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Subject: {ASSM} (RP) Neighbours daughter ch. 1-4 (mf ff teen rom) by Henrik Larsen
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(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001




This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't know 
why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain 
about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the 
case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not 
allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you 
choose to continue. But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

A great thanks to Old Rotorhead and Cagey. I'm very grateful for their 
patient work, correcting and editing my stories, and their constant 
encouragement.

Reposting or any other use of this story is strictly prohibited without the 
express, written permission of the author.



The Neighbour's daughter.

Chapter 1.

When I first moved away from home, I had never thought my new neighbours 
would have so much impact on my life. I had to move to the city when I 
finished school. A future as a farmer was not something that ever appealed 
to me and besides, my older brother was the one who was going to take over 
the farm when dad retired. I had good grades and wanted to become an 
accountant.

I was lucky to get a very small, and cheap, apartment: a bedroom, a living 
room that normally would have been categorised as a small chamber, a kitchen 
hardly larger than a closet, and a bathroom the size of a phone booth. 
Everything got wet when I showered. It was extremely crammed, especially as 
I came from a big farm with plenty of space, but it was also great, because 
it was my own place. I moved in on a Saturday. Dad had an old VW and I 
didn't have more than it could take in one load. My brother was there, too, 
to help.

Even though I didn't have much, what I had was heavy and was going up to the 
third floor where my flat was. There were three flats on each floor: one 
other the same size opposite mine, and one larger flat in the middle. It 
didn't take long to find out who lived in the flat opposite to mine. On my 
way up the stairs at one end of my sofa, an old lady appeared in the 
doorway.

"My god, you are pulling a heavy load. I can't offer you a beer, but how 
about a cup of coffee when you've got that one up?" she said.

"Thanks. That sounds nice," I politely replied.

"Are you the young man moving in?" she asked.

"Yes," I gasped, pulling the sofa up and to the side to get it angled in 
through the door.

"I'm your new neighbour, Mrs Larsen."

Then she realised that I was too heavily loaded to exchange courtesies.

"Oh, silly me! I'll go make the coffee, and you just come in when you're 
ready."

She shuffled into her flat, and my brother and I finally managed to get the 
sofa in through the door.

"Great!" my brother grinned, while trying to catch his breath. "You already 
got a girlfriend."

"Come on! She's just being polite," I protested.

"Little brother, little brother. You're so easy. I was only teasing you."

Dad came in with a box.

"We've been invited for coffee by Eric's new girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" dad said, looking very puzzled.

"My neighbour, not my girlfriend. He's just sooo funny."

We had coffee and cookies. It was a bit formal, mainly because my dad did 
the best he could to convince everybody that he had very good manners, which 
he had but he has always had a kind of hate/respect thing with city people. 
My brother and dad had to get back early, so Mrs. Larsen invited me to 
dinner as well. I was reluctant to accept, considering the generosity she 
had already extended, but practical considerations intervened: I did have 
food, but if I was going to cook anything myself, I would have to unpack 
both my pots and pans, and the cookbook my mum had given me, before I could 
start cooking. Back home, mum always cooked and what I knew about cooking 
was what I had learned in the school kitchen, several years back. In short, 
I accepted her invitation.

I was a bit nervous when I stood outside her door after a shower and in 
clean clothes. My dad had made me promise to put on a tie. I hadn't worn 
since granddad's funeral four years ago.

"My God, how stylish. Did I really scare you that much?" Mrs Larsen burst 
out, when she opened the door and saw me standing there in my Sunday best.

"No. I mean, my dad, you know. He thought I should put it on," I said and 
tugged the tie.

"I think you should take it off and relax. I'm not all that bad. And do come 
in."

Mrs Larsen was actually very easy to talk to. I've never been good at small 
talk. I never know what to say and if I start talking about something that 
interests me, I'm afraid I'll bore people to death within minutes. We had a 
simple but very nice dinner. Mrs Larsen wanted to know about my family, 
where I came from and why I had moved to the city. I told her I was going to 
study to be an accountant.

"My late husband was an accountant."

She said it without any hint of sadness in her voice. I think she saw the 
question in my eyes.

"No, he's been dead a long time. 29 years. His heart was weak and he didn't 
listen to the warning signs. It took a while to get used to being alone, but 
29 years is a long time, and time does heal the wound."

"Didn't you have any kids?"

"We had a son. He would have been 60 this year. He died in a car crash two 
years after my husband's death. That was harder to get over," she sighed. 
"But I got over that, too. I had to, didn't I? I had good friends that 
helped me."

I didn't feel like asking more about her family, but she apparently sensed 
it and changed the subject.

"I moved to this place, because this was where I grew up," she said and 
smiled. "It might not be the best neighbourhood, but I feel comfortable 
here. And it's close to the city centre and the shops. Mind you, nowadays, I 
would have chosen a flat on the ground floor. It's so heavy to carry 
everything up here"

"You can just make a shopping list and I'll get it for you," I offered. I 
was brought up to help whenever I could.

"No, you'll be much too busy and I don't want to be any trouble for anyone."

"No problem. I'll have to shop anyway."

It was pretty late before I got back, and I'd had a really pleasant evening. 
I was too tired to bother making the bed, so I just slept on the mattress 
with a blanket.

I spent all Sunday unpacking and didn't get out of the flat at all. Monday I 
went shopping. After a bit of polite protesting, Mrs Larsen had given me a 
shopping list with the heavy items she couldn't carry herself: six bottles 
of red wine, quite expensive, potatoes and things like that. On my way up 
again, I met my other neighbours in the centre flat: Mr and Mrs Petersen and 
their daughter Sophie. Mr. Petersen - Arnold -- was a man around 40 with 
short, grey hair, dressed in a grey business suit. Mrs Petersen - Amy -- was 
very thin and she struck me as very fragile, even though I can't say why. 
She looked as if she was much younger than her husband, but it was hard to 
tell. Her hair was black, probably dyed, considering the way it shined.

Sophie was a skinny little girl, very fair, with hair that was almost white. 
  She was dressed in a light summer dress, which looked a lot like the ones 
that the girls in my class wore ten years ago and her hair was set up in two 
plaits. Dress the way she was, she didn't look like she was more than nine. 
The Petersens were on their way into the flat and I was loaded with heavy 
groceries, so we only just said hello.

- - -

I started school and got into a rhythm. The first three months or so my best 
friend was actually Mrs Larsen. It may sound boring, but it wasn't. I'm not 
an outgoing person, literally, and at the same time, I didn't feel I had too 
much time, having to do my homework. We often ate together. At first it was 
always her cooking, but when she found out that I could hardly boil an egg, 
she began to teach me about cooking. I quickly became a very good cook and 
began to prepare very advanced dishes. Mrs Larsen also liked her glass of 
red wine and she taught me a bit about that too. Back home, my parents 
practically never drank wine and when they did, it was always very sweet 
wine. The wine Mrs. Larsen introduced me to tasted quite different and it 
took a while before I got used to the much more sour taste.

I didn't see much of the Petersens. I had a job after school and usually got 
home rather late. It could be weeks between times I saw Mr or Mrs Petersen 
on the stairs and I hardly ever saw Sophie. I heard her voice every now and 
then on the stairs or from their flat through the thin walls. Yet I rarely 
saw more than a glimpse of her. She was the kind of child that always ran or 
rather bounced, never walked. I didn't talk to her at all until a day, about 
six months after I moved in, when came home early and found her sitting on 
the stairs outside her flat.

"Hi! What are you doing here?" I asked her.

"I can't get in. I've forgot my key."

"When will your parents be home?"

"Around five."

"That's two hours. It's freezing out here. Do you want to come in and wait 
indoors?"

Sophie looked up at me as if she wasn't sure what my intentions were. Coming 
from the country, I wasn't used to the slight paranoia that so many city 
people suffered from. I had lived here for six months and I didn't feel I 
was a stranger. Then she smiled and got up.

"OK."

She was very curious about my place, walking around and looking at 
everything. I went to the kitchen to make some coffee.

"Do you drink coffee?" I shouted.

"Argh! No"

"Tea? I don't have any pop."

"No, it's ok."

She came out into the kitchen. She leaned against the kitchen table, pushing 
her chest up. I hadn't really looked very much at her before, but there was 
no doubt in my mind that she wanted to attract my attention. She didn't have 
much in the chest department. If she'd told me she'd been bitten by two 
mosquitoes, I'd have believed her. It was kind of cute, the way she tried to 
make me notice her and she was actually very pretty.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"I'm eighteen. How old are you?"

"You don't ask a lady her about her age. Didn't you know that, or don't they 
teach you manners where you come from?"

"Isn't that a bit early to be touchy about your age? How old are you, 
twelve?"

"I'm thirteen!" she immediately protested, angrily.

"No sweat. I was only teasing you."

She was silent and I was silent. I didn't really know where to go from 
there. She was a bit of a puzzle to me. Just as when I first saw her, her 
dress was kind of old fashioned and ill matched to her age. Who would wear a 
dress and woolly leggings at thirteen? Judging from the dress, I would 
expect her to be mummy's well behaved little girl, but that was not her act, 
at least not now. I looked down at her shoes; the kind the girls wore at the 
dancing school I was forced to attend until I was 10. It didn't add up.

The water boiled and I directed my attention to the coffee.

"Don't you have any friends you could visit instead of just sit on the 
stairs?"

"Yes, but . . . I have to go straight home from school. Mum and dad says I 
have to," she snorted.

"They buy your clothes too."

I know I probably shouldn't have said it. She immediately blushed and looked 
down, embarrassed.

"Hey, it's not your fault that your parents are a bit old fashioned. My 
parents are like that too. You remember the clothes I wore, when I first 
moved in here?"

It wasn't really true but it made her smile. The truth was that I didn't 
know much about clothes at all when I moved in. My mum had bought my clothes 
and I'd never protested. It wasn't until I started dating a girl from school 
about 3 months after I'd moved in that I started learning about clothes. It 
was one of the first things Anna - that was her name - wanted to change, if 
she was going to be seen publicly with me.

"You know, it's just so unfair. All the other girls can wear jeans and smart 
shirts and all, but I have to wear these ridiculous dresses. And I can never 
go anywhere. Was it like that for you too?"

"Well, there wasn't really that many places to go to, and I also think it's 
a little different because I'm a boy and from the country."

I'd apparently pushed the right button. Sophie started talking and talking 
about herself, her parents, her friends and her problems. The two hours flew 
away. Suddenly, she looked at her watch and jumped up.

"I got to go now. Mum will be home soon," she said and ran out.

I'd heard enough to know that her parents probably wouldn't like that she'd 
been in my flat all afternoon. I felt sorry for her.

- - -

I didn't come home early very often, but the next time it happened, a couple 
of weeks later, Sophie opened the door as soon as I reached the landing. She 
just stood in the doorway, smiling timidly. I asked her if she wanted to 
come in and she nodded eagerly. Just before she closed the front door to her 
flat, I reminded her that she better take the keys with her. She blushed and 
went back in to get them. We talked for a couple of hours. Of course, we 
mainly talked about her and her hopeless parents, but she also had time to 
be a little curious about me.

It became a ritual. Every time I came home early, approximately once or 
twice a month, Sophie would come in and talk, and she would always return 
before her parents came home. If there had been a long time since our last 
talk, we would spend most of it talking about her problems but sometimes, 
I'd be early home two days in a row and we would just chat and have fun the 
second day.

I still spent two to tree evenings a week with Mrs Larsen and did her 
shopping. The other nights I would study or occasionally go on a date. Even 
though I already had two girlfriends, I sometimes dated other girls. After 
all, one was just a child and the other was over eighty.

This went on for over a year, until Sophie turned fifteen. At that time, her 
parents generously let her invite her best friend Nina home after school 
each afternoon, while Sophie was alone at home. Sophie was very happy about 
it, almost as if it was the best birthday present she got that year. I, on 
the other hand, was amazed that her only rebellion against her parent's 
regime was the occasional visit to my flat when her parents weren't home - 
not that I encouraged her to break the rules or criticised her parents at 
all. I'd tried it once and Sophie had reacted by supporting them loyally. I 
was very surprised, but after thinking about it, I realised that it probably 
was a very natural thing to do, even considering the circumstances. They 
were all she had. I was resigned to listen when she complained, and that 
seemed to be what Sophie needed.

At first, Nina's presence meant that Sophie didn't visit me. I guess it was 
difficult for her to find an excuse to stand by the door, looking through 
the door spy, when Nina was there. But after a month or so, she was standing 
in the door when I came home.

"Hi Sophie. Where's Nina?"

"She's sick. Can I come in?"

"Sure. Remember the key."

We went to the kitchen and I put on the kettle.

"So, how's everything?"

"It's ok. I mean, we do homework, too, but it's a lot better to do it with 
Nina than alone," Sophie answered, sounding truly happy.

"But she's ill today. Anything serious?"

"No, it's just a cold."

"I think you needed somebody to talk to, you know, about what girls talk 
about."

Sophie blushed fiercely and became very flustered.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Sophie face turned from pink to deep red, all the way up to her ears.

"No, I . . ."

"Never mind. How's school?"

"Eh, ok. We're doing a project on WW1. It was really horrible in the 
trenches."

We continued the conversation on neutral subjects for a while. Sophie loved 
to read and could work her way through ten books a week. That meant a lot of 
visits to the library. Sophie was very happy when she told me about the 
latest achievement.

"I can go to the library alone on Saturday, when mum and dad are shopping. I 
have two hours alone in the library."

"That's sounds like a long time. Does it really take you that long to find 
books?" I asked.

Naively, I thought time spent alone was the only thing she had plenty off.

"No, it doesn't. But then I've time to read some of the books that I can't 
bring home." She said excited. Then her face turned deep red again.

"Oh!" I said.

I didn't want to embarrass her by asking which books she read. I was pretty 
sure I could guess. Sophie quickly regained her composure and changed the 
subject.

"Have you read anything interesting lately?"

We often discussed books. Sophie was very mature when it came to literature. 
Or maybe it was me that was a bit childish. Either way, we had much the same 
taste in books. The remainder of the afternoon was spent discussing books.

Exams were getting closer and I spent a lot of time at the school and in the 
library. I still had one more year before my final exams, but I finished 
some courses and I wanted to do well. I'm not a particularly ambitious 
person, I just wanted to show mum and dad that they didn't waste their 
money. They paid me a monthly allowance. I know farmers always complain, but 
still some pf them do fairly well. Most of the farmers I knew were far away 
from bankruptcy, despite their endless complaints.

On the way home after the last of the exams, I suddenly realised that I 
hadn't seen Sophie for almost two months. I'd seen her on the stairs with 
her parents, but she hadn't been able to talk. I'd been too busy and I felt 
a little guilty about it. The holidays were coming and I had been able to 
get a lot of hours in the supermarket where I worked, so I wouldn't have 
much time for Sophie. Maybe I'd be able to get an afternoon off every now 
and then.

I was walking up the stairs, thinking about Sophie and the holidays. As I 
reached the landing, Sophie was standing in the doorway, smiling. Standing 
behind her was another girl. I had heard a lot about Nina but I'd never seen 
her before.

"Hi, Eric. Did your exam go well?"

I'd met her with her parents the other day and we'd talked about my exams.

"Yes, better than I'd hoped for. And how about you? School's out?"

"Yeah. But mum and dad won't start their holidays for another two weeks."

I must have looked over her shoulder.

"Eric, this is Nina."

Sophie pulled Nina into the doorway. I'd tried to imagine what she looked 
like and I think I had imagined her looking like Sophie. Wrong! She had 
brown hair and either she had naturally darker skin or she was tanned. 
Sophie had grown, but she was still very slim. Nina was heavier build than 
Sophie was. As far as I could see she wasn't fat, but she certainly looked 
much more mature than Sophie.

"Hi Nina. I'm Eric, in case you haven't guessed. Sophie might have mentioned 
me."

Nina whispered an almost unhearable "Hi."

Sophie took over. "Can we come in?"

"Of course."

Nina didn't say much in the two hours they were there but that changed 
later.

- -

I did manage to get a few afternoons off over the next two weeks. They were 
spent with Sophie and Nina. I'd thought that Nina would prefer that they 
stayed in Sophie's flat, but she was there, even when I had announced in 
advance when I was going to be home early. Nina became a regular visitor and 
she was a very lively girl, once she got used to me. There was a lot of 
whispering and giggling between the girls, but I got used to that.

When I looked at the two girls, I came to realise that Sophie had grown a 
great deal since I first saw her. Even though her mother's choice of 
clothing for her had changed to some strangely shapeless, loose dresses, it 
was clear that she was no longer a little girl. Maybe it was more than just 
the chance to compare with Nina. Sophie seemed to go to great efforts to 
make the dresses show off her curves. It wasn't easy and I'm sure that was 
the reason for her parent's choice.

The girls continued to visit me once or twice a month. Just after Sophie's 
sixteenth birthday - I gave her some chocolate she could enjoy at my place - 
I got a more free time. I'd taken the major part of my courses the previous 
term in order to have extra time to prepare for my final exams, so I had two 
afternoons off every week after Christmas. One was spent at the school 
library and I worked every second week on the other; which left one 
afternoon free every second week. Strange as it may seem, it was a vast 
improvement, especially because I could say in advance that I was going to 
be home early.

There was nothing special about this particular afternoon, except that Nina 
wasn't there when I came home. Nina was almost always with Sophie and we had 
a great time together. Still, sometimes Sophie visited me alone, usually 
because Nina was doing something else. That afternoon, Nina had to do 
something with her mother.

Sophie was in a great mood, talking all the time and quite restless. Within 
the first 3 minutes, she'd asked me twice if I was dating anybody, and her 
thoughts were centred very much on boys and girls. Nina and Sophie were 
often like that when they were together, but Sophie rarely talked about it 
when we were alone. We chatted in the kitchen until the coffee was done (I'd 
managed to teach both Sophie and Nina to drink coffee). Her restlessness 
lasted for half an hour, until she suddenly burst out.

"Eric, can I try some of your clothes? I want to see what I look like in 
some real clothes."

"You're welcome," I said, surprised. "But don't you think they will be too 
big for you?"

I was 6'2" and weighed about 200 pounds. Sophie had grown, but she was 
"only" 5"9" and I guess she must have weighed around 120 pounds.

"That doesn't matter. I just want to try," she said and flew into the 
bedroom, where she knew my clothes were.

She closed the door behind her and I could hear her rummage through the 
closet and drawers. After a couple of minutes the door opened. The black 
turtleneck she'd put on was way too big for her, but my old, worn blue jeans 
fitted her surprisingly well. Her weight was obviously distributed 
differently from mine.

"How do I look?"

"You look stunningly great," I said. It was true; she did look great.

She turned around to show off her backside. I could hardly believe it was 
the same girl. She had a beautiful figure but the greatest change was 
probably in the way she moved: Her back was straighter and her attitude was 
proud.

She tried on another turtleneck and a sweater, both of which were way too 
big for her. When she returned the fourth time, she'd put on a thin, white 
t-shirt. Sophie's skin colour was very pale, but the T-shirt still revealed 
that she wasn't wearing a bra. She had tugged most of the fabric tightly 
down into the jeans and her breasts pressed against the shirt. I think my 
jaw dropped.

"My god, you look so sexy." It just flew out of my mouth. "Sorry." I added.

"Thanks!" Sophie replied, disregarding my excuse and blushing a little.

She disappeared into the bedroom again and I sat back, thinking. I still 
thought of her as a little child, as if she was still 13, but she was 
sixteen now and very much a young woman. She did look very sexy and she 
wanted to look sexy. Her parents treated her as a child, and dressed her as 
one. In a way it had fooled me. I talked with Sophie as a peer, but I still 
thought of her as a child, not as a young woman. How had I been able to miss 
it? My thoughts were interrupted when she appeared in the doorway again. 
This time I'm sure she could hear my jaw hit the floor. She looked at me, 
tense and excited.

"What do you think?"

She'd put on a pair of very old boxer shorts I no could longer get myself 
into, and which should have been thrown out years ago. Needless to say that 
they fit her perfectly. Her chest was barely cowered by a blue shirt, tied 
in a knot just below her breasts. It was unbuttoned and her small breasts 
were only just hidden. I was speechless.

"Do you think I look sexy?" she asked, obviously pleased with the effect she 
had on me.

I pulled myself together. "More than that, you look irresistible. If you 
wear that in public, you'll need a bodyguard."

Sophie giggled and turned around. The shorts hugged her arse tightly and 
there was no sigh of anything under them. She turned again to face me. Her 
hair had been in a ponytail, but she had let it down and it framed her hot 
and blushing cheeks so nicely.

"Do you think my tits are too small?"

To be honest, I didn't think about their size at all. "No, I think they are 
absolutely perfect." I hastily answered.

Sophie was about to say something, hesitated and looked down. Finally she 
looked at me.

"Do you want to see them?" she said, and bit her lips, blushing fiercely.

Now, I'm not made of wood, even though one part of me felt that way. She was 
no longer a child and hadn't been for over a year, legally that is. There 
was five years between us, but my dad was seven years older than my mum. On 
the other hand, she'd lived a very isolated life and I didn't want to 
pressure her into something she didn't really want to do, but thought she 
had to.

"I'd love to Sophie, but you don't have to."

She took a step forward, looking at me more seriously now.

"I . . . I want you to. Because . . . I just want you to see me."

She fumbled nervously with the knot she had tied; too tightly apparently.

"I can't get it open," she giggled. It broke the tense atmosphere for a 
moment.

"Let me," I offered.

I stood up and Sophie came up close to me. We had been standing close 
before, but it felt so different now. I could feel her body heat. I could 
smell the scent of her. Not one of perfume or deodorant -- Sophie didn't use 
such things -- but the scent of her. I could feel her tremble as my hands 
touched the knot and began to work on it. Sophie gasped the first time my 
hand brushed over her warm, smooth skin.

She had really done a thorough job, when she tied the knot. After an initial 
attempt to untie it, I guided her to the sofa and knelt in front of her. It 
was a bit comical and I couldn't help laughing. Sophie blushed and looked 
down, but soon she started laughing too at my desperate attempts to untie 
it.

"I'm sorry," she laughed. "I didn't think I tied it so tight."

"I'll get it open," I answered, determined. "Else I'll have to give it to 
you, but I'm not sure this outfit will make your parents happy?"

That was definitely not the right choice of words. Sophie froze and got all 
tense.

"Hey! I didn't mean that. Of course I'll get it . . . Hang on, I think I got 
it."

The knot finally began to loosen. Sophie relaxed again and stared at my 
hands and the knot. I let my fingers do the work and studied her face while 
I slowly untied the shirt. She looked anxious and excited.

I had to look down at her chest as I opened the shirt. Her pale skin was 
flushed and hot. Slowly the shirt opened like a curtain at the theatre and 
revealed her breasts. They were so beautiful. She was right, they were 
small, but they looked so firm and her large nipples pointed straight out. 
The shape was so perfect.

"You have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen."

Sophie would have blushed more, had it been at all possible, but her face 
and chest were already flushed.

"Thanks," she whispered. She hesitated for a moment. "Do you really mean 
it?"

"Yes," I whispered, my voice suddenly hoarse.

I was still holding the shirt open.

"Can I touch them?"

"Yes, but . . . I don't think I'm ready to go all the way."

It took me completely by surprise. I hadn't expected her to be so outspoken 
and mature about it. She must have read some good books at the library and 
learned from them. Of course, I was ready to go all the way, but it was 
something I hadn't even got to yet in my mind. I was just so taken by the 
beauty of her breasts.

"No, of course. Please, Sophie. I don't want you to feel that you have to do 
anything or have to let me do anything. I'll only do what you want." I 
reassured her.

"I . . . I really want to but I'm also a little scared. I can't make up my 
mind." Sophie said.

"Do you want me to touch your breasts?" I asked, thinking that taking one 
thing at a time would be best.

"Yes," she said without any hesitation.

I cupped the perfect cones gently, feeling the firm softness I had expected. 
Sophie held her breath, looking down at my hands. I let my thumbs brush over 
her nipples. Sophie shivered and sighed. It even felt like she leaned 
forward against my hands.

I caressed her breasts for a long, long time. Sophie's breathing got more 
and more ragged and she shifted on the sofa as if she was sitting on a bed 
of needles. I guess I forgot what I'd said about not doing anything she 
hadn't permitted. I leaned forward and took one of her nipples into my 
mouth. It had a salty taste, a taste of her excitement that was making her 
hot and making her sweat. I put my free hand on her thigh but then I 
remembered my promise and instead of sliding it upwards I just kept it close 
to her knee. I was finding it really hard to contain myself. I was pretty 
sure she was excited enough to want me to go further, but she might regret 
it afterwards. I had to go slow and let her set the pace.

I let go of her breast and looked up at her.

"Can I kiss you?"

She just nodded. I got up and sat down next to her on the sofa, putting my 
arm around her shoulder. Our lips met and she opened her mouth. It was so 
blissful and soft, yet she was very eager and her tongue wrested mine as if 
she'd tried it many times before.

It felt as if time stood still, but it didn't. I guess we must have been 
kissing for quite some time. When we finally stopped, hot and dazed, the 
time was ten to five. Sophie rushed into the bedroom to get changed and 
within a few minutes, we'd kissed goodbye and she was gone. I didn't think 
about it at first, but I suddenly realised that it would be a fortnight 
before we could be together again.

It was going to be a long two weeks.



(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001




The Neighbour's daughter.

Chapter 2.


The more I though about Sophie, the more it became clear to me that two 
weeks was way too long to wait. I had to see her before. The solution was 
obvious but could affect my exams. I was in a terrible dilemma for a couple 
of days: studying at the library or being with Sophie. In the end, Sophie 
made the choice for me. I ran into her on the stairs four days later. She 
stopped briefly.

"Can't you skip the library on Tuesday?" She looked up at me with pleasing 
eyes. "Please."

That did it. "I will be home at one o'clock," I heard myself say.

Sophie smiled elated, her eyes shining. She pulled my ear down to her mouth.

"Remember to have some condoms," she whispered in my ear before she rapidly 
let go again. She was blushing but looked very happy, a little proud maybe.

"I will, but don't feel you have to," I said.  Part of me didn't mean it, 
I'm sure, but no matter what, I was going to behave sensible and 
responsible. She was a big girl now, legal and all, but I was the one with 
the experience.

Sophie hurried down to her parents, whom I'd seen outside, waiting for her. 
I went up to my flat in a daze. This was going to be the longest three days 
ever. It wasn't just because I was going to have sex with Sophie, it was a 
different kind of anxiousness. I'd known her for almost thee years and 
suddenly I saw a completely different Sophie, not a adolescent child but a 
lovely, young girl.

Finally the day arrived. I hurried home from school and was at my flat at 
five to three. Sophie would be home from school at tree, maybe five past. 
Normally, I'd be home a little later and she would wait for me behind her 
door, looking through the door spy, but today it was my turn to stand there 
and stare through the little hole. For a moment I feared that she wouldn't' 
show up, that something had kept her from coming, but then heard her 
footsteps on the stairs and opened the door.

Sophie almost pushed me over as she threw her arms around my neck and hugged 
me. I pushed the door closed behind us and once we had complete privacy, we 
kissed each other deeply. Not for long though. Sophie broke the kiss and 
pulled me through the living room to the bedroom.

"I've been dreaming about this since I left. I don't think I can wait much 
longer," she said, hoarsely. Then she giggled shyly and looked down. "That's 
not the way a nice girl behaves, is it?"

I was about to say that I didn't give a damn, but I kind of liked that she 
knew what she wanted.

"You are a nice girl and I love you like just the way you are."

I pulled her close to me and began to tug up her dress. She began to 
unbutton my shirt, which made everything rather complicated. Laughing, we 
agreed to take one piece off the other at a time. Sophie got the courtesy of 
going first and she quickly removed my shirt. Just as quickly I pulled her 
dress over her head.

"It's not exactly sexy underwear," Sophie excused herself, clearly 
embarrassed by her training bra.

"You're sexy."

More shy giggling as she opened my jeans. I couldn't hide my excitement, 
once the tight jeans were off. I removed her woollen leggings, revealing a 
pair of little girl print, cotton panties. Sophie blushed embarrassed. 
Quickly, she knelt in front on me to remove my boxer shorts. When my cock 
was free, it stood straight out from my groin and Sophie stopped pulling my 
shorts and stared. Tentatively, she reached out and brushed her hand over 
it. Then she remembered what she was doing and pulled my shorts and socks 
off.

I stood naked in front of Sophie. Her eyes were all over me but particularly 
on my cock. I reached out and pulled her bra off over her head. She 
willingly raised her arms. It was hard to keep my hands off her lovely 
breasts, but she still had her panties on. I knelt in front of her and 
pulled her panties down and off along with her socks. The downy hair on her 
pussy was just as blond as the rest of her hair. I'd never seen a girl with 
pubic hair like hers.

The scent of her arousal was so sweet, but I didn't get time to get any 
closer. Sophie jumped onto my bed and laid down on her back. I swiftly 
joined her, lying very close to her on my side. I had a single bed and even 
though it was wide, it was still a single bed. I badly wanted a bigger bed 
but I couldn't afford it and if I could, I wouldn't be able to fit anything 
but a double bed into the room, leaving me with the rest of the furniture in 
the living room.

I traced her face with a finger, from her brow, down over her nose to her 
lips. Sophie gave my finger a kiss before it drifted down over her chin and 
neck to her breasts. Her nipples grew hard as soon as my finger began to 
trace them. When they were both hard, I moved on, only stopping to tease her 
bellybutton. Sophie was lying still but so far, she seemed relaxed. Her 
breathing was a little faster, however, after I'd traced her nipples.

She jerked, just as my finger touched her soft pubic hair.

"Scared?" I whispered.

"No, it just tickled . . . well, yes, a little," she admitted.

"We don't have to do it, you know, go all the way."

"No, I want to. I really do," she assured me.

"It might hurt the first time," I cautioned her, feeling very mature nad 
considerate.

"No, it's . . . I've . . . " she stuttered and blushed again.

"I understand. You don't have to explain." I whispered. My finger had 
reached her lips and brushed over them lightly. In a way, it was both a 
disappointment and a relief that her cherry was gone. I'd never been with a 
virgin and I actually didn't know how much it hurt. Some girls said it was 
really bad and others that they'd hardy noticed. I wouldn't want to hurt 
Sophie. And it didn't really mean a thing if she had her cherry or not.

Sophie tried to spread her legs, but she was stuck between the wall and me. 
I got up on my hands and knees and crawled between her legs.

"Aren't you going to put a condom on?" Sophie asked, anxiously.

"I think it's a little too early for that. It will be over much too fast and 
you'll probably be disappointed. Let's just go slow. I won't do anyhting 
dangerous."

She relaxed and spread her legs. We just lay there with me on top for a 
while, kissing. It was so wonderful to feel her hot body against mine. I 
hadn't felt anything like this since the first time I was with a girl. The 
first time, it was over much too soon; this time, I knew more about what to 
do to make us both feel good.

I broke the kiss and began to move down again, kissing my way along the same 
trail my finger had travelled, taking a lot of time sucking her nipples. 
Sophie began to moan a little and grind her crotch against me. I could have 
spent all afternoon, sucking on her lovely breasts, but she was grinding 
against me with rapidly increasing intensity, so I skipped her stomach and 
moved down to her pussy. She didn't question what I was doing, more like she 
was urging me to do it; pushing herself impatiently closer to my face, 
almost pushing my off the edge of the bed.

I don't know what I had expected her reaction to be, but as soon as I buried 
my nose in her pubic hair and let my tongue slide in between her lips, she 
lost all inhibition. She grabbed my head with both hands and pressed me 
against her crotch. I was a little surprised I guess but I didn't give it 
much thought. It was just so exciting the way she responded. I did 
everything I could to drive her up the walls. I tried the best I could to 
tease her and she did the best she could to make me get straight to the 
point, keeping my mouth, tongue and head pinned on the point of joy with her 
thighs and hands. We both won; me, driving her crazy before I set in the 
final attach and Sophie, seemingly having a great orgasm.

I sat up between her legs and reached over to the drawer for a condom. 
Sophie looked at me putting it on, but her eyes looked glazed and slightly 
unfocused. She looked so satisfied, yet there was still curiosity and 
anticipation in the way she followed the process of putting on the condom.

"I'm ready," she whispered, before I asked her. She spread her legs as wide 
as she could and invited me in with her arms. I lowered myself, guiding my 
cock into the right position, rubbing against her pussy a couple of times to 
make it wet. Sophie wiggled her hips impatiently until she felt the head 
settle in the right spot. She tensed, biting her lip and looked at me with 
shining eyes. I couldn't detect any fear in her eyes, just anticipation.

Slowly, I entered her a little bit at a time, pulling back and going in 
deeper until I felt our pubic bones meet. Then I stopped and Sophie sighed 
deeply.

"Are you OK," I asked. I really don't know why I asked. Her facial 
expression told me everything I wanted to know: Happiness and pleasure.

"Yesss," Sophie exhaled and rotated her hips a little. "It feels good."

We began to move, slowly. I was resting on my elbows and I enjoyed both the 
tight, warm pressure around my cock and the expression on Sophie's face. She 
was hot and flushed and her skin had a special soft look, a little like it 
was swollen. Her eyes was half closed, her mouth half open and she looked 
concentrated. I was very excited myself and I focused as much as possible on 
Sophie's reaction to distract myself. This was just too good to end just 
now.

Pretty soon, I found that my efforts were somewhat in vain. I wasn't in 
control of things. Sophie took over control. She pulled up her legs and 
crossed them behind my back. I was pushed deeper into her, as deep as I 
possibly could get. She had me trapped and as she increased the speed, I 
could only follow. I didn't have the stamina to protest; it just felt too 
good. But I did my best to hold back and make it last.

We moved faster and faster, long fast strokes, her legs pushing me deep into 
her and me then pulling almost out. Sophie's moans had turned into 
whimpering cries and they mixed with the sound of our bodies slapping 
together. If Sophie's parents had been home and heard it through the thin 
walls, they would probably think I was spanking the poor girl.

With a last, rigid thrust, I exploded deep inside her. We held each other 
very tight until my orgasm had subsided. We still had plenty of time and lay 
in the afterglow for a long time. At one point I had to pull out and get rid 
of the condom. Again, Sophie watched curiously. She went to the bathroom and 
then I went and then we lay down again.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Wonderful. Exhausted and maybe a little sore, but that doesn't matter."

She snuggled up close to me, putting her head on my chest and her leg over 
my hips. "You know, I only wish we could see each other every day, like Nina 
and her boyfriend."

"Nina's got a boyfriend?"

"All the other girls have boyfriends."

"Bur Nina? She so shy. She blushes when I look at her."

"The boy's think it's really cute. Nina is really wild. Most of the other 
girls started dating when we were fourteen. She was one of the first to, you 
know, loose her cherry and she'd done all kind of things."

"So, that's what you girls talk about," I teased her.

"No! I mean - well sometimes." Sophie looked thoughtful. "I've been really 
jealous of her, but now I also have a boyfriend."

"You've had that all along."

"You know what I mean!" Sophie said and beat me demonstratively on the chest 
with her fist.

"Auu! Yes, I sorry, I'm give up."

"You're not serious," Sophie complained. "There's no way we can see each 
other until next week, is there?'

"Not unless you can find a way to get in here after seven."

She didn't reply. We lay in silence for some time. In two months time, I'd 
be taking my final exams. Sophie would finish school and start her summer 
holidays, but she would go on vacation with her parents the first two weeks. 
I'd already started looking for a job. My grades were good and I had a 
couple of good options. If I was sure I'd get one of them, I might be able 
to skip my old job and take a fortnight off. Then we could be together every 
day, except for the weekends. The bad news was than when Sophie got back 
from her vacation, I'd be working full time and we would get very few 
chances to see each other. That is, unless she found a way to get away from 
home.

"I wanna be with you," Sophie said, interrupting my thoughs.

"So do I."

I didn't want to explain my thoughts to her. I didn't even want to think 
about it. It was a little sad to say goodbye that afternoon. I felt really 
sorry for Sophie, not so much because we'd have to wait a whole week, but it 
suddenly dawned on me now that she'd probably waited for me like that for 
years. How could she be so patient and obedient towards her parents? Why 
didn't she rebel?


(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001



The Neighbour's daughter.

Chapter 3.

Sophie wasn't the only person who'd gotten older. Mrs Larsen's legs had 
gotten gradually worse over the three years I'd know her and she walked very 
unsteadily now. She used a cane in the apartment and she had a Zimmer Frame, 
a walker, standing downstairs, but she refused to use it. She didn't want to 
be seen walking around with "such a contraption". That meant that she didn't 
get out of her flat. Actually, she hadn't been out for several months. I 
looked in on her every day and we still ate dinner together several times a 
week. I did all her shopping now of course. The only really good thing was 
that her mind was still in good shape.

I didn't tell her about the turn the relationship between me and Sophie had 
taken. She knew that Sophie often visited me, and how Sophie's parents kept 
her isolated from the rest of the world. That was Mrs Larsen's way of 
describing it. Like me, she disapproved and like me, she couldn't do a thing 
about it.

The days passed slowly. I spent a lot of time, trying to find ways to see 
Sophie. Some of my ideas were very imaginative, but they were either useless 
or the risk that Sophie's parents would find out was too great. I didn't 
want to make Sophie's life more complicated than it already was.

Wednesday came and Sophie was waiting for me when I came home. She was in an 
excited mood, giggling and jumping impatiently on the spot. We hurried 
inside before we hugged each other tight and kissed passionately. But Sophie 
was too worked up to kiss. She broke off, giggling and ran into the living 
room. She was leaning up against my work/dinner table when I came in. I 
remembered her standing like that the first time she visited me, but her 
attitude was very different now.

"Come on."

"You've got something up your sleeve."

"Aren't you going to undress me?" she asked, almost unable to control her 
giggling.

"I thought you'd never ask."

I began to pull the long dress off very slowly.

"It's like unwrapping a gift."

Sophie still giggled. I'd pulled it up over her knees. No leggings! I got 
the idea. I pulled it higher to reveal that she didn't have any panties on 
either. The long dress was all she was wearing.

"Oh! What a gift. Is it for me?"

Sophie nodded eagerly, blushing and still giggling. Her childish excitement 
was contagious. I began biting her but only with my lips, as if I was a 
fierce predator, eating my prey. I concentrated on the sensitive parts: the 
neck, the nipples.

"I'm the big, bad wolf and I'm going to eat you," I growled like a wild 
animal.

"Please don't eat me, Mr Wolf," Sophie gasped.

"Grrrr, but I will eat you."

I knelt in front of her. She was leaning against the table again and I 
spread her legs and saw that she was visibly excited. Her lips and inner 
thighs were glistening. Growling threateningly, I attacked her pussy, 
chewing the delicate flesh between my lips. I pulled and chewed Sophie lips 
and licked the moisture from her inner thighs. She didn't stop giggling 
until my tongue parted her lips and found her clit. Then her giggles turned 
into whimpering moans.

The position was a little uncomfortable for both of us but we were too 
excited to care. Anyway, we didn't stay like that for long. Sophie must have 
been very aroused, because it only took a minute to make her come. I was 
almost disappointed.

Sophie's legs were a bit wobbly, so I carried her into the bedroom. The 
moment I put her down on the bed, she had fully recovered and before I had a 
chance to do anything myself, she undressed me.

It was less hectic this time. We made love until I was close, then slowed 
down or stopped until I was ready to go on. We didn't talk about it, we just 
did it. Finally, Sophie pulled up her legs as a signal for me to go all the 
way and I did. In a way, it was better than the first time. We had time to 
really enjoy it.

When we lay in my bed afterwards, I explained my plan for our meetings until 
she went on vacation with her parents. Sophie really liked the thought of 
the first 2 weeks of her holidays. Then we talked about school. Sophie and 
Nina were going to finish primary school and go on to high school, after the 
summer holidays. But Nina had a problem.

"She's no good at math," Sophie explained.

"Can't you explain it to her? You two do so much homework together."

"I'm not good at explaining things. I try, but it always ends up with me 
doing the math and Nina just copying it," Sophie stopped and giggled. "She's 
too lazy. But she's got to pass the exam to get into high school."

I thought about it for a moment.

"I'm pretty good at math. If Nina wants to, she can come over a couple of 
evenings before the exam and I can try to help her."

"Really. I think she'll be very happy to do that."

Sophie hugged me tightly and gave me a kiss. I was pretty sure that was what 
Sophie had hoped for but even though I'd known Sophie for three years, there 
were still a lot of things I didn't know about her. She was good at hiding 
her true feelings and she often surprised me.

- - -

Sophie visited me without Nina the next month or so. We would make love, 
following the same ritual as the first two times. Sophie wanted to try to 
make love in different positions: with her on top and me taking her from 
behind. I was pretty sure she got the ideas from Nina but when I asked her 
what she and Nina talked about when they were alone, she got all flushed and 
flustered.

Nina came around about two weeks before the math exam. We worked on it very 
hard. Nina was certainly not stupid but she was convinced that math was 
impossible to learn. It took three visits to make her realise that she 
actually was capable of learning math. The fourth visit was like a 
revelation to Nina. She went home very optimistic, telling me that she was 
going home to study and that she would have learned it all before the last 
lesson we'd have before the exam.

Sophie was acting a little funny the next time she visited me. Knowing that 
she often preferred to keep things to herself, at least until she felt like 
she was ready to talk about it, I didn't ask her. I thought it was probably 
something about her parents. After we'd made love, we lay quietly tighter.

"How . . . are you and Nina doing," Sophie asked.

"Fine. She's beginning to get the hang of it."

Sophie was quiet for a moment.

"Did you . . . have you . . . done anything?" she finally asked.

"Yes," I answered, puzzled by her question. "We've been through a lot of 
exercises to test how much she has understood. It looks good."

"No, I mean . . . have you . . . done anything with her, you know?"

I didn't get it, but then again, I wasn't thinking along the same lines as 
Sophie was. I turned and looked at her worried face. Suddenly it dawned on 
me.

"You thought we'd had sex? Of course not. I mean, you're my girlfriend, 
right? And Nina probably also has a boyfriend. We've been so terribly 
boring, doing nothing but math. Why did you think . . . ?"

Sophie looked away, bashful.

"Sorry. I . . . Nina hasn't got a boyfriend and sometimes, she's . . . She's 
got a way with boys, you know, she knows what they like and so on. It 
doesn't matter that much to Nina."

"Hey, you don't have to be sorry. It's ok, but nothing has happened. I don't 
think Nina would do that to you. Nina is a pretty girl but you're just the 
most wonderful, prettiest, and sexiest girl I've ever met."

I held Sophie really tight and I could feel her shiver. It had probably been 
nagging her since I volunteered to help Nina with the math. She needed a 
little time to get rid of the thought again. That took a few minutes before 
she was ready to talk again.

"Do you think Nina is pretty?" Sophie asked.

"Not as pretty as you."

"No, seriously! Do you think she's pretty and sexy?"

"Yes, I guess I do."

"Nina says that most boys likes to have two girls together. Do you ever . . 
. think that way about Nina and me?"

She caught me completely by surprise.

"I uhh . . . I . . ."

Sophie giggled. "Nina's right, isn't she?"

When Nina first came to visit me with Sophie, seeing them on the sofa, 
whispering and giggling had sent my thoughts in that direction, but I hadn't 
actually fantasised about being with both of them. I could feel the heat in 
my cheeks.

"I think most boys - ahem - have that kind of fantasies, yes."

Sophie apparently though it was very funny that she had made me blush, but 
she got herself under control again and there was no end to the surprise 
questions that afternoon.

"Have you ever thought about being with another boy?"

"No! I mean, I know that some men like other men. Women too, but I've never 
felt anything like that."

"Do you think it's wrong?" Sophie continued, curious and very serious.

"No . . . No, I don't think it's wrong. It's just not me."

"But," Sophie hesitated. "You wouldn't mind if it was two girls?"

"No," that was a frequent fantasy. "I think that's . . . kind of sexy."

Sophie changed the subject before I could add anything to that statement.

"Are you . . . Do you like when a girl, you know, sucks on your cock?"

"Yes. But you don't have to, if you don't want to." I hastily added.

"I think I want to, but I don't really know what to do."

"Haven't . . ." I was going to ask if Nina hadn't told her, but I bit myself 
off. "Don't worry about that, you'll learn."

"Now?" Sophie asked, very enthusiastically.

"I'm afraid it will be in vain right now. It's only 15 minutes since . . . 
and I think it'll taste a little like rubber" I added as a joke.

Sophie looked disappointed. "Can't you wash the taste away?"

I couldn't help laughing. "That was just a joke. Of course I can. But I'm 
not sure I can get it up so soon after I've come!"

Sophie ignored my laughter and protest. A minute later, I had washed 
thoroughly and was lying on my back with Sophie kneeling between my legs. 
She took my almost limp cock between two fingers and keened down close to 
it.

"It smells of soap," she giggled nervously.

It struck me that this was the first time she seemed unsure of what to do 
but she gave me no time to think about it. She extended her tongue and 
touched the tip of my cock. The foreskin was still covering the head and I 
couldn't feel it that much, but it looked so cute. Tentatively, her tongue 
circled the head, before she opened her mouth and, despite my predictions, 
my cock started to grow.

Sophie changed her mind and instead of taking me into her mouth, she folded 
her fingers around the shaft of my half erect cock and pulled down the 
foreskin like she'd seen me do, when I put on the condom. The expression on 
her face was wonderful; concentrated, full of curiosity and anticipation, as 
if it was the first time she'd seen my cock. She turned her head a little, 
studying it closely before she opened her mouth again, this time lowering 
her head to engulf the head in her mouth. My cock grew in her mouth. Sophie 
noticed and looked up at me, questioningly but with a hint of pride in her 
eyes.

"Use your tongue and move your head up and down," I advised her.

I could feel her tongue circle the head. Then she began to move up and down 
very fast.

"Easy. You don't have to do it so fast, at least not in the beginning."

She slowed down and looked up at me for approval. I smiled at her.

"That feels so good," I said.

It did. My cock was hard again but still slightly numb after the first 
orgasm. I'd tried it before but not that often and what Sophie was doing 
felt as good as the best I'd tried. Better, actually. She looked so sexy, 
looking up at me. She was really trying to do her best.

After a minute or so, she stopped.

"Am I doing it right?"

"It feels so good, but I'm not sure that I can come again."

"OK, but can I do it a little longer? I kind of like it, now it doesn't 
taste of soap any more."

I couldn't help laughing at her last remark. "For as long as you want. I 
certainly like it."

Sophie continued for a long time, maybe ten minutes, but then she had to 
stop. It was time for her to go home and even though it was beginning to 
feel really good, good enough to make me come, I didn't want her to be late 
and get in trouble with her parents. In three weeks, we would have several 
whole days together and there would be plenty of time to do whatever we 
wanted.


The last two sessions with Nina went very well and I was confident that she 
would pass her exam with flying colours. Sophie's next visit would be on the 
day of the math exam, after the exam. I though a lot about the girls and 
their exam and I could hardly wait to get home and hear the result.

They were both there, when I got home. The look on their faces told me 
everything.

"So, how did you do?"

"I passed," Nina said, "and with good marks. My teacher was so impressed."

"Congratulations. And what about your?" I turned to Sophie after I'd opened 
the door to my flat.

"Great. I did really well too."

Both girls followed me into the flat. Nina apparently planned to stay, which 
meant that making love with Sophie was out of the question. Too bad but then 
again, it would only be two weeks and then it would be summer holidays. I 
put on the coffee and Nina had to excuse herself for a moment. Sophie 
snuggled in close to me and we kissed. As we heard Nina flush the toilet, we 
broke the kiss. I don't know why, really. I assumed that Nina knew we were 
lovers, but we did anyway.

"I got my thing, that's why I took Nina with me today." She whispered in my 
ear, just before Nina got back into the kitchen.

We had never talked about "Her thing" before, but it suddenly struck me that 
we must have been very lucky that it hadn't coincided with our brief time 
together before. I carried the coffee into the living room, preparing myself 
for a nice quite afternoon with the two girls. It became that, but with a 
little extra colouring.

(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001




The Neighbour's daughter.

Chapter 4.

The girls sat in the sofa as always. We were all very relived that the math 
exam was over and any thoughts about the rest of the exams was forgotten 
that afternoon. Apart from Nina telling me how grateful she was for my help, 
we couldn't talk about anything serious at all. Everything turned in to 
joking and laughter. We really had a great time.

Time passed very quickly and I was surprised when Nina suddenly got up and 
said she had to leave. I didn't really notice the looks she sent Sophie as 
she left. We were generally acting silly that afternoon, but as soon as I 
had closed the door, I realised that Sophie had a plan.

"You know, the thing we did last week?" she said as she put her arms around 
my neck. "I want to do that again. Can I?"

It was as if she asked a favour of me. Sophie was the only girl I'd met that 
saw it that way.

"I can't say no to you," I laughed.

I took off my jeans and underwear. Sophie looked at me for a second.

"Can't you take it all off?" she asked, with a giggle. "It looks kind of 
silly when you still have your shirt and socks on."

I complied and soon I was standing naked in front of her. It felt kind of 
funny, her fully dressed and me naked but thinking back, I remembered that 
it was often like that, just the other way around with Sophie naked and me 
dressed. Sophie pushed me down on the sofa and knelt between my legs.

"Don't you think you should take your dress off? It might get stained."

"But I got my thing, you know. We can't really . . ." Sophie protested.

"You can just take the dress off and maybe your bra. I like looking at you," 
I added.

Sophie smiled and pulled her dress off. Underneath, she was wearing a too 
small training bra which squeezed her breasts flat. Once that was off, it 
looked like her breasts swelled on her chest. As she knelt again, I leaned 
forward and caressed her beautiful breasts. She let me keep them there and 
put her hands on my thighs.

"Do you think you will come?" she asked, innocently.

"It's very likely. It was so good last time. I'll warn you."

"I want you to come," she said, smiling, before she closed her lips around 
my cock.

It felt even better than last time. Very slowly her tongue circled the rim 
of my head. Then she began moving her head up and down. I was in heaven. I 
moved my hands from her tits to her head, gently guiding her, although I 
didn't need to. There was no doubt that I was going to come and it wasn't 
going to be long, either.

I motioned her to go a little faster. She still had her hands on my thighs 
and I guess I got a little over enthusiastic. My cock hit the back of her 
throat a couple of times, making Sophie gag, but she didn't stop me. I tried 
to avoid it but it happened again and again. Maybe it was my sub conscience 
that made me do it, because I found the thought of my cock almost down her 
throat very arousing. Finally, it became too much for her and she wrapped 
her hand around my cock to control how deep I was going.

It also became too much for me. I took my hands off her head.

"Sophie, I'm getting close," I warned her, moaning more that saying it.

She pulled almost off and hesitated for a second, before she plunged down 
again and increased the speed. She began to caress my balls with her free 
hand and I thought I could feel the suction increase. It was too much for 
me.

I exploded into her mouth and it was wonderful to come without a condom. 
Sophie slowed down and my cum shot into her mouth in waves. I always 
refrained from masturbating for at least three days before Sophie's visits 
and the pressure was high, thus the release so much more powerful.

She didn't swallow it at first. When my cock had finished jerking in her 
mouth, she took it out and looked around, then up at me with a hint of panic 
on her face. I picked a coffee cup and handed it to her. Visibly relieved, 
she spit out my cum in the cup.

"God, it was wonderful, Sophie. Did it taste very bad?"

"No, not really. It was just . . . different from what I thought. I thought 
it was more like water. Are you very disappointed that I didn't swallow it?"

"No! Many girls spit it out afterwards. Actually, a lot of girls won't even 
go down on a boy, let alone let him come in their mouth."

"Maybe I'll try to swallow it next time. I was just . . ."

"Hey, no sweat. Once it has left me, I don't care that much any more," I 
joked.

Sophie smiled. "Well, I care. It's still part of you, in a way."

I'd never really thought of it that way.

            -   -     -

I had an interview for a job the day after my last exam. I'd already spoken 
to the man and he sounded like I had a good chance of getting the job. I was 
nervous when I came to the office. It was a good job and with my grades I 
should have a good chance of getting it, but I always had a nagging feeling 
that something could go wrong.

It was my first job interview and I'd expected it to be very formal, but it 
was quite relaxed. Mr. Othmar, head of personal, had a way of making me 
talk. He asked very few questions. After half an hour, that felt like a no 
more than ten minutes, he looked down in my papers.

"Well Eric, your paper are fine and I like your attitude. I think you'll fit 
in just fine. If you want the job, it's yours."

"Eh, thank you. I sure do." I answered, somewhat surprised.

"Welcome aboard then. I better tell you a little bit about what plans we 
have for you. The first month or so, you'll be in the head office, just to 
get to know your way around and some of your colleagues. Then you will be 
following one of the experienced accountants on his client visits. As you 
know, we do most of the work at the client's offices. When we feel you're 
ready for it, you will get your own client portfolio and go out on your 
own."

He paused for a moment, I guess to evaluate my reaction. Then he continued.

"This is not always a nine to five job. Sometimes, you will have to stay a 
little longer, if the client has a problem that needs to be dealt with. 
Unless it's several hours, we don't consider it to be overtime, but it's 
your responsibility to keep track of the hours you spend and then take time 
off, when it is compatible with your workload. It usually adds up in the 
end. Does it sound OK so far?"

"Yes. I'm used to working late, so it doesn't matter that much."

I certainly didn't mind the idea of being able to leave early every now and 
then. That would be more or less my only chance to see Sophie. It sounded 
better to say that I was used to working late than that I looked forward to 
time off.

"I've already told you about the salary, but is there anything else you'd 
like to asked me now?" he asked.

"No, not really."

"You can call me, if anything comes to mind, before you start. I take it 
you'd like a bit of vacation before you start. July the first will give you 
three weeks and it will be best if you start at the beginning of a month."

"That will be fine with me. I've been busy and it would be nice to relax a 
little."

"Yes. Everything is settled then. I'll send you the papers. You just read 
them and if every thing's ok, you sign them and send them back." He leaned 
back in the chair and threw the pen he'd been playing with on the table. 
"So, what are your plans for the future: house, car, family?"

"Something like that. I figure I'll stay in my flat until I've saved up a 
little. It's small, but it's also cheap, and I reckon I'll be able to save 
up a good sum pretty fast if I stay there. I would like a house. I'm kind of 
used to living in a house. A car would be nice too, but I can do without it, 
living so close to the city. It will only take me 15 minutes by bus to get 
here."

"Yes, there's no reason to buy a car to go to work," he interrupted me. 
"Parking is scarce and expensive here. I never take the car, unless I know 
I'm going to need it during the day. But it might come in handy, when you're 
going to visit clients. If everything goes well, you might get a company 
car. But don't expect it right away. It's not something you get on the first 
day."

"No, I understand. Do I have to go to several clients a day or do I spend a 
whole day at one client?' I asked.

"Usually several days at the same client but you might need to come here or 
go to a meeting somewhere else. It won't be a problem in the beginning."

There wasn't much more to be said so I went home, very satisfied with my new 
job and myself. I was home early and I knew Sophie would be home in an hour. 
I felt so tempted to buy a bottle of champagne on the way home, but I wasn't 
sure Sophie even liked it, and besides, I was pretty sure it would be 
catastrophic if her parents came home and found that she was the least bit 
intoxicated or smelling of alcohol. Instead, I bought some chocolates and 
pop. Not quite as fancy but it would have to do.

Sophie was very excited, when she heard about my job. We both knew that we 
would have a hard time seeing each other, and every little bit of light at 
the end of the tunnel gave her as much hope as it gave me. She hoped that 
her mum and dad would give her a little more freedom, once she started high 
school. They would have to face the fact that she wasn't a little girl any 
more, no matter how they dressed her. I shared her hopes but I wasn't so 
sure. Sophie's parents didn't seem to have a rational way of thinking. 
However, I kept my mouth shut about it so as not to spoil the good mood.

It was a warm day and my flat always got very hot, mainly because I only had 
windows on one side and couldn't get any real air movement. The chocolates 
were quickly melting and our fingers got sticky after eating the first one. 
Sophie complained, licked her fingers and got up to get a paper towel the 
kitchen. When she got back, I could tell by the look on her face that she'd 
got an idea.

"Take off your clothes," she said as she began to strip.

I'd assume that we would eat the chocolates first, before we made love but I 
didn't protest. I didn't care much for chocolates with Sophie around, so I 
quickly stripped. Considering the temperature in the flat, it was the only 
sensible thing to do anyway.

Sophie took a piece of chocolate and smeared it around her nipples. She 
didn't have to tell me what to do. While I was licking the chocolate off, 
she began smearing chocolate on my nipples. I might add here that I don't 
have a gorilla chest, only a few hairs around the nipples. As soon as I was 
finished, she began licking the chocolate off me. I took another chocolate 
and smeared on her breasts.

When Sophie had finished, she'd managed to get chocolate all over her lower 
face. I'd never realised how extremely erotic it could be to lick a girls 
face. When I'd finished her breasts as well, my face was smeared and Sophie 
licked it hungrily. It was just as good as licking her face.

I took the next chocolate and smeared it onto Sophie's stomach. While I 
licked it off, I out my hands on her buttocks, before Sophie could get her 
turn. Sophie squirmed as I feasted on her buttocks, but she couldn't grab 
hold of anything to steady herself, because her hands were really sticky by 
now.

Her next target was my inner thighs and balls. Now it was my turn to fight 
to keep my balance. Sophie spent a long time getting it all off again and I 
enjoyed every second of it. I'd never had anybody lick my balls before but I 
liked it.

Sophie had used the last piece of chocolate but there was plenty left on our 
hands. Standing in front of each other, we began to run our hands all over 
the front of each other's bodies. It was a mess but it was great fun.

We started licking each other's face. Pretty soon, we just licked whatever 
spot we could reach, wresting each other for the best position and we ended 
up at the floor, side by side, working our way down toward each other's 
crotch. We were both laughing like crazy until we reached our "final" 
destination and began to lick.

Sophie licked every inch of my shaft very thoroughly. I'd slipped a 
chocolate covered finger into her, making her moan loudly into my balls. I 
then did my best to lick and suck the chocolate from her dripping hole. My 
face was pressed hard against her. Sophie temporarily stopped licking my 
balls and ground her pussy against me.

When I realised that my tongue couldn't get more chocolate out of her, I 
concentrated on her clit. Sophie went wild and pushed me over on my back. 
She had me pinned down with her pussy over my face. Hungrily, she took as 
much of my cock into her mouth as she could and began to suck it hard and 
fast. I seriously began to doubt that I'd be able to make her come before I 
shot my own load. She was really wild.

Sophie was closer than I'd thought she was. Within a minute I could feel the 
tension build and slow down her actions, concentrating on her own pleasure. 
Lying under her as I did was a new way of experiencing her orgasm. All I 
could move was my tongue. She was in control and ground herself against me. 
I would be able to throw her off, because I was stronger than she was, but 
it would have been hard work.

I had licked her to orgasm several times before and knew she became very 
wet. This time, her pussy was overflowing like it had never done before. I 
was very pleased that she was so wet, once her orgasm hit her. She rubbed 
her pussy hard up and down over my face. My nose caught in her vagina 
several times. It hurt a little, but it would have been worse without the 
abundant lubrication.

She had stopped sucking me as her orgasm approached. She'd kept my cock in 
her mouth and as soon as she began to come she resumed her wild sucking. It 
was extremely exciting to see or rather feel her act so wildly, moaning and 
crying around my cock, throwing her head up and down over it. It was 
irresistible. I bucked madly but she had a firm grip around the shaft and 
controlled how deep she wanted to take me into her mouth. It didn't stop my 
orgasm, though. It was wild and wonderful and impossible for me to hold 
back.

My cum shot into Sophie's mouth. She slowed down a bit, moaning like she was 
eating a very sweet piece of chocolate. It really sounded as if she liked 
it. I did. Some of my cum leaked out but when I was finished, she still had 
the major part of my load in her mouth. She kept her lips tightly sealed and 
she pulled off. Then she sat up and turned around, her eyes smiling proudly, 
obviously still with my cum in her mouth. I followed the swallowing motion 
on her neck. She fought to keep a straight face, but she couldn't hide her 
discomfort.

"Was it that bad?" I asked her.

"I kind of like the taste of it, but the consistency is yucky. I don't think 
I'll ever get used to swallowing it," She answered, making a face like she'd 
just chewed a lemon.

She shifted a little and we both noticed how sticky we really were. A bath 
was called for and it would have been great to shower together, but my 
bathroom was simply too small, so we showered separately, Sophie first, then 
me. We didn't have much time to talk afterwards, but it didn't matter. In 
just five days, we would have ten whole days together.



To be continued.



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