[[[-IF4-P10.TXT-]]] ---------------- Island Fever 4: Paradise Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com M/F, F/F and a whole lot more ---------------- Chapter 10: "Kristanna" ------------------------------------------- -*- Thursday, June 5, 2015 -*- "Do I know you?" I looked up from the computer laptop here on the front porch only to find a very tall, statuesque blonde standing before me who was so radiant, her beauty shone out across the whole ocean. People on the other side of the world were probably wondering what was making such a happy, joyous glow. "Excuse me?" I asked. Kristanna grinned. "Do I know you? Because I'm having an awfully hard time recognizing you with your clothes on." She then broke out into a fit of sweet, melodious laughter. I glared up at my 25-year-old wife, an eyebrow raised, and was temporarily thrown for a loop by her playful comment. "That's seriously how you are saying hello to me today?" "Oh, lighten up, Jeremy!" Kristanna insisted, offering me a quick-hitting embrace from behind. "You're way too tense lately!" She came around to my frontside and looked at what was on the laptop's monitor. "What'cha doing? You looking at porn again on the Internet?" This time, I had to stifle a laugh of my own. "No, little Miss Curious, I am NOT looking at porn. You and your co-horts see to it that there is enough porn in my regular, everyday life that I do not need to seek out more on the Internet." Kristanna gasped and held a hand to her mouth as if she was greatly stunned. Even appalled. "I'm telling the other girls that you called all of them my co-horts!" "You go right ahead," I encouraged her, as I returned my focus to the laptop's monitor and resumed typing. However, I slowly turned my gaze to the right and looked at Kristanna as she was nosily peering over my shoulder at the screen. "Seriously, what are you doing?" "Why do you got to be such a woman and know everything?" "JEREMY!" she screeched at my teasing words. "I'm checking the weather reports for the next few days," was my answer. "We only have today and tomorrow left on the island before it will be time to fly back home on Saturday. Clear skies and sunshine today and tomorrow, and 80 degrees." "That sounds perfect!" Kristanna chirped. "What about Norway? What's it like back home right now?" I did some furious typing on the keyboard. "Hmmmm... says it will be 17 degrees in Oslo on Saturday. Of course, that is Celsius, and that translates to about 63 for Fahrenheit, I think. So, quite a bit cooler than the island." "The temperature won't really pick up and start to get warmer in Norway until July," Kristanna mused. I shrugged my shoulders. "Fine with me. I'm just glad we have our pool area with the climate-controlled dome back home. We can go swimming in the dead of winter if we want." "Very true," Kristanna nodded, suddenly shoving the laptop computer to the side and promptly plopping herself across my lap and hooking her slender, loving arms around my neck and shoulders. She smiled brightly at me, her blue eyes twinkling like stars, then kissed my forehead. Kristanna looked mesmerizing as usual, wearing what, at initial glance, appeared to be an oversized t-shirt with flouncy sleeves, with an aqua and white tie-dye color and design pattern. In actuality, it was a pull-over dress that simply resembled a t-shirt, and went down to mid-thigh. I reached out with a hand and grasped her right foot and the strappy sandal which adorned it, then ran my thumb over and across her toes in repeated succession. "What do you have planned today, sweetheart?" I asked her. "Maybe going down to the beach with Devon and Pamela for their picnic?" Kristanna smiled and offered me an innocent shrug of the shoulders. She then made a happy face and retorted, "Oh, I don't know. Maybe I'll just spend the day with you!" I chuckled at her and placed my opposite hand upon her hip. "I would certainly have no objections if you did. Where's the wild man at, Kaden?" "Kaden and Piper are taking a nap right now," Kristanna informed me, referring to the two infant children in our extended family. "Do not worry, Jeremy... Lindsay and Amy volunteered to keep an eye on them." "That is good." Kristanna gave an impish expression. "So... did you get Lindsay pregnant yet, Jeremy? Plaster her with your seed?" This crazy woman and her personality - its quirks - and so many things she said (and the way she said them) oftentimes kept me full of laughter. "I'm trying, honey. I was with her twice yesterday - in the morning after breakfast, and then again last night before bed-time in the shower." Kristanna giggled. "Devvy and I heard Lindsay screaming through the walls when you two were in the shower. We almost barged in and made it a four-some." "You should have," I encouraged her. "You should have brought all of the girls with you and made it an eight-some!" "An eight-some?" Kristanna chortled. "If I did that, Jeremy, you would not be able to walk right now! The way your back has been acting up lately... you be laid up in bed all day long like the old man that you are." "HEY!" I scorned her, albeit playfully. "Don't go start calling me old like Lindsay does. I'm only 41." "But have the body of someone who is 81!" I tilted my head and glared at Kristanna as she laughed merrily. That line was straight out of Lindsay's book. "I have a good mind right now, Krissy, to put you directly over my knee and give you a spanking." She burst out into laughter again as I added, "God only knows you deserve one really bad." "You need to remember, Jeremy, I'm not Lindsay or Amy!" Kristanna exclaimed, still giggling up a wild storm. "If you even TRY to give me a spanking, you will regret it!" Indeed, Kristanna did not have the submissive qualities that both Lindsay and Amy did. She was not the type of woman who would take well to a spanking. In fact, she was more dominant than anything - and had administered a few spankings of her own in the past. Her favorite victim was Devon, of course, but she had also gotten rough with Lindsay and Amy, and even Pamela a time or two. Every time I had ever threatened to spank Kristanna, she would invariably threaten me that I better not even try. Of course, it was said in a very fun and spirited way. Nearly everything Kristanna did was fun. She just _loved_ to laugh. "Did you get to talk to Trish any more?" Kristanna asked, suddenly changing to a much more serious topic. "Not yet." Kristanna caressed the back of my neck with her fingers. "You keep trying to look for a cure for Trish, Jeremy, but you're not going to find one. There is no cure; she lost her father tragically, and there is no bringing him back. There is nothing you can do to magically make Trish feel suddenly all happy and chipper again. All you can do - all any of us can do - is offer Trish our love and support. Slowly but surely, she will get back to normal." "And keep in mind," Kristanna added, "as bad as Trish feels now, she would feel a hell of a lot worse if she was not surrounded by so many people who love and care for her. We are helping her, Jeremy - YOU are helping her - by simply being there for her. But there is no magic cure that will make all the bad feelings go away." Kristanna pouted and continued, "It just seems to me that is what are you looking for. I just don't want you to get frustrated over it." "I love Trish just as much as you do," she stressed to me. "Trish is my wife just like she is yours. It really hurts me to have to watch Trish go through this difficult time the way she is. But please, Jeremy. Please do not beat yourself up over what happened. It is not your fault, and certainly no one is blaming you. Again, there is no magic cure for her." I sat there in silence for 20 seconds, allowing Kristanna's words - her wisdom, if you will - to sink in and register. As usual, she was right. But could I still accept that and allow myself simply to sit back and watch Trish suffer? "I love you, Jeremy," Kristanna suddenly proclaimed, breaking the silence and embracing me warmly with both arms. "Ohhhhh... you care about all of us, you're the greatest husband any girl could ever ask for. But you want to solve every single problem, and make it go away immediately. That is great and all, but sometimes it's not quite that easy. You're such a great guy, and you have the biggest heart." "I love you too, Krissy." "Let's you and I go out and do something together on the island," Kristanna suggested, pulling back and smiling at me. "C'mon... just you and me. No one else! Kaden will be fine without us for awhile. Piper too. C'mon... just like old times, when I used to fly here from Norway and visit you when I was younger - well before the others came along." "I'd like that very much," I told her. * * * I watched as the cool water cascaded over Kristanna's sleek, suntanned body, washing off the salt and sand, the coconut sunscreen and surfboard wax, as she stood just three feet away away from me underneath the next nozzle. Although I knew every nook and cranny of Kristanna's lean, beautiful body, I could not help but to steal quick peeks and glances of her whenever I could regardless. Water from the beach access shower splashed down onto her delicate shoulders and torso, drizzling all over - and through - her two-piece, strapless white bikini before dripping down her long, graceful legs. Kristanna and I had spent the past four hours playing and frolicking together both in and out of the ocean alongside the southwestern tip of the island. It was late afternoon, the sky a majestic blue, while the horizon was tinged with hints of orange and black. A few shadows fell on Kristanna's sexy body and, even as I shook my head furiously as if to clear the mental cobwebs, I could hardly believe that this was actually my life - and that she was my bride. 16 years my junior, Kristanna was sex on a surfboard. Sun-kissed and sweet, happy and free, outgoing and sexy as could be. And she was mine; all mine! Actually, ours... I watched Kristanna turn the shower off, then whip her hair about, its long locks damp and sticky, and run a dry towel through it. "What's on your mind, baby?" she swooned. "Nothing specific, I suppose," I answered. "Just happy." "Same here," Kristanna said, handing me a hot, sun-toasted towel. "I love the beach this time of day. But I love it even more with you here by my side." "You mean that?" I smiled, dabbing my face with the towel. "I mean it every time I say it, Jeremy," Kristanna scolded me playfully. "So stop asking me if I mean it every time I say it. God... you're such a drama queen." I raised an eyebrow at her. "A drama queen? Me?" "Yes, you!" she giggled. We dressed, my insides overflowing with love and devotion for my precious wife. Kristanna slipped into her favorite cover-up, a yellow sundress I had purchased for her two years ago during one of our excursions to the mainland while still living here. It was comfortable yet still dressy and, with her gray sandals and bronzed skin, looked perfect on her. Kristanna and I grabbed our surfboards (which had gotten quite the workout today) and respective duffel bags, then returned to my trusty, old _Jeep Wrangler_, which was parked alongside the forest's edge. It may have been a 1987 model with over 170,000 miles on it, but the _Jeep_ still ran beautifully. I originally purchased it in 1991 while still attending high school, and had been a fixture here on the island since 1998. I had always taken great care of it. One place on the island that Kristanna wanted to visit before we returned home to Norway was the natural garden in the northwestern valley, nestled between the crashing surf and a thundering waterfall. This area, with its constant mist and rich volcanic soil, was especially ideal for plant life. Simply dubbed _Eden_ by Kristanna several years ago, this five acre garden was home to hundreds of species of tropical trees, flowers and other plant life such as lovely orchids, heliconias, torch gingers and bromeliads. While exploring the garden, Kristanna and I spotted a pack of howler monkeys up in the trees way above us. Once they took notice of us, the wild animals began to howl furiously; their loud screams could travel as far as three miles through a dense forest. Howler monkeys are generally not considered aggressive toward humans, but Kristanna and I kept our distance regardless, not wanting to invade their territory. Still, we got some excellent photographs of them. Our final destination before returning to the mansion was the incredible bamboo forest located not too far from the aforementioned natural garden. Boasting some of the island's most surreal beauty, this particular forest veil gave way to a lush jungle, fresh water swimming holes and four small waterfalls. It was one of those kind of places which initiated a true sense of calm, relaxation and adventure. We sat underneath a small outpouring of fresh water from a mere seven feet above and did nothing but cuddle and talk for a good half-hour. Indeed, I absolutely _loved_ my life. * * * Kristanna and I had such an amazing day out and about that neither of us ever wanted it to end. We had been alone for the majority of it - harking back to the initial roots of our relationship as the Norwegian valkyrie visited me here on the island several times over a four year period (from 2009-2013) well before any of the other ladies appeared in our lives. As for the other ladies, they had a keen sense as a group, and suggested that Kristanna and I round out this wonderful day by spending the remainder of it together - just the two of us. Lindsay suggested the guest cottage for us, insisting that she and the others would have their own private "girl's night" across the way in the mansion. Kristanna and I agreed, but only after spending three hours playing with our 10-month-old son, Kaden. Once he got tired, we passed him off to the watchful and caring arms of Lindsay. She would see to it that Kaden had a good night as Kristanna and I enjoyed our time alone together in the guest cottage. If there were any problems whatsoever as it pertained to Kaden, Lindsay would let us know immediately. * * * "I think you should eat something," were my words for Kristanna, as she relaxed on the sofa and tilted her head back as if she was tired. "Why don't you go and get changed, honey, while I sneak over to the main house and raid the kitchen? I know you're hungry. I'm no expert chef like Amy, you know, but I make a mean grilled cheese." A gentle smile came across Kristanna's lips. "Just like the good ol' days. You used to make grilled cheese for me all the time when we were younger." "So is that a plan?" "Hmmmmm," she purred, her expression thoughtful. "I get changed. You cook. Sounds great." "And then I get you to bed." A slow smile overtook Kristanna's face. "Yeah?" The contents of the refrigerator in the mansion offered an insight to the healthy diet and lifestyle that our family continually strived to maintain as a group. Raw vegetables, several different types of cheese, organic chicken, fresh fish and orange juice (not to mention a tall pitcher of cherry _Kool-Aid_ for Trish) adorned the shelves. I made haste in drumming up the basics - bread, cheese and butter. After all, those were the bare essentials for any grilled cheese sandwich. But the key to making the _best_ grilled cheese was the type of cheese that you used. I could have opted for the old reliable and just went for American, but figured I would try something new with Havarti instead. After all, Havarti was Kristanna's favorite type of cheese. I quickly returned to the nearby guest cottage and soon congratulated myself and the technique I used as I pulled off a one-handed flip as the sandwich popped and sizzled over the hot, steaming skillet. My motto was always extra, extra cheese, followed by more cheese. Once finished, I transferred the culinary masterpiece and called over my shoulder to the back of the house, "Food's ready, Krissy." It took a second and third call, but eventually Kristanna appeared in the kitchen wearing a pink t-shirt that went all the way down to mid-thigh. I swallowed hard at the expanse of luscious skin on display. Those legs were long, toned and bare. They were also incredibly sexy. "Hi baby," she grinned at me. I took the plate over and set it down in front of my wife, who had already settled at the kitchen table. She took a tentative bite and nodded her head in approval. "You haven't lost your touch." "Of course I haven't." Kristanna smirked between bites. "You've always been kind of a genius when it comes to making grilled cheese." "Learned it from my mom." Kristanna finished half of the tasty sandwich and downed her bottled water. "Sleepy," she said to me, leisurely resting her chin on her hand in the most adorable fashion. Usually I was the one tired and exhausted after a long day out, but tonight the tables had been turned for some odd reason. Kristanna seemed groggy and sluggish. She began to feel tired earlier while we were playing with Kaden. Nevertheless, I adjusted a strand of hair behind her ear. "Why don't you go tuck yourself in and I'll finish up here?" She nodded at me, then got up and went down the hallway to the quaint, little bedroom. Meanwhile, I gave the plate and pan a good scrubbing before putting them back in their respective cabinets. I noticed on the refrigerator, there was a stylish, little magnet that read _Dinner will be ready when the smoke alarm goes off_. I ran my thumb across the magnet and smiled, remembering the exact day some six years ago when Kristanna bought it at a thrift store in Lima. Once entering the bedroom, I found my captivating bride on top of the covers, already fast asleep. For a moment, I just had to stare because Kristanna looked so angelically beautiful that it was impossible not to. Her blonde hair fell in a swoop across her forehead, just shy of her eyes, which possessed the most attractively long lashes. The fabric of the t-shirt Kristanna wore was quite thin and left little to the imagination. The generous curvature of her breasts, the nipples protruding against the light cotton, and then there was the expanse of leg so gloriously on display. Kristanna looked like a sexy advertisement in a magazine, right there in front of me. Good God! Closing my eyes for a moment against the perfection in front of me, I swallowed, wondering whether or not I should actually wake her up. "Hey," I finally whispered, running my fingers gently through the hair on Kristanna's forehead. "Let's get you under the covers, okay?" Her eyes opened and focused softly on mine. She gave me a small smile in recognition. "Hey." "Hey, yourself." Before I knew it, Kristanna took my hand and pulled me down. Our mouths were inches apart, but the much more immediate issue was the curves I felt pushing up against me. I wanted to explore them so very badly. "Kiss me," she breathed. I moved my lips toward hers and definitely found myself enjoying the moment, sinking into the reassuring depths of wonderful that kissing Kristanna always brought me to. She let out a soft, little sigh, which should not have done anything to me, but dear God, it did. My heart pounded wildly within my chest. My hands wanted to engage; to explore the body that was pressed up so sensually upon my own. "You need some rest, Krissy," I told her, breaking the kiss and stepping away. "You're obviously very tired. You need to get underneath the covers." Kristanna nodded and pulled her feet up so I could snatch the sheet out from beneath her. The quick action caused her t-shirt to ride high, exposing her silky G-string beneath. Hmmmmm, I moaned inwardly, swallowing hard to the incredibly powerful reaction my body had to the luscious sight. Kristanna then slipped beneath the sheets and I pulled the covers up to her chin. There. Totally covered. "Join me," she said, motioning to the spot next to her. Sleep certainly did not come easily on this night for me. The minutes ticked by like hours. 45 minutes later, Kristanna moved into me, resting her head beneath my chin and slipping her arm across my waist in a move that I was not sure had been intentional or not. I inhaled sharply, the warmth of Kristanna's skin against mine, the wonderful scent of her hair. Some sort of berry. It was an onslaught of sensation and more than a little overwhelming. Before long, I realized Kristanna was breathing slow and deep. Out like a light. The kind of peaceful breathing reserved for those dead to the world. I smiled myself, and something shifted in me. With Kristanna sleeping soundly against me, I felt content, comfortable, at home. I wrapped my arms around my wife and pulled her more firmly in before giving in to the serenity of the moment and closing my eyes. I remember absently playing with Kristanna's hair just before sleep finally claimed me. It was a splendid way for me to finally drift off. * * * "Kaden! Kaden! Hey, you got my make-up there!" I awoke the following morning to the sound of Kristanna's cheerful, jovial voice somewhere off in the distance. It took several well-devoted blinks before I was able to fully rouse myself and realize that I was in the guest cottage on this Friday morning. I turned my face to the side and glanced into the adjacent washroom, where Kristanna was standing at the mirror with our infant son, Kaden, who was poking around in the cabinets directly beneath her. "Kaden!" Kristanna reached down and tickled his neck from behind. "Look at mama! Uhhhhh, you're ignoring me!" When she giggled, Kaden turned and peeked up at her with a smile of his own. "Every single morning, while I do my make-up, you stay down there and play with the bottles and the caps!" I took a deep breath and sighed contently, happy to lay there and watch my beloved wife and son in silence. The alarm clock beside me read 8:50am. Did I actually sleep for close to ten hours last night? "Where you going, wild man?" Kristanna chirped, as Kaden crawled toward the clothes hamper and inspected its base with his little hands and fingers. She followed him, then knelt down and patted his shoes. "Look at those feet! Look at those cute, little feet!" When Kaden turned around, he actually made eye contact with me and then let out a loud squeal, only to rumble out of the washroom on his hands and knees and promptly come crawling over to me. "Oh, Daddy is awake!" Kristanna exclaimed. She again followed Kaden, then picked him up and plopped him across my chest. Kristanna tenderly squished him between us, making him laugh, as she leaned in close and stole a quick kiss from me. "Hey baby!" she greeted me, motioning toward Kaden. "Look who I went over and got this morning!" She serenaded his cheek with kiss after kiss. "It's... the wild man!" I hugged Kaden to me, then helped him sit up atop my chest. "Any issues with him or Piper last night?" "No," she responded. "Not at all. There are never any issues when Lindsay watches Kaden." "What about Piper?" I asked, referring to my six-month-old daughter. "Mama Pamela was about to give her a bath when I snatched Kaden away about an hour ago." Kristanna's face lit up with a smile as she continued, "You should have seen it, Jeremy! Kaden was with Amy, and he was actually hugging and bopping his little head upon her pregnant belly!" "He's getting antsy," I grinned in response. "Wants to meet his new baby sister." Kaden toppled off of my chest and tumbled onto the bed. He really seemed to enjoy that. "You feeling any better?" I asked Kristanna. "You seemed really tired last night." "Oh, I'm fine," she assured me. "It's just the night before, Kaden had a bad night and was up for a long time. I did not get a whole lot of sleep. Then, maybe I kind of over-exerted myself yesterday with everything you and I did outdoors - especially at the beach." Kristanna pouted. "I wanted last night to be special for us, Jeremy. I was all set for it, too. I'm sorry I got so sleepy and ruined it." "Every night - every moment - with you is special to me, sweetheart," I told her, which elicited a definite reaction. "We can fool around, we can stare at the walls or we can fall asleep like two old folks in a nursing home. I love and cherish every minute I get to spend with you regardless." "Such a hopeless romantic you are," Kristanna giggled, wiping a single tear from her eye. "Kaden! Daddy is a hopeless romantic!" Perhaps Kaden was listening; perhaps he was not. Whatever the case, he now seem fascinated by the television remote control and its big, thick buttons. "I'll make it up to you, Jeremy." "Make what up to me?" "Last night!" she chirped. "I wanted us to make love, you know, and end what was an absolutely perfect day. I will make it up to you... I promise." "Oh, okay," I teased her. "I'll hold you to that." I smiled and added in a devilish, fiendish tone, "You get tired and fall asleep like that when you get old, you know." Kristanna broke out into a round of hysterical laughter. "Old? YOU are calling ME old?" "I'm not the one who was too tired for sex last night. Looks like you're startin' to break down there, Krissy. Soon, you'll be stuck in bed, and YOU will be the one who Scarlett is going all _Dr. Caregiver_ on." "You're funny, Jeremy. NOT!" Hmmmmm, I thought to myself, suddenly realizing that today was going to be our final full day on the island for the foreseeable future. Tomorrow, we were taking the big boat to the mainland at 5:00am and meeting up with my private flight crew (Mike, his wife Carolyn, her sister Barbara and the co-pilot, Craig) at the airport. They were going to fly us in my private jetliner some 7,100 miles away to our ultimate destination of Oslo, Norway, with quick maintenance stops in Miami, Florida, Washington, DC and Reykjavik, Iceland. We would have preferred to extend our vacation another week or two on the island, of course, but Scarlett had to return to work on Monday morning from _compassionate leave_ (bereavement). Why Scarlett insisted on keeping her job, despite the fact that she loved being a nurse, was beyond me. Scarlett felt guilty earlier in the week, naturally, and even offered to travel back to Norway by her lonesome so the rest of us could stay on the island a little while longer. Our family did not operate that way, however; the thought of Scarlett traveling alone and then being by herself for a week or two back in our home in Norway never even crossed anyone's mind (except hers). So... yes, today was the last full day of our tropical excursion. Tonight we would work on packing suitcases and hopefully get some quality sleep; 3:00am (our wake-up time in the morning) would come awfully early. However, our family still had the rest of this morning and the afternoon ahead of us before we had to worry about preparing to go back home to Norway. Another jaunt to the beach, but with everyone included this time? Scuba diving and/or snorkeling off the coast? Perhaps a picnic at the base of the volcano? How about at its top? With the demands that I knew were awaiting our family in future years (I could easily envision anywhere from seven to ten little kids ruling the house by 2020), I did not know how many more viable opportunities we would have to return to the island. Thus, today had to be memorable. It had to be fun. It had to be a day, quite frankly, we would never forget. <<<- End of Chapter 10 ->>> ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- - -- - - - - --- -- ----== "Island Fever 4: Paradise" (c) 2015 JeremyDCP - JeremyDCP@hotmail.com Feedback is always appreciated!