His Plastic Doll

4

Alas-sais na ng gabi. Matapos dumalo ni Ryle sa volleyball practice sa school, at makailang beses na panliligaw sa kanya ng Google Maps, ay nakarating na siya sa Bacoor kung saan nakatira si Lydia. Mabuti na lang. Kung naisin man kasi nitong hanapin siya ay hindi nito magagawa, dahil maliit man ang Manila, napakaraming pasikot-sikot ang kailangan nitong tahakin bago nito mahagilap si Ryle.

It was raining hard when he found her house. Small bungalow. Pots of plants lined the entrance. Sa hamba ng pintuan ay nakita niya ang babaeng nakasandig, na hindi man lang siya nginitian nang makita. Not that Ryle expected her to welcome him cordially, but . . . okay?

The place was packed with all sorts of things, mostly canvas paintings. Sa gilid pa nga niyon ay makikita ang isang unfinished work—isang imahen ng katawan ng lalaki. Ryle tried to stimulate a topic about her works, but Lydia seemed to have no intention of delaying their original intent. Dahil nang pumaling ang ulo niya sa direksiyon ng babae, nasa kalagitnaan na ito ng paghuhubo sa sarili.

'Seriously?'

Totoo nga talaga ang kasabihan, "Old habits die hard", sapagkat ano mang pilit niyang pagtatago sa sariling pag-uugali ay kusa itong lumalabas. Halos pagalitan pa nga niya ang sarili dahil sa kamuntikang gawin.

'Not this time, Ryle.'

Not when he pledged to never build a connection to his notches on bedpost. He then reminded himself the mere reason kung bakit siya nasa ganoong sitwasyon.

Breaking the ice, Lydia gently touches her bosoms while walking towards Ryle, stiffening her sensitive nipples. Ryle grew hard in an instant. He may have seen her naked already from her several lewd pictures but seeing her supple skin up close was incomparable. His hand mindlessly lifted itself. Fingers bent on squeezing the softness of it.

Nang pasadahan ng kamay ni Lydia ang umbok sa kanyang pantalon ay tila lalo itong nagngalit. This may not be the first time it happened, na mahawakan siya ng babae roon, subalit sa tuwing nangyayari iyon ay hindi niya maiwasang hindi bumigay. It's definitely his weakness; lalo na't may labing sumisimsim doon, kahit pa balot pa iyon ng damit.

Totoo ang binanggit ni Lydia, solo nga itong nakatira sa bahay. Tanaw rin niya na iisa lang din naman ang kuwarto at mukhang walang ibang gamit na makapagdidiktang hindi nito pagmamay-ari. Napangisi si Ryle. 'Even better.' No one could see them and witness their concupiscent act.

The rain was spattering hard against the roof outside. Bawat patak ay tila kalembang ng lata ang katumbas. It made Ryle remember something. Almost the same scenario. With him alone with a girl as the lightning flashes, illuminating the sins they were committing. His hands unsure whether to be tempted by desire or not—but he steeled himself. The purpose of his visit to Lydia was to forget about that scenario, not to relive it.

Ryle and Lydia were kissing each other aggressively as they crisscrossed their legs towards the bedroom. Lydia was leading him, at hinayaan naman ni Ryle na magkaroon ito ng kontrol sa kanya. Mainam din naman iyon dahil hindi niya kabisado ang lugar. Nang makarating sa hamba ng kuwarto ay agad na tinulak ni Lydia ang pinto habang ang mga kamay ay abala sa pagtatanggal ng damit ni Ryle. Her raspy breaths remarked by the successive unveiling of Ryle's body. At hindi nito matanggal ang tingin sa katawan ng binata; lalo na sa ibaba nitong humihindig at tila ba nagbibigay ng kakaibang paanyaya. By the way she evinced a foxy smile, Ryle had an idea on what she was thinking. Perhaps, it became a familiar pattern sa mga kinikita niyang babae.

Lydia ran her hands to the firmness of Ryle's muscles, kissing his chest, and sucking his bud that was already hard on the tip.

"Shocks, ang sarap mo! Ang sarap-sarap mo!" anito sa bawat pag-ungol. Even though he had heard them before, those remarks still brought a cheeky smile to his face.