The Long and the Short of It
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Rape, Lesbian, Heterosexual, Fiction, Safe Sex, Slow,
Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Christopher is leading an ordered and happy life. Then he meets Tina...
Like most January evenings it was cold and drizzly. The bar of the Ancient Mariner provided a welcome contrast. Being a Friday it was crowded, warm and noisy. Christopher Cooper, Barry Thompson and Geoffrey Weedon were propping up the bar and enjoying their customary end of week beer. All three worked in the City for an aircraft reinsurance company, had done so for five or six years, and were close friends. Barry and Geoffrey were both members of Richmond Hockey Club, Barry also playing regularly for Middlesex. Christopher was a rugby player and was the 'uncouth lout' of the trio. He was huge, standing at six foot six and weighing rather over eighteen stone, all of which was bone and muscle. He was a lock forward and played for Blackheath.
There was some shop talk to start worth but that quickly developed into other areas and their usual good-natured teasing of one another. None of them was in a hurry to go home.
In one corner of the bar, in Christopher's line of sight, there was a table of three girls. One of the two facing the trio of young men was a pretty blonde. Sitting beside her was, at first glance, a plain girl with mousy hair but it became apparent that she was the life and soul of the party and her very vivacity made her attractive. The third girl had her back to the three young men but she had a mane of dark red hair that fell almost to her shoulders.
A young man wandered up to their table and started to talk to them. It quickly became apparent that he was not wanted and he moved off again. Christopher watched him idly. It appeared he was on his own.
"On the prowl," thought Christopher amusedly. "Bad luck, chum!"
None of the three friends was in any hurry and, although the first welcome pint went down quite quickly, the next two were consumed at a much more leisurely pace. They never had more than three, one round each. They were in the middle of their second round when the prowler had been dismissed by the girls.
Barry was holding forth about the disappointing performance of the England cricket team in South Africa.
"They've been intimidated by the fast bowlers," he declared. "OK, I'm the last person who would want to face Steyn when he's got his tail up but neither of our openers or the middle order batsman, with one honourable exception, have shown the guts to dig in, wait till he starts to tire and then go for him when they've got their eye in."
"Easier said than done," replied Geoffrey. "When he gets tired they bring on somebody else and they've got strength in depth."
So it went on, each pontificating but not reaching an agreed solution to England's woes.
"More beer," said Christopher which was a welcome suggestion and also served to change the topic of conversation.
They were about a third of the way down that pint when Lothario decided to chance his arm again.
"Look out, guys," said Christopher softly but forcibly. "We may have trouble."
He nodded towards the girls' table. His friends turned. "That guy tried his luck before and was sent away. Now he's tight and trying it again."
Barry grinned. "The man mountain to lead?"
The girls' reaction was much the same as before but the leader said her piece.
"We told you before. We're not interested in you so get lost."
"I coul'n't do tha'. Not with hair like yours, darlin'." He stroked the redhead's hair.
"Go away!" she hissed and pushed at his hand but he kept it there.
Christopher, backed by his friends, moved forward.
"I don't think your advances are welcome," he said quietly.
"Wha' bizness 's it of yours?"
"You're making a nuisance of yourself. These young ladies have told you to go away several times and you have taken no notice of them. Furthermore you're tight so now take some notice of me and leave."
Christopher's reaction was immediate. The hand on the redhead's hair was grasped and twisted behind his back. Christopher's other hand grabbed his collar and all but lifted him off the ground.
"Out!" he hissed.
"Give the needle a shove," said Christopher as he jerked Lothario's arm a little higher and headed him towards the door.
"I'll report you to the police."
"Do that! Drunk and disorderly, sexual harassment. Five witnesses AND I haven't even hit you. I wish you luck."
Another customer opened the door and Christopher shoved Lothario out.
"I wouldn't hang about," he warned.
"Wide choice of words," said Christopher with a grin to everyone in general. There was appreciative laughter.
The three of them moved back to the girls.
"OK now?" Christopher asked.
They all nodded shyly.
"Say thank you to the nice man, Tina," ordered the mousy one.
The redhead stood.
"Thank you," she said. "Thank you very much."
She was tiny, five foot plus or minus with huge blue eyes, a little turned-up nose and very kissable and smiley lips. Christopher towered over her.
He smiled at her. "My pleasure," he said. "Obnoxious prat."
Tina chuckled and Christopher was relieved that she seemed to have got over the incident.
"'Obnoxious'," she said. "Educated word. 'Prat' slang but derived from a sixteenth century word meaning buttocks."
Christopher laughed. "Perhaps I ought to have kicked his prat for good measure."
It was Tina's turn to laugh.
Christopher looked round for a chair, found one and pulled it over.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Tina asked.
Christopher shook his head. "No thanks. I've got to drive home and I'm over the limit already. I'm going to find something to eat so that should act as blotting paper but I certainly don't want to risk anymore."
"How far have you got to go?"
"Only to Blackheath. It's a nice place to live and handy for the rugger club."
"Ah!" she replied. "That tallies. With your size you looked like a rugger player but you don't look as though you've got a broken nose."
They both grinned.
"Where do you live?"
Tina looked down for a moment. "Bromley."
"Ooh! Smart suburbia."
Tina shook her head. "Bromley by Bow. East End."
"Not very salubrious," thought Christopher.
"How are you getting home?"
"Tube and walk a couple of hundred yards."
"And you do that every day?"
"Not much fun on dark evenings."
"No." It was a whisper.
"Right! I'm going to make it my responsibility to see you to and from work every day while the dark evenings last."
"You can't do that."
"Yes I can." He did not say anything about tiny, very attractive girls. "I can then nip through the Blackwall Tunnel and bingo!"
Tina studied him silently. Such an offer could lead to trouble but she could read no ulterior motive in his eyes. In fact, despite his size they were warm, gentle and concerned.
"Thank you," she almost whispered.
He smiled gently. "Good. Thank you, Tina, because otherwise I'd have worried about you."
Tina said nothing as she studied his face again. "You're a good man," she said softly.
He grinned. "I wouldn't bet on it."
"I won't because I don't know the odds."
Christopher laughed delightedly and Tina joined him.
They realised that the rest of the group was silent, watching them. Christopher immediately felt, and looked, embarrassed. Tina took it in her stride.
"Sorry for being selfish," she said, "but I had to give my saviour my full attention. Now, this," indicating the mousy girl, "is Merle and blondylocks is Tania. We all work at a firm of solicitors who specialise in business and finance. I'm not allowed to tell you the name in case you start sending us spam emails."
That caused laughter, as it was supposed to.
Christopher introduced his two friends also claiming anonymity which produced further laughter.
The party went on for another twenty minutes or so. There did not seem to be the rapport between the other four that had developed between Tina and Christopher but nevertheless everyone seemed at ease and to be enjoying each other's company.
"Now then, ma'amselle," said Christopher to Tina, "I was serious about blotting paper. There's a jolly good pizza place just down the road. Are you going to eat too or just sit and watch me make a pig of myself?"
"Pig with you."
He smiled delightedly. "Great!"
As they left they spotted Lothario hovering. Although drunk he retained sufficient sense to realise that he was not going to get anywhere and slunk off.
Tina squeezed Christopher's arm. "Thanks again," she said.
They made their way to the pizzeria. It was crowded and they had to wait twenty minutes before their orders were taken but that was fine. They had no difficulty about talking to each other.
"So are you a legal beagle or an administrator?" Christopher asked.
"Neither. I'm training to be an accountant."
"Are you just? Just starting or some way along the line?"
"I'm doing the ACA Level 3 course at the moment."
"How many levels are there?"
"Six and sixteen exams before you're a fully fledged Chartered Accountant but after level 3 I could be considered for Deputy Accounts Manager and earning thirty-five grand or more."
"Not to be sniffed at in your mid-twenties."
"Nope!" She smiled happily.
"Have you got a degree?"
"Yes. Accounting and Finance at Leeds as part of the ACA training scheme."
"Good for you. I have absolutely no qualifications apart from the City exam which thousands of people have taken."
"So how did you get into aircraft reinsurance?"
"Friend of the family."
"It does indeed. Not only do I get paid reasonably but I enjoy the work and have made some good friends like Barry and Geoffrey. Are Merle and Tania doing the same as you?"
"Yes but they're a year ahead of me."
They were shown to a table at that moment and ordered their pizzas which arrived minutes later. There was silence as they both tucked in. It was clear to Christopher that Tina was very hungry. He offered her more.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Quite. I'm going to."
"I'm not sure I could eat a whole one."
"Nor could I. Let's get a whole one and cut it in half.
Tina smiled delightedly.
"What do you do in your spare time apart from playing rugby?"
"Not a lot in the winter. Apart from playing on Saturdays there are training sessions on Tuesday and Thursday evenings."
"What time are they? Do you have to leave work early?"
"No. They don't start until seven-thirty and go on until nine. Then we normally go and have a pint and a pie before falling into bed."
"What about the summer?"
"Ah that's different. I go to a concert once or twice a fortnight and then do a bunk home most weekends unless there's a party or increasingly now a wedding."
"Have you got a girlfriend?"
He shook his head. "No, quite a number of girl friends but no permanent fixture. Why? Were you thinking of applying?" he asked with a grin.
Despite the grin Tina flushed and shook her head vigorously.
Christopher laughed heartily. "You asked for that," he teased.
Tina had recovered sufficiently. "No I didn't. I was just interested. It wouldn't work anyway. I only come up to your tummy button."
He nodded solemnly but his eyes were dancing. "If you change your mind I'll buy you some stilts."
She pointed her fork at him. "You're asking to get this jabbed in your prat."
They both exploded with laughter.
"What sort of concerts do you go to?" she asked when they had pulled themselves together.
"Choral when I can then piano and after that orchestral."
"Oh wow! That sounds a lot of fun. No violin or horn concertos?"
"Oh Lord yes but choral and piano, solo or accompanied, are my favourites."
"I can understand that but strings are my favourite instruments. Do you play anything?"
He shook his head. "I used to sing a bit. I was in my school choir."
"So did I. I joined the university choral society. I enjoyed it."
"I bet. Have you thought of doing it again now?"
She shook her head and looked down.
"Going out at night from a rather unsavoury area?"
"I understand entirely," he said gently.
She smiled crookedly at him and looked as though she was going to say something but then bit her lip and looked down again.
"Right, miss, shall we be on our way?"
Christopher paid their bill wagging his finger at her when she offered to go halves. "I bounced you into it. I pay," he said.
"Yessir. Thank you, sir." She gave him one of her proper smiles.
He led her to his car and they set off with her giving him directions.