Euro-jaunt …chapter sixteen

I made my way to meet Sam. I had a plethora of Christmas presents with me, mainly for Jenaya. Nothing particularly expensive, just fun gifts. Things we’d spoken about, her favourite movie, her favourite chocolate, some black lacy lingerie I’d bought for her in Zagreb.
Sam was going to let me stay at his place. Not top and tail, we were to old for that. He’d have his bed to himself in the small apartment, I’d have a spare camp bed on the floor next to him.
I got there on the evening. The plans for meeting Jenaya were not until the following day. That evening we sat around telling jokes and badmouthing the weird type pick-up guys we’d been coming across. We did impressions and got silly drunk on vodka and tequila he’d brought back from Tallinn. It was a fun night.
“I gotta tell you this bro, you know you’re more than welcome to fuck her again on my bed but watch you don’t let your heart get to involved with this girl. Remember, she’s only eighteen. She still has her whole life ahead of her.”
“I’m trying, but, you know, it’s not easy, I guess Krausers right, I’m smitten.”
“Krauser,” he laughed, “still can’t believe you ended up getting to know that guy.”
“What do you mean?”
“Bro, he’s like the godfather of daygame.”
“It’s funny you think so highly of him,” I smiled, “I suppose you haven’t seen him in his monster feet slippers and dragon ball-z t-shirt.”
“What?”
“Nevermind. Let’s get some sleep. I need to feel as refreshed as possible for tomorrow.”
That night I got awoken by something. I heard mumbling coming from Sam’s bed. It was a strange sound as though he was whispering to somebody. At first I thought it was to me. When I looked over his lips were moving but his eyes were closed. He was speaking some kind of jibberish. Suddenly he sat bolt upright and spoke louder. I still couldn’t decipher it. I laughed watching him until he lay back down and the mumbling slowly disappeared then I went back to sleep.
When morning came I asked him about his sleep talking.
“What language was it?” He asked.
“Well it definitely wasn’t Swedish. It was just weird noises.”
“What kind of noises bro? Do an impression! Do an impression!”
I did an impression.

He started laughing loudly, “Bro that’s farsi I was speaking Persian,” he kept laughing, “if you heard it right it sounds like I said, “I’ll buy the pig and the girl. How much for the girl?” He was laughing so much, “That was funny. Ok bro, shit shower and shave then lets go to the city. You can’t wear your leather jacket though man, it’s like minus ten degrees outside. Let me find you a good winter coat to borrow.”

We reached the city and walked around the main streets. “Man it’s so cold. My balls are gonna drop off.”
“Aren’t you used to it?” I asked.
“Yeah, well, kinda, but during summer you kinda forget how cold it gets here in winter.”
We went to a canteen to have lunch and warm up. It pained me to see the price of everything compared with places like Prague or Zagreb. The restaurant meals in Stockholm were four times the price. ‘If I was to start a new life here with Jenaya I’d maybe need another income stream.’ I thought to myself.
Only one hour to go before I’d meet her. I was getting a little nervous. Sam could see it.
“Remember bro, like I said, just be cool.”
I smiled in return.
Forty five minutes later I left the canteen with Sam’s apartment key in hand. The plan was to meet her at Solna metro station. It was to cold to go anywhere. We’d just stay inside and listen to music again and fuck.
I had some strange thoughts while I stood there waiting for her to show. Imagining she wouldn’t turn up, or imagining she would show up with some other guy and say, “Sorry Jack, this is my new boyfriend.” Why did the mind sometimes insist on thinking the worst.
None of those things happened. She appeared on the escalator and smiled widely when she seen me. As soon as she was through the barrier we hugged and kissed. It was great to have her in my arms again.
As soon as we got inside I started removing her clothes. She kissed me and submissively let it happen but I could sense some kind of resistance. I hadn’t even got as far as her underwear when she took a step back.
“Jack, wait,” she said, “You know I like you, and this has all been great, getting to know you, spending time with you, but I’m not sure it’s what I want.”
The words sent shockwaves through my body but I remained completely relaxed. Or at least, I tried my best to. Each syllable felt like a crushing blow to the stomach. When I opened my mouth to speak I attempted to be as nonchalant as possible, “You know I’m not pushing for anything serious Jenaya. I’m not even here the whole time so if you are feeling smothered in any way I’m not sure why?” It was my best guess as to what she was thinking.
“Jack I don’t feel smothered. I just don’t want you to get any ideas about where this is going. I’m starting University in a different city soon. I just want to be clear about things.”
Perhaps it was a shit test. A masculinity test to see what I would do, how I would react. I needed to stay calm. Make sure to not lose my cool.
“Yeah, I know, let’s just go with the flow and not plan.” I told her.
It was good enough. She let her guard down a little and we fucked on Sam’s bed while a framed picture of his family looked down on us. I caught her looking at it a few times. Maybe she liked the idea of being watched. Afterwards I rolled off and she lay staring at the picture. I shimmied up behind her, “I’ll get him to make you a copy if you like. You’ll probably have to get it framed yourself though.” I laughed.
She tilted her head to the side, looked at me and smiled before giving me a gentle kick with her heel into my shin. Then she carried on staring at a different spot on the wall.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked.
“Nothing. I’ll not be able to stay long by the way. I told my brother I’d help him with his homework.”
“Ok. No probs.”
I was hoping for round two before she left but it didn’t happen. When I hugged her goodbye at the metro station she seemed to give me a strange look. Like a stare that she didn’t intend to give. It wasn’t long before I knew why. Ten minutes later I got a message from her, ‘Let’s not meet again Jack. I had a great time with you but I think it’s for the best.’
I kicked a nearby post in frustration even though I was almost expecting it. I’d treated her like some kind of celebrity and return she’d responded like I was nothing more than a fan. There was nothing I could do but reply saying ‘No worries.’
When Sam returned home that evening I filled him in on what had happened and been said.
“Bro I hate to say it but I had a feeling it was gonna happen. You were way more invested in her than she was of you, from what you had told me.”
“Yeah, I know, you’re right. I just thought she felt the same.”
“Give her some space, maybe she’ll come around,” he smiled, “on a lighter note my buddy Nick is coming over for drinks tonight. That’ll help take your mind of it.”
Nick was also Iranian. A handsome guy who was creating a bit of a reputation as being a man around town. He knew about the pick-up community but focused on meeting girls through social circle. ‘All the chances he could be passing up on by not going for girls during the day,’ I thought to myself.
Nick was a showman. He had flair and charm. I guess he was doing ok using his own method. We drank shots and had fun and for the briefest time Jenaya was a distant memory.
What goes up must come down. Depressed and hung over the next day we went to the cinema. Sam talked to a few girls along the way while I hung back and slumped against the wall waiting patiently.
“Bro that girl was so into me. Did you see her ass. I wanted to say to her, ‘Turn around, show me dat ass.’ Anyway I got her number. Let’s see if I can find some pictures of her online.” Sam seemed to posses some technical wizardy when it came to finding things using the internet. Eventually he would go on to using these skills for a higher purpose through a partnership we made together for the greater good.
“Show me dat ass,” he repeated again laughing as he searched. Ever since he heard Howard Stern say these words on his radio show the day before he’d been mimicking him. I was down in the dumps but it still put a smile on my face.
“There she is! I found her! DAMN BRO! LOOK AT THIS BIKINI PICTURE! HO-LY SHIT!’
She was what the guys would call a perfect 10. My perfect 10 was probably at some party getting railed by a new guy.

“Dude, come on man, you can’t mope over Jenaya forever,” he said when he seen my sad expression, “let’s meet Obie tomorrow and get some good approaches in. You’ll forget about her in no time.”

When we met Obie the next day he was with a new guy. Very Swedish looking appearance. Blonde hair. Quite serious looking, but with a cheeky smirk permanently fixed in place.
“This is Oscar. Oscar this is Jack.”
We shook hands. “I hear you are British,” he said, “and I think I know why you guys like tea even more than your national football team.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?” I asked
“Because the teabag stays in the cup longer.”
I laughed and nodded simultaneously. He was immediately likeable. As we walked around I discovered Oscar was a part time stand up comedian. After that I noticed every other sentence he said was some kind of joke. He was a fun guy. Different, and in a league of his own. I got the sense he didn’t follow the crowd. I liked that about him.
“Hot diggety,” he said, “look at that chocolate flavoured booty.”
This was when I realised he had a big thing for black girls. He had no idea where his preference came from and didn’t seem to fussy when it came to women just so long as she was a deeper shade than caramel.
In contrast Sam loved the white Swedish girls and Obie liked the more central/eastern european look. It seemed we all had our type.
As we strolled along Drottninggatan street. Obie ran off after some Romanian looking girl. Then Sam disappeared after a cute girl with a button nose. She looked more Norwegian than Swedish. That just left me and Oscar. I hadn’t approached anybody at all. I was still demoralised from being the dumpee.
A sensual looking well tanned girl walked by and seemed to give me the eye. Oscar went for it. He was back within thirty seconds, “Blowout.” He said. Another well tanned girl came towards us. The closer she got the more I realised she was actually Indian. I couldn’t remember ever fucking an Indian. Oscar went to go for it again but I pulled him back. “Let me get this one Oscar. I’ve been procrastinating. I need to get back on the horse.”
“Sure thing man. Good luck.”
I caught up to her. She had the big bright eyes I like. ‘An Indian Jenaya.’ I chuckled.
“You look like a girl with nothing to do but stare at the stars.” I smiled.
“I’m actually looking at the rooftops and architecture but ok.” She laughed. Her accent was peculiar. To begin with I couldn’t quite place it.
“You’re definitely not Swedish.”
“Well done Sherlock,” she smiled, “I’m from Trinidad and Tobago.”
“Wow. So…exotic.”
She raised her eyebrows and smiled to one side, “Err, I guess so.”
She wasn’t giving me much. Part of me wanted to leave. To go back to grumbling in my mind over Jenaya. Fortunately I decided to stay.
“Any guesses to where I’mĀ from?” I asked.
“Well due the fact you sound like Hugh Grant I’m gonna go with British.”
“Bingo! But I definitely don’t sound like Hugh Grant.”
“Well it was nice to meet you strange british guy.”
She was about to leave. Think fast Jack think fast, “Turn around, show me dat ass.”
“What?” She laughed.
“Nothing. Where are you going? What’s your plans?”
“I just want to walk. I don’t really have any plans.”
“Well I’m walking this way to, I’ll walk with you to the crossing and then I’ll be heading off to the west.”
“To the west?” She raised her eyebrows and smiled to one side again.
“Yeah. Kinda,” we started walking, “So you’re living here?” I asked.
“For now yeah. It’s complicated. Not something I want to talk about to be honest.”
“No worries. Sounds like you’re out walking to clear your head. I know the feeling.”
She looked at me a little differently. Tilted her head to the side and asked my name.
“Jack. What’s yours?”
“Katie.” She replied.
“That doesn’t sound very Trinidad and Tobagean.”
She laughed, “I guess it doesn’t. Well here’s your crossing.”
“So it is. Listen I don’t need to go right away. How about just one drink together. I know a place just around the corner.”
She looked at me and pursed her sensual looking lips while she thought it over, “Ok Hugh Grant. But just one.”
“Scout’s honour.” I promised and winked.
We went to the only bar in that area I knew of. An Irish bar called The Auld Dub. It was happy hour with a two for one offer. I got us two glasses of wine each, ‘This should help things along,’ I thought.
Katie started to open up a little after the first. She had a peculiar backstory. Having problems back home she’d come to Sweden to get away from it all and visit distant relatives. ‘Bit extreme,’ I thought to myself, but didn’t ask why or go into in any details. I guessed it would be to personal and wanted to keep the conversation on a high.
The second glass flowed down. We were both a little tipsy.
“Now Katie listen. I know I said one and we accidentally ended up having two, but I’m suggesting just one more and we’ll call it a night.”
For the first time she smiled a good proper smile and put her head against my shoulder for a second, “Ok Jack just one more.”
“Cool. Stand up,” I told her. She stood up, “follow me.” I took her hand and led her out of that place. I had alcohol on my side, running through my veins. I’d summoned the alpha.
I walked us straight to the subway. Used a metro pass and bumped her from behind so we both got through on one ride.
“Jack what are you doing. Where are we going?” She laughed.
“On an adventure.” I smiled.
We reached Solna within a few minutes. I’d discreetly messaged Sam along the way and prayed he’d got the text. I had no back up plan for if he was still home.
I checked my phone again as we walked out of the subway station. He’d replied to my message, ‘Place is yours bro. I’ll go out and leave the door unlocked. Don’t be to long, I’ll be back in an hour.’
Legendary.
I was about to reply when I seen his beard heading towards me in the moonlight. We walked straight passed each other. He nodded. I winked. A fist bump would have been more appropriate but when things are running smoothly better to not create unnecessary obstacles.
“Is this your apartment?” She asked once inside.
“I’m sharing with a friend but he’s out and won’t be back until late.” I told her.
She surveyed the room and was about to settle her gaze on Sam’s family portrait. That portrait had cursed me once. I wasn’t about to let it happen again. I pulled her hips towards me and pushed her back against the kitchen table, pressing my lips against hers. She took them in her mouth sucking one at a time. She was a great kisser. I ran my hands along her body. She didn’t have much breast but the ass was perfection. I tore her clothes off to get to it. I wanted to feel the texture. The skin. The consistency. It felt fantastic. I quickly threw on a condom and began fucking her right there on the table. I thought about Sam cooking his food there and shrugged. Ok enough of the table. I pulled out and man handled her onto the bed. This was the problem with Jenaya. I’d been to gentle. To considerate. I’d lacked the caveman. I got KatieĀ  on all fours and thrust into her from behind. Damn that ass felt good against me. I watched it moving away and towards me as I reached around and fondled her clit with one hand and pulled her hair with the other. Somewhere halfway through the savagery I realised I was in the middle of my first same day lay from daygame. ‘It’s really possible,’ I thought to myself for a second. I’d celebrate later and brushed the victory aside in my mind. We both climaxed soon after and flopped down on the bed besides each other.

“Well that was unexpected.” She said.

The next day was my last day in Stockholm. I had no intention to return unless the situation with Jenaya changed. The previous nights adventures were a great distraction but I was still sad about my Jenaya expectations not getting met.
Katie messaged me though. That put a smile back on my face. She said she’d had fun and would be great to see me again before I left. I messaged back mirroring her suggestion. It was true, we really had a lot of fun together and would be great to do it again before disappearing from each other’s lives.
We decided on ice skating. Not that I particularly liked the sport, but being from the caribbean she’d never done it before. She was more used to snorkling and windsurfing I supposed.

We began to really bond on that ice. Her femininity started to blossom and whatever problems were on her mind from home were dissipating. She was unveiling herself. It was endearing to watch. I would miss her a little once we were apart. I just never realised right then that it wouldn’t be the last time we’d see each other.