Lonely in Berlin

Then my mind replayed those girls fawning over him the night before. As I looked at him, I saw all the options a handsome man like him had. I saw all the attention that he'd get from girls with sweet, wet pussies. I wondered how many girls had he slept with? How many was he going to sleep with? Realistically, how could I compete against all those options?

Surely, I'd just served my purpose as his fuck toy for the night, and now it was my time to leave. If he turned to me and said, 'why are you still here?' just like the last guy, I think I'd have a breakdown. I couldn't bear to deal with that hurt and humiliation again.

I sat up in the bed and pulled my knees up to my chest. Oh fuck. Why had I allowed myself to have warm fuzzy feelings for him last night? That was so fucking stupid. Despite the nausea that was now pulsing through me in waves, my eyes couldn't help but look at him longingly. I could feel my heart pulling through my chest towards him.

We'd got on so well last night. He'd been funny, and kind, and gallant, and sweet. He seemed so lovely... but that was something I'd thought about other guys before, usually just before they stamped on my heart.

Tears started to well up in my eyes. I felt like I was going to be vomit. I had to leave before my mind developed any further delusions that I might have found someone who cared about me.

Quietly, I shuffled out of the bed and softly padded across the carpet. I was still completely naked. The door to the bedroom was slightly ajar. With tension in my muscles, I prized it open enough for me to get through. Thankfully, it didn't creak, and I stepped out into the hall.

The hall was slightly colder, and the floor was wooden. I crossed my arms and crept towards the living room on tiptoes. There I saw my clothes strewn across the couch and floor. Quickly, but quietly, I dressed myself. I put on everything apart from my boots, as they might make a clicking sound as I walked down the hall.

Then I crept back through the apartment and took one final peek through into the bedroom. Jack was still asleep.

"Bye, Jack," I whispered. As I spoke, emotion welled up inside me. Tears developed in my eyes and silently trickled down my cheeks. My heart pulled towards him again, but the fear of rejection was just too much.

I turned and quickly padded back down the hall, all the way to the door. There were a couple of bolts. The first one shifted easily. The second was stiff. I gritted my teeth and pulled harder. Then it opened with a snap. Shit! That was loud.

Then I pulled the handle. It clunked down with another audible sound, but it didn't open. My wet, sobbing eyes widened with horror; then, I saw a keyhole. Maybe that needed to be unlocked too. My eyes darted around the hall. There was a shelf just to my right with a set of keys. I took a deep breath, wiped the tears from my eyes, and slowly grasped them with my hand.

Then a sound made me freeze. The bedroom door was opening. Then footsteps started to come towards me.

"Elfi, are you okay?" Jack's voice said.

I didn't have words, but I couldn't help but sniffle.

"Elfi, are you leaving?" he said. His voice seemed sad. "Elfi, are you crying?"

My heart pounded in my chest, and my body started to shake. I took a deep breath and turned to face him. More tears streaked down my cheeks.

"Elfi, what's wrong?" he said.

I raised my hands to cover my face and sank down until I was sitting on the floor. I pulled my knees up to my chest and curled up into a ball. The tears came hard and fast. I bawled like an idiot.

I felt Jack crouch down next to me.

"Elfi," he said, with real concern in his voice. "Tell me what's the matter."

"I just want to go," I sobbed.

"Of course you can go if you want to," Jack said. "But why?"

I remained curled up in a ball. I screwed my eyes shut.

"Why?" I whimpered pathetically. "Why? Because that's what I'm meant to do, isn't it? Just go..."

"No, Elfi," Jack said. "Why would I want you to go?"

"Because that's what guys always want me to do," I said. "They fuck me... then tell me to go."

"But I don't want you to go," Jack said.

He reached over and gently touched my hair.

"I want you to stay, Elfi," he said. "Of course, only if you want to stay too."

I gulped and opened my eyes and looked at him. His face was etched with concern.

"But do you just want to have sex with me... or do you want something more?" I said. "It's okay if you just want to have sex with me, I just need to know."

"Well... obviously we've only just met," Jack said. "But I'd been hoping for something a bit more than just sex. You seemed like such a sweet girl, and we'd got on so well. I thought maybe I'd met someone who I finally clicked with."

"Don't say that unless you mean it, Jack," I said.

"I do mean it, Elfi," he said.

I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. Could this be real? Could he actually want me as more than just a fuck toy? My mind struggled to believe it, but I wanted it so badly. I opened my eyes and stared back at Jack. His expression seemed to be one of complete sincerity.

I took a huge gulp.

"Okay," I whispered, on the edge of audibility.

"Okay, what?" said Jack.

"Okay... I'd like to stay," I said. "If I haven't made myself look too crazy."

I studied his face. He showed no expression other than concern.

"I must look like such a psycho right now... but I've been hurt so many times," I said. "So many guys have fucked me and then told me to leave, even ones who seemed nice at first. So when you came along, I didn't want to let myself believe that it would be any different."

"Oh, Elfi," Jack said. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me. I wrapped mine back around him and started to sob all over again.

"Sorry, Jack," I blubbed. "I don't even know why I'm crying now. I'm not usually like this."

Jack ran his big hand up through my hair and gently massaged my scalp.

"I understand," he said. "Sounds like you've had a lot of bad luck in the past."

"You're telling me!" I said back, with a little laugh.

"Come with me," said Jack. "I've got something that might cheer you up. It's Christmas Day. Angels aren't meant to be sad on Christmas Day."

From my tear-streaked face, I gave out a little burst of laughter.

"Okay," I said.

Jack stood up and helped me up to my feet, and then he led me into his kitchen. I hadn't seen that room before, but it was clean and modern, just like the rest of his apartment. On the kitchen table, there was a little gift-wrapped present. Jack picked it up and gave it to me.

"Merry Christmas, Elfi," Jack said. "Here's a little gift for you."

I gave him a puzzled look.

"Jack," I said, wiping tears from my eyes. "How the hell have you got me a present?"

He smiled and laughed.

"You fell asleep pretty quickly last night," he said. "I wrapped it after you'd nodded off."

"Yeah, but how could you even get me something?" I said, completely baffled. "When did you even have the time?"

"Why don't you just open it," he said.

He leaned against the kitchen table and looked at me with a pleased but mischievous expression. I sniffled, bit my lip, and allowed myself a little smile.

I felt the package in my hands. Beneath the wrapping, it felt like there was a cardboard box, but what could be inside it? I weighed it in my hands; it wasn't that heavy. I shook it; it didn't rattle. I cocked my head to the side and laughed in puzzlement.

"What the hell is this?" I said.

"You look so cute when you're confused," Jack said. "Just unwrap it."

"Okay," I said. I carefully took off the paper. It just appeared to be an old cardboard box. I raised an eyebrow.

"Look at what's inside," said Jack, still smiling at me.

I opened the box and extracted the contents.

I gasped.

"Jack!" I cried. "Wow, Jack, I can't believe it!"

It was the koala hat I'd been looking at the day before. Warmth flooded through my body.

"I saw you looking at it before your boss shouted at you the first time last night. You hadn't seen me at that stage, but I'd seen you," Jack said. "You seemed to really like that hat. When you went to the bathroom, just before we left the Christmas Market, I decided to buy it for you."

My mouth hung open in amazement.

"Jack, I don't know what to say!" I squealed. "That's so sweet... I'm just... amazed that you did that for me."

I put the little hat on and beamed with joy. I danced around excitedly, shaking my head from side to side.

"Oh my God, Jack. This is my favorite Christmas present ever!" I said, as my heart glowed inside me.

I launched myself at Jack and wrapped my arms around him. He put his arms around me and pulled me close.

"Do you believe me that I want you to stay now?" he said with a laugh.

"Yes," I panted. My eyes welled up again, but this time with tears of joy.

Then we kissed.

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So that's it, folks! What did you think? Did you enjoy Jack and Elfi's story?

I really appreciate all comments and feedback - whether good or bad. Positive comments keep me motivated to produce more stories. Constructive criticism helps me become a better writer.

If you're interested, I also have other romance-oriented stories with dominant men and submissive t-girls. Go to my profile and check out 'Forbidden Lizzy' or 'Meeting Jenna.' If you liked this story, you'd probably like them too.

Alex :)