Far From the Fjords
Copyright© 2025 by brabo1978
Chapter 5
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
Monday afternoon, Malik was waiting for her just outside the school gates, leaning casually against the fence with that easy grin of his. Seeing him made her heart jump, but also stirred a flicker of doubt. Was it right of her to go on a date with him when only two days earlier she had hoped to go on a date with Darius? Darius, who could melt her every time he smiled at her. Darius, whose every touch she had longed for during their library meeting and still longed for if she was honest with herself.
Then again, maybe she had imagined the whole possibility of there being something real between them. On Saturday, she had been sure he’d invited her on a date, only to discover he meant hanging out with his friends. And once they were there, Darius hadn’t given her much attention at all. Friendly, yes, but no different from the way he was with anyone else. She did have fun on Saturday, but that was mostly thanks to Tasha and Malik. And Malik had been straightforward, he had asked her out on a date, with so many words. No guessing, no wondering required. Seeing him smile at her, it was clear that he was truly happy to see her. Freja didn’t want to disappoint him. She would give him a chance.
Freja walked up to him, trying to keep her steps casual. “Hey,” she said, her voice light. Malik’s grin widened. “Hey, beautiful. You ready for our date? No last minute meeting of the Norwegian Society for the Study of Frostbite or anything like that?”
Freja laughed softly, shaking her head. “No Society meeting today. You’ve got me all to yourself.”
“Oh, is that so?” he said, grinning as he fell into step beside her. “Better make the most of it, then. I don’t usually get VIP time like this.”
“VIP?” Freja teased. “You make it sound like I’m famous or something.”
“You are, kinda,” Malik said, bumping her shoulder lightly with his own. “The new Norwegian girl everyone’s curious about. I’m sure there’s a business case in charging admission.”
Freja rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide her smile. “And what would you do with the money?”
“Easy. Buy you something nice today. Fries, maybe a milkshake.” He shot her a look that was part joke, part challenge. “Unless you’re too fancy for that?”
“Not at all,” she said, matching his playful tone. “But only if you let me steal some of your fries, too.”
“Deal,” Malik said, grinning wider. “But just so you know — I fight dirty when it comes to fries.”
Freja laughed again, the doubts she’d carried melting away as they walked side by side, talking and joking easily.
“So ... where are we going?” she asked, glancing at him.
Malik smirked like he’d been waiting for that question. “You’ll see. I’ve got a plan. And don’t worry, it’s not McDonald’s.”
“That’s ... oddly specific,” she teased.
“Trust me. You’ll like this better.”
They walked a few blocks, talking and joking along the way, until Malik stopped in front of a narrow storefront with a bright hand-painted sign: Sweet Treats Ice Cream & More. Through the windows, Freja could see kids, teens, and even a few older couples sitting at little tables, laughing over towering cones and sundaes.
“An ice cream place?” she asked, surprised.
“Not just any ice cream place,” Malik said with mock seriousness. “This is the spot. Best flavors in West Baltimore. If you leave without trying the strawberry cheesecake scoop, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”
Freja smiled. “Well, I guess I don’t want to risk a lifetime of regret.”
“Exactly,” Malik said, pulling the door open with a flourish. “Ladies first.”
The little bell above the door jingled as they stepped inside, and a wave of cool air mixed with the sweet scent of waffle cones wrapped around Freja. A colorful chalkboard listed more flavors than she could count, from classics like vanilla and chocolate to quirky ones like honey lavender and banana pudding.
“So, what’s it gonna be?” Malik asked, gesturing at the board like he was unveiling a treasure map. “Play it safe ... or be bold?”
Freja tilted her head, pretending to consider. “Bold, huh? What counts as bold?”
He leaned in slightly, his grin tugging at one corner of his mouth. “Well, bold is anything that makes you go, ‘I might regret this later, but at least I’ll have a story.’”
Freja laughed. “That sounds like something you’d say on a rollercoaster, not in an ice cream shop.”
“Hey, life’s about adventure.” He pointed at a tub of bright purple ice cream. “See that ube flavor? Now that’s bold. You’ll either love it or question every choice that led you here.”
Freja raised an eyebrow. “And what’s the safe option then?”
Malik didn’t miss a beat. He nodded toward the tubs of chocolate lined up in different shades. “Safe? That’d be chocolate. Classic. Reliable. Strong taste. Always a good choice.”
Their eyes met, and for a split second neither of them said anything. The memory of Saturday’s joke hung unspoken between them, but the grin tugging at Malik’s mouth told her he hadn’t forgotten either.
Freja fought back a smile of her own, pretending to study the board again. “Safe doesn’t sound so bad.”
Malik’s grin widened. “Yeah ... sometimes safe is exactly what you want.”
When it was her turn at the counter, Freja surprised herself by ordering the ube scoop. Malik raised his brows, impressed. “Look at you, going bold.”
She lifted her cone, smirking. “Guess I’ll have a story, won’t I?”
“I guess you will. To be honest, I really thought you would go for chocolate.”
Freja let the word hang between them, just long enough for him to catch the sparkle in her eyes. “Who says I don’t?” she said lightly, before tasting the bright purple ice cream.
Malik blinked, then broke into a slow grin that told her he caught the double edge of her words. “Touché,” he said, his voice dipping just enough to make her cheeks warm again.
She took a deliberate lick of her ice cream, pretending not to notice his grin widening. “Bold enough for you?”
“More than bold,” Malik said, shaking his head with a laugh. “That’s dangerous.”
He ordered an oreo-flavored ice cream for himself. Seeing that, Freja couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “And I thought you liked to be bold,” she mocked him.
“Who says I’m not?” he shot back, repeating her line from before.
“Touché,” she quoted him. After a second she added. “I suppose there’s a hidden meaning in that choice?”
“Oops, I’m sorry, I had no intention of hiding the message,” Malik joked.
Freja laughed, shaking her head. “You really don’t make it easy to take you seriously, do you?”
“Only when it counts,” Malik said. “Shall we take this outside? Sun’s too nice to sit in here.”
Freja smiled and nodded, happy to feel the warm summer air again. Together, they stepped out onto the sidewalk, cones in hand, letting the playful energy of their ice cream banter carry them down the block.
“Hey, there’s a nice park a block over,” Malik said when they reached an intersection. “Perfect spot to enjoy this without worrying about traffic.”
In the park they found a quiet bench under the shade of a tree, where they enjoyed their ice creams in a comfortable silence. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling their faces. Freja could hear the distant laughter of other kids playing, the faint hum of traffic from the nearby streets, and the occasional chirp of birds hidden among the branches. Watching Malik eat his ice cream, Freja noticed the sharp line of his jaw, strong and well-defined.
After a moment, Malik spoke, his voice softer than before. “So ... how’s it really been for you, being new here? I mean, school, the neighborhood ... all of it?”
Freja hesitated, then shrugged. “It’s ... different, that’s for sure. Sometimes I feel like I don’t quite fit in, you know?”
Malik nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, I get that. Moving somewhere new, it can be rough. I felt the same when I switched schools a couple years back. Took a while to find the right people, the ones you can just ... be yourself around.”
She smiled faintly, appreciating his openness. “It’s easier when I’m with friends like Darius—or now, with you and Tasha. Makes it feel less ... overwhelming.”
He offered her a small, understanding smile. “I’m glad. Honestly, I think everyone deserves at least one person—or a group—who makes things feel a little less scary. Or a little more fun.”
Freja looked down at her melting ice cream, then back at him. “You make it fun,” she said quietly, and for a moment, they both just smiled at each other, letting the words settle between them without needing anything more.
Malik shifted slightly on the bench, leaning just a little closer, close enough that Freja could feel the warmth of his shoulder near hers. “I’m really glad you came out with me today. I wasn’t sure if you’d want to.”
Freja felt her heart quicken at the proximity, though the gentle closeness felt comforting rather than intimidating. “I’m glad too,” she admitted, a small smile tugging at her lips.
He held her gaze for a beat longer, and Freja could sense a subtle invitation in the way he angled toward her, a quiet question hanging in the air without words.
Malik’s voice softened, almost a whisper, as he added, “I like just ... being here with you.” He shifted imperceptibly, letting his hand brush against hers on the bench, light and unassuming. The touch lingered just long enough for Freja to notice, without any pressure.
She returned his gaze, meeting the warmth there, and a small, shy laugh escaped her. “Yeah ... me too.”
He leaned a fraction closer, their knees now lightly touching, the space between them shrinking in a way that felt deliberate but gentle. Freja felt her pulse quicken—not from fear, but from the invitation, the intimacy of the moment.