How to Ride a Tikbalang Ch. 01

Then she remembered that she wasn't a sex goddess. That she'd chosen that dress because, well, she was slim, with nonexistent hips and only by the grace of her well-rounded ass and breasts could she be considered female. That, and she was too tall to be called petite. And her cropped black hair was almost masculine in its pixie cut...

"Uhm, I'm sorry, gentlemen," Jinx began, her soft voice squeaking with embarassment. "I do hope I didn't spoil your, uh, dance. My lady-friend pushed me at you."

"Did she now?" Cocoy cocked a crow's wing of a brow up, amusement sifting through the irritation he still felt at being interrupted by a careening female. "Are you hurt?"

Kidlat was silent, looking intently over this creature in red splayed against his chest as he held her up by the armpits. He felt that thrum of energy, similar to the power he felt radiating from Cocoy, but vastly different. It was more—female—more earthy, but no less sexy.

"Would you like to sit down? Get something to drink or eat?" Kidlat's questions came out in a rush and he addressed Cocoy as much as the lovely (now where did that thought come from?) creature in his arms.

Cocoy nodded, feeling distracted by the soft, feminine hands still gripping his waist tightly as Jinx found her feet and steadied herself, her hips inadvertently brushing the hard-on he still had from necking with Kidlat.

The trio quit the dance floor, the opening they left filling quickly again with gyrating bodies as the music changed to a faster, more demanding song and some street-dancers replaced the cage-dancing women and pole-dancing dude.

***

"So, tell me more about the manwich to which you referred," Cocoy said after introductions were made and he finally got a good look at the face of the woman who'd shot right between him and Kidlat.

Her hair was so black its highlights were blue, something that contrasted beautifully with the light amber of her eyes and the strong lines of her jaw and brow. Also with the full, deep pink of her bow lips and that deep dimple in her right cheek that peeked out when she pursed those lips as she thought of her answer.

"Well, where do I begin?" Jinx blew her short fringe off her forehead as she tried to put the words together. "I was done with men. I mean, my last boyfriend was a nightmare. A gorgeous, masculine nightmare, but, still, a nightmare. So I came here, since Pepe's Pole is rumored to be a place where a girl can go wild without getting labeled a slut, you know. I wanted a change of pace, perhaps breasts instead of chest, you know?"

Kidlat looked intently at this woman sitting catty-corner between him and Cocoy, nodding at each 'you know' and hoping he looked like he did know (he didn't). He had to concentrate on listening to both of the humans, because, just as each one apparently spewed enough psychic energy to drive his libido crazy, the two of them combined made thinking an almost impossible task.

It was all he could do not to grab them both and try to hump them simultaneously, on the café table, right in front of the road. Now why the fuck is this happening, now that I've finally made peace with liking men, not women? The Old Gods have a sick sense of humor, that's why.

Never in his life had Kidlat found himself drawn to females, unlike his elder brother, Buhawi, or his younger brother, Habagat, who had to be kept in the Other World when he discovered that his tarugo wasn't just for pissing out of and wouldn't stop choking the chicken when he discovered masturbation and girlie magazines at roughly the same time.

"Maybe you just picked losers," Cocoy said, trying to ease Jinx's anxious fidgeting by putting his hands on hers. "I'm sure the right guy for you is there. Don't lose faith." But, as he spoke his platitudes, Cocoy could feel Jinx's body heat and it was doing all sorts of good (BAD!) things to his groin, which was already in a lather thanks to Kidlat.

Okay, I know I swing both ways, but, wow. This borders on greed. Cocoy mentally shook his head as his eyes widened with the realization that he wanted both this woman sitting knock-kneed to his right and the man keeping a stolid silence on his left. Maybe I can... oh, why not?

"Yeah," Kidlat cottoned onto the conversation at last, "Maybe you just chose guys whose parents didn't teach them how to treat women right." Then he put his hand over Cocoy's and Jinx's and his brain got fried again.

"Look, Kidlat, Cocoy, don't take this the wrong way, okay?" Jinx bit her lip as she paused, looking first at Kidlat, then at Cocoy, both of whom were looking at her with increasing intensity that she wasn't quite comfortable feeling. "I found you both so hot, being lost in each other and all. I'm not being a fag-hag, I'm just being honest. But maybe we can talk when I haven't had too many cosmopolitans and you aren't looking at me like I'd make a good midnight snack."

Smackdown. Ouchies. Cocoy blinked back a wince and put the charm on full throttle, with an undies-melting smile, as he forced himself to relax and pull his hand away from the pile on the table so he could reach for the latte he'd ordered. "Hey, let me be just as honest: I find both of you really hot. I want both of you. Now that that's out of the way, can we exchange numbers and set a date?" The latte had gotten cold sometime into their conversation and Cocoy made a face. "Ack. Cold coffee."

Drawing in a deep breath that made his chest expand (quite the delighful sight, really, for one him and one her), Kidlat pulled his hand off Jinx's, as well.

"Yes, I think we need clear heads for what comes after this... thing we've triggered," Kidlat said somberly as he willed his stubborn cockstand down without success. "This is the first time I've found a woman I want like this and I need to wrap my head around it. No offense intended," he turned earnest eyes to Jinx.

"None taken," she responded with a relieved (and very, very appealing) smile, complete with deep dimple action and a touch of teeth on bottom lip. "I've never found myself this hot for two men at the same time, either."

"Okay, that's enough honesty for the evening, hmmm? Let's swap numbers and talk later," Cocoy's tone was brisk, masking the fact he wanted to explore Jinx's succulent mouth with full tongue action, then do the exact same thing to Kidlat, whose mouth he'd already explored and couldn't get enough of.

The three went their separate ways, since they'd all brought vehicles: Kidlat had his Kawasaki Ninja, Cocoy drove a Ford Everest and Jinx's car could have been her namesake if the backfire of the battered old Ford Cortina of indeterminate color (get-away car comes to mind) was anything to go by.

"It's a car," Jinx had said defensively when both men offered to bring her home or get her a cab. "It gets me from point A to point B. I promise you, it is safe."

It isn't that I can't afford a new car, Jinx thought to herself. I just can't be bothered with getting a new car. Besides, this is my dad's car and he loved it just as it was and I love it just as it is.

***

Cocoy made a beeline for the bathroom at his North Syquia apartment just a short drive down from Pepe's Pole. His raging hard-on needed immediate relief and he tried an ice-cold shower. That did not work.

So he took himself in hand and let the fantasy take him as he caressed balls and jerked hard on his tarugo after soaping up, his back and ass tense against the cold tile of his shower stall.

Ah, if only I could have Jinx's sweet lips around my cock. Have her take me down her throat while she sucks and licks at me. If only Kidlat would take over jacking me off while she licks my balls. He'd have one hand on her breast, I'd take hold of the other and she'd be playing with her wet puki, fingering it and her clit while moaning all over my groin. That would be so good. So good.

Kidlat looked down upon the magnificent view of Metro Manila from his lofty perch at the Grammercy Place penthouse and knew that, somewhere in the densely-packed metropolis, two gorgeous, delicious people who may or may not be Other would dream of him pleasuring them. Just as he'd dream of them. Hand on cock, probably.

He sighed and reached into the narra bureau behind the leather sectional sofa and counted the red candles in it. Perhaps he'd have enough to work a bit of magic. First to get answers, then to find his pathway.

Jinx barely made it home to her Pasay City home, well, what used to be the clan ancestral home. The clan was long gone overseas and only she chose to remain Filipino. But home is home and the rococo décor still suited her just fine, thank you very much.

I'm not going to reach the bedroom, she knew that much. So she settled herself on an old plantation chair, splayed her legs over each long, hardwood arm, reclined into the wicker weave and began by caressing her generous bounty of chestiness, looking at herself in the floor to ceiling mirror directly across it and between heavily-curtained windows.

Two hot men feeling each other up on the dance floor just got her engines revved. Now, two hot men kissing her above and below was a fantasy that would blow her mind.

Speaking of blow...

Jinx's fingers sped up under the lace of her underwear and beneath, as she lifted her ass off the seat and set her clitoris on fire with one hand and fucked her dripping pussy from under with three fingers of the other.

She presented an erotic picture with her face set in a rictus of pleasure, her nipples poking up at the ceiling through the Indian cotton of her bandage dress and her body splayed out like an offering on some pagan god's plinth, hips pumping and legs taut as she worked for her orgasm.

When she came, she came thrice, in succession, until she could barely stay conscious enough to shed her shoes and find her bed.

Yes, it would be a long night.