Steamy Romance And e*****a Super Bundle

Chapter 2

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Grabbing my gloved hand and placing it in her mittened one, Freja leads me through the kitchen and out the back door of the house. It's so cold outside I can see our breath. We continue walking across a snowy path with our boots crunching on the heavy snow. Even with a thick knitted stocking cap on I see a glossy blonde braid peak between her cap and jacket. Enamored with her light hair and features, as they are "exotic" to my biracial senses, I study her as we walk. I am decidedly different looking than Freja, I notice admiringly. With a mix of Caribbean and European blood; light brown skin the shade of peanut butter, brown doe eyes and a tumble of unruly mixed-girl curls I am definitely not a local Swedish farm girl. Yet Freja and I are similar in weight and athletic build, but I am much curvier with an hourglass shape - emphasized by my strict routine in the gym.

Freja doesn't need the gym, I muse appreciatively. I can already tell this even through the multiple layers of cotton and woolen winter clothing. She is perfect.

Very fuckable, indeed.

"Ta-Da!" She squeaks in a cute voice as she opens the door to a tiny neighboring cottage within eyesight of the farmhouse, letting me inside. It is warm and cozy indoors; brightly decorated with white walls, rustic chic furniture painted in a variety of pastel shades, a hodgepodge of light-colored pillows, and warm woolen blankets.

Wow. This is really cute. I like it here.

The cottage is small but seems much bigger inside due to the bright colors, thoughtful furniture placement, and a charming antique white wood stove. White. Lots and lots of white.

This must be where Freja stays.

"Wheeeeeeeee!" Still bundled up in winter clothing, Freja squeals as she takes a running leap and jumps onto a large, bouncy bed covered in oversized goose down throw pillows. She lies on her back in the middle of the giant bed and makes snow angel motions with her arms and legs, giggling excitedly.

"Come here, Sadie!" she yells in a thick accent, "you try this…it is FUN!!"

Shivering, I briefly turn around to close the door behind me, sealing in the warmth of the cottage. As soon as I spin back to face the bed, Freja stands up and skip-hops over to me.

She squats down and wraps both arms firmly around my thighs before I can reply, gathering me up into a big bear hug.

I am startled. What on earth is this strange girl doing?

Her strong arms pick me up as if I am as light as a feather and thrusts my torso over her shoulder, carrying me across the room like a bundle of wood, dropping me on the bed with a heavy bounce.

Holy s**t! She's STRONG for being such a tiny peep of a thing! What do they feed the girls over here in Sweden? I wonder to myself in amazement.

Her physical strength equally surprises and scares me, but I find myself getting strangely and unexpectedly aroused. It's kind of hot to be thrown around by a beautiful, dainty woman I realize with fascination.

Mommy likey.

"You like mine bed, Sadie?" Freja plops down next to me on her stomach, propped on her elbows with her hands framing her face. "I got it new present for 18th birthday month ago," she adds suggestively in a silky voice, searching my face intently.

Eighteen. Whoa. She's hot…and legal (in America).

Feeling my cheeks flush, I quickly change the subject.

"Um, yes. I love it here. I love everything here, the bed, the decor, the…" I quickly survey the room and notice a few details I'd missed before. "This painting, it's beautiful!" I exclaim, pointing to an oversized canvas hanging above our heads at the top of the bed. It is of a cow in a pasture, abstract-style, in various shades of pink, blue, yellows and whites.

"You like? This my cow, Sylvia. I paint myself!" Freja confessed with a huge grin lighting up her face.

She has a cow?

"Wow. You paint? It's lovely," I reply, genuinely impressed. "I didn't know you paint."

"There is lot of things you not know of me." She says with a mischievous look, smirking. "I'm going University this autumn to paint pictures." she proclaims matter-of-factly in a heavy accent.

"I am like you, Sadie, ART-TEEST." She uses her finger to playfully bat one of my curls with each syllable of "ar-tist', then suddenly climbs over me and reaches down to rummage through her nightstand drawer.

"Want smoke?" She offers, holding up a pipe with some w**d and a lighter.

"Yassssss," I answer excitedly.

"I know you will, Sadie. It is your DNA. Jamaicans love smoke, right?"

"Sure," I reply, amused, "I guess I never thought of it that way before." I find it amusing that she read my bio, but conveniently chose to ignore the fact that I'm half-caucasian as well.

"Hold on," she says suddenly as she crawls back over me and hops down off the bed. She runs over to a pastel pink desk with a laptop on it and pulls up some music. The first few notes of "No Woman, No Cry" by Bob Marley and the Wailers starts to float out of her speakers softly as she shoves more firewood into the mouth of the small wood burning stove.

"Jamaicans like hot, do they? The temperature?" she asks enthusiastically, looking at me for approval.

But I'm an American from the upper midwest (Minnesota) and it gets just as cold there as here in Sweden. I start to open my mouth to explain but can't bear the thought of disappointing her once I see the puppy dog expression plastered over her face.

"Hot. Umm, yes! We like it really warm," I responded, with a kind smile.

"Yes," she replies, a satisfied look on her face. After pausing briefly as if she is considering something, she walks back over to the stove and adds in two more pieces of wood from a basket on the floor near the tiny kitchenette.

Freja looks around the cottage as if making mental notes to herself, going over an internal checklist. Once satisfied, she walks over to the foot of the bed where I lie and stands directly in front of me.

"Can I take coat?" she asks politely.

"Yes, thank you," I reply and remove my coat and hat, setting them in her outstretched arms.

"Take scarf now…boots, too." she insists.

"Um, of course. Thank you." I reply, wanting to be a respectful guest.

I stand up and hand Freja the rest of my outerwear, noticing for the first time how good she smells; like peaches, warm milk and cinnamon.

Yummm.

"Thank you." She replies in a polite, singsongy voice, repositioning to get a better grip on the clothing I've given her.

I sit down on the side of her bed, lounging comfortably. Freja walks over to a wooden coatrack by the door and starts to remove her coat and winter wear, neatly hanging each garment with detailed precision. To my surprise, when she's removed all of her warmer outer clothing she doesn't stop disrobing. She continues peeling off all the layers, neatly folding the rest of her clothing and setting them on a side table, one by one, until only thin thong panties and b*a remain on her fit frame.

I watch this near-stranger with great inquisitiveness, enraptured by every detail of her amazing body, not moving a muscle.

She undoes her tidy, glossy braid and spins around to face me. I feel my breath catch in my throat.

Holy. s**t.

Freja is strikingly beautiful. Pure, unblemished porcelain skin, noble features, delicate shoulders, and a golden mane of pale hair flowing down past her shoulders to brush perfectly formed breasts. She can easily be in a fashion magazine.

My god. I feel my p***y tighten and quiver with desire. I can tell I am already very wet.

"I never been with woman before, Sadie. But I always have want to, my whole life. Especially Jamaican," she adds with a look of bliss, as if my ethnicity makes me an especially delightful treat she is about to nibble on.

This girl is bold. Even bolder than I.

Yes, please.

"It is a little warm in here," I state, starting to remove the thick sweater I have over the rest of my clothing.

I pull it up and over my head and feel her brush up to me, helping me to remove it fully. Still keeping her eyes on me, she sets the sweater down on a nearby table, not bothering to fold it this time.

"You very pretty lady, Sadie. I see you nude?"

Wow. That didn't take long.

"Yes," I reply in a breathy tone. I start to remove my stylish cotton t-shirt when she interrupts me.

"I want do that," Freja declares in an uncharacteristically firm tone. "Here," she says, grabbing my shirt, slipping it up over my head carefully.

Freja continues to remove the rest of my clothing except my yellow b*a, and silky thong panties. She even takes off my socks, playfully batting my hand away when I try to help.

Fine, if you want to undress me, I'm certainly not gonna be picky about the details, I think to myself with a smile.

I sit on the edge of her bed and Freja slips her body between my knees, pressing herself nearer to me. She stood there in silence for a moment, her firm stomach and breasts dangerously close to my face. I am certain she can feel my breath on her skin.

What is she doing?

She stands there unmoving for a few more seconds, then I feel two hands dive into my thick mass of long, dark spiral curls. She lifts two full handfuls of hair off my neck and bends down a bit, drawing my face partially into her upper abdomen and bosom. Her skin is soft and smooth, pure perfection. I feel her chest heave upwards slightly and into my face as if she is inhaling my scent.

"Mmmmmmmmm." She moans, making a drawn out sound. "Your hair smell of roses, Sadie," she says pleasantly.

I feel Freja let go of my hair and bend down more to reach for something. I close my eyes, anticipating her slender fingers unfastening my b*a.

To my surprise, she suddenly straightens her body up and takes a step backwards, away from the bed. I blink my eyes open and look up.

"Here. I give you first hit," Freja offers, holding a swirly blue bong in front of my face.

Right. I realized I'd completely forgotten about the w**d as soon as I saw her in her panties.

"Thank you," I replied, reaching for the glass pipe.

"Nude first. Then smoke," she demands, dangling the pipe directly out of my reach like a carrot on a stick.

This girl's got a set of balls on her, I think, my fondness growing.

When in Rome…or in this case, Sweden.

I reach both arms behind my back and look up at her pretty face. "Is it alright if I do it myself?"

"Yes," she replies, wide-eyed and waiting.

I unfasten my b*a and set it aside, then calmly slide my panties down my legs and onto the floor. Freja follows my lead and gets completely undressed at the same time, leaving her undergarments in the pile I've started with my thongs.

Our eyes meet and I can tell she is as aroused as I am, maybe even more so, if that's even humanly possible. Without saying a word we just stay where we were, staring at each other hungrily, taking each other's nakedness in.

I know it sounds strange, but I'm so aroused by the beautiful creature before me, I feel trapped in my own l**t, frozen. Like my brain is disconnected to my muscles, unable to move anything but my eyes.

Somehow I know the same thing is happening to Freja as well.

A few more moments of silence pass between us, no sound other than the chill strains of the reggae playlist emanating from her computer.

A new song starts, jarring Freja out of her spell. She clears her throat and and blinks her eyelids a few times rapidly as if a bit shaken. She has a peculiar look on her face, like she is trying to process what has just happened between us, too.

I mean, we haven't even kissed yet.

She gives me a curious look and then lights the bowl, taking a hit then passing it to me. We both smoke for a few minutes completely n***d and not uttering a word, being unusually careful not to touch each other's skin when passing the pipe. Almost like we're both scared of the powerful s****l attraction between us.

Pure animal l**t. A kind so oddly electric and raw, I'd yet to experience it with another woman until now.

I have a feeling this is about to be some of the hottest s*x of my life.

We finish smoking and Freja is the first to break the silence.

"I kiss you, Sadie? I really want kiss you."

"Yes," I reply softly as I recall one of the very first conversations my husband Guy and I'd had when we first started dating in high school. He and I had made it a rule from the very beginning to always discuss things openly in a supportive, caring manner.

"You mean you don't care if I sleep with another woman? I asked in a disbelieving tone, still believing my unorthodox relationship with Guy was too good to be true.

"I mean - like sleeping with any woman, not another one…" I stopped mid sentence, frustrated by my inability to succinctly communicate my point to him. "Do you know what I mean?" I finally asked, looking into his eyes tentatively with a nervous expression.

"I get what you're saying," Guy said, a perplexed smile on his handsome face. "You're asking: Do I care if you sleep with a woman AND me? Why would I care?" He inquired patiently, waiting for my response.

"No, I mean, sleep with a woman…even if you're not there. Like, not even in the room with us. If it's just a woman and me," I asked carefully, emphasizing my words.

"I understand you, Sadie," Guy replied reassuringly, squeezing my hand gently. "I want to support you 100% and I trust you. I have no problem with you sleeping with a girl you like, even if I'm not there," he said softly. "Of course, it'd be more fun if I was there, but I mean, if the situation presents itself..." his voice trailed off.

"Do you mean it?" I asked tentatively, my heart overflowing with love for my soulmate and best friend sitting before me.

"Will all of my heart," Guy stated, his beautiful green eyes alive with sincerity, as he leaned over to kiss me.

He wrapped me in his arms, and our lips met with growing passion. I melted into his embrace, relieved. As our tongues explored each other I grew hungry for more than just conversation.

Just as I was ready to reach down for the growing hardness in his pants, he interrupted our heated kiss:

"If a hot n***d girl is standing in front of you, promise me you'll never pass up that opportunity!"

Guy laughed mischievously, adding, "and be sure not to forget about me for too long…" he teased, a grin spreading across his features.

"Don't worry, Bruh. I got you!" I joked, leaning in to resume our kiss. I smiled a devilish grin. Guy had no idea what other secret desires I had. Our relationship was too young at that point, I couldn't tell him just yet. But he would find out one day. I didn't want to be the only one f*****g women. I wanted us to be f*****g them. I wanted to watch as he railed into their pussies...then I wanted him to f**k me. Hard. Harder than he's ever f****d before. I wanted to taste them on his c**k, imagine their juices mixing with my own as we f****d late into the night. This would be our secret world full of nothing but unbridled, sensual, taboo pleasures. Guy was in for a long life full of sexy surprises...

I snapped out of my more-than-a-decade-old memory to look at the unbelievably gorgeous Swedish woman in front of me.

…if a hot n***d girl is standing in front of you, promise me you'll never pass up that opportunity!

I won't disappoint you, Guy. I promise.