MANILA BITES 4 - MAKING OUT IN CARS WITH BOYS

Warning: Adult content for mature readers only. For those of you wary of too much information (this means YOU, Francis AKA Mahal), skip this.

Driving around the village I grew up in is an adventure in itself these days. Our house was built in the mid-60s and is probably one of the few remaining original structures in the neighborhood. Most of the other homes have been torn down and rebuilt -- stronger, larger, and higher (no doubt to prevent flood water from entering during the rainy season).

The streets seem so much narrower though, no doubt because I've been living in California -- think wide open spaces -- for more than half my life now. But the trees back home have gotten so much bigger and wider through the years, providing even more shade and cover -- the better for secrecy and possibly subterfuge. Even after all these years, I still know where the darkest corners are in my old stomping grounds, no doubt because I and my co-conspirators spent so much time trying to find them.

I was talking to a friend a few days ago, and we were discussing our recurring sexual fantasies. It seems like public spaces is a common denominator, appealing to an exhibitionist streak lurking within each of us perhaps: beaches, inside crowded areas such as clubs, restaurants, and concert venues, on top of rooftops, by large city windows high up in buildings, on semi-deserted street corners, and even in parking lots (hello there S -- have the Santa Monica parking folks distributed copies of your recent escapade captured on their security cameras yet?).

My favorite one is simple: to me there's nothing hotter than making out in cars with boys. I suppose I can't really classify it as a fantasy since it's been a reality so many times in my life -- but the idea never fails to turn me on, so there it is. My husband, however, has never experienced the joys of contorting into unimaginable positions inside an automobile, but I'm determined to turn him into a convert before arthritis makes it an impossibility for either of us.

When I was much younger, my most memorable kisses were furtive ones inside a boy's car. I had my first orgasm while lying on a reclining front leather seat in the driveway of my boyfriend's house, before I even knew the word existed. I've made out inside cars on some corner of almost every street in my village and -- in various states in the US -- in campus hotspots (for instance, the beloved LMU bluff), mall parking lots, drive-in movie theaters (are there any left around here nowadays?), national parks, and even cruising along parkways, highways, and freeways. And it didn't matter if the car was a tiny Beetle or a large Explorer (which I fondly call Explore-Her), there's always a way if you really want to find one. And score extra points for sunroofs (high five to those of you who know why).

One boyfriend was so experienced, he had a procedure down pat, it was almost scary: First, find a dead end because there are fewer cars and people walking around the area. Then park under a shaded spot (i.e. under a large tree preferably) and away from any front gate. If the girl isn't wearing a skirt, she should slip off only one leg of both her pants and undies in case speed dressing is necessary. And always, always bring a full box of tissues. He was so assured I swear he could get a bra to pop open before he even touched it.

All right, I'll admit not all my car-related experiences have been positive. I've already written about falling asleep -- deep into REM state -- during a makeout session inside a Baby Benz. And parked right outside the Cultural Center of the Philippines, I found out a new boyfriend was one of the world's worst kissers (yuck). Luckily, the good has outweighed the bad, so much so that making out in cars is still one of life's most delicious pleasures. With music softly playing in the background, rolling around leather seats on a cold night while steam slowly masks already-darkly-tinted windows -- there's just nothing like it. Trust me on this.

Comments

[Dean]

Haha! let me just bliss out on my own memories...

Except for the one with policeman pounding at the window ;)

[Gigi]

Eeeek -- that happened to me too! But it was LMU campus police -- and I swear, the guy and I were just talking. Really! But 15 minutes later, and who knows what those c**kblockers would have found. :)

[Yey]

I remember LMU -mmmmmmm! USC, too. Oh, and Cal State Long Beach. Then there was that one street in Long Beach when my sister banged on the door and would have caught us in a very uncompromising position if the windows weren't so fogged up. By the way, these were all with the same guy. We actually began our car-romping at the Naval Base in Long Beach where he lost his virginity after my graduation ball. The only time we got caught was at the Air Force (or Naval?) Base in Los Alamitos - turns out that we had ended up parking right in the middle of a tactical training session! If that Mustang could talk...he actually took about 15 years before getting rid of that car - he just couldn't part with the memories. Well, we ended up getting married after dating on and off for ten years, then divorced after six years of marriage - needless to say, the break-up wasn't due to a lack of passion! I wonder what his current wife would say if she knew...

[Yey]

Oh, my... did I really just reveal all of that? Hope he never trips into your blog, Gi!

[Gigi]

Hi Yey -- And who cares if he does? I'm sure reading about the good ol' days would put a smile on his face? But maybe not the same case for the new wife. :)

[hanagirl]

hey, you're chrsitine's friend? we call her mother. she's our artistic director and she's one hell of a dancer!:)

[John]

Gigi, I love this blog entry. I sorta, kinda naughty and fun. Lol.

I just remembered an experience in high school, in the middle of Mendiola, just in front of San Beda, in broad daylight, in untinted car, but surreptitiously covered by my buddies' bodies, with a nice junior kolehiyala from CEU. Nuninuni........

I was called in the office the next morning, because they heard a "rumor of a misdeed" the day before involving me and a shaking Toyota Corolla Hatchback. They even called in a few students (Bistik, included) to stand as witnesses against me, but all claimed to not see anything and they even vouched of my whereabouts and establishing an alibi, all the cover ups without me even asking for it. I vividly remembered high fives all around when we saw each other at the cafeteria an hour later. I just love the Bedan camaraderie.

[Gigi]

Hi Hanagirl! Yes, Christine and I went to school and graduated HS together. I absolutely LOVE her! Just saw her two weeks ago -- incredibly, out-of-this-world super sexy pa rin. Now there's someone that just gets better and better with time (I'm sure you'd agree with me). In fact, if I didn't love her so much it would be so easy to hate her. :)

I also know Rem, btw -- neighbors kami. Of course, he's younger than me; parang I saw him grow up na rin. Galing niya talaga -- and super nice and funny guy to boot.

Hi John - Broad daylight? Untinted car? Your Bedan brothers are definitely stand-up kind of guys. But were they peeking? :)

[Cathy]

Mmmmmm...nothing beats a public nookie!