Far From the Fjords
Copyright© 2025 by brabo1978
Chapter 7
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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 front door creaked open, and Freja stepped inside with her bag slung over one shoulder. The smell of fried chicken still hung in the air, mixed with dish soap and something faintly lemony. Deb appeared from the kitchen almost immediately, arms folded across her chest. Her eyebrows lifted when she saw Freja. “There you are.”
“I’m here,” Freja answered, setting her bag down by the wall. She gave Deb a small smile, but the woman didn’t return it.
“You know what time it is?” Deb asked, tilting her head toward the clock in the living room. Jason’s laugh barked out from the couch a second later, reacting to something on TV, as if punctuating the silence between them.
“It’s later than I meant,” Freja admitted. “After school, I had a date. Then I got off at the wrong bus stop and was a little turned around for a bit. That’s why I’m late.”
Deb’s brow furrowed. “A date?”
“Yes,” Freja said simply.
Deb’s arms folded tighter, like she was bracing herself. “Well ... who is he then?” she asked, her voice neutral but a little too careful. “Somebody from school?”
“Yes,” Freja repeated, keeping her tone even.
Deb nodded slowly, studying her. “What’s he like? Quiet type? Athlete? Music, maybe?” Her eyes flicked briefly toward the living room, where Jason’s voice carried faintly over the laugh track of his show. “You know how it is — young men can be all kinds of things. I’d just like to know who’s keeping you out late.”
Freja raised her brows, sensing the undercurrent immediately. “He’s nice. Respectful. He makes me laugh.”
“Mm,” Deb murmured, like she was waiting for more. “What’s his family like? You ever meet them?”
Freja shook her head. “Not yet. But that’s normal, right? It was just a first date.”
“Of course,” Deb agreed quickly, but she pressed on anyway. “Where’d you go?”
“Ice cream,” Freja said. She let the word sit there, plain and unimpressive, as if daring Deb to find fault in it.
Deb tilted her head, her expression caught somewhere between approval and worry. “That sounds ... nice. Sweet and simple.” She gave a little smile, but her eyes didn’t soften. “So what’s he like, this boy?”
Freja lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “He’s funny. Easy to be around.”
“That’s good,” Deb replied, nodding a little too eagerly. “Funny’s important. And ... he’s respectful?”
“Yes,” Freja said firmly, her tone brooking no argument. “Very.”
“Mm.” Deb’s eyes lingered on her, like she was still trying to puzzle something out. “And his name?” she asked casually.
“Malik,” Freja said, watching for her reaction.
Deb’s brow flickered—just a twitch, barely noticeable, but Freja caught it.
“What?” Freja asked sharply.
“Nothing,” Deb said quickly. “I just ... well, it’s a nice name, I guess. Different.”
Freja narrowed her eyes. “Different how?”
“I didn’t mean anything by it,” Deb said, holding up her hands. “I’m just saying—it’s not one I hear often. That’s all.”
Silence stretched, thick with the words left unspoken. Jason laughed at something on TV in the next room, the sound grating against the tense quiet between them.
Finally, Freja spoke, her voice low but steady. “You could just ask me what you really want to know.”
Deb blinked. “What do you mean?”
“You’re fishing,” Freja said flatly. “You want to know if he’s Black.”
Color rose to Deb’s cheeks, and for a moment she looked away. “I—no, I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
Deb shifted, crossing her arms over her chest. “Jason told me you’ve been spending a lot of time with ... well, you know, with kids who aren’t always the best influence. I just worry, Freja. That’s all.”
Freja let out a disbelieving laugh. “He asked me out for ice cream. That’s not exactly dangerous, Deb.”
Deb looked at her for a long moment, like she wanted to argue but couldn’t find the words. At last she sighed again, weary. “Just ... be careful.”
“I am careful,” Freja answered. “I promise.”
Deb nodded once, not convinced but not pushing further. She turned back toward the kitchen, muttering something about dishes.
Freja stayed rooted in the hallway for a beat, heart still pounding, before climbing the stairs to her room. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, exhaling a long breath. Deb’s warnings still echoed in her ears, but Freja pushed them aside. Malik wasn’t danger. He wasn’t threat. He made her feel wanted. And she knew with absolute certainty that she wanted him as well.
Freja slipped into the library and spotted Darius at their corner table, leaning over his notebook. She had been looking forward to spend time with him again, even if it was just for a school assignment. He looked up briefly, offered a small nod, and went back to scribbling, as though he hadn’t noticed her at all.
“Hey,” she said softly, setting down her backpack. “Ready to continue?”
“Yeah,” Darius replied, straightening slightly. His voice was calm, even, but there was a subtle weight to it that made her pause for a moment. It wasn’t unfriendly—just ... quieter than usual.