Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 16 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 16

... complaining. "But then Trish goes and has to get a hair appointment right in the middle of Friday night gaming time! Screw her hairdresser!" "Can't you just play the game once she gets back?" Lindsay peered at me as if I was clueless. "Ummmmm... hello? There is a six hour time difference between Norway and Ohio. Alison has to work two to ten tonight, which means by eight o'clock Norway time, she will be gone. I wonder if Trish will even be home by then!" Trish thought on this, trying to find a proper solution. "I'm sure you and I can find out when Alison is going to be available this weekend, honey, and hook up online with her." "We can do that whenever we want," Lindsay squealed. "But we ALWAYS do our Friday gaming night with Alison, unless we're on vacation elsewhere like the past few weeks." Lindsay snagged an apple from the bowl on the counter and flung her long-flowing blonde tresses behind her shoulder theatrically. "Oh, this is so unright of you, Trish." "You know I needed to get my hair done three weeks ago," Trish reminded her. "It's out of control now. I really need to get in and see Amalie as soon as possible." "I get it. Just makes me sad," Lindsay frowned. And she really did look the saddest of the sad. So, Lindsay turned to Kaden for comfort and nudged her nose against his. "Can you give me a kiss, wild man, and make me feel better?" Seconds later, Lindsay was beaming once the deed was done. "I'll make it up to you, honey," Trish promised her. "Maybe I should ...

... bake cookies," Lindsay theorized out loud. "If I bake cookies, will you change your mind and cancel your salon appointment, Trish? You can't resist my cookies." "NO ONE on the planet could possibly resist YOUR cookies," Trish countered. Somehow, I knew the term encompassed much more right now than your typical chocolate chip delight. Lindsay passed Trish a look, yet still embraced her. "It's wrong. It's backward, actually, that you're flaking out on me and Alison after we came so close to completing that heist the other night. If I could be frank, you and your wild mane of brown hair, my lovely bride, can wait until next week." "If you're Frank, then who do I get to be?" Lindsay glared back at Trish, but grinned. "Funny. You are a funny, flake-out-on-your-wife sort of girl." Trish stood up from my lap and announced, "If you will excuse me, I'm going to go find Devon and stare at her for awhile because she is so gorgeous, and I could never get enough of that. Else, if I stay, Lindsay may just force me to change my mind about my appointment tonight." Trish tickled Kaden's belly with a finger and serenaded him with kisses, then held my hand and smiled at me while slowly backing away. Once our mutual grip was broken, Trish turned and exited the kitchen, a bounce in her step. "Tell Devon that she's hot for me!" Lindsay called out. "You're not mad at Trish about tonight, are you?" Lindsay gave me a face. "Psssssh. Of course not. I was just playing with her, teasing her, you know?" ...