Meet Peter

Peter and I have been acquainted on my first semester of teaching. New faculty members should work hard to impress the bosses even to the point of performances so I hang out with other young faculty members in the college. There was this band led by well-known faculty-singers and God knows why I was included. I did the egg and the tambourine, yey! Though we spend time in practices, we don’t talk much. Only hi's, hello's and smiles were given when we pass each other.  Then one day, we saw each other and he remarked I was loosing weight. That's basically it.

Then he asked for my number.

I was not really enjoying texts between us but when you are single, you kinda want to just connect with other people: specially single guys. He was not my type but I enjoy texting on the idea that he is single, has work and an intelligent conversant.

It was Sunday and I was just finishing my ironing when I got a text message from him. It was the night before the first day of classes and I was planning to browse my notes after. It was just a normal text and I didn’t expect it would lead to me going out at 9:00pm to a nearby bar. I was thrilled because I have never been to a bar before but disappointed that he never even volunteered to fetch me in the apartment but instead,  he asked me to drive my Alto to the bar where he would meet me. By the way, he drives a motorcycle.

We agreed beforehand that we’ll each have one beer but the night deepens as our conversation shifted from common information about each other to personal and intimate aspects of our lives. Surprisingly, the encounter opened doors for me in wanting to know more about him. Suddenly I was very interested, very into him. Then it hit me, he had a girlfriend. It was awkward at first but later I resigned in accepting that this is just a friendly encounter, "incident" as he would refer to in the future.

Stories, expectations, dreams, frustrations, jokes, hopes, wants, laughs, stares, silence and a few discreet  touches were exchanged and we were ordering more beers. I ended up having two bottles and him three.

I don’t know the time and I don’t know if I gave him ideas on what I want after that because he said that I should stay in his cottage because its "late". It was an offer, a door to an ally way which at this moment am not sure I should have taken in the first place. 

We went to a hotel room, just being normal. Though I am aware of the temptation when a man and a woman is alone in a room, I have thoughts that I could just sleep the hours away before 4:00am, our scheduled check-out. So, I got ready for bed and the lights went out.

He crept up to me and made it very clear with what he wanted. I resisted. He tried to kiss me, I resisted again. Then, he massaged me, and the conversation continued. I have the impression that he is very good at luring women to let down their defenses, a typical womanizer but I was alright with it. He is my 'boytoy' anyway, the person whom I would contact whenever loneliness knocks.  Then, I just stopped resisting. My body aches for a man's touch and I would not be ashamed of admitting it.

Yes, we did it. I tried holding myself back because I was not really comfortable. But it was okay, casual sex. Clear casual sex.