A few days later they were both ready to leave.
Roger and Tina said goodbye to everybody and drove off to the docks to take the boat to Paris.
Tina was looking forward to that. She could not wait to get there and start the kind of life she had always wanted.
She wanted to be a Bohemian in the worst way and she knew that Paris was the only place to do it.
Any other place was just, an imitation of that kind of life and Paris was the original.
All the artists and the freaky people came from there and she knew that she would fit right in with their life style.
Her cunt could not wait either.
She knew that there would be a lot of fucking all over the place when they got there and that Roger would not mind if she went off and fucked anybody she wanted.
She was glad that Roger was like that and she knew that she would not mind if he went out and did the same thing.
That was the kind of life she wanted and she hoped that Roger would want the same thing also.
He had told her so much about Paris that she thought she had already been there in her mind.
She felt that she had already seen and done all the wonderful things that he had told her about.
She knew that she would have a great time there and that there would be nothing to stop her from having the kind of life that she craved and needed more than anything else in the world.
It seemed to her that the boat took forever to get to France. They seemed to have been sailing for weeks when they finally spotted land one early morning.
They boarded the train to Paris and Tina spent most of her time gazing out the window to the new landscape that unfolded before her.
She could not get enough of this new and wonderful place.
Tine felt that she had to see and do everything at the same time before she got any older.
Not that she was old by any means, but she felt that life was for living at any cost and time waited for no man.
Pleasure and living had to be taken at a gallop and that was the way she wanted to live from now.
Roger slept for most of the ride and Tina found herself becoming bored and restless. There was something brewing within her and she did not know what it was at first.
She felt there was something stirring inside her and when she looked around her from the window she realized what it was.
She was horny. Tina knew that there was only one cure for that. She had to get layed and she had to do it right away.
She looked around her to see if there might be any likely looking males with which to fuck.
She was curious and anxious about all the stories she had heard about the French men and she was more than willing to test out the theory of whether they were true or not.
That was one thing she could not resist.
She could not resist the temptation to try out a French man and see if they were all they were cracked up to be.
The only person she saw that might fit her needs was the young conductor that came around and checked tickets and announced destinations.
She knew that he must have a thick cock from the huge bulge she saw in his tight pants.
She was willing and hungry and more than willing to try anything that he might want to do.
The next time he came around she gave him a big smile and asked him something in the little French she knew.
He smiled at her and replied in English.
"I understand English, young lady," he said to her.
"I'm so glad. I wanted to know where the bathroom is."
"Come with me. I will show you a proper bathroom. The public ones are not fit for pigs. I will let you use the private one we have for special passengers and for the crew."
Tina hoped that she would have the chance to fuck him and she had confidence in herself that she would be able to communicate to him the need she had for his cock.
He led the way through the cars and then finally stopped before a wood paneled door. He opened it and stepped inside. He began showing her where the things were and was about to leave when she lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. The door was still closed and the knob was still in his hand when he whirled around to catch sight of her doing that.
"You are very brave." he said casually.
"What do you mean," Tina replied with as innocent a tone as she could.
"When a woman does certain things a man may perhaps receive the wrong idea as to her intentions."
"Any intentions you have are fine with me," she smiled at him as her hands slowly picked up her skirt and her fingers tangled themselves in the fine down of her crotch. Her middle finger gently caressed her clit and a shudder of pleasure shot through her.
She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip in delicious pleasure as the conductor looked on.
"No. I apologize. A man could only get one impression."
He approached her after locking the door behind him. She heard the click and knew that they would definitely fuck now.
His hands reached out and joined hers as she stroked and fingered her cunt. She felt the dry warmth of his hands on hers and pushed deeper into her cunt.
He pulled her hands away and then he continued stroking at her clit and her cunt lips.
Tina could not believe the incredible passion she suddenly felt as his hands found the lips and spread them slowly apart.
She moaned low in her throat and smiled while her eyes closed.
"Nice. Do it slowly. Nice and slow."
Tina could tell that his hands were experienced and that he knew just what to do to get her hot and excited.
She spread her legs a little farther apart and let his fingers explore every part of her thighs and her cunt.
She leaned closer to him because she could hardly stand any more. Her legs were weak and rubbery and she gasped as his middle finger found her cunt hole and dived into the moistening and thickening tissues.
He prodded harder and then she had to sit. She could no longer stand.
She leaned to him and he picked her up and sat her bare ass on the cool porcelain of the wash basin.
She felt the contrast of his hot fingers and her hot cunt with the coldness of the sink and a shudder of pleasure shot through her and made her pant and gasp in delicious abandon.
Her cunt was hot and flaming and the cream oozed out of her and dripped to the sink below her.
Her cunt could not get enough of his meaty hand inside her and Tina knew that her cunt needed his cock now.
"You animal. Do it slow and easy. Nice and slow," she moaned as her chin lifted and her mouth hung open a little more now. Her eyes were closed, and she reveled in the delicious feelings his hand and his fingers were giving her.
He had two fingers inside her now and stroked slowly but forcefully and raked his knuckles across her clit.
The sensations she was having were driving her mad and Tina now wanted his cock.
She could feel the meaty tool beneath the fabric of his pants and she stroked it with her hand.
"I want this," she gasped.
"With pleasure," he answered.
He quickly undid the zipper and the buckle of the pants and his cock sprang suddenly to life.
It bobbed up and down before her and she grasped the head of it with her little fist.
The man groaned as he felt the cool fingers surround the head of his cock and shoved it a little in and out of her palm.
They were both hotter than hell and they crushed and fought against each other.
"Fuck me now," she moaned languidly as her hands pulled his cock to her.
She felt the tool approach her cunt and she spread her cunt lisp with her hands to get the shaft in there. She craved him more than anything now and she knew that this would be one fuck that she would not forget.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer and closer to her until she could feel the head of his cock pressed against her cunt lips.
He knew what he was doing. His technique was making her squirm and tremble with delight.
He rubbed the head of his thick cock against her cunt lips and she experienced a rush of pleasure that made her scream a little.
"You like, no?" he asked.
"I like yes. Very much," Tina gasped as she felt the head of his cock now enter her cunt and slide into the already wet and slick cunt hole.
She felt the shaft of it penetrate all the way to the depths of her and knew that he was one hell of a fucker.
She knew that he was good at what he did and she bucked her hips to him to get more and more of his cock into her.
The white porcelain was now wet with the juices of their love as she rocked her cunt back and forth on his cock.
She felt the tool pulsate and throb inside her and she knew that she was going to come soon.
The rocking of the train helped her rock in time to his thrusts and plunges and Tina clawed his stomach and his ass with her nails.
She kicked him in the back of the thighs and ass and urged him to fuck harder and faster.
"Come on and do it fast now. Harder and faster. Ohhh, nice now."
He plunged and shoved his shaft in and out between her cunt lips and drove the head of it as far as it would go into her cunt.
She was in ecstasy now and there was nothing except that she was getting jammed.
Tina was panting heavily now and he could see the spots where little beads of sweat had broken out on her pale body.
He too felt rather hot and knew that he was getting exhausted just feeling all the things he was feeling. He'd been ramming his cock into a seemingly bottomless pit.
The steady rocking of the fast train helped Tina rock with the thrusts of his cock. She was hot and willing and she accepted his cock all the way.
Her cunt was completely filled up with his stiff shaft as she raked her fingernails across his stomach and along the bottom of his balls.
They were panting and gasping as she felt the tremors of her orgasm about to crest over her and make her come.
She could not get enough of his cock and she fought with him to get more and more of it deep inside her.
She loved that. Tina could not get enough of his cock inside her and knew that when the time came for her to come she would spurt that thick cream all over the place.
She would cream his cock and his balls with the delicious female come and there would be nothing that she or he could do about it.
It was delicious and heavenly and they both fucked like a couple of animals now.
Her bare ass on that porcelain sink was now becoming wet and slick and she was having a hard time staying on there.
He picked her up by her ass and lifted her into the air. Tina was now completely impaled on his cock and she rode it like she would a horse.
Tina bucked up and down on the cock and kicked the back of his legs with her feet and ankles.
She wanted more and more and she felt the cock pulsate and throb inside her. Tina felt the incredible amount of pleasure shoot all through her and make her pant and scream with the pleasure that she could not get enough of.
There was something terrific about the whole thing and there was something-that they could not do without.
Her cunt was now streaming with come. It was oozing with the wonderful female juices of her pussy and she drenched his cock and his balls with it.
She flooded his thighs and her thighs at the same time and she felt the tool inside her pulsate as she had never felt a cock pulsate before.
Her thighs were spread wide and thick and she felt the delicious pleasure of her cunt about to come to the peak now.
Tina knew that she was now ready to come. She felt the pressure increase and grow in her and about to burst forth with all the restrained madness that was in her.
She knew that he was going to come too and she wanted to come at the same time as he.
She wanted the both of them to come together and she was sure that nothing in the world would be as wonderful as that.
Nothing could replace the wonderful feelings that she felt and she was sure that when he came he would flood her guts with the thick come from his balls.
Of that she was sure and of that she had no doubt.
Her cunt was silently screaming and begging for the orgasm that would rip right through her and she felt the huge pressure of her cunt about to explode all over the place and cream him.
The orgasm ripped through her body and made her shudder with the incredible pleasure that she had been waiting for.
She felt relieved and pleased and happy beyond all words.
There was something terrific about the whole thing and she felt the incredible pleasure rip through her in spurts and gushes.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," she gasped.
She knew that she was coming and she could not hold herself back from the pleasure that ripped through her.
Her cunt was on fire and her thighs were spread as far as they could go.
She knew that and she wanted more and more of that until she could hardly move from the incredible amount of energy that she had used up.
She felt drained and tired and she felt as if she could no longer do anything. Her cunt was happy now and that was all that mattered to her.
Her cunt was made happy for at least a few hours and that was all she was worried about.
She disentangled herself from him and she went about the tiny cubicle picking up odd bits of clothing.
She slipped into her panties and smiled at him.
"Maybe I'll see you in Paris."
"Perhaps."
He approached her and kissed her hand. She did not expect anything so genteel and pleasant as that and she was highly flattered and happy about the whole thing. She knew hat she had pleased him but she had never imagined that he would react to her in that way.
Tina returned to Roger and snuggled close beside him on the seat. He was still asleep and had not missed her absence. Even if he had been awake she was sure that she would have done the same thing. She would even have told him about it.
She rode in silence all the way to Paris and Roger slept soundly. Tina awoke him just as the train pulled into the terminal and began to gather their things.
They took a cab to a small pension and began to unpack and go through the motions of getting their life started in this foreign city.
Roger seemed to know all the places and she let him make all the decisions for the first few days.
For some reason the polish and the novelty of Roger began to wear thin.
She could no longer be excited and thrilled at his touch as she had been back in America.
There was something stirring in her that she knew he could not satisfy.
She had been protected and sheltered all her fife by men and by her parents and now Tina wanted to strike out on her own and find out what it was like to live free and independent of any man.
She wanted to shake free of Roger. She wanted to shake free of anything that might tie her down and compel her to be the mate of any person.
In the days that followed she met all of Roger's friends and felt the same things about them. They were mostly all Americans that had notions of being artists and bohemians. They considered themselves the new wave of expatriates, following in the footsteps of Hemingway and Toklas, Stein and Fitzgerald.
But she could see them for what they really were, spoiled middle class children that had never fully grown up.
They were looking for the easy way out, the posture of doing something artistic, all the while hiding the fact that they were empty and useless as people and artists.
All but one of them gave her that impression. She seemed to sense an authenticity and a genuine soul searching quality in Jake. He seemed different from the rest.
He did not party at the drop of a hat like the rest of them. He seemed more remote and always thinking about something.
There was something in his manner that spoke of the true artist and the real thinker.
She could sense that in him. She could feet it stirring within him like the great brooding life forces that were at work in her too.
Her social life with Roger was now almost exclusively spent with this circle of friends.
And she used every opportunity to see Jake whenever they went out.
In the evenings they would gather at a cafe and while away the hours drinking wine and Penrod. In these conversations Jake would usually remain silent. Tina could see the disgust and the hate he had for most of them. She could see the way he cringed at some of their absurd statements and ridiculous theorizing.
She knew him for what he was. A real person.
All the others were pale imitations of people. They were posturing fools that wanted people to judge them on what they postured to be rather than what they genuinely were.
One night as they sat at the cafe Roger got polluted drunk.
He could hardly walk and Tina was left with the chore of taking him home.
She knew that she could not manage alone and she was immediately offered help by all of his friends.
Jake offered too but not as forcefully as the others. She wanted to be taken home by Jake. She knew that the other men only wanted to get into her pants and fuck. That was alright with her but she didn't want to fuck with any of them They would bore her to tears with idle chatter and ridiculous attempts at getting her to bed.
They rode in the cab with Roger by the window and the two of them pressed together.
She could feel a tenseness and an electricity in the air between them.
Tina knew what it was. She felt the same things he did at that moment and she knew that he had been wanting her all this time as much as she had been wanting him.
"How long have you been in Paris'?" Tina asked, trying to make innocuous conversation.
"Three years."
"That's a long time. Do you miss America?"
"Not a bit. I hate that place."
"Why?"
"It's too boring. I have my reasons."
"I'd like to hear them."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I think you're far more interesting than all the other people back there."
"Thank you. I think you're interesting too."
"Oh, no. You didn't have to say that just because I said it, I wasn't fishing for compliments, Jake."
"I know. I still think you're interesting."
"When can I hear your reasons," she said after a while.
"Anytime Roger says it's alright."
"He doesn't own me you know. I can make up my, own mind."
"That's not the way it looks to me. I think he sort of dominates you a little."
"That's not so. Not at all. I do what I want," Tina said in an annoyed and slightly angry tone.
"You deny too much. Perhaps there is some truth in what I say."
Tina blushed. She knew she could hide nothing from him. He was far too wise and worldly to know when things were right and when they were not.
She could feel the power and the assertion in him when he said that.
"I'll be going away in a few days. I guess we'll see each other when I come back."
"When are you coming back?"
"In a week. I must see a friend."
A woman, Tina thought. She thought he must have dozens of women stashed around all over France. He seemed the quiet type that would have a stable of women to keep him happy.
"He's a guitar maker. At least eighty years old and still making guitars as if he were twenty."
She breathed a sigh of relief not even knowing why she was happy that he did not have another woman.
"He sounds interesting."
"To say the least. He cuts his own trees and saws his own wood for the guitars."
"Where are you going?"
"To Spain. Just across the border actually."
"I wish I could go. I mean I wish I could get away from Paris for a while and see the rest of Europe as long as I'm here."
"Would you like to go with me?"
She was taken aback by this. She wanted to go more than anything but she was sure that Roger would not let her go. He would make a fuss about it and refuse to let her go.
They arrived at the pension where Roger and Tina stayed and Jake helped her take the limp and drunken body of Roger up the stairs and into bed.
Well, thanks a lot, Jake," Tina said as she shook his hand at the door.
"Anytime. If you need me for anything just call. Here's my number at home and at work."
"Alright. I'll do that."
That night Tina could hardly sleep. She felt something stirring and moving within her. She felt the presence of Jake all around her as if he were a specter. Something that shrouded over her and seemed to know the deepest secrets of her soul.
She knew it was odd for her to feel this way and she knew she was treading on dangerous ground with him.
Yet she could not help feeling the way she did.
The next day Roger could hardly get out of bed. He was sick and weak and could hardly move.
"Man. Have I got a hangover."
"You shouldn't drink so much. You know you can't hold it."
"I can too. It was just that lousy cheese I ate. It must have been spoiled."
"Everybody else ate it. Nobody got sick."
"They're used to it, Tina. They've been in Paris longer and they can take it. Bacteria and all that."
"Yeah. I guess you're right."
She knew that it was not the cheese or anything else. It was the fact that Roger had been digging a grave for himself and he had taken to drinking to blot out the mess he was in.
"Listen, Roger. I want to tell you something. I want to go away with Jake. He's going to Spain for a week and I want to go with him." The shock registered slowly on his face. She could see that he was hurt but she had to fight for her own salvation. She couldn't stand around and be sucked into the same private hell that Roger was going through.
"So go. It doesn't matter to me what the hell you do. I don't give a shit who you fuck."
"Don't be like that, Roger. Please don't make a scene. Can't you just once accept life for what it is and stop crying like a baby every time something happens that you don't like. Face it Roger. You're a child."
Roger limply lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.
"Sure. Go. Just when I needed you the most."
"You don't need me Roger. You need a mother."
She whirled on her heels and went into the other room to begin packing her things.
As she packed she made a phone call to Jake.
"Hello, Jake. This is Tina. Is that invitation still open to go to Spain?"
"Yes it is. How did Roger take it?"
"Badly."
"I knew he would."
"He'll learn I suppose. One of these days he'll learn."
"Shall I come by and pick you up?"
"No. I want to take a cab. I want to do this my way."
"Alright. Ring for me when you get here and I'll come down and meet you. We'll have lunch at the station and then well take the afternoon train."
"Yes. That's fine."
"I'll see you later."
She hung up and continued to pack. Roger stumbled into the room. His dressing gown flopped about him limply.
"When did this all happen?" he asked.
"Last night. When he helped me take you home."
"When the cat's away huh?"
"No. Not when the cat's away, Roger. It's not like that at all. And stop trying to make me sound like a slut or a whore."
"That's what you are isn't it?"
"That game doesn't work any more, Roger. I can't feel guilty about anything I do anymore."
His last weapon was gone. He sat on a chair and watched silently as she packed and when she was ready to leave she stood before him and leaned over to kiss him.
"Goodbye, Roger."
"Don't touch me you little tramp."