Euro-jaunt …chapter ten

It was now early July. I hopped on the bus to the city centre shortly after arriving back in Sweden. It had been a good flight time. No delays. The sun was just beginning its descent. There could be seen a colourful display of violets, pinks and oranges filling the landscape as we reached the central hub. I jumped off the bus with a smile on my face and headed through the centre up towards Slussen metro station.
Slussen metro station is the nearest place to the bridge that leads to the old town island of Gamla Stan. It was also the easiest place to meet Jenaya. She had to take a bus from the Stockholm suburbs and it dropped her off there. On one side of the bridge was a photography museum, fotografiska, on the other side a floating hotel boat where I’d booked a room for the two of us to stay. I didn’t have much with me, just a backpack with a few clothes and snacks in there. I decided to keep it with me rather than waste time putting it in the hotel first.
I’d said we could check out the museum since she’d never been. I’ve always enjoyed looking at photographs. I like to analyse and scrutinise and see what story the picture tells. Most photographs tell a story if you look at them for long enough.
It was starting to drizzle slightly but luckily I didn’t have to wait long. She was early, and even better she was carrying an umbrella. She looked as amazing and perfect as I remembered, like something divine, as if from a heavenly realm. Her eyes sparkled and her smile set off a firework inside me. We hugged and although I was tempted to hold her hand I decided not to. I needed to try and keep cool and not turn into a chode.
The museum had a collection of photographs in nature. Mainly taken in Africa. They were ok. As one room led to the next we reached a strange small darkened space with a projector showing moving images on the wall. We took a seat to watch. It was a collection of different clips. Some kind of fashion montage. I was bored as hell within two minutes, but I couldn’t tell if she was enjoying it or finding it interesting so I sat there a whole ten minutes before giving her a nudge and pointing my head to the next room. She nodded and we got up to leave. “That was kinda weird,” I said once outside the dark room. She didn’t answer, she just let out a small giggle. Her timidness just seemed to add to her overall beauty. How could she be so perfect?
The museum wasn’t so big, we were probably in there less than an hour.
“Where will we go now?” She asked.
I pointed at my bag, “I still need to check-in at the hotel,” I said, “it’s pretty close to here though.”
She half rolled her eyes, but grinned slightly too.
“Come on, it should be this way,” I told her cheerfully.
We got to the hotel and I said to wait at the entrance while I collected the keys. There was a large man behind the desk. He had a big beard to match his big body. He got me to sign some registration form and handed the keys over, “Down the hall and to the left.” He roared.
I excitedly unlocked the door. I was pretty nervous for some reason, even though I felt completely relaxed in Jenaya’s presence. I put this down to her shyness but also the way she was so chill about everything. When the door swung open I looked inside confused and disappointed. The room didn’t look anything like the picture. It had bunk beds in it. “Erm, this isn’t the room I booked,” I told her, “I’m gonna go back to reception and tell them they made a mistake.”
She nodded in response.
But there was no mistake. The hotel boat had simply given me a twin room instead of a double because I’d not ticked the box when booking it online.
“We can switch it though right?” I asked.
“No, sorry,” said the barrel chested beard man, “it’s the only two person room left tonight I’m afraid.”
I exhaled helplessly, there was nothing could be done. My mind raced for solutions but there weren’t any. I went back to Jenaya who’d perched herself on the edge of the bottom bunk. “I guess we’re stuck with this.” I told her glumly.
“Well it’s kind of cosy.” She said encouragingly as she switched on the lamp.
I closed the door, slung my bag off my shoulder and lay down next to her. She turned slightly to look down at me and I propped myself up onto my elbows.
“I can’t stay over here tonight though anyway, you know that right?”
“Oh, how come?” I asked, trying to stay as nonchalant as I possibly could.
“Well I never told my parents where I was going or anything, plus I have to look after my little brother first thing in the morning.”
“Yeah, it’s cool, no worries.” I lied.
Knowing I was now in a battle against the clock I leaned over and started kissing her. My dick turned to stone faster than a blink from Medusa. “Lie down.” I whispered. I turned and shuffled along a bit so she could lay down next to me while I slowly started peeling off her clothes.
It was uncomfortable on those bunk beds. I couldn’t kneel upright as I tugged at her tight blue jeans. I’m not even sure she noticed. She just looked on submissive and anxious.
Eventually when our clothes were off and it was finally about to happen properly she tilted her head to one side. “Erm, I think it will be ok this time.” She squeaked.
I looked at her Disney eyes and smiled, “Good.” I said. I wasn’t sure why she said it. I figured maybe she had been practicing with her fingers or a dildo at home or something. Teaching herself to relax while being penetrated. My boner got even harder at the thought.
Her mouth opened again, “It’s just, I was at a party last week, and, well, there was this guy and,” she paused and looked down, her hand came up and one of her fingers hooked over her bottom lip, “we got chatting and then we went upstairs and…”
“You guys had sex?” I asked, cutting her off.
“Well, yeah, I mean, I wished it was you but I was a bit drunk and he was definitely drunk, and I didn’t think anything was going to happen. I thought I should stop it and tell him no but then he just forced it in and it hurt so bad but I guess it was ok in the end.”
For a second I didn’t really know what to say, I just kinda paused, kneeling there with my dick still raging to be inside her. “Yeah, I suppose I thought it might happen with someone else while I was away.” I told her.
“You’re not disappointed though?” she asked.
“Well, maybe a little, but it doesn’t matter, it’s happened now.” As I said it my stomach suddenly felt extremely dull and empty.
“Yeah,” she said, “but I’m still kinda scared a bit because it hurt so much and that was while I was drunk. I just don’t want it to hurt again.”
I looked at her. There was sincerity in those baby blue eyes, while I felt my heart melting I could also feel it had been betrayed. But what was I expecting, it was obvious my infatuation for her ran way more deep in comparison to her feelings for me. Did I really think we’d make love for her first time ever and drive off into the sunset. Every time I was with her I was regressing more into being a chump. There was no remedy. No cure. But there was at least a silver lining. If i handled this correctly we would still have sex. We would carry on meeting, and after that who knows.
I mustered up all my strength and composure to continue acting unfazed by it. I was good at the acting. Faking it until I made it with these types of girls – girls I secretly felt were out of my league – had become commonplace now that I was beginning to interact with them regularly.
I kept the thought of her hymen getting penetrated by some drunken asshole at the back of my mind. I was serious about what I said because it was true. It had happened. It was in the past. There was nothing I could do to change that, and I still desperately wanted to be properly intimate with her.
“It’ll be fine, don’t worry.” I told her.
She smiled back at me and I shuffled down the bed to give her some tongue first, just to make sure she was as wet and turned on as possible.
It wasn’t plain sailing. After the cunnilingus there was still a struggle to get it in, but after the first few minutes everything was fine. The main problem was the tiny amount of space to do it in. Try having sex between two bunk beds and you’ll see what I mean.
I tried not to let the awkwardness of the confined space get to me, but it was so distracting for me that the whole episode became a little anticlimactic. All that excitement ruined by a shitty room.
I guess she still enjoyed it. She was smiling after, and the Disney eyes had an extra sparkle in them. She didn’t cum though. Or at least, not from what I could tell.
We lay there afterward squashed on the one bunk and chatted. I could already feel my dick starting to get hard again just from laying next to her. She said she didn’t have time though. She got up to leave not long after and I walked her to the bus stop.

I slept on that dreadful bunk bed alone and the following day met up with Sam. He had invited me for dinner at his place, a student apartment on the north side of the city. It had a nice walk to get there, along by the river where Swedes were cruising around on sailboats or paddling in the water.
I learnt Sam was Iranian. The food he made was Persian style and was a putrid green colour. It almost made me not want to eat it just from the sight of it, but whatever it was tasted delicious. I couldn’t help but ask for more.
We talked about game and pick-up over dinner. Then continued talking about game and pick-up on the way to the city. We took the metro together. If I stayed real close to him through the barrier he could get me on for free. It was fun. Each time he’d do a mock expression that a guard had seen us and was coming down the escalator chasing us. It only fooled me the first time.
“Hey bro, you know, these are the longest escalators in Sweden.” He said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I seen a guy pass out once while going up. It was late at night, hardly anybody else around. I was about half the escalator ahead of him when I heard a clunk. I looked back and he’d passed out. He was rolling down the metal steps completely unconscious, I think he’d maybe been drunk or something, but the escalator was obviously still moving. It seemed like he rolled down forever while kinda staying at the same level, bro seriously, it was brutal. I ran down to help but some other guy got to him first. He was cut to pieces. Big jagged grazes from the edges of the steps. He looked like he’d been mauled by a bear.”
“Geez, that sounds horrific.”
“Yeah, poor guy. Hey how’s that Erik guy doing? You seen him while you been here?”
I hadn’t seen Erik, he was doing work outside of the city. I didn’t mind that though, Sam was a cool guy. I realised daygame was infinitely more fun when you’re out with a wing you vibe well with. It becomes more like hanging out with friends than trawling streets.
We met up with Obie and for the rest of that short trip we hung out together each day. The sun was shining, the girls were smiling, and we were laughing the whole time. To top it all off I’d finally had full sexual intercourse with Jenaya and finally had my first official lay from a girl I’d met in the street. It was glorious.

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