Chapter 4

After a leisurely stroll, D'Andre and Catalina found themselves in a secluded spot on the university campus, hidden from prying eyes and perfect for an intimate moment between the two of them.

D'Andre's eyebrows lifted in genuine surprise as he took in the surroundings. "Woah! What is this place, babe?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity and excitement.

Catalina grinned, her eyes dancing with mischief. "This, my boy, is our little haven. A place away from the crowded campus, where we can have some privacy and enjoy each other's company without any distractions."

D'Andre's lips curled into a playful smile. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

Catalina chuckled softly, her fingers brushing against his as they walked. "Only for you, D'Andre."

They settled on a stone bench beneath a canopy of trees, their fingers still entwined as they exchanged affectionate glances. The sun dappled through the leaves above, casting playful patterns of light and shadow on their faces.

"So, how's your summer been so far?" D'Andre asked, his gaze locked onto Catalina's eyes, eager to hear about her experiences.

Catalina leaned back against the bench, her expression thoughtful. "It's been good, you know. Spent some quality time with my family, went to a few parties with friends. But honestly, I've missed having you around."

D'Andre's heart warmed at her words. He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I've missed you too, Cat."

Their fingers traced patterns on each other's hands, a silent language that spoke volumes of their connection.

Catalina's lips curved into a mischievous smile. "So, tell me about your summer retreat. I've heard rumors that you disappeared to some tropical paradise."

D'Andre chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "Yeah, I did. Went to El Nido, actually. It's this amazing place with stunning beaches and clear blue waters. Met some interesting people too."

Catalina's playful grin turned into a mock pout. "Interesting people, huh? Should I be worried?"

D'Andre laughed, shaking his head. "Nah, nothing like that. Just made some friends and enjoyed the beauty of nature."

Catalina nudged him with her shoulder. "Well, I hope I'm still your favorite interesting person."

D'Andre's smile softened, and he leaned closer to her. "You know you are, Cat."

They shared a lingering gaze, a silent affirmation of their feelings for each other.

"You're different from anyone I've ever met," Catalina said softly, breaking the gaze and looking out at the tranquil surroundings. "You have this way of making everything feel... special."

D'Andre's heart skipped a beat, and he reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers once again. "You make me feel the same way, Cat. Being with you, it's like every moment becomes a memory I want to hold onto forever."

Catalina turned back to him, her eyes shining with emotion. "D'Andre, I know we come from different worlds, but I've never felt more connected to someone. I love how you challenge me to step out of my comfort zone."

D'Andre's voice was a tender whisper. "And I love how you make me see things from a different perspective. You're my anchor, Cat."

They leaned in, their lips meeting in a soft and sweet kiss, a testament to the depth of their emotions. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own universe.

As they pulled away, their foreheads touched, and their breaths mingled. Catalina's voice was barely more than a whisper. "I'm glad I found you, D'Andre."

D'Andre's thumb caressed her cheek, his voice carrying a promise. "And I'm never letting you go, Cat."

In that hidden corner of the university campus, amidst the rustling leaves and the gentle breeze, D'Andre and Catalina shared a moment of genuine connection. Their hearts, entwined by the threads of fate, beat in rhythm to the melody of their own love story.

But that kiss led to something else.

"D'Andre, this is not the place for—" Catalina began to say, but her words turned into a soft moan.

Their lips met again, this time with a hint of urgency. The world around them seemed to fade away as their connection deepened. D'Andre's hand gently cupped Catalina's cheek, his touch sending shivers down her spine. His fingers trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Catalina's fingers found their way to his hair, her nails grazing his scalp as a quiet sigh escaped her lips. Their bodies moved closer, the heat between them building with every stolen moment.

"D'Andre," Catalina breathed against his lips, her voice a mixture of desire and longing.

He responded with a hungry kiss, his hands tracing the curves of her body through her clothes. D’Andre’s one hand is roaming under her skirt, caressing her legs and now finding a way to insert his finger inside Catalina’s hole now that he almost ripped off her panty. Their hearts beat in sync, the rhythm of their passion echoing in the stillness of the secluded spot.

As their kisses deepened, Catalina's fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt, revealing the strong contours of his chest. Her touch ignited a fire within him, and his hands roamed over her back, pulling her closer, their bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces. Her boobs behind her bra are screaming like it craves for freedom and touch. D’Andre freed them and let his hands manage them.

The sounds of their quiet moans and the rustling leaves around them created a symphony of desire. Every touch, every kiss, was a testament to the unspoken connection they shared.

Catalina's breath was ragged as she pulled away slightly, her eyes meeting D'Andre's with a mixture of vulnerability and yearning. "D'Andre, I want you inside me..."

He nodded, his own breath uneven. "You sure, it’s just us here?"

Catalina pulled her skirt up and her ripped panty was now on the ground. D’Andre’s prick is making its way inside her. It didn’t take ages when D’Andre’s manhood was enjoying Catalina’s wet hole inside and out. Every movement inside is equivalent to a seductive moan full of pleasures and desires. Their foreheads rested against each other as they caught their breath, their fingers still intertwined.

Catalina smiled, her cheeks flushed teasingly. "I appreciate that, your banger is still on fire. This will be special."

D'Andre brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his eyes soft and full of affection. "You're special, pussy-Cat. Every moment with you is special."

They shared a lingering kiss, this one gentle and filled with a promise of something beautiful to come. 

On the other side of the story, in the picturesque realm of El Nido, Taylor's heart raced as he scrolled through his I*******m feed. There it was, a post from Carlos, a friend of D'Andre's, welcoming him back and mentioning that he was in El Nido. Taylor's curiosity ignited like a flame, and he delved into researching the place.

"El Nido," he muttered to himself, his fingers dancing over the keyboard as he typed in search queries. He was determined to find out more, to uncover the traces of his ex-lover's journey.

Days turned into nights as Taylor dug deeper, reading about El Nido's beauty and charm. He envisioned D'Andre's presence there, the thought tugging at his heart. With determination burning in his eyes, he made up his mind to visit the place himself.

Arriving in El Nido, the air was thick with anticipation. Taylor carried a picture of D'Andre, a visual beacon to guide his inquiries. He approached locals, showing them the photo, asking if they had seen this man.

"Excuse me," he spoke to an elderly woman manning a small souvenir shop, "have you seen this person around?"

The woman studied the picture, her eyes squinting in concentration. "Hmm, I think I've seen him before. He was here not too long ago."

Taylor's heart raced at the prospect of being close to the man he still loved. He pressed on, visiting cafes, talking to fishermen, and piecing together a trail of D'Andre's journey through El Nido.

One day, as the sun cast its golden glow over the horizon, Taylor's quest led him to a quiet stretch of beach. He looked around, his gaze scanning for any sign of D'Andre. But then, among the footprints in the sand, he saw her—Maiari.

His heart skipped a beat as he approached her, a mixture of surprise and hope in his eyes. "Excuse me, miss," he started tentatively, "I'm looking for someone, and I have reason to believe he might have been here recently."

Maiari turned to him, her gaze curious but guarded. "And who might that be?"

Taylor's voice trembled slightly as he held up the picture. "His name is D'Andre. Have you seen him?"

Maiari's eyes lingered on the photo, her expression unreadable. "Yes, I know him."

A surge of relief washed over Taylor, but he masked it behind a polite smile. "Could you tell me where he is?"

Maiari's lips curved into a bittersweet smile, her gaze distant. "I'm afraid you just missed him. He was here not too long ago."

Taylor's heart sank, disappointment flooding him. "Oh, I see. Did he say where he was going?"

Maiari shook her head, her eyes meeting his with a hint of sympathy. "I'm sorry, he didn't mention his plans."

As Taylor's hopes wavered, he couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. "Do you know when he'll be back?"

Maiari hesitated, her eyes softening. "I'm not sure. But if your paths are meant to cross again, I believe they will."

Their conversation hung in the air like an unspoken promise. Taylor's heart was heavy with unshared feelings, the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future.

As Taylor turned to leave, Maiari's heart raced with a mixture of emotions. She knew she couldn't let him go without at least attempting to bridge the gap of their shared history.

"Wait," she called out softly, her voice carrying on the breeze. Taylor turned back, his gaze curious.

Maiari took a deep breath, gathering her courage as she stepped closer to him. "Before you go, there's something I want to tell you." Her eyes met his, holding a blend of sincerity and vulnerability.

Taylor's brows furrowed slightly, his intrigue evident. "What is it?"

Maiari hesitated, her fingers brushing over the edge of the photograph that Taylor held. "That man in the picture, D'Andre… He was here, in El Nido."

Taylor's eyes widened in surprise. "You know him?"

Maiari nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, I do. But before I share more, I'd like to know—what is your relationship with him?"

Taylor's expression flickered with a mix of emotions—confusion, hesitation, and a touch of sadness. He looked at the photo in his hand, a brief glimpse into a shared past that still held a place in his heart.

"He was… he is," Taylor began, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy, "someone I used to love."

Maiari's heart ached at the sincerity in Taylor's words. She could feel the weight of his emotions, the echoes of a love that had once burned brightly.

"He was my boyfriend," Taylor continued, his gaze distant as he recalled their shared moments. "We had something special, or at least I thought we did."

Maiari listened intently, her heart going out to Taylor. She sensed the complexity of their history, the untold stories that lingered beneath the surface.

"Then, he left," Taylor concluded, his eyes meeting Maiari's with a mixture of pain and resignation. "Without any explanation, without a word. And now… I don't even know why he's here or what he's doing."

Maiari's gaze softened, her empathy shining through. "Taylor, I think you deserve to know the truth. D'Andre was here, and we did spend time together."

Taylor's eyes widened in surprise, his emotions a whirlwind. "Here? In El Nido? With you?"

Maiari nodded, her voice gentle. "Yes. We met during the summer…”