Summit Books

by Tara FT Sering

Publication Date: October 2003
Price: P150.00
Available at your favorite magazine stands

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EXCERPT

Sultry nights of quiet stars

In Tagaytay, bask in the bliss of warm couplehood. Decide that this is definitely payback for having endured terrible heartbreak. After large servings of tawilis and rice, Bert suggests waiting out the downpour parked by a deserted shed along the ridge. No one else is out today because of the heavy rain and the thick fog, and suddenly you feel like sliding up to Bert and whispering coyly into his ear with your breath hot and heavy.

When Bert switches the radio to a station playing old school R and B, realize he has the same thing in mind. Bite your lower lip as he casually rests a meaningful hand on your knee. He looks out the windshield and out his window to see if anyone is around, talking absently about the weather and what a nice, bright day it is. Notice that it's dark and purple outside and that coconut trees are practically getting uprooted by the storm. Smile to yourself; you've always fantasized about fooling around with Bert in the great outdoors, so even if you can't really see anything outside because of the heavy rain (and that technically you're not outdoors), shift sexily in your seat.

Bert's hand squeezes your knee and travels up your thigh, and when he finally faces you, he is grinning like the typical Hollywood movie bad guy. The thing with Bert is that he knows exactly when you're in the mood for slow and soulful lovemaking, or when you're up for an intense, head-thrown-back-moaning-and-laughing kind of romp. Today he senses you're in the mood for villains who don't give a shit about time and place and expensive clothing, and as you both recline your seats, he wastes no time in lunging for you, climbing on top of you, ripping off your linen top, breathing heavily down your neck, and slipping his warm, hungry hands under your shirt, your pants, your underpants. He nibbles your ear and playfully blows into it - he knows you get tickled to blissful death by that, and suddenly you're a bubbling heap of shrieks and giggles, oohs and aahs.

Slip your hand under his pants and feel him hard and swollen. He closes his eyes and looks lost in pleasure, and when he finally opens them, he freezes.

"What? What's wrong?"

He swallows. "Honey, we didn't fog up the windows enough... "

"What?"

His face stiffens and he closes his eyes. He can't speak.

Get up and turn to see that the rain had stopped and that a white coaster had driven up behind the car. It appears that everyone in it is plastered to the large windshield, so that all you see is a wall of gaping faces-men and women who, you imagine, are all over 60. They look shell-shocked. A little more action and some of them might have croaked and flipped back into eternal sleep. When you and Bert button up and drive away red-faced and ready to burst out laughing hysterically, you catch a glimpse of the streamer on the side of the small bus. It reads "Senior Citizens of the Philippines Getting to Know You Day Tour."

"You think we were inspiring enough?" Bert asks on the drive home.

You still can't believe you did it in front of a live audience. "I think so," you concede. "We were hot. But shit, I can't believe we did it in public."

He takes your hand. "OK lang 'yan, sweetie. Think of it as super major PDA." When the laughter subsides, he adds, "At least that's one more thing you can cross off your to-do list."