Far From the Fjords
Copyright© 2025 by brabo1978
Chapter 4
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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 Petting AI Generated
The next day, Freja decided not to have lunch in the school cafeteria. The first two days she had lunch with Jason and Matt, but after last night she wanted to avoid Jason as much as possible. At least for now. Even though she didn’t have that much homework to work on, she settled in the back corner of the library. It was the same table where she had been working and talking with Darius before. That was probably her most pleasant experience in the USA so far.
She was pulled from her daydreaming by a girl sliding in the seat opposite hers. Her hair was styled in several neat braids, bound together at the back in a single tail that swung lightly as she moved. High cheekbones framed her deep, rich complexion. There was an effortless confidence in her posture and a quiet magnetism that made her hard to ignore.
“You’re Freja, right? The Norwegian?” the girl said, her tone curious, but her full lips curved in a friendly smile.
Freja blinked, caught off guard. “Yes ... that’s me,” she replied cautiously, unsure what to expect.
“I’m Tasha. You’re in my math class,” the girl said. “I see you’re hiding from the cafeteria chaos like I do. Mind if I join you?”
Freja hesitated only a moment before nodding. “Sure ... I don’t mind.”
Tasha plopped her tray down with a soft clatter, a little grin tugging at her lips. “Cool. Much better than the cafeteria—it’s like a zoo in there.”
Freja laughed softly. “Yeah ... it’s a bit much sometimes.”
“So, Norway, huh?” Tasha said, leaning forward slightly. “What’s it like? Cold all the time? Snow everywhere?”
Freja shook her head, smiling. “Not all the time. Sandnes is by the coast, so it’s not as freezing as people think. But we do get snow, and lots of rain.”
Tasha frowned. “I don’t know if I could handle that much cold and rain. I’d probably just stay inside all the time.”
Freja laughed softly. “I guess it’s different if you’re born there. But sometimes I just want to stay indoors too, next to the fireplace.”
Tasha nodded, her frown softening into a small smile. “Yeah ... I’d probably be inside doing something productive—like reading or getting ahead on homework.”
Freja’s eyes brightened slightly. “Oh, you like reading too?”
“Yeah,” Tasha said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Mostly history and literature. Math is fun too, in its own way—kind of like a puzzle you have to solve.”
Freja smiled, feeling a little more at ease. “I like that too. Back home, I spent a lot of time reading and drawing ... and sometimes trying not to get bored in math class.”
Tasha laughed softly. “See, we’re not so different. Except I probably spend way too much time on homework.”
Freja shrugged, smiling. “Maybe. But that’s how you learn.”
The conversation settled into a comfortable rhythm, drifting between schoolwork, favorite books, and small jokes. Freja found herself laughing easily, her initial wariness melting away. When the bell rang to indicate the end of lunchtime, she realized she had probably found a genuine friend in Tasha.
Freja sat near the back of the crowded bus, her backpack resting on her lap. She watched the streets blur past, lost in thought, her mind replaying the day’s events at school. When the bus screeched to a halt at her stop, she grabbed her things and stepped off, instinctively pulling her jacket tighter around her.
Almost immediately, a male voice called out behind her. “Hey! Miss!”
Freja froze, her stomach tightening. Again? Another assault? She started walking faster, her shoes clacking against the cracked sidewalk, hoping—against her better judgment—that she might reach home before anything happened.
“Hey, miss! Stop!” the voice called again.
Ignoring the voice, Freja began to regret choosing Baltimore for this exchange program. Why hadn’t she stayed in Norway, where personal safety had never been a concern? She quickened her pace further, her ears catching the sound of rapid footsteps closing in.
She glanced over her shoulder, heart racing. A young Black man came into view, jogging to catch up. He reached her and held out a small card. “You left this on the bus,” he said, holding her bus pass between his fingers.
Freja blinked, relief washing over her in a rush. “Oh ... thank you,” she said, taking it with a shaky laugh.
“No problem,” he said with a friendly nod before walking off in the other direction, leaving her standing there, her heartbeat slowly returning to normal. She felt chastened.
Shaking her head lightly as she realized she had let her fears run away with her. She had assumed the worst, convinced that every unfamiliar voice carried danger. Maybe she had been too quick to judge, too eager to see threats where there were none. The neighborhood, for all its rough edges and warnings, wasn’t all danger. There were people who were just ... ordinary, decent, even helpful. It didn’t erase her caution—she knew better than to be careless—but it offered a small, quiet reassurance. Not every step she took in Sandtown-Winchester would end in harm.
Saturday afternoon, Freja smoothed the hem of her top and checked her reflection in the Hayes’ hallway mirror one last time. Ever since Darius had asked her if she wanted to come hang out on Saturday, she’d been equal parts excited and nervous. When she was happy about her appearance, she said goodbye to Chuck.
“Hey Chuck, I’m going to see a friend. I’ll be back for dinner.”
Without turning his gaze away from the game on TV, he told her, “That’s okay, Freja. Be careful, okay?”
Freja gave him a small smile and stepped outside, the summer sun bright on her skin. She made her way down the block toward Pauline Fauntleroy Park, where they’d agreed to meet. It did feel a little strange that he didn’t pick her up for their date, but that was probably just a cultural difference. Arriving at the park, she saw several groups of teens and a few families. As she had come to expect by now, there were hardly any white faces among them. Freja scanned the park, her pulse quickening.
A voice rose above the hum of chatter and laughter. “Freja! Over here!”
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