"Tropic of Eros" - Chapter 21 


   "Wow..." was all Trish could say, as she stood alongside
me in what had been the only secret that I had kept from her
and all of my other guests - the voyeur room.
   Just a few hours after admitting to her that I had an
array of surveillance cameras hidden everywhere on the
island, I provided Trish with an up-close, first-hand look
at the voyeur room by allowing her to step inside.  At the
time when I told Trish of the news, I felt as if I had no
other choice.  I needed to convince her that I had actual
proof (the surveillance footage on film) that Lindsay's
accusations were indeed lies, and Trish had done nothing
wrong.  Considering that she was a few steps away from the
edge of a 2,000 foot cliff, I had no regrets about letting
Trish in on my secret.  But at the same time, I was fully
prepared for the possible consequences of telling her.
   I was fearful - and for good reason - that the first time
I told one of the girls about my most closely guarded secret,
she would flip out and go ballistic on me.  I meant no harm
with the voyeur room, of course, but I was fearful that the
ladies would not see things that way.  After all, I had
spied and eavesdropped on them during their private moments.
However, Trish seemed to be taking the news in stride.
   "If this was any other man but you running this place and
spying on us, Jeremy, I would be going berserk," Trish said.
"Absolutely berserk."  Eyeing a live image of Kristanna and
Devon cuddling and sharing what appeared to be a warm and
loving discussion on monitor 26-C, Trish shook her head and
added, "But I trust you because you have been good to me.
To us.  If you promise me that you use this room for nothing
more than your personal amusement - which you have, several
times - I trust you.  I may not agree with this place - and
I most definitely don't.  But I trust you.  And with all of
the things you have done for me personally - how you have
helped me, and been nice to me - I cannot be angry with you.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't be angry."
   "Again, Trish... I cannot say it enough," were my words.
"No one sees these images except for Kristanna and me.  I
would NEVER broadcast them over the Internet, or sell them
for profit.  I have plenty of money as it is.  I would NEVER
do ANYTHING to hurt or jeopardize you or one of the others.
I have TOO MUCH RESPECT for all of you.  I know it may not
seem that way since I do like to spy, but it's true."
   "I cannot imagine you doing anything sinister or mean, or
one bit under-handed to us," Trish countered.  "Even more, I
cannot imagine Kristanna being in on this if you had any
negative intentions at all.  You said that Kristanna was the
one who came up with the idea of this place to begin with."
She paused and asked, "Are you going to tell Devon, Pamela
and Amy about your little secret, too?"
   I frowned.  "I'd like to, obviously.  I really would.  If
I knew that they would have the same type of reaction to the
voyeur room that you have, I most definitely would tell them.
But I'm afraid, Trish.  I'm afraid that one or more of them
would become incredibly upset.  Maybe even hate me because of
it.  If they did, I could not blame them."
   "I am going to talk to Kristanna about this as well, but
I plan on keeping your secret to myself," Trish advised me.
"Still, I suggest you tell the others.  It is only right,
Jeremy.  And I know you like doing the right thing."
   Trish allowed those words to linger with me for a moment
or two, then turned and exited the voyeur room.  "What a
day," she sighed, shaking her head.  "I come within a single
heartbeat of jumping off of that cliff.  Thank God you were
there, Jeremy.  Thank God.  You saved my life."
   I followed Trish out to my personal suite, rubbing my
right hand over and across her back.  "Why don't you lay
down on the bed and rest for awhile, sweetheart?  You can
stay in here with me tonight.  I'm a very good listener,
Miss Trish.  This is the best room in the whole mansion.
It has the best bed, the best view... the best everything.
You need all the T-L-C that you can get tonight.  Talk to me
some more, Trish.  Let all of your feelings out."
   Having already gone through half a box of _Kleenex_
tissues, Trish grabbed another and dabbed her eyes with it
before taking a seat upon the bed.  "I still cannot believe
that Lindsay screamed out Amy's name when I was having sex
with her.  Oh God... I feel so humiliated."
   "It's only humiliating until you realize who the person
is that it came from," was my response.  "I don't want you
to feel humiliated, Trish."  I settled down upon the bed
next to her and stressed, "I told you before - you are too
good of a person to waste yourself on someone like Lindsay.
I mean that from the bottom of my heart.  Lindsay is cruel,
vindictive and has no heart whatsoever.  I fully believe
that everything good she said to us was a lie on her part.
We already know that she lied about being a virgin.  All the
girl was really interested in was the money."
   "I'm glad you sent her home," Trish breathed, clutching
me while we relaxed upon the bed on this Thursday evening.
"You should have given her a canoe and oar instead of having
the helicopter pick her up, and take her to the airport."
   I laughed at those words.  "A canoe and oar?"  That was
good!  "So you are no longer in love with Lindsay?"
   Trish shook her head.  "What I said at the cliff today
was emotion.  It was crazy.  There is no way that I could
still be in love with her.  Not only did Lindsay scream out
Amy's name when I was having sex with her, but she also
accused me of raping her.  I never did a thing wrong to her.
All I ever wanted to do was make Lindsay happy."
   "I know you did, sweetheart.  I know."  I smiled at her
and commented, "You are such a good and wonderful person,
Trish.  An outstanding person.  A loving person, someone
who cares about others, wants to help others, is always
willing to accept new friends into her life.  I have no idea
how Lindsay could have hurt you the way that she did.  I
think that as Lindsay gets older, and matures more, she will
look back and regret the way she treated you.  I really do."
   "You have always been so good to me," Trish murmured,
grasping my left hand with her own and squeezing it gently.
"I've had people do all sorts of nasty things to me in my
life, although what Lindsay did today pretty much took the
cake.  But you have always been so good to me, Jeremy.  I
know it may seem like nothing, but I can't tell you how
much I truly appreciate the type of person that you are.
You are so calm and easy-going, and so very likable.  I will
be forever debted to you.  You saved... you saved my life."
   "Shhhhh," I soothed, again rubbing her back, as she began
to gently cry and sob while placing the side of her face upon
my stomach.  "Thinking about taking that jump and actually
taking it are two very different things.  I do not think you
would have done it, Trish.  You have too much to live for.
Lindsay is not worth it.  No one is.  You are going to make
someone very happy one day, Trish.  Patricia.  All you need
to do is find the right guy or girl for you.  It is not
Lindsay.  She is not good enough for you."
   "It's just so humiliating!" Trish exclaimed, covering her
face with a whole mess of tissues now.  "I've never felt any
lower or more humiliated in my entire life than I did today!
When she called out Amy's name, it was like a nightmare!"
   "You have friends here on the island," I said, clutching
her shoulder now.  "I care about you, sweetheart.  Kristanna
cares about you.  Devon and Pamela.   You have had a couple
of differences and clashes with Amy thus far, but she wants
to help.  All of us are going to help you get through this.
It is my job to convince you that what Lindsay said today
does not matter.  Lindsay is insignificant.  She is nothing.
I want you at the point where you believe that, too."
   "You've always been good to me," Trish reiterated, finally
withdrawing her face from my stomach.  When she looked at me
through tear-stained eyes, I immediately reached out and
embraced her with both arms.  Trish continued crying, but
soon I felt her hand upon my chest.  She was caressing it.
   "We're going to help you through this," I said yet again.
"You have a lot of friends here.  We're all going to help."
   Still crying, albeit gently, Trish slipped her right hand
underneath my tank-top and raked her fingernails across each
pectoral.  The move sent a momentary burst of pleasure and
energy throughout my entire soul.  I wanted to squash it,
though.  I did not want to have Trish (or take advantage of
her) in her current state.  It would be wrong.
   Nevertheless, there was no denying that Trish was a truly
beautiful woman.  A certified fitness instructor from Canada,
Trish sported a lean, tight figure that was home to a
glorious pair of large, firm breasts.  Much like Kristanna,
Trish exuded a certain kind of athletic sexuality that was
impossible to resist.  Trish's cover-girl good looks and warm
smile were just a sample of how enchanting she really was.
   With her 5-foot-4, 118 pound frame, and that sun-browned
skin - not to mention her sweet personality and demeanor - I
saw no reason why Trish had not found that _special someone_
in life yet.  She was too good of a person to have languished
for 28 years without finding her own soul-mate to settle with.
   "What happened to me today was worse than horrible," Trish
offered, shaking her head.  "For a long time, it felt like I
couldn't breathe anymore.  I thought I was dying inside.  I
had never been so humiliated in my life..."
   "There is no need to feel that way," I stressed to her.
"No need at all.  Look at who it was from - Lindsay.  To be
humiliated means that you are hurt or lowered in the eyes of
others.  No one thinks any less of you for what Lindsay did,
Trish.  I think everyone here is glad that Lindsay is gone
because no one, except Amy, liked her.  And now, after what
happened, Amy does not like her anymore."
   "Then, of course, there is me," I continued.  "I admit
that I liked Lindsay more than any of the other girls did.
But that was until what happened today.  I don't like her
now.  I don't want her here.  Thus, she is gone."
   "So really, Miss Trish, there is no need for you to feel
any sort of humiliation.  No one liked Lindsay, and no one
cares what she says or thinks anymore.  We DO care about you,
Trish.  _I_ care about you.  I want you to be happy."
   "You must really like this," Trish pined, looking up at
me.  She continued to caress my chest with her fingernails
while saying, "You love to talk about feelings and desires
like this with us girls.  I doubt there is another guy in
the whole, wide world that I could have this conversation
with right now.  I KNOW there is no one who thinks the way
you do, Jeremy.  There is no wonder why Kristanna, Devon
and Pamela have fallen so hard for you.  No wonder."
   "I believe in being open and honest," I told her.  "I
don't think that there is enough of that in the world.  Aside
from the voyeur room, I have been up-front and honest with
all of you girls about everything.  More honest than I should
be, really.  But hey... that is the type of person I am."
   I slipped my right arm around Trish's shoulder and gave
her a light embrace.  "You've been open and honest with me
tonight too, dear.  I know Lindsay hurt your feelings today.
But is our candid talk making you feel better?"
   "Yes, it is."
   I ended our embrace and grinned at her.  "That's why I
invited you to spend the night with me in here.  My goal is
for in the morning, you have a big smile at the breakfast
table.  You have to put what happened behind you.  Move on.
Lindsay is not worth feeling all sad and depressed about."
   Before I knew what was happening next, Trish had one arm
curled around my body and was tracing both her lips and
tongue across my neck.  I moaned at the sudden rush of heat
that cascaded throughout my body, then took a deep breath.
When Trish started to kiss and nibble the most sensitive
area of my neck, however, I gently pushed her away.
   "What's wrong?" she asked, confused.
   I shook my head at her.  "I don't want you this way."
   "What way?"
   "You're hurt and vulnerable now," I responded.  "I don't
want to take advantage of you in your current mindset."
   "How are you taking advantage of me?" Trish wondered, her
hand upon my chest once more.  "I'm instigating it."
   "No," I reiterated, brushing her away.  "You've been
crying all day and all night long.  I don't want this.  Not
now.  I don't want to be with someone whose eyes are red and
dreary from hours of crying.  I'm sorry, Trish.  It would
feel wrong to me.  Very wrong."
   The young woman frowned, then nodded her head at me.  "I
do admit - you are one-of-a-kind, Jeremy.  Maybe you're
right.  Now is not the best time."  Trish leaned forward and
pecked my cheek with a kiss.  "Thank you."
   "For what?"
   "For being a gentleman."
   I smiled at her.  "That was easy.  I'm just being myself."
   "You're the first guy who has ever turned me away that I
tried to come onto, you know," Trish mused.
   Trying to inject some humor into the discussion, I told
her, "I bet a lot of those guys have screamed out YOUR name
when they were having sex with someone else."
   Trish giggled, which was excellent.  "I hope not."  Her
frown quickly returned, though.  "You don't want to have
sex with me.  That's fine.  But will you hold me tonight?"
   "Hold you?"
   "Let me fall asleep in your arms."
   I narrowed my gaze at her.  "I was thinking more along the
lines of you having my bed to yourself."  Trish vehemently
shook her head as I kept talking, "I was going to sleep on
the pull-out sofa, or maybe even the floor."
   "Please stay with me tonight," Trish pleaded.  "Please
hold me in your arms.  I've been alone my entire life.  If
ever I needed to draw strength from someone, it is tonight."
Trish grasped both of my hands with her own.  "Please, I beg
of you.  Please hold me tonight, Jeremy.  Please..."
   I shook my head and gently laughed at her.  "Wow, Trish.
How could I ever turn down THAT request?  Sure... fine.  I
will be more than happy to share the same bed with you
tonight, and hold you.  It would be my pleasure."
   "Why did you want to sleep on the floor or sofa?"
   "I didn't want it to seem that I was taking advantage of
you in any possible way," I answered.  "Even if we did not
become intimate, holding you allows me to get close to your
body.  It's been a rough day for you, Trish.  I just want
you to be totally comfortable and relaxed.  No worries."
   "Maybe I want you close to my body," Trish countered, her
tone of voice somewhat suggestive.
   "Oh really?" I asked, my eyes wide.
   "I've wanted it for a long time," Trish admitted.  "We
have been together twice in two-and-a-half weeks, Jeremy.
I wish it was more like five or six times.  I never have had
you one-on-one yet.  YET being the key word."  Trish paused,
then flashed that genuine smile of hers that I found so very
appealing.  "Was that being honest enough for you?"

                           * * *

   "That was a very _Jeremy thing_ to do," Kristanna smirked
the following morning, as she stood alongside Devon and yours
truly in the kitchen.  "Trish wants to have sex, but you turn
her down because she is feeling all depressed - even though
she desperately wanted to be with you."  Kristanna laughed
at me and concluded, "A very _Jeremy thing_ to do!"
   "Oh... don't tease him," Devon said to her friend, placing
a hand upon my shoulder.  "I think it was incredibly sweet.
How many guys would have taken advantage of Trish then?  I
don't think having sex would have really done her any good
last night.  Trish just needed a friend to talk to."
   "And that is what I was last night," I said, looking at
Kristanna.  "A friend.  Nothing more."
   Since Louisa (the housekeeper) was feeling a bit ill this
morning, I had given her the day off.  Devon was gracious
enough to volunteer to help me in preparing everyone pancakes
and biscuits for breakfast.  Kristanna was going to assist us
as well, until she suggested that we have kebab - whatever
that was - for breakfast.  That was a sign of trouble.
   Devon and I quickly agreed that we simply could not allow
Kristanna to run wild in the kitchen, so we told her that we
would take care of breakfast ourselves.  Because of her very
unique and exotic appetite (fish pudding, anyone?), I was
certain that the likes of Pamela, Trish and Amy would scoff
at the mere idea of Kristanna's Norwegian dish for breakfast.
Since Kristanna had never met a fish that she did not find
delicious, it would not have surprised me if her idea of a
good breakfast was a cod/egg/bacon combo sandwich.
   As Devon and yours truly finished up the first batch of
pancakes on this breezy Friday morning, Kristanna grabbed a
butter knife and raised it to my head.  Smiling (and being
her crazy self), Kristanna then made fake slasher motions
toward me with the knife and let out a little scream.  Devon
looked on and giggled, shaking her head.
   "Will you take this up to Louisa's room?" was my request
for Kristanna, as I presented her with a plate of pancakes
and biscuits.  I snatched the butter knife from Kristanna,
then leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.  "Louisa will
also want some maple syrup.  Take her some milk, too."
   Kristanna offered me a military salute.  "Yes sir!"
   "Give Louisa a kiss, and tell her I hope she feels
better," Devon grinned.
   "Give Louisa a kiss?" Kristanna countered.  "Discounting
the fact that Louisa is a very old woman - 76 years of age -
if I kiss her, I might catch whatever cold or flu she has!"
   "Exactly!" Devon squealed, nodding.  "Give her a kiss!"
   "I'm gonna give you a spanking when I get the chance,"
Kristanna warned Devon, before giggling and strolling off
with the breakfast plate, maple syrup and a glass of milk.
I kept an eye on her until she disappeared around the corner.
Kristanna was so incredibly jovial and outgoing.
   As I then prepared to fire up the next batch of pancakes,
Devon wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned upward,
kissing me flush on the lips.  "Hi Jeremy."
   "Hi Devon," I grinned, unprepared for her aggression.
   Her arms still secured around my neck, Devon offered me a
charming smile of her own.  "Trish belongs to me today.  Is
it okay if we take your Jeep?"  My eyes went wide at those
words as Devon added, "I was thinking of having a picnic
with her in the woods, then going to the west beach."
   "Take my Jeep?" I asked, feigning concern.  "You know that
NO ONE touches my Jeep except for ME."  I laughed and added,
"Sure, you can use the Jeep.  Just take good care of it."
   "I know how much you love that old _Wrangler_ of yours,"
Devon nodded.  "Don't worry.  It's in good hands with me."
   "When are you and I gonna get together?" I asked Devon,
looking into her pretty blue eyes, as she continued to
embrace me with both arms.  "Kristanna, I'm sure you are
aware, really wants you and me to hook up."
   Did I sense an embarrassed blush from Devon?  "Krissy is
trying to play matchmaker," the 27-year-old agreed, nodding
her head for emphasis.  "Krissy has made no bones about it,
either.  She wants all three of us to be together."  Devon
twirled her head about in a tentative fashion before finally
asking, "Is that something that interests you, Jeremy?"
   "I've been searching for my soul-mate my entire life," I
told her.  "The perfect woman.  The perfect match.  Strange
as it may sound, though, there may be two perfect women for
me in the world."  Or three, I said inwardly (Pamela?).
   This time, Devon definitely blushed.  So much so, in fact,
that she turned her face away from me and concealed it for a
brief instant.  But it was too late, because I had already
caught that unmistakable blush from her.
   "There is no need to be shy or apprehensive around me," I
told Devon.  "I've known since day one that you are attracted
to me, sweetheart.  I think it is safe to say that you are
attracted to Kristanna.  Lord only knows that Kristanna is
attracted to YOU."  Devon grinned at those words as I added,
"I like what I see and know of you thus far.  You and I need
to take a day or two, and devote the time to each other.  We
need to sit down and talk, really got to know each other.  I
know that Kristanna really wants that to happen."
   Devon giggled.  "She says that we are the perfect couple."
   "Yeah," I chuckled.  "We being the three of us."

   Moments later, Kristanna strolled back into the kitchen.

   "Ah-chooooo..." she murmured, grinning, tilting her head
from side-to-side.  "Ah-chooooo.  Louisa gave me the flu."
I shook my head and chuckled at her (highly) exaggerated
sneezing fit.  "Ah-chooooo..."
   "How is Louisa?" Devon asked.  "Seriously?"
   Kristanna frowned and answered, "Not good.  It's not a
good sign when it's 80 degrees out and you're in bed with
three heavy blankets wrapped around you... and still cold."
   I winced at those words.  "Do you think I should take her
to the doctor in Peru?  It could be something serious."
   "Wait a while," Kristanna suggested.  "At least a day.
If she is not feeling better tomorrow, take her then.  I
know that Louisa is older and all, but even she herself
insists that she does not want to go to the doctor."
   "I wish Stephanie was still here," Devon offered.  "Steph
was a nurse, you know, and could take good care of Louisa."
   "We'll get her back on track," I nodded.

                           * * *

   After a quick and relaxing swim in the outdoor pool some
two hours later, I toweled off and ventured back into the
mansion.  My destination was my personal 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 was Pamela's private haven in the entire mansion.
   However, I was somewhat surprised to find Kristanna - of
all people - seated at the large table within the library.
She was seemingly transfixed into a book that dealt with -
get this - marine biology.  Puzzled at the unique (for her)
choice, I approached Kristanna and made my presence known.
   "What are you reading?" I asked her.  "Marine biology?
Since when do you have an interest in marine biology?"
   Kristanna put the book down and laughed.  She loved to
laugh.  Kristanna had a beautiful, melodious laugh.  "I was
going to be a biology major in college before deciding on
archeology.  I wanted to be a biologist!"
   "A biologist?" I scoffed.  "You?  A biologist?  YOU?"
   "Yes... me!" she giggled.  "In fact, I had many career
aspirations and goals before deciding on archeology."
   "Oh really?" I grinned.  "What were they?"
   "I wanted to be a race car driver, a drummer, learn to
play the piano... be a jet-fighter pilot, a make-up artist
and then join the circus... walk the trapeze.  I wanted to
be a ballet dancer, an actress, be a comedian, a sculptor
and then design my own clothing line.  That's about it."
   Kristanna went through all of that in quick, rapid-fire
succession, with such a goofy expression upon 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 an
F-14 Tomcat (or whatever they call them in Norway).
   "Would your clothing line have those crazy Viking hats
and caps you like to wear on occasion?"
   "Of course it would!" she told me.  "I think that every
American should wear Viking hats!  The United States is a
colony of Norway, you know.  Leif Ericson - a Norse like me -
discovered it... not Christopher Columbus."  Kristanna folded
her arms and offered me an impish expression.  "You should
bow down, Jeremy, and kiss my Norwegian feet."
   "Why don't you kiss MY feet instead?"
   Kristanna made a face and exclaimed, "I'm not about to
kiss your dirty, smelly feet!"
   I laughed at her reaction.  "You're crazy, Krissy.  Nuts.
Each time you tell me that Leif Ericson story, I can't help
but to laugh."  I paused and added, grinning, "My feet are
far from dirty and smelly, too.  They're clean and pristine."
   "Clean and pristine?" Kristanna huffed.  "Yeah... RIGHT."
   "Have you given Devon her spanking yet?"
   "No... not yet."
   I smiled at her.  "I think it's time you're due for one
yourself.  You need to be put in your place, Kristanna.  When
was the last time that you received a good, hard spanking?"
    The 24-year-old paused and asked, "When was the last time
YOU had a good, hard spanking?  Mine was a few days ago."
   I smiled yet again.  "I might need one myself, yes."
   "How about a blowjob?" Kristanna wondered, licking her
lips.  "When was the last time you got one of them?"
   "Two days ago," I frowned, "from Lindsay."  I shook my
head and perked up.  "Are you offering?"
   "If you're accepting..."
   "I'd be a fool not to."
   With a smile upon 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 upon my hip and wrapped her right arm
around my body, then moved her lips toward mine for a kiss.
   I slipped both of my arms around Kristanna's statuesque
figure and held her tightly as our tongues dueled together
between our open-mouthed kiss.  My left hand ventured south
and cupped her firm, tight ass, while my right latched onto
one of her breasts and gently caressed it.
   "Just to think..." I offered once our kiss was broken,
our noses touching and bumping.  "When I went by the library
a few minutes ago, I saw a blonde head and thought it was
Pamela.  I haven't talked to her in a couple of days, but
thought maybe this was my chance.  But I'm glad YOU'RE here."
   "It's good to know that I'm an adequate enough replacement
for Pamela," Kristanna snickered, being playful.  "Actually,
Pamela was here until five minutes before you showed up.  She
said she was going on a picnic with Devvy and Trish."
   Those words made me smile.  "Pamela is with Devon right
now?  Excellent.  Trish could use the company, too.  She is
in a lot of hurt because of Lindsay."  I lifted the hem of
Kristanna's flimsy dress and stroked the bare, supple skin
of her ass.  "You'll never scream out someone else's name
when you and I have sex together... will you, dear?"
   Kristanna laughed at my suggestion.  "Each time I have
sex with you, Jeremy, I always think of Valdemar."
   "Valdemar?" I retorted.  "Who is Valdemar?"
   "Valdemar was the last boyfriend I had in Norway," she
answered, still giggling.  "Whenever I am with you, Jeremy,
I think of Valdemar and that helps me get through it!"
   Kristanna squealed and yelped as I offered her tight ass
a good, forceful slap underneath the hemline of her dress.
Her pretty eyes flashing, she then giggled and focused upon
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 kidding!" 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 kick his ass?"
   Kristanna laughed again, as I had referred to her karate
skills.  "No... but I should have!  I really should have!"
   "I love you so much, Krissy," I told her, grinning, with
both arms now encircling her shoulders.  "You're so nice and
sweet... and you ALWAYS make me laugh.  I really should have
thought more about a relationship with you when we first met.
I should have married you a long time ago."
   "'Woulda, 'shoulda, 'coulda," she murmured.  "I am happy
for what we have now, Jeremy.  You and me could have gotten
married and moved to Norway, yes... but then we would have
never met Devvy.  Or any of the other girls.  Devvy would
still be in Pennsylvania.  She would still be miserable -
living with her parents."
   "Miserable?" I inquired, concerned.  "Why was she...?"
   "That is something that Devvy will have to answer for you
if she wants to," Kristanna interjected, cutting me off.
"If she wants you to know, ask her, and she will tell you.
It would not be right of me to tell you what she told me."
   "That never stopped us before," I countered, making an
obvious reference to the voyeur room.
   "Devvy should tell you about herself," Kristanna insisted.
"Not me.  Get her alone some time, and ask her.  The girl is
like a book.  She'll open up and tell you everything about
her if you are good to her.  Devvy is a very trusting girl.
I said the very same things to you just the other day."
   "Your idea of a three-way relationship with Devon really
intrigues me," I mused.  "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 upon 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 chapter, 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 upon the intoxicating cleft between
her thighs, I kissed her right knee-cap and proclaimed, "The
blowjob can definitely wait.  Will you lay down for me?"
   Kristanna let out an exaggerated sigh.  "You're going to
eat my pussy?  Stop the presses!  Stop the presses!  Jeremy
is actually going to eat my pussy!  Stop the presses!"
   "Don't patronize me, woman," I chuckled.  "Keep it up,
and I won't lick that sweet, delicious pussy of yours.  I'll
leave you high and dry - and not satisfied."
   "That wouldn't be a first..." Kristanna joked.
   "HEY!" I scoffed, albeit playfully.  "Better be quiet!"
   Grinning, Kristanna slid her thumb and forefinger across
her mouth - as if she were sealing her lips shut.  The zipper
must have immediately broke, though, because she was talking
up a storm just seconds later.
   "I better take a picture so I'll always remember this
moment!  You're actually going to go oral on me!  You don't
do this all that often, Jeremy, you know."  Kristanna lifted
the hem of her dress well above her waist, allowing me total
access to her tender, glistening pussy.  It looked totally
scrumptious, nestled all nice and neat between her luscious
thighs - with a blonde patch of curls mixed in.
   "I could go oral on you from now until the very end of
eternity," I told her, reaching up and grasping her left
hand.  I gently stroked it with my thumb.  "Believe that."
   She giggled.  "You'd rather have me sucking your cock."
   As she lay upon the table, Kristanna raised both of her
knees and looked at me from between them.  I maintained eye
contact with her and offered a smile, then leaned forward
and kissed her inner thigh.
   Still holding Kristanna's left hand, I then moved my face
in and began to lash away at her soft, velvety slit with my
tongue.  Kristanna moaned and arched her neck in response,
but then re-focused her gaze upon me.  "I love you, Jeremy."
   I withdrew my lips from her succulent folds long enough
to again kiss her inner thigh.  "I love you too, peaches."
   "Peaches?"
   I smiled at her.  "You are sweet as a peach."  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
or Amy.  It all depends on where you come from, Jeremy.  The
names I say to you now are all very popular in my country."
She paused and added, "Your name would be Oddmund, though,
because you are such an odd man."  Kristanna laughed again...
   "Alfhild would be a good name for you," I countered.  "We
could call you _ALF_ for short."
   "That's not funny..." Kristanna told me.
   I lunged forward and latched onto Kristanna's shoulders,
then pulled her up into a standing position with me.  I
embraced her warmly and held her hand upon my own shoulder.
"I love you, sweetheart," I reiterated, laughing.  "I could
just sit and talk with you from now until the end of time,
and be happy.  I really, honestly mean that.  No matter what,
you always bring a smile to my face."
   "I like making other people laugh," Kristanna commented.
"Especially you and Devvy.  I'm always teasing both of you.
I tease Devvy ALL of the time."
   The 24-year-old squealed as I suddenly swept her up into
my arms.  Kristanna hooked her left arm around my neck and
shoulder, then held on tight as I carried her over toward
the large, comfortable sofa.  It was a scene reminiscent of
a new bride and groom in the hotel on their wedding night.
Maybe Kristanna and I would experience that for real one day?
   "I'm not finished with you yet," I said, laying her down
across the plush sofa cushions.  I deftly slid my right hand
between her thighs and tenderly massaged her little pussy
with a pair of extended fingers.  I then made eye contact
with Kristanna and asked, "Do you know how much I love you?"
   "Not as much as I love you."
   I smiled at her heartfelt response while dropping to one
knee.  My fingers still twiddling away upon her pussy, I
took a long, deep breath and simply stared at Kristanna for
several seconds.  God, she was beautiful.  The constant
smile upon 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,
"Peaches is a good name for you, yes.  Anyway, you know
something?  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 countered, my eyes wide.  "Your boyfriend
was named Mubbashir?  You're not making that up?"
   "Mubbashir is a regular Norwegian name," she informed me.
"Anyway, when I lost my virginity... it's not a good memory.
Mubbashir and I snuck out to the barn on my family farm one
day after school.  I will say one good thing for him, though.
He gave me the best _TWO-AND-A-HALF_ seconds of his life."

   Once again, Kristanna made me burst out into laughter.  It
took me awhile to settle down, too.  A long time, in fact.
Where does she come up with some of the things that she says?

   "My first time having sex was with you, of course," I
recollected, smiling from ear-to-ear.  "I was 25, and you
were just 19.  The roles were reversed, Krissy.  I should
have been the one with all of the experience, and know-how."
   Kristanna grinned and spoke in a dreamy tone, "I think it
turned out for the best... don't you?"
   I growled.  "Oh yes... I think it did.  It was five 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 upon
my crotch.  "Hmmmmm... you were rock-hard then, too - just
like you are now."  I gulped my throat as she continued, "I
will say that you lasted longer than Mubbashir."  Kristanna
snickered and concluded, "But not much longer..."
   I laughed at her.  "I lasted long enough to make you cry
and scream out in orgasm.  I think I did pretty good."
   "I was crying and screaming, yes," Kristanna nodded.
"But it wasn't in orgasm... it was in dissatisfaction!
_THREE_ WHOLE SECONDS of dissatisfaction!  That was all!"
   Kristanna shelved her comical and playful demeanor for a
spell by conceding, "That was a very special day for me.
Mubbashir was a virgin when I had sex with him too, but he
did not come close to comparing with you, Jeremy.  Plus, I
was a virgin then too.  Neither of us had any clue as to
what we were doing.  But I will always remember that I was
the teacher between us, and you were the student.  That's
what made it so very special to me."  She paused and then
cooed, "_I_ popped your cherry!"
   "That you did," I agreed.  "That... you did."
   "I was the one who turned you into the pleasure machine
that you are today!" Kristanna gleefully proclaimed.
   "Pleasure machine?"
   "Just ask Devvy, Pamela, Trish and Amy," Kristanna said.
"You could even ask liar Lindsay and snobby Stephanie, even
though she had sex with you just one time.  You are like a
_Sybian_, Jeremy - a sex machine, always ready to please!"
   "I don't know about that," I chuckled.  "You girls have
done a pretty good job of wearing me out over the past three
weeks.  The gas tank is running on fumes."
   "Hey... I just remembered something!" Kristanna squealed,
wiggling herself out from underneath me upon the sofa.  I
looked at her in confusion as she chirped, "Cover your eyes!"
   "Why?"
   Kristanna giggled.  "Cover your eyes!"
   "Okay," I relented, bringing both hands to my eyes and
shielding them.  "Are you up to something sneaky?"
   "Keep them covered until I say so," Kristanna requested,
as I listened to her open the closet door here inside the
library.  All of my senses except sight on high alert, I
soon realized that Kristanna was busy rummaging through the
closet.  Eventually, the noises stopped, and then I got the
feeling that Kristanna had returned to stand in front of me
as I lounged about and relaxed upon the sofa.
   "What are you up to?"
   "You haven't done any peeking... have you?"
   "Of course not," I told her, my hands completely shielding
my eyes, effectively blinding me.
   Kristanna giggled yet again.  "Okay... look at me!"
   "This should be interesting," I mused, uncovering my eyes
only to quickly break out into a wild rage of laughter.
   "I remember putting this in the library closet when I was
here last month!" 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 recent departures of
Lindsay and Stephanie, and the absolute heartbreak that Trish
was currently experiencing, this conversation/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 day we met.
   "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!"
   Kristanna giggled.  "Jeremy is a fool.  Jeremy has no
brain.  Jeremy is a fool!  Jeremy has no brain!  But Jeremy
is MY fool, and I love him so much.  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!"
   "Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?"
   "You should."
   I reached out and gripped the gold braid from Kristanna's
replica Viking cap and held it loosely.  I shook my head at
her and mused, "This is incredible."
   "What is incredible?"
   "These past couple of days," I responded.  "Today is
Friday.  You told me, for the first time, that you love me
on Tuesday."  I shook my head once again.  "I think... this
is incredible, Krissy.  It really is."
   "What?" she insisted.
   "Me and you.  You and me.  I just... you've been my best
friend for so long.  Years and years and years.  Five years.
But the thought of having you as my girlfriend, my lover, my
wife, maybe - it never really crossed my mind until Tuesday."
   "We have been lovers for five 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.  "I have always loved being your sounding board.  But
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."
   I sighed.  "Lindsay called you a _skank_."
   Kristanna shrugged her shoulders.  "So?  I don't care."
   "That really upset me, though."
   "A skank is properly defined as someone who is dirty and
filthy," the 24-year-old informed me.  "I may be a whole lot
of things, but I'm definitely not dirty or filthy."
   "You're an angel," I whispered.
   "What?"
   "You're an angel," I repeated, this time in a louder tone.
"You're an angel to me, Krissy.  Don't let anyone ever tell
you that you're anything less than that.   Lindsay... Lindsay
had no right to say that about you."
   "Lindsay had no right to spit in your face either, dear
Jeremy," Kristanna frowned.  "Just because she did it, or in
my case, said it... does not mean it was right, or truthful."
Kristanna shrugged her shoulders yet again.  "Besides, I
could care less what that liar thinks or says about me.  That
is the big difference between us, Jeremy.  If someone says or
does something negative to you, you take it to heart.  Me, on
the other hand... I could care less what people think or say
about me.  I know that I am a good person.  As long as you
think good thoughts about me, Jeremy, and Devvy thinks good
thoughts, and my family in Norway, I'm perfectly happy."
   "So you can't say that you could care less what EVERYONE
thinks about you, sweetheart," I countered.  "You care what
I think, Devon, your family..."
   "That goes without saying," Kristanna mused.  "The point
is that I could care less what Lindsay thinks about me simply
because she is meaningless to me.  After what she has done to
not only you, but Trish and everyone else who was here for
that matter, I could care less what happens to Lindsay.  I
could care less what she says or thinks about me.  You,
though... you're all upset because she called me a skank."
   "Of course I'm upset..."
   "There is no reason to be," Kristanna insisted.  "Why even
give the girl a thought?  Lindsay is not worth the effort
alone to come up with the brain-power needed for a thought."
   "I wish I had your outlook on things.  I do let things
effect me too much.  But I always have, and I can't help it."
   "I think you are getting better with it, though, Jeremy.
At least in the time that you and I have known each other.
You have improved a whole lot in that regard."
   "Are you going to let me finish what I started?" I asked.
"Or should we keep talking about feelings like this?"
   "What did you start?"
   "Your pussy," I told her.  "I want to finish it off."
   Kristanna smiled.  "With your tongue?"
   "Yes, with my tongue."
   Even before I finished that last sentence, Kristanna had
dropped to the floor and then rolled onto her back.  Her
thighs spread and knees high in the air, she offered me an
anxious expression while lifting her dress even higher.
Clutching its hemline near her breasts, it was obvious that
Kristanna wanted me to orally service her, too.
   I offered Kristanna a glittering smile, then positioned
myself between those taut, inviting thighs.  I began to lap
away upon that tasty, delicious pussy, which sent Kristanna's
luscious body into a squirming fit.
   As she bathed in the ecstasy of my oral ministrations,
Kristanna got rid of her flower-print dress by slowly lifting
it up, and over, her head.  Now clad in just a beige-colored
satin bra, Kristanna giggled as I reached up and squeezed
both of her firm breasts through it.  Then, I yanked it off.
   I began to work her bare breasts over with both hands, my
tongue twirling and darting about like a buzzsaw as it probed
Kristanna's tender pussy.  The mere sight of the Nordic
goddess churning and vibrating about in response to what I
was doing to her warmed both my senses and my heart.
   When I brought my left hand upward to caress Kristanna's
chin, she quickly sucked my index finger into her mouth and
began to nibble away upon it.  Her eyes locked upon me, she
worked my finger over as if it were a real cock.
   Once Kristanna let out a sharp, agitated sigh, however, I
quickly withdrew my index finger from her beautiful mouth.
I was bringing Kristanna precariously close to an orgasm,
and I wanted her to enjoy it completely.
   I was so into the act of feasting away upon Kristanna's
pussy that sounds of great hunger were actually emanating
from within my throat as my tongue continued to busily slurp
away.  Kristanna's entire body seemed to tense up in total
arousal, then she squeezed her thighs tightly around my head
and arched her slender back high off the floor.  An instant
later, she growled out in the midst of an orgasmic eruption.
Smiling, I continued to stroke her heavenly breasts as her
body now shook and vibrated beneath me in the sensations.
   I enjoyed witnessing Kristanna experiencing such intense
pleasure.  It gave me a tremendous amount of satisfaction.
   Sliding up her magnificent body, I found Kristanna's lips
with my own and offered her a passionate kiss.  "That was a
wonderful noon-time 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."
   "Was there anyone else?"
   Kristanna smiled.  "Mr. Ulseth."
   "Mr. Ulseth?  Who was that?"
   "My arithmetic teacher in high school."
   My eyes wide, I choked and murmured, "Your teacher?"
   Kristanna nodded.  "I used to go to school in my little
schoolgirl uniform - a white top, checkered skirt, and
pig-tails.  I was failing arithmetic, but Mr. Ulseth said
he would give me a passing grade if I would do something in
return for him."  My cock reached its fully erect status as
Kristanna continued, "I told him I would do anything for a
good grade, so he ripped my top off and spun me around, and
shoved me against the chalkboard.  It was so hot and erotic
for this older man - my teacher - to take advantage of me
like I was this innocent girl."  Kristanna giggled.  "But I
was FAR from innocent.  Mr. Ulseth took control of me.  He
threw me on his desk, and he fucked me so LONG and HARD."
She sighed.  "Wow... I'm getting wet just thinking about it."
   Gulping my throat, I soon realized that I was speechless.
That naughty, sinful recollection of a sexual encounter from
Kristanna's past nearly took my breath away.  She had allowed
a TEACHER to have sex with her in exchange for better grades?
Just imagining the scene in my mind gave me 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 exaggerated growl before Kristanna
murmured, "It did happen in my mind, though.  I had such a
major, major crush on Mr. Ulseth.  All types of fantasies!"
Kristanna took a deep breath.  "Remember when I dressed up
as a schoolgirl for you, Jeremy, and Devvy was a cheerleader?
Being a bad, naughty schoolgirl is a major fantasy of mine."
   I coughed a few times in succession, trying to clear my
ragged throat.  "You can dress up for me anytime, peaches."
   "Can I give you that blowjob now, baby?"
   I growled and answered, "Of course you can."
   After rising to my feet, Kristanna quickly got onto her
knees before me and began to tug at both my belt and shorts.
The young woman unlooped my belt while also pulling my
shorts and briefs downward.  I stepped out of them and an
instant later, she was paying erotic homage to my cock.
   I sighed and moaned in undeniable lust as Kristanna's
blonde head bobbed back-and-forth upon 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 upon my testicles with her other hand.
   Next, I tossed my head back and growled in total desire
as Kristanna hungrily sucked and slurped away upon my shaft.
Others may come close, but no one could bring me as much
pleasure with their mouth as Kristanna could.  She was, for
lack of a better term, a true tactician when it came to oral
sex.  Kristanna LOVED sucking my cock, and it showed.
   Soon, she withdrew my erection from her mouth and started
to swipe its full length in the open air - much like it was
a lollipop.  I growled out like a madman while witnessing
this, as her sparkling blue eyes were focused and trained
upon my face.  Those eyes of hers were so very pretty...
   Once the lollipop-licking motion came to an end, Kristanna
fastened her little mouth upon 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 woman...
   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 thundering 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 noon-time snack for me, too!"
   My head still spinning in the aftermath of orgasm, I took
a moment or two to rest before sitting down next to Kristanna
upon the floor and wrapping an arm around her shoulder.  I
kissed the side of her face and mused, "Incredible..."
   Kristanna offered me a heartfelt, genuine smile.  "This
has always been my ultimate fantasy, Jeremy."
   "What?"
   "For you to want to be with me just as much as I have
always wanted to be with you."  Kristanna wiped away a
single tear from her eye and added, "I thought this day
would never come.  I thought it would only exist in my mind."
   "These past few days have been amazing," I nodded.
   "Yes, they have.  I'm happier now than ever before!"
   Suddenly, I got this intense feeling within me.  I do not
know where it came from, or what exactly was fueling it.
But I felt as if I did not tell Kristanna what was on my
mind right now, I would most surely explode.
   "Sweetheart, can I ask you something?  I know it is going
to sound crazy, but I have to ask it.  I have to be honest."
   "What is it?" she wondered.  "You can ask me anything."
   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 11 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
Tuesday.  But we've been the best of friends for five years
and running.  No one knows me better than you do.  No one.
And I cannot think of a better person than you to be with."
   "Jeremy..."
   I grasped her right hand with both of mine and looked
deep into those tear-stained eyes of hers.  She knew what
was coming next.  "I have searched my entire life for a
woman as precious and as wonderful as you.  I... I would
like to ask you to accept my love, my name, and everything
that I am.  Please make me the happiest man in the world by
becoming my wife."  I paused, allowing those words to sink
in.  "Kristanna Sommer [last name]... will you marry me?"
   Her hand trembling as I held it, and her face overcome
with emotion, Kristanna was speechless.  For the first time
in her life, this ultra-outgoing and charismatic woman was
totally speechless.  Thus, I found myself talking again.
   "This was all so sudden on my part, dear.  It wasn't
planned."  I laughed, my own body full of the jitters.  "I
don't even have a ring for you yet.  But I swear to you...
I'll get you a ring, and make this proposal complete."
   Kristanna massaged her throat with her free hand and
managed to whisper in a weak tone, "Yes... I'll marry you."
She then got rid of her Viking hat and rose up to both
knees before me.  After a moment where we looked at each
other through a dual collection of tears, Kristanna tossed
her arms around my shoulders and hugged me fiercely.
   "Oh God, Jeremy... I LOVE YOU!" my new fiancee exclaimed.
Still embracing me, she then held both hands out and gushed,
"Look at me!  Look at me!  I'm SHAKING!"  Soon, the embrace
from Kristanna came with a powerful, vise-tight grip.  She
began to bounce and vibrate as both of us stood on our knees
before each other, locked as one.  "I LOVE YOU, JEREMY!  OH
GOD... I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!  WE WILL BE SO HAPPY TOGETHER!"
   A wide range of positive emotions swirling throughout my
entire body, I buried my face upon Kristanna's shoulder and
felt like crying.  This was the happiest moment of my life!