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"Tropic of Eros" - Chapter 22 of ??
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"Everyone... I have an announcement to make," Devon said
to the trio of Pamela, Trish and Amy, as well as Kristanna
and yours truly, as all of us were seated at the dinner table
on this glorious Friday evening. With Kristanna perched upon
my lap as I embraced her from behind, Devon clinked a spoon
against an empty glass and cooed, "I have an announcement!"
"What is it?" Trish wondered.
"Yeah... what's up?" Amy inquired.
Devon looked at Kristanna and me, then smiled and told
the others, "Today is a wonderful day! It is a special day.
I am very honored to be the one who announces to all of you
that Krissy and Jeremy are officially engaged!" Throughout
the dining room, mouths dropped and loud sighs were abound
as Devon concluded, "They are getting married!"
"REALLY?" Amy gushed, looking at us.
"Congratulations!" Trish exclaimed, leaning over and
sharing a friendly embrace with Kristanna. I decided to
join in on the fun by making it a three-way embrace.
When Trish pulled away from us, I noticed that her face
was alive with joy and enthusiasm. "When is the big day?"
"We don't know yet," Kristanna, who had been glowing
since I popped the surprise question hours ago, responded.
"It doesn't really matter right now. All that matters is
that Jeremy and I are getting married!" She turned her head
and planted a kiss upon my lips. "I'm so excited!"
Overcome with happiness, Trish shook a finger at me and
said, "Remember what I told you last week, Jeremy? I said
that Kristanna was a PERFECT match for you. Remember?"
"Of course I remember," I nodded, smiling from ear-to-ear.
Needless to say, _I_ was glowing, too.
"Isn't this kind of sudden?" Amy commented, her green eyes
focused upon me. "I mean, until earlier this week, you and
Kristanna were FRIENDS. Now you're getting married? HELLO?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I know it sounds crazy, but it
is meant to be. Kristanna and I have known each other for
five years and running. We know each other inside and out.
I know her good enough - and she knows me good enough - that
we think this is a very well-informed decision on our part."
"Krissy and Jeremy make a wonderful couple!" Devon said.
"I cannot believe that it took me five years to realize
that Kristanna was the woman I have searched my entire life
for," I told the group. "She has always been right there -
underneath my nose - but I never really knew it until just a
few days ago." As she sat in my lap, I squeezed my fiancee
a bit tighter from behind and added, "I love this girl with
all of my heart. She the perfect woman to me. I have..."
My heartfelt comments were interrupted by the sound of a
chair being pushed out from underneath the table. I glanced
all around the dining room, then looked on with a concerned
expression as Pamela angrily threw her napkin down and got
out of her chair. "Excuse me," Pamela said in a terse, hurt
tone. "But I'm not hungry anymore. I have to go." With
that, Pamela turned and stormed out of the dining room.
All of the remaining ladies looked at each other in total
confusion because of the uncharacteristic display of emotion
that Pamela had just put on for us. Soon, however, all eyes
were trained upon me. I had no answer for any of them.
"Pamela is still in love with you, Jeremy," Amy theorized.
She pointed at my newfound fiancee and continued, "I believe
that in Pamela's mind, she should be sitting in your lap now.
Not Kristanna - if you know what I mean."
Devon shook her head at me in defiance and stated, "You
and Krissy belong together. You're the perfect couple."
"Pamela ended her relationship with Jeremy earlier this
week," Trish chimed in. "She cannot claim him anymore."
"Pamela DID NOT end their relationship," Amy corrected
Trish. "All she did was ask for a little space. But instead
of a little space, she got the whole universe." Amy focused
upon me and kept talking, "You have distanced yourself as far
away from Pamela as possible over the past three or four
days. All she did was ask for a little space. But you,
Jeremy... you have shut her out of your life completely.
Last weekend, you and Pamela were the hot couple. You were
acting like husband-and-wife. Now, just days later, you are
engaged to Kristanna and Pamela, it seems, is nothing but a
distant, fading memory to you." Amy shook her head at me
and ended, "How do you think that makes Pamela feel?"
"Let me go and talk to Pamela," Kristanna said, trying to
squirm out of my grasp. But I would not let her.
"No," I countered. "Let me." Kristanna looked as if she
was about to cry, but I soothed her emotions with a kiss on
the cheek, followed by another on the forehead. "Everything
will be okay, sweetheart. It will be fine. Trust me?"
Kristanna nodded her head, although she still appeared to
be quite distraught. "Yes... I trust you. I always have."
Once Kristanna emerged from my lap, I got up from the
table and went searching for Pamela. Before vanishing from
the premises, though, I watched Devon take Kristanna into
her arms and offer her a warm and loving embrace. Trish sat
motionless at the table with a shell-shocked expression,
while Amy was eyeing me with a fierce, intent glare. I got
the distinct impression that she was quite angry at me.
* * *
"Pamela..." I said after five minutes of searching the
mansion, only to find her in the elegant theater room.
Nestled side-ways upon a chair with her legs curled over
the right armrest, Pamela looked despondent and lifeless.
"Pamela? What is wrong with you? Pamela?..."
After several seconds of silence, the 28-year-old took a
deep breath and finally looked up at me. "Does this room
have any sort of special significance for you, Jeremy?"
"The movie room?"
"Last Saturday night," Pamela reminded me, apparently
trying to hold back an onslaught of tears. "Last Saturday
night, Jeremy. Just six days ago."
I nodded my head at her. "We had that incredible talk
here in the movie room."
"A talk that lasted for six hours," Pamela sniped in a
bitter, hurt voice. "It was the best night of my life
because, for the first time in a very long time, I felt
like an actual human being. I wasn't an object that night
like I am used to being at the strip club where I work."
Pamela shook her head at me. "You made me feel special,
Jeremy. You made me feel important. You... you... you
said that you... that you love me."
"Nothing has changed," I told her. "You are still a
very special person. An important person. I do not care
what your job is, or how many people you were forced to
put yourself on display in front of in order to get along
and survive in life. It does not define you as a person,
or make you a bad person. And no matter what happens, I
still care about you, Pamela. I always will."
She shook her head at me once again. "You don't care
about me, Jeremy. You never did..."
I offered her a quizzical expression. "What? Why? How
can you say that to me, Pamela? How?"
"Because it's the truth!" the young woman spat out,
curling both arms around her front as if she was shivering.
"I asked you for a little distance in our relationship this
past Tuesday because I felt we were becoming too close too
fast. But I couldn't have been further from the truth."
"What do you mean?"
"If you loved me, Jeremy, you would not have discarded me
like an unwelcome piece of trash!" Pamela exclaimed in
response. "You have not said ONE WORD to me since Tuesday!"
"I thought you wanted your space..."
"I did not want you to ignore me completely!" she erupted,
her eyes bulging, her nostrils flaring. "THAT SAME NIGHT, I
went to your room. I wanted to talk to you and clarify a few
things. But what do I see when I get there? You were with
Kristanna... and the two of you were talking about how much
in love you are with each other!" Pamela lowered her gaze
for a moment, then locked onto my face once again. "Earlier
that day, you were saying the SAME, EXACT things to ME!"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I meant everything I said..."
"No you didn't!" Pamela retorted. "No you didn't! If
you loved me, Jeremy, and really cared for me... you would
not be engaged to Kristanna just three days after I ask for
some space! And then... just minutes ago, you get in front
of everyone and call Kristanna your _perfect woman_. YOU
FED ME THAT SAME LINE OF _BULLSHIT_ THREE DAYS AGO!"
I could not believe that Pamela was screaming at me in
such a manner. This warm-hearted and very cerebral woman -
who rarely let her emotions show - was giving me an earful.
The more I thought about it, though, the more I felt as if I
deserved this kind of verbal beat-down. Pamela was right.
But I had some legitimate reasons for my recent actions.
Instead of raising my voice at her in return and making
this a full-blown argument, I sighed and spoke in a peaceful
tone, "You did ask me for some space, Pamela. But I did not
take it that way. What I inferred from it was that you did
not want to see me anymore. It was the kiss of death to me."
Pamela flailed her right hand about and hissed, "If I did
not want to see you anymore, Jeremy, I would have said so!
Why did you lie to me? I thought you were honest! I THOUGHT
YOU WERE HONEST, JEREMY! You said all those nice things to
me... it was a lie! ALL OF IT WAS A LIE!"
"I did not lie to you, Pamela..."
"YES YOU DID!"
"No I didn't..."
"YES YOU DID!"
"I freely admit that I look very bad in being engaged to
Kristanna just three days after you asked for your space," I
stressed to Pamela, although my voice was still very calm and
cordial. "I admit that. But Kristanna and I... we had some
extraordinary circumstances that led us up to being engaged.
She has been in my life for five years. I did not know just
how much Kristanna meant to me until three days ago."
"More than I ever meant to you!" Pamela exclaimed.
"I never said that..."
"You said Kristanna was PERFECT!"
"I think that you are perfect, too."
"HOW? KRISTANNA AND I ARE NOT _CLONES_!"
"You and Kristanna are both perfect, but in different
ways," I told her. "Pamela sweetheart, I NEVER once lied to
you. Everything that I have said to you was the God's honest
truth. I love you. I STILL love you. I think you are so
much better than what your job typifies you to be. I think
you are so much better than you give yourself credit for.
You are so incredibly warm, so nice and loving. You have so
much in your heart to give. You're an angel to me."
Pamela appeared as if she was ready to cry. "Then how
come y-you are marrying Kr-Kristanna? Tell me that!"
"Because I love Kristanna," I answered. "But certainly,
that does not mean I don't love you. I do love you, Pamela.
I want Kristanna in my life. I want to devote myself to her.
But I would also like to have YOU in my life."
Pamela looked at me through narrow eyes. "What... what
exactly are you saying to me?"
"I want you to stay on the island with me forever and
ever and ever, Pamela. I want Devon to stay. I want Trish
to stay, Amy to stay. I want all of you to stay."
Pamela appeared angry again. "You want a HAREM!"
I shook my head at her. "No, I don't want a harem. I
want to give all of you girls - you, Kristanna, Devon, Trish
and Amy - the absolute best life possible. I fully believe
that all of you would be happier with me than anyone else -
or anywhere else - in the whole, wide world. Why? Because
I would see to it that all of you are treated the way you
should be treated - as angels. From the time I wake up in
the morning until the time I go to sleep at night, my goal in
life would be to see that all of you girls have are happy."
Pamela almost laughed at me. "Do you honestly believe
that you could take care of and satisfy five women?"
"I seem to be doing a pretty good job thus far," was my
response. "Aside from a couple of bad apples in Lindsay and
Stephanie, I think these three weeks have been wonderful."
She placed both hands on her hips and snapped, "I thought
you brought all of us here to find your future wife!"
"I did."
"Now you want FIVE wives?"
I chuckled. "I fully realize that not all five of you
are going to stay. Kristanna is going to stay, obviously,
and I think there is a good chance Devon will as well. I
cannot gauge Trish's interest level yet because she was so
focused upon Lindsay, and is now heartbroken over everything
that happened to her. Amy? I don't know about Amy. I do
not think that she is into the idea of commitment."
"So you want THREE wives, then?"
I chuckled yet again. "Pamela, I want what is best for
you. But even more importantly than that, I want what makes
YOU happy - as an individual. From everything you have told
me since you came here to visit, you are not happy in life.
You've been a stripper for nine years. You want out, but
there is no place to go because no job will pay you anywhere
close to what you earn now. You don't want to go back to
being the french fry girl at _McDonald's_ like you were in
high school. That is not a job for a smart and beautiful
28-year-old woman such as yourself. Plus, you are lonely,
and you are depressed. Being a stripper has ruined your
outlook on people and how they perceive you." I swung my
hand out and added, "All of that is in the past now. I do
not look at you as a stripper. I look at you the same way I
do Kristanna - as an angel. Give me a chance, and I promise
you that I will do everything in my power to see to it that
you are happy and taken care of in life - in every facet."
Pamela slumped in her chair. "With Kristanna and Devon
too? You want all of us to be a family, right? Everything
you just said to me sounds wonderful, Jeremy. Everything,
that is, except the fact that I would have to share you with
two other women - if not more. That's not right."
"What is the one thing you want more than anything else
in life, Pamela? What is the one thing you have always
dreamed about having? True, unconditional love. Total love.
Knock-down, drag-out, break-down-the-walls type of love.
You want to be loved for the person that is inside you. Not
because of the way you look, or because you can dance and
gyrate like no ones' business when music starts playing.
You want to be loved for the person that is inside of you."
"Yes, I do..." she gently murmured.
"I can do that, Pamela. I DO love you. I love you for
WHO you are... not WHAT you are."
"What can I give you, Pamela? I can give you all the
love and compassion that you could ever handle. No one -
and I mean NO ONE - will ever love you the same way I do.
No one. It would be impossible. Or more than I do. I
would treat you the same, exact way that I treat Kristanna.
You would be a princess to me. An angel. I would do
whatever it took to make you happy. Whatever it took."
I paused for a brief moment and then added, "What CAN'T
I give to you? What CAN'T I provide you with? I cannot
give you a one-on-one relationship. Things are different
now because of how Kristanna has stepped into my life. But
a one-on-one relationship is it. That is the only thing
that I cannot give to you. Everything else, though..."
"But think about it, dear. Think about it. Say if we
had a typical one-on-one relationship... I wouldn't love
you anymore than I do now. I would not want to be with you
anymore than I do now. I could make you so happy if you
just give me the chance. But Kristanna and most likely Devon
have to be included, too. I'm not asking you to marry me,
Pamela, or marry us. All I'm really asking for is a chance.
You have seven more weeks here. Get to know Kristanna. Get
to know Devon. All of us could be really happy together. I
would not say this to you if I did not think it was true."
Pamela shook her head. "This is insane..."
"I can't lay it out to you any simpler than this," I said
to Pamela. "Give us a chance, dear. Let me love you. Let
me treat you the way that you DESERVE to be treated. Let me
put a smile on your face, and make sure it stays there EVERY
SINGLE DAY from now until the end of eternity. All of your
problems would be in the past, and they'd STAY in the past."
"At the very least, give it a chance. Please. Kristanna
would not have any problems accepting you into our lives. I
know that you are already friends with Devon, so a foundation
has been established there. Just a chance, Pamela. Please.
I want the opportunity to make you happy. Please!"
"You make it sound all so nice and wonderful," Pamela
offered, her body shivering as she curled both arms across
her chest. "But... but I just... I just don't know."
"What is there not to know?"
"What?" Pamela retorted, her nerves wavering. "Because I
still can't get past the thought that I would only be able to
spend one-third the time that a normal wife does with her
husband. One-on-one time, I mean. It doesn't seem right!"
"That is the one thing I cannot give you... yes," I told
her. "But I could give you everything else that you have
ever dreamed of having in your life. And so much more. All
of the things I have said to you in the past... nothing has
changed. I never once lied to you. I'm offering you the
ultimate opportunity to change your life, Pamela, and make
it better. A chance to be happy. That is all you have ever
wanted in life - to be happy. I could make you happy. I am
offering you the chance to be loved... to be cherished."
"Oh God..." Pamela shrieked, suddenly losing control of
her emotions. "Oh, I want to... I want to! But... but..."
"But what?"
Pamela vehemently shook her head. "I can't decide yet!
I need time to think everything over!"
"Take all the time you want, dear."
"Marriages are not supposed to have three or four people
in them!" she exclaimed. "Relationships aren't, either!"
I patted my chest and told her, "I got a lot of love in
this heart of mine. I could love you, Kristanna and - if
she wants to stay - Devon at the same time, and treat you
all like the princesses that you are."
"I'm not a princess, Jeremy," Pamela said, breaking up a
bit as she shook her head. "I'm a stripper..."
"You're a princess who is stuck in a bad job," I corrected
her. "You know what, Pamela? You don't have to accept my
offer of staying with us. I just want you to do what makes
you happy. But... guess what? If you decide to return to
Maryland... you're worried about finding a job as a teacher
in the future because of your current profession. You told
me last week, sweetheart, that you have went to college to
get your teaching degree for so many years. But you worry
that no school would hire you if they learn you were once a
stripper - no matter how qualified you are."
"What I will do - IF you choose to go back to Maryland -
is I will have a private school built in whatever town you
want. I will own it, and whomever I hire to manage and
operate it... I will make sure that he or she hires YOU and
keeps YOU as an employee. Provided, of course, that you
finish college and get your teaching degree."
"That's crazy, Jeremy!" she protested. "Open up a private
school just so I can teach at it? Think of the cost!"
"What's crazy about it?" I asked, shrugging my shou4lders.
"Don't worry, I can afford it. I want to see your dreams
come true, Pamela - whatever you choose to do. You can stay
with us on the island, as I said, or you can go home, and I
will personally see to it that you become a teacher. You
will not have to worry about hiding your past from potential
employers. You're going to be happy, Pamela. One way or
the other, you are going to be happy. I will see to it."
"Oh God..." Pamela moaned, a myriad of emotions suddenly
overcoming her face. I am quite certain that no man - or
woman, for that matter - had ever spoken to her this way.
No one ever wanted to give this much effort in making Pamela
happy. I could see it in her stunned expression.
"You made my dreams come true, Pamela, by taking time out
of your life to spend it with me here on this island. You
and all of the other girls made my dreams come true. Now, I
am going to do my best to return the favor. For not only
you, but everyone else, too - Devon, Trish and Amy."
I reached out and tightly grasped Pamela's left hand with
my right, and looked into her tear-stained eyes. "Remember
what I said, sweetheart - whatever makes you happy. I WANT
you to stay and be a part of my life. Our lives. I know,
as I said, that Kristanna would welcome you with open arms.
I see no reason why Devon wouldn't either - again, providing
she decides to stay. We could make you so happy, Pamela."
"Or, you could go back home to Maryland. Your choice.
If so, your dream of becoming a teacher one day will come
true. I will see to it. I just want you to do what makes
you happy, dear. Whatever you decide, do it for yourself.
Don't do it for me, Kristanna or Devon, or even Trish or
Amy... just do it for yourself. Do what YOU want."
I patted her on the hand and gently kissed it. "Take
some time to think about it. You have seven more weeks.
There is no rush, and I'm not going to pressure you at all.
Just do what makes YOU happy. What YOU want. That's all."
"Are you positive that Kristanna would not mind?" she
asked, her voice cracking. I must have gotten to Pamela...
"Kristanna is not one bit possessive, or the jealous
type," I stressed to her. "I will ask her to be certain,
but I already know what her answer will be."
I cupped Pamela's face with my right hand, smiled, and
then turned around. I began walking away to leave her alone
with her thoughts, but her voice stopped me.
"Jeremy?"
"What?" I asked, glancing back over my shoulder at her.
"Congratulations."
"What for?"
"Your engagement."
I nodded at her. "Thank you."
* * *
"I know how much Pamela means to you, Jeremy," Kristanna
said later that evening, as the two of us relaxed upon the
bed in my personal suite. Laying flat on my back, I gazed
up at the ceiling as Kristanna, who was nestled beside me,
rubbed her right hand over and across my chest. "I also
know that if Pamela did not ask for some SPACE from you, she
would still be first and foremost in your life. I would
have never told you about my feelings."
"I'm glad you did, though," I told her, smiling faintly.
"I really am. I do love Pamela, Kristanna. I could grow to
love Devon, though she and I have still yet to really get
together and talk. But you are, without any doubt at all,
my clear-cut favorite. I really want Pamela to stay and be
a part of our lives. But you could make me happy all by
yourself, peaches. Believe me - you really could."
Kristanna smiled at my heartfelt, genuine remarks. "You
could make me happy too, Jeremy. But you know how crazy and
insane I am over Devvy. I REALLY want her to stay with us,
too. Not just stay with us, but spend the rest of her life
with us. You are the perfect man in my eyes, Jeremy, but
Devvy is the perfect woman. Call me greedy - I want both.
But that does not mean I love you any less, or that I would
not be happy with just you. I want Devvy in our lives the
same way you want Pamela."
"You would not object to Pamela committing to us?"
"Hmmmmm... let me see," Kristanna mused, tapping a finger
upon her mouth as if she was deep in thought. "A beautiful
and sexy woman, with a gentle nature and a kind heart, who -
although she may not admit it - is ALMOST as hungry for
pussy as I am." Kristanna giggled, then nodded her head.
"I have no problems if Pamela wants to stay with us!"
"I remember you having sex with Pamela during that big
all-girl orgy," I countered. "Just after Pamela did that
striptease atop the dining room table. Do you remember?"
Kristanna nodded her head once again. "Yes, I do. Pamela
and I made a Lindsay sandwich. We really throttled that
little brat. I do admit - it was a lot of fun." Kristanna
pouted at me in an exaggerated manner and whined, "Jeremy, I
am hungry. Do you have anything for me?"
"I can get something from the kitchen. A sandwich?"
Kristanna's depressed expression suddenly turned playful.
"I need me some VULVA."
"Some vulva?" I laughed at her. "Since when did you
become all technical when referring to a pussy?"
"I really want some vulva tonight," Kristanna pouted,
again putting on one of her comedic performances for me.
"But Devvy-wevvy-girl is with kissy-Trishy, and Pammy-kins
is sharing a room with assey-Amy. What am I to do?"
"Pammy-kins?" I chuckled. "Oh, Pamela would LOVE that
name. Call her anything but Pamela and she gets uptight,
and corrects you almost immediately."
"I know what you mean," Kristanna giggled. "I called her
_Pam_ once, and got an immediate _Pamela_ from her. I do
not care what people call me - Kristanna, Krissy, Kris, even
Krista or Kristy. Any variation is fine."
"Kristanna is such a pretty name, though," I countered.
"That is what I call you 95 percent of the time."
"Peaches," my fiancee smirked. "You call me _peaches_."
"You're sweet as a peach," I informed her. "Name fits."
"I'll call you _cough syrup_ from now on."
I raised my eyebrows at her. "Cough syrup?"
"I'm sweet as a peach. You are sour like cough syrup."
I shook my head as Kristanna laughed at her own joke.
"At least you didn't call me Valdemar again. Assey-Amy you
called Amy... is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
"A good thing, most definitely!" Kristanna responded.
"Amy has a great ass, you know, and loves to show if off."
I gazed into Kristanna's eyes and then kissed her on the
lips. "You have a great ass too. A great everything."
The 24-year-old laughed yet again. "Look at what our
conversation has deteriorated into. Asses!"
"You are positive that you have no objections to Pamela
committing to us? I want to be certain that it is okay."
"What have I always said to you, Jeremy? I just want you
to be happy. That is all I have ever wanted."
I traded a series of smiles with Kristanna, then hugged
her. "Thank you, dear. I hope that Pamela stays."
"Tomorrow is going to be a Devvy and Jeremy kind of day,"
Kristanna proclaimed once our embrace came to an end. "I
want you to take Devvy out after breakfast, and stay with
her all day long. Go someplace on the island. Anywhere.
Just spend some time with her away from everyone else. Do
me that favor, Jeremy. Spend the day with Devvy."
"I'd rather you tag along for the ride too, peaches."
She shook her head at me. "No. I'd like to, obviously,
but I want you and Devvy to be alone. That girl is really
attracted to you, Jeremy. I mean, REALLY attracted to you.
If you got to know Devvy, I think you would love her just
like I do. In fact, I know you would. I just know it!"
"Devon does seem like a sweetheart," I nodded. "I like
what I have seen of her thus far - that is for sure."
"I keep asking you to spend time with her, but you keep
getting sidetracked somehow," Kristanna mused. "No more.
Not tomorrow. It will be a Devvy and Jeremy kind of day!"
"Very well," I nodded. "I'll stay with her all day."
"Good!" the Norwegian chirped, pressing her lips to mine
for a loving, pleasure-filled kiss. "Hmmmmm."
I smiled. "Tonight, though... it is a Krissy and Jeremy
type of night. You and me. I am gonna give you something
special tonight. You are all I want tonight." Soon, my
mouth closed over top of hers for another kiss.
Kristanna moaned with arousal as I then began to grope and
massage her breasts with both of my hands, kneading the ripe,
taut flesh through the thin night-shirt she had on. A mere
instant later, Kristanna's hands were roaming my back - her
fingernails scraping my own skin in a tantalizing manner -
as she returned my heated kiss with one of her own.
As things began to intensify between us, I rolled on top
of Kristanna and really beared down on her mouth with my own.
My tongue had shifted into high gear, and suddenly I was
kissing her with mad passion and unquenchable lust.
The 24-year-old vixen responded to my strong advances by
wrapping her arms around my shoulders, and squeezing tightly.
I tilted my face to the side, allowing myself better access
to her mouth. Then, I literally jammed my tongue clear down
her luscious, velvety throat - wanting to taste all of her.
As a result, Kristanna moaned and sighed in delight.
The erotic sounds subsided momentarily as I broke off our
shared kiss, only to press my mouth to her neck and nibble
away upon it. Kristanna purred out in satisfaction as she
brought her hands to my head, and ran her fingers throughout
my hair. She tilted her head backward upon the mattress,
allowing me better access to her tender, delicate neck.
"Oh yes... I like that," the lust bunny cooed out. "Oh
yes, Jeremy... that feels so good. I like that a lot."
"I like it too, sweetheart," I breathed, while in the
process of literally devouring her neck. Soon, I slid a
bit lower and nibbled upon her collarbone and shoulder.
Kristanna let out another squeal as I lifted her thin
night-shirt up, and over her head, exposing her firm, bare
breasts. My mouth went lower once again, but this time came
to a halt once reaching one of those ripe, juicy nipples.
Obviously, Kristanna had foregone the use of a bra. I was
delighted that she did not have any panties on, either...
Kristanna cooed and sighed in approval as I squeezed that
breast with my right hand, while taking its nipple into my
mouth. I trapped the sensitive bud between my teeth and
tugged on it ever-so-gently, while flicking my tongue over
and across it in a continual, leisurely manner.
I continued paying oral homage to that breast for quite
some time, until offering Kristanna's lush cleavage a full
swipe with my tongue. I did it once more, then moved my
mouth even lower and dabbed my tongue in-and-out of
Kristanna's belly button several times in succession.
"Are you going where I think you're going?" my princess
asked me, a happy tent to her squealy voice.
"You're very perceptive, dear," I replied, before snaking
my head between her thighs and offering her exposed slit a
full, sweeping lick with my tongue. Kristanna's body tensed
as she growled in response, and then she dug her fingers into
my scalp once more and massaged me there.
"It's all pink and pretty down here," I quietly mused,
giving the young woman's slit another lash with my tongue.
"All pink and pretty... and VERY delicious."
Once my tongue started swirling in a continual fashion
upon her tiny nub of a clitoris, Kristanna's body tensed and
she let out a series of loud, hoarse moans. Those sounds of
of passion and sheer arousal were absolute music to my ears.
Kristanna squealed as I latched onto her hips with both
hands, holding them tightly. Soon, she clamped her thighs
together around my head - which I LOVE - and let out her
loudest, most intense growl of passion yet.
"You like that, honey?" I asked, my tongue only pausing
long enough to say those words.
"Hmmmmm..." was the sound Kristanna offered in return.
I chuckled and said, "I'll take that in a positive way."
An instant later, I added two fingers to the mix as they
joined forces with my tongue. It was at this time when
Kristanna and her sounds of arousal became more prevalent
and continuous. Again, it was music to my ears.
With Kristanna's fingers knotted in my hair, she soon
clamped her muscular thighs even tighter around my head and
really started to bellow out her passion. Her knees bent,
she placed her feet upon my back and used it as a way to
lift her body, and arch her own back high off the bed.
When I added a third finger to the hot, erotic parade,
Kristanna simply lost control of herself.
Her screams and cries of passion flooded my senses as the
orgasmic juices flowed from within her pussy. Of course, I
lapped up all that delicious nectar with my tongue. I can
say nothing about her juice, except for it had a very sweet
taste. But what else would one expect from Kristanna?
Once the blonde's body finally settled back down upon the
mattress, she released that vise-grip with her thighs (around
my head) and let out a content, satisfied sigh.
"Oh wow..." Kristanna murmured as I withdrew my head from
the joining of her thighs. "That was wonderful, Jeremy."
"It was for a wonderful person, dear," I said, leaning up
and offering her mouth a slow, languid kiss. "You." I gave
her another kiss and mused, "There you go. That's twice in
one day that I went oral on you. Remember what you said when
we were together earlier? I hardly ever go oral on you."
Kristanna giggled. "Twice in one day... I'm impressed."
She then grasped my rock-solid erection through the trousers
I wore and pumped it rather harshly. "Hmmmmm... maybe it
is time for me to re-pay you for going oral on me."
Kristanna hesitated for a moment, her eyes trained upon my
face, then pressed her lips to mine and kissed me in the most
tender of fashions. Within my body, a sense of unspeakable
love seemed to wash over me all at once. I cannot even begin
to stress what this incredible woman meant to me.
"Hmmmmm..." the gorgeous blonde purred, withdrawing her
lips from mine for a short second. Kristanna heightened the
intensity upon my cock, however, gripping and squeezing it
roughly through the pair of trousers I had on.
She offered me another kiss, then pulled back and studied
my face for a moment. I am quite positive that Kristanna saw
a look of lust and undying devotion in my eyes. She enjoyed
it, too, because her lips were soon kissing mine yet again.
"Oh God..." I moaned against our kiss, as she unbuttoned
my trousers and dug her right hand down deep into them. A
sudden rush of pleasure coursed throughout my body as she
then slid that hand into my briefs, and found the naked flesh
of my throbbing cock. Kristanna busily frigged it while
slipping her warm, soft tongue into my mouth for a taste.
At the same time, she rose to her feet, but kept her lips to
mine by maintaining by a full, bent-over posture.
With her left hand, Kristanna grasped my right and pulled
it toward one of her taut, heavenly breasts. She placed my
hand upon it and offered a soft nudge, which instinctively
caused me to cup and squeeze the lovely mound of flesh.
She broke our kiss and offered me a very playful smile.
Kristanna then pecked my cheek with her lips, and trailed
them down to my neck. Shivers resulted as she nibbled upon
the sensitive skin of my neck, her hand still frigging my
erection. My hand, however, seemed to lose contact with
her breast. That was unfortunate.
Then, I growled like a madman as Kristanna slowly but
surely dropped to her knees in front of me. She reached
upward and placed her right hand upon my chest, then trailed
it all the way down to my waist in a very sensuous manner.
"Just call this my late, after-dinner snack," Kristanna
cooed, pulling my trousers and briefs downward.
"Oh God..." I moaned once more, as my hard cock sprung
out and wobbled before Kristanna's adoring, blue eyes.
Grinning, she offered me one more glance before latching
onto my shaft with her hand and squeezing it firmly.
"You could have this from me, as well as Devvy and Pamela,
every single night of your life from now on," the vibrant
enchantress purred, an instant before opening her mouth and
literally swallowing the full length of my cock into it. I
tossed my head back and moaned wildly as Kristanna began to
bob back-and-forth upon my aching member, her hot, skillful
mouth working my entire body into a passionate frenzy.
Perched upon her knees here in the bedroom, Kristanna was
absolutely ravenous and insatiable, her velvety mouth gliding
back-and-forth upon my erection as if it were her first meal
in days. Indeed, Kristanna was the perfect woman for me.
Sounds of pure passion and hunger were emanating from deep
within her throat as her blonde head continued on with its
wicked, non-stop bobbing motion. Soon, I had to place both
hands behind me and lean upon the bed. Without its support,
I may have toppled over.
There were so many emotions running throughout my body at
this moment in time. The reason for that, of course, was
because I loved Kristanna so very much. I wanted to spend
the rest of my life with her! Why did it take me such a long
time to finally arrive at that realization?
Kristanna gripped the base of my cock with her right hand
and squeezed it roughly, her pretty eyes flashing with hot
desire as she withdrew my length from the confines of her
mouth. The 24-year-old looked up at me and smiled warmly.
Now, Kristanna seemed to know that she had me curled around
her finger - as if she did not know it already.
"Oh yes," Kristanna grinned, her hand now a blur as she
frigged my erection. "Are you gonna cum for me, big boy?
Are you gonna shoot it all over my face? Yes! Cum for me!
Come on, Jeremy... cum for me. Cum all over my face!"
"OHHHHH!" I roared out in arousal, as the first jet of
thick, gooey sperm erupted from within my shaft and landed
upon Kristanna's forehead. The second followed, hitting her
square in the nose. Kristanna then took my cock back into
her mouth and sucked on it fiercely, coaxing the third and
fourth explosions in rapid-fire succession. My knees weak,
my entire body vibrated in the sensations. Unbelievable...
"Hmmmmm," Kristanna growled, her lips still smugly wrapped
around my shaft, as she squeezed every last ounce of semen
out of it with her hand. Finally, Kristanna withdrew my cock
from her mouth and offered me yet another winning smile.
The gobs of semen I had sprayed all over my princess'
face had saturated it completely. Her face was covered with
my wet, sticky juices, and she was obviously enjoying it.
Kristanna was always smiling when she had cum on her face...
Kristanna nodded her head at me and said, "I know what I
want, Jeremy, and you're gonna give it to me." She then
rose to her feet and turned her back to me. Now glancing
back over her shoulder, Kristanna leaned over slightly at the
waist, jutting her magnificent ass outward. She twitched
her hips seductively, flaunting that ass for my appreciative
eyes, and said in her most sultry tone, "Fuck me, Jeremy."
A tremendous amount of life and energy suddenly forged
its way into my cock. It was as if my shaft was a balloon,
and it was being pumped full of air by a helium machine.
Kristanna's words and actions were the primary reason for
that, too. In fact, they were the sole reason.
"Fuck me, Jeremy," the Norwegian purred, still glancing
over her shoulder at me, her hips rolling and undulating in
a slow, wicked manner. "Come on... fuck me. Put your cock
in my pussy. Pound me with your cock! Do it! Do it now!"
That was it.
With an animalistic growl, I stepped forward and latched
onto Kristanna's hips with both hands, then thrusted my cock
hard and fast into the silken depths of her little pussy.
Kristanna tensed up for a brief moment, then placed her hands
upon the nearby night-table and held on tight, using it for
support, before glancing over her shoulder at me once again.
"Fuck me, Jeremy!" she demanded. "FUCK ME NOW!"
I did not need any further coaxing. My hips were already
a blur as I hammered myself in-and-out of Kristanna at a very
powerful, blazing rate of speed. Almost on cue, Kristanna
began with her verbal tirade, which had never failed to get
me even more excited than I already was while with her.
"GOD, YES! YES! Fuck me! Fuck me! HMMMMM... pound me
with that big cock! Hurt me with it, Jeremy! Yes! FUCK
YES! OH GOD YES, FUCK ME! FUCK ME, JEREMY! FUCK ME!"
My whole body was seemingly in a different reality as I
drilled Kristanna with every last ounce of strength I could
muster. I could not believe, at this time at least, how I
could have possibly survived without luxuriating in this
magnificent body of hers for the first 25 years of my life.
Even more amazing was the simple fact that it took me an
extra five years before I finally came to my senses and
proposed marriage to Kristanna. This women was an angel!
"HMMMMM... FEELS SO GOOD!" Kristanna continued, her cries
and screams echoing loudly throughout the suite. "FEELS SO
GOOD! YES! YES! FUCK ME! OH FUCK YES, THIS IS WHAT I
NEED! FUCK ME, JEREMY! YES! FUCK ME!"
The sound that my pelvis made as it crashed hard into
Kristanna's upturned ass with every forward stroke was
violent, and almost scary. I was certain that I had never
pounded her pussy with this type of excessive force before.
I was not afraid of hurting her, though. This was what
Kristanna wanted. She wanted me to be forceful with her.
Of course, we were in the most naughty of positions, too.
Kristanna's legs were widespread and she was bent at the
waist, holding onto the night-stand, as I battered into her
from behind. I wondered if the other ladies in the mansion
could hear us. We were making quite a ruckus...
"You know what, Jeremy?" Kristanna asked, her voice now
low and controlled, yet still tented with erotic passion.
"This is OHHHHH... how the rest of our lives are going to
be! We are gonna get married, and we're gonna have sex like
wild animals from now until the end of eternity. Better than
that, we're gonna have LOTS and LOTS of children together!"
In response to those words, my body received a new, even
greater burst of energy. Where it came from, I do not know.
But as a result, Kristanna was the beneficiary.
"OH GOD, JEREMY! THAT FEELS SO GOOD! OH FUCK... YOU'RE
GONNA MAKE ME CUM! FUCK... YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME _CUMMMMM_!"
My breathing ragged, it felt as if my body was going to
spontaneously combust. My head literally in the clouds, I
gave Kristanna everything I possibly could in terms of power
and effort. It was only a matter of seconds before her
words proved to be prophetic. Kristanna screamed out in an
intense orgasm, while I lost grip of my own self-control.
The action hit a fever pitch once I pistoned my cock into
her swollen, little pussy one final time. An instant later,
I roared out - screaming at the top of my lungs - while
depositing a fresh batch of sperm into the vixen's exquisite
pussy. I pumped my thick seed into her womb for several
seconds, while both of us continually rocked and rumbled
together in the throes of sweet orgasm and release.
Then, I realized that in just a couple of days' time,
Kristanna had went from being my close and trusted friend to
being the absolute center of my universe. It was incredible
to say the least, but also a stark reminder that true love
can sometimes come from the most unlikely of sources.
Before I knew what happened next, Kristanna had dislodged
her pussy from my shaft and dutifully dropped to her knees.
She then swallowed my cock whole, and began to milk whatever
juices remained in it down her hungry, greedy throat.
Kristanna then wrapped both arms around my waist and held
on tight even as I took a few steps back, so I could lean
upon the wall. That exquisite mouth, of course, never once
released its warm, slippery grip upon my deflated shaft.
I then took a deep breath and sighed in pure satisfaction,
while glancing downward and admiring Kristanna's blonde head
as she still slurped away upon my cock. I touched her head
and caressed it with my right hand, which caused her to look
up at me with an overwhelming sense of devotion in her eyes.
"I love you, Jeremy!" she cried, a thick, gooey strand of
sperm dangling from her chin in a very nasty, obscene manner.
"God, Jeremy... I've always loved you! And I always will!"
As Kristanna swallowed my lifeless shaft and began working
it over with her mouth again, a feeling of love to overtake
my body all at once. I realized that everything I had spent
all 30 years of my life desperately searching for was now -
FINALLY - right in front of me. Indeed, the search was over.
"I love you too, Kristanna."
Suddenly, there was series of gentle knocks upon the door.
Kristanna scurried to retrieve her thin night-shirt and
literally tossed it over her head and onto her luscious body.
She quickly reached down and picked up my trousers, which had
been laying on the floor, and motioned for me to put them on.
Once I had my trousers on and in place, Kristanna turned her
total attention toward the adjacent entrance and called out,
"Whomever it is... come on in."
An instant later, the front door to our (yes, mine AND
Kristanna's) private suite opened.
"Devvy!" Kristanna exclaimed, overcome with joy.
"And Trish, too," I observed.
"Is it okay if we come in?" Devon inquired.
"Of course it is!" Kristanna responded. "Step right in!"
As Devon and Trish made their way into our luxury suite,
I smiled at them and greeted, "Something up, ladies?"
"I don't want to say that Pamela RUINED your engagement
announcement at the dinner table earlier, but her getting up
and storming off like she did definitely took something away
from the moment," Trish offered. She strolled over to the
bed and stood directly above me. "I just wanted to tell you,
Jeremy, how happy I am for you." Trish turned toward my
fiancee and professed, "I am so happy for you too, Kristanna.
Devon was right. You and Jeremy are the perfect couple. I
am surprised that it took you two as long as it did to get
together like this. You've known each other five years."
Devon reached downward and grasped both of Kristanna's
hands with her own. "I can just imagine what you will look
like with a wedding dress on! You will be so beautiful!"
Kristanna turned her face away from Devon for a brief
instant and even blushed at those complimentary words.
"And Jeremy in a tuxedo..." Devon purred in lush, sultry
tone, her blue eyes now locked upon me. "Yummy..."
I chuckled at her suggestive demeanor, then frowned. "I
haven't worn a tuxedo since my FIRST wedding day."
Kristanna placed her hand upon my back and rubbed it over
and across my shoulder blades. "I promise you one thing,
Jeremy - once you marry me, you will eventually forget that
Victoria ever hurt you. Even more than that, you will forget
that she ever existed in the first place. That is my mission
right now. I will wipe Victoria from your memory."
Trish, whose left hand had been hidden behind her back
since she entered the suite, suddenly pulled revealed it and
presented Kristanna with a single red rose. "I picked this
for you out back," Trish explained. "It was the closest
thing that I could come up with for an engagement present,
considering we're on a remote island with no places to shop."
"Oh... thank you!" Kristanna gushed, taking the red rose
from Trish and sniffing its petals. "I just love roses! Do
you know that after Jeremy and I met for the first time...
once I went home, he had _120_ roses shipped to my farm in
Norway? Ten dozen roses! Momma and Papa did not know what
to think! I did not know what to think, either."
"Every woman loves roses," Devon cooed. "I know I do."
"Let me go and put this into some water," Kristanna said,
referring to the gift rose, as she stood up and then walked
over to the small restroom.
Trish waited for Kristanna to enter the doorway and then
disappear before turning and giving me her patented, genuine
smile which I had never once failed to find appealing. "I
am so happy for you, Jeremy! So happy! I can't say that
enough! Seeing you and Kristanna come together like this -
announcing your engagement - has really taken my mind off of
my own problems, and made me feel better inside."
I grasped Trish's right hand with my own, then brought it
to my lips and offered it a gentle, soothing kiss. "How are
things, sweetheart? It's been 24 hours since Lindsay left."
Trish took a deep breath. "I am doing a lot better than
I should be. It helps to have so many good people around me
who genuinely want to help. It was you last night, Jeremy,
and today it has been Kristanna and Devon. Before we came
to your room tonight, Devon and I talked for two hours. It
was a chance for us to talk about how others had hurt us in
the past, and what we did to overcome the hurt. It really
helped me to talk to Devon. It was a bonding experience; a
time to heal and become closer as friends."
I smiled at her. "I know that you were really attracted
to Lindsay, Trish. But you have to remember what I said to
you last night, as well as this morning. You are TOO GOOD
of a person for Lindsay. You're too good for someone like
her. There is someone out there in the world who, when you
meet him or her, will knock your socks off. He or she will
also treat you the way that you deserve to be treated. He
or she will be so amazingly right for you that you will -
just as Kristanna said about Victoria as she pertains to me -
totally forget about Lindsay. Totally. You'll be so happy."
"What if I've already met that person?"
I offered Trish a disappointed glare. "You're still not
fantasizing and dreaming about Lindsay, are you?"
"I'm not talking about Lindsay at all," Trish murmured,
her eyes sparkling as she surveyed me from head to toe. "I
now know who the right person is for me."
I gulped my throat. "And who might that be?"
"HEY!" Devon screeched, an instant after getting clocked
upside the head with a pillow. I turned and watched as
Kristanna, who must have snuck back into our bedroom, laughed
and snickered in triumph after hitting Devon with the pillow.
Needless to say, it was done in a safe, playful manner.
In retaliation, Devon grabbed the nearest pillow and took
a wild swing at Kristanna. It landed on her stomach, which
prompted Kristanna to blast Devon upside the head yet again.
The 24-year-old Norwegian quickly followed that up by jumping
onto Devon and tackling her to the mattress. I watched with
a big grin upon my face as the two ladies wrestled and played
together for several seconds. Soon, Kristanna attached her
lips to Devon's mouth for a kiss, and devoured it whole.
"HEY!" It was my turn to say that as, out of the blue, a
pillow came crashing onto my own face. I turned and glared
up at Trish, who was now laughing and giggling up a storm.
When I made a move to lunge at her, Trish screeched out
and scurried away from me. I went chasing after Trish and
eventually tracked her down on the opposite side of the
suite. With Trish cornered against a wall, I grabbed a
nearby sofa cushion and was about to re-pay her.
Suddenly, the back of my head was assaulted with a pillow,
quickly followed by the back of my knees. Not expecting it,
I crumpled down to the floor, then turned and watched as the
duo of Kristanna and Devon began to pepper various portions
of my body with pillows. Trish grabbed the aforementioned
sofa cushion and blasted me with it as well. My knees bent
and raised, I used my hands and arms to shield my face as the
three ladies took their shots at me. Again, everything was
done in a very playful sort of manner.
"I give up!" I exclaimed, laughing. "I surrender! I give
up! Where is the white flag when I need it?"
Fortunately, Kristanna, Devon and Trish had mercy on me.
When the incoming pillow/cushion shots ceased, Kristanna sat
up and took on a rather serious expression. "Okay, Mister
Jeremy... it is now time for your sentencing!"
"My sentencing?" I asked, my eyebrows raised.
"You surrendered," she countered. "You are our prisoner.
You've been tried and convicted of being a sex machine!"
"He's a _Sybian_!" Devon exclaimed, giggling.
Kristanna nodded her head at me and proclaimed, "You are
sentenced to 75 years of marriage - to ME! During that time,
you will SPREAD YOUR SEED and get me pregnant on more than
one occasion! I was thinking three or four, to be precise."
"Spread my seed?"
Devon and Trish snickered in unison as Kristanna added,
"When the 75 year term is up, you will serve an additional
sentence of marriage - this one lasting for ALL OF ETERNITY -
as you and I live on that big island in the sky, in Heaven."
I laughed at her. "You're nuts, Kristanna. Just nuts."
"Just think, Jeremy!" Kristanna gushed. "Think of our
children. Why... they could have my perfect, sexy body...
and your big, fat, ugly head! Wouldn't that be a sight!"
I laughed again. "That wasn't very nice!"
Kristanna made a face and offered me some mock empathy by
saying, "Oh... you poor baby. Did I hurt your feelings?"
I offered a playful pout. "A little."
"Do you think a kiss would make you feel any better?"
I eagerly nodded my head at her. "Yes, I do."
Kristanna smiled. "Give Jeremy a kiss, Devvy."
I was expecting that cheer-me-up kiss to come from
Kristanna herself, but had no complaints as Devon found my
lips with her own for a tongue-laced exchange. Realizing
that this woman could spend the rest of her life with me as
well (if Kristanna had anything to say about it, at least),
I wrapped my arms around Devon and embraced her warmly. I
must confess that Devon really seemed _at home_ in my arms.
I got the feeling that she sort of belonged there.
"Can I kiss him, too?" Trish asked Kristanna.
"Sure... go right ahead!"
Once Devon retracted her lips from my own, they were
immediately replaced by Trish's. The kiss that Trish and I
shared was very slow and languid, but also very pleasurable.
I found myself with my right hand upon the small of her back,
and my left arm also encircling her shoulders. Dare I say
it, but I got the sense that Trish belonged right here with
me as well. Of course, I felt the same way about Pamela. A
part of me would even like to throw Amy into that mix, too.
"Have you been sucking cock again?" Devon asked Kristanna,
once their lips parted from their own private kiss. "You've
got cum splattered all over your mouth. I can taste it."
Kristanna smiled at her. "Tastes good... doesn't it?"
"Oh yes," Devon agreed, grinning. "Very good."
Kristanna shot me a playful glare and cooed, "If there is
a cock around, rest assured that I'll be happy to suck it."
"What about a pussy?" Devon cooed.
Kristanna looked at her and responded, "This mouth of mine
is a full-service, equal-opportunity mouth." She glanced at
Trish and said, "Why don't you spend the night with us? You,
me, Devvy and Jeremy... we could all fall asleep together in
the big bed. How about it? We will definitely make you
forget about Lindsay... at least for tonight."
Trish blushed and smiled, but shook her head. "No... I
think I'll pass." She shook her head again. "I'm not ready
to become intimate with someone else just yet. Jeremy helped
me realize that when he refused to have sex with me last
night. I need a little more time before I get back into the
swing of things around here. Lindsay hurt me so much."
Kristanna thought things over for a moment, then nodded
her head and offered Trish a reassuring smile. "We do not
need to have sex. The four of us could stay up and talk for
awhile, then just fall asleep. That would be fine."
"I don't want to rain on your parade, so to speak," Trish
countered, again shaking her head. "If you want to have sex
with Jeremy and Devon, Kristanna, by all means... go ahead.
I'll go back to my room. I'll be perfectly okay."
"And let you spend the whole night all by yourself?" Devon
exclaimed. "I don't think so! You can stay with us tonight,
Trish. Seems as if Krissy has invited both you and me to
spend the night. Let's not disappoint her or Jeremy."
"I love to talk," was my offering, as I looked at Trish.
"A lot of times, I enjoy honest conversation more than sex.
But I think that you should know that about me by now."
Trish nodded her head. "Yes, I do know that." Next, she
let out a tiny giggle. "I slept here in that wonderful bed
just last night. Now I get to do it again! The bed was so
comfortable." Trish tapped a finger upon her chin as if she
was deep in thought. "Hmmmmm... I would wager that Jeremy's
bed cost more than my combined salary for a whole year at the
health club where I work in Canada. I never thought I would
step foot in a home quite so expensive and grand, let alone
be able to spend ten weeks of my life there. Incredible..."
"So are you going to spend the night?" Kristanna inquired.
Trish grinned and answered, "Yes, I am. To talk."
"What are we going to talk about?" Devon wondered.
"My wedding plans with Jeremy!" Kristanna replied, full of
sudden glee and joy. "We can begin all the preparations and
planning tonight! What better thing is there to talk about?"
"A three-way marriage," Devon offered, which caused me to
turn and glance up at her in surprise. Blushing, Devon gave
me a peek before turning her back attention toward Kristanna
and adding, "Nothing would make me any happier than that."
Kristanna pointed at both Devon and yours truly, her smile
a mile wide. "You two better hit it off tomorrow," she told
us, laughing. "That big date I had set up for both of you...
you two better hit it off. That's all I can say."
"Would it be possible for me to go on a so-called _date_
with Jeremy sometime soon, too?" Trish asked Kristanna. She
glanced my way and cooed, "I would really like that."
My eyes wide in response to Trish's suggestive request
and words, Kristanna responded, "I am sure that we can work
something out. We'll talk about it tomorrow when Devvy is
out someplace having the time of her life with Jeremy." The
Norwegian paused momentarily, then took on a defensive, yet
also playful, stance. "Do you have eyes for my man, Trish?"
Trish looked at me and licked her lips. "Maybe..."
Kristanna giggled. "I think I'll take that as a _YES_!"
"Maybe we could have a four-way marriage," Devon grinned.
"Who knows? The possibilities here are limitless."
"And so could the number of children Jeremy has as a
father," Kristanna suggested, her words causing me to gulp
my throat. I could not believe these ladies were talking
so openly and candidly about me right in front of my face
like this. On the other hand, though, I was not complaining.
How could any sane man complain if put in my position?
<<<- End of Chapter 22 ->>>
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