Essence
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- ESSENCE By:Jose Claudio B. Guerrero
- We had just finished lunch in a small café along Katipunan Road. Two cups of steamy brew enveloped our table in a delicious aroma.
- “Don’t tell me you’re still crazy over Mark.”
- As I dug my fork into my cake’s rich cream cheese, I happened to look at the mirror and saw the café doors open. A dumpy, fair-skinned guy walked in.
- “Well I’m not busy anymore. Tell me everything.”
- No I’m not. It’s just that, well…
- “It’s not everyday your best friend loses his virginity.”
- “Please. Don’t do this to me. Tell me. I have to know. I won’t be able to sleep,”
- “And?”
- “Tell me or I’ll stab you with this.”
- “It happened two weeks ago. Our teacher dismissed us early so I was walking in the 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,”
- “And what happened next is for me alone to know.
- “I remember all those times we sat here eating cake and talking about your to-die-for classmate Mark. Mark and his cologne, Mark and his new cologne, Mark and his crew cut, Mark and his burnt-out cigarette butt.”
- 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.
- “Whatever he touches, he leaves an essence. When I take a puff from his cigarette butt, our essences meld. We become one,” I hastened to explain. “It’s like we’ve shared something. Like a bond.”
- “It’s you again.”
- 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.As I dabbed moistened tissue on my face, the washroom door opened and a woody cologne scent wafted in 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
- 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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