Far From the Fjords
Copyright© 2025 by brabo1978
Chapter 11
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 11 - An exchange student from Norway spends a year in Baltimore. Her host family lives in a mostly black neighborhood. This story will take more time to get to the sexy parts than my usual writings. Codes will be added as the story progresses.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Interracial Black Male White Female Masturbation Oral Sex Petting AI Generated
The fading light was casting long shadows between the rowhouses. Freja had spent an hour after school with her friends at Fauntleroy Park again. Now she was returning home, sooner than she’d liked, hoping to avoid any comments from Deb about staying out late and the dangers of the neighborhood. Passing the now familiar houses and vacant lots, her mind was replaying small moments from the park, laughing and joking with the others, Darius’ arms and kisses. Moments that would contribute to undoubtedly fond memories of her time in the US.
“Freja!” a voice called out.
Freja turned to see Jason walking towards her. For a moment, she froze, caught off guard—not expecting him here.
“Oh, hi, Jason. What are you doing here?”
“Hey, so ... I see you’ve been keeping busy, huh?” he said casually, ignoring her question.
Freja offered a small, cautious smile. “I ... yeah. Just hanging out with friends.”
“Friends, huh? I heard about that hallway scene, sounded real friendly...”
His smirk didn’t reach his eyes, and for the first time, Freja felt a chill creep down her spine. She took a step back, her smile fading.
“It was ... just a moment. Nothing serious.”
“Nothing serious?” Jason’s voice rose slightly, incredulous. “You made me think I was going too far because you were some sort of innocent little girl and now you expect me to believe that when you basically fuck a guy—one of those—in the middle of the school, it’s nothing serious?”
Freja swallowed hard, her throat dry. “Jason ... that’s not what happened. Please, just...”
He waved a hand dismissively, stepping closer, closing the space between them. “Don’t ‘please’ me. Don’t act like I’m imagining things. I think you should learn to stick with your own kind, to know your place.”
Freja’s stomach twisted. She opened her mouth, searching for words, but none came. His eyes were fixed on her, sharp and cold, like he was measuring her every move. He reached for the strap of her bag, yanking it just enough to make her stumble sideways. The sudden motion sent a jolt of fear through her chest. “Jason—stop!” she cried, trying to step away.
Another push shoved her against a garbage bin in an alley. Her pulse was racing and she desperately tried to find a way out, a way to make him see that what he was doing is wrong.
“Jason, please, you’re scaring me.”
His grin was cold. “Cut the act. The way you’re acting like a slut around those guys, this is exactly what you need. You might even like it,” he snorted.
Pushing her once again, Freja now found herself with her back to a wall with Jason’s body almost touching hers, his face mere inches from hers. Freja tried to push him off her, hoping against hope she could create a large enough gap between them to allow her an escape. But Jason easily fended her off and gripped her arms, holding them above her head with one hand over her wrists. Freja struggled, panic rising, and screamed.
“Ikke rør meg! La meg være i fred!”
It only resulted in a slap across her face.
“Don’t make this harder on yourself,” he growled.
His free hand roamed over her body, groping her breasts, her hips, between her legs, as if he owned her. With a swift, violent motion, he grabbed the collar of Freja’s shirt and ripped it apart, buttons popping off and scattering across the alley. Freja’s eyes widened in shock and fear as her shirt hung open, exposing her bra and her stomach. Her body trembled, she tried to plead with him again, but no words came out, only a sob escaped her lips. Pawing at her chest, he roughly pulled up her bra, exposing her breasts to the cold air.
“Fuck, look at these tits,” Jason hissed, his breath coming in short gasps, betraying his arousal.
Tears rolled over Freja’s cheeks as his hand continued its assault, squeezing and groping her flesh, pinching her nipples painfully. That only occupied him briefly before he moved on. Once again his hand landed between her legs, rubbing forcefully over her jeans.
“I bet you’re already wet for me, aren’t you? You fucking little whore,” sneered, his hand now fumbling with the button of her jeans.
And then, when Freja had given up all hope, a voice came from the street. “Hey! Get off her!”
Both Freja and Jason turned towards the sound and saw three figures approaching. Relief washed over Freja as Jamal, Tyrell and Jordan tore Jason off her, spinning him around and pinning him against the wall.
“Who the fuck are you! This doesn’t concern you!” Jason snarled, struggling against the boys holding him.
“No one messes with one of ours,” Tyrell growled.
“One of yours?” and then, addressing Freja again, “even more of your Johns, huh?”
He had barely finished the mocking question when Jamal’s fist slammed into his jaw and Tyrell drove a punch into his stomach. Jason doubled over, gasping, but the boys didn’t relent. Blow after blow landed, forcing him to the ground, curled tight in a fetal position.
“Guys ... stop! Please!” Freja found herself pleading again, heart pounding, voice trembling. But this time her plea was for the very person she’d been afraid of just moments ago.
Jamal turned around and Freja saw the anger in his face as he took in her vulnerable state, partly naked, and distressed expression. She ran up to him, the tears still streaming down her cheeks, and threw her arms around his neck.
Without a word, he pulled her into a firm, protective hug. She sagged against him, trembling, letting herself lean on someone who clearly had her back.
“You’re okay,” he murmured, his voice calm but steady. “You’re safe now.”
Tyrell and Jordan stood over Jason, who was still groaning on the ground. “Get the hell out of here,” Tyrell said, his tone sharp and commanding. “And don’t even think about harassing her again. Ever.”
Jason glared at them, wiping at his face, but he was defeated, too dazed and beaten to argue. Slowly, he scrambled to his feet, muttering under his breath, and stumbled backward out of the alley before finally turning and running off into the dimming light.
Freja sank fully against Jamal’s chest, letting herself breathe again. Her hands gripped his shoulders as a mixture of relief and lingering terror washed over her. “Thank you,” she whispered, barely audible.
“You don’t have to thank us,” Jamal said gently. “We’ve got you. Always.”
Wrapped in his arms, holding onto him for dear life, she felt a sense of safety returning. Her shaking subsided gradually as she clung to him. She knew there would come a time when she’d have to face the consequences of Jason’s assault, she’d have to return to the Hayes’ home at some point. But she didn’t want to think about that. Right here, right now, with them, she was safe and she wasn’t ready to give up that safety, not yet. When Jamal angled his body slightly away from her, as if he was preparing to let her go from his embrace, she immediately clutched tighter to him.
“No, please? Don’t let go,” she pleaded, her voice muffled against his chest. He hesitated, then relented, tightening his arms around her again. But Freja soon sensed something had changed.
“Are ... are you getting...?” she whispered, not knowing how to finish her question.
“I’m sorry. This is so messed up,” Jamal apologized, trying to pull away again.
Freja would have none of it. “Don’t worry about it, it’s okay. You’re nothing like him.”
To emphasize her point, she lowered her arms from his shoulders to his waist, pressing herself even closer to him. His hardness was now obvious to Freja, but somehow it felt comforting to her. Despite everything that had just happened, it sent a strange thrill through her. One hand snaked between them, finding his erection, squeezing gently.
“Freja ... This isn’t ... I don’t...” Jamal tried to stop her again, but she ignored his protests. If anything, the way he wanted to respect her only made her want him more. She gripped him harder, her fingers tracing the outline of his length through his sweatpants. Jamal’s breath hitched and she could feel his heart pounding in his chest. His large size only emphasized the strength, the power he had demonstrated by saving her. It wasn’t a power like Jason had before, but one that made her feel powerful as well.
“I just want to thank you properly,” she whispered.
“Freja, wait ... You don’t have to...,” Jamal tried to argue again, his hand on her hand, stopping her motion, but not removing it. Stepping back to look into his eyes, Freja saw uncertainty and concern. But also a quick glance downward, to where her shirt still hung open, exposing her breasts. Desire.
“I want to,” she said softly.
Jamal hesitated for a moment longer, then Freja felt his hand release its grip over hers. She gave him one more squeeze, then slipped her hand inside his sweatpants, fishing out his large, hard cock. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, exploring its length and girth. She could feel the heat radiating from him, and the way it throbbed in her grip. It felt ... right.
She didn’t even care that Tyrell and Jordan were watching her. She didn’t care that they could see her breasts, that they watched as she had their friend’s cock in her hand, that they were probably hard as well seeing her like this. She was lost in the moment. She needed to take control. She needed to submit to their power, to feel alive.
Never letting go of his cock, Freja sank to her knees in front of him. At first, she just watched her hand slowly stroke up and down his 8 inches from close by. The slit in his bulbous head was pointed straight at her, barely visible in the evening light. His size was remarkably similar to Darius’ cock, a thought that didn’t stop her. Instead, it reinforced her current feelings about Jamal, his powerful masculinity, his raw strength, all qualities that she associated with Darius, and Malik, as well.