Come Wednesday (An English Short Love Story)

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Date: October 1, 2022 (2 months ago)

Come Wednesday

Chapter One

The Present

The Coffee Shop at the Mall ---- Wednesday 11:30 AM

Paul is on his second cup of coffee as he sits patiently at a table for two on the corner of his favorite coffee shop. He has been waiting for Catherine since the mall opened more than an hour past. Catherine has never been this late before. They should be on their way to Tagaytay City by now. Paul is in a bind, he could not contact her. They had long before agreed that only personal meeting is safe. He does not even have her number.

Catherine is married.

Paul turned his attention to the growing crowd of early shoppers. He thought it was rather unusual this Wednesday. Wednesday…our day, Paul smiled as his thought drifted to the Wednesday he came to know Catherine. It is still fresh in his mind as if it took place only yesterday and not two years before.

Chapter Two

The Past

The Coffee Shop at the Mall - Wednesday 11:00 AM

Paul was looking at the books at the new arrivals section, when he saw one that caught his interest. He reached for it at exactly the same time that Catherine did. Their hands touched.

"I am sorry." Paul, a bit embarrassed, quickly apologized as he looked at her.

"Nobody's fault." She smiled at him.

They both loved books, arts and literature, history and current events. It was uncanny, the similarity of their interests, their passion for reading and writing. They came to know this during coffee at a coffee shop nearby. Paul talked about his work, his aspiration, injecting it with humor that amused Catherine. She listened enthralled, her eyes never leaving his handsome face, wondering what compelled her, a married woman, to accept the invitation of this stranger to join him for coffee. Tomorrow, she thought, there will be time to find a reason.

Paul too was in strange territory. He has never talked to anybody like this before. Not since his wife died. He usually kept to himself after that. His invitation to Catherine was just a spur of the moment, not really caring if she accepted it or not. He knew she is married. He saw the ring on her finger.

Yet, here he is having coffee, excitedly sharing his thoughts with a stranger. He looked at her face, this classy lady, so stunningly beautiful, giving him her full attention, hanging to his every word. He felt important, appreciated. Catherine also found herself telling Paul more than she should. She looked at him. Something in his eyes stirred a strange feeling she never felt before. Strange . She was inexplicably drawn to him as if she has known him all her life.

It was almost mid afternoon when Catherine said she really had to go. She was already late for her appointment. His eyes followed her tall svelte figure as she rushed towards the escalator, her long wavy hair flowing.

Chapter Three

The Past

At the Mall - Wednesdays

They both could not exactly say how and when they came to meet every Wednesday. It just happened. They did not plan it. Something appeared to be dictating their action, drawing them together, sealing their fate.

They spent the day mostly at the mall. The bookstore, the coffee shop, restaurants, movie houses, have been part of their stolen, yet still innocent moments together. But it was at the coffee shop where they spent most of their time. They never seemed to run out of things to say to each other. Sometimes, they just sat there in shared silence, reading books or writing. At times they just aimlessly walked around hand in hand.

Often, Catherine left by mid afternoon. Paul never asked her why. Until one day, she invited him to come with her. They left in Catherine's car. .

"Nanay, this is my friend Paul" Catherine said to the old woman on a wheelchair.\

"Paul, this is my mother Anna. I call her Nanay, she calls me anak."

Paul smiled at Nanay who looked like an older version of Catherine. Nanay just stared blankly, unmindful of their presence. Catherine wheeled Nanay into the garden, their usual place during her visit.

"She is my only family." Catherine said as she lovingly stroke Nanay's hair. I am an only child, my father died when I was twelve. She did not marry again to take care of me. She used to be a teacher."

"We brought Nanay to this homecare when her Alzheimer's got worse. She refused to live with me when I got married. She did not want to leave her house. She is really very independent. Anyway, I felt that my mother-in-law did not really want Nanay in her house."

The visit made them much closer. More intimate.

Chapter Four

The Past

Wednesday – The hotel in Tagaytay City

The heavy rain before, had turned into a gentle drizzle, giving way to the misty view of the Taal Lake. Paul and Catherine stood hand in hand by the window that framed the panoramic splendor. They were both naked. Their bodies still aglow in the aftermath of their lovemaking. The heavy smell of sex permeated the room.

Earlier, it was raining hard when they checked in their hotel room. They reached for each other as soon as the door closed. Their bodies colliding into a tight embrace. Their pent up desire, long been building up, unleashed. They tore at each other's clothes, barely making it to the bed where they fell naked, Paul on top of her. They kissed, tongues engaged in savage duel. He felt her long nipples hardening on his chest, the soft trimmed hair between her legs against his hardening manhood. He slipped a hand between their bodies, cupped her left breast, fingers caressing, gently pinching her aroused nipple.

Their kiss deepened.

Paul's hand moved across her body, tracing her warm smooth skin, gently sliding down towards her womanhood.. Catherine gasped into Paul's mouth as she felt his hand cupped her mound, gently rubbing. A finger run up and down her slit, parting the moist pussy lips, circling her bud of lust so gently it barely touched the tip. Catherine spread her thighs wide, her pussy quivering, creaming. Paul broke their kiss and positioned himself on his knees between her thighs, his finger still on her bud.

Paul gazed adoringly at the writhing nakedness before him. Her beautiful face flushed with lust, hair spilled over her pillow, mouth slightly open, her heavy eyes on his. Paul got bolder, he slipped a finger into her. Slowly sliding in and out, circling, exploring her inner walls now sleek with copious juices. Catherine was beside herself with lust, her legs started to shake as Paul lowered his head to feast on her firm breasts, alternately licking, sucking and blowing her erect nipples.

After what seemed to be an eternity, Paul kisses slid downward. His knees touched the floor as he gently pulled Catherine towards him, her buttocks on the edge of the bed, her legs weighed on his shoulders. His face was so close to the slightly open lips between her legs. Catherine could feel the warmth of his breath down there. Paul breathed deeply, seemingly overwhelmed by the scent of her quim. . She could also smell her sex.

"Paul, wait I have to wash, I….I mean I have to go the bathroom" Catherine said in panic.

"No, my lady, the proof of the pussy is in the eating"

Paul smiled before his tongue run up and down between her pussy lips, parting wider, deeper, the already swollen petals. Catherine squirmed as he felt his tongue snaking in and out her love hole, lapping, licking, savoring her wetness. His hands massaging her breasts, kneading the pliant flesh, fingers toying with her nipples.

"Ahhh, shouldn't it be the pudding? She stammered.

"Hmmm, whatever, but surely, your pussy tastes much better, much sweeter." His tongue fluttering, flicking at her swollen clit. Catherine moaned, hands clutching Paul's head, pressing, grinding his face to her sex. She could feel the rush building up.

Sensing her impending explosion, Paul hook two fingers inside her quivering pussyt, churning her GSpot. She arched her backed, twisted and turned, delirious in her climax. She squirted for the first time, flooding his fingers. She tried to sit up, surprised and embarrassed, but Paul held her and kissed her hard with open mouth. She could taste herself in his mouth. She reached for his hard cock, grasping it. It throbbed in her hand as she stroke it up and down. Catherine rubbed the tip of his cock along her wet crack, circling the head at the entrance, dipping it in just a bit, teasing him.

The head now slick with his precum and her wetness, dipped into the swollen lips. Paul pushed on, sinking slowly inch by inch, opening her wider, stretching her inner walls, until all of him is enveloped in the silky buttery warmth of her hungry hole. His hair grinding against her pussy hair.

For just a moment, Catherine thought of her husband. She is being unfaithful to him. She is letting another man's cock inside her. "No, this moment is mine. He has nothing to do with this. This is my time" she thought as she spread her legs wider to meet Paul's deep but gentle thrusts as they found their rhythm in the dance of love.

She could feel her pussy gripping his shaft as it moved in and out relentlessly, filling her, stretching her. Paul moaned as he thrust deep until he couldn't get any further. He stayed, feeling the rush in his balls as he stiffened, his cock expanding, pulsing, until he exploded, spurting copious cum, flooding her love tunnel..

They stayed immobile for a while, Paul's cock still inside her. No words were spoken. Catherine was too overwhelmed to speak. Paul too was filled with overpowering emotion he couldn't explain. They fell asleep in each other's arms.

Chapter Five

The Past

Wednesday - The Coffee Shop at the Mall

"I'll be happy if I get even one book published." Paul said as he recalled his rejection slips he got from several publishers.

"Don't give up Paul. I believe in you. Its just a matter of time." Catherine held his hand.

"What about your dream book. Have you started work on it yet?" Paul asked.

"Not yet Paul, I want my children's book to be especial, different from the others. Its personal to me."

For a while, Paul remained silent. He understood. Catherine had already told him she could never have children after her miscarriage. It broke her heart. Being an only child, she had hoped for having many children.

She also revealed that her husband, George is an only son from a family engaged in medium scale construction business. They have offices in Makati and Cebu. Her mother-in-law manages the Makati office while George oversees operations in Cebu. He comes home to Makati for the weekend once a month.

Catherine had long suspected her husband of having affairs. She knew her husband's penchant for young women. She married him when she was twenty four. He was her childhood friend, her only boyfriend. They had been married ten years. After her miscarriage five years ago, her husband became more distant. He did not want to adopt a child.

She holds office in Makati Monday to Saturday. Sundays, she is in the company of her mother-in-law. She has no complaints, she needs to be busy especially after her miscarriage. But Wednesday is her free day. A day for herself. Her time with Nanay.

Chapter Six

The Past

Wednesday - The Book Store at the Mall

"Your wife, how was she?" Catherine asked while pretending to be leafing through a book, not really wanting to look at Paul.

It took a while before Paul spoke.

"Faith and I were batchmates in a creative writing course. I was already a freelance writer then while she worked in a PR department of a government agency in Manila. She was a journalism graduate from Davao City. We were both aspiring writers who dreamt of having our works published. She was a good writer, wrote good poetry too. We were married three years when she died six years ago, a hit and run victim. The day of the accident, she had to work late, so told me not to fetch her anymore. She was waiting for a taxi when it happened. My regret is our being childless. She would have been a good mother. She was a beautiful person, so loving, so nurturing."

"I am so sorry Paul" she held his hand.

Catherine became unusually quiet. After a while, she held his arm and looked straight into his eyes.

"Paul , let's go to Tagaytay ".Her voice was so soft it was almost a whisper.

Chapter Seven

The Past

Wednesday – The hotel in Tagaytay City

Paul sat naked on the sofa looking at the view outside when Catherine came out of the bathroom naked.

"Hey, handsome, its your birthday on Saturday, so I have a surprise for you"

She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide.

"And what do you have in mind?" Paul looked at the slightly parted lips surrounded by neatly trimmed hair between her thighs.

"Ah, something especial, you can eat my pussy" She, proudly said as she slowly rubbed her cunt.

"Hmmm, but I've done that before, what's so especial then"

"I washed it" Her laughter was thick with passion as she spread her pussy lips.

"Thank you, but first, this birthday boy needs some TLC." Paul pointed to his cock as he walked towards Catherine.

He stood between her legs, his cock almost touching her face. She took it into her hand, felt it throbbed and grew in her grip as she gently moved her hand up and down. Her other hand cupped his balls, gently massaging them. Paul moaned as the tip of her tongue touched just tip of his penis before its wet slide along his shaft, down to his swollen balls and back...

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October 1, 2022 (2 months ago)

Guys  thanks sa suport sa mga reposts ko.
Now break muna tayo sa usual stories ko at ng maiba naman

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October 1, 2022 (2 months ago)

Not ashamed to admit that this is my most favorite one-shot story. I think mas malungkot at mas tragic ito kesa sa COME SATURDAY. Thanks for reposting your works Sir!

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October 4, 2022 (2 months ago)

Yes,  I think so too

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October 1, 2022 (2 months ago)

‘Lo, this is one of my favorite one part story of yours. It is poignant but still gives that feel-good feeling after reading.

I loved the part where Paul doesn’t have Catherine’s phone number. This made me smile as I remember one episode in Modern Love: Strangers on a Dublin Train.

They met on a train and instantly clicked. At the train station, the girl was halfway through giving her number to the guy but the guy said “Let’s meet at this station instead.” They anticipated for that day to come but it didn’t due to Covid lockdown.

In this modern world where everyone can message anyone, it’s always great to anticipate meeting or speaking to that person without the need for their mobile numbers. The build up of anticipation makes you miss him/her more. I dunno, me and my musings.

I hope you can write more about this kind of stories. ❤️

Sometimes we put up walls not to keep people out but to see who cares enough to knock them down.

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October 4, 2022 (2 months ago)

Try ko Bella  hirap kasi English  tumanda ako ng 3 yrs pag ka sulat ko nyan

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October 2, 2022 (2 months ago)

This left me speechless and crying. Thank you sir for posting this.

For every strength, there is a weakness. You are both

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October 4, 2022 (2 months ago)

Really tragic love story

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October 2, 2022 (2 months ago)

Wow! What a piece.

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October 4, 2022 (2 months ago)


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October 2, 2022 (2 months ago)

Shocks ang sakit

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October 4, 2022 (2 months ago)

Yes  love hurts

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