[[[-Island_Fever24.TXT-]]] +========================================================================+ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ || =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- || || ------------------- Island Fever ------------------- || || -------------------- An erotic story ------------------ || || --------------------- M/F, F/F and a lot more ----------------- || || ---------------------- Written by JeremyDCP ---------------- || || ----------------------- Copyright (c) 2014 --------------- || || =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- || ------------------------------------------------------------------------ +========================================================================+ =========================\________________________________________________ Chapter 24: Amalgamation ------------------------------------------------ ========================================================================== As we sat side-by-side upon a huge boulder in the forest, Amy and I had been thoroughly immersed in a deep-rooted and rather enlightening discussion over the past half-hour. We were well away from the mansion and the other ladies, and thus, this level of privacy and seclusion had allowed Amy to open herself up to me. Of course, I was all ears. It took some doing on my part, but I was finally able to approach Amy earlier and get her to talk to me. Ever since this past Sunday, which was three days ago, Amy had given me the cold shoulder. The evening before that was when I had left her birthday party, and did not come back. The events that then took place that evening prompted me to forget that there was even a party to return to. Pamela caught me in the voyeur room and learned that I had been spying on her and all of the other ladies without their knowledge or consent. She became incredibly upset and, as a result, slapped me across the face for my wrongdoings. My (now) infamous discussion with Kristanna occurred a short time later. I was horribly distraught and not feeling right, worried that Pamela hated me, and that everyone on the island knew about my dark, little secret. I was in a really bad frame of mind. But Kristanna showed up like an angel straight out of Heaven and helped quell my fears, then professed her undying and ever-lasting love for me. I fell asleep with her and, in the process, completely forgot all about Amy and what was supposed to be her birthday party. Thus, Amy had been quite angry with me. I could not blame her. She had refused to even give me the time of day recently. However, on this day, I came across Amy in the central room and tried talking to her. She seemed to be in a slightly better mood, so I was able to apologize to her several times in succession. For whatever reason, Amy was a bit more receptive today, and finally accepted my apology. I took Amy by the hand and asked her to go on a walk with me. I wanted to talk (and apologize) some more to her. She and I came across this humungous boulder deep in the forest where we were now. Amy seemed to enjoy the area, so she took a seat atop the boulder and I did the same. "I'm not the happiest person in the world, you know," she told me, frowning, while also shaking her head. "I... I sometimes look at my life, and wonder where everything went wrong. When I graduated from high school 13 years ago, I had plans. I wanted to be married by the time I was 22." She pouted and added, "I wanted to be... happy. I was going to get married and hopefully have some kids. You know... grow old together with my husband. Live in a nice, little house with a white picket fence. That's what I wanted. But I'm 31 now. None of that will ever happen for me." I squinted my eyes and asked, "What makes you say that? I am 39 - much older than you - and thanks to Kristanna, I feel as though the best years of my life are ahead of me. Some people don't get married until even later in life - 50, even 60. There are some who even get married much later than that. Just because you haven't found the right man yet, Amy, does not mean he will never come along." "I've been put down so many times in life," she said, again shaking her head. "People put you down enough, and eventually, you start to believe it." "I think you're a very bright, very special lady." "Why do you feel that way?" Amy asked, laughing. "There isn't anything special about me. I'm so screwed up." When tears began to form within her eyes, she momentarily hid her face to compose herself. "I come to this island of yours... mainly because I wanted something fresh; a brand new start, where no one knows of me or my reputation." Now upset, Amy tossed her hands about wildly and fussed, "Lo and behold, it's the same old thing. The same Goddamn thing! No one on this island cares about me, or likes me. I'm the outcast!" "What makes you think that? If anyone, Amy, you should know that _I_ care about you. I like you. I always have. I also know that Pamela likes you. So does Camille... and Lindsay has enjoyed spending time with you as of late." Acting defiant, the young woman shook her head. "You have Kristanna, Devon AND Pamela, Jeremy! What possible reason is there for you to have any sort of feelings or emotions for me? Why would you care about me when your whole life is seemingly perfect and all laid out in front of you? You have not one, not two, but THREE women who would do ANYTHING to make you happy. What tiny blip could I - little, insignificant me - be on your radar? You have no need to even notice me." "It hurts me, Amy, to hear you say something like that," were my words for her. "I care about you. I've cared about you since the day that I met you. I even cared about you BEFORE meeting you - all the times you and I would talk on the telephone or via video chat. I have defended you and many of your actions to the others. How can you sit there and honestly tell me that you don't think I care about you?" I hesitated for an instant, but then continued, "Have I ever done anything to purposely hurt you? Have I ever ignored you, or any request you made... any little thing you have asked of me? I have done everything that I could to make you happy since the moment you came into my life." "Well, you did walk out on my birthday party..." "I thought we were past that," I retorted, my eyes narrow. "We just went over all of that and what happened - why it happened - for a good 20 minutes. And you said you accepted my apology. Are you having second thoughts now?" Amy frowned. "No, not really. I did accept your apology. Finally, I guess. I... I know something big happened that evening between you and Pamela, and then you and Kristanna. I'm not quite sure what since you refuse to give too many details, but I take your word for it, Jeremy. I do. I trust that you had a good, legitimate reason not to come back to the party that night. I... I know that is the night when you... you and Kristanna... became an item. But I still do not quite understand where Pamela fits into everything." "Do you honestly believe that I don't care about you?" Amy let out a long-winded sigh, then shook her head and glanced downward for several seconds. Eventually, she made eye contact with me again and proclaimed, "You care about everyone, Jeremy. You're that type of person. You're a good, honest man... a good human being. But you care about everyone... by default. It's second nature to you." "I care about all of you girls on the island," I told her. "Not just Kristanna, Devon or Pamela, either. I care about you not BY DEFAULT, Amy, but as an individual person. I care about you because you are a special and wonderful person. I also worry about you. I care about Lindsay, and I am worried about her. I care about Trish. I wish I could give her the love and happiness that she so richly needs and deserves." "Do you care about Camille?" "Yes, I do," was my honest answer. "She and I may not be on the greatest terms, but yes, I care about Camille. I care about ALL of you girls. I brought all of you to the island; I am responsible for every single one of you. I do wish that things could be different between Camille and myself. I wish that she and I could, at the very least, be friends. But I hold no grudge or ill will upon her. If Camille came to me and asked for help, I would do whatever I could for her." "It's not your fault Camille doesn't like you," Amy sulked. "Camille just flat-out hates all men. You should hear her at night when we talk. She wants to rid the Earth of all men." "Camille seems to care about you," I reiterated. "I know for a fact that Pamela cares about you, Amy, and is worried for you and your well-being in the future as well. You and Lindsay... well, you two have had some interesting adventures as of late. Lots of people on the island care about you." "Camille is okay, I guess," Amy relented. "But I could never be with her full-time. I am not a lesbian. Nor could I sit and listen to her bash men day-in and day-out for the rest of my life. Pamela? Pamela is a lot like me, I think. You just don't realize it. Oh, Pamela is not a raging nymphomaniac like I am. It's just... I think Pamela feels that others - society - have wronged her as well." "Trust me, I know all about Pamela and the way she feels," I informed Amy. "We have had many discussions together. I need to get Pamela out of that mindset of being a stripper. That is her biggest problem. I told Pamela that she is no longer a stripper as long as I am in her life. My goal is to make her completely forget these past 11 years that she has been dancing. Pamela gets a nice, fresh start with me." Amy gave a half-hearted chuckle and shook her head at the same time. "Must be nice..." "Maybe that is what you need, Amy. Maybe you need a fresh, new start. You're going to get paid an awful lot of money for spending these six weeks here with me on the island. You are guaranteed at least $100,000. You may even be the lucky one, and get the $500,000 payout. Instead of going back to Ohio, why not start over and move someplace new? You'll be able to afford it. Don't get a job at a place like _Hooters_. If you're going to be a waitress, work at a family restaurant instead. Meet someone new - someone good and decent - and just... be yourself. Don't act all harsh and brazen. There are hundreds of thousands of men out there in the world who would do anything to be with a woman as special as you." "What makes you think I am so special?" "Easy," I nodded. "You're much smarter than you have ever given yourself credit for. I think you are extremely honest and have good values. And I like you, Amy. I always have. I have seen through that wall you put up around yourself. Underneath that aggressive exterior of yours is a very kind, warm... considerate woman who has the need to feel wanted." "Oh?" Amy replied, gulping her throat. "You know what your biggest problem is, Amy? I'll tell you - you don't believe in yourself. You're not exactly the most positive, upbeat person in the world. I have said this to you before, and I am sure I will say it again - you have to stay positive if you want something positive to happen." "You're positive, Jeremy," she frowned. "You happened..." "You were positive when we first met each other. I am sure you easily recall your first-ever day on the island? You were the first girl here who approached me, and wanted to get to know me. That first night, even..." I grinned and added, "I became close with you... real quick. You were full of life, vibrant... a light was in your eyes." "Over time, Amy, I started to see you in a different way. Perhaps you were excited that first day but eventually, I saw hints of a very depressed person. I guess I did not realize it until after the fact. But you are depressed. You're moody... you can be quiet at times, and sulk. If you want people to recognize you in a positive light, you have to treat them like you did me the first day we met." "I have to seduce people a few hours after meeting them?" I laughed. "Not at all. You're a very outgoing and infectious person when you allow yourself to be." After a short pause, I kept going, "The Amy who came to my room that first night was the woman that I had spent my entire life desperately searching for." Those pretty green eyes of hers swelled with emotion as I added, "I saw THAT Amy a bit the next morning at breakfast, but I have yet to see her since. She was replaced with down and depressed Amy, who seems to go on wild mood swings at the drop of a dime. One minute you are all nice and timid, caring. The next minute you are aggressive and harsh, and whipping Lindsay with a belt." I hesitated, unsure how to tell her what I had to say. I decided to take the simple route, and be blunt and direct. "Do you remember what I suggested to you your first week here? Or maybe it was your second week, I do not remember. Whatever, I want you to go and see a psychiatrist over in Peru. I know of some good ones. I can set everything up and take care of all of the medical bills. A psychiatrist can put you on the proper medication, and it would change your life. It would change your life, Amy, for the good." "Ain't no pill going to help me." I shook my head at her. "It won't even have a chance to help you if you don't at least give it a try. I am on medicine, Amy. I am on anti-depressants. I have been for years. I didn't want to take them at first either, but I am now glad I did. Anti-depressants can help stabilize you and your everyday mood. You will not go through the highs and lows that I know you experience every single day. Trust me, I am speaking from first-hand experience here." "You said Lindsay does not care or have any emotional attachment whatsoever to anyone here," Amy commented, quickly changing the subject. "Well... it doesn't matter. In the end, though, it would have all been for nothing. I... I am not the dominant type anyway." "If you're not the dominant type, why were you that way for Lindsay?" I insisted. "Why did you do something and act a way that is entirely not you?" She shrugged her shoulders as I continued, "You're a kitty cat, Amy. A kitty cat. You're not a ferocious lion. You're a kitty cat. You are submissive. That is your natural tendency." "That's what I need out of life more than anything." "What's that?" "I need a strong, dominant presence in my life," the red-head suggested. "I need someone - preferably a man - to take total control over me. I need him to keep me in check, and always make me remember that I am a submissive. HIS submissive. I need a man to... put me in my place." With those words, I suddenly had an erection. (?) "It wouldn't have to be all sexual," Amy continued. "But I could still be submissive 24 hours a day. I could cook and clean. I could do chores around the house. I could be given a list and go to the grocery store, and do all the shopping. I would dress whatever way I was told to... whether it be in baggy sweat pants and an old sweatshirt, or go out in a slinky mini-dress looking like a cheap whore." Amy closed her eyes for a moment, perhaps lost in her own little fantasy. "Then I could be on my knees in the kitchen at five o'clock, waiting... for my man to get home from work and walk through the door. Maybe he would tell me to suck his cock right then and there. Maybe he would tell me to go to the bedroom and get ready for a spanking. Or maybe he would tell me to start making dinner. Whatever the case, I would be... I would be... happy. Real happy." My eyes wide, I glared at her for several seconds. I could not believe what she had just said to me. "And this supposed man... he would have to whip and beat you, quite the same way you did to Lindsay, for it to feel complete? The relationship, I mean?" "I'm not a pain slut like Lindsay is," Amy told me. "I like pain, but I don't get off on it like she does. Being a submissive is more mental to me. I... I need someone to take control of my mind, and make it their own." "Oh really?" I countered, suddenly very intrigued. "Yeah," she affirmed. "I think a relationship like that would be the cure for whatever ails me. The problem is, I have yet to meet a man who quite fits that profile. Oh, I have known many dominant men in my life. I have submitted to many. But I have yet to find the _right_ one." "You are naturally submissive," I reiterated. "You need someone to come in and take control of you and your life... someone who is not going to allow you to swing back-and-forth like a pendulam with different emotions and mindsets like you do from time to time. Someone to... stabilize you." Amy sighed deeply. "A man like that would be ideal. It would give me direction; a purpose, in life." "Interesting..." * * * 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 in a one-on-one setting of our own? However, Pamela was not in the library. I was somewhat surprised to find Kristanna - of all people - seated at the center 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? 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, highly infectious laugh. "I was going to be a biology major in college before deciding on archaeology. 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 archaeology." "Is that so?" 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 threatening to bomb my island (jokingly, of course) 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." "When was the last time you got a good ass whipping?" Kristanna burst into hysterical laughter as I continued in a playful tone, "You've had an attitude problem lately." The 23-year-old shook her head and giggled, "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 deep, over-exaggerated southern 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 chuckled at her. "Anything but that! You know I couldn't handle that!" Her accent sounded like she hailed from the deepest hills of Kentucky. Kristanna was quite the character, indeed. "How about a blowjob?" Kristanna wondered, licking her lips. "When was the last time you got one of them?" "Yesterday afternoon... from Lindsay," I answered. "She went all non-caring on me, unfortunately." "Oh, you over-reacted to what Lindsay said," Kristanna advised me. "You and I talked about that this morning, Jeremy. Lindsay may want to put a distance between herself and the girls on the island, but I think she really likes you. Lindsay respects and appreciates you, and what you've done for her. She would be a fool not to." I frowned at those words, so Kristanna then asked, "How about a blowjob from me? Would you like that?" "Ummmmm... yes." 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 was actually hoping that it was her. But now, I am even more glad that YOU'RE here." "Pamela was here until just five minutes ago," Kristanna informed me. "She said she was going on a picnic with Devvy and Trish. I thought about going too, but decided to stay in the mansion for the day. I feel like taking it easy." "I had the strangest dream last evening," 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, peaches?" 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 get me 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 snickered 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 martial arts and defensive skills. "No... but I should have! I really should have! It would have taught him a lesson!" "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." "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 and Pamela. Or any of the other girls, for that matter. Devvy would still be in Pennsylvania. She would still be miserable. I just cannot understand why Devvy's parents continue to condemn her for what happened when she was 16 summers old." "The drug incident?" I frowned. "Yes," Kristanna nodded. "Devvy lost her best friend, Kaylee. 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. Then, there is Pamela. If you and I got married years ago, Jeremy, Pamela would still be miserable too. She would still be stripping in Maryland, with no light at the end of the tunnel. But now, YOU are the light for her." "Your idea of a four-way relationship with Devon and Pamela 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." "And I went oral on you just two days ago, too..." 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. Those eyes of hers... they were glowing. Just glowing. "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. Actually, I was laughing pretty good right now. "What about Pamela? What would be a good name for her?" "Sebjørg." "I could see that now!" I chortled, barely able to contain myself. I broke out my best impersonation of a disc jockey, or emcee, with a very deep and bellowing tone of voice. "Now ladies and gentlemen, coming out on center stage for your viewing pleasure... give it up for the sexy SEBJØRG!" "I rather see Oddmund dancing and stripping instead..." "Oh, you would?" "You know I would," the enchantress purred. 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 you, Jeremy, and I'm starting to do it for Devvy. She likes it too." The 23-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, lying 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, very surprised. "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 break 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. "You were so young; only 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 four 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 across 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 little, virginal cherry! ME!" "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, Trish, Lindsay 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 countered. "You girls have done a pretty good job of wearing me out over the past three weeks. The gas tank is running on fumes." "I eavesdropped on your little conversation with Amy earlier," Kristanna admitted. "I was in the voyeur room with Devvy. Devvy felt a bit uncomfortable watching and spying, but became concerned once Amy started talking about how she is all depressed and has no future in life." "Devon and Pamela both know about the voyeur room," I surmised, shaking my head. "I would have never guessed it." I frowned and took a deep, ragged breath. "It's what I have been saying about Amy for weeks, Krissy. I stand by it. There is a good, genuine person hidden somewhere underneath all of her anxiety and aggression. It's begging to be set free. Amy is nowhere near as bad of a person as some people think she is. Nothing will ever change my mind on that." "Amy is like a little, young girl," Kristanna theorized. "A little girl who needs to crawl into her protector's arms, where she will feel loved, cherished and safe. It would calm her down, and set her on the right path in life." "She is more submissive than I ever realized." Kristanna giggled at my words. "That girl was BEGGING you, Jeremy. Amy was BEGGING you to dominate her, and take her. Take her wholly and completely, and make her your own. I could see it in her eyes, her body language. It was clear as day." Kristanna giggled yet again. "I could see you as a dominant Master, Jeremy. You don't have it in you! You do not have the mindset for it. It would never work." "Oh, don't say that," was my rebuttal, my voice trailing off. "I just might surprise you one day here, very soon..." "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 laughed. "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 another 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 tåpe. Jeremy har ingen hjerne. Jeremy er en tåpe! Jeremy har ingen hjerne! Men Jeremy er MIN tåpe og jeg elsker ham over alt. Ja! Ja! Ja!" "What the...?" Kristanna laughed again. After the uneasiness stemming from my discussion with Lindsay yesterday, this 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 tåpe. Jeremy har ingen hjerne. Jeremy er en tåpe! Jeremy har ingen hjerne! Men Jeremy er MIN tåpe 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!" "OHHHHH!" Kristanna cackled. "You want it in ENGLISH? Well, that will cost you 300 kroner." "300 kroner?" Kristanna giggled again, simply being her comical self. "You know that translation is big money business, Jeremy. Many people make a career out of the translation business! I will translate the song, but my fee is 300 kroner." I folded my arms and tilted my head at her. "I don't have any of your crazy Norwegian money." Kristanna shrugged her shoulders and grinned. "Oh well. Looks like you are out of luck, then. S-O-L." "Tell me what the song means," I said, my voice a bit more serious than before. I loved Kristanna to death, but she could be really exasperating at times!" "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 then shook my head at her and gently murmured, "This is incredible." "What is incredible?" "These past couple of days," I responded. "Today is Wednesday. You told me, for the very first time, that you love me last Saturday. That was four days ago." I shook my head once again. "It... this is incredible, Krissy. It is. I... I cannot believe how incredible this is." "What?" she insisted. "Me and you. You and me. I just... you've been my best friend for so long. Years. Many years. Four years. But the thought of having you as my girlfriend, my lover, my wife, maybe - it never crossed my mind until last Saturday." "We have been lovers for four 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 theirself 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 lie 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 completed 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 vibrator as it probed Kristanna's tender pussy. The mere sight of the Nordic goddess churning and bucking 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 fully. 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 rumbled 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. I will never forget my time with him that day!" 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 goosebumps! "I'm only kidding, Jeremy!" "WHAT?" I exclaimed, caught off-guard. "Just joking!" Kristanna laughed. "That never happened for real." I let out an embroiled growl before Kristanna admitted, "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 snarled 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 bellowed 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 whispered, "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 face 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 observed. "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. The feeling was so powerful and extraordinary, in fact, that it felt as if it was multiplying exponentially with every passing second. "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 20 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 Saturday. But we have been best friends for four 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 hopped 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. 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