears burning.PATRICK dropped me off at the Faculty Center after lunch and rushed to the theater for rehearsal. Having thirty minutes to waste before my next class, I decided to go to the FC washroom and tidy up.
  • When the door closed, I hurried to the urinal. I unbuttoned my fly and peed. I looked down and watched my pale yellow fluid join his, a bit darker and frothy against the white porcelain. As I watched the fluids mix, their colors getting more and more difficult to distinguish until finally no difference could be seen, a warm pleasurable sensation from within me slowly surged, growing more and more powerful, until finally shudders of ecstasy racked my still untouched body.
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