Chapter 7

Though Marisa hadn't been having sex since leaving Siquijor almost three months before, she had been seeing Jason regularly, despite her busy schedule. They were getting along very well, and it was quickly turning serious. But though their meeting was rather unorthodox (to put it mildly), Jason had never pressured her to sleep with him. Marisa told him that she wanted to take it slow, and he respected that. She wanted to settle down, but she had some things she felt she had to do before committing to Jason completely. And now that Marisa's birth control shots had taken effect, she decided that this was the time.

When she and her ex, Martin, were still a couple, he had given her the keys to his apartment in an attempt to get her to spend the night. Since they broke up so suddenly, she had never gotten around to returning them. He had broken up with her because he had gotten sick of waiting for her to put out, so now she was going to make him regret that.

She let herself into Martin's apartment, looking confident and sexy in a slinky red wrap dress. He was just walking out of the shower and he was drying his hair with a towel as he walked, but he was buck naked. He gave a little start and said, "Whoa, Marisa! It's been a while. What are you doing here?"

Instead of replying, she pulled her dress open, revealing sexy black lace underwear. Martin went hard right away, and Marisa gave a little inward chuckle when she saw that he was just an average 5 or 6 inches, much smaller than what she was used to. On any other guy it would've been fine with her, but since he had been such a jerk, she gained a little satisfaction from knowing that he didn't quite measure up to her previous lovers.

She guided him to a nearby dining chair and pushed him down with one hand as she undid the clasp of her bra with the other. She straddled him and pulled the crotch of her lacy thong aside before guiding herself onto him. At least his cock can reach my G-spot, she thought, as she started moving and grinding on him. Martin pulled her bra off and smiled widely when he saw her breasts. He couldn't keep his hands off of them, which was fine with Marisa. It took her a while to adjust to this smaller cock, but eventually she neared orgasm. She was impressed that Martin had lasted so long. Her pace got faster and faster, and he grasped her hips and thrusted up into her. As she orgasmed, she felt his semen spraying into her at the same time. She slumped on his chest, exhausted.

Almost immediately after, she heard a familiar voice in the hallway. "Hon? I was halfway home when I realized that I left my blue gown here after the Christmas ball. I need it for a wedding ... Oh." Her voice faded when she caught sight of the two of them. Both Marisa and Martin froze. It was Annalyn, one of Marisa's closest friends.

Marisa's mind was reeling. Christmas ball? That was over six months ago! She and Martin were still a couple then! But she recovered quickly. Instead of jumping off of Martin's lap, she slowly straightened and sexily stood, giving Annalyn a good view of Martin's penis slipping out of her. "The best friend and the boyfriend? Oh, that is such a cliché. Couldn't you find anyone else to fuck?" She scathingly asked Annalyn. She dressed unhurriedly and sauntered out, leaving the two in an awkward silence. She kept her confident gait until she got into her car and burst into tears.

The next day, she decided that she was really and truly over Martin. Painful as it was, the events of the night before had given her closure. On her way to the office, her cell phone rang, the caller ID showing that it was Martin. After the initial inane pleasantries, he said, "So I've been thinking about last night. You are amazing! I'm sorry for being such a jerk. How about we have a go at it again, for old times' sake?" Marisa could barely believe his nerve. Instead of losing her cool and shrieking into her phone, she settled for a simple, "Not interested." Martin kept on going on and on about how great it had been and how good they were together, until Marisa finally said, "It may have been amazing for you, but I've had so much better. I'm really not interested in ever seeing you again, so don't bother to call." Then she hung up.

After taking a deep breath, she moved on to the second, and last, item on her agenda. She picked up her phone again and called her travel agent, asking him to book her a ticket on the soonest available flight to Siquijor.