Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 14 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 14

... chill shoot throughout my entire body at just how perfect she and I looked together, how right everything felt. "Wanna walk?" "I would love to go on a walk with you," I told her. Obviously, she was done with her cheeseburger and fries. It was a quiet, mid-afternoon day on the streets of Sandvika, so each bar, restaurant or club we passed by did not have a lot of, if any, activity yet. Still, Scarlett held firmly to my hand as we walked. The togetherness was extra nice. We paused in front of a club that had an emblem of a nude female striking a suggestive pose. Obviously, it was a strip club. "You could dance on top of a bar in there," I offered, again teasing her. "Think how much fun that would be for you. Probably make a lot more money there than being a nurse, too." Scarlett peered up at me. "No, thank you." We walked a bit further, sharing simple, idle chatter, until Scarlett's eyes suddenly lit up as if a light bulb had popped on over her head. "That's it! We need ice cream." "Ice cream?" "Yes, ice cream," she reiterated, stepping ahead and tugging at my arm. Just ahead of us was a small parlor. "Ice cream is the perfect punctuation mark for our little afternoon out together. And this time, Jeremy, I'm buying." After purchasing our ice cream - vanilla and strawberry for Scarlett and chocolate chip for me - we took the long way back to the car, snagging an extra block here or there as we spoke about nearly everything, not ready for our afternoon to be over just quite yet. ...

... "I had no idea that kids in Norway are basically required to stay in high school until they are 19," I stated, trying to wrap my mind around the concept. "In the United States, everyone usually graduates high school by the time they are 18. Some even early... 17." "In Norway it is not called high school," Scarlett informed me. "It is called _videregående skole_, or upper secondary school in English. We rarely use the term _high school_ here. Only when referring to you silly Americans, really." "Did you play any sports while you were growing up?" "I was on the girls' cross country and tennis teams," she answered. "In my final year of school, not enough girls tried out for the tennis squad, so I had to compete for a spot on the boys' team. I got it; it felt great." "Kristanna was big into basketball when she was growing up here, I am told," were my words. "Krissy was already 5-foot-9 by the time she was 13 years old. Her mom and dad thought she would never stop growing, but Krissy only grew another two inches and topped out at 5-foot-11. She said there was never a boy taller than her in her grade until she was 16." Scarlett giggled. "5-foot-9 by the time she was 13? I am 31 and 5-foot-3, and always feel like a midget next to her." "She's generally taller than me when she has heels on." Scarlett chuckled. "Her come-fuck-me pumps?" I stopped, then tilted my head and smiled at Scarlett. "Do you know what I find so incredibly cute right now?" "What is that?" "The ice cream on your ...