No character in this story was under 18 when they had sex.
I will leave it to the reader to decide what is true and what is fiction. I have been around long enough to know that each person decides what is true or not based on their own experiences, and NOT based on what is actually true.
Chapter 51 -- Baby
I had been living in Angeles City for a many years when I met Baby. Baby is often a name given to the youngest daughter in a Filipino family. In that, Baby was typical of the set. She came from a relatively small family, whereas she only had four siblings, all girls, and all of them older than her.
Two of her sisters were married, one was working on a cruise ship, and one was working in Manila. Baby was expected to stay home and take care of her parents in their old age, but that didn't sit well with her. She had always dreamed of marrying an American and moving with him to the US. She wanted children, but she hadn't really thought about how many. Being a stay-at-home old maid caring for the parents was NOT part of her plans.
Baby came to Angeles City to fulfill her dream. She thought that a lot of Americans lived in Angeles City (of course that was true before the base shut down), so she wanted to find a job where she could interact with them. That was how I met her. She was working in customer service at a company that I did business with, so I saw her from time to time.
The first time I saw Baby, I thought she was pretty, but not a stunner. She had a nice body, but it wasn't outstanding. In short, she was a typical Filipina. What made her stand out to me was the way I always felt that she was extra friendly, to the point of flirting, every time we talked. I decided to take a chance with her and asked her out to dinner. Her face lit up with a smile as she accepted the invitation.
I picked her up at six the next evening close to where she worked. I had asked her out on a Thursday, and the date was for Friday evening. Baby had taken an extra dress and makeup to work, and she used one of the company's restrooms to prepare herself for the date. When I first saw her come out of the building, I knew that Baby wanted more than just a date. She wanted a relationship... with me.
Although I had a motorbike, I had hired a trike for the evening, so when she came out in her dress, I wasn't sure that I had chosen wisely. She just seemed too classy for a ride in a trike. However, she was used to riding in trikes (they are almost the cheapest transportation in the Philippines), and she just got in without any problems. Her dress did ride way up on her legs, though, because trikes in Angeles City tended to be a little bit cramped for space.
I took Baby to a nice restaurant close to my apartment, hoping that the evening could continue after dinner. I needn't have been worried. That was exactly what she was hoping for as well. Baby came prepared to stay over at my place, if I invited her.
Dinner went well. We had a wonderful conversation. I learned all about Baby and she learned all about me. I have found, at least with Filipinas, that it is best to be completely honest in answering their questions, but that you shouldn't offer any information beyond what they ask. What you say must be truthful (they seem to have a built-in radar to detect lies), but less is more when telling them about yourself.
We had wine with dinner, and Baby had consumed most of the bottle (I just drank half of one glass), so she was feeling pretty good by the time we finished our dinner date. I asked her if she would like to see my apartment, and she smiled and immediately accepted the invitation. "Oh yes, I would love to."
We took off our shoes as we entered my apartment. That was kind of a ritual with me. It kept my place cleaner and it began the undressing process for the girl. After we entered my apartment, I gave Baby the nickel tour. She was impressed with the size and cleanliness of my apartment, and commented that she had expected a bachelor's apartment to be messy. She admitted, however, that she had never actually been in a bachelor's place.
I was pleased with how well the evening was going. After the short tour, Baby hopped up on my king-sized bed, scooted across it, and leaned back against the pillows. She was amazed by the bed's size and comfort. Like other girls before her, she commented that her whole family slept in an area about the same size as my bed.
She spread out over the large bed, not able to touch any edge. In doing so, she spread her legs out, and her dress rode way up her legs. Her panties were fully showing, but she didn't seem to be aware or concerned by it. They were nice sexy lace panties, too, and I could see through them. Seldom in the Philippines had I seen truly sexy panties on a generally conservative girl... and Baby was truly conservative.
Baby said that she went to Mass a few times a week instead of just of Sundays, and she told me that she prayed every night. I asked Baby what she prayed for, and she blushed when she told me that she was praying to find the right man. So far, she hadn't found him, but she was hopeful with me. Baby said she wasn't interested in Filipinos, and most Americans she had met were too flirty for her tastes. She said that she accepted the date with me because she thought I might be that man.
I told her that I was honored that she thought that, but only time would tell for sure. Baby liked that answer, and leaned in to hug me. I took the opportunity to turn the hug into a kiss. She was surprised at first and struggled a little, but then she relaxed and let me kiss her. "That was my first real kiss," she whispered when I broke the kiss. "It was nice."
"I'm glad you liked it," I said, and leaned in to kiss her again. Baby didn't struggle at all this time, but she was still surprised when my tongue sought entry into her mouth. She finally relented, and allowed my tongue to seek out hers. It was obvious from the beginning that Baby had no idea what she was doing, and it was a struggle to add passion to the kiss, but I was persistent. Soon, my tongue was dancing with hers and sucking her tongue into my mouth. She was moaning, but not making any move to escape the kiss.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "I didn't expect this, but I like it."
I leaned in again. This time she just closed her eyes and accepted whatever I was offering. Her body was already turning on due to our previous kisses, and to this kiss I added wandering hands. They found her breasts first, and I explored her breasts and nipples thoroughly (although she still had her dress on). Baby was obviously enjoying the kiss (and all that went with it).
She wasn't struggling at all by the end of the third kiss, so I slid my hands up under the hem of her dress to find the naked flesh of her breasts. Baby gasped as my hands found her nipples. I had pushed her bra up under her dress to access them, so her bra and dress were both bunched up under her armpits. With her dress pushed up, I kissed my way down until my lips landed on her bare nipples. Instead of pushing me away (as I had expected), her hands went to pull my head toward her breasts.
Baby was feeling confined by her clothes by then, and she quietly slipped her arms out of the dress, unhooked her bra, and pushed everything up and off her head. Now, I had an open playing field in front of me. The only piece of clothing she had left on her body was her panties, but I was concentrating on her breasts and nipples first, so I left her panties where they were.
I explored and suckled every bit of her breasts and nipples until Baby was cooing and moaning under me. She had obviously never felt anything like this before. Her hands were pulling me toward her nipples, so I would suckle them more. I had already given her some hickeys on her lower breasts, and I was having fun suckling her nipples vigorously. Baby reached her first orgasm just from me sucking her nipples deep into my mouth. The suction touched off fireworks in her brain, and she felt countless waves of pleasure wash over her.
