Chapter 37 SPG R-18
In Her Car
Arushi’s POV
Nakatayo lang ako mag-isa ngayon dito sa parking lot. Ang lamig ng hangin kahit hindi pa naman gano’n kalalim ang gabi. It’s around 5 PM, golden hour, pero instead of feeling calm or relaxed, parang may static sa dibdib ko.
Citrine went home earlier with Min-Jae. Naiwan akong naglalakad-lakad dito, pretending I had somewhere to be. Pero to be honest, I just didn’t want to go home yet. My mind was still clouded from last night’s dream… and the weird tension in my chest that hadn’t faded since I woke up.
I stood near the edge of the lot, casually scrolling through my phone, pretending to look busy habang nag-iisip kung saan ako pupunta after.
Then I saw her.
Leaning against a sleek black car, arms crossed, wearing that smug little smile like she owned the world. Si Margarette. As usual, confident, mysterious, dangerous in a way I couldn’t explain.
Napalingon ako left and right, checking if she was talking to someone else. Pero ako lang naman ‘yung nandito.
I swallowed hard.
Her smile deepened. “Come on. It’s getting late. Don’t make a girl wait.”
I should’ve said no.
I should’ve walked away.
Pero parang may humila sa’kin. Or maybe, I was just tired of thinking. Tired of resisting whatever this was. So I nodded slowly and walked toward her.
Pagkasakay ko sa passenger seat, I expected a quiet drive.
Pero hindi ‘yon ang nakuha ko.
Kakasara pa lang ng pinto, she suddenly turned to me—eyes burning, smile gone—and then boom, she pushed me against the seat, pinning me down.
I should’ve, right? But my body betrayed me. Instead of resisting, my hands found her waist. Firm. Warm. Tempting. Her scent overwhelmed me—vanilla and something sharp beneath it, like adrenaline.
Her mouth trailed kisses down to my collarbone, teeth grazing my skin. Then she whispered in my ear, breathy and teasing, “You’re getting hard, Arushi.”
I gasped. “H-huh?”
She laughed softly, wickedly, then slid her hand down. Bold. Confident. She palmed me through my slacks, and I tensed.
I bit my lip, eyes flickering toward the windows. “Tinted ba ‘tong car mo?”
She smirked. “Yes. Relax. No one can see us.”
She fished something from her bag—condoms. Pinatong niya sa dash, tapos kinuha niya ‘yung isa at inabot sa’kin.
My hands trembled as I unbuckled my belt, loosening my slacks. The air inside the car felt heavier, hotter. Her gaze never left me. Parang sinisid niya ‘yung kaluluwa ko habang pinapanood niya ako.
I rolled the condom on, my cheeks burning.
Then, slowly, she positioned herself between my thighs, lifting her skirt. I saw her lace underwear, barely covering anything. Her fingers slid it aside.
My heart pounded.
She stared at me. No smile this time. Just something raw and real in her eyes.
Then she lowered herself onto me.
We both gasped—me in shock, her in satisfaction. She rocked her hips slowly, deliberately. Every movement pulled a sound out of me I didn’t know I was capable of making.
She leaned forward, lips brushing mine. “Don’t hold back.”
I didn’t.
My hips rose to meet hers, our rhythm quick and hot. The air was thick with breathless moans, skin against skin. Her nails dragged down my shoulders, her lips on mine, claiming me over and over again.
Every grind, every shift of her weight, drove me deeper into her.
Her breath hitched. She bit her lip. “Harder,” she whispered.
I obeyed.
I held her close, kissing her jaw, her throat. Her moans filled the car, soft but desperate. My fingers dug into her hips, helping her move, guiding her.
We moved faster, messier, sweat forming on our skin despite the AC running.
It felt reckless. Wrong. But so damn good.
Her head fell back, mouth parted, eyes closed as she trembled in my arms.
I felt it too—heat rising, everything building into something blinding.
With one final thrust, I let go. My body convulsed, my mind went blank. She held me close, shaking, gasping.
And just like that, silence returned.
For a few seconds, we just stayed there. Her head resting on my shoulder, my arms still around her waist. Breathing hard. Hearts pounding in sync.
No words. Just the aftermath of something we couldn’t take back.
Eventually, she pulled away, fixing herself quickly, wiping sweat from her forehead.
I looked at her, still catching my breath. “Why did you do that?”
She shrugged. “Because I wanted to. And I think… you did too.”
I couldn’t deny it. Even if part of me wanted to.
As I redressed in silence, she reached for her keys. “Want me to still drive you home?”
The engine purred to life. She drove quietly, eyes on the road. I glanced at her from time to time, still trying to understand what just happened. My body felt light, used, satisfied, confused.
And yet, at the back of my mind…
I still thought about her.
The faceless girl.
The way she touched me. The way she said my name.
Margarette glanced at me, sensing my silence. “You okay?”
She nodded, not pushing further.
But I knew deep down… this wasn’t over.
Something was waking up inside me.
And I didn’t know if I could ever go back.
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Akala ko pauwi na ako.
Pero hindi.
Margarette didn’t drive me home. Instead, she turned left sa intersection, past the street where I was supposed to get off. “Where are we going?” tanong ko, trying to keep my voice steady kahit nanginginig pa rin katawan ko from what just happened in her car.
I should’ve said yes. Dapat umangal ako. Dapat bumaba ako.
Pero hindi ko magawa.
Parang may something sa kanya—sa boses niya, sa mga mata niya, sa presence niya—that pulled me in. Like I was under a spell. Hypnotized. Drugged.
But no.
I was sober.
And I followed her willingly.
Pagdating namin sa condo niya, she parked, got out casually like we hadn’t just done something illegal in her car, then glanced at me over her shoulder. “Let’s go up.”
And like some puppy, sumunod lang ako.
We rode the elevator in silence. I was fidgeting, trying to keep my thoughts straight, pero the air between us was charged again. Electric. Delirious. Dangerous.
Pagpasok namin sa unit niya, the door barely clicked shut when she turned around and pushed me against it. Her lips crashed into mine, wild and demanding, and I kissed her back, just as desperate. Hindi na kami nag-usap. Wala nang kailangan pang sabihin.
She led me to her bedroom, tugging at my slacks habang naglalakad kami. Pinaupo niya ako sa edge ng kama. She knelt between my legs, undressing me slowly, her fingers skilled and deliberate.
She smirked. “Shhh.”
She pulled another condom from her drawer, opened it, and gently rolled it onto me. Her hands were warm, steady, and the way she touched me—sobrang confident, like she knew every inch of my body kahit ngayon lang kami naging ganito.
Then, she climbed on top of me again.
This time on her bed.
And it was different. Slower at first. She guided herself down on me, and we both gasped, our hands gripping each other tightly. Her rhythm started soft, slow, as if savoring every movement, every inch.
My hands roamed her back, her hips, her thighs.
She leaned down, kissing me again, her tongue teasing mine. Her moans echoed against my lips as we moved together, bodies slick with sweat and desire.
We changed positions.
She flipped us over, then straddled me reverse, riding me hard. The view made my head spin. My hands gripped her waist, helping her move, faster, deeper. She moaned louder now, her back arching.
Then, I pulled her down and took over.
Missionary. Sideways. Even standing against the wall for a minute. We were completely lost in each other—chasing high after high until our bodies were burning, shaking, satisfied.
I collapsed beside her, breathing hard, soaked in sweat.
Margarette turned to me, brushing my cheek with her fingers, lips parted like she was about to say something—but then—
brRRRRT. brRRRRT.
My phone rang.
I groaned, rolling over to grab it, but Margarette got there first.
She smirked as she saw the screen light up. “Hmm, group chat?”
Too late.
She answered it.
While still on top of me.
While we were still connected.
The speaker blasted to life.
Then—
My soul left my body.
I was still inside Margarette, still holding her hips, and the phone was just there, exposing everything.
The moans.
The slapping of skin.
My soft groan as I tried not to lose it.
Pero she just laughed.
And then—
She started moving again.
She covered my mouth with hers, muffling my groan. Her hips rolled against mine, slow and torturous.
The call was still ongoing.
And I could hear them—my friends—freaking out, laughing, some trying to end the call, some yelling in disbelief.
But I didn’t care anymore.
All I could focus on was her. The way she moved. The way she tightened around me. Her body. Her warmth. The look in her eyes that said, You’re mine tonight.
I grabbed her thighs, thrusting up into her, deeper this time, matching her rhythm.
We didn’t stop.
Even as the call finally disconnected.
Even as our names probably trended in some cursed group chat.
We just kept going.
And when we came again—loud, messy, breathless—it felt like something inside me snapped. Like I had fallen too far down to climb back.
Margarette collapsed on top of me, both of us trembling, hearts pounding in sync. I wrapped my arms around her waist, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling.
Silence.
Only our breathing filled the room now.
Margarette chuckled, breathless. “Your friends are wild.”
I couldn’t even answer.
My mind was foggy. My body limp. And my chest—tight.
Because despite everything that happened—everything I let happen—
My heart wasn’t here.
It was somewhere else.
In a dream.
In a cabin.
With a girl I still couldn’t see.
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