Euro-jaunt …chapter seventeen

It was a week before Christmas. I’d been back in Newcastle two days, ‘Well looks like depression again this festive season,’ I whined to myself. The Jenaya dream was gone. No fairytale ending for Glover.
Katie was still messaging though. A flicker of a smile would appear on my sad face each time I heard from her. I learnt she was recently separated from her long term boyfriend. No wonder we’d found each other, we were both members of the broken heart club wandering lost, trying to make sense of it all. Like attracts like.
I suggested to her that she should visit other parts of europe as she was undecided about whether, or when, to return to the caribbean. On one of the days she messaged to say she’d took my advice and was going to go over to Ireland and had also booked a cheap flight over to London. She’d be going there exactly one week before Christmas day.
I messaged her, ‘Katie, if you’re going to visit London you know you’re more than welcome to come up and see me in Newcastle for a couple of days.’
She played it cool at first, saying she wasn’t sure if she’d have time. But then after three days in London she bought herself a bus ticket and traveled the six hour journey through the night.
I was happy to see her but she looked a bit sad when she jumped off the bus that morning. More closed off and forlorn. The same way she had been on the street when we first me, ‘Maybe she’s just tired,’ I thought, ‘she’s probably barely slept.’
She remained almost silent as we drove through the city. I pointed out famous landmarks but she just slowly blinked and nodded, not caring to take to much notice. When we reached my place and got inside I cooked us a full English breakfast, “This bacon tastes amazing.” She smiled.
‘Well at least the bacon’s perked her up a bit,’ I thought. I smiled back. Nowhere does bacon like the bacon you get in England. It was a nice little luxury. I generally don’t eat meat. Maybe just once or sometimes twice in a week. I like the animals to much.
I washed the dishes and sat down beside her. Put her hand in mine and leaned over for a kiss. It started off slow and escalated slow. It was hard to tell if she was in the mood. Not that that mattered to my dick, rising up like a soldier on command. We kept kissing. Soon I had that curvy little arse pressed up against me. I sat her on me reverse cowgirl style so I could watch it grinding away.
“Ok, I’m not gonna lie, I’ve missed your dick.” She moaned.
“Thanks. It’s missed your pussy. I think my hands have missed your arse.”
After sex I took her out into the city. Showed her around a bit. I showed her Newcastle’s castle. It wasn’t up to much. Half the thing looks like it was built this century.
She perked up a little when the evening came. Laughing more and making jokes. She had a unique sense of humour. It would often make me smile.
The next day I fucked her in the morning then got up to make breakfast, “Huh, it snowed last night.” I told her, as I looked out of the window. It hadn’t even snowed in Sweden while we were there.
“What!” She shouted from the bed. She jumped up naked and ran across the room to look out. I happily watched her curves as she moved. Her bottom could quite easily be labeled as the eighth wonder of the world.
She’d never seen snow before, “Can we make a snowman and do snow angels!?” She squealed.
“We can do anything you want.” I grinned.
“Ahhh I’m so excited!”
It was the happiest I’d seen her.
We ate dippy eggs for breakfast before getting dressed, wrapping up in hats and gloves and winter coats. I borrowed her a scarf and we headed on out.
“I know a cool place we can visit today,” I told her as I shoved snow off the windscreen, “Its a waterfall with a nice drive to get there.”
“It sounds perfect.” She said, as she crunched her feet against the white stuff for the first time. Looking at it like it was some kind of magical substance from another world.
I drove us to low force waterfall. It was a good hour long drive from Newcastle through rural hills that had even more snow on them. “It’s really beautiful.” She said, as we trundled along.
The old renault made it. As soon as we were parked up I stepped out from the car and started pelting her with snowballs, “Heads up!”
One was a direct hit on the back of her barnet, “You bastard! I’ll get you for that.” She threw them back at me. Much harder than I was throwing. But as we all know, girls can’t throw. I dodged them with ease.
It was hard to tell if it was me or the snow. Something was making her happier. Something was making me happier too.
There was a walk from one waterfall to another. Low force to high force. The difference being one was low and wide, the other high and narrow. It was a five kilometre round trip. We walked it together. With each step her smile was staying on her face more and more, “I like the cold,” she said, “in Trinie it’s just hot ALL of the time. The cold feels refreshing.”
I raised my eyebrows, “I guess so.”
We were both tired after the drive back. But that ass. I would never be to tired to have my hands on it. After we fucked I asked her what time her bus was heading back to London the next day. She surprised me, “I haven’t booked it. I’ll book it tomorrow for the day after that if it’s ok?”
“It’s fine, but wait a minute, where are you going to spend Christmas?”
“At the hostel I was staying at I suppose.”
“You can’t spend Christmas in a hostel by yourself Katie.”
“Well I kinda know one other person. I just happen to be sharing a bunkbed with a guy who’s also from Trinidad and Tobago. He’s a writer and motivational speaker. He’s told me he wants me to work for him. Manage his finances and help promote his book.” She said.
“You think he wants to bang you?” I asked.
“Yeah, he’s already kinda hinted at that too. I’m not interested.”
“Well listen, my family don’t really celebrate Christmas but you should still stay and we can go visit them. My Mum will make a good dinner. It’ll be a lot better than that hostel.”
She thought about it for all of about fifteen seconds, “Ok then,” she beamed, “if you are sure about it.”
“I’m sure.”

We spent the following few days fucking, going on day trips, and fucking some more. I never got enough of that ass. The more I seen it the hornier I got. Just looking at it was like popping a viagra. When we weren’t out of the house or in bed we were teasing each other and playing pranks.
After Christmas with my parents I asked her when she planned to go back to London. She said she still hadn’t decided. She looked sad just at the mention of it. She didn’t want to leave, I could tell. The person I’d met in Stockholm was a shadow of the person she’d become. We were slowly falling in love. Not the sudden infatuation type love that I’d had with Jenaya but a gradual binding together of two confused lost souls.
“Stay for new years.” I told her
“What? Really?”
“Yeah why not, I won’t be going back to work until the fourth. I’d like you to stay.”
So she stayed. Each day just seemed to get better and better. We enjoyed every minute of each others company. Maybe it was because we knew it was fated to end that we embraced the time we had together. Although we both tried to ignore it deep down we knew the time was coming that she’d eventually have to leave. There wasn’t really a choice. She had a deadline on her return ticket to the caribbean and we both knew her life belonged there with the rest of her family and friends but we’d had an amazing time getting to know each other. Two weeks that neither of us would ever forget.

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