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Tina Ch. 03: Sex, Actually

We found a hotel, aptly named the Dionysos. Everything was white and it smelt of some probably-forbidden-in-Sweden detergent. I don't know if Dionysos would have been altogether enthusiastic about that antiseptic approach, but we found it a vast improvement on the grimy cabbage of yesterday. The joy/dread thing had now filled me completely and I could feel it oozing out of me through every pore. The fear smelt much like that detergent, so I had hopes it would go unnoticed. The joy, smelling sort of like fresh bread, I hoped she'd notice.

The Hotel room looked...well, like a hotel room but whiter. Since anything better than squalor was luxurious to me I thought it looked very nice. Tina didn't waste time looking at the room; "Orgy time!" she yelled and tackled me. Suddenly she was everywhere. She was kissing me, undressing herself, undressing me, squeezing my dick and tickling me at the same time. I was mostly on my back, patting her, kissing whatever part of her was accessible. I was nervous, of course, but it seemed that Tina was more than willing to take the lead which was a relief. But I worried about the dreaded twin monsters facing the neophyte lover - the Scylla of not getting it up and the Charybdis of premature ejaculation.

Scylla didn't have a chance when Tina got going. She felt amazing. Was amazing. She looked proud of her handiwork, looking at my now completely un-scyllied dick. She expertly rolled on the condom. Ok, time for some anti-charybdic measures. I had read that the thing to do was to think of unsexy things. I vainly tried to think of stamp collections, dirty socks, Gary Glitter, hitchhiking in Yugoslavia, but it didn't work very well. Tina was there and all I could think of was her and she was the most un-unsexy thing in the world. She had some adorable freckles on her left tit. I loved them forever.

Just when Tina was about to take my virginity she stopped. She stopped, lay down beside me, hugged me python style and started to cry. Shit! So close!

"I can't do it!" She sobbed." Not with you!" Shit again. Confirmed once more that I am totally not fuckable. But my niceguy autopilot turned itself on. "What's wrong, sugarpig?" I said, hugging her back. Not python style, though. More like very secretly pissed teddybear.

"It was easy with all those other guys" (just fucking brilliant) "Sex was just fun. With you it gets...complicated." (ok, here it comes; I love you but not like that it's not you it's me you're a great guy and let's be friends forever) "I really love you. I feel too much!" Silence. I was thinking what I was thinking and making small comforting sounds. At both of us I guess. More silence. Then: "I was raped you see."

In my pre-Tina days I had two dominant themes to my sexual fantasies. There were the ones about sexually confident women who took the initiative and seduced me, thus saving me from the risk of rejection. The second theme had me as the strong one and a girl in need of someone like me - kind, secure and not at all like those bastards or immature jerks she'd been with before. Tina had now managed to fulfill both dreams at once, in spite of them being sort of opposites.

What was wrong with the situation according to fantasy B was that I was supposed to be calm, experienced and in control. I certainly was none of the above but, hey, Tina needed me to at least give it a shot. Fake it until you make it, I thought. "Shit, I'm sorry." I said, hugging away.

"I'm sorry too," Tina sobbed. "I wanted it to be fantastic for you. Sex isn't usually a big deal, just simple fun. And now I fuck up the fucking and you must be real mad. And then I tell you about the rape. Do you think I'm disgusting now?"

"Of course not. You are the sweetest candy-puff darlinggirl in the world and there's nowhere I'd rather be than here with you."

"But I feel so...dirty in a bad way."

"If a seagull shits on your head you are not that shit."

"Guess not. But I worry about this little dear. He has grown all softish again and it's my fault."

"I'm afraid calling him a little dear is not the best way to revive him. It makes him feel small and...small."

"Come on, you don't have to worry about size mister. Surely you know that?" No, I didn't know that. This was a very interesting line of conversation that I was sure I would want to come back to. But not now.

"This rape thing. Do you want to talk about it?" She hugged me even harder.

"No. I never want to talk about that. I probably will, though. But not yet. Let's talk about this big dear instead and his degree of stiffness."

"The subject certainly is of interest to me and I know that he is eager to receive such a degree. I'm sure that stiffication will occur with a modicum of attention." I was much less nervous now. To a great extent, I'm sure, because Tina needed me to be reasonably relaxed.

Tina removed the condom and took my dick in a firm grip. "Has he got a name?"

"Not really. Could you give him one?"

"I could. But if I name him I own him!"

"Joint custody?"

"All right. His name is...Polyphemos."

"A one eyed giant. I like it, miss librarian. A little boastful, perhaps."

"Yep. I want to boast about this giant, now that he is mine." She was doing nice things. Polyphemos woke up and stood to attention.

"Mmm, I like that."

"Me too, I'm glad I at least can do this for you." It seemed that actual screwing was out for now, but I was getting a handjob from the girl of my dreams. I was happyhappy. Polyphemos was happy too, so happy he cried for joy, big sticky tears through his one eye and yeah, I know the analogy is rather labored but I like it. My breath was labored and I liked that too. Tina seemed happy too, though she didn't want me to try to get her off.

"Just snuggle," she said. "Snuggling is what I need." I was happy to snuggle. I had teddybearing down pat and she was an adorable snugglebunny. We kissed and nibbled and fell asleep and woke up and life was great. I dreamt wonderful dreams that night, but they were not as wonderful as being awake.

A Dionysian breakfast later we were walking/flying towards the craphotel to meet Regina x 2. A fat man in neon outfit ran past us at a good clip.

"That guy has to be German," Tina said.

"He is also fast and bulbous."

"That's right, The Mascara Snake," she miraculously answered. I stopped, shaking my head.

"How can you be so perfect?" I asked. "All that beauty, sweetness and brains. And you're a music nerd too?"

"OK," she said. "Who's the drummer of Three Dog Night?"

"No idea."

"Me neither. Never listened to them. They got a neat band name, though. Old trappers kept warm by bringing a dog or two when they slept. A three dog night was really cold."

"Perfect indeed. A hot nerd librarian crazygirl. Who could ask for more?"

"Of course I'm perfect," she said and farted loudly. "WE are perfect."

And we were.We found a hotel, aptly named the Dionysos. Everything was white and it smelt of some probably-forbidden-in-Sweden detergent. I don't know if Dionysos would have been altogether enthusiastic about that antiseptic approach, but we found it a vast improvement on the grimy cabbage of yesterday. The joy/dread thing had now filled me completely and I could feel it oozing out of me through every pore. The fear smelt much like that detergent, so I had hopes it would go unnoticed. The joy, smelling sort of like fresh bread, I hoped she'd notice.

The Hotel room looked...well, like a hotel room but whiter. Since anything better than squalor was luxurious to me I thought it looked very nice. Tina didn't waste time looking at the room; "Orgy time!" she yelled and tackled me. Suddenly she was everywhere. She was kissing me, undressing herself, undressing me, squeezing my dick and tickling me at the same time. I was mostly on my back, patting her, kissing whatever part of her was accessible. I was nervous, of course, but it seemed that Tina was more than willing to take the lead which was a relief. But I worried about the dreaded twin monsters facing the neophyte lover - the Scylla of not getting it up and the Charybdis of premature ejaculation.

Scylla didn't have a chance when Tina got going. She felt amazing. Was amazing. She looked proud of her handiwork, looking at my now completely un-scyllied dick. She expertly rolled on the condom. Ok, time for some anti-charybdic measures. I had read that the thing to do was to think of unsexy things. I vainly tried to think of stamp collections, dirty socks, Gary Glitter, hitchhiking in Yugoslavia, but it didn't work very well. Tina was there and all I could think of was her and she was the most un-unsexy thing in the world. She had some adorable freckles on her left tit. I loved them forever.

Just when Tina was about to take my virginity she stopped. She stopped, lay down beside me, hugged me python style and started to cry. Shit! So close!

"I can't do it!" She sobbed." Not with you!" Shit again. Confirmed once more that I am totally not fuckable. But my niceguy autopilot turned itself on. "What's wrong, sugarpig?" I said, hugging her back. Not python style, though. More like very secretly pissed teddybear.

"It was easy with all those other guys" (just fucking brilliant) "Sex was just fun. With you it gets...complicated." (ok, here it comes; I love you but not like that it's not you it's me you're a great guy and let's be friends forever) "I really love you. I feel too much!" Silence. I was thinking what I was thinking and making small comforting sounds. At both of us I guess. More silence. Then: "I was raped you see."

In my pre-Tina days I had two dominant themes to my sexual fantasies. There were the ones about sexually confident women who took the initiative and seduced me, thus saving me from the risk of rejection. The second theme had me as the strong one and a girl in need of someone like me - kind, secure and not at all like those bastards or immature jerks she'd been with before. Tina had now managed to fulfill both dreams at once, in spite of them being sort of opposites.

What was wrong with the situation according to fantasy B was that I was supposed to be calm, experienced and in control. I certainly was none of the above but, hey, Tina needed me to at least give it a shot. Fake it until you make it, I thought. "Shit, I'm sorry." I said, hugging away.

"I'm sorry too," Tina sobbed. "I wanted it to be fantastic for you. Sex isn't usually a big deal, just simple fun. And now I fuck up the fucking and you must be real mad. And then I tell you about the rape. Do you think I'm disgusting now?"

"Of course not. You are the sweetest candy-puff darlinggirl in the world and there's nowhere I'd rather be than here with you."

"But I feel so...dirty in a bad way."

"If a seagull shits on your head you are not that shit."

"Guess not. But I worry about this little dear. He has grown all softish again and it's my fault."

"I'm afraid calling him a little dear is not the best way to revive him. It makes him feel small and...small."

"Come on, you don't have to worry about size mister. Surely you know that?" No, I didn't know that. This was a very interesting line of conversation that I was sure I would want to come back to. But not now.

"This rape thing. Do you want to talk about it?" She hugged me even harder.

"No. I never want to talk about that. I probably will, though. But not yet. Let's talk about this big dear instead and his degree of stiffness."

"The subject certainly is of interest to me and I know that he is eager to receive such a degree. I'm sure that stiffication will occur with a modicum of attention." I was much less nervous now. To a great extent, I'm sure, because Tina needed me to be reasonably relaxed.

Tina removed the condom and took my dick in a firm grip. "Has he got a name?"

"Not really. Could you give him one?"

"I could. But if I name him I own him!"

"Joint custody?"

"All right. His name is...Polyphemos."

"A one eyed giant. I like it, miss librarian. A little boastful, perhaps."

"Yep. I want to boast about this giant, now that he is mine." She was doing nice things. Polyphemos woke up and stood to attention.

"Mmm, I like that."

"Me too, I'm glad I at least can do this for you." It seemed that actual screwing was out for now, but I was getting a handjob from the girl of my dreams. I was happyhappy. Polyphemos was happy too, so happy he cried for joy, big sticky tears through his one eye and yeah, I know the analogy is rather labored but I like it. My breath was labored and I liked that too. Tina seemed happy too, though she didn't want me to try to get her off.

"Just snuggle," she said. "Snuggling is what I need." I was happy to snuggle. I had teddybearing down pat and she was an adorable snugglebunny. We kissed and nibbled and fell asleep and woke up and life was great. I dreamt wonderful dreams that night, but they were not as wonderful as being awake.

A Dionysian breakfast later we were walking/flying towards the craphotel to meet Regina x 2. A fat man in neon outfit ran past us at a good clip.

"That guy has to be German," Tina said.

"He is also fast and bulbous."

"That's right, The Mascara Snake," she miraculously answered. I stopped, shaking my head.

"How can you be so perfect?" I asked. "All that beauty, sweetness and brains. And you're a music nerd too?"

"OK," she said. "Who's the drummer of Three Dog Night?"

"No idea."

"Me neither. Never listened to them. They got a neat band name, though. Old trappers kept warm by bringing a dog or two when they slept. A three dog night was really cold."

"Perfect indeed. A hot nerd librarian crazygirl. Who could ask for more?"

"Of course I'm perfect," she said and farted loudly. "WE are perfect."

And we were.

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Apr 17, 2018 in romance

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