O L I V I A   V A L E Z

"What are we going to do here?"

I asked as I looked around his room. I acted like it was my first time going inside here even though I was here days ago—specifically under his bed. I suddenly remembered what I saw that day, making me looked at his pelvis. Since I was tailing him, instead of seeing his front, I saw his amazing ass. It was so plum like a stress ball you want to squeeze. O, no, Olivia. We aren't going in there. Remember, that witch pissed you off. Stop looking and thinking about Atlas's ass. 

I quickly diverted my eyes to another thing. That was so perverted of me. I'm not like this! Ever since I watched that porn with Prim, unholy things kept on bothering my mind. 

Atlas turned his head towards me, "I'd like you to see this and tell me your opinion." then he smiled at me—a genuine one.

I questionably looked at him, but before I have the chance to ask my question, his eyes went to the door I closed a while ago. He walked towards it and opened it. When he turned to me, he has this satisfied smile on his lips.

I can't help but ask, "What?"

"Uh... It's not appropriate to close the door," he said nonchalantly.

My mind was slowly processing what he had said. I looked at the widely opened door and back to him. His back was facing me again, and he kept on searching into his things. I looked again at the door, trying to think hard. Is it not appropriate? How? I can't think of a reason why it's inappropriate. And then, like a bullet, it came to my mind. Was it because two people alone in a room is inappropriate? OMG, that does mean he saw me as a woman and not a little girl like what he always calls me? 

Agad na namula ang aking pisngi sa naisip. Gosh, I need to stop thinking about that. I need to stop blushing, or he'll find me a creep. And let's not forget that he called me by my name a while ago! That was something, right? Simula nang dumating siya rito ay never niya akong tinawag sa pangalan ko. Okay, I was achieving something today. Pambawi ba ito sa nakita ko kanina? Wait, so what if he called me by my name? He should call me like that anyway, and not little girl. Also, what am I talking about achieving something? Anong something-something, Olivia? He should see you as a woman! You are a year behind from being an adult. 

Naputol ang mga iniisip ko nang sa wakas ay lumingon na siya sa akin. He got this big happy smile while he was holding a laptop with a flash drive inserted at its side. My mouth hangs slightly as awe rush through my veins. My hand automatically reached for the screen. I'm now seeing his floor plan. His work was excellent. I'm not familiar with architecture designs and pieces, but I can confidently say that Atlas Mate's work was one of a kind.

"Stop with that reaction, Little girl. I'm getting flattered here." he chuckled slightly and scratched his nape.

So where back at Little girl again? And his lice was still in his head? But, wait! Did he just say he was fluttered? Sa tagal na niya sa industry na ito na flufluttered pa siya? No way! Impossible na ako lang ang naka-appreciate ng gawa niya. Ang ganitong mga gawa ay talaga world-class. 

"But it's so marvelous."

He chuckled again, "Kid's reaction is really pure."

"What?! I'm not a kid, and I was just honest!" pag-aapila ko sa kaniyang sinabi.

"Come, sit here."

Iginaya niya ako sa upuang kaniyang hinala sa kaniyang work table. May nakalagay rin doong drafting board na may unfinished design. Bahagya akong nabigla at napaatras nang ibaba niya ang laptop sa tapat ko. Ang lapit kaya ng mukha niya sa akin! And damn this old man! Talaga bang nasa thirties na siya? E, bakit ganito kagwapo ang side view niya? No, hindi lang sde view niya ang ganiyang kagwapo, pati na rin ang front and back view niya. 

"Is this the project you got? 'Yung sa pinuntahan natin?"

"No, I've already finished that one. But I was still working on that one. I'm cooperating with the interior designer. This one is new. I'm going to propose this design for the new hotel that will be soon established."

I looked at the design again, "I think it's good."

"You think so?"

"Why are you asking my opinion anyway? I'm not familiar with these things." 

"Well, I want to ask an artist. You know, for a fresh and new idea."

I blushed from what he said. An artist? Did he consider me as an artist? No one ever said that to me! 

"I-I..." I chuckled and voided his eyes, "I'm not an artist."

He looked at me intently and put his hands on my head gently, "You are. The moment you created your masterpiece, you became an artist."

"But I don't have a masterpiece. My works still need improvements, and I'm an amateur."

"All of your works are already a masterpiece. They don't need to be perfect, and you don't need to be a professional to create one. You just need to put your heart and soul into your works to call it a masterpiece."

I was amazed by what he said. I kept staring at him even after he finished talking. He was now busy talking about his proposal, and I kept on staring and staring. I can't even hear all the things he was saying. Basta bigla na lang nag-focus sa mukha niya 'yung attention ko. Lahat ng nasa paligid ko hindi ko na makita nang maayos. May tinuturo-turo siya sa screen ng laptop niya, pero hindi ko talaga maialis sa mukha niya ang atensyon ko.

I know he was good at his chosen profession, but I never expected him to be this passionate. That every time he talked about arts and his designs, his eyes would brighten up with delight. Para bang ang gaan-gaan ng aurang nakapaligid sa kaniya. Talagang mahal na mahal niya ang ginagawa. 

Sinubukan kong makinig at mag-focus sa kaniyang sinasabi. At ang masasabi ko lang ay talagang maganda ang design niya. Unique 'to at naaayon sa theme ng hotel. Talagang masasabi kong pinag-isipan niya ito nang mabuti. Hindi bara-bara dahil bawat design ay may function at dahilan kung bakit ganoon ang ginawa niya. I can confidently say na, he will rock the proposal. Ni wala nga akong maisip na i-suggest sa gawa niya.

Nang matapos kami sa pag-uusap about sa proposal niya, ay pinahiram pa niya ako ng mga sketchpad niya na may note noong college siya. Bakar raw gusto kong pag-aral at subukan ang pagguhit ng mga gusali. Hindi raw niya kasi dala ang mga luma niyang plates noong nag-aaral pa siya, at itong sketchpad lang ang dala-dala niya lagi. Sa totoo lang, kahit naiinis ako sa kaniya ay unti-unti nang tumataas ang respeto ko sa kaniya. 

Ni hindi ko nga ma-explain kung bakit ako naiinis sa kaniya simula noong dumating siya rito. There is just this itch na 'pagnakikita ko siya o naririnig magsalita ay naiinis ako sa kaniya. Parang may bad blood ako sa kaniya na hindi ko alam kung saan nagmula. Siguro dahil sa naka-aasar niyang ngisi? O dahil sa pagtawag niya sa akin ng kiddo at little girl? Alin man doon ang reason nang pagkabuo ng inis ko ay unti-unti na itong na nababawasan.

He may be annoying from time to time, but he's a caring person.

I was now smiling as I entered my room. I carefully put down the sketchpad he lent me and opened it. Halos mapanganga ko nang makita ang lahat ng gawa niya roon. It may now look as professional as what he made now; nonetheless, it's still amazing. Akala mo ay hindi student ang gumawa. I don't know what's with his work, but when you looked at it, you'll learn in just a snap that Architect Atlas Mate made it. 

Even his handwriting shouts Atlas Mate. The height and width of the strokes of each letter were uniform. There's also something that I cannot name at the way the strokes were quite flicked at the end. It looked fantastic and formal at the same time. I could look at this forever. Dahil ginanahan akong mag-drawing dahil sa mga nakita kong gawa niya, ay hindi ko napansing magmamadaling araw na pala. Napagpasiyahan kon tumigil na pagkatapos kong makagawa ng dalawang design. 

Halatang-halatang beginner ang gumawa ng design ko, pero ano nga ba ako? Hindi ba't beginner naman talaga ako? Lahat naman ay nagsisimula sa pagiging beginner, e. Wala namang magaling na agad sa simula pa lang. And then it fits me, oo nga pala, dapat ay tanggapin kong hindi ako magaling sa lahat ng bagay. Beginner ako sa pag-dra-drawing, at beginner din ako sa pag-vi-violin. Kaya bakit ako na iinis kanina habang nag-aaral ng violin? Normal nga lang pa lang mahirapan sa una, dahil ganoon naman talaga. I shouldn't get frustrated when I can't do things excellently at first. 

Nakangiti kong ibinaba ang lapis at isinarado ang sketchpad. With all the things I realized today, it made me feel lighter. Itinabi ko sa shelf ang ipinahiram ni Atlas sa akin. Nahagip ng mata ko ang librong ibinigay sa akin ni Prim. It's not actually bad, medyo na enjoy ko namang basahin. Kaya nang humiga ako at napagpasiyahang magpaantok sa pamamagitan ng pagbabasa, ay hinid ko napigilan nag sariling mag-search pa ng ibang erotic books.

Habang mas lumalalim ang gabi ay mas pa-intense nang pa-intense ang binabasa ko. There's also a scene where the female protagonist was touching herself. And me being naturally born a curious human being, my hand started sliding inside my sleepwear. At first, the unusual sensation started building up on me as I read the scene. But something is pushing me to do it. Would it feel good as what they say here? Would it be that satisfying? Mind-blowing? 

How would I know if I won't try it? Sometimes I'm too curious for my own good.

I started rubbing my middle finger against my underwear. It sent a tingling sensation to my body. I don't know, it wasn't your usual good sensation, but it was different in an addictive way. My fingers seem to have their own mind. They kept on rubbing and rubbing until I felt my underwear got soaked. I can't describe the exact feeling, but it felt like someone was kissing me feather-like kisses in my sensitive areas. 

Like a bolt and fire was crawling in my skin lightly.

I didn't know what had gotten in me. My hands didn't get satisfied by just rubbing outside my panty. My fingers were now slowly making their way inside my underwear. And the first thing that I felt was the wet and sticky liquid discharge. Instead of feeling disgusted by it, it pushed me more to explore my own body. 

The wetness of my vagina made the sensation enhanced, making me bite my lips. I made circular motions as I pressed my fingers to my clitoris. Those anatomy books didn't lie about it being the most sensitive and primary source of sexual pleasure. I caught myself breathing heavily and arching my back as my fingers move faster and faster. More circles, more pressing, more rubbing, and more sliding. Hot sweats started building on my forehead, and my feet didn't know what to do as the sensation kept seeping into my body.

I didn't get contended. I removed my bottom and underwear. As I lay half-naked and legs wide open. The chilling air in the room touched my sex, making me shiver and wetter. The cold sensation it gave me made me think that something was feeling it... licking it. Then suddenly, As I closed my eyes, grasping air and arching my back as I kept touching myself. A man with heavenly eyes, long brown hair, strong veiny hands, and a devilish smirk popped up in my head.

I moaned from the sensation and from what I was thinking.

I imagined his drowning eye and captivating eye were darkly watching me touch myself, like I'm a piece of art he can't keep his eye off. Mas lalo akong ginanahan dahil sa naisip. I rubbed harder and faster, making more circles on my clit. I soaked my fingers to my essence, then slid it inside me slowly, and when I felt a little pang of pain, I withdrew it. Then insert it again.

I couldn't help but burn hotter from desire and sexual pleasure. 

"Oh, damn..." I whispered when I hit some spot that sent unbearable pleasure.

I closed my eyes tightly. I could almost see starts as I reached higher and higher. Now, I'm imagining Mr. Mate walking closer and closer until his face was near my wet and pulsing vagina. His eyes were dilating as he watched it intently. His big warm hands were rubbing and clutching my tight to open it wider so he can have a better view. 

"Ah!" I was unable to stop the moan from slipping to my lips.

The pleasure became impossible to contain. With my fingers working and my mind doing its thing. My body and finger shook as my vagina walls started tensing and building up. The sensation surged my blood as it pumped harder as I work my fingers harder on me. My back arched more, my other hand clutching the blanket tightly, and my head dipped into the mattress as hot liquid came out of me. I slowly removed my hands from my sex. I was gasping for air. I lifted my hands, and my fingers were soaked. When I stretched and separated my fingers, my sticky wet essence dropping slowly, making a pretty erotic sound.

They said curiosity kills a cat.

Certainly not in my case.

~TBC~

Please, bear with all the grammatical errors. This is a rough draft. 

Feel free to share your thoughts, and keep safe, everyone.

Love lots! :>>