Island Fever Ch. 24

"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.