I felt a little guilty because, of course, I lied. I was going to pass by Brent’s house, and we were going to school together.
“Mom, I’ll go ahead,” I said and quickly gave her my respect before leaving the house.
Luckily, the soreness in my private area wasn’t too bad, so I was fine even if I had to walk quickly.
“Take care,” my mom reminded me.
“Okay, Mom,” I replied.
I felt like the devil was chasing me in my haste. In fact, before half-past six in the morning, I was already outside Brent’s house. I rang the doorbell twice before he opened the door for me.
“Morning, love,” he greeted me, causing my heart to jump again.
“Morning, did you just wake up?” I asked him when I noticed he was only wearing boxer shorts and nothing on top.
“No, I’ve been awake for a while, but I haven’t bathed yet. I prioritized cooking our breakfast,” Brent said.
“Really? You cooked?” Wow, I didn’t expect him to make an effort. I was overwhelmed by what he said.
“Yes, and breakfast is easy to cook. Come on, let’s go in so we can eat,” he said.
Oh no, what should I do? I’m still full from what I ate at home. But if I don’t eat, he might get upset because he made an effort to prepare the food.
“What did you cook?” I asked him.
“Scrambled eggs and fried dried fish,” he replied.
“What?” Who wouldn’t be surprised by what he said? I had the same meal for breakfast at home earlier.
“Why, don’t you eat dried fish and eggs?” The guy asked.
“That’s not what I meant. I was just surprised because we haven’t had eggs and dried fish for a long time. Usually, we eat vegetables at home.” It’s bad to lie, and I know that. But should I tell him that we also had the same meal at home?
“That’s fine then, let’s eat,” he said.
Thankfully, my quick pace earlier helped lessen the heaviness in my stomach. I managed to eat a few spoonful’s of rice before stopping. I told him I was full. After we finished eating, I offered to wash the dishes to not delay him from taking a bath. Our flag ceremony was at seven-thirty.
“Hurry, okay,” I reminded him as I said goodbye to him to take a bath.
“Yes, my love,” he answered.
While waiting for him to change, I noticed a photo album placed on the corner set. Brent has many childhood pictures in the album. I don’t have one at home since we rarely take photos, only during festivals. I knew it wasn’t the album I saw earlier since there was still one under the coffee table.
Wow, Brent was already cute since childhood. More or less, the album contained family pictures. Maybe whenever Brent misses his parents, he looks at the album to ease his homesickness.
I was on the last page when I noticed a photo of Brent with a girl. It was their elementary graduation photo. I looked closely at the girl because she looked familiar to me. It’s like… Michelle? They were classmates in elementary, but why do they ignore each other in our school? It’s puzzling!
“I’m ready,” he said.
I closed the album and put it back where I found it when I saw Brent approaching me. “Alright, let’s go. We might be late for the flag ceremony. You know how strict our school is.”
After the flag ceremony, the gate would be closed, and no one, students or teachers, would be allowed to enter. As we were about to leave the house, Brent suddenly hugged me from behind.
“I love you,” he whispered to me, making my hairs stand on end.
“I love you too,” I replied.
He closed the door again and kissed me on the lips. I tried to resist because it was already seven o’clock, and we might be late. But Brent didn’t give up and continued to kiss me, caressing and squeezing different parts of my body.
“Brent…” I pushed him slightly, but he was strong.
“Just a moment, promise,” he said and lifted my skirt, then took off my shorts.
I looked in another direction when his manhood sprang out when he removed his clothes. He pulled me towards the nearest sofa and made me sit facing him. I was confused about his intentions. He slowly lifted my hips and suddenly inserted his hardness, which felt like iron in its firmness.
When he started moving, I couldn’t help but moan and catch my breath. For the second time, I felt my lower abdomen hurting as if I needed to pee. With one hand on my waist, Brent used the other to pull my chin towards him so I could bring my lips closer to his.
He sucked on them until I tasted blood in my mouth. As he quickened his pace, I finally gave in and followed the path towards forbidden pleasure. While savoring the forbidden happiness, I repeatedly scolded myself for being foolish in love.
“This is the last time,” I told him.
Scenes like that in the morning happen every day to the two of us, Brent and me, from Monday to Friday. But on Saturdays and Sundays, I always make excuses and alibis to my mom, saying I’m going to the city to buy something or hang out at the plaza or do a project with my classmates.
But the truth is, I only hang out with Brent. He has become like an addiction to me; my day feels incomplete without him. The things we do together are addicting, to be honest. Sometimes, I wonder if I’m still thinking straight.
Nevertheless, I haven’t neglected my studies. It’s just that I didn’t get the top one spot when our adviser announced the students with high grades. Michelle got the top spot, and I came second.
Well, it’s okay; there’s still college. Maybe not attending our Home Economics class had a significant impact.
A week before our graduation, I realized that I haven’t had my monthly period for a few days. My heart pounded as I thought I might be pregnant.
When I looked at Brent, he smiled at me, giving me courage because he had already told me that he would take responsibility if our actions led to consequences.
However, doubt still lingered in my heart because I worried that my parents wouldn’t accept what happened to me. I know how highly they think of me.
“Do you have a problem? I noticed earlier that you seem preoccupied,” Brent asked me when we had lunch at the canteen.