*Let me know if you like it, i might write another chapter with one of the other girls she meets at school, let me know which one you would want to read about.*
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Knock Knock.
Claire stood in front of a plain brown door, in a sleepy residential neighborhood, trying to contain her nerves about what she was doing.
Claire was a college freshman from California. She had signed up to do a semester abroad in Oslo, Norway as a way to travel, see the world, and be adventurous. The art school in Oslo was supposed to be providing her with a place to stay, but due to a mixup, they wouldn’t have accommodation for her until at least a week after she arrived. Claire had spent most of her savings from waitressing on the plane tickets, and didn’t want to risk her financial situation further by booking a hotel for the week, so she had done the next best thing.
She had posted on reddit on various subreddits for Oslo, expats, and travellers, asking for a cheap suggestion. Someone had PM’d her, a British guy doing his master’s in Oslo, and offered her a place to crash for the week. She was hesitant, as it went against everything her mother had taught her about stranger danger, but decided to carpe diem and just trust in human goodness. So here she was, knocking on a complete stranger’s door on a chilly winter evening, in a completely foreign country.
Knock Knock.
Matt opened the door, squinting at the change in light. He hadn’t really been sure about inviting this internet stranger to stay with him. For all he knew she could be a weird serial killer or something, maybe not even a girl.There was an awkward moment of silence as they looked each other up and down, sizing each other up. Matt kept squinting. She was quite tall for a girl, almost as tall as him. Her face was pretty, fairly pale with a couple freckles, her cheeks were pink with cold. The rest of her was hidden beneath a lumpy jacket, dirty jeans, chunky boots, and a large backpack.
Claire stared back at the pretty average looking Matt. Nothing about him seemed to scream “Rapist” or “Weirdo”. He was wearing black jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt, seemed to have a bit of muscle, and a bit of belly. His stubbly face squinted at her in the bright winter daylight.
“So you’re RagnaRock?” she asked, “Yeah, my real name’s Matt”. He stepped inside and opened the door wider, “Come in”. She walked in and pulled the backpack off and onto the floor as he shut the door behind her. “I’m Claire”, she replied. He stuck out his hand to shake as she opened her arms for a hug. They stood there frozen in awkwardness for a split second before she grabbed his hand and laughed nervously. “Sorry, I barely know you, that was weird” she apologized.
“Well, “ he waved his hands around demonstratively, “This is the living room”. It was small in a cozy way, with wooden floors, low ceilings, a tv, and a lumpy grey couch with some cotton blankets on it. “That’s your bed.”, he pointed to the couch, “Is there anything you need right away?”. “Yeah, I’m freezing and stinky from travelling. I’d love a shower.” she said, looking around the room. He pointed down the hall, “Well, the shower is through here, but the hot water only works in the morning, I can turn the heating up so you warm up quick afterwards though”. “Thanks”, she pulled some clothes out of the bag and followed him to the small bathroom. She closed the door behind her and started stripping, goosebumps rising as she pulled her clothes off. “Oh Claire!”, he called, knocking on the door, “I’ve got a towel here for you”. In her haste she’d forgotten to ask for one. She opened the door a little and stuck her hand through. Matt tried not to peek but found himself staring at the dark brown nipple he could see through the crack, before she quickly shut the door again.
Matt sat on the couch, trying to think of all the things he needed do to be a good host. Trying to decide whether he was giving off a creepy vibe or not. The girl must be nervous about this whole situation, no need to make it worse. After about ten minutes of doubting himself, Claire came back into the living room. As she stuffed her dirty clothes into her bag, Matt caught himself staring again. It was the first time he was seeing her without the baggy, lumpy travelling clothes she arrived in. She wasn’t skinny, but she had a sleek, sporty physique. Her tight black leggings stuck to her thick thighs, hard to look away from as she bent down over the backpack. She was wearing a thin, light blue sweater, and as she turned around, Matt saw she clearly didn’t have anything on beneath that. Besides the way her nipples stuck out sharply, her breasts swayed visibly under the sweater as she walked over and sat on the couch with him.
His eyes snapped up to her face as he admonished himself internally again. “So …” he said, trying to think of something to say, “How do you like Norway so far?”. “Well i’ve only been here for less than a day, but it’s pretty.”, she replied. “A lot colder than home though”. “Oh, you’re cold?” he asked. “What a stupid thing to say”, he thought to himself. She laughed back, “Haha, of course I’m cold!”. “I’m from California, It’s winter here, and looks like Santa Claus lives out here somewhere.”. She stuck out her arm, “Look at me! I’m covered in goosebumps, plus I’m sure my nipples are about to poke holes through this sweater.” she looked down at her chest. “Oh — “, he found himself sneaking another look at them, “I was trying not to look”. Claire laughed again, “Well they’re there I guess, and they’re just nipples. Don’t feel weird”. She really seemed to have a lot of confidence, Matt wasn’t sure how to react. “Uh, you don’t mind me looking?”, he asked hesitantly. “Ew, come on man,” she responded, blushing lightly “Don’t be weird. Look, don’t stare.”. “Sorry, that was weird”, he responded hastily.
Claire wasn’t feeling that uncomfortable. He seemed to be a nervous or shy type, he was probably a nice guy. “So what is there to do around here anyways?”, “Not that much, especially in the winter. It can get a bit dull”. She bit her lip, “Well I guess the dildo collection I brought with me will come in handy”. He blushed a bit. Matt wasn’t sure what to say. He wasn’t even sure whether she was joking or not. “Hehe,” he laughed uncomfortably, “You really aren’t shy, are you”.
“Shy girls don’t tend to travel alone, or meet up with internet strangers”. She lifted her feet on the couch, bringing her knees up to her chest, and hugging them. “Come on, if it’s that boring I’m sure you’re whacking out a few on the regular.”, she said, looking at him teasingly, “Or do you have sexy viking babes over all the time?”. Matt’s cheeks reddened further. “No –, I mean, I guess my sex life has slowed down a little recently”. “So…” Claire spread her legs a little and mimed a wanking motion in front of her crotch. Matt quickly tore his eyes away from the cameltoe forming in her leggings. “Yeah, no viking babes”, he interjected. Claire laughed, “Ah man, that’s rough. The girls in this country are all nines minimum! On the way over here I saw so many tall chicks with bubble butts, blowjob lips, and ‘fuck me’ titties!”. She squeezed her own tits as she said the last part.
Matt had never heard a girl describe other girls that way. He smiled nervously. “Hey, I have an idea”, she said with a mischievous grin. “A little something to pay you back for letting me crash here.” He wasn’t sure what she was suggesting, but based on where this conversation was going, it was probably not something as conventional as groceries or a nice lunch.
“I’ve got to go to a bunch of orientation stuff at the university this week. I’ll find a hot undergrad viking or two and bring them back here for you to fuck. It’s the least I can do.” Definitely unexpected. Matt tried to gather his thoughts quickly enough to keep his jaw from dropping. “Erm, I mean, don’t kidnap anyone…”. She rolled her eyes and giggled. “You’re funny Matt.”. She stifled a yawn, raising her arms, and with them her tits raised under her sweater, only to bounce back down with a satisfying jiggle. “It’s my bedtime Matt, see you tomorrow”.
He tore his eyes away from her chest. “Ok, here’s two blankets, let me know if you’re still cold. The temperature dial is on the wall over there next to the lights, and you can drink the tap water. See you in the morning.” He walked over to his room and closed the door, mind spinning with the evening’s confusing events.
—- Day 2 —-
Matt woke up to the familiar buzz of his alarm. He put on a t-shirt off the floor and opened the door to the living room cautiously. Claire was still asleep on the couch, wrapped in blankets with a single bare leg sticking out. He stood there for a moment, looking at her thigh and wondering how much she was wearing, before trudging into the kitchen to put on some coffee. While the coffee was being made, he watered the kitchen plants, sliced some bread, and was pouring cereal when he heard steps behind him.
“Good morning Matt”. He turned, she was wearing a baggy white t-shirt that was just barely long enough to cover her crotch. He held out the bowl, “Cereal?”. The shirt seemed a little see-through, he felt like he could see the dark shapes of her rather large areola. He could definitely see the shape of her boobs better, they were really quite pointy. She clicked her tongue at him “Come on man, what did I tell you about staring?”. She put an arm across her chest and walked over to the coffee pot, laughing. As she walked past him, he could definitely see the outline of her panties.
“Thanks for making breakfast man, let me help you clean up and then I’ve got to run to campus for this orientation crap.”
–Later–
Orientation had gone pretty well. Claire had met a couple other exchange students in the same program as her. They were all in a cafe, for a scheduled afternoon social event meant for them to “mingle” or whatever. So far she had met Grace, a black girl from Manhattan who seemed a bit too “refined” and posh for Claire, they hadn’t gotten past a bit of small talk before she found an excuse to talk to someone else. Jacques was a well tanned, goofy, outdoorsy kinda guy from the south of France. Masha was a quiet, bookish girl from Moscow, she’d barely talked to anyone.
Claire was currently sitting at a table with the two most bearable people she’d met so far; Julia, a tall, loud Swedish girl, and Mia, a shorter chubby German girl. Both of them seemed to have a quick, light-hearted sense of humor, and the three of them had been laughing together for a while.
“Yeah our residence applications got messed up too!” exclaimed Julia, “It was a big thing, Mia and I are both staying in the same hostel.” Where are you staying?” Mia asked, looking at Claire. “Uhh, well..”, Claire bit her lip, unsure what to say. “The hostels were all full by the time I realized, and I didn’t have that much money…” these girls seemed fun enough, they’d probably get it. “I met a guy on the internet, I’m staying at his place”. Her eyes flicked from Mia to Julia, looking for a reaction. After a moment of silence, Mia burst out laughing “Seriously? Wow, you’re amazing”. Julia looked Claire in the eye “Are you… Is it for…” she made a circle with two fingers and slowly fucked it with one of the long fingers on her other hand. Mia laughed harder. Claire giggled, “No, not at all, it could have been horrible but he seems like a decent guy. A bit shy, but nice.”
“Wow, you’re a brave girl” Julia said approvingly. Claire mustered up some courage and blurted out “But.. I did offer to find him a hot student to fuck”. Mia burst into laughter again, wiping a tear from her eye. Julia smiled. “I felt bad for him, he seemed lonely. I thought it would be a bad idea to fuck him myself, since I’m staying with him. I have no clue where I’ll find a hot girl crazy enough to fuck a stranger for me though.” Mia chuckled again and looked at Julia knowingly. Julia furrowed her eyebrows, trying to understand what Mia was implying.
“Oh you mean-” Julia’s face lit up with understanding, she turned to Claire excitedly. “We know this girl, a friend of mine from Sweden, she came with me, she’s staying at the hostel, Linnea is her name. She’s a bit of a…” she trailed off, trying to think of the english word. Mia interjected, “Slut!”, slapping her hand on the table. Claire looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to their conversation, but the rest of the cafe was busy with lively conversations of their own. “Yes, yes, slut”, agreed Julia “She loves fucking strange men. I’d call her a whore, but she does it for free”. Mia nodded and said “Yes, she has been fucking all the tourists in the hostel. She even says she gave a blowjob to the manager.” Julia interjected — “No Mia, I know she did, I saw the cum in her hair”. Mia shook her head, “That could have been anyone’s leftovers”. Julia laughed, “Ok Claire, I’ll tell her the plan and then text you her number, I’m sure she’ll love it.”
— Later —
As Claire fumbled at the door with the key he had given her, Matt opened the door. “Sorry about that, the lock can be tricky, come on in”. He watched as she pulled off her coat and threw it on the couch. She was wearing tight fitting blue jeans today, and green sweater quite similar to last night’s. She still wasn’t wearing a bra, nipples threatening to pierce the wool. Matt was starting to believe she didn’t own any. She sat down on the couch cross-legged, beaming ear to ear. “So Matt, good news!” he looked up from her chest. “I found a viking babe for you to fuck! She’s Swedish… Swedes are vikings too right?” Matt’s eyes widened. “Is she a hooker?” Claire rolled her eyes, “No, I wouldn’t do that to you, she’s a genuine horny exchange student. Her name is Linnea, she’ll be here in half an hour. Put a clean shirt on!” Matt gasped, and quickly walked into his room to grab a clean shirt, and then to the bathroom to attend to some much needed manscaping.
Claire walked to the kitchen and made herself some toast with Nutella to celebrate how smoothly things were going for her. On the way back to the living room she heard a rhythmic squeaking as she passed the bathroom door. “Hey Matt, are you jerking off in there?”.
“Uhh…”, came the muffled reply, “Maybe…”. “Don’t you think it’s kinda awkward that you’re bringing it up?”. She stifled a laugh, “Sorry man, but good thinking, you don’t wanna blow quick on this viking babe Linnea. Only thing is, she just texted me, she’s really close by. She’ll be here in five, so you probably wanna finish up quick.” She paused to listen, “Are you still jerking it while I’m talking?”.
“Uhh..” Said Matt’s muffled voice through the door. “Don’t worry man, i’ll help you finish quick.” Claire opened the door to Matt’s shocked face, sitting on the toilet, working his lotioned hard-on. His eyebrows raised, and jaw dropped as she raised the front of her t-shirt above her face, flashing her tits at him. Matt stared, It was one thing to see her breasts through a t-shirt, a whole other thing unobstructed. They weren’t huge, but definitely a good handful’s worth each. They were gently sloped, almost curving upwards at the nipple, very pointy, with large, round, brown areola.
“This is the only time I’m letting you stare, Matt”. Her voice did it. He turned around quickly to aim his ejaculation at the toilet, but a single drop escaped early and flew across the room, splattering on her left breast. “Ew man, this didn’t need to happen!” Claire wiped it off with her hand as they heard a knock at the door. “Hurry, Linnea’s outside, go to your room and look good, I’ll send her through.”
Claire scuffled over to answer the knock at the door. As the door opened, she began to smile. Linnea was the viking princess she’d wanted for Matt. She was tall, taller than him probably, her blonde hair fell down below her tits, her blue eyes were excited, she had a sharp, confident jaw, and pouty red lips just begging to be wrapped around a cock. Claire let her in, closing the door. Linnea took off the long beige coat she was wearing and passed it to her. She didn’t seem to be wearing anything other than bright red Converse low-tops, and a red cotton leotard-style bodysuit. She was thin, with long supple white legs, muscled thighs, and skinny ankles. Her stomach was flat and her breasts large for her frame. Claire pointed at the door to his room, Linnea winked and strode over to it. As she passed, Claire noticed that the bodysuit was cut like a thong, riding up between her tight butt cheeks.
Matt sat on the edge of his bed, contemplating the surrealness of this whole situation. The door swung open and Linnea stood in the doorway in her matching red chucks, bodysuit and lipstick. All of a sudden he felt underprepared, in his old t-shirt and baggy sweatpants. “Jag är kåt, är du redo?” She asked, smiling. Matt barely spoke Norwegian, and defnitely didn’t speak Swedish. He only new how to count to 10 and swear a bit. “Uh– I don’t speak Swedish”, he stammered, eyes running up and down her body.
In the other room Claire giggled, listening in. Linnea spoke decent english, but Claire had asked her to pretend not to. They both agreed that Matt would probably find the experience sexier.
Linnea looked at Matt, and made a fucking gesture with her fingers, “Knulla?” she asked softly, blowing a kiss. Matt knew that word, it meant fuck. He also understood the gesture. He had thought Claire was going to find him a date or something, but this was the most surprisingly literal interpretation of her offer. A tall, smoking hot, foreign girl, probably 19 or 20, showing up at his house asking to fuck. Nobody would ever believe him that this happened. He nodded, “Knulla”, he affirmed cautiously. “klä av dig själv” she gestured at his pants and shirt. He assumed she wanted him to take them off. As he pulled the t-shirt off, she kneeled on the carpet in front of him, and started tugging at his waistband, pulling down the sweatpants and boxers. She held her face awkwardly close to his raising erection for a second, staring judgingly, before smiling and holding a thumbs up. “Det är en bra, jag vill ha det”. Matt wasn’t sure what she was saying, but it couldn’t be bad, could it? He nodded.
She kissed the tip, leaving a lipstick stain, and accelerating the erection process significantly. She put her hands on his thighs, spreading his legs a bit, her long fingers softly digging into his skin. Her tongue swirled around the cock, as she slowly started pumping her head up and down, keeping eye contact with him. With each pump, her breasts bounced the tiniest bit, landing with a jiggle. She continued, slowly bringing her lips lower and lower on his shaft with each pump, until the entire length was in her mouth (and likely at least partially in her throat). She held it there, squeezing his thighs tighter as they stared into each other’s eyes for a second, before she pulled her head off of the cock, gasping for air and smiling. Her sparkling blue eyes stayed locked on his as she slipped the straps of the bodysuit off of her shoulders, and peeled it down to reveal her stunning breasts. They were very round, larger than Claire’s, with small, light nipples.
She stood up and pushed him back to lay on the bed, and laid beside him. They wrapped their arms around each other as she leaned in and kissed his lips, pushing her tongue into his mouth. As they rolled around on the bed in passion, Matt slipped his hand under the bodysuit she was barely wearing, past her navel, down towards her crotch. She smiled at him. He felt that she wasn’t even wearing panties, and was totally bare and shaven. His fingers explored the contours of her labia for a minute, trying to imagine what they looked like, before he parted them with rubbing motions. Linnea closed her eyes and moaned a little. As he rubbed faster her hips began to gyrate, cheeks reddening, squeezing his arms tighter, moaning loader. After just a couple minutes, she locked eyes with him again, and squeezed his arm as she threw her head back and let out a high-pitched scream of pleasure.
In the other room,Claire sat on the floor, near the door to the bedroom. Linnea had left the door open wide enough for her to get a full view. There was only a soft lamp on in the bedroom, and no light in the living room, creating a shadow for her to sit in where it was definitely too dark for them to see her, even if they weren’t distracted by fucking each other. Matt had probably thought Claire was joking earlier when she mentioned a dildo collection, but in fact she had brought her 5 favorite sex toys on the trip with her. One of which she was holding now. A small, sleek, black, pocket-sized, silicon penis, with bumps and ridges meant to make a woman feel all sorts of ways.
Hiding in the shadows, she unzipped her jeans, and shimmied them down just below her butt. She pulled her panties to the side and slowly started poking at her pussy with the dildo, while staring at the spectacle in the bedroom. Linnea was laying on her back, legs spread wide apart. She grabbed Matt’s cock, and pulled it towards her dripping pussy. As he started rubbing into the wetness, she lifted her legs up and perched them on his shoulders. Claire slipped the dildo in at the same time as Matt entered Linnea. He braced her legs with his arms and started thrusting as she let out soft gasps of pleasure. Claire brought her other hand down and started drawing circles around her clit with a finger, as she pumped the dildo in and out. As Matt thrust harder, Linneas large breasts bounced uncontrollably, and her soft gasps were met by his low grunts. Claire watched as his body suddenly became rigid. He pulled out his cock as it began to spray thick strings of cum onto Linnea’s tits and face. He collapsed and lay on the bed beside her. Linnea giggled, wiping a strand off of her nose with a finger and licking it, smiling. That was enough to put Claire over the edge as well, she quivered, holding a hand over her mouth to suppress the moans that came with the orgasm that washed over her body.
She scurried over to the couch, hoping that they wouldn’t notice her now that they were less preoccupied. As she changed into her pyjama shirt, she could hear what sounded like round two starting up in the other room. She lay down, trying to sleep with a smile on her face.
— Day Three —
Claire awoke to the smell of coffee. She sat up groggily, wiping the sleep out of her eyes. She stumbled into the kitchen to see Matt shirtless, scrambling eggs. “Morning man”, he turned around, eyes glancing over her chest before settling on her eyes, “Oh hey there, want some eggs?” he asked with a smile. “Looking pretty happy with yourself, I take it the night went well?”, Claire asked teasingly. “Don’t know how you found her… that was some 10/10 viking sex” he laughed, “Maybe I should keep you around as my wingman for a while.” he held out a cup of coffee to her.
“Good morning!”. They both turned around to see Linnea standing in the door, completely naked. Her makeup was smeared around her face, and her hair tousled and messy, but still undeniably hot, in an ‘I just had sex all night’ kinda way. To top it off, she had several hickies on her inner thighs, tits and neck. “Sorry, “, she said in a thick swedish accent, “My clothes from last night have too much sweat and cum on them, can I borrow something?”.
“You – you speak english?” Matt asked, mouth wide. “Yes, Claire asked me to pretend not to, she said it would be sexy.” Matt closed his mouth and nodded. “Just take anything from my closet.” he said. “Thanks”, she replied, “And i’m sorry if sex was too crazy, I took these pills.. I was pretty high” she giggled. Matt shook his head, “No.. no.. it was good”, he replied. She turned and walked away to find clothes.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7ovk20/claires_semester_abroad_in_norway_fm_criticism