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"Island Fever" - Chapter 24 of ??
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Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 2006
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Since Louisa, the elderly housekeeper here on the island,
was feeling somewhat ill this morning, I had decided to give
her the day off. I wanted her to rest up and feel better.
Thus, Devon was gracious enough to volunteer to help me in
preparing everyone pancakes and biscuits for breakfast.
Kristanna was going to assist us as well, until she suggested
that we have _kebab_ - whatever that was - for breakfast.
That was a sign of trouble.
Devon and I quickly agreed that we simply could not allow
Kristanna to run wild in the kitchen, so we told her that we
would take care of breakfast ourselves. Because of her very
unique and exotic appetite (fish pudding, anyone?), I was
certain that Pamela, Trish, Lindsay, Amy and Camille would
scoff at the mere idea of Kristanna's Norwegian recipe for
breakfast. Since Kristanna had never met a fish that she did
not like, it would not have surprised me if her idea of a
hearty breakfast was a salmon/egg/hash brown combo sandwich.
As Devon and yours truly finished up the first batch of
pancakes on this breezy Monday morning, Kristanna grabbed a
butter knife and raised it to my head. Smiling (and being
her crazy self), Kristanna then made fake slasher motions
toward me with the knife and let out a little scream. Devon
looked on and giggled, shaking her head.
"Will you take this up to Louisa's room?" was my request
for Kristanna, as I presented her with a plate of pancakes
and biscuits. I snatched the butter knife from Kristanna,
then leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. "Louisa will
also want some maple syrup. Take her some milk, too."
Kristanna offered me a military salute. "Yes sir!"
"Give Louisa a kiss, and tell her that I hope she feels
better," Devon grinned.
"Give Louisa a kiss?" Kristanna countered. "Discounting
the fact that Louisa is a very old woman - 76 years of age -
if I kiss her, I might catch whatever cold or flu she has!"
"Exactly!" Devon squealed, nodding. "Give her a kiss!"
"I am going to give you an ass whipping when I get the
chance," Kristanna warned Devon, before giggling and strolling
off with the breakfast plate, maple syrup and a glass of milk.
Shaking my head with a grin, I kept an eye on Kristanna
until she disappeared around the corner. That woman was so
incredibly jovial and outgoing. She was a bright ray of
eternal sunshine, no matter the situation.
As I then prepared to fire up the next batch of pancakes,
Devon wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned upward,
kissing me flush on the lips. "Hi Jeremy."
"Hi Devon," I grinned, unprepared for her aggression.
Her arms still secured around my neck, Devon volunteered a
charming smile of her own. "Trish belongs to me today. Is
it okay if we take your _Jeep_?" My eyes went wide at those
words as Devon explained, "I was thinking of having a picnic
with her in the woods, then going to the west beach."
"Take my _Jeep_?" I asked, feigning concern. "You know,
sweetheart, that NO ONE touches my _Jeep_ except for ME." I
laughed at my own serious tone and then added, "Sure, you and
Trish can use the _Jeep_. Just take good care of it."
"I know how much you love that old _Wrangler_ of yours,"
Devon nodded. "Don't worry. It's in good hands with me."
"Actually, I was thinking of asking Trish if she would
like to go scuba diving with me again today," I countered.
"Trish had such a great time with me when I took her diving
the first time a couple weeks back. I was also going to ask
you and Kristanna, Devon, if you wanted to tag along, too.
The four of us could have a lot of fun together."
Devon nodded her head in approval. "I have never turned
down the opportunity to go diving. I would love to go!"
"Good," I smiled. "I already know that Kristanna will
not turn me down. Neither will Trish. Hopefully, it will
help keep Lindsay off of Trish's mind. She still needs a
lot of time to get over Lindsay, you know."
"I know," Devon agreed. "That is why I wanted to take
her on the picnic in your _Jeep_. Trish is my friend. I
know that Lindsay shooting her down really hurt her. Trish
will definitely be happy when you offer to take her diving.
She still goes on and on about her first dive with you."
"Have you enjoyed yourself the past couple of days?" was
my question for Devon, as I tightened my arms around her
lovely body. "Going to bed with me and Krissy every night?"
"Since we made a true commitment to give this three-way
relationship a try?" she clarified. "You bet'cha, Jeremy.
I know it's only been since last week we became serious, but
whenever I am with you and Krissy, I feel like I am part of
a family." Devon kissed me on the lips again. "It makes me
feel so wonderful inside. I have so many problems with my
family back in Pennsylvania. I have always wanted to be in
a very loving and caring environment. You and Krissy have
provided me with that - and so much more. So much more..."
"Perhaps Kristanna was right all along about the three of
us?" I shrugged. "Perhaps we truly are a perfect couple."
Devon nodded her head and kissed me on the cheek. "I am
starting to believe that more and more. I am. No one has
ever treated me any better than the two of you have." Devon
flashed her most charming smile and murmured, "You and Krissy
really have made me feel like a princess."
"That's because you ARE a princess," I grinned, now the
one to initiate a slow, languid kiss between us. "You are
_MY_ princess, Miss Devon. And you always will be."
The 29-year-old giggled and shook her head at me. "Of all
the many nicknames for me to possibly be called, Jeremy, I
still say that _princess_ is at the bottom of the list. But,
I like the fact that you and Krissy are making me feel like a
princess. You and her are doing everything to make me feel
that way. You are so incredibly humble and kind, Jeremy, and
so gracious. Missy Krissy is always making me laugh about
something. She is SO funny. I have never felt so much at
ease with myself and had so much fun at the same time in my
whole life than I have when I am with the two of you." Devon
blushed and concluded in her most coy tone, "I also really
like Krissy CONSTANTLY telling me how much she loves me."
I smiled at her. "Then maybe it is time for me to remind
you, dear Devon, that I love you as well. So... I love you."
She planted yet another kiss on my cheek and even blushed
red in the process. "Thank you, Jeremy. I love you too."
Moments later, Kristanna strolled back into the kitchen.
"Ah-chooooo..." she chirped, grinning, tilting her head
from side-to-side. "Ah-chooooo. Louisa gave me the flu." I
shook my own head and chuckled at her (highly) exaggerated
sneezing fit. "Ah-chooooo..."
"How is Louisa?" Devon asked. "Seriously?"
Kristanna frowned and answered, "Not good. It's not a
good sign when it's 80 degrees out and you're in bed with
three heavy blankets wrapped around you... and still cold.
Especially at her age."
I winced at those words. "Do you think I should take her
to the doctor in Peru? It could be something serious."
"Wait a while," Kristanna suggested. "At least a day.
If she is not feeling better tomorrow, take her then. I
know that Louisa is older and all, but even she herself
insists that she does not want to go to the doctor. She has
been flu-ridden several times in the past here, Jeremy. But
she has always gotten over it on her own."
"Very well, then," I conceded. "But if Louisa is not
feeling better tomorrow, I am taking her to the hospital in
Lima. Or, at the very least, I will bring a doctor here.
In fact, I may do that later this afternoon if she does not
show any improvement. I want her well. There is no need to
take any chances... especially, as you say, at her age."
* * *
Although everyone at the breakfast table seemed to enjoy
the pancakes and biscuits that Devon and I had prepared, our
meal was far from jovial and friendly. Not only was there a
noticeable amount of tension between Trish and Lindsay (which
was quite a common occurrence these days, sadly), but Pamela
and Amy were still quite irritated at me. Yes... me.
Pamela appeared to be seething from our animated discussion
on the long boat ride home from Peru in the wee hours of the
morning. I got the distinct impression that Pamela did not
approve of the idea of devoting her life to not only me, but
Devon and Kristanna as well. Perhaps it was best that Pamela
chose not to, simply because Kristanna later stated to me that
she did not want the exotic dancer from Maryland in our lives
to begin with. I was much more devoted to Kristanna than
Pamela, for obvious reasons, and had to honor her wishes.
Thus, my offer to Pamela was no longer valid. However, I had
yet to break that news to her.
Amy? Amy was still horribly angry at me because I walked
out on her birthday party some four nights ago, and did not
return. Of course, that was also the night when Devon found
out about the voyeur room and its existence, and slapped me
across the face as a result. A short time later, when I felt
as if my world was crumbling because of Devon's reaction to
the voyeur room, Kristanna and I professed our love for each
other and we eventually fell asleep together.
Forgotten in all of that, unfortunately, was the fact that
it was Amy's birthday and I had left the celebration party to
find Lindsay when she wandered off in the middle of it.
Everything that happened with Devon and Kristanna followed.
No matter how many times I had apologized and literally
begged for Amy's forgiveness, she was still giving me the
cold shoulder. Even after all of the lavish pampering in
Lima yesterday, when I spent thousands of dollars on her,
Amy still refused to speak to me. She was terribly upset at
me. Who could blame her? She had every right to be.
I had exhausted just about every verbal avenue in trying
to get Amy to accept my apology. I was about to give up,
too. It seemed as if she was determined to stay angry at me.
Again, however, I could not blame her. I would be completely
devastated if someone whom I considered a good, close friend
walked out on my birthday party and then, no matter their
reason, actually forgot to return.
The mood here at the breakfast table, at least from my
perspective, was not aided with the presence of Camille,
either. She was a self-admitted _man hater_ and obviously
despised me for a variety of reasons, one being my gender
and another being the fact that I walked out on Amy's party
four nights ago. There were times, believe it or not, when
I got the eerie feeling that Camille could care less whether
I lived or died. She was _that_ abrasive toward me.
My saving grace, as could be expected, was Devon and
Kristanna. They certainly were not disgusted and bitter
toward me as all of us consumed our early morning meal.
The same could be said for Trish and Lindsay, since neither
of them had any reason to be mad at me. Devon and Kristanna,
though, knew everything that was going on between the other
ladies and yours truly. They did everything within their
power to make me feel comfortable, and at ease.
After breakfast reached its conclusion and the girls
started to drift off to embark on their day's activities,
Devon, Kristanna and I asked Trish if she would like to go
scuba diving with us. Her answer was a resounding _yes_,
of course, so I sent her with Devon and Kristanna to get
ready and change into the necessary gear. Once I finished
the morning dishes, I promised the trio, I would meet up with
them at the dock and our aquatic adventure would begin.
* * *
With a short jump from the big boat, I splashed down and
joined Devon, Kristanna and Trish in the water. After some
routine adjustments, a few hand and body signals, and the
hiss of air being released from our respective oxygen tanks,
the four of us slipped beneath the surface of the water.
It is virtually impossible to express in words the three
dimensional freedom one receives from diving. Unfettered by
gravity, it is the closest thing to unaided flight that any
human being could ever experience.
It is always something special when I first slide beneath
the waves during each new dive. There is a tranquility and
serenity that overwhelms the senses and drives all thoughts
away, leaving only the moment and awareness of each breath.
Sounds of the world are muted and motion is reduced to the
pace of thick molasses. More often than not, that initial
descent is the favorite part for me. It is truly a moment
of magical doors being opened and genies being unleashed.
There is nothing that can even remotely compare to it.
The sandy bottom started shallow but quickly plummeted
more than 3,000 feet into a submarine canyon that was very
reminiscent of Monterey Bay. This canyon attracted big,
open-water pelagics such as tuna, dorados, mantas and green
sea turtles. Today, however, I was most interested in the
schools of fish surrounding us. Sturgeonfish, yellowtail
snapper, Mexican goatfish and mullets loitered in the chasm
and were easily approached for portraits. We also came into
close contact with a variety of brown and yellow seahorses,
purple frogfish and several varieties of vivid nudibranchs.
The haunting sounds of singing humpbacks, plying their
Pacific tunes, were loud and clear throughout the dive. In
the past, I have watched a few of these massive leviathans
venture into the aforementioned canyon.
Because of her inexperience when it came to scuba diving,
I made Trish promise me before we entered the water that she
would try to keep a tight grip on my forearm or shoulder at
all times. I did not need to worry about Devon or Kristanna,
of course, since they were certified divers with a plethora
of experience. I was content to let them go off and explore
as they please. My main priority during this expedition was
Trish's safety. She made good on her promise, too. Not only
did Trish keep her right arm curled around my left for 90% of
the dive, but her hand was clamped onto mine as well.
Trish and I were leisurely floating in the shallow depths,
watching Devon and Kristanna about 30 feet away from us, as
they got up-close and personal with a school of triggerfish.
Several of them were feeding on large zooplankton and algae.
Devon snapped photographs of them with her underwater camera.
One occasion which I will definitely never forget for the
rest of my life was when a very large group of cow-nose rays
literally appeared out of nowhere and headed straight for
Devon and Kristanna. They looked like a huge squadron of
alien spaceships. These docile stingrays went right through
and past Devon and Kristanna as the two ladies looked on in
sheer wonder. Then, just as quickly, they disappeared. It
was quite a memorable experience, but much too short-lived.
It was at this point in time when I sensed a giant shadow
over the back of my shoulder. I turned and was delighted to
see a juvenile whale shark, probably 15 feet or so in length,
innocently gazing at the little bubble-blowing creatures who
were visiting its home from the surface. When an excited
Kristanna got her first glimpse of the shark, she quickly
motioned for Devon to turn and look at it as well.
The three of us felt absolutely no threat from the little
giant, as whale sharks were known to be quite passive toward
humans. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for Trish.
Once the shark slowly swam over top of us, Trish looked up
and noticed it for the first time, and promptly went into a
panicked frenzy, violently tugging at my arm and screaming
at me through her regulator. She was scared beyond any and
all reason, and truly, had every right to be. For all Trish
knew, the shark, which was three times her length, could have
been a great white with an empty spot in its stomach.
Trish was still frantic, almost to the point of crying,
when I latched onto her shoulders with both hands and stared
into her eyes. I did my best to calm her fears through both
my expression and silent, unspoken words such as _it's okay_,
_it's harmless_ and _settle down_.
It took some doing, but I was finally able to get through
to Trish. It also helped that the shark harmlessly floated
away and eventually vanished into the great distance. The
tears on Trish's face, however, combined with the fact that
she appeared to be hyperventilating, indicated to me that it
was time to get her out of the water as quickly as possible.
When I pointed toward the surface, Trish offered me no
resistance whatsoever as I held onto her with both hands and
began the ascent. Relieved once we had surfaced, Trish spit
out her regulator and ripped off her mask only to be cruelly
pummeled across the face by a heavy wave. Disoriented, she
choked on the seawater and slipped back below the surface.
Trish was frantically kicking her legs, her arms flailing,
all the while being slowly pulled into the depths by the mild
current. With all of my equipment still on, I quickly went
after and retrieved her. Now holding onto her for dear life,
and making sure her head stayed above water, I escorted Trish
over to the boat as she continued to choke and gasp for air.
I made her climb the ladder first, and quickly joined her on
the boat. Trish promptly fell to her hands and knees before
me, coughing like crazy, the water still in her lungs.
I should also point out that, at this particular moment in
time, I was extremely angry at myself. How could I have
allowed Trish to be in such grave danger? It was my job to
protect and shield her from any jeopardy. Undoubtedly, I
had failed in that regard. I was very mad about that.
Luckily, Trish's extreme coughing and choking fit finally
seemed to taper off. I reached down and helped remove the
heavy, cumbersome oxygen tank from her back and shoulders,
hoping it would make her feel more comfortable and at ease.
I also dropped to one knee and smacked her back a few times,
wanting to get any excess water out of her lungs.
"What happened?" came Devon's voice from behind us, as
Trish was still doubled over upon the deck of the boat.
I turned and saw both Devon and Kristanna still in the
water, their masks off, looking up at us.
"That shark was harmless," Kristanna said to Trish. "It
was a young whale shark. Whale sharks don't hurt humans."
"It could have been _Jaws_ for all Trish knew," Devon
said to Kristanna, echoing my thoughts from earlier. "She
is not as well-versed in marine life as we are, remember."
"Are you okay?" Kristanna asked Trish, concerned.
Still somewhat short of breath, Trish shook her head in
response and managed to say, "I... I... I almost drowned."
"Oh my God!" Devon exclaimed, paddling closer to the boat.
"What happened?" Kristanna gasped.
"A wave pulled me underwater after I took my mask off,"
Trish added, her eyes bleary, as she glanced at Devon and
Kristanna. "I... I... I don't know..." Trish shook her head
quite vigorously, as if to clear the mental cobwebs. She
coughed several times in succession and concluded, "Jeremy...
Jeremy... Jeremy saved... my life."
I... I did what?
It did not dawn on me until Trish spoke those words that
indeed, I could have very well saved her life. In fact, I
did. The wave which smacked Trish in the face was quite a
haymaker, so to speak, and she had obviously been running
out of breath (and time) while struggling beneath the water's
surface. Despite that, I certainly did not feel like a hero.
I was still angry at myself because Trish had been in such a
life-threatening situation in the first place. That was my
fault. I should have prepared her better for the possibility
of coming across a shark or a potentially dangerous creature.
"The dive is over," I announced, my left hand resting upon
Trish's shoulder. I patted her there several times and said,
"Settle down, dear... everything is done with. You're safe."
My voice turned more authoritative when I added, "You should
never take your mask or regulator off when first reaching the
surface after a dive until you look around."
"I've been taken underwater by unexpected waves several
times when I first come up," Kristanna chimed in.
"I... I'm sorry, Jeremy..." Trish breathed, still hunched
over upon her hands and knees. Then, she moved upright and
slid both of her arms around my neck and shoulders. The young
beauty from Toronto buried her face against my chest, still
visibly shuddering in fright from the ordeal, and began to
sob. All I could do was embrace her in response.
"Are you going to be alright?" Kristanna asked Trish.
She nodded her head, though her face never left my chest.
"I'll be okay. I... I just need... time." Trish clutched me
even tighter to her and reiterated, "You... saved... my life,
Jeremy. You saved my life. Th-Thank you..."
Unsure of what to do and/or say next, I glanced over at
Devon and Kristanna. "Why don't you two go diving some more?
I'll stay up here, top-side, with Trish."
"Are you sure?" Devon clarified. She appeared to be at a
loss for words, too. No one could blame her.
"Yes," I nodded. "You and Krissy go back down and enjoy
yourselves for another 30 to 45 minutes. Trish will be fine
here with me. I promise you."
"Go," Trish simply told them.
"If you're positive..." Kristanna murmured, before focusing
her total attention on Devon. The two ladies shrugged their
shoulders at each other before vanishing together into the
watery depths just a moment or two later.
Meanwhile, I was still holding Trish in my arms. She still
had a vise-tight grip around me as well. I was not about to
let her out of my grasp until she wanted me to.
* * *
It was much later in the afternoon when, after a very quick
and refreshing swim in the outdoor pool, I toweled off and
ventured back into the mansion. My destination was my
luxurious suite, but when I passed the library, I noticed out
of the corner of my eye that someone was inside. Naturally,
I thought that person was none other than Pamela. After all,
Pamela had become totally synonymous with the library. Quite
the avid reader, the library had literally become Pamela's
private haven. Perhaps this would be an opportunity for me
to speak to her, and smooth over our problems?
However, Pamela was not in the library. I was somewhat
surprised to find Kristanna - of all people - seated at the
large table within the library instead. She was seemingly
transfixed into a large book that dealt with - get this -
molecular biology. Puzzled at the unique (for her) choice,
I approached Kristanna and made my presence known.
"What are you reading?" I asked her. "Molecular biology?
Since when do you have an interest in molecular biology?"
Kristanna put the book down and laughed. She loved to
laugh. Kristanna had a beautiful, melodious laugh. "I was
going to be a biology major in college before deciding on
archeology. I wanted to be a biologist!"
"A biologist?" I scoffed. "You? A biologist? YOU?"
"Yes... me!" she giggled. "In fact, I had many career
aspirations and goals before deciding on archeology."
"Oh really?" I grinned. "What were they?"
"I wanted to be a race car driver, a drummer, learn to
play the piano... be a jet-fighter pilot, a make-up artist
and then join the circus... walk the trapeze. I wanted to
be a ballet dancer, an actress, be a comedian, a sculptor
and then design my own clothing line. That's about it."
Kristanna went through all of that in quick, rapid-fire
succession, with such a goofy expression on her face, that
I momentarily found myself speechless. I believe she made
all of that up on the fly, without even any prior thought.
It was an ability that not many people could claim to have.
It had been actually quite funny to listen to her ramble
on about her aspirations. A race car driver? A jet-fighter
pilot? I could just imagine Kristanna at the helm of the
Norwegian version of the _F-16 Fighting Falcon_. That sure
would be a memorable sight to see! I could also envision
Kristanna jokingly threatening to bomb my island with
missiles if I failed to meet her _demands_.
"Would your clothing line have those crazy Viking hats
and caps you like to wear on occasion?"
"Of course it would!" she told me. "I think that every
American should wear Viking hats! The United States is a
colony of Norway, you know. Leif Ericson - a Norse like me -
discovered it... not Christopher Columbus." Kristanna folded
her arms and offered me an impish expression. "You should
bow down, Jeremy, and kiss my Norwegian feet."
"Why don't you kiss MY feet instead?"
Kristanna made a face and exclaimed, "I'm not about to
kiss your dirty, smelly feet!"
I laughed at her reaction. "You're crazy, Krissy. Nuts.
Each time you tell me that Leif Ericson story, I can't help
but to laugh." I paused and added, grinning, "My feet are
far from dirty and smelly, too. They're clean and pristine."
"Clean and pristine?" Kristanna huffed. "Yeah... RIGHT."
"Have you given Devon her whipping yet?"
"No... not yet."
I smiled at her. "I think it's time you're due for one
yourself. You need to be put in your place, Kristanna. When
was the last time that you received a good, hard whipping?"
The 26-year-old paused and asked, "When was the last time
YOU had a good, hard whipping, Jeremy?"
I smiled yet again. "I might need one myself, yes."
Kristanna displayed her energetic personality once more by
using a Kentucky accent in saying, "I gots me a 55 gallon drum
of whoop ass and I be right fixin' to pour it all over YOU."
I held both hands up in mock defense and laughed at her.
"Anything but that! You know I couldn't handle that!"
"How about a blowjob?" Kristanna wondered, licking her
lips. "When was the last time you got one of them?"
"Around midnight... from Lindsay," I answered. "Remember?
On the boat ride from Lima? Are you offering me one now?"
"If you're accepting..."
"I'd be a fool not to."
With a smile on her lovely face, Kristanna rose up from
her chair at the table and then made her way over to me. She
placed her left hand on my hip and wrapped her right arm
around my body, then moved her lips toward mine for a kiss.
I slipped both of my arms around Kristanna's statuesque
figure and held her tightly as our tongues dueled together
between our open-mouthed kiss. My left hand ventured south
and cupped her firm, tight ass, while my right latched onto
one of her breasts and gently caressed it.
"Just to think..." I offered once our kiss was broken,
our noses touching and bumping. "When I went by the library
a few minutes ago, I saw a blonde head and thought it was
Pamela. I haven't talked to her since early this morning,
after the blowjob from Lindsay, but thought maybe this was
my chance. But I am even more glad that YOU'RE here."
Kristanna crinkled her nose at the mention of Pamela's
name. Despite that, however, she told me, "Pamela was here
until five minutes before you showed up. She said that she
was going on a picnic with Lindsay, Amy and Camille."
"Really?" I asked, surprised. "Well, that seems to be
their own little group. Pamela, Lindsay, Amy and Camille.
We have our own separate group, it seems. Me, you, Devon
and Trish. At least Lindsay is still on good terms with me."
Kristanna frowned. "I never expected there to be such
animosity when you and I brought all of these girls to the
island. I thought it would be a perfect six weeks."
"I had the strangest dream last evening, after we got back
home," were my words. "I dreamt that Pamela and Amy were
having sex with each other, and I was watching them from the
voyeur room. Then, all of a sudden, when Amy was going down
on Pamela, Pamela screamed out MY name instead of Amy's."
Kristanna seemed amused. "Someone screaming out YOUR name
when they're having sex with another person altogether?"
Kristanna giggled and added, "The only place that would ever
happen, Jeremy, is in your dreams. And it did!"
Gently chuckling, I lifted the hem of Kristanna's flimsy
dress and stroked the bare, supple skin of her ass. It was
beautiful. "You will never scream out someone else's name
when you and I have sex together... will you, dear?"
Kristanna laughed at my suggestion. "Each time I have
sex with you, Jeremy, I always think of Valdemar."
"Valdemar?" I retorted. "Who is Valdemar?"
"Valdemar was the last boyfriend I had in Norway," she
responded, still giggling. "Whenever I am with you, Jeremy,
I think of Valdemar and that helps me get through it!"
Kristanna squealed and yelped as I offered her tight ass
a good, forceful slap underneath the hemline of her dress.
Her pretty eyes flashing, she then giggled and focused on
me. "Now what in the WORLD was THAT for?"
"For being a naughty girl," I answered, my hand busily
stroking and massaging her sweet ass. "And dreaming of that
Valdemar dude when you are having sex with me."
"Oh... you know I'm only joking!" she said, kissing me
on the lips. "I don't have many fond memories of Valdemar,
to tell you the truth. He cheated on me and I caught him."
"Did you judo-chop his ass?"
Kristanna laughed again, as I had referred to her karate
skills. "No... but I should have! I really should have!"
"I love you so much, Krissy," I told her, grinning, with
both arms now encircling her shoulders. "You're so nice and
sweet... and you ALWAYS make me laugh. I really should have
thought more about a relationship with you when we first met.
I should have married you a long, long time ago."
"'Woulda, 'shoulda, 'coulda," she murmured. "I am happy
for what we have now, Jeremy. You and me could have gotten
married and moved to Norway, yes... but then we would have
never met Devvy. Or any of the other girls. Devvy would
still be in Pennsylvania. She would still be miserable. I
cannot understand why Devvy's parents continue to condemn
her for what happened when she was just 16 summers old."
"The drug incident?" I frowned.
"Yes," Kristanna nodded. "Devvy lost her best friend,
Alicia. She died. Isn't that punishment enough? It is
not like Devvy is some sort of drug addict. She has never
touched any drugs since. The girl does not even drink or
smoke. How can her parents continue to condemn her for
something that happened so long ago?"
I shook my head. "I don't know, Krissy. I don't know."
"Devvy is the sweetest and most loving girl that I have
ever known," Kristanna mused. "She is such a babydoll to me.
I simply do not know how anyone could EVER be angry at her."
"Your idea of a three-way relationship with Devon really
intrigues me," I remarked. "I admit that."
"I admit that I love you," the quirky blonde grinned. "I
love you with ALL of my heart and soul. I always have."
I stared at Kristanna for a brief moment, a series of
intense feelings and sheer devotion running all throughout
me. Then I pressed my mouth to hers and held her tightly,
both of my hands now resting at the small of her back.
Kristanna embraced me in return, trailing her left hand
over and across my shoulder blades.
"Do me a favor and turn around," I moaned once our kiss
came to an end. I placed both hands on Kristanna's trim
waistline and helped spin her around so she was facing away
from me. My precious sweetheart looked over her shoulder at
me, however, then giggled as I dropped down to one knee.
"What about that blowjob?" she asked.
"Eventually," I nodded at Kristanna, appraising those
long, sleek legs of hers with both my eyes and hands. God,
I said to myself. Kristanna's legs were heavenly. Because
she was so tall (5-foot-11), they literally went on forever.
I could devote an entire story, and ramble on endlessly,
about how absolutely perfect and divine those legs were.
I showed a little of my appreciation for them by gliding
my tongue from mid-calf to upper thigh on both legs. Next,
I began to splay random kisses all over while massaging her
legs with both hands. Kristanna let out a little moan and
reached downward with her left hand, caressing my scalp and
running her slender fingers throughout my short brown hair.
When I reached around Kristanna and patted the library
table behind her with my right hand, she got the idea and
took a seat on its very edge. I quickly spread her thighs
as her feet now dangled about, and was rewarded with a full,
unobstructed view directly up her dress. I smiled at her,
then reached in and pulled her little G-string down, and off.
My eyes now fixated on the intoxicating cleft between her
thighs, I kissed her right knee-cap and proclaimed, "The
blowjob can definitely wait. Will you lay down for me?"
Kristanna let out an exaggerated sigh. "You're going to
eat my pussy? Stop the presses! Stop the presses! Jeremy
is actually going to eat my pussy! Stop the presses!"
"Don't patronize me, woman," I chuckled. "Keep it up,
and I won't lick that sweet, delicious pussy of yours. I'll
leave you high and dry - and not satisfied."
"That wouldn't be a first..." Kristanna joked.
"HEY!" I scoffed, albeit playfully. "Better be quiet!"
Grinning, Kristanna slid her thumb and forefinger across
her mouth - as if she were sealing her lips shut. The zipper
must have immediately broke, though, because she was talking
up a storm just seconds later.
"I better take a picture so I'll always remember this
moment! You're actually going to go oral on me! You don't
do this all that often, Jeremy, you know." Kristanna lifted
the hem of her dress well above her waist, allowing me total
access to her tender, glistening pussy. It looked totally
scrumptious, nestled all nice and neat between her luscious
thighs - with a blonde patch of curls mixed in.
"I could go oral on you from now until the very end of
eternity," I told her, reaching up and grasping her left
hand. I gently stroked it with my thumb. "Believe that."
She giggled. "You'd rather have me sucking your cock."
As she lay upon the table, Kristanna raised both of her
knees and looked at me from between them. I maintained eye
contact with her and offered a smile, then leaned forward
and kissed her inner thigh.
Still holding Kristanna's left hand, I then moved my face
in and began to lash away at her soft, velvety slit with my
tongue. Kristanna moaned and arched her neck in response,
but then re-focused her gaze on me. "I love you, Jeremy."
I withdrew my lips from her succulent folds long enough
to again kiss her inner thigh. "I love you too, peaches."
An instant later, I was dining on that delicious pussy yet
again. I worked over her clitoris; swiping the sensitive
nub of skin with my tongue in a hot, frenzied manner.
Wanting to increase her pleasure, I changed my motion -
now dabbing at her clitoris with my tongue. Kristanna was
already in the process of moaning out her approval for what
I was doing to her. I _LOVED_ watching her beautiful body
squirm and writhe about upon the library table beneath me.
When I inserted a pair of fingers between the moist folds
of her pussy, Kristanna's excitement level seemed to triple.
Now under an onslaught from my tongue as well as two fingers,
she grasped my left hand even harder with her own and let
out a loud, shrill moan. I had her close to an orgasm...
"Oh, Valdemar!" Kristanna screamed. "Valdemar!..."
My head darted out from between the Norwegian's thighs and
I glared at her. Kristanna, as you may imagine, was now in
one of her infamous laughing fits. She nailed me good...
"You're gonna get it," I warned her, grinning, while
shaking my head. "You're gonna get it."
Still laughing, Kristanna offered me her most innocent
expression. "Oops! Did I say VALDEMAR instead of Jeremy?"
Kristanna then broke into another round of heated laughter.
I folded both arms and glared at her. "You're a funny
little girl... you know that?"
"And that is why you love me so much!"
"One of the reasons," I nodded. "One of many, actually."
I paused and joked, "What type of name is Valdemar, anyway?
I have heard of the name Vladimir before, but not Valdemar."
"I could have screamed out Dagfinn, too," she giggled.
"Dagfinn was also a former boyfriend of mine."
"Dagfinn?" I exclaimed, my eyes wide.
"Momma almost named me Alfhild instead of Kristanna."
I took a step back. "Alfhild? You... ALFHILD?"
"Those are all popular Norwegian names," she told me.
"My name - Kristanna - is pretty rare and unique."
"Well... you're a pretty rare and unique girl."
"Thank you," Kristanna smiled.
I hesitated - unsure whether or not to ask this - but
ultimately figured I would get a good answer. "If I was
born in Norway, dear, what would be a good name for me?"
"Oddmund," she replied, without hesitation.
"ODDMUND? What about a name for Devon?"
"Magdalena."
I laughed. "I'm sure Devon would LOVE being named
Magdalena. She would get her name legally changed."
"Norwegians would hate being named Devvy, Pamela, Trish,
Pamela, Amy or Camille. It depends on where you come from.
The names I say to you now are all popular in my country."
She paused and added, "Your name would be Oddmund, though,
because you are such an odd man." Kristanna laughed again...
"Alfhild would be a good name for you," I countered. "We
could call you _ALF_ for short."
"That's not funny..." Kristanna told me.
I lunged forward and latched onto Kristanna's shoulders,
then pulled her up into a standing position with me. I
embraced her warmly and held her hand upon my own shoulder.
"I love you, sweetheart," I reiterated, laughing. "I could
just sit and talk with you from now until the end of time,
and be happy. I really, honestly mean that. No matter what,
you always bring a smile to my face."
"I like making other people laugh," Kristanna commented.
"Especially you and Devvy. I'm always teasing both of you.
I tease Devvy ALL of the time."
The 26-year-old squealed as I suddenly swept her up into
my arms. Kristanna hooked her left arm around my neck and
shoulder, then held on tight as I carried her over toward
the large, comfortable sofa. It was a scene reminiscent of
a new bride and groom in the hotel on their wedding night.
Maybe Kristanna and I would experience that for real one day?
"I'm not finished with you yet," I said, laying her down
across the plush sofa cushions. I deftly slid my right hand
between her thighs and tenderly massaged her little pussy
with a pair of extended fingers. I then made eye contact
with Kristanna and asked, "Do you know how much I love you?"
"Not as much as I love you."
I smiled at her heartfelt response while dropping to one
knee. My fingers still twiddling away upon her pussy, I
took a long, deep breath and simply stared at Kristanna for
several seconds. God, she was beautiful. The constant
smile across that face only made her even more attractive in
my eyes. But Kristanna's personality was the clincher. She
was such a charismatic and warm-hearted type of person. It
was an honor for me to call myself Kristanna's _man_.
"You know something, peaches?" I smiled and continued,
"I have always wanted to ask you what your first time having
sex was like. If you're willing to share?"
Kristanna made a face. "It happened when I was 16. It
was with my boyfriend at the time, Mubbashir."
"Mubbashir?" I exclaimed, my eyes wide. "Your boyfriend
was named Mubbashir? You're not making that up?"
"Mubbashir is a regular Norwegian name," she informed me.
"Anyway, when I lost my virginity... it's not a good memory.
Mubbashir and I snuck out to the barn on my family farm one
day after school. I will say one good thing for him, though.
He gave me the best _TWO-AND-A-HALF_ seconds of his life."
Once again, Kristanna made me burst out into laughter. It
took me awhile to settle down, too. A long time, in fact.
Where does she come up with some of the things that she says?
"My first time having sex was with you, of course," I
recollected, smiling from ear-to-ear. "I was 25, and you
were just 19. The roles were reversed, Krissy. I should
have been the one with all of the experience, and know-how."
Kristanna grinned and spoke in a dreamy tone, "I think it
turned out for the best... don't you?"
I growled. "Oh yes... I think it did. It was seven years
ago, but I remember all of the details like it was yesterday.
In fact, I remember what happened every single second."
Kristanna giggled. "I told you to lay down on the bed,
and let me do all of the work. I remember it vividly too."
She reached out and trailed the back of her right hand on
my crotch. "Hmmmmm... you were rock-hard then, too - just
like you are now." I gulped my throat as she continued, "I
will say that you lasted longer than Mubbashir." Kristanna
snickered and concluded, "But not much longer..."
I laughed at her. "I lasted long enough to make you cry
and scream out in orgasm. I think I did pretty good."
"I was crying and screaming, yes," Kristanna nodded.
"But it wasn't in orgasm... it was in dissatisfaction!
_THREE_ WHOLE SECONDS of dissatisfaction! That was all!"
Kristanna shelved her comical and playful demeanor for a
spell by conceding, "That was a very special day for me.
Mubbashir was a virgin when I had sex with him too, but he
did not come close to comparing with you, Jeremy. Plus, I
was a virgin then too. Neither of us had any clue as to
what we were doing. But I will always remember that I was
the teacher between us, and you were the student. That's
what made it so very special to me." She paused and then
cooed, "_I_ popped your cherry!"
"That you did," I agreed. "That... you did."
"I was the one who turned you into the pleasure machine
that you are today!" Kristanna gleefully proclaimed.
"Pleasure machine?"
"All you have to do is ask Devvy, Pamela, Lindsay, Trish
and Amy," Kristanna mused. "Ask any of them except Camille!
Devvy gave you the best nickname of all, Jeremy. You are
like a _Sybian_ - a sex machine - always able and willing to
please on a moment's notice. A pleasure machine!"
"I don't know about that," I chuckled. "You girls have
done a pretty good job of wearing me out over the past three
weeks. The gas tank is running on fumes."
"Trish is with Devvy, right?"
"Yes," I nodded. "They took my _Jeep_ and are exploring
the island as we speak."
Kristanna's blue eyes sparkled at me. "Trish insists that
you saved her life today. You rescued her from drowning."
I took a deep breath and sighed at those powerful words.
"Trish could have easily come back up on her own after being
knocked underwater by that wave."
"And Trish could have easily stayed underwater and drowned
because she was so very disoriented and full of panic."
"I just did what I had to do. That is all."
Kristanna grinned. "Jeremy... the reluctant hero." She
planted a simple kiss across the very tip of my nose and
continued, "Devvy thinks that Trish wants in on our life.
She honestly believes that Trish may want to make this a
four-way relationship." Kristanna paused for a brief moment.
"Of course, Trish seems a whole lot more attracted to you,
Jeremy, then she does either me or Devvy."
"How does that make you feel?"
The Norwegian shrugged her shoulders. "I am fine with it
for the time being. Trish is a really good friend of both me
and Devvy. No matter what, she would never try to drive a
wedge between the three of us. She is not like Pamela that
way. Plus, Trish was so incredibly happy when you and I
finally hooked up, Jeremy. She is very attracted to you, no
doubt. But Trish would never do anything to interfere in our
relationship... no matter how strongly she feels for you."
"What about Trish... in a relationship with us?"
"It is a possibility that I am open to," Kristanna nodded.
"At the same time, though, I have a _VERY_ long way to go
before I begin to even think of Trish in that sort of light.
You know, the same way I think of Devvy. The same way I
think about you, Jeremy. Trish is a good friend to me. A
very good friend. But I have no feelings for her that way...
not yet, anyway. Devvy just looks at her as a friend, too."
Kristanna changed the subject to our elderly housekeeper by
saying, "Louisa claims to be feeling much better. She even
wants to cook us dinner tonight."
"After being bed-ridden this morning?" I countered. "I
don't think so. Louisa has the rest of the day off."
"Hey... I just remembered something!" Kristanna squealed,
wiggling herself out from underneath me on the sofa. I
looked at her in confusion as she chirped, "Cover your eyes!"
"Why?"
Kristanna giggled. "Cover your eyes!"
"Okay," I relented, bringing both hands to my eyes and
shielding them. "Are you up to something sneaky?"
"Keep them covered until I say so," Kristanna requested,
as I listened to her open the closet door here inside the
library. All of my senses except sight on high alert, I
soon realized that Kristanna was busy rummaging through the
closet. Eventually, the noises stopped, and then I got the
feeling that Kristanna had returned to stand in front of me
as I lounged about and relaxed upon the sofa.
"What are you up to?"
"You haven't done any peeking... have you?"
"Of course not," I told her, my hands completely shielding
my eyes, effectively blinding me.
Kristanna giggled yet again. "Okay... look at me!"
"This should be interesting," I mused, uncovering my eyes
only to quickly break out into a wild rage of laughter.
"I remember putting this in the library closet when I was
here two months ago!" Kristanna exclaimed, as I continued to
laugh at the sight of her in an aforementioned Viking cap.
The hat had two horns - one white and the other blue -
along with a gold trim, and a mixture of purple, yellow and
red across the top. In addition, the silly-looking hat had a
gold braid dangling from one side, and a purple on the other.
"What in the world are you doing with that thing on?" I
asked Kristanna, still unable to hold back my laughter.
"I'm celebrating my heritage," she answered, hands on her
hips. Kristanna flipped one of the braids for emphasis and
added, "As I said, Leif Ericson was a Norse - like me. He
and his band of Vikings, like we also discussed earlier, were
the ones who really discovered America - in the year 1004.
Not Christopher Columbus." Kristanna made a face and ended,
"So that means the United States is a colony of Norway!"
I shook my head at her. "You're crazy, woman."
Kristanna began to tilt her head from side-to-side in a
repeated, albeit exaggerated motion, causing the silly braids
dangling from her hat to bounce and flip about. At the same
time, she went into song - but the lyrics were in Norwegian.
"Jeremy er en t�pe. Jeremy har ingen hjerne. Jeremy er en
t�pe! Jeremy har ingen hjerne! Men Jeremy er MIN t�pe og
jeg elsker ham over alt. Ja! Ja! Ja!"
"What the...?"
Kristanna laughed again. After my recent episodes with
Pamela and Amy, and the uneasiness that seemed to exist
between Camille and yours truly, AND the drama which took
place earlier with Trish, this conversation and encounter
with Kristanna was a very welcomed change of pace for me.
Leave it to Kristanna to bring a smile to my face when
times were bad. She had been doing that for me since the
first day we met. It was just her nature to do so.
"Jeremy er en t�pe. Jeremy har ingen hjerne. Jeremy er
en t�pe! Jeremy har ingen hjerne! Men Jeremy er MIN t�pe
og jeg elsker ham over alt. Ja! Ja! Ja!"
"What in the world are you singing?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes!" I answered, somewhat exasperated. "In English!"
Kristanna giggled. "Jeremy is a fool. Jeremy has no
brain. Jeremy is a fool! Jeremy has no brain! But Jeremy
is MY fool, and I love him so much. Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?"
"You should."
I reached out and gripped the gold braid from Kristanna's
replica Viking cap and held it loosely. I shook my head at
her and mused, "This is incredible."
"What is incredible?"
"These past couple of days," I responded. "Today is
Monday. "You told me, for the very first time, that you love
me last Thursday. That was four days ago." I shook my head
once again. "It... this is incredible, Krissy. It is."
"What?" she insisted.
"Me and you. You and me. I just... you've been my best
friend for so long. Years and years and years. Seven years.
But the thought of having you as my girlfriend, my lover, my
wife, maybe - it never crossed my mind until last Thursday."
"We have been lovers for seven years."
I nodded my head. "True, but you know what I mean."
"Yes. I wasn't your lover-lover. I was a friend-lover."
"I've told you everything about me," I breathed. "Every
little detail about my life, I have shared with you."
"You certainly do like to talk and open up," Kristanna
said. "No one has ever been so totally open and honest about
themselves than you have been with me, Jeremy. I love being
your sounding board. It is like I am a therapist for you at
times. I remember all the nights you and I used to lay awake
in bed and you would talk about you and your problems for
HOURS. I always did whatever I could to help you. But, on
the other hand, I have told you a lot about myself, too."
I smiled at her. "It's been a two-way street."
Kristanna grinned as well, then took a seat in my lap as
I was perched upon the edge of the sofa. My right hand still
playing with one of the hat's braids, I curled my left arm
around Kristanna's lower back and patted her waistline. "I
hope that you know me well enough, Krissy, to trust me."
She nodded her head. "I trust you completely, Jeremy. I
trust you more than I have ever trusted anyone in the past.
You are, without a doubt, the nicest and most sincere, most
honest man that I have ever met. Bar none."
"I would never do anything to hurt you."
Kristanna kissed the tip of my nose. "I know."
"Are you going to let me finish what I started?" I asked.
"Or should we keep talking about our feelings like this?"
"What did you start?"
"Your pussy," I told her. "I want to finish it off."
Kristanna smiled. "With your tongue?"
"Yes, with my tongue."
Even before I finished that last sentence, Kristanna had
dropped to the floor and then rolled onto her back. Her
thighs spread and knees high in the air, she offered me an
anxious expression while lifting her dress even higher.
Clutching its hemline near her breasts, it was obvious that
Kristanna wanted me to orally service her, too.
I offered Kristanna a glittering smile, then positioned
myself between those taut, inviting thighs. I began to lap
away upon that tasty, delicious pussy, which sent Kristanna's
luscious body into a squirming fit.
As she bathed in the ecstasy of my oral ministrations,
Kristanna got rid of her flower-print dress by slowly lifting
it up, and over, her head. Now clad in just a beige-colored
satin bra, Kristanna giggled as I reached up and squeezed
both of her firm breasts through it. Then, I yanked it off.
I began to work her bare breasts over with both hands, my
tongue twirling and darting about like a buzzsaw as it probed
Kristanna's tender pussy. The mere sight of the Nordic
goddess churning and vibrating about in response to what I
was doing to her warmed both my senses and my heart.
When I brought my left hand upward to caress Kristanna's
chin, she quickly sucked my index finger into her mouth and
began to nibble away on it. Her eyes locked squarely on me,
she worked my finger over as if it were a real cock.
Once Kristanna let out a sharp, agitated sigh, however, I
quickly withdrew my index finger from her beautiful mouth.
I was bringing Kristanna precariously close to an orgasm,
and I wanted her to enjoy it completely.
I was so into the act of feasting away on Kristanna's
pussy that sounds of great hunger were actually emanating
from within my throat as my tongue continued to busily slurp
away. Kristanna's entire body seemed to tense up in total
arousal, then she squeezed her thighs tightly around my head
and arched her slender back high off the floor. An instant
later, she growled out in the midst of an orgasmic eruption.
Smiling, I continued to stroke her heavenly breasts as her
body now shook and vibrated beneath me in the sensations.
I enjoyed witnessing Kristanna experiencing such intense
pleasure. It gave me a tremendous amount of satisfaction.
Sliding up her magnificent body, I found Kristanna's lips
with my own and offered her a passionate kiss. "That was a
wonderful late-afternoon snack," I told her, grinning.
"Thank you, Valdemar," Kristanna giggled.
I shook my head at her. "You're bad. Very bad."
Kristanna wrapped her arms around my shoulders in an
embrace and squeezed tightly. "I could get used to this."
"Used to what?"
Kristanna kissed my cheek. "Being with you. Spending
all of this time with you. I really like it, you know."
"I really like it, too," I grinned. "And I like you.
Tell me something, Missy Krissy. Peaches. Did Valdemar
ever treat you as good as I do?"
"No way," she responded. "Valdemar cheated on me."
"What about Dagfinn and Mubbashir?"
Kristanna laughed. "Dagfinn... I never really liked him.
There wasn't that special spark between us. Mubbashir was a
really nice guy. But even though I lost my virginity to him,
Mubby and I never had much of a future."
"MUBBY? Now I know why you call Devon Devvy." I paused
and added, "You have told me about Helga before."
"Helga was my favorite girlfriend," Kristanna nodded.
"She was the one that Valdemar cheated on me with. I heard
a rumor throughout school that Helga was into other girls.
So one day I cornered her, and seduced her. I stole Helga
away from Valdemar! It was very satisfying. There was also
Aleksia. She was the first girl that I had sex with. That
also happened in the family barn... in the lofts."
"Was there anyone else?"
Kristanna smiled. "Mr. Ulseth."
"Mr. Ulseth? Who was that?"
"My arithmetic teacher in high school."
My eyes wide, I choked and murmured, "Your... teacher?"
Kristanna nodded. "I used to go to school in my little
schoolgirl uniform - a white top, checkered skirt, and
pig-tails. I was failing arithmetic, but Mr. Ulseth said
he would give me a passing grade if I would do something in
return for him." My cock reached its fully erect status as
Kristanna continued, "I told him I would do anything for a
good grade, so he ripped my top off and spun me around, and
shoved me against the chalkboard. It was so hot and erotic
for this older man - my teacher - to take advantage of me
like I was this innocent girl." Kristanna giggled. "But I
was FAR from innocent. Mr. Ulseth took control of me. He
threw me on his desk, and he fucked me so LONG and HARD."
She sighed. "Wow... I'm getting wet just thinking about it."
Gulping my throat, I soon realized that I was speechless.
That naughty, sinful recollection of a sexual encounter from
Kristanna's past nearly took my breath away. She had allowed
a teacher to have sex with her in exchange for better grades?
Just imagining the scene in my mind gave me goose-bumps!
"I'm only kidding, Jeremy!"
"WHAT?" I exclaimed, caught off-guard.
"Just joking!" Kristanna laughed. "That never happened
for real." I let out an exaggerated growl before Kristanna
murmured, "It did happen in my mind, though. I had such a
major, major crush on Mr. Ulseth. All types of fantasies!"
Kristanna took a deep breath. "Being a very bad, naughty
schoolgirl is a major fantasy of mine. It always has been.
I have always wanted to dress up like one, for somebody."
I coughed a few times in succession, trying to clear my
ragged throat. "You can dress up for me anytime, peaches."
"Can I give you that blowjob now, baby?"
I growled and answered, "Of course you can."
After rising to my feet, Kristanna quickly got onto her
knees before me and began to tug at both my belt and shorts.
The young woman unlooped my belt while also pulling my
shorts and briefs downward. I stepped out of them and an
instant later, she was paying erotic homage to my cock.
I sighed and moaned in undeniable lust as Kristanna's
blonde head bobbed back-and-forth across my erection, her
lips sealed tightly around it. Her right hand stayed busy
by gripping the base of my shaft and stroking it, while
also twiddling away on my testicles with her other hand.
Next, I tossed my head back and growled in total desire
as Kristanna hungrily sucked and slurped away on my shaft.
This woman was, for lack of a better term, a true tactician
when it came to oral sex. Kristanna _LOVED_ sucking my cock,
and it showed. She also took a great deal of pride in it.
Soon, Kristanna withdrew my erection from her mouth and
started to swipe its full length in the open air - much like
it was a big lollipop. I growled out like a madman while
witnessing this, as her luminous blue eyes were focused and
trained on my face. Those eyes of hers were so pretty...
Once the lollipop-licking motion came to an end, Kristanna
fastened her little mouth onto my aching erection and then
swallowed it whole. Showcasing her immense talent for the
art of deep-throating, Kristanna kept her eyes locked with
mine as I reached down and placed both hands upon either
side of her head. Suddenly, everything was so clear to me.
I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this goddess...
When a noise of extreme hunger and desire emanated from
the far reaches of Kristanna's throat, something inside my
body snapped, and I simply lost control of myself. I roared
out my passion with a thunderous scream as I deposited a
thick, heavy helping of fresh sperm directly into Kristanna's
hungry mouth. Much to her credit, not even a single drop
escaped. She kept her lips sealed tightly around my shaft
and guzzled every last ounce of sperm down her greedy throat.
Good Lord... what a feeling of intense satisfaction!
After the delirious ecstasy of my orgasm had reached its
apex and then simmered down, Kristanna finally released my
cock from within her mouth. Still on her knees - with that
Viking hat atop her head - Kristanna smiled up at me and
proclaimed, "That was a good afternoon snack for me, too!"
My head still spinning in the aftermath of orgasm, I took
a moment or two to rest before sitting down next to Kristanna
upon the floor and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. I
kissed the side of her face and mused, "Incredible..."
Kristanna offered me a heartfelt, genuine smile. "This
has always been my ultimate fantasy, Jeremy."
"What?"
"For you to want to be with me just as much as I have
always wanted to be with you." Kristanna wiped away a
single tear from her eye and added, "I thought this day
would never come. I thought it would only exist in my mind."
"These four days have been totally amazing," I agreed.
"Yes, it has. I'm happier now than ever before!"
Suddenly, I got this intense feeling within me. I do not
know where it came from, or what exactly was fueling it.
But I felt as if I did not tell Kristanna what was on my
mind right now, I would most surely explode.
"Sweetheart, can I ask you something? I know it is going
to sound crazy, but I have to ask it. I have to be honest."
"What is it?" she wondered. "You can ask me anything.
You know that you can ALWAYS be totally honest with me."
After ten seconds of total silence - where I thought to
myself that indeed, I was crazy - I finally found the will
to speak. "Kristanna, I have spent the past 13 years of my
life running away and now, for the first time in a long time,
I want to run to something. To someone. To you."
"Oh God," Kristanna moaned once I rose up to a single knee
before her. Tears began to form in her eyes and she covered
her mouth with both hands. "Jeremy! You're going to ask..."
"I know it's crazy," I interjected, laughing, but also
short of breath. "I have only looked at you this way since
last Thursday. But we have been best friends for seven years
and counting. No one knows me better than you do. No one.
And I cannot think of a better person than you to be with."
"Jeremy..."
I grasped her right hand with both of mine and looked
deep into those tear-stained eyes of hers. She knew what
was coming next. "I have searched my entire life for a
woman as precious and as wonderful as you. I... I would
like to ask you to accept my love, my name, and everything
that I am. Please make me the happiest man in the world by
becoming my wife." I paused, allowing those words to sink
in. "Kristanna Sommer [Last Name]... will you marry me?"
Her hand trembling as I held it, and her face overcome
with emotion, Kristanna was speechless. For the first time
in her life, this ultra-outgoing and charismatic woman was
totally speechless. Thus, I found myself talking again.
"This was all so sudden on my part, dear. It wasn't
planned." I laughed, my own body full of the jitters. "I
don't even have a ring for you yet. But I swear to you...
I'll get you a ring, and make this proposal complete."
Kristanna massaged her throat with her free hand and
managed to whisper in a weak tone, "Yes... I'll marry you."
She then got rid of her Viking hat and rose up to both
knees before me. After a moment where we looked at each
other through a dual collection of tears, Kristanna tossed
her arms around my shoulders and hugged me fiercely.
"Oh God, Jeremy... I LOVE YOU!" my new fiancee exclaimed.
Still embracing me, she then held both hands out and gushed,
"Look at me! Look at me! I'm SHAKING!" Soon, the embrace
from Kristanna came with a powerful, vise-tight grip. She
began to bounce and vibrate as both of us stood on our knees
before each other, locked as one. "I LOVE YOU, JEREMY! OH
GOD... I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! WE WILL BE SO HAPPY TOGETHER!"
A wide range of positive emotions swirling throughout my
entire body, I buried my face upon Kristanna's shoulder and
felt like crying. This was the happiest moment of my life!
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