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Island Fever 4: Paradise
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com
M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 19: "Valkyrie"
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Hi! My name is Kristanna and I will be your storyteller
today. Pamela and Trish got their turn at this, so I simply
figured... why not me? I stole Jeremy's keyboard and this
particular chapter will be written exclusively in my words,
with my viewpoint. Did you, as the reader, honestly believe
that "Island Fever" would end before I got the opportunity
to share what is on my devious, little mind? Of course not.
In all seriousness, in her chapter, Pamela described many
of the fears and emotions that she was going through when
Jeremy and I were finally able to convince her to give our
unique lifestyle and family a try. Trish, on the other hand,
went a much more erotic route, detailing the celebration that
she and Lindsay had with Jeremy on the evening after she had
informed him that she was pregnant with his child.
So, what should Kristanna do? (By the way, why do some of
you refer to me as _Christina_ in e-mail feedback to Jeremy?
Butcher my name some more, why don't you!) What should I do?
Should I go back in time some six years, and give a synopsis
of the weekend when I first met Jeremy while vacationing in
Peru with my family? You know, I felt so comfortable and at
ease with Jeremy from the very beginning that I agreed to go
back to his island with him the same day that I met him.
Would you enjoy reading about the adventures and exploits of
19-year-old Kristanna already madly in love with Jeremy?
What about my point of view, describing my wedding with
Pamela? My wedding with Devon? How about the evolution of
the relationship that Scarlett has built with our family?
Or the day my precious son, Kaden, was born? That would be a
wonderful idea for a chapter, and I strongly considered it.
In the end, however, I decided to write about something
relatively simple. Jeremy devoted all of chapter 17 and
nearly half of 18 to detailing the vacation for two that he
and Lindsay recently took to the United States. The little
squirt wanted to tell her mother and trio of sisters (Alison
is smoking hot, by the way, and I would LOVE for her to be
added to our loving family one day) face-to-face that yes,
Jeremy was capable of shooting more than just blanks, he had
knocked Lindsay up. Finally! After many months of trying...
So, while Jeremy and Lindsay were having their fun in
Cincinnati, what about the rest of us? Is there any love
for Pamela, Devon, Trish, Amy, Scarlett and yours truly, as
well as Kaden and Piper? Is anyone interested in knowing
how we kept ourselves occupied here in Norway while Jeremy
and Lindsay hammed it up in Ohio? You know what the old
saying is, right? Girls just wanna have fun...
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"Norway Fever"
Written by: Kristanna
-*- Tuesday, June 16, 2015 -*-
-*- Sandvika, Norway -*-
"Cheer me up immediately or I may not make it."
I looked up from the floor in the center of the living
room where I had been playing with Kaden and eyed Pamela
narrowly. She had just gotten home and came bursting
through the front door in a hot flash. "Well that's overly
dramatic, but okay."
"Completely called for," Pamela frowned, holding up a
speeding ticket, only to fall backward onto the reclining
chair in a heap.
"Ohhhhh, they finally got you," Trish said from the
kitchen, where she poured a glass of cherry _Kool-Aid_.
"Busted! Have you finally learned your bad motorist lesson?"
"No," Pamela answered meekly. Then she sat up. "Wait.
What's the lesson again?"
"That you're a horrible driver and should stick to mass
transit at all times, Pammy," I quickly informed her. Oh,
this was too easy. I loved busting on and teasing Pamela.
It was definitely one of my favorite past-times in life.
She even gave a little twitch when I called her _Pammy_.
"They invented buses and subways for drivers like you."
"But I love my _Lotus Elise_," she mewed. "It's so cute."
Amy reached over and placed a reassuring, sympathetic hand
upon Pamela's knee. "You know what's not so cute? Traffic
jail. I'm not thinking orange is your color."
"No, it's not," Pamela agreed solemnly. "Would rather
steer clear of traffic jail. If it even exists."
"Then listen to reason." Trish offered Pamela her glass,
which she wholeheartedly drank from before handing it back.
"Thank you. That helped."
"I know. _Kool-Aid_ tends to make the world better." And
Trish was off to the sofa as Devon stepped forward and handed
Piper to her horrible driver of a mother, Pamela.
"Oh, look at you!" Pamela swooned, holding and dangling
Piper about just in front of her. "You look all nice and
comfy-cozy in your pajamas! Are you excited that it's pajama
day, Piper? You get to spend the whole day in your jammies!"
Pamela tapped Piper on the nose, eliciting a series of smiles
and giggles from her. "Piper, I gotta ask you. You're seven
months old now. Are you excited to be SEVEN MONTHS OLD?"
She gave a little gurgle in response. "You are? How are you
feeling? Are you happy? YOU ARE? How's your tummy? Does
it feel good? IT DOES? Oh good, I'm so glad! Kisses?" She
brought Piper close and barraged her little face with kisses.
Oh... Pamela loved Piper so much.
"I need to get pregnant so I can have a child of my own,"
Scarlett mused, her eyes transfixed on the touching scene
between mother and daughter.
"Me too," Devon nodded.
"Hmmmmm. You're wearing your study glasses and your hair
is in its serious pony-tail," Pamela said to Scarlett, who was
seated at the adjacent computer desk. "The serious pony-tail
matters. What gives?"
"She is studying and then has to take an online test for
something at the hospital," Amy advised Pamela. "We're not
supposed to bother her until she is done."
"Sorry," Pamela whispered.
"It's okay," Scarlett whispered back. "But I'm going into
my study tunnel now." With that, she popped her headphones on
and began furiously typing away on the computer keyboard.
"How fast were you speeding?" Devon asked.
"57 in a 50," Pamela pouted. "That's nothing, really. It
is not even miles per hour, it's kilometers. It is the
equivalent of going 35 in a 30 mile per hour zone back in
America. But that dumb cop had to pull me over anyway.
Probably had something to do with meeting his monthly quota."
"No," I told Pamela, again wanting to tease her. "In
reality, it had something to do with the simple fact that
you were speeding and breaking the law. The roads would be
a safer place without you driving on them, Pammy. If I was
the police officer, I'd have taken you away in handcuffs."
Pamela glared and sneered at me. "Oh, it's your ultimate
fantasy, Krissy, to have me in handcuffs. Isn't it?"
"I dream about it every night!" was my confession.
"You shouldn't give Krissy any ideas like that," Scarlett
commented, pulling one headphone out. "Who knows? You may
wake up one day handcuffed, and in bondage."
"I better not," Pamela countered in a deep, serious tone.
Tempting, indeed, but I did not want to push Pamela too far.
I often pushed her to her limit as it was. All in good fun,
yes, but everyone had a breaking point. "Wait," she said to
Scarlett. "Aren't you in the tunnel?"
"I heard _handcuffs_ and my ears perked up. Shoot me."
I began to bounce Kaden up and down within my arms as I
broke out into musical verse, making the lyrics up on the
fly. "Everybody get up, it's time to slam now! We've got a
real jam goin' down. Welcome to the one take, here's your
chance, do your dance on the one take. All right, all right,
shake that boo-tay, shake that boo-tay." Kaden was actually
snorting and twisting about in tune with my dreadful singing.
"Oooooh baby, you know what to do! You know what to do with
that thing ummmmm... ram choo." Everyone broke out into
laughter as I continued, "I don't know how to rap, I don't
know how to act. I just throw my hands up and I don't know
what. Get it boy, get it boy..." Ehhhhh, I ran out of ideas.
"Don't quit your day job," Pamela sniped at me.
"I can't rap!" I offered in my own defense. "I don't know
how to rap. I just wrap presents... I don't rap music. I'm
not a rapper. You want a present?"
"I have an inkling for some Chinese food," Devon suddenly
said. "Anyone agree that would be a good lunch?"
"That sounds awesome," Trish nodded.
"Has Kaden had his lunch yet?"
"I fed him a little bit of carrots and some potatoes, and
I had some homemade gravy mixed in for myself," I responded.
I then threw my hand in the air and proclaimed, "My momma
would be so proud of me! It was so good, except fail on my
part... where were the rolls? And no green beans."
"You know what I had earlier for breakfast?" Amy asked the
group with a smile. "You do? _Cocoa Puffs_!" Amy giggled
and added, "I've been craving _Cocoa Puffs_ like no one's
business for a week now. Cannot. Have. Enough! Krissy
brought me a big bowl of it earlier."
When I set Kaden down upon the floor, Devon got onto her
hands and knees and went right up to him. She roared at
Kaden as if she was a wild, hungry lion, drawing a joyful
squeal out of him. Kaden turned and began crawling away,
but Devon followed directly behind on her hands and knees,
and growled again. She backed Kaden into a corner, where
he sat up against the wall and shrieked.
"Devvy's gonna get you!" I warned him.
"What does the LION say?" Trish squeaked at him.
With another wild roar from Devon, Kaden tried to hide
underneath the reclining chair that Pamela was relaxing in.
"No, you can't go under there!" Devon chortled, grabbing
Kaden by the foot and pulling him back toward her. She gave
one final growl, then picked Kaden up and hugged him to her.
"Devvy's not a LION!" I told Kaden, tickling his cheek for
good measure. "She's just the HUGGY MONSTER in disguise!"
"Hi Piper!" Pamela said to her infant daughter, giving her
proper attention as well. "Hi! Look how big you are!" She
tugged at her pajamas. "These barely fit you a few weeks ago
and now they're almost... too small. Oh Piper, you want to
go back to bed? Well, guess what? MOMMA DOES TOO!"
"Just don't take her out driving with you."
"Shut up, Krissy!" Pamela playfully snapped at me.
Trish was laughing. "I sense hostility here!"
Pamela turned her attention toward Amy. "How are you
feeling, Aimers? I know that last night, when you went to
bed, you were not feeling well at all."
"Yeah, my stomach really hurt and I felt lots of pressure,"
Amy frowned. "But I woke up this morning and Krissy brought
me breakfast in bed... _Cocoa Puffs_! It was so nice!"
"You need to do something more than sit on the couch and
complain all day," Devon teased Amy.
"I'M PREGNANT!" Scarlett mocked her, joining the fun.
"I woke up this morning and my stomach still felt really
tight," Amy said, running her hands over and across her baby
bump. "I feel as if everything is moving down, and my skin
just feels really stretched. I feel like I just can't move."
Devon put a reassuring hand on Amy's shoulder as she continued,
"I think after lunch, I am gonna take a bath... and try and
make it so that my stomach doesn't feel so tight."
"If you need me to rub your belly, you know I will."
"Awwwww," Amy swooned in response to Trish.
"I have an appointment at the stylist later on," Devon
offered. "I'm going to try out someone new this time to cut
my hair. You think you may want to tag along, Amy?"
"Don't get rid of the layers in your hair," Pamela said to
Devon. "They're sassy, like you. And whatever you do, you
need to stay blonde. That cannot change."
"Opinionated. I'll keep that in mind."
"I'm just going to stay home and relax today," Amy replied.
"Hey, I could use some fresh air," Trish announced to us.
"How about I go and get the Chinese take-out for everyone?"
I leaned back against the sofa. "Really? That would be
great. Thanks a lot, honey."
Pamela eyed her suspiciously. "Trish is volunteering to
run an errand, pick up food? Is the world coming to an end?
Has anyone checked the sky recently?"
"It just so happens that I'm an incredibly helpful person,"
Trish shot back with a smile. "I mean, look at me."
"Could be that," Devon said in contemplation. "But more
than likely, Pamela's idea."
Trish offered her most impressive eye roll. "Then enjoy
it while you can, you guys. I'm off."
* * *
Scarlett and I actually wound up giving Amy a bubble bath
later in the afternoon. Amy was having a really tough week
and I certainly would have felt guilty if I did not offer to
at least aid her in her bath. She had been complaining of
tingling and numbness in her hands and feet for the past few
days. Having gone through a pregnancy of my own, I knew that
this was normal and, since she did not claim it was overly
painful, there was not much to worry about in my opinion.
Scarlett, our _family doctor_ as we called her, agreed.
Amy also had an aching back and hips. Again, it was normal;
kind of went with the territory of being 31 weeks pregnant.
But Amy's biggest problem, I truly believed, was the simple
fact that Jeremy was not here at the moment. You see, Jeremy
is our rock. Jeremy is such a supportive and attentive
husband for all of us, but he seemed to dial it up to truly
extraordinary heights whenever one of us was late in pregnancy.
Jeremy is always there, it seems, and knows just what to say
or do to calm our nerves and make everything right again. He
certainly did it for me when I was pregnant with Kaden, and
then Pamela when she still carried Piper. Recently, Jeremy
had been paying extra special, close attention to Amy.
With him visiting the United States with Lindsay, however,
Amy suddenly had a void in her life that she was not used to.
Oh, I knew that Jeremy was only going to be gone for five
days. It was Tuesday, and he and Lindsay would arrive home
sometime after midnight on Thursday night / Friday morning.
But Amy, unfortunately, seemed a bit lost without Jeremy.
I was doing my best, as were all of the other women around
the house. But we were no substitute for Jeremy. I was
convinced that once he returned home later in the week, Amy
would suddenly start to feel a whole lot better, and much
more energetic. He was the best possible medicine for her.
None of us were angry or upset at the fact that Jeremy had
actually gone off to Cincinnati on the spur of the moment with
Lindsay. After all, Lindsay was his wife just like the rest
of us, and she had just learned late last week that she was
finally pregnant. Lindsay wanted to share that news with her
family face-to-face in Ohio, instead of over the telephone,
or video chat on the Internet. Being there in person would
certainly make the announcement all the more special for her,
right? Who could blame her, or find fault in that?
Jeremy would never allow Lindsay to make that trip all by
herself, so he volunteered to go as well once the idea popped
into her fertile, little mind. Jeremy had family in Ohio and
wanted to see them, too (although that did not work out well).
Plus, he was the father-to-be. Jeremy needed to be there, too.
But not only was Amy missing Jeremy... all of us were. He
was our rock. Jeremy was always there for us, no matter the
situation. Not having him around was different, and downright
depressing. Everyone in this house would be overjoyed once he
and Lindsay finally made their return home in a few days.
All things considered, I think Scarlett and I did a pretty
good job trying to enliven Amy's spirits and make her feel
more at ease. She reclined back in the bubble bath and let
us do all of the work as we scrubbed and massaged every square
inch of her body. I found it funny that Scarlett insisted on
keeping Quackers (Kaden's favorite floating rubber duck)
perched atop Amy's baby bump for the duration of the bath.
My earlier point was emphasized when I received a telephone
call from Jeremy. He said hello and wanted to know how I was
doing, of course, but his main purpose in calling was to talk
to Amy. She just _lit up_ at the sound of his voice. Jeremy
was his usual, calm and endearing self, being overly positive
with Amy and talking her through whatever discomfort she felt.
We kept him on speaker-phone for the majority of the call.
Apparently, they were visiting the grave-site of Lindsay's
father. Jeremy spoke of how emotional it was for him to
watch Lindsay as she openly communed with her father's spirit
in the cemetery. Lindsay eventually got on the telephone
herself, and claimed that her father informed her that she
would have a baby girl, Trish a baby boy and that Dani Grace,
Amy's incoming daughter, would be born perfectly healthy with
no issues whatsoever.
"And Dad says Scarlett is the next one to get pregnant!"
Lindsay gleefully informed us. Scarlett's eyes, as you may
imagine, seemed to bulge from their sockets. And she smiled.
Personally speaking, I did not have a clue as to what to
think of Lindsay and the _discussions_ that she was having with
her father. Did I believe that they were really happening, or
was it all just a wild figment of her imagination? No matter,
Lindsay thought it was real. She was utterly convinced. That
was the only thing that truly mattered to me. Lindsay found
great comfort and peace in the ongoing _discussions_.
* * *
After a quiet and uneventful evening, I woke up Wednesday
morning and had the sudden urge to go to _Leo's Lekeland_, an
indoor play-center and trampoline arena for children and adults
of all ages located in the heart of Oslo. A very different
way to exercise, jumping and bouncing off the walls in the
massive trampoline room of _Leo's Lekeland_ gave a cardio
workout that could make your heart pump like never before.
My parents used to take me to _Leo's Lekeland_ when I was
younger. There were so many different fun activities that I
remembered. Today, I decided to take Kaden there so he could
get his first taste of something that I enjoyed immensely when
I was a little girl. Devon and Scarlett offered to come with
us and make it a hot date; three crazy chicks and the wild man!
Pamela and Trish would stay home and look after Amy and Piper.
Kaden was wide-eyed and probably confused at first, but
still had fun, as I held him in my arms and bounced about in
the trampoline room. He would squeal and become really happy
every time we hopped off the edge and landed together in the
huge pit of foam balls.
Scarlett really got into the swing of things rather
quickly, jumping and bounding several feet high into the air,
only to do a series of back-flips and somersaults each time
she landed in the foam pit. Kaden _loved_ being tossed and
thrown about; Jeremy would do it with him quite often. So, I
tossed him from the edge of the trampoline into Scarlett's
waiting arms in the foam pit. Kaden was having a blast!
There were several other children around, mostly ages two
through ten, with their parents in close proximity. Kaden
may have been on the younger side for a place like this, but
that did not really matter to me. While Scarlett and Devon
watched him, I managed to do a couple of crazy jumps myself.
It was fun, and exhilarating!
Kaden could not walk on his own just quite yet, but did a
pretty good job of it if a grown-up held his hand and offered
assistance. I did just that as we strolled throughout the
trampoline room. Each time I released his hand, though...
POOF, Kaden plopped and fell down after a second or two onto
the bouncy surface like a house of cards.
Going into the next trampoline area actually brought back
a host of bad memories for me! Instead of foam pits, this
particular area had trampolines on the walls as well as the
floor, so it was easy to jump and ping-pong yourself about.
In the past, one of the corners here actually featured a
velcro wall (but no longer did). I would lunge myself into
the velcro wall, and my long, golden, flowing locks as an
eight-year-old got stuck, and my cousin had to individually
rip my hair off of the velcro wall. Arvid was so sweet to
me. Yet I remember my head hurting all summer... I felt raw!
"Isn't this every child's ultimate dream?" Scarlett asked
both Devon and yours truly. "A trampoline room?"
"As long as there's no velcro!"
We jumped and ricocheted off the walls for several minutes,
but decided to give Kaden a break in the process. He seemed a
little too worked up and tired from the first area. Devon
took him over to the concession area and bought three cookies.
"You tell me if it's good," Devon said to Kaden as he idly
nibbled on a chocolate chip delight.
"Of course it's good, it's a cookie!" I responded for him.
I got a strawberry banana smoothie and a cup of ice cream,
then an exhausted Scarlett finally came over and joined us.
Kaden was just starting to learn how to use a crayon and
color. He kept himself occupied and happy shoving a crayon
around on a piece of scratch paper as Devon, Scarlett and I
enjoyed the remainder of our snack meal. Kaden also really
loved meeting Leo, the ultra friendly lion and center host.
Actually, Leo was some dude in a lion outfit. Details, right?
Regardless, Kaden was happy when he got his picture taken with
Leo. Devon, Scarlett and I got pictures with him, too.
There were other activities here as well, such as the
trampoline dodge ball court, an obstacle and endurance area
for adults, and a whole slew of arcade games. We decided to
cut out early, though, because Kaden was in serious need of a
good nap. He slept the whole way home in the car.
* * *
It was an achingly beautiful day out as Pamela and I, along
with Lindsay's dog Shredder, walked the eastern perimeter of
the farm sometime later that afternoon. The air was warm and
crisp as the smell of the tall, majestic trees and shrubbery
wafted around us. Everything always seemed to happen in a
hurry out in the world itself, but here on the farm life was a
much slower and more enjoyable pace. This was home to me.
Pamela studied me. "Okay, Krissy. You're doing that
Disney princess thing again. All happy and overjoyed?"
I shook my head at her, still smiling. "I just love this
farm. I've lived here my whole life. I never want to leave."
"It is pretty nice," Pamela agreed.
We stopped for Shredder to sniff a nearby tree in case it
had anything to offer. He was actually a pretty cool dog.
Lindsay had picked him out from the Sandvika city pound the
day he was scheduled to be put down, saving his life by mere
hours. That was nearly a year ago, and Lindsay had been his
best friend ever since. Though none of us knew for sure, we
had Shredder pegged as part terrier, part corgi. He had an
extra round body with short, little legs, giving him a very
unique appearance all his own.
Pamela and I eventually found a nice, open area of lawn
and took a seat there. Shredder danced all around us like
it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him
as we idly sat there and relaxed.
"Hey, Shredder. Is this what you're looking for?" Pamela
produced and held up his favorite tennis ball in all its
fuzzy glory. His response was to launch into a series of
vertical leaps as if he was competing in the doggy high jump.
I clapped my hands together for him. "You're a good boy,
Shredder. The best, aren't you? Look at that form." I
turned to Pamela. "You should throw the ball for him."
"I should throw it?" She imitated a throwing motion.
"I think you probably should."
"I might throw it... now that you mention it."
Shredder stared at Pamela, then me, listening intently to
our conversation, obviously hoping beyond any and all reason
that his wildest dream was about to come true and that tennis
ball would indeed get thrown. After a few more impressive
jumps and a series of whines from him, Pamela threw the ball
into the distance and Shredder furiously bounded after it,
his short legs a blur, as if his very life depended on it.
Pamela stretched her own long legs out in front of her and
popped on her sunglasses. "Jeremy called just before you and
the others got home from the trampoline place," she told me.
"Said him and Lindsay were going to the waterpark."
"Oh, don't worry," I sighed, gently squeezing Pamela's
elbow. "I know you miss them both, sweetheart. They will
be back home late tomorrow night."
"I'm happy that Lindsay gets to spend all that quality
time alone with Jeremy this week," Pamela countered. "I'm just
more worried for Amy. She is doing much better than yesterday,
but I know for a fact that Amy is not the same without Jeremy
around. He sort of, I don't know, grounds her, or something."
I smiled at her. "Jeremy has that effect on all of us.
That is why we love him so much. One of many reasons."
"You know what?" Pamela purred, wrapping her arms around me
from the side and grinning broadly.
"What?"
"I love you."
"Awwwww," I groaned, moving in closer and bumping noses
with her. "I love you too, my sweet, precious, little Pammy."
"PAMELA!"
I chuckled at her reaction. It was forever priceless to
me. She and I shared a thoughtful hug and kissed each other
before reclining back onto the grassy knoll beneath us and
gazing up at the blue, summer sky. Shredder returned with
the ball in his jaws, only to drop it beside Pamela and
whine some more. She tossed it into the distance again.
"You think the two rug-rats are still napping?" Pamela
asked, obviously referring to Kaden and Piper.
"Oh yeah," I responded, glancing at my wristwatch. "It
won't be time for them to wake up for another 45 minutes.
Regardless, Trish and Scarlett are there to keep an eye on
them. If either wakes up, I told Trish to text us both."
And just like clockwork, there was a buzzing in my pocket.
No, it was not a vibrator (although that would have been
insanely awesome). Rather, it was my cell phone. Trish
texted and said Kaden was throwing a fit. So much for my
walk with Pamela! Ahhhhh, the joys of parenthood...
* * *
A good two hours later, I was in the kitchen with Pamela,
hovering over her shoulder and essentially eavesdropping on
her activities. With a five inch height advantage, it was
easy for me to do so. It also annoyed Pamela to all four
corners of the globe, which made it fun and totally worth my
effort. Pamela was naturally shy and serious; this was my
way of breaking down those walls and interjecting some humor
and spirit into her life.
"You're over-seasoning that chicken."
Pamela let her mouth fall open. "I'm sorry. I thought I
was in charge of sauteing the chicken and you, nosey girl,
were on mac-and-cheese duty. Did I miss the memo?"
I pinched her side playfully. "No, Miss Priss. I'm just
looking out for my dinner. I'm hungry."
"Ouch. Then you shouldn't abuse the chef."
"I shouldn't. You're right." I closed the distance and
kissed her on the cheek. "Sorry for the abuse, Chef Sexy."
Pamela exhaled slowly and even grinned, obviously enjoying
the attention, the flirtation. "Totally worth it."
All six adults (Pamela, Devon, Trish, Amy, Scarlett and
yours truly) and the two babies (Kaden and Piper) had an easy
dinner at the table. Pamela's chicken came out a little dry,
but no one really seemed to mind. Except me!
"Who's your favorite superhero?"
Pamela glared at me in amusement. "Excuse me?"
"When you were a kid."
Pamela thought for a moment. "Wonder Woman, I guess."
My mind danced with an idea. "You'd make a perfect Wonder
Woman, you know. I was thinking that once Jeremy gets back,
all of us can dress up in costumes and surprise him one night
maybe this weekend. You KNOW how he loves us in costumes."
Amy giggled. "I already know what Lindsay will dress up
as. A cheerleader! Captain of the Suck Squad."
Everyone laughed and turned back to our dinner, eating
peacefully, pop music playing in the background.
Amy set her fork down. "I haven't exactly had the best of
weeks and I may not be the easiest person to get along with
at the moment, but all of you have been there for me through
thick and thin. So... thank you. Thank you all."
Trish smiled at her. "Oh, Amy... come on. That's what we
are here for. We helped Krissy and Pamela through the tough
stretches in their pregnancies. It only makes sense that we
do the same for you. And I know when the time comes, you
will be right there for me and Lindsay when we need you."
Amy squeezed Trish's left hand. "You bet I will."
"You watch," I warned the group, grinning. "Jeremy is
going to get a massive sunburn at that waterpark today in
Ohio and when he gets home tomorrow night, his skin will be
redder than fire."
"He'll be crying like a baby," Scarlett added.
"Lindsay never burns," Trish chimed in. "She is lucky."
* * *
With Kaden already fast asleep, I stood in the nursery at
11:15pm and patiently waited for Pamela to work her motherly
magic and get Piper to doze off as well. Pamela was wearing
yoga pants and a white t-shirt. She looked cute and cuddly,
and while I wanted to touch her (among many other things), I
knew it would have to wait until the little one was snoozing.
Pamela ran a hand through her hair and took a deep breath.
"She's finally down and out," was her quiet whisper.
I turned and slowly exited the baby nursery, but then felt
a pair of hands on either side of my waist and I let them
guide me toward the wall. I was gently pushed against it and
felt a warm, tingling sensation on the very back of my neck.
It was Pamela's breath.
"You tease me way too much," Pamela murmured, an extremely
playful tint in her voice, as she latched onto my right arm
and pinned it behind my back. "You need to stop doing that."
I chuckled at her. "I don't see that happening."
"And you should probably volunteer at a soup kitchen or
something to atone for all the times you have teased me."
"I can ladle soup with the best of 'em."
I felt my hair being pushed aside, then luscious lips
descended softly on the nape of my neck and kissed slowly
around to its side. I closed my eyes as a delicious shiver
of pleasure moved all throughout me.
"And this _Pammy_ business has to stop," she deadpanned.
I spun around against the wall and grinned at her. "Why
do you want to take my fun away like that?" I slipped my
hands beneath Pamela's t-shirt and moved upward, stopping
just short of her breasts. "God, you're beautiful."
Pamela hitched in a breath, obviously becoming aroused.
"But it isn't fun for me."
"You LOVE being called Pammy." I slowly removed the white
t-shirt from her body. "Come on, admit it."
"We're supposed to be talking this out. Coming to some
sort of an understanding. Not taking my clothes off."
"Can't we do both?" With one arm around Pamela's hips, I
lowered my head and kissed her breast through the fabric of
her bra. And with that, she apparently lost her resolve.
"Take it off," she simply told me.
I lifted my head and smiled at her. "There's my Pammy."
I slid the straps of the bra from Pamela's shoulders to
her elbows, momentarily trapping her arms there. I dropped
my head once more and pulled the bra all the way down and
off, then set to work on driving her crazy.
Pamela moaned with desire as she arched her body, shoving
her large breast more fully into my mouth. I felt a familiar
tingling between my thighs when Pamela soon caught my mouth
with a kiss that suddenly had both of us hungry with passion.
With Amy asleep herself in the master bedroom, and Devon
and Scarlett not too far away themselves as they longed on
either side of her, Pamela and I mutually decided to sneak
off toward one of the extra bedrooms.
Pamela's bra and my tank-top landed on the floor along the
way. She and I bumped into doors and walls as we kicked our
shoes off. Finally making it to the entryway of the guest
corridor, I again found myself pressed against the wall.
Pamela was trailing kisses down my body and making quick
work of my jeans. As Pamela slid them down my legs, I
splayed my hands against the wall as an onslaught of desire
shot straight throughout me. Pamela stood and straightened
her body up against me in the sexiest move of the year.
Pamela moved her hand to my neck and held it in place as
she kissed me with great need and passion. Our lips danced
together in rhythm as Pamela brushed her hand between my
thighs and gently nudged me there.
Wordlessly, Pamela guided me into the guest bedroom, where
she eased me onto my back. But instead of following me down,
Pamela stood in front of me and slowly removed what few items
of of her clothing that still remained.
"You're so perfect," I breathed, in awe of her naked form.
Pamela lowered herself onto me and kissed me with skilled
precision, then began to grind against me in a steady motion.
I sighed and growled as she pulled my bra down and hungrily
sucked on a nipple. She went lower, leaving a trail of wet,
open-mouthed kisses along my breasts, my midriff, my stomach.
She parted my thighs and ran her thumbs up their inner halves
before serenading them with an onslaught of kisses.
But it was the first touch of Pamela's tongue, its first
sweeping swipe across my center, that made me gasp. The
second and third lick had me arching my back for more. But
when Pamela pulled me more firmly into her mouth, I tumbled
over the abyss, falling into a white-hot release. I dug my
fingers into Pamela's shoulders and rode out the shock waves.
I collapsed onto the mattress, limp and satisfied, my
breathing ragged, yet my heart full and bubbling with sheer
devotion. I tipped Pamela's face up toward mine. "I love
you," I whispered, stroking her hair, savoring the way she
felt against me. As our lips met one more time, everything
in the world seemed right and I sank fully into the kiss.
Being in Pamela's arms had that sort of effect on me.
* * *
It was the wee hours of the morning, but neither Pamela nor
myself had gone to sleep just yet. We were much too happy and
content to drift off, no matter what the ramifications would be
on the day ahead. Naked and tangled in sheets, we spent the
last hour talking and laughing about anything and everything.
I traced lazy circles upon the base of Pamela's stomach.
"Who did you go to prom with in high school?"
Pamela laughed. "I love your random, irrelevant questions."
"You should be used to them by now. It's just how my mind
works. Now answer the question."
"His name was Diego and..."
"I'm sorry," I suddenly interjected, cutting her off. "Did
you just say DIEGO? Was this a soap opera? Did you go to the
prom during an episode of _Days of Our Lives_?"
Pamela tickled me for that and pulled me over until she was
partially on top. "Do you want to hear the story about my
prom date or make fun of me some more?"
"I intend to do both. Please... continue."
"Diego bought me a corsage, the wrist kind, and we went to
_Olive Garden_ with two other couples. It was real fancy."
"Oh, I know. They have unlimited bread sticks."
That earned me another poke in the ribs, to which I laughed
and squirmed before finally catching Pamela's wrists and
seizing control of them. "I am sorry for making fun of you.
Truly, I am. I am. I promise to behave and not mock the chain
restaurants of your youth, but I'm very ticklish and if you
continue your assault, I may just die. What would you do then?"
Pamela was giggling as well. "I do admit that I prefer you
live. I'll see what I can do. Shall I continue?"
"Hmmmmm," I groaned, placing a small kiss at the base of
her neck as I listened intently.
"Diego and I danced the night away at the prom to Britney
Spears, Pearl Jam and the Backstreet Boys."
"Oh, this just keeps getting better and better," I mused,
splaying more kisses along the length of her neck. All of my
love and erotic attention was definitely having an effect on
her. "By all means, please, keep going. Then what?"
"We made out in his car at one of those lookout points."
I slipped my right knee between Pamela's thighs and pushed
upward. "Yeah? Were you into him?"
"Not at all," she frowned. "I actually had my sights set
on someone else." With those words, I laughed and trailed my
lips lower, pulling one of her nipples into my mouth and
circling it slowly with my tongue. When I resurfaced, I made
eye contact with Pamela and smiled brightly at her.
"Who were you into?"
"Kari Anne [Last Name]."
I raised an eyebrow at her. "A girl? No way!"
"Stop it," Pamela squealed, laughing at the overly shocked
and dramatic facial expression I sported.
"Did anyone know about your secret crush?"
"Nope," Pamela answered. "I never told anyone about Kari
Anne and her penchant for hair twirling during history class
until now. Used to drive me up the wall!"
"Ohhhhh, hair twirling is the worst kind of teasing." I
began to rock myself ever so slightly against her.
Pamela closed her eyes and sighed at the sudden rush of
pleasure. "Oh, I can think of others."
"I like it when you tell me your secrets." My playful
nature seemed to fade, and my eyes held sincerity as I
brought things between us to a stop for a brief moment.
"Especially the secrets you don't want others to know about."
Pamela reached down and brushed the hair away from my
forehead. "You're just so easy to talk to and get along
with, Krissy. And you're also sexy. Very, very sexy."
"Sexy makes everything easier," I nodded.
"Could you and I have possibly flirted any more than we
did during dinner earlier?" she wondered. "My eyes spent an
inordinate amount of time staring at the skin peeking out
from beneath the top button of your shirt, and your eyes
were on my bottom lip, like they are right now."
"My eyes were on your big ass titties!" I corrected her.
Pamela laughed at my remark, then placed her hands on
either of my shoulders and made twirling circles with her
thumbs. "Can I just say that you and Jeremy, really our
entire family, but especially you and Jeremy..." Pamela's
words trailed off, but a smile took shape on her face.
"What, baby?"
"You have no idea how happy I am in life right now." Now
it was my turn to smile as I studied her. Pamela even had a
tear in her eye as she proclaimed, "I've come a long way
since my days in Maryland working... at the strip club."
I inclined my head and kissed just underneath Pamela's
jaw, her hair tickling my face in the most sensuous manner.
I closed my eyes as my body responded in spades to the amount
of togetherness and love that I felt for her at the moment.
I slid both hands up her thighs, then slipped one between
our pressed bodies. I brought my face back enough so I could
maintain eye contact as I applied direct pressure to Pamela's
very center, her core. Our bodies were still glistening and
bathing in the aftermath of earlier orgasms, yet the contact
was enough to draw a loud, audible gasp from Pamela, who
clearly wanted more. "Krissy," she managed to say as I began
to move my hand in a slow, steady pattern, applying pressure
and then easing back at random intervals. Pamela closed her
eyes and sighed, her lips parted in pure rapture.
"Look at me, Pamela."
She found my eyes and held on tight. That connection only
heightened the allure, elevated the heat, between us. Pamela
writhed against my hand as the tension slowly built within
her, continuing its ascent. I increased the pressure with
which I touched her and Pamela held on for all she was worth,
her breathing erratic and outside of her control. It did not
take long before yet another orgasm ripped through her fast
and hard. Pamela stared at me, her mouth agape, as she rode
out the powerful waves of pleasure that barraged her every
inch. Finally, she braced her hands upon my shoulders and
blinked several times before floating back down to reality.
"What? What are you smiling about?"
"About how happy I am right now," I answered, essentially
repeating what she said to me moments ago. But I decided to
change things up a bit. "Not just how I am happy with our
life and marriage, but right here, right now... with you."
Pamela broke into a smile that could light up any room.
"I love you, Kristanna. I love you with all of my heart."
I absently intertwined my fingers with Pamela's and stole
another look of the gorgeous woman nestled on top of me.
I found myself in a warm and wonderful place. It was a
place where I felt safe and loved. It made perfect sense.
I had found what I had been searching for my entire life,
and it was better than I ever possibly imagined it could be.
"I love you too, Pamela." I then embraced her and added,
"I'm going to hug and kiss on you for the rest of the night."
<<<- End of Chapter 19 ->>>
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