It’s A Sign
I believe in God.
I don’t exactly attend mass regularly and I almost always forget to say my nightly prayers before I fall asleep. Still, I believe in a higher being who knows everything that we do and is responsible for everything that happens in our life.
So when HotNurse’s motorcycle gets a flat tire for the 3rd time since we started seeing each other, I knew it was a sign, that God was watching me and telling me to stop sleeping with someone who has a girlfriend.
“Shit!” he cursed, as he put the vehicle to a stop.
“We have a flat again?”
“Yeah. But I think there’s a nearby repair shop around here somewhere.”
As we waited for the repairman to do his thing on the motorcycle, I looked at HotNurse inquisitively. “Didn’t you just have the tires replaced last week?”
“Yeah, I know! I don’t know why this is happening to me! A couple of weeks ago, the front wheel got a flat. A week ago, the chains broke and I had to replace them. I had to change the tires as well, since I was already at the repair shop anyway. And now, this!”
“Haven’t you realized we’ve never been out together without your motorcycle falling out on us?”
He laughed. “I know!”
“Maybe God is trying to tell us something.”
“Like what?”
“That we’re both committing a sin against your girlfriend and we’re not even supposed to be seeing each other anymore.”
Hot Nurse didn’t laugh. I guess he didn’t find it as funny as I did.
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There is a certain uninhibited feeling when riding in a motorcycle with the boy. The speed, the feel of the wind in your face, your hair a cascade of black waterfall dripping on your shoulder… it is simply poetry in motion.
I moved my body to his closer and his leg brushed with mine. Our denim was but a mere strip of cloth that did nothing to mask the heat radiating from our bodies.
I wanted Naruto.
I lusted for him.
I’ve been curious about him since our first of year of medical school when he was still courting me.
But he was still a child.
Albeit, a beautiful one.
And I could not find myself attracted by the conversations regarding Anime, his penchant for breaking his promises and his lack of good follow-through.
So I regale myself to contentment with our motorcycle rides, where with every brake of the clutch, I let my bountiful breasts brush against his back, as if somewhat accidentally.
As if I never knew that he deliberately presses the brake too soon and too hard.
And for a brief moment, I made him feel like a man.
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