Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 14 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 14

... Kristanna smiled sweetly. "But you love it when I tease you. Remember when you poured coffee on your pancakes instead of syrup at that restaurant over in Lysaker a month or two ago? And then ate them anyway because you were way too embarrassed to ask for new pancakes?" "No. I don't remember that." "Don't lie! I made you maple coffee every day for a week." Pamela shook her head nostalgically. "You went to a lot of effort on that one." "I did. And you laughed secretly. I know it. Just like you're laughing inside now. Just look. The edge of your mouth is pulling and you want to smile so badly, it's killing you. Come on, Pammy... admit it." Unable to stand it any further, Pamela gave in, breaking into the smile she could no longer hold back. "Fine. I think you're funny. But only once in a great blue moon." * * * "You're making dinner?" "Yes?" Pamela told me later that afternoon as she and I, fresh from our trip to the grocery store, walked together along the stone path which led to the estate's main entrance. "I mean, it's just stir-fry, but I'm pretty good at it." "What about Amy?" I inquired, holding two full bags of groceries in my arms. "She's actually letting you cook?" "Amy has the night off," Pamela responded, cradling a groggy Piper to her loving, trusting shoulder. "I told her so. Amy is seven months pregnant now; she needs to start to slow down a bit and relax. Others can help her." "This should be interesting tonight," I grinned. "We all get to sample Pamela's ...

... Chicken Surprise." "Jeremy!" Pamela squealed, smacking me lightly across the chest. "You make it sound like it's gonna be bad!" Piper actually had her eyes locked on me and was making _baby noises_ as Pamela and I entered the estate. We did not see another soul in sight, but figured everyone was around here... somewhere. Perhaps a few of the ladies were still unpacking their suitcases? Trish and Lindsay, I could easily envision, playing video games in the recreation room? Amy resting, maybe getting a massage from Devon or Scarlett? And Kristanna... well, up to no good like usual? When I set the two grocery bags down upon the kitchen counter, Pamela passed Piper off to me and I bounced her gently in my arms. "She seems really tired," I observed. "Pretty, pretty princess there slept for at least 16 hours yesterday," Pamela mused, washing her hands in the sink. "I don't think Piper and Kaden are over our long trip from Peru, either." Pamela reached into one of the grocery bags and took fresh chicken breasts out of it, removed them from their package and then began chopping them into small strips as if she was an expert chef. "I'm impressed." "Shut up," Pamela retorted, but in a good-natured way, without taking her eyes off the chicken on the cutting board. I could not have found Pamela any more adorable than she was right now, yet I could not possibly fathom why. Simply watching her do something so incredibly mundane and normal like preparing a recipe for dinner had me in a definite ...