The Unfated Clit
“Stage 3, Stomach cancer,” those words still echoed in her mind.
Staggering to walk, she sat down along the side of the road, ignoring the people passing by her. How could she have cancer, she asked herself in silence. Tears rolled down her cheeks; her vision suddenly got blurry.
Shocked and unaware of what to do, she didn’t notice her phone ringing until the third call. It was her mom.
“Yes, ma,” she answered, trying not to stutter.
“Martina, are you alright?”
She swallowed hard trying not to burst in tears. “I’m… I’m doing alright, ma. I just have a cough,” she said, faking continuous coughing.
“Are you sure? Are you at work? Why is it so loud?”
“I’m picking up something outside. I have to go, ma. See you, later. Love you,” then she hung up.
All the emotions came flooding. Her parents would be in pain if they found out about her condition. She should not tell them, not yet.
Tears started falling again, so she got up and hailed a cab.
Her stomach started aching miserably two months ago. It was tolerable in the beginning, but it became severe as the days passed by. Not believing it to be serious, she took some pain relievers and herbal drinks, but the pain would still come and go.
Her stomach refused whatever she put inside her mouth. Even a single sip of coffee was making her vomit.
Her reflection in the mirror showed a sickly woman. Colleagues from work thought she was on an extreme diet. Her parents, especially her mom, were worried about her that they kept bugging her to see a doctor, but she always refused. She used to eat big servings of food every meal.
Then one night, her stomach was aching terribly. She crouched to the bed, feeling nauseous, but she got up and ran to the bathroom and vomited.
Blood! There was blood in her vomit. Her knees wobbled, her face turned as white as ghost. “Oh, shit,” she whispered as she slumped to the bathroom floor, sobbing.
She rushed to the doctor the next day for a check-up. They ran a couple of tests on her after telling the doctor the symptoms she had been experiencing. They asked her to come back in a week for the results.
That was today. The ground beneath her feet split and felt like it was ready to swallow her at any moment. “Stage 3, Stomach cancer,” was written on the results, and that’s all she could remember before leaving the hospital.
Her feet led her to an uncrowded park where a few kids were playing happily. Her life flashed before her eyes as she froze to where she was standing.
How hard she had studied since grade school to meet her parents’ expectations. Disobeying them never crossed her mind. She wanted to be the perfect daughter for them.
There had been a guy she liked back then, but she had to break up with him. Her parents wouldn’t allow her to date. She had liked him so much that she cried for a week when she heard the news that he was dating another woman.
It was her first heartbreak, but no one knew about it. She couldn’t tell anyone. Not even her friends. She was scared that she’d be a laughing stock if they found out.
She had worked hard on her career to make her parents proud. Starting as an assistant in a coffee shop, and after a few years, she became the youngest manager of Cafehalics, Inc., one of the sought-after coffee shops in the country.
Her career was at its peak, but she was alone. She had been single for a couple of years after she broke up with her ex, the only person whom her parents approved of. And that hits her.
Thirty-three years old, single and a virgin.
She laughed at herself while tears were still flowing from her eyes. Most of her classmates were married and with kids, and there she was, alone by herself. Her life felt so empty.
She wiped away her tears and pulled out her notebook and wrote down all the crazy things she wanted to do before she dies. Sky-dive, ride a private plane, to date under gazillion of stars, to get a tattoo on her right side breast, apologize to her parents and tell them how lucky she was to have them.
“… and make-out with a complete stranger,” she wrote last. The idea was petrifying, but she has nothing to lose. She was dying anyway, she thought.
Deciding to get laid, she went to a bar. She drank a lot even though it was bad for her condition. It was her third bottle of beer, but she wasn’t drunk yet. Her alcohol tolerance was undeniably strong, she discovered.
One, two, three… ten bottles. Her body was flowing with alcohol; her brain was occupied with the thought of sex. So much so that she had forgotten about her cancer.
The world was spinning when she tried to get up from her chair. She almost fell, but somebody softly grabbed her waist catching her.
“Gotcha,” said the stranger. She turned around to see the man, but it was dim, so she didn’t get to see the stranger’s face clearly.
“Thank you,” she simply said, her heart raced frantically.
“You’re drunk. Are you with someone?” He asked, not letting her go.
“No, I’m alone. You should… you should go back to your girlfriend,” she said.
She heard a soft laugh. His voice wasn’t manly, yet it sent chills down her spine. Feeling a tingly sensation between her thighs, she blurted out what was on her mind. “Let’s have sex.”
They went to a nearby hotel and checked in. A hot, passionate kiss surprised her when they entered the room. The stranger’s hands wandered on her body as he kissed her neck. She jolted a bit when he cupped her huge breasts outside her dress.
“You like it,” he whispered. Her reply was a slow moan, an indication that she enjoyed what he was doing.
Her clothes fell on the floor, revealing every curve of her naked body. She suddenly felt uncomfortable, she tried to cover herself, but he removed her hands.
“Don’t cover it. You’re gorgeous,” he said. His stares were full of admiration. He locked her lips with his, pushed his tongue inside her mouth. He softly bit her earlobes, licking it inside and out, his hands wandering over her body. Then his lips went down to her neck, licked her shoulders and her underarms.
She moaned. His lips on her body made her feel so good. She never experienced this kind of sensation, and she liked it. She wanted to have more. “Fuck me,” she said as she tried to unbutton his shirt, but he grabbed her hands.
“Shh, you’re my slave tonight.”
Their lips intertwined as he carried her to the bed. He slowly laid her down, not taking his gaze away. He pulled her closer, licked her neck again then down to her chest. Slowly, he grabbed her boobs, sucked them and gave them a soft bite, and tickled her erected nipple with his finger. Her pleasurable screams filled the entire room.
His touches made her shiver, she could hear her own voice — her lustful voice that she never imagines before. Her cheeks turned red with embarrassment.
Her hands were tied to the bed as he aggressively sucked both her huge tits, his hand felt the warmth of her vagina. It was warm and wet. He tried to put his middle finger inside, but it was tight. Slowly, he made his way in and out of her, his fingers covered with her cum.
Her body arched as his mouth went down to her stomach. Lust was all over her face when he looked up. He chuckled at what he saw.
He sucked her erected clitoris, tasted the juices coming out from her. Her pinkish vagina was inviting, so he licked it, played her clit using his tongue. Then he inserted his tongue inside her tight pussy. Her moans aroused him more.
“You’re all mine tonight. I’m going to fuck you hard,” he said blindfolding her.
“What are you doing?” Martina asked, but she felt thrilled with the thought of it. She never felt so alive before.
“Shh… I’ll make you a certified woman tonight,” he replied as he unzipped his pants.
He spread her legs and slowly, she felt his penis slide inside her. He went deeper as she screamed so loud. Slowly, he moved and grabbed her boobs. Then he went faster moving up and down, their bodies in rhythmic movements. He felt like he was going to burst, so he pulled her closer, his mouth aggressively sucking her breast. Both of them moan as they released the desires coming out on their private organs.
It was the strangest sensation ever for her, but she liked it. Her body ached, but in such a good way. When he was inside, a crazy shuddering joy had filled her veins. Now, her body had a cold sensation in it, not the warm and hot sensations she had expected with his cum, but, she didn’t mind.
For a moment, she had forgotten that she was about to die in a few months. There must be something in the alcohol she drunk. An enjoyable feeling lurked inside her; she fell asleep with a smile on her face.
Her head felt heavy as if it was pounded by a metal. The world was spinning and she wanted to vomit. She got up and went to the door where the light was on. She puked heavily, almost threw up her internal organs. It was a terrible feeling. She washed her face and almost fainted when she saw her face in the mirror.
Her eyes widened when she saw the marks all over her naked body. Suddenly, she felt ashamed of herself and proud at the same time. She pulled the towel from the rack and covered herself. Making out with a stranger never crossed her mind before… not until she found out about her cancer.
She deeply sighed. All the fears of dying came rushing again. The thought of her parents’ grieving made her feel bad. Tears started to fall again, but she wiped it away.
Her thoughts were distracted with something she stepped on when she went back to bed. Her face turned pale when she turned on the light. She almost tripped to a strap on dildo.
“What’s this thing?” she silently asked herself, her heart raced so fast. She slowly scanned the room and found her clothes on the floor. There were two sets of undies scattered alongside the bed. Her inner self was telling her to check the person sleeping on the bed.
She walked lightly, trying not to make a noise. Her hands were shaking when she pulled the sheet to uncover the stranger’s face. Dumbfounded, she stepped back; her knees suddenly lost its feelings.
The stranger was a woman.
Distraught, she picked up her clothes and left the room in rush. She couldn’t believe what had happened to her.
She made out with a woman! Her cheeks turned red in anguish. She was fooled. It was worse than having cancer.
She hailed a cab and went home. The sun has not risen yet, and her parents were still sleeping when she arrived. She made her way to her room without making a noise.
Wallowed in anguish and self-pity, her mind couldn’t think straight. She stripped down and went under the shower letting the hot water soaked into her skin. The steam filled the room; her brain suddenly turned foggy. She was in pain. The image of the woman flashed through her mind over and over whenever she closed her eyes.
She felt ashamed. Bewildered, she felt disgusted but remembering all the excitement and pleasurable sensation she felt while making out with the stranger felt so good, she could not even believe herself.
It wasn’t right, but it felt so damn good.
She slumped onto the bed after the shower and fell asleep. Her mind and body were both exhausted.
Three weeks after she found about her cancer, and the interaction she made with the stranger, she received a call from her doctor. It was an emergency, so she rushed to the hospital right away.
“I deeply apologize for the terrible mistake we have committed. The result given to you was for another patient. You are cancer free, Ms. Martina. In behalf of this hospital, we are very sorry. We will compensate for all the damages we have caused you.” The doctor and his staff bowed to her to apologize.
She was cancer free. It was gastritis. They all mistook her symptoms to stomach cancer and had given her incorrect results. Good thing she hasn’t told her parents about it.
Relieved, she left the hospital with a big smile on her face. Her stomach craved for sweets, so she went to buy canned fruit at a nearby convenience store.
Her phone rang when she walked out of the store, so she reached her mobile inside her bag and didn’t notice the man walking in front of her. She bumped into someone and almost lost her balance. “Oh, my gosh,” she blurted out.
Someone pulled her waist as she heard the word “got you.” Her heart skipped crazily. It was a familiar voice — that deep baritone voice she used to hear years ago.
Her face lit up when she saw the man whom she bumped into. Her guts were right. It was someone she knew and could never forget.
She got away from his arms and tried to bring back her composure.
“Are you alright?” the man asked her, not turning his gaze away from her. She felt her cheeks burning.
“Yeah. I’m… I’m alright. Sorry for being a klutz. I gotta go.” She almost stuttered, so she turned her back and walked away, but he grabbed her arms.
“Martina, it’s really nice to see you again.”
“Hmm, it’s nice to see you, too, Craig,” she shortly replied. “But I really have to go.”
“Maybe we can grab something to eat, for good old time’s sake,” he requested, his smiles melted her heart away. She couldn’t say no.
They went to the bar and restaurant that they used to go when they were still together. He ordered steak for the both of them: well done for her and medium rare for him. A bottle of wine chilled on ice on the side.
“How have you been?” his words distracted her trail of thoughts, unaware that she had been staring at him for a long time. “Martina,” she heard him call her name, a small tap on her hand startled her.
“Oh, hey, I’m sorry. I was just thinking about something. What did you say?” she said. She heard him laugh.
“You’re still the Martina I know. Still thinking about a lot of things… and still beautiful.” His remarks made her blushed.
“And you’re still the old smooth-talker Craig,” she retorted.
“How’s life going on? It’s been a long time since I last saw you. How’s your parents?”
“They’re both doing great.”
“What about you?”
“Oh, I’m fine. Working, as usual.”
“And you’re still workaholic. Don’t tell me you have been still single until now,” his gazed made her feel uneasy. It was the way he looked at her when they used to date.
“I forgot to write LOVE on my to-do list,” she replied, and they both laugh.
His offered to drive her home made her happy. He opened the door for her and put her on seat belts. His scent filled her nose as an intoxicating feeling lingered on her body. Her temperature risen up as if she was sick. Her eyes were closed when she swallowed hard, trying to control her feelings.
But she was surprised to feel something hot on her lips. His lips were on hers. They were kissing. They gasped for air when their lips parted.
“I miss you,” he said. Her mind went blank. Everything happened fast. The next thing she knew, they were inside a hotel room.
They were sharing a hot, passionate kiss as their hands wandered on each other’s body. They undressed each other, leaving just the undergarments. Both of them were feeling the rush of tasting one another as their lips intertwined, not wanting to let go.
His magical hand unclasped her brassiere in just a matter of seconds, and it fell on the ground. It released the healthy pair of big, bountiful boobs. The view made him feel more excited. His mouth feasted on them, sucked them hard that made her moan; his fingers made a circular motion on her nipples to erect them.
He lifted her left leg as he glided his tongue down to her stomach. His mouth wandered down to her most treasured part. Her body shaken when she felt his tongue between her thighs.
Her clitoris was gotten bigger with his sucking. The room was filled with her moans as he constantly sucked her down below. “Fuck,” she blurted when he entered his tongue inside her. The feeling was undeniably making her crazy. His tongue felt amazing, she couldn’t deny it.
He got up and found her lips again, his two fingers on her already soaked vagina. In and out until her body shaken and felt numb, she cum.
The feeling of cumming with just his fingers put her between shame and pleasure.
He carried her to the bed; his mouth was busy on her boobs. His throbbing dick could not wait to be released inside his boxer. Her surprised reaction when he took off his undergarment was breathtaking.
The innocence and lust were all over her face and that aroused him more. Planting gentle kisses on both of her flawless legs as he put them over his shoulders; his fingers playing her swelling clit, she bit her lips in pleasure. Satisfied with her reaction, he placed her legs and wrapped them over his torso, ready to put his throbbing penis inside of her.
He slowly entered his thick, long penis inside her warm, wet vagina. It was a little tight, but her wetness served as a lubricant and helped him as he slid deeper inside her warm pussy. It was hot and inviting like it was the perfect place for his dick.
His organ grew larger and harder inside her as if there was something inside her that slowly working on him, enveloping his entire erected penis. They moved in rhythmic movements; their hearts both beating fast. Bodily juices mixed, he leaned forward to lock her lips on him. His hands pressed against her bouncing boobs, gently sucking each nipple.
“I miss you so much,” he softly whispered as he speeds up his movement. Their in-sync bodies moving faster, both screaming each other’s name.
Numbed and shaken, she felt her flower was sprinkled with magical water; his organ was about to burst. Pulled each other closer, they came together; His semen filled her; her juice mixed with him.
It was the strangest sensation she felt; totally different from the one she had months ago. It was thrilling and satisfying as if she could never get enough of it.
He moved her on top of him. “Hold it for me, baby,” he said referring to his dick. Her hands squeezed his still erect penis as if it was the natural thing to do, though she hesitated at first. She moved her hands slowly, up and down, as she licked the tip of its head using her tongue. His dick throbbed as if it was tickled as she licked it in a circular motion. The inhibitions she once had faded away as she slid her mouth down over his hard cock.
She felt him throbbing inside her mouth. It was long and thick, but she tried to put everything inside, she almost choked. His moaning made her ecstatic. His dick still inside her mouth when she looked up to see his face and found a glimpse of love in his eyes. Those stares that made her fall for him years ago.
Still holding his penis, she got up and spread her legs. She slowly slid his dick inside her wet vagina, deep within her. His hands grabbed her from the hips, squeezing her small butt, and helping her moved up and down. Her hips swayed in sexy, slow motion, feeling the hardness inside. She reached for his hand to grope her tits. The feeling of his skin brushed against hers was so arousing.
He was about to cum again, so he pinned her down to the bed controlling the rhythmic movements of their bodies in a faster beat. They were both whispering words of love as he filled her body with his cum.
Exhausted and drained with energy, they both fell with each other’s arms and slept.
The splash of water coming from the bathroom woke her. She got up and looked at the time. It was thirty minutes after five in the morning.
Sleepy, she went back to bed, but she heard the phone ringing. She turned on the lights and tried to find the one that’s ringing — it was his. Her face turned white when she saw the picture of the one calling him.
It was the cross-dresser. The one she made out with! Cora, the woman who was calling him was standing beside Craig, his arm coiled to her waist.
Her knees melted. It felt like the world crushed on her, she felt devastated. Her emotions get over her that she didn’t even ask if he was married. Nor she didn’t even check the ring on his finger.
Tears fell on her eyes once again. It was more painful than having cancer. She never learned her lesson. For the second time around, her heart was torn into thousands of tiny pieces.
She grabbed a piece of paper and wrote something for him before she hurriedly left the hotel.
“Babe,” he called when he finished showering. He had felt so excited to see her face again. It had been several years when they parted ways. His playboy manners and immaturity cost him the most special woman in his life. Now that they’d crossed paths again, he didn’t want to lose her again.
Wrapped in a piece of towel, he stepped out of the shower and found the empty bed and no Martina around. His heart skipped frantically. That couldn’t be. They already made love so how could she run away.
He found a small note on top of the bed, next to his folded clothes. It read, “Of all the mistakes that I’ve made, you’re my favorite. Love, Martina.”
It wasn’t a mistake or pure lust. It was love they felt when they made love last night. He couldn’t be wrong. His feelings for her never went away even after all the years that had passed.
His trail of thoughts was distracted when he heard his phone ringing. He reached for it and answered the call. It was Cora, his half-sister from his dad whom he met two years ago.
“Yes, sis, what’s up?” he asked, his mind still with Martina.
“Bro, I finally knew her name. Remember the woman I told you about? The one I made love with a few weeks ago? I knew her name. You have to help me find her,” the excitement of her voice was noticeable.
“Hmm,” he shortly replied.
“You should help me find her. She’s the only woman that brought me back to life. She was the light on my darkest day. Her smiles illuminated my life no one ever did,” she blurted, her words turned into poetry.
“What’s her name? You blabber too much,” he said in a sarcastic tone. He wasn’t in the mood to talk about his half-sister’s crush.
“Her name’s Martina. Martina Golayo.” The phone slid on his hand, his jaw dropped on the floor when he heard her name.
This won’t be easy.
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