Calliope is really great for TM; she tells him he's beautiful, she
initiates acts of intimacy with him, she's a beautiful person both physically
and emotionally, and she's not afraid to tell him what she wants. TM
has never dated anyone like that before. (I suppose all of you knew that,
though, if you've read LG up to this point.) TM once said that what he
needed was a "brazen hussy" to put the moves on him constantly; he now
realizes that all he really needs is a girl who loves him (or thinks she does)
and has a reasonable degree of comfort with her self.
And now, an interesting counterpoint...
aka "TM and a brazen hussy"
This is a story that I would have never thought of telling another living
soul just a few days ago. I don't know why I've decided to tell it, why the
idea of telling it no longer seems so unthinkable to me; I guess it just
seems really fitting in relation to the above.
This is the story of the first, and only, time that TeleMuse groped
Cacophony Uzume; the closest thing he ever did to "hooking up".
It was nearing the end of the last session of the summer camp at which TM
was working and none of the counselors had hooked up yet. That seemed just
sort of wrong to TM; all the summer camp movies which he had ever seen had
made it quite clear that camp counselors were supposed to hook up like mad.
So TM set out to rectify that situation.
The details are sort of hazy, actually; it was night before everyone was
leaving, there was some alcohol involved, if memory serves.
There was definitely a movie involved. Several of the counselors were watching a movie in one of the
commons rooms, a Kevin Smith film, I think, probably "Mallrats". TM was
seated next to Cacophony. He began giving her a backrub at some point, then
a scalp massage. She layed down with her head in his lap and he continued to
massage her scalp. At one point he put his other arm along the back of the
couch with the hand hanging down a little bit towards her waist. As the
night progressed, his hand fell closer and closer towards her, until his
fingers were lightly resting upon her stomach. Cacophony took the initiative
and placed TM's hand under her shirt; he ran his fingers lightly over her
stomach for a while. Cacophony took the initiative again and placed TM's
hand upon her bra; he palpatated her breast through it a bit. This was still
not good enough for her, apparently, as she once again took the initiative
and pushed his hand up under her bra. TM groped Cacophony for a while as she
mashed herself against his hand.
For a while, TM had been filled with the burning need to urinate; he did
not wish to act upon this need because he feared to upset the precarious
balance of groping that was currently being played out. At last, the need
was too great. TM excused himself and ran to use the restroom. When he
returned, Cacophony was on her way back to her room to go to bed. TM was
torn as to whether to follow her to her room and she what her reaction would
be, to see if he could "get more of the same", as it were, but in the end his
shy insecurity led him back to his own bed alone.
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