Island Fever Ch. 24

"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. This was the happiest moment of my life!

***End of Chapter 24***