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Strange Relationship, Part II - Some Things About Tina
*EDIT: I should tell you that I've not just obscured some details in this story but have been deliberately misleading with certain extraneous details, to some extent. The essentials are all true, however. I did this to make it difficult to deduce the identities of those involved, but what I did not consider at first was that this could allow some people to make incorrect deductions. I'm not interested in messing up my life to provide titillating stories to others, and I'm certainly not interested in messing up anyone else's either. Carry on!* So, this isn't so much a story of a sexual encounter as it is more of a discussion of who Tina was. The most "sexual" part of this post is close to the end, so you can skip to that if that's the main thing you're interested in. If you don't know Tina already, you should read my earlier post in this reddit. Nutshell is that she was a sex obsessed she-beast who I had an on and off relationship with a while back. That post was already long, so I skipped some details, and I realized it made Tina seem a little strange. Well, she *was* really fucking strange. The thing you have to realize about her is that she had this almost childlike aspect to her outlook on life just generally. I don't mean she acted like a child, though she could, but she had a sort of wonder about her that was different from other people I've met. She never talked a whole lot about her childhood, but it almost seemed like even though she was well traveled and worldly, she had led a bit of a sheltered life as a kid or something. In normal life this meant that she could be fascinated by stuff many of us might find commonplace. For example, in Boston, she didn't take the train much, and never alone, as she was one of the only people I knew in my school who had a car. Boston isn't a city that lends itself to driving but she preferred to drive whenever she could. She drove a convertible too, which was wildly inappropriate for New England weather. Anyway, I remember the first time we took the Red Line and we crossed the Charles River, she giggled when it went above ground and had a view of the water. I asked her what was funny, and she said she didn't know the T went above ground. This struck me as amazing, since the Green Line is almost always above ground, and that's a pretty common and crowded line. Plus she liked the art museum, and the Green Line goes right by it. She also had some trouble sort of like understanding basic irony. I remember I had forgotten my phone once at a cafe or something, and I was about to go back and get it and she goes "Oh sorry, I picked it up for you" and produced it from her purse. I said, "You thief!" with a bit of a laugh. I think it would be obvious to anyone that I was making a joke, and a lame one at that, but she took it literally and got really angry with me. She goes "how dare you! I was trying to help you and you accuse me of stealing your phone? Do I seem like someone who would steal a phone?" Man, I thought she was joking myself at first, but she was completely serious. She was also incredibly selfish. Much of our relationship took place after my earlier post, after Gina dumped me, encompassing my second year of the school we were in. Second year is really intense there, whereas the third and final year is practically boring, without much in the way of work to do, unless you make it for yourself. She had been through second year and knew how much work it could be, but she would never take "I have work to do" as an excuse to go do whatever she wanted to do with me. No other student there would have trouble understanding that from a second year student, but she did. I was so weak when it came to her, and she was so demanding of my time, that it really seriously affected my performance and my grades. But her sense of wonderment and her demanding selfishness definitely extended to her sexual behavior as well. I've mentioned her thing about getting me aroused in public. Well, it wasn't so much that she was turned on by the public aspect of it, though I think she was, as she was turned on by just knowing I had an erection. We'd be in the car, or on the train, or in a movie theater, or in the library, and suddenly she'd just turn to me and say "is it hard?" And when the answer was inevitably "no" then she'd say "make it hard!" And when the answer to that was just as inevitably "no" then she'd say "can I make it hard?" And without waiting for a response she'd take matters into her own hands, so to speak. She loved my cock. She was fascinated by it. Sometimes lying in bed (usually hers once she got over her hangup about that...she was uncomfortable around my roommates), she'd lie down with her face near my crotch, and just like *examine* my penis and my balls. She'd move the cock around with her hand and look at it from all different angles. She'd sort of lightly pinch the skin and pull on it. Same deal with the nuts and my scrotum. Don't get me wrong, there was this sort of light domination aspect to her fascination with my genitals. We'd be eating breakfast in her apartment (she didn't cook much but she was a genius with breakfast), and she'd say like "if you want these eggs you have to take your pants off first." None of this aroused me in itself, but it usually did lead to something nice, so I generally complied. She got off on being able to tell me what to do, sexually...and after my "victory" over James, as discussed in my earlier post, that always got reversed eventually: I almost always took control once we started really going at it (but maybe only because she wanted me to, who knows). But in addition to that control aspect, in addition to feeling powerful because she could control that part of my body, I think it was also a sheer fascination for her. She liked to roll the head of it around between her fingers. We watched a DVD once, a Vietnamese film where at one point a bunch of women are cooking, and they start joking about what it would taste like to cook and eat a penis. Can't remember what the movie was called, but it was by the same dude who directed *Scent of Green Papaya*, if you're interested. She fucking *loved* that conversation, much to my discomfort. For weeks afterwards she would play at biting it and would talk about grilling it. I never quite found that funny, as there was always the remote possibility that Tina was just enough of a psycopath to give that a try. So, her hands were never far from my crotch if we had anything like privacy. I mean basically the chance of us getting caught had to be less than 50% probably, but not way less. And we did get caught, all the fucking time...mostly not by anyone who would make it stop though. For example: we took a drive up to New Hampshire once, on a nice day in spring. She often gave me head while I drove, but usually only if the roof was up...but this time the top was down and anyone in a higher type truck would have been able to see right in. When we were waiting to get onto this rotary thing like they have up in that part of the country instead of intersections sometimes, a big truck inevitably stopped next to us and the guy looked right down and gave me this lewd grin and a thumbs up. I don't think anything could soften my dick faster than that, but after we got moving, really just a few seconds after he noticed us, he honked his horn like crazy. I just put my hand on her head because I think she would have been embarrassed for the guy to see her face. But she had that level of disregard for normal propriety when it came to this sort of thing. Lucky a cop never saw us doing that. But you know, backs of taxis, certain movie theaters, and as I described in the earlier post, some restaurants. Nothing was totally off limits for her explorations. On a dance floor she was out of her fucking mind. She loved to go clubbing, just the two of us, which was a little strange to me, because I always have seen that as more of a group activity for some reason, but she totally disregarded what other people were doing or seeing on a dance floor. She'd unzip me and have her hand totally in my pants. If she elicited some pre-cum from my dick she'd pull her hand out and maybe rub some of it onto her chin or into her cleavage, sometimes she'd even stick her finger into her mouth with it...or maybe she'd rub it on *my* face, which...yuck! She would often guide my hand onto her breast or between her legs, and even into her slippery sex. Her intense selfishness was what got her into the mess she eventually ended up in with James to begin with. She was so brazen about it. Even after I had suspicions that there was something wrong with her, she'd have long conversations in Chinese on her cellphone, with James, right in front of me. Later she admitted it was usually him she was talking to, but she usually claimed it was her father at the time. I wasn't the first "other man" she fucked while together with him. As I found out later she had gotten with some other guy early in both their first year at the school, apparently the dude ended up transferring to another school, possibly in part because of grades...which to me sounds a little like she had found another weak guy like me, and just rode him into the dust. I guess I still probably haven't put across just how differently Tina saw the world from anyone else I've ever met though, because I think I'm making her sound sinister or mean spirited. That isn't true at all. She was innocent, in her way. She was not someone who could deal with delaying something she wanted. Really, I guess she was just a spoiled little rich girl I guess, used to getting her way. So when she wanted to do something, or have something...she wanted it right away. But she *could* be generous, at least in ways she understood to be generous. She gave me expensive gifts all the time. The watch I'm wearing at this moment, that I wear to work every day, was a gift from her. And her obsession with my cock, and her constant fascination with novel experience, definitely had its advantages for me in the bedroom. One night we were fucking and she says to me "do you like having your cock inside me?" I answered with something like "I wanted to be inside you from the day we met" or whatever. She responded with "well we've never done that before! Is that something you want?" I said "what are you talking about?" "Didn't you say you've always wanted to pee inside me?" "Fuck no! I said I always wanted to *be* inside you!" She said she was game anyway if that would turn me on...but as it happens that shit does *not* turn me on, so that never happened. I'm sure it might have if she had actually wanted that though. She'd have insisted, pouted, begged, and finally withheld sex until I agreed to do it. I don't know if I've really added anything to this reddit with this post...so I'll attempt to describe the image I most remember of my time with Tina here, which is a little more 'gonewild' I guess. In my apartment I had a very small but kind of long room. My bed was a foldout futon, which, when it was folded out barely fit in the room. It was basically the exact same width of my room, and it was pushed all the way to one end, where a window was just above it. One morning we woke up in my bed and I left her there when I went to an early class. She texted me while I was in class and asked me to bring something to eat when I came back. So on the way back I picked up some bagels or something, and I remember walking into the apartment and calling for her but getting no response. I figured she had left after all...so I made myself a bagel and started eating it, then went into my room, intending to start studying. Tina was there all right. She was sitting on the bed, in all her wannabe pornstar glory, with her back on the sill of the window. Her knees were up and apart. One hand was on her knee, and the other was dangling like in her crotch...not *in* her crotch, but down there between her legs. It was winter, and kind of cold in the room, and she hated it when her feet were cold, so she had these like rag-wool socks/stockings, not sure what to call them, that were pulled up almost to her knees. The only other thing she was wearing below the waist was a pair of panties with a butterfly pattern, in lace, on them. She had a white bra on, another expensive lacy type thing, but the cup part was a sheer cloth of some kind, and her nipples were totally erect from cold or arousal, and they stretched against the material of her bra. Her hair was in a loose bun on top of her head. She wasn't wearing any makeup, which was an unusual way for me to see her. She had this look on her face that made her the hottest I've ever seen her. It was this look of straight wanton *desire.* She licked her lips, not in any kind of consciously sexual come-hither way, but just a utilitarian 'I'm wetting my lips' kind of way...first the top, then the bottom, and the bottom lip ended up between her teeth and she sort of bit it and released it, which was a habit she had. I remember though, her lips absolutely glistening in the light. It was this really bright day, and the light coming in from the windows illuminated some dust or something in the air. The whole thing was like a photo. This bright sunlight, Tina with her light skin and white panties and bra, those ridiculous socks, on the white sheets (which she had bought) of my bed. That is what I remember. Just the magic of that look, the sheer sexual energy of that moment, hanging there in the air, before I even approached her, well before the fucking started. It was just some random midweek day in the middle of winter. Of course, the fucking did start. I walked toward her and said "come here!" and she like crawled to the foot of the bed and unzipped me, pulled my jeans or whatever off of me, folded them neatly, which she had come to almost always do now. She pulled off my boxers and my socks. It was awkward, because she was still on the bed, so she was reaching down off of it to get my clothes off of me. I think I was wearing a fleece sweater or something too, but she left that on at first and just said "I want to suck your cock." She said that a lot, bless her. And with that my cock was in her mouth, her on her hands and knees on the bed. I kinda started pushing it deeper into her mouth but she stopped me, and just made me accept a nice, wet, gentle blowjob. Her tongue playing with the head inside. She had gotten much better at this compared to the first time she gave me head. She looked up at me, her brown eyes making a sweet, almost loving expression. Ran her hands up and down my legs. So the reason I specifically remember her not taking my shirt off is that I remember her then pulling me down onto her by grabbing it. That was one of her favorite maneuvers. She loved it anytime I wore a tie, because then she had something to grab and pull. I liked when she was in the mood to lead in bed. I don't remember specifically, but she probably whispered "put it in me," which was pretty common for her...so I did. I remember her wrapping those legs around me, the scratchy soft wool of her weird slipper-stockings around the back of my legs and ass. And we fucked sweetly, like lovers instead of the strange rivals we could sometimes be, or enemies, as we had been in the past. I did not fuck her ass, though that had become a relatively common occurrence. I liked the way fucking her ass felt, but she didn't really enjoy it, and this particular day had become about being mutually pleasurable. I think that's why I remember her sitting there so vividly too...because after that the day became about sheer happiness, the joy of mutual physicality. She always sweated a lot when she got to orgasm, and I remember her reaching a screeching high note that day, and that she came from riding my cock that time, which was by no means routine...it often took oral sex or a vibe to get her off, though she did come from straight sex often enough. That day turned into another of those marathons we would occasionally have. I don't know where the roommates were, but they must have been gone, since she wasn't so vocal when they were around. We would sometimes put porn on the tv in my room...I liked this because it often gave her ideas to try while sparing me the need to actually ask her to do something new. But that day we didn't. We just, dare I say, *made love,* which is not how I would describe our usual activities. I don't know why I'm writing all this down. I guess because enough people liked the first post that I got a little worried that people here would think I was some sort of monster...what with the violent overtones the end of that post had. It is true that Tina brought the worst out in me much more often than she brought out the best. But I like to think that in the day I've just described, I brought out the best in her... Come to think of it, when we had sex at my place it was way more often an emotionally charged sort of loving experience than if we did it at hers, or at some hotel or something. I'm feeling nostalgic for Tina, which could be dangerous. I'll stop now! edit: noticed a couple of minor errant words, fixed them. more