In minutes we had arrived at Baloy
Beach and found the party going strong. Hand
in hand Maria and I went towards the music that blasted out of the covered
picnic area. We worked our way
inside and found that though the party was going full tilt, few people had
coupled up. A good sized group of
girls dressed in everything from bikini’s to their Sunday best crowded the
stage where the band played with thunderous volume.
A large group of sailors, Beachmasters and the attached Marines encircled
the numerous washtubs filled with ice and beer.
Neither group having any interest in the other at the moment.
Maria tugged on my hand and as I
looked down at her, started talking but with the volume of the band, I could
hear nothing. I leaned down and hollered to Maria that I couldn’t hear her. She grinned, pointed to the beer and touched my chest then
pointed to the girls and tapped hers. I
nodded okay and headed for the beer. In
a few minutes I was back with 2 beers and a can of soda.
I could barely see Maria because several girls including to my chagrin,
Ailee, surrounded her. I sauntered over to the girls and in a loud voice hollered
out,
“Where’s
my date?”
Maria
heard me and blushed beet red but her eyes filled with pride at being called my
date. Ailee turned and saw me and
squealed,
“Aiiieee
now Ailee know why you no bring her to party, you want cherry girl!”
Maria
blushed even redder. I boldly
reached out and took Maria’s hand and pulled her to me saying loud enough for
the rest of the girls to hear,
“Maria
my sexy young girlfriend, let’s go see what’s going on down on the beach.”
I
held out the soda to her but she avoided it and grabbed one of the beers. I was surprised but covered it by thrusting the soda against
Ailee’s haltered breasts saying,
“Cool
off Ailee.” as she screeched from the cold.
Maria giggled and turned up the beer and chugged the entire bottle. As the bottle came down a loud belch came up.
Maria clapped her hands over her mouth and blushed again.
I reached out and took her hand and led her outside and down to the
beach. As we got far enough away from the noise of the pavilion I
asked what was the idea of drinking the beer.
“Paul,
I drink beer all time. Momma know.
I don’t get drunk, she no get mad. I
get drunk she make butt very sore. Today
I get drunk and she not know. We
not going home tonight.”
What
do you mean you’re not going home tonight Maria?”
“Not
I Paul, we.” She smiled shyly.
“Maria
I think you better explain yourself to me.”
“Look
Paul, they starting volleyball, we go play too.”
She
let go of my hand and ran down the sand to the volleyball game, pointedly
ignoring my question.
We played volleyball for about an
hour, no one kept score, we were all just having fun.
I finally gave up and stumbled over to a covered picnic table and sat
down to catch my breath. In a very
few minutes, Maria left the court and came over to me and jumped onto my lap,
hugged me, and said she would go get some beer.
I gave her a quick hug back and was about to kiss her forehead when she
tipped her head back bringing her lips to mine.
What started out as an innocent kiss quickly changed to passion as her
tongue slipped from between her lips and invaded my mouth. Something in my head snapped and I was no longer thinking of
her as a child but as a young woman. I
returned her kiss with as much passion as she gave. Her arms went around my neck and mine went around her waist
as we began to get into the kiss. Maria
moaned softly in her throat as I drove my tongue deep into her mouth and slid my
hands down to cup her small buttocks. Maria’s
arms tightened around my neck and her legs opened wide as she wrapped her ankles
around my waist and began to rub her crotch against my growing erection.
Maria finally pulled her head back and sucked in a gasping breath saying,
“Oh
Paul you kiss me nice, make me all wet. It
not time for that yet so I go get more beer now.”
“Okay
Maria, I’m gonna go pee and check on the food.
I’ll meet you back here in 15 minutes.”
As
I stood up, Maria slid down my body and took off running towards the pavilion
and I headed for the outhouse. When
I finished, I wandered over to the grills and found that all was ready. I grabbed two plates and filled them and headed back to the
table. Maria and I met about half
way there. She was carrying a
plastic pail filled with beer and ice. I handed her a plate and took the pail
and carried it the rest of the way to the table.
I set the pail and my plate on the
table and sat, as did Maria. She
grabbed a beer and set the cap on the edge of the table and slapped her hand
down on it popping the top like a pro. I
watched in amazement as she downed first one beer then a second brew.
She opened her third and set it on the table and began to eat.
I just shook my head and dug in to the eclectic array of food. Pancit,
lumpia, pork and chicken adobo, hotdogs, steaks, chicken, ribs and burgers.
By the time we had finished eating, Maria had refilled the pail with ice
and beer and we had drunk it all. I
could see that Maria was pretty drunk and I was feeling no pain myself.
We sat in silence, next to each
other; watching the clouds painted purple by the setting sun, give way to the
sparkling stars of a moonless night as darkness draped itself across the Bataan
Peninsula clothing details in darkness. As
we sat in silence, I contemplated the events to come.
I knew that both Maria and her mother expected me to take her virginity
and make her a woman that evening. I
had never before had any desire for a girl so young and I found myself filled
with self-loathing at the desire I now felt.
Maria stood up and took my hand saying,
“Let’s
walk down the beach Paul.” and tugged me to my feet.
As we moved away from the lights and
noise of the party, we angled down towards the water’s edge.
Craggy coral heads reared upwards from the ocean’s glassy surface,
silent sentinels that were mute evidence of the volcanic uplifting of the
island.
“Wait
a second Paul.”
Maria
stooped down and removed her sandals then stood and handed them to me.
“I
want to feel the water and wet sand on my feet.”
“Then
you wait while I remove mine too.” I replied.
Shortly,
we moved on, her sandals buckled together over one shoulder and my shoes stuffed
with my socks tied by their laces over the other.
We walked in that transitional zone
between high and low tide, the small gentle wavelets shifting the sand under our
toes as we moved further and further from the lights and noise.
I looked back over my shoulder when I realized I could no longer hear the
music. I was surprised to see we
were closed to half a mile from the party.
As I thought about it, it dawned on me that we were close to the bar but
about 500 meters seaward.
“How
much further are we going to walk Maria?”
“Not far.”
She
pointed ahead to what appeared to be a covered picnic area.
“Just
there.” She said.
As we got closer, I began to make out
some of the details of the structure. A
round table under a thatched roof held up by stacked stone columns. The curved benches like the table were made from poured
aggregate. To the right jutting
into the water were worn volcanic boulders, the ancient remains of a prehistoric
lava flow. To the left was a small
bungalow built of stacked stone to match the columns of the table shelter.
We angled up to the table and benches, as we got nearer.
Maria let go of my hand and climbed on one of the benches and turned
around. I stepped close to the bench and found Maria’s head was now
almost level with mine.
Maria’s arms snaked around my neck
as she pulled me closer and whispered,
“Kiss
me Paul.”
I
melted into the girl’s embrace, no longer caring about morality or legality
and floated on the passions this child/woman evoked in me.
Our tongues danced in timeless harmony to love’s ancient rhythms.
Passion built quickly in both of us.
Maria’s small nipples hardened and lifted from her pubescent breasts
buds, digging like pebbles into my chest. My
hands started stroking her back and buttocks, dropping lower with each pass
until my hands dropped below the hemline of her short denim skirt.
As my hands rose up the backs of her thighs, I pushed her skirt upwards
to the swelling of her butt and beyond as my fingers caressed her cheeks through
the silky nylon of her panties. Maria
moaned into my mouth then with great reluctance, pulled her face back from mine
breaking off our passionate kiss.
“Paul,
I have confession to make.”
“What
ever it is sweetie, it isn’t important.”
“It
is important. Paul, you listen
please.”
I
raised my hands and slipped my fingers into the waistband of her panties then
eased them down until they bunched beneath her buttocks leaving her cheeks
cupped in my hands. Maria bit her
lip to stifle a moan as I trailed my index finger up and down her butt crack.
“Oh
Paul,” she gasped out. “Mmmm
that feel so nice.”
She
pressed her hips back against my hand.
“Paul,
listen. I not cherry girl like
momma think.”
Her
words were like a bucket of ice water in the face. I was suddenly very attentive
to what she was saying.
“Maria,
explain please.”
“I
not lie Paul, but momma not know.”
“Did
one of the sailors that come to the bar do it to you Maria?”
“No
Paul, I do to me with fingers. I was touching myself and it feel so good. I put
one finger in and it feel very good. Three
fingers feel even better. I get very wet, very excited. Moved hand very fast,
very deep. Cherry gone now.”
Maria
started to sniffle on the verge of tears.
“Maria
my precious Maria, its not important. Matter of fact it will be that much better
for you, little or no pain and lots of pleasure.”
“You
not angry Paul?”
“No
silly, I’m not angry, I’m happy it’s done.
I didn’t want your first time to hurt.”
Oh
Paul, thank you”
Maria
began to cover my face with kisses. My
hands lowered and pushed her panties down until they puddled at her ankles.
“Paul,
I want to go in the water. Come, we
swim.”