This is a work of fiction. This story a Filipina who loses her virginity to an older American man. If any of that disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome, but please read the whole story to the end before you comment.
My philosophy is that a story should be like a woman's skirt. It should be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep it interesting. I try to do that in my stories. You may or may not agree with me as to where I should end a story, but know that I end each story where I think it should end.
Nobody in this story was under 18 when they had sex.
Abigail Rosales was born on the island of Negros in the central Visayan Islands of the Philippines. Her father had died in a storm (fishing) when she was ten, and her mother did whatever she could to support Abigail and her two younger sisters, but it was never enough. Somehow, Abigail (or Abby as she was known) was able to complete high school, but although she would love to go to college, she had no money for any further education.
A girl in the Philippines with just a high school education or less has no chance of any employment beyond domestic help. Nevertheless, Abby was in Cebu looking for work. She had some friends in the Cebu City area who would help her if they could. One of those had a laptop that Abby could use to look online for work. She had been on Cebu for about two weeks already, and had seen nothing but rejections everywhere she applied. She hadn't even been able to find work as a maid.
She was about to give up when her friend told her to look online in the Cebu Classified website. There were all kinds of ads and they were all mixed together. She had been searching the ads for about a half-hour when she came across one that was unusual. It simply read:
Wanted: A live-in girlfriend for a mature man. Normal expectations concerning a girlfriend. For the right girl, benefits include, room, board, all personal expenses, college tuition, fees, books and transportation. Call me @9999473327 if interested.
Abby normally wouldn't have even considered this a week before, but she was running out of time and money to continue her job search. The part that intrigued her was that he was offering to pay for college. That was something that she really wanted.
After thinking about it for a while, Abby typed the number into her cell phone and sent a text, "Are you still looking for a live-in girlfriend?"
It was less than a minute before she received an answer. "Yes. My name is Jim. I'm a retired American. Tell me about yourself."
She replied, "My name is Abby. Filipina, 5'0", 105 lbs, long black hair, high school graduate who wants to go to college but has no money."
Jim replied, "Can we meet?"
"Where?" she asked.
"Can you get to Ayala?" he responded.
She worried that it would take all of her remaining money. "Yes, but it will take all of my money to take a jeepney there. Where in Ayala?"
"Don't worry about money. I will cover your fare both ways plus some. Meet me in front of the Starbucks in the Terraces at Ayala. When can you meet?"
She replied, "It will take me about an hour to get ready and ride there."
"OK," he replied. "I'll meet you there in an hour. I will be wearing a red shirt."
Abby was extremely nervous. She had never done anything like this before. In fact, she had never even had a boyfriend before.
She got dressed in her best clothes, although she didn't really have much to choose from. She took a quick bucket bath, put on a white blouse with a black skirt and slippers, and left her friend's apartment. It was a short walk to the jeepney route that would take her to Ayala Mall, and then Abby just had to find the Starbucks once she arrived at the mall.
As Abby approached the Starbucks, she saw a very handsome Kano wearing a red shirt in front of the coffee shop. She approached him. "Are you Jim?"
"Yes," he responded. "You must be Abby. You didn't tell me that you are very beautiful."
She blushed. "I'm not really very pretty," she replied. "But thank you."
"I would beg to differ," he said. "Let's go in and get a table where we can talk. Would you like something to drink?"
"OK," she replied. "Whatever you are having will be fine for me too."
"Sit at that table over in the corner, and I will order us drinks," he said.
Jim ordered two lattes, paid and got a number, and went back to the table where Abby was sitting. At first, they just got to know each other better. When Jim's number was called, he picked up the drinks and went back to the table. He still couldn't believe how gorgeous this girl was. Unless it turned out that she was some kind of axe murderer, he was going to snap her up.
When Jim sat down, he sipped his drink, and then asked Abby, "So, why do you want to be my girlfriend? I'm probably fifty years older than you."