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The Neighbor's daughter. Chapter1. 
When I first moved away from home, I had never thought my new
neighbors 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 categorized 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 neighbor, Mrs. Larsen." 
Then she realized 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 neighbor, 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 neighborhood, but I feel
comfortable here. In addition, 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 late before I got back, and I'd had a 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 neighbors 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 Petersons 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 Petersons. 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 two mosquitoes had bitten her, 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
say 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 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. In
addition, 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 criticized 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 realized 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 many 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
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. On the other hand, 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 of 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 realized 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 realize 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 usually 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 centered 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 color 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 ass 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 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 hard to
contain myself. I was 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 realized that
it would be a fortnight before we could be together again. 
It was going to be a long two weeks. 
  
The Neighbor'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 an 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 rather 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 woolen
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 lay 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
and 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 bad and others that they'd hardy noticed. I wouldn't want
to hurt Sophie. In addition, 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 anything 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 traveled, 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 were 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. 
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. 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, 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 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 want to be with you," Sophie said, interrupting my thoughts. 
"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 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? 
 
The Neighbor'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 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 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 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 realize
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 doesn't have 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 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 like 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 fantasized 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 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 colors. 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 coloring. 
The Neighbor's daughter. Chapter 4. 
The girls sat in the sofa as always. We were all very relieved 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 realized 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 favor 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 repeatedly. Maybe
my sub conscience 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 is 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 had 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 ask 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 somewhat 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. However, 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
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 had 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 realized 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 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. 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 realized 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 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,
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. 
  
The Neighbor's daughter. Chapter 5. 
  
My parents were a bit surprised that I wanted to stay in my flat
instead of being spoiled at home, but I told them I wanted to relax
and clean up, before I came home the last week before I was going to
start in my new job. I hadn't told them about Sophie. It seemed too
complex to be easily explained. I did go home on the weekend to
celebrate. I'd told them I'd skipped my old job and, on Sunday, just
before I was going back, mum pulled me aside and gave me some extra
money. Dad drove me to the station and just before he went back, he
too gave me a little money, "to spoil myself while I clean up." In
all, it made up for the missing paycheck, almost. 
Sunday evening was lonely. Mts. Larsen was not feeling too well and
preferred to be alone and I didn't feel like going out. I found myself
with nothing to do, no homework, no books to study, nothing. Even the
telly was boring. I began to think about the two weeks ahead of me,
two whole weeks with Sophie. I though about how much I liked Sophie --
loved her, actually. I thought about how our relationship had
developed over the past three, almost 4 years. How much she'd grown.
The more I thought about Sophie, the more that one little thing that
had been bothering me about her became present in my mind. 
It was nothing, really, just a hunch. I first noticed when we kissed
the first time. It was only natural that Sophie was curious about boys
and sex. She'd learned about sex in school and Nina had provided her
with intimate details of her adventures for a long time. The fact that
her parents were very strict couldn't keep her from being curious
about it. When we kissed the first time, it was as if she'd tried it
before. Not that it mattered much, but it gave me the nagging feeling
that there was something she hadn't told me. 
I got the same impression when I went down on her the first time. She
didn't react at all as I had expected. I'd gone down on two girls
before, both of whom had never tried it before, and their reaction had
been quite different. Of course, Nina could have told her so much
about it that she knew what it would be like, but I wasn't sure. I had
the same feeling when we made love the first time. The only thing that
had her concerned was that I remembered the condom almost before we
got started. It was more or less the only sign of inexperience she had
shown. 
She was so at ease with being with me and that puzzled me. Usually, I
put it down to Nina and all the things she probably told Sophie, but
sometimes, I wondered if she'd been seeing somebody, apart from Nina,
after school and still was. In a way I could understand if she did. I
mean, she had a healthy appetite for sex and so did I. If I hadn't
been so busy with my studies, I might have felt the need to see
somebody else, too. After all, we only saw each other once a week,
tops. 
It wasn't something that had bothered me much until later. First,
because I'd found that I cared a lot more about Sophie than I had for
any other girl. I hoped that she felt the same way about me and the
thought that she had somebody else was unpleasant. Secondly, Sophie
sometimes acted as if there was something she wanted to tell me but
she always seemed to lose her nerve. 
Finally, I pushed it aside, promising myself that I'd have to ask what
it was she wanted to tell me. My parents had always told me that, if
there was something bothering me, it was better to get it over and
with and tell it as it was, instead of carrying it around. It wasn't
always easy but I'd learned over the years that they were right about
it, in the end. 
  
Monday morning and everything was forgotten. It was so relaxed and
wonderful. It rained all day and the air was warm and humid. Sophie
knocked on my door less than fifteen minutes after her parents had
gone to work, at eight o'clock. I was expecting her and had been up
since seven, going to the baker for fresh bread. Sophie had only
showered and put on a long dress. We ate breakfast together and
generally relaxed. 
We made love, very slowly and tenderly. For the first time, we didn't
have to hurry. We had eight hours to ourselves, and after breakfast we
laid out my duvet, some pillows, and blankets on the living room
floor. We had more room and freedom to move around as we pleased that
way. We took turns, bringing each other so close and then stopping,
because we had time, plenty of time. After two hours, Sophie's pussy
was swollen and had a deep red glow. Her clit was so sensitive that I
could hardly touch it. My cock was also hurting but neither of us
would give in and end it. 
After another hour, Sophie's nipples were as sore as her clit and we
finally agree to put an end to it. Sophie helped me put the condom on
and straddled me. She just let herself slide down on my cock, sitting
straight up. I was so deep in her that I could feel her cervix
tickling the tip of my cock. She rocked back and forth with increasing
intensity. I'd feared that I'd explode the second she impaled herself
on me, but it was as if my cock was numb. The condom helped too, I
guess. 
Sophie rubbed herself against me until she came and then stopped and
got off. Her clit couldn't take anymore. Instead, she got down on her
hands and knees. I loved that. Sophie was irresistibly sexy in that
position. Her curves showed so beautifully and she looked so inviting.
I could see every move and how my cock stretched her. The only bad
thing about it was that I never lasted long in this position and this
time was no different. 
We had built up an appetite and I prepared lunch for us. While we were
eating, I suddenly heard a phone ring. 
"Sophie, is that your phone?" 
"Oh God, it might be mum." 
The look on Sophie's face was sheer panic, when she noticed the second
ring. She flew up and rushed to the door, then remembered that she had
left her key in the living room and rushed back and to get it. The
phone rang the third time. I heard the fourth ring while she fumbled
with the key in the lock. I prayed that she would make it or that it
would be somebody who'd dial a wrong number. 
It took a couple of minutes before Sophie was back. She's made it and
it was her mum. 
"I told her I was in the bathroom when she called, and she bought it,"
Sophie smiled, relieved. 
"I hadn't thought about that. She never calls you, does she? I mean,
before, in the afternoon." 
"No, usually not. She can't get to a phone in the afternoon. It's her
lunch break now. She didn't really want anything." 
"So, do you think she suspects anything?" I asked. 
"No. I think she thought I was bored. She knows Nina's got a job and
will be working almost all summer long." 
"Can't even use Nina as an excuse." 
"Nina's coming around tonight and she has Thursday off. Will it be ok
if she joins us Thursday? I know she wants to. She likes you, you
know," Sophie added with a cheeky smile. 
"No sweat. We have lots of time," I answered. 
Then it was there again. The feeling that Sophie had something she
wanted to tell me, but she only just opened her mouth, then stopped
and looked away. I had to know. 
"Sophie, I know that there's something you've been trying to tell me.
Something is nagging you, and it is beginning to nag me too. Please
tell me what it is." 
"I," Sophie started but trailed off again. 
I waited a moment while Sophie looked away, biting her lower lip. 
"Please tell me, Sophie. I know it's bothering you. We've got to be
honest with each other, if we're going to be together." I hesitated
for a moment. "I love you, Sophie." 
"She took a deep breath. " I . . . I don't know how to say it. It's .
. ." 
"Just take all the time you need to explain. Start from the
beginning," I coaxed her. 
"It's . . . about Nina," She finally said. "She . . . you know she's
told me a lot about boys and things like that and . . . I couldn't
really do anything. I never went to parties. When Nina could come over
after school, we talked a lot about it, I mean, there was nobody there
to, you know, disturb us. And one day, Nina wanted to show me how to .
. . kiss." 
The last word was just whispered. Sophie was embarrassed and it was
hard for her to get it out. I was beginning to get an idea about where
this was leading, but I didn't say anything. I was probably wrong
about another boy, but I could be wrong again. It was better just to
give her time. 
"It was kind of awkward at first, you know, to kiss a girl but it felt
good and Nina show me how a boy would . . . feel me up, you know,
while kissing. It was . . . it felt so good and with all the things
she'd told me, I got really hot. I was so ashamed but Nina told me it
was ok. You know, Nina says that you should try everything at least
one time, to see if you like it." 
"My mum always told me that, too, but that was usually at dinnertime
and I think she was talking about food," I said to ease the mood a
little. Sophie smiled a weak smile but it didn't make her relax. 
"The next day, we talked about it and Nina asked if I'd," Sophie
hesitated. She blushed fiercely. "She asked if I'd touched myself,
after she'd gone home. I was so embarrassed. It's not something you
talk about, but Nina says it is. So I told her that I . . . had but I
. . . didn't know how to get there, you know, come." 
She was still looking down, very embarrassed. "I'm used to talking
about it now, with Nina, but it feels . . . difficult telling you." 
"It's ok. You don't have to be ashamed. It's ok to talk about it," I
reassured her, even though I probably would find it extremely
embarrassing to tell anybody that I masturbated. I know we all do, but
I certainly also knew what Sophie was feeling, talking about it. 
"Do boys also talk about these things?" 
"Eh, we also talk about sex but maybe in a different way," I said,
cowardly avoiding the central point in her question but it seemed to
make Sophie relax a little. "Go on," I added. 
"I told Nina that I couldn't, you know, and she asked me if I wanted
her to show me. I was so embarrassed, but I was also so hot, so I said
yes. We sat in front of each other on my bed and she explained how she
did it. It was strange to sit like that with no clothes on and look at
her pussy. It's so much easier for Nina. She just does that kind of
thing. Anyway, she showed me and I tried to do it like her and it felt
good - I couldn't, you know, come, In front of her, I just couldn't." 
She'd overcome her initial shyness and it seemed to be easier for her
to talk about it now. Had it been a boy she was talking about, I would
probably have been jealous but, hearing about the two girls, made me
excited instead. The image that formed in my mind of the girls sitting
in front of each other and masturbating was very exiting. 
"Nina got pretty hot too and she asked me if I wanted her to show me
what it felt like if . . . if somebody touched me. I was hot and it
seemed so natural for Nina, so she began to touch me. It felt so much
better than when I did it myself. Nina kissed me and touched my tits
too and it suddenly felt awfully good." 
Sophie giggled nervously, but she giggled. "I was so embarrassed, but
Nina just asked me if it felt good, and I had to admit that it did,
and she just said that it was ok then. And she was right." 
She looked at me, kind of looking for approval I guess. I nodded. I
was too excited to speak. 
"Nina was really hot and I . . . I felt I owed her, you know. I guess
I was curious too. I think Nina's pretty and all. Not like a boy but
still . . . I asked her if she wanted me to do the same for her and
she did." 
Sophie took a deep breath and looked anxiously at me. I smiled
reassuringly at her, still unsure of my voice. 
"We began doing it almost every afternoon. Nina showed me other ways
to do it, you know," she giggled, less nervous this time. I guess I
was still smiling kind of silly. 
"It was good with Nina but I still wanted you," Sophie continued. "But
you didn't see me, you know, like that. I mean, you talked to me like
a grownup and all that but you didn't notice me, when I tried to . . .
you know. Then Nina came up with the idea that I could borrow some of
her clothes. I didn't dare, because I was afraid that mum would find
them, so I came up with the idea of asking you if I could try some of
yours on. Nina said I should leave the door open while I changed or
something like that but I forgot. I could see that you'd noticed me
but you still didn't do anything. I don't know where I got the courage
to ask you about my tits. Nina has such nice tits. I wish I had too." 
"You have wonderful tits," I interrupted her. 
She blushed and smiled. 
"Did you really plan how to make me take the bait?" I asked. 
"Yes," Sophie giggled. "It was so embarrassing when I tied the knot so
tight. I thought I was going to die." 
Even though we'd been making love all morning and I was sure I was
completely spent, my jeans were getting very tight. Sophie waited for
me to say something. I didn't know what to say. I'd feared that she'd
been seeing somebody else, another man, and in a way she had, but it
was Nina and that was different. I'd grown up in a society where it
was unimaginable that two women would live together like lovers. Sure,
I'd seen pictures with two women in my brother's girlie magazines, but
that was different. Women were allowed to do that kind of things. Two
girls could dance with each other at parties and nobody would be
bothered about it. Women were allowed to be intimate with each other.
Nina wasn't a threat at all; it was just exciting. I cleared my throat
the best I could. 
"I knew that Nina had told you about sex, but I'd never imagined that
she'd shown you," I said. 
"Nina says it's ok. Do you think it's wrong?" Sophie anxiously asked. 
"No. I was afraid that you were seeing another man," I couldn't help
laughing a little. "And you were afraid that I'd be having sex with
Nina instead of teaching her math." 
"No, I wasn't really afraid of that. I mean, I'm not really in a
position to complain, am I? I was afraid that Nina would tell you
about what we were doing before I had a chance. I meant to tell you
before but I was afraid you'd be mad at me. Nina sometimes talks
before she thinks and she could have said something." 
"Oh! Well she didn't and I'm not mad at you. Actually," I smiled at
her," I find it quite exciting." 
"You do? Nina said that you would. She says all men do." 
"Nina says a lot of things," I said and I looked very serious at her
before I continued. I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help
teasing her a little. "Are you still doing it with Nina?" 
Sophie nodded reluctantly. 
"I am jealous," I said and deliberately paused to tease her. She
looked terrified. I quickly continued. "I've never seen a girl
masturbate." 
Sophie looked relieved. She hesitated for a moment. 
"I can show you, if you want." 
Even though I found the idea very exciting, it was only meant as a
joke. 
"No, when I'm with you, I want to be the one that makes you come.
That's probably why I've never seen a girl masturbate." 
"Have you seen a boy do it?" Sophie asked. 
"No, none except me." 
We sat in silence for a moment. Then Sophie cuddled up close to me on
the sofa and hugged me. 
"I'm so glad you didn't get mad at me," she said. She noticed my
predicament and put her hand on my erection. "Is that just because I
told you about Nina and me?" 
"Yes." 
"Do you think Nina is pretty?" 
"Yes," I said and hastily added, "not as pretty as you. You are so
sexy." 
Sophie blushed. "But you like her, don't you?" 
"I like her. I love you. There is a great difference." 
Sophie was still rubbing me through my pants. She looked very
thoughtful. Then she began to undo my jeans. 
"Nina says she can get it all into her mouth and throat," Sophie said
and looked up at me. "Do you think it's true?" 
Sophie had pulled my cock out and was stroking it lightly. It was very
distracting. 
"Some girls can, I think." 
"She says that it's all about controlling your gag reflex. I've tried
with a finger and I can almost do it without gagging, but this is much
bigger," she said and looked down at my cock. 
I found it hard to believe that anybody really could do it, but I
didn't get much time to think about it. Sophie's lips closed around my
cock and slowly she took it into her mouth until it hit the back of
her throat. I could feel her trying to put a little more pressure on,
but then she gagged and stopped. 
"No, I can't do it," she said and stared at my cock again. "It's too
big." 
"I don't care," I said and got up. "Come on, take your clothes off." 
Sophie obliged, smiling happily. We hurried into the bedroom and spent
the rest of the afternoon there. 
  
The Neighbor's daughter. Chapter 6. 
  
Tuesday and Wednesday were spent pretty much like Monday. We ate
breakfast together, made love and talked. We usually spent an hour in
Sophie's apartment around lunchtime, in case her mum called again, but
she didn't. We'd talked about Thursday and Nina and Sophie had hinted
that Nina had a surprise for me, because I'd helped her with the math.
I'd told her I didn't want anything in return for my help. She could
always do something for me one day, but she'd apparently disobeyed me
and bought something. 
I was more interested in the possibly of doing something together, the
three of us, something sexual. I just wasn't sure if the girls were
interested. Nina liked me, but this didn't necessarily mean that she
liked me in the way that she wanted to share Sophie with me in the
same bed, or have sex with me. I was sure Sophie wouldn't protest. As
she put it, she wasn't in a position to complain. The only thing was
that she probably would say yes, even if she didn't want to. She did
say that she was worried that Nina would tell on them before she had a
chance, but I wasn't sure that it was the whole truth about her
worries. She had asked me if Nina and I did something, when I was
doing math with Nina and I was still afraid that this was exactly what
she worried about. 
Over the following days, I tried as discretely as possible to hint at
the subject, but either I was too subtle or else Sophie didn't want to
talk about it. All it could get from her was a silly giggle, if
anything at all. After a couple of attempts, I decided to wait and see
what happened Thursday. 
On Thursday morning, Sophie came in and ate breakfast as usual. The
breakfast had almost given her away. On Tuesday, her mum had noticed
that she hadn't eaten any Cornflakes. Sophie had managed to come up
with some kind of explanation, but the rest of the two weeks, she came
in with some Cornflakes and some milk every morning, just to make it
look like she ate something. 
Nina arrived around nine, dressed in a red tube top that left the
lower part of her midriff bare. Even though she had a little extra
padding on her stomach, it looked very sexy. The tight, white shorts
added to that by showing off her tan. She was already dark brown. She
blushed when I looked her over as I let her in. She had done that in
the beginning as well, but had long since stopped blushing. I put it
down to the fact that Sophie had no doubt told her that she'd told me
about their relationship. 
Nina plunged down on the sofa next to Sophie and there was a little
whispering and tittering. That hadn't changed although it continued
for a longer time this morning. After a while, I felt like joining the
conversation. 
"So, how's your job?" 
Nina sobered. "It's great. I'm looking after the Mini Golf course in
the park. It's mainly kids and the hardest part of the job really is
to arbitrate when they get in a row over the game. As long as the
weather stays like this, it's the best job in the world." 
Neither of the girls felt like following up. More giggling followed.
They were exceptionally silly this morning. 
"Are you going on holiday with your mum and brother, Nina?" I asked,
once more trying to get some kind of conversation started. 
"No. Mum can't afford it and I'd rather make some money. My brother
will be going to a two weeks summer camp." Nina hesitated. "The only
thing is that I won't see much of Sophie." She said and blushed. 
"You can see her after work, can't you?" I asked, knowing very well
that they couldn't do what they wanted to, while Sophie's parents were
home. Both Nina and Sophie blushed. 
"You know what I mean!" Nina said. 
I laughed and nodded. "Kind of a surprise." 
Nina bit her lip and looked at Sophie. They were both tense and their
eyes were shining with excitement. I could sense a little anxiousness
but it was overshadowed by strong feelings of something very exciting
waiting to happen. Nina was suddenly very nervous. She tried to say
something, but both girls started laughing and she had to wait and
start over. Finally, on the third attempt, she got it out. 
"Sophie said that there was something you wanted to see which you'd
never seen and I thought that . . . I mean, you know you said like,
you didn't want anything in return for the tutoring, and that someday
I might be able to do something for you? So I thought . . . I mean, I
want to show you, you know, what it's like when a girl masturbates." 
I didn't know what to say. I was expecting something different. That
possibility hadn't crossed my mind at all but it sure sounded very
hot. In the back of my mind, I guess I also imagined that it was
leading to more. Seeing my confusion, the girls began laughing again.
That gave me a little time to consider my answer. I didn't really come
up with anything intelligent. 
"That sounds really hot, Nina," was the best I could do. 
It suddenly felt like we were sitting in a sauna. The girl had hot red
cheeks and mine felt like they were exactly the same. Nina looked
shyly around, avoiding my eyes for a moment. Then she took a deep
breath and pulled her tube top over her head. The white lace bra
underneath presented her breasts in the most beautiful way,
contrasting her tanned skin like the shorts did. Even though there
were tan lines, the skin was still darker than Sophie's or mine. She
reached back to undo her bra but somehow she couldn't make her fingers
do what she wanted them to. He turned her back to Sophie. 
"Help me," she cried desperately but still cheerfully. 
Sophie helped her out of the bra and it seemed to me as if she
deliberately brushed her hands over Nina's breasts. It made the
temperature in the room seem to rise a few degrees more. Nina stood
up, facing me and I got a good look at her breasts. Unlike Sophie's
smaller breasts, they couldn't fight gravity and sagged a little. Her
nipples were surrounded by very big, dark areolas. When she leaned
over towards me, pulling her shorts down, I felt a strong urge to
reach out and feel the weight of her breasts. They looked so heavy. 
I didn't get a chance to see her panties. When she stood again, she
was naked as the day she was born, except for the lush growths of dark
hair between her legs. She stood for a second, obviously observing me
as much as I was studying her. Then she plunged down on the sofa
again. Her body was as sexy as I had ever imagined it to be. 
Nina was still nervous and acted as if she didn't really know what to
do next. She shifted, still with her legs tight together and looked
over at Sophie. For a moment I though Sophie was involved in the show
as well, but that didn't seem to be the case. They exchanged excited
looks before Nina leaned back on the sofa and began to caress her
breasts. At that point in time, I didn't have time to look at Sophie. 
Nina's eyes focused on my crotch, at least it looked that way to me,
and I became very aware of my own, very visible, excitement. For a
brief moment, I was embarrassed and wanted to try to hide the bulge in
my jeans, but then I thought about the situation and realized that it
was ridiculous. The whole purpose of this was the excitement. 
Nina's legs parted and my eyes drifted from her breasts to her crotch.
Even though she was very hairy, I could make out a pair of fat outer
lips, dark and glistening. They were big but not big enough to cover
her inner lips and, to my surprise, they couldn't cover her clitoris,
either. It was as big as her nipples and peaking out from under its
hood. My view was suddenly obstructed by Nina's hand, cupping her
pussy but she soon spread her fingers a little. The situation excited
her too. She was already wet and could easily slip two fingers into
herself, lubricating them with her own juices before she pulled them
out and began to play with her clit. 
All my attention was concentrated on her hand, playing with her clit
at first. Then I began to notice the strong scent of sex that filled
the room. I began to notice how her breathing changed and how her
fingers moved more and more rigorously on her clit. Every now and then
she dug one or two fingers deep inside herself, pressing the palm of
her hand against her clit. She began to moan and her eyes were closed,
her face showing all the sighs of concentration. 
Nina had slipped down lower and lower on the sofa and her ass was
resting on the edge. She'd put her feet on the low table in front of
the sofa and her legs were spread wide. Her position, her breathing
and moaning, everything about her was sexy. I looked over at Sophie
and saw her sitting with her mouth open and her hand pressed tightly
against her crotch, rocking back and forth. Looking down at myself, I
saw my hand rubbing the bulge in my jeans. I felt like taking all my
clothes off but I didn't want to do anything that might disturb this
fantastic show. 
Any perception of time had completely disappeared. Nina might have
masturbated for hours or just a second, I don't know. All I know is
that it was incredibly exciting to watch. She had both hands in her
crotch now, making sure that her clit wasn't left unattended while she
was gathering moisture from her vagina. Her fingers didn't just dig in
for lubrication any more; she fucked herself deeply with two fingers,
only occasionally taking them out to spread her juices over her now
very big and swollen clit. 
I looked at her whole body now, how she bucked her hips against her
fingers and how her face was contorted in a strange grimace. I'd never
ever studied a girl approaching orgasm this way before and I regretted
that. It was such an arousing and beautiful sight. All good things
must come to an end, and Nina was quickly and determinedly working
towards the end of this fabulous show. I could feel the table being
pressed hard against my knees as Nina's body strained. She couldn't
push the table away and instead she tilted sideways, leaning against
Sophie. 
Sophie put her arm protectively around Nina, holding her while she
jerked and whimpered, the orgasm very visibly overpowering her. It
looked as if Nina didn't want to come on her own; she needed someone
to hold her. It looked cute and gave me a funny kind of warm, safe
feeling for Nina. When Nina had calmed down a little, Sophie leaned
her head against Nina's and embraced her tighter. For the first time I
felt a sting of jealousy but I pushed it away. It looked so lovely,
Sophie holding Nina as the last tremors of her orgasm made her shiver.
We sat in silence for a while. Personally, I just needed a little time
to digest this fantastic experience. It was going to be something that
I'd be thinking about in the future, when I masturbated. Nina slowly
came back to earth in Sophie's arms. 
"My God, Nina. That was fantastic," I said. 
"Thanks," Nina said, looking timidly down. 
She nuzzled closer to Sophie. Really close, cozy and comfortable. I
felt a little left out, seeing them so close. Maybe it showed. 
"Why are you sitting so far away," Nina said with a very soft voice.
She sat up and Sophie shifted to make room for me next to her. I was
there in a blink of an eye. Sophie greeted me with a deep kiss. Then
she turned to Nina, kissing her. Seeing a boy and a girl kiss didn't
really mean much to me, but seeing two girls kiss was all together
different. 
When they broke the kiss, Sophie turned to me again, her eyes shining
like stars. We kissed again, but this time Nina joined us. It was
difficult to kiss three at the same time. Our tongues played together
and it was more fun than erotic, but it felt nice. It felt intimate
and it was exciting in the way it held a promise. 
Both Nina and I had an arm around Sophie's shoulders and I could feel
Nina's smooth skin. Nina had broken off from the three-way kiss and
whispered something in Sophie's ear. Sophie broke our kiss and
whispered something to Nina. The whispering was something I probably
never would become a part of. Sophie stood and Nina and I pulled her
long dress off. As always when she visited me, Sophie was naked under
the dress. Nina playfully tweaked Sophie's nipple, making her squeal
and fall back on the sofa. Nina and I attacked her nipples
relentlessly with first out fingers then our mouths. Sophie gasped and
arched her back, pushing her breast up against us. I moved my hand up
along her thigh but Sophie stopped me. She began to tug at my shirt
and I got the message. I stood and pulled my shirt off while the girls
eagerly took care of my jeans and boxers. 
I resumed where I'd left off, kissing Sophie's nipple, and caressing
her thigh, moving rapidly towards her pussy. Nina used much the same
strategy and out hands met in Sophie's crotch. She was very wet and
very, very hot. It was strange but exciting to feel Nina's fingers
there, too. Sophie enjoyed the attention she was getting, purring like
a cat. She pulled her leg up over mine to give us more room. Her thigh
was pressed against my cock. It rather disturbed her concentration. 
Sophie leaned over towards Nina and whispered something to her. Nina
let go of Sophie's nipple. 
"What?" Nina asked. 
"I want to see you do it." 
"Do . . . Oh that. OK, but you too." 
I didn't quite follow the conversation but I was sure I'd see what it
was about in a second. Nina and Sophie slipped down on the floor and
both moved in between my legs, pushing them wide apart. 
"You first," Nina said and pushed Sophie towards my cock. Sophie
caught my cock between her lips and sucked the head in, pushing down
the foreskin with her lips. She took a deep breath and sucked in my
cock until the head hit the back of her throat, making her gag.
Slowly, she eased off and tried once more, stopping only when my cock
was pressed hard against the back of her throat. 
"I can't," Sophie said as she let out my cock. "You show me." 
She back off and let Nina get closer. Nina sucked in the head in much
the same way Sophie had done. Moving up and down a few times, she
covered my cock with saliva, making it slick. It was literally running
down the shaft. Then she opened her mouth wide and began slowly moving
down over my cock. The head hit the back of her throat and like Sophie
she gagged but kept the pressure. I could feel her swallow more than I
could see it. She increased the pressure, then backed off, letting
more saliva run down my cock. She looked up at me, smiling, her mouth
as wet as my cock. She dove again and again I felt the pressure on the
head on my cock. This time, she didn't back off. She swallowed and I
watched in awe as my cock slowly disappeared into her mouth. Some
strange sounds accompanied every fraction of an inch that went down
her throat, but finally her lips touched the base of my shaft and her
nose was nuzzling in my pubic hair. 
I'd heard about girls that could do this, but I'd never been convinced
that it could actually be done, or that there was any girl that would
want to do it, but Nina actually had every inch of my hard cock
stuffed into her mouth and throat. Just the thought of it was close to
making me come, not to mention the extreme pressure of her tight
throat. 
"Wow, you can really do it," Sophie said with admiration in her voice.
"I can see it! Your throat is bulging," she added. 
It was simply unbelievable. Nina only kept my cock in her throat for a
few seconds before she backed off. It was almost as fascinating to see
it emerge again as it was seeing it go in. Nina coughed and cleared
her throat after my cock was all out. 
"I can't understand how you can do it," Sophie said. 
I had to clear my throat, too. "Nina, you are incredible. How can you
do that?" 
"Fat girls have to know a few tricks to stay in the competition," Nina
replied. 
"Come on, Nina. You're not fat. Strongly built but not fat. You are
very beautiful with some very dangerous curves," I protested. 
"Half the girls in school would kill for your tits," Sophie joined in.
"Ok, OK. I didn't mean it that seriously, but you have to admit that
there are a few pounds here and there that I could do without," Nina
said, apparently surprised at our reaction. 
"I love every one of them," Sophie said and hugged Nina tightly. Then
Sophie turned to me. "Not the same way I love you," she said
apologetically, smiling nervously. I leaned forward and hugged them
both. 
Nina snaked herself out of our embrace. "Let's not start a therapy
group here. Honestly, I was only joking about it. But thanks," she
added smiling. 
"Doesn't it, I mean, it's not because I think my cock is particularly
big or anything but doesn't it hurt to get something that size down
your throat?" I asked. 
"It takes a little getting used to," Nina said. "But it's worth it,
when you see how the boys react?" she added with a naughty smile. 
Nina stood and pulled Sophie up. They began to whisper again. It was
really becoming a bad habit and I'm sure that whatever they were
talking about, involved me, so they might as well say it aloud. I
didn't say anything though. I rather liked the element of surprise. 
  
The Neighbor's daughter. Chapter 7. 
  
The girls didn't whisper for long. Sophie danced into the bedroom and
returned a second later with a condom. The sofa table had already been
pushed back a little but Nina pushed it completely out of the way. 
"We need some room here. You should get a bigger bed, you know," Nina
said. 
"It's high on my list of things I want, when I get some money. Now,
what are you two up to?" 
"Oh, I think you'll like this, even though it's Sophie who's going to
be in the middle," Nina replied, kneeling down in front of me to put
on the condom. 
Sophie sat down next to me and watched as Nina put on the condom. Nina
took great care, rolling it on very slowly. She backed off a little
and Sophie stood up and straddled my legs with her back to me. As she
slowly descended, Nina reached between her legs and grabbed my cock.
She teased Sophie a little, rubbing my cock all over her pussy, making
it impossible for Sophie to get it into her vagina. Sophie quickly got
impatient. 
"Come on, Nina. Don't do that," Sophie complained as she tried to sway
to get herself into the right position. 
Nina apparently took pity on her and held my cock still at Sophie's
opening but Sophie had lost her balance and instead of a slow decent,
she tumbled half way backwards and down, forcing my cock deep into
herself on one go. Even though the condom had been lubricated a
little, when Nina teased Sophie, it felt as if it was a little too dry
for it to be pleasant, having my cock forced in like that. At the same
time, the way Sophie fought to keep her balance and then stumbled was
comical and we all laughed. 
Sophie leaned back against me, resting her head on my shoulder. I
couldn't move very much, especially when Nina put Sophie's feet on my
thighs. Not that Sophie was very heavy but with all her weight resting
on me, I just lifted her if I tried to move inside her. It was
probably a good thing, though. If I had been able to move, it might
all have been over quickly. I put my hands on Sophie's tits and began
to play with her nipples while I watched as Nina crawled in between
our legs and began to lick Sophie's pussy. Sophie gasped and a shiver
went through her. 
"Oh god, of god, oh god," Sophie whimpered. 
I tried to imagine what it felt like for Sophie to be licked while
having a cock buried deep in her pussy and her nipples played with and
the thought made me jealous. Not really jealous of course, but it had
to feel very, very good. Sophie arched her back, pushing my cock a
little deeper and that felt pretty good, too. I couldn't see what Nina
was doing, but I could hear the slurping and feel how Sophie's muscles
contracted around my cock. I assume that was when Nina licked Sophie's
clit. 
There was no doubt in my mind that Nina was teasing her. Sophie was so
excited and I knew she would want Nina to keep a steady rhythm,
licking her clit directly, but Nina didn't. I could feel Nina's tongue
on the base of my cock every now and then and I could hear Sophie's
frustrated whimper every time it happened. Sophie put her hands on
Nina's head to try and make her lick her clit but Nina took her hands
away. It was difficult for Nina to lick and hold Sophie's hands as
well, so I grabbed Sophie's hands and held them. 
Sophie began to buck her hips in an effort to make Nina's mouth and
tongue hit the right spot, I guess. Nina put her arms around Sophie's
thighs to hold her in place. Sophie was now unable to move very much
and Nina could tease her as she pleased. I managed to get a good hold
of both Sophie's wrists with one hand, leaving the other free to play
with her nipples again. I needed something to keep my mind occupied.
Even if Sophie wasn't moving, her internal muscles were caressing my
cock and I was getting dangerously close. 
Receiving so much attention was driving Sophie up the walls and even
Nina's teasing couldn't stop Sophie from coming. When Nina sensed that
there was no going back, she stopped teasing and concentrated on
Sophie's clit. It was really hard to keep her still as her orgasm
rushed through her, but Nina didn't let go until Sophie was unable to
take any more licking and asked Nina stop. Even that was difficult:
Sophie was very short of breath and could hardly get the words out. 
Once free, Sophie began moving up and down over my cock. I let go of
her hands and held on to her tits. I was already way passed the point
of no return when Nina cupped my balls and began playing with them.
That was it! I felt a surge in my stomach and then the explosion. I'd
been so extremely excited by it all and held back for so long. Now
that I finally came, it felt like I was going to pass out. I jerked,
bouncing Sophie up and down a couple of times. She fell down on me,
driving my cock a little deeper than before; at least it felt that way
even though I think it was just an illusion. It couldn't possible get
in deeper in this position, but it felt so good. 
When the last drop was emptied into the condom, Sophie collapsed on
top of me. Nina kissed her way up from Sophie's thighs to her mouth,
kissed her deeply and slipped down next to us. All three of us lay in
the sofa, very satisfied and I felt very exhausted. Maybe the girls
did too. Sophie was a little heavy when she was relaxed but after a
short while, she slipped down next to me, giving me a chance to
breath. 
"Now you've done something I haven't tried," Nina said to Sophie. 
"What," Sophie asked, still a little groggy. 
"Being fucked and licked at the same time." 
"Oh. Maybe you can try too, later." 
Nina poked me in the side. "I think you've worn him out." 
"No. You know; Monday, after we'd talked about - us, we made love
again. And we were really tired then," Sophie said, excited. 
"God, Sophie. You shouldn't have told her that. Now, she'll be all
over me to get me ready again," I said, teasingly. 
Sophie looked very confused and guilty. 
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to . . . " 
"I was only joking, Sophie," I interrupted her. 
Sophie looked down. 
"I don't know anything, do I?" she sniffled. 
"I'm sorry, Sophie. I didn't mean to embarrass you. It's not a
question of what you know and don't know. We all have a different
sense of humor and I shouldn't have said it, but I didn't mean any
harm, ok?" 
I pulled her close to me to comfort her and she curled up and hid her
face in my chest. I knew what she meant when she said she didn't know
anything. It was a little girl that curled up in my arms, a little
girl that had been kept away from the rest of the world. It felt good
to comfort her, even though I was responsible for making her feel this
way. She'd be happy again in no time, I knew, and I just held her
really tight and kissed her brow. Then she looked up at me, her eyes
bright again. 
"Can we have lunch now? I'm starving." 
"I think I could eat a little, too" Nina joined in, so lunch it was. 
  
- - - 
We made lunch and brought it into Sophie's flat, just in case her mum
called. We spent at least an hour, eating and chatting, waiting for
Sophie's mum to call but she didn't. Afterwards, we carried the dishes
back to my kitchen. I didn't really notice the girls were missing
until I'd finished putting away the food and doing the dishes and went
into the living room. No sign of them there; the bedroom was empty as
well. 
The door to Sophie's apartment was unlocked. I'd only been in the
living room and I didn't even know where Sophie's room was - she'd
never shown it to me - but I could hear something. I followed the
sound and came into a room that looked like a little girl's bedroom.
The wallpaper was pink with big, colorful flowers. On top of the
dresser were some dolls, neatly dressed and staged and on the bed was
a collection of soft toys and the two girls. 
"You found us," Sophie giggled. 
"Yes. Is this your room? It looks cozy." 
Sophie blushed. "I don't play with dolls any more." 
"You don't have to make excuses. I think it looks nice." 
"It not the way I want it to look. I want to put the dolls away and
have posters on the wall," Sophie continued. "Nina has the greatest
'Police' poster. Sting is just so cool." 
Sophie stared at the wall with dreamy eyes. Imagining what Nina's room
probably looked like, I could understand her. This wasn't the room of
a sixteen, going on seventeen, year old girl. What on God's earth was
wrong with her parents? I tried to think of something positive to say
about the room. I didn't want Sophie to get upset and sad about her
room, not right now. A little egocentric of me, perhaps, but I though
that Sophie would rather enjoy herself with Nina and me than be
depressed about her room and the way her parents treated her. 
"I think it's pretty romantic the way it is," was my best idea. 
Sophie shrugged. I felt silly standing up and sat down next to Sophie
on the bed. She leaned against me, still with that dreamy look in her
eyes. Did I look like Sting? No, not much, really, but I didn't mind.
I didn't think he looked that good, but I liked his music. 
It felt nice to sit like that on Sophie's bed, the three of us leaning
against each other. Very comfortable; actually comfortable enough to
make Sophie yarn and stretch her legs. 
"Mmmm, I feel sleepy," she purred. 
"Want to lie down?" I asked, leaning back and removing the support her
head was resting on. Sophie let her head slide down into my lap as I
had expected. 
"Mmmm yes." 
She lifted her legs and swung them up and onto Nina's lap. Lying like
that on her back, she looked terribly comfortable. I began casually
caressing her cheeks and neck. Nina caressed Sophie's legs. Just that,
no words spoken. Sophie closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying our
hands. 
After a while, I looked down at Nina's hands. She had moved up to
Sophie's thighs, pushing up her dress. My hands were just caressing
her chest in the neck of her dress, but it was wide enough for me to
easily slip my hands inside. We continued like that for some time,
Sophie's dress covering less and less as time passed, until Nina and I
decided to undress her completely; No words spoken, we just took her
dress off. She was nude underneath it. 
Sophie didn't have to get up, just wriggle a little before she could
lie back and relax again. She hardly opened her eyes but she was very
much awake. Nina had made her spread her legs a little and was
caressing her inner thighs while I let my hands brush lightly over her
chest and stomach. I didn't concentrate on any particular part of her
body, my hands just roamed up and down, slowly and lightly. 
Sophie's breathing was getting faster, even though we only briefly
touched the most sensitive spots. I looked over at Nina and made a
rolling sign with my finger and she nodded. 
"I think we are done with this side. We'll just turn you," I whispered
to Sophie and tugged her shoulders gently. 
Lazily, she let us turn her around. Nina moved closer to me, which
meant that Sophie had to move up a bit, resting her hips and stomach
on Nina's thighs, her chest on my thighs and her head on a pillow.
Nina and I let our hands roam freely, me covering the neck and upper
part of Sophie's back, Nina covering the legs and lower thighs and
with her buttocks and crotch as shared responsibility. That way,
Sophie's buttocks and crotch got double attention and it quickly
showed. Before long, Sophie's pussy was very wet and her breathing
very fast. 
"I think it must be me now," Nina said. 
Sophie stretched out and purred. Reluctantly, she got up and switched
places with Nina, who quickly shed her clothes before she lay down.
She preferred to let us caress her backside first and also to face
Sophie and let me have the lower part of her body. I didn't mind at
all. I really liked her ass and thought it was very beautiful. Sophie
never asked me, but if I had to be honest, Nina's ass was the only
part of her body I preferred over Sophie's. It was perfect, round and
smooth. 
This was the first time I really had a chance to touch Nina and I
simply had to feel her pussy. Her labia and clit looked so puffy and
almost begged to be touched. I had to restrain myself and wait a
little, before I let me hand drift all the way up to her pussy. She
was so soft. Touching her outer lips were like pressing my finger into
a very soft cushion. 
Nina enjoyed it as much as Sophie had done. Both Sophie and I paid a
lot of attention to Nina's lovely buttocks and her crotch. Nina spread
her legs as much as she possibility could while still keeping them on
the bed, enjoying our touches to that part of her body more
conspicuously than Sophie had done. 
I was so used to the girls whispering things to each other that I
didn't notice when they exchanged a few words. It could also be
because Nina's lovely ass and pussy distracted me. I didn't notice
anything until Sophie moved away from me and sat on the end of the bed
with her legs spread, just in front of Nina's head. Nina inched
herself closer to Sophie and began to lick her pussy. From then on, it
got really hot in Sophie's room. 
I felt inspired by the girls and after watching them for a minute, I
move down between Nina's legs and lay on my stomach. The bed was too
short so I actually knelt at the foot end of the bed, leaning over it
to lick Nina. Id never tried to lick a girl from behind before and it
was a bit difficult at first, but when Nina felt what I was trying to
do, she tilted her ass up to give me better access. 
Nina's clitoris was fascinating. It was big enough for me to take
between my lips and suck it. In order to make it really good for her,
I tried to remember exactly what Nina had done, when she masturbated.
At one point, she'd trapped her clit between two fingers and tapped it
lightly. I remembered that vividly because it had made her arch her
back and jerk rigidly, her eyes closed and biting her lip as if it was
almost bringing her over the edge. I caught her clit between my lips
and used my tongue as she had used her finger. I couldn't tap it with
my tongue but I could kind of flip the tip of her clit and judging
from Nina's reaction, it was almost the same. She arched her back,
raising her ass a little higher and moaned into Sophie's pussy. I had
a feeling that it was something that was just on the borderline
between being 'extremely good' and 'too much'. She hadn't done it for
very long and I didn't either. 
I proceeded to try and copy the things she'd done when she masturbated
and the result came quickly, much faster than I'd expected. Most of
the girls I'd known, including Sophie, took longer the second time, if
they could come a second time at all. I backed off when her orgasm
subsided and sat down to watch Nina's efforts to get Sophie off a
second time. Actually, I felt more like taking Nina from behind but I
didn't have a condom at hand and I wasn't in the mood for getting
dressed and go into my own flat to get one. There would probably be a
natural break, when Nina sent Sophie over the edge. 
As I had expected, Sophie took some time to reach her peak. Nina
lifted her mouth from Sophie's pussy and smiled up her. It really
looked like Sophie was finished for the day. Nina let her rest for a
minute before sitting up. 
"Are you up to fulfilling your promise," Nina said, directed as much
to Sophie as to me. Probably mostly to Sophie, as she still looked
wasted. 
"Are you up to it?" I asked, surprised. 
"Mmmmm," Nina purred. 
"I'll just go in to get a condom, unless one of you already thought of
that" I replied and began to scrounge around in the pile of clothes on
the floor to find my jeans and shirt. 
"No need. I prefer bareback riding," Nina said with a naughty smile on
her face. She had her back to Sophie and even though she couldn't see
the puzzled expression on Sophie's face, it seemed like she sensed it.
"Bareback, you know, without a condom. I'm on the pill." 
Sophie's face cleared. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and
tried to stand. 
"Uh, my legs feel like they're made of rubber," Sophie giggled. 
She did manage to get to the bathroom and back to bed, though. While
Sophie was out of her room, Nina started arranging things. I was to
sit at the end of the bed, leaning against the wall, a setup much like
the one on my sofa, but this time with Nina on top of me and Sophie
lying between our legs. 
Even though it was only about ten minutes since Nina's second orgasm
that day, Sophie managed to bring her off very quickly or rather we
did. I played with Nina's big tits and nipples while Sophie licked
her. Nina's tits were surely bigger than Sophie's was but also a lot
softer. I couldn't help comparing and found that Sophie's tits were my
favorites, mainly because of their firmness. 
Like Sophie, I had some difficulties coming more than once in a few
hours. In the position we were in, Nina had to do all the work and a
couple of minutes after her orgasm, she stopped bouncing up and down
on my cock. She got up on her hands and knees and wriggled with her
lovely, heart shaped ass. Sophie had remained between our legs and was
now lying on her back under Nina. I got up behind Nina and entered
her. The view was fantastic. Nina's curves were accentuated in this
position and she arched her back, pushing her soft ass against me.
Putting my hands on Nina's hips, I set out at a very fast pace.
Despite all this, I didn't feel anywhere near an orgasm. I was just
beginning to think that I was worn out and wouldn't be able to come
again that day, when I felt Sophie's warm hands on my balls. That, and
the thought that she was lying under us, looking straight up at my
cock going in and out of Nina brought a familiar feeling in my
stomach, a feeling that rapidly built in strength, but not quite
enough. 
I couldn't see what was happening under me but Sophie was doing more
than tickling my balls. I suddenly felt Nina's inner muscles contract
around my cock. 
"SophieEEEEE," Nina squealed excited and pushed back really hard
against me. I couldn't tell if she pushed back to stop Sophie doing
whatever she was doing or if it was because she was coming again and I
honestly didn't care. The tightness, Nina's excitement and Sophie's
touches finally sent me over the edge. 
I collapsed over Nina and Sophie but taking some of the weight with my
arms. It was a nice feeling to be so close together, the three of us,
but it was physically a bit uncomfortable and I pulled out of Nina and
sat down on the bed. Nina raised her back and stretched out, her arms
over her head. 
"Nina! You dripping on me," Sophie cried and tried to get out from
between Nina's legs. 
"It's probably better than dripping on your sheets," I said. 
"Eh, you're probably right. It stains, doesn't it?" Sophie asked. "But
couldn't you move a little forward and drip on my stomach instead?" 
- - - 
We managed to get Sophie's room restored to normal and an open window
cleared the air of the strong scent of sex. We all went into my flat
for a cup of coffee. Around half past four, Nina and Sophie went to
Sophie's flat and I went in to see Mrs. Larsen. Actually, I felt more
like lying down for an hour or two. Those two girls had really worn me
out. 
  
The Neighbor's daughter. Chapter 8. 
  
Mrs. Larsen's physical condition was getting gradually worse. She
walked very badly now and had to use the Zimmer frame in the
apartment. Her brain was still working fine but her spirits were
fading. She often said that she'd had her share of life and
experience, and that it was time to go. That afternoon she gave me a
key to her apartment. 
"One day, I'll not be able to open the door when you knock," she said
as she handed me the key. 
"You'll have many good years still," I said, probably because I was
afraid to think about what it would be like to let myself in, when the
inevitable moment arrived. 
"I've had my fair share of life now," she said and shook her head.
"You look so peaceful when you're dead," she added. 
I'm glad I was so tired that evening, at bedtime. Even though I tried
to think about Sophie and Nina, the thought of finding Mrs. Larsen was
constantly returning to my head. 
- - - 
Sleep is a wonderful thing. The next morning, Mrs. Larsen's key seemed
less burdensome and when Sophie knocked on my door, I forgot about it.
She was bubbling with excitement and began talking about yesterday
before I'd closed the door behind her. 
"It was just so exciting. I wish we could do it again but Nina has to
work. We have to find a way to meet, when school starts again. Will
you have some early days?" 
"Good morning, Sophie," I grinned. "I might get some early days but
not in the beginning. We'll have to think about some other way. We can
talk about it over breakfast." 
"Yes, I'm starving," Sophie said. "You want to do it again, too? I
really love Nina. Not like you but she's so wonderful to be with, you
know. I think I'll be like her, you know, try everything at least
once. And I actually tried something before she did." 
Sophie was unstoppable and I just let her talk. She didn't wait for me
to answer the questions she asked and I think she talked for something
like five minutes, before she slowed down and gave me a chance. Not
that it was boring; her excitement was contagious and it was very
exciting to listen to her. She talked about sex in a way she hadn't
done before, but now that I knew about her relationship with Nina, it
was as if she could talk about everything. When she finally stopped
talking and began to eat, I got the chance to say something. 
"It sounds like Nina has tried a lot. Has she told you about all of
it?" I asked. Sophie nodded with her mouth full of cornflakes. 
"Will you tell me about it, when we have finished breakfast?" 
Sophie nodded again. 
We finished eating and went into the bedroom. 
"I'm a bit sore today," Sophie giggled as I help her take the long
dress off. 
"We'll take it easy then. Tell me about Nina and her adventures." 
"She's done a lot of stuff. Really wild, some of it, like letting a
guy spank her. Not hard of course. They played a game, kind of. She
was a naughty schoolgirl and he was punishing her. It hurt a little
but it felt really good afterwards. She said her butt was really hot
and tingling and she was so excited. She had to count the strokes and
thank him and then beg him to fuck her. Nina said it was so exciting."
"Did they play that game often?" I asked. 
"No. The guy was a jerk. Nona found out that he was dating another
girl at the same time and dumped him," Sophie replied. 
"What else has she tried?" 
"She's done it with two boys once and . . . she'd tried to take a cock
in her ass," Sophie said and blushed. 
I'd heard about it but I thought that it was mainly gay men who did
it. I didn't really know what to think about it, but I don't think I'd
have come up with that idea on my own. 
"How was that?" I asked. 
"Nina said that the first time she tried it, it hurt like hell. She
wasn't ready for it and the guy just forced it into her and said that
the pain would go away but it had hurt all the time. She walked funny
for two days," Sophie added, giggling. "I don't know why she tried it
again, Being really painful and all the first time, but she did and
the guy she was with had been really gentle and done it slowly with a
finger first and had used some oil or something to make it better. It
hadn't hurt that much. But just when it began to feel good, the guy
came. Nina hasn't tried it again since then." 
"It's kind of hard to imagine that it can feel nice," I said. 
"I don't think it's something I want to try right away. I'd rather
play games. That sounds really exciting," she said, just as she had
liberated my cock. 
"Like being a naughty schoolgirl?" 
"Maybe or maybe pretend that I've been abducted by you and Nina and
have to guess who's touching me. Perhaps you could be the one who was
blindfolded," she giggled. "Then it will be more difficult to guess." 
"It sounds exciting," I said and let my hand caress Sophie's back. She
was lying on her stomach, relaxed but looking at me with sparkling
eyes. 
"Nina says she wants to try to be tied up and made love to, but it has
to be with someone she really trusts. That sounds really exciting as
well." 
"Would you trust me to do that to you?" I asked her. I'd fantasized a
little about something like that, after seeing a girl tied up in one
of my brother's magazines. 
"I'd trust you to do anything to me," Sophie replied with a very happy
face. 
"I'd never hurt you." 
"Will you spank me, if I asked you to, you know, just for fun like
Nina did?" Sophie asked. 
I though about it for a second. I wouldn't want to hurt her but if it
was for fun and she wanted it, it would really be like I was hurting
her. 
"If that was what you wanted, I guess I would," I answered. 
Sophie looked thoughtful. 
"I think I'd like to try to be tied up rather than spanked. Maybe I
want to try and be spanked too, but the thought of being tied up is
much more exciting." 
"How would you like to be tied up?" I asked. The thought intrigued me.
Sophie thought about it for a moment. I was caressing her lovely
buttocks lightly. 
"You have to have a big bed with bedposts in all corners. I want you
to tie me up like an X with smooth, red satin ribbons, tied with nice
bows, just like a Christmas present. Maybe a bow around my breasts
too, " her eyes were getting a dreamy glow. "What would you do to me?"
My hand slipped down to her thighs and Sophie spread her legs. 
"I would . . . caress you very lightly all over your body except your
nipples and pussy. I'd kiss and lick you all over for a very long
time. Really tease you," I replied. 
"And then?" Sophie asked, excitedly. 
"Then I'd untie the bow that held the ribbon around your tits and kiss
your nipples. I'd kiss them softly first, making them hard and then
pinch them lightly, pull them out and play with them until you were
about to go crazy." 
Sophie was breathing faster now and I could feel the heat radiating
from her pussy as I caressed her inner thighs. 
"I'd move my hands down over your stomach to your pussy to feel how
excited you had become." 
I move my hand up to her pussy and slipped a finger in between her
pussy lips. It was like dipping into an oil well; a hot one! Sophie
purred and closed her eyes. 
"I'd just slowly tease you with my finger, touch your lips and slip it
into you, but only a little bit. Maybe I'd move up here," I said as I
dragged my finger up between her buttocks to her asshole. 
Sophie tensed very briefly, then relaxed and tried to spread her legs
wider. 
"Does it feel good," I asked, letting my finger tickled her ass very
gently. 
"Mmmmm yessss," Sophie sighed. 
  
I kept my finger there for a while, feeling how her muscles tighten
and relaxed. I could feel her open up a little, but it didn't feel
like she opened enough for me to slip my finger in. Besides, I wasn't
sure I wanted to slip my finger in there. I still found it a little
difficult to associate it with something erotic, even though I no
longer found the thought of it to be repulsive. 
"I'll tease you for a long time, almost making you come and the
stopping again. I'll make you so hot, wet and desperate that you'll
beg me to make you come. I'll sink two fingers deep into you and feel
how hot you are, wiggle them around and feel your wetness." 
I put two fingers into her and began to move them in and out. Sophie's
hips were undulating, pressing up against my hand. She was breathing
hard now. 
"I want to feel you inside me," Sophie gasped. "Please, hold my hands
like you had tied me up and fuck me." 
I was already pretty worked up myself and to hear Sophie say something
like that turned me on in a way I had never expected. I crawled on top
of her and positioned myself between her legs. Then I grabbed her
wrists and held them tightly over her head, holding the rest of her
body down with my weight. I sank into her like a hot knife through
butter. I couldn't get very deep into her but it felt so good to lie
on her soft buttocks. 
I moved very little, only enough to really feel her soft ass against
my stomach, Sophie moaned and tried to push her ass up against me, but
my weight made it very difficult for her. When she realized that she
couldn't move, she began to struggle even harder. It was so exciting I
think Sophie enjoyed it just as much as I did. Maybe even more,
because it was me that suddenly realized that I had forgotten to put
on a condom. I pulled out immediately. 
"Please don't stop." Sophie complained. 
"I forgot the condom!" 
"Oh God. But you didn't come." 
"No but . . . sometimes there can be some sperm it the fluid that
comes out, when I get excited." I said and saw how Sophie's face began
to turn pale. I had to come up with something to convince her that
everything was going to be ok, even though I was pretty scared myself.
"Let's go to the shower and wash you. I don't think those little
bastards like soap." 
We went to the shower and I rubbed a generous amount of soap into my
hands, Sophie leaned against the wall with her back to me and I
inserted two soapy fingers into her. 
"Don't worry. The chances that something would happen is almost zero,"
I reassured her. 
It seemed to work. Sophie began to breathe harder as my fingers worked
inside her. I pulled them out, took the showerhead and aimed it
directly against her crotch. Sophie gasped and raised herself on her
toes as the hard jets of water hit her pussy. 
"Uhhhhhm it's almost too much," she moaned. 
I put the showerhead against directly against her pussy to try and get
some of the water inside her. 
"You're filling me with water," she gasped. "It feels so funny." 
I put the showerhead back on the wall, allowing the water that had
some inside her to run out. Sophie just stood and waited for my
directions. 
"Do you want me to wash you some more?" I asked. "Just for fun." 
"Yes!" 
I put more soap on my hands and began to rub her crotch, from the top
of her pubic hair back through the cleft between her buttocks. I
deliberately pressed my finger a little harder against her, when I
passed her asshole. I felt more comfortable touching her there now. I
mean, I knew she was clean. Sophie responded immediately. 
"That feels good. Do it again." 
I touched the tiny hole gently with the tip of my finger and felt her
muscles clench tightly, but she purred excitedly and relaxed a little
before she tightened up again. The soap made her very slippery and
when she relaxed again, the tip of my finger was kind of sucked in,
just a fraction of an inch, then expelled. I kept my finger in the
centre and wriggled it. My other hand was gently soaping her pussy,
sliding between the swollen folds of her pussy. 
Sophie began to push back against my probing finger and I eased the
pressure to avoid hurting her. 
"Try to push it in," Sophie moaned. 
This time I didn't give it a second thought. With the soap and water
it couldn't be that bad. I increased the pressure and when Sophie
relaxed, my finger slipped inside her to the first knuckle. Sophie
tensed again and squeezed my finger really hard, but she kept the
pressure and the finger stayed lodged in her ass. 
"How does it feel?" I asked her. 
"Strange," She gasped and thought about it for a second. "Strange but
kind of good." 
She pushed back at me kind of suddenly and forced a little more inside
herself. 
"It feels really funny," she said. "I think I like it." 
I'd stopped rubbing her pussy while I inserted my finger and when I
resumed, I slipped my thumb inside her pussy. Sophie moaned
contentedly and began to move her hips in a slow, circular motion, but
it quickly grew faster and more intense. I wriggled both my thumb in
her pussy and my index finger in her ass and rubbed her clit. Her
inner muscles tightened around my thumb and it felt as if she was
trying to snap off my finger with her ass. She began to tremble and
her legs gave in. I was afraid to hurt her and pulled my finger out of
her ass. I don't know if that was what sent her over the edge, but she
sure came and she fell back against me. I held her up with my right
shoulder against her buttock and my left hand, the thumb still buried
deeply inside her. 
I eased her down beside me and pulled her close to me until she had
recovered. Then we kissed for a long time, until Sophie began to shift
a little uneasily. 
"The soap makes my pussy sting," she said and got up. 
"I'll rinse it off," I said. 
"Don't turn the water up too high. That stings too and I don't think
it will feel at all good now." 
I rinsed the soap off as gently as possible. Sophie's pussy was very
red, almost inflamed. 
"I'm sorry, Sophie. I didn't know that was going to happen," I said as
we examined her back on my bed. 
"It's not your fault," Sophie said. "And it felt so good while you did
it," she added with a loving smile. 
We cuddled up on the bed, just kissing and caressing each other. I'd
managed to forget that we only had one week left and I felt a sting
when I thought about it. What was I going to do without Sophie? I
quickly pushed the thought away, do as not to spoil the moment. 
Sophie's inflamed pussy had scared me and my cock had gone limp but as
we lay there and caressed, it grew hard again. I didn't really think
about it. Kissing and caressing just felt nice and relaxing after two
slightly scary experiences. Time passed, half an hour, perhaps an
hour. My cock was squeezed between us and I think Sophie noticed it
more than I did. 
"I think I'm too sore to make love any more today," Sophie said
looking down at my hard cock. 
I looked down at her crotch. Her pussy had an angry, red color and I
could feel the warm glow from it on my thigh, which was the part of me
closest to her crotch. 
"Does it hurt a lot?" I asked. 
"A little, but I'll survive," she replied as she sat up and pushed me
over on my back. "Don't worry about it, just lie back and relax." 
"Yes, ma'am," I replied and put my hands behind me head. 
Sophie placed herself between my legs and lowered her mouth to my
cock. I'd expected her to take it in her mouth right away, but instead
she kissed it lightly all the way down the shaft to my balls.
Tentatively, she stuck out her tongue and licked my balls. 
"Like that?" she asked, looking up at me from behind my cock. 
"Ummm." 
She put her hand on my cock, pushing in back and lowered her mouth to
my balls again. Next thing I felt one of my balls being sucked into
her mouth with a slurping sound. She sucked it very gently. My cock
jerked and tried to escape her hand. Sophie closed her hand around it
and moved her hand up and down very slowly. It felt good but suddenly
she stopped and almost spit out my ball. 
"It would be much better if you didn't have hair on your balls," she
frowned and tried to catch the hair that she'd got in her mouth. I
couldn't help laughing. 
"You're lucky. My hairs are usually a fair distance from the parts of
me you're sucking on. I get hair in my mouth every time." 
"You mean this part," she said, pulled back the foreskin and put a
finger on the tip of my cock. It was almost too much. 
"Yes," I gasped. 
"I'll stick to that, then," she said and lowered her face. 
She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip. My cock jerked violently
in her hand and Sophie found that to be very amusing. She lashed her
tongue over the tip several times, giggling when my cock throbbed in
her hand, but I think she could see that it was too much and finally,
she pressed her lips down over my cock and took the head into her
warm, wet mouth. 
She was still in a teasing mood, though and she just held my head in
her mouth, sucking until her cheeks were pulled in and then releasing
the suction. Her tongue circled the rim of the head and she sucked
again. All the time, she looked up at me. The sight of her with my
cock in her mouth was very exciting, especially when she looked up at
me. 
After a while, she let go of the shaft with her hand and put her hands
on each side of me. Still looking me deep in the eyes, she began to
take more and more of my cock into her mouth. When it hit the back of
her throat, she gagged a little, but she kept it there until she had
stopped gagging. I could see a triumphant smile in her eyes and I knew
what she was planning to do. 
The pressure on my cock grew and she tried to force the last part of
my cock into her mouth, but her throat wouldn't give. She gagged again
and I could sense that her stomach convulsed. Water began to fill her
eyes and I wondered if it was because it hurt, but I assured myself
that one often get tears in the eyes, when you choke on something and
that was probably the reason. 
She eased off but she didn't give up. After she'd blinked the tears
away, she tried again, this time even harder than before, but the
result was the same. I put my hands on her head to ease her off. 
"Hey now, don't hurt yourself. Don't you think one injury a day is
enough?" I asked her. 
"It doesn't hurt and I'm almost there. I hardly gag when it touches my
throat. Maybe, if you pushed me down with your hands?" 
"No way. I've done enough as it is and you might strain something in
your throat, if I try to force myself into it," I replied. Two
incidents was enough, I had no need for more. "Be patient. If Nina
can, you can learn it, too, but it doesn't have to be all in one day."
"But you liked it when Nina did it?" Sophie asked. 
"Yes, but Nina's not you and I like it a lot more when you do it, no
matter how much you can take," I pulled her up to me and kissed her.
"I love you and that makes it feel much better." 
Sophie smiled and began kissing her way back down over my body. 
"I love you, too and I want to make you feel as good as possible," she
said, just before she reached my cock. 
Once again, my cock disappeared into her mouth, all the way to the
back of her throat, but she still couldn't make it fit. Then she gave
up and began to suck it, moving her head up and down faster and faster
and it really did feel much better when it was Sophie, not Nina, doing
it. 
Within a minute, I exploded into her mouth. Sophie kept sucking until
she was sure she'd got it all. She made sure I was looking at her,
before she swallowed it all. 
"I'm beginning to like the taste," she said. "I think it's because I
love you." 
  
  
  
  
The Neighbor's daughter. Chapter 9. 
  
I'm slow in the morning, waking up, and it wasn't until I was out of
the shower that I realized it was Saturday and Sophie wasn't coming
around. I felt kind of a sting, thinking how it would be a week from
now, and I quickly set about doing something to keep myself occupied.
First I went to see if Mrs. Larsen needed anything, then I did my
shopping. I looked for some new clothes, too, not because I wanted to
buy any, before I'd had my first paycheck, but it was a good way to
kill time. 
The flat was cleaned inside out, including the windows, new sheets on
the bed and a complete washing of the kitchen. That pretty much took
care of Saturday. I was tired when I went to bed, but Sophie kept
popping up in my head. At first, it was her inflamed pussy that
worried me, then the seemingly inevitable separation again. I spent
some time trying to find a way out with the same result as every time:
Nothing. Then I decided to think positively, think of something really
good. I remembered the day we'd teased each other for hours. I thought
about the day with Nina. I still couldn't sleep and decided that I'd
build up a tension that needed to be released before I could sleep.
Sophia was lying on the other side of the wall, so close I could touch
her if I could reach through the wall, but still I had to satisfy
myself. Frustrating. 
It took quite a while to fall asleep and I woke up late Sunday. After
a walk in the park I had lunch with Mrs. Larsen. She was tired and I
left when I'd done the dishes. I was restless and decided to go and
see a museum, just to do something. 
I chose the National museum and the Stone Age collection. I'd always
been interested in that period, probably because we had quite a
collection of flint axes, spearheads and arrowheads at home. All the
items were found in the fields surrounding our farm. I'd found a
couple of them myself, and tried to carefully excavate one site where
I'd found a very beautiful axe, but if there ever was anything there,
years of ploughing had ruined it. It hadn't cooled my interest and for
years, I wanted to be an archaeologist. Unfortunately, it was very
hard to make a living that way and as I grew older, I decided to let
archaeology stay a hobby and get an education that had a fair chance
of leading to a job. The sensible thing to do, but sometimes I
regretted I didn't take the chance. 
I spent three hours in the museum and it cured my restlessness. After
dinner, Monday morning seemed near and I could watch television all
evening without feeling fretful. 
- - - 
Sophie knocked on my door just as I came out of the shower. Small
drops of water on her face and wet spots on her long dress showed that
she'd hardly spent much time on drying herself after she'd shower. 
"Good Morning, Sophie. You're bright and early." 
"I missed you so much," she said and threw her arms around my neck
while I pushed the door close behind her. 
"I sure missed you, too," I replied when the deep kiss ended. "But
lets get some breakfast. I'm starving." 
"Let's hurry then," Sophie said. 
"How's your crotch doing?" I asked. 
"It's fine but it was sore almost all weekend," Sophie replied between
two spoons of Cornflakes. 
"I'm sorry . . ." 
"No, it was so wonderful. Every time I moved, I could feel it and it
was as if I could feel you. It made me so . . . hot. I couldn't do
anything about it, because I was afraid that it, you know, that I
wouldn't heal. It just made me want you more and more." 
Sophie was really excited. She was moving constantly in the seat and
her eyes were shining as she talked. 
"I stayed in my room all of Saturday, pretending to read, but all I
could think of was you making love to me. I only had to shift my legs
a little to feel you. Almost feel you. And when it finally wore off on
Sunday afternoon, I had to go for a drive with mum and dad. I sat in
the back seat and the only thing on my mind was you. If I hadn't been
in the car, I'd probably . . . you know," Sophie blushed, timidly.
"God, it was so hard not to, last night, but I wanted to save it. I
wanted you." 
She looked over at my dish to see if I'd finished. I'd been so
overwhelmed by the way she was talking about sex that I'd forgotten to
eat all together. She'd really changed a lot lately. 
"God, you haven't finished yet. Hurry up!" Sophie almost cried. 
I couldn't help laughing. She was like a little child, impatiently
waiting for her parents to get ready to go to the amusement park.
She'd got up from her chair and looked like she could start jumping
excitedly on the spot, at any moment. It was so cute. Thinking about
the reason for her impatience made me excited as well. 
"What?" she asked, slightly confused. 
"Nothing. You're so cute with you're excited, that's all." 
Sophie blushed and sat down again, but not for long. I ate the rest of
my cereals very quickly. After all, I'd been dreaming about the same
thing all weekend, too. The dishes had to wait until later. We rushed
into the bedroom, stripped and jumped into the bed together, laughing
and wrestling, almost falling off the bed again. 
I noticed something different that morning. Usually, when Sophie came
in after her morning shower, she had a scent of soap and she did have
that scent this morning, too, but it was almost overpowered by a
strong scent of her arousal; a scent that normally didn't become
distinct until we began to make love. She was really excited! 
Her childish excitement was seriously contagious and we were both
acting like children, wrestling, tickling and teasing each other.
Suddenly, Sophie jumped out of bed and we ran through the flat, me
trying to catch her, both laughing and Sophie squealing excitedly
every time I was just about to catch her. 
I finally got her pinned down on the floor; face down with me lying on
top of her. My cock was caught between her thighs and, as we lay there
trying to catch our breath, we began to move. Sophie raised her ass a
little and my cock was pressed in between her pussy lips. 
Soon, my cock was grinding against her clit as I move up and down. The
laughter and exited cries turned into elaborate and noisy breathing
and moaning. It must have been uncomfortable for Sophie to be pressed
down against the hard floor and the position put a lot of strain on my
back, but Sophie's intense breathing and her rigid motions told me she
was getting close. I couldn't take my weight off her without
disrupting the rhythm and the closer she got, the harder she was
pressed against the floor, pushing her ass up. 
She almost threw me off when she came. It was like riding a wild horse
and, afterwards, I was amazed at how much strength she actually had.
All of the flats around us were empty in the daytime, except Mts.
Larsen and her hearing wasn't as good as it used to be, thank God.
Sophie had built up to this orgasm all weekend, and it was not only
wild, but also a lot more vocal than usually. Her whimpering turned
into a loud cry as her orgasm took hold of her body and I'm sure it
could be heard all over the place. 
I had a few bruises on my knees and elbows and Sophie's front side was
red with a few scratches. We went back to bed and studied the damage.
I still hadn't come but Sophie's orgasm had, in a way, satisfied me as
well. I can't really explain why, but making Sophie come was almost as
good as coming myself, only the pleasure lasted longer. 
Sophie's chest and thighs had scraped against the rug, but no real
damage had been done. The skin just above her knees was red as if the
sun had scorched her. It didn't hurt, though and we agreed that it was
less serious than what she had experienced over the weekend. We joked
a little about the dangers of lovemaking, but it didn't deter us in
any way. 
The following days were spent making love and talking. We finally got
down to talking about the future and, even though neither of us had a
solution, we manage to convince each other that something would
change. Sophie was to start in high school and usually there was a lot
of group work, which meant meeting after school to do homework
together. Her parents were bound to allow her to get out more on her
own, they simply had to, and that would be our chance to see each
other. It was not going to happen the first day, but it had to happen.
The inevitable separation was coming closer but we pushed it away, at
least I did. We talked about what we were going to do, after Sophie
had returned from her vacation with her parents but not about the
limited number of days we had left together before the vacation. Not
until Thursday afternoon. We sat in the sofa and talked about what
classes Sophie was going to take, when she suddenly changed the
subject. 
"It's our last day together tomorrow," she said. 
"I know." 
"I . . ." Sophie's voice trailed off and she looked thoughtful. 
"Is there something special you want to do?" I asked. 
"I wanted to make love all day. Last weekend, you know, with the soap
and all, I . . . I want to make love to you until I'm really sore. I
want to feel that we made love, all through my vacation. For as long
as possible, at least. I want to make love all day tomorrow, I want to
make love until I can't take any more and then I want to do it one
more time," she said and looked excitedly at me. 
"Sounds great, but I'm not sure I'll be able to get it up more than
twice." I truthfully admitted. 
"No, I know. Can't you hold back, you know, use your hand and mouth
instead, when you are close? I mean, you do that some times. You stop
and wait a little until you have calmed down to make it last longer." 
Sophie looked at me again, pleading. 
"Would you do that for me?" 
"I'd do anything for you," I replied. It sounded corny but what else
could I say? 
"No, please. I'm serious!" Sophie frowned. "I want to make love to you
all day. I want to be able to feel that we made love every time I
move. At least for a couple of days. I thought about it last night and
remembered how I felt after last Friday and I know it will feel much
better if I'm sore because we've made love." 
"I'll do my best, I promise." 
- - - 
I thought about Sophie's wish, and my enthusiasm grew as I did. I
wasn't sure if my cock would be able to stay hard all day, but the
more I thought about the idea, the more I forgot about my worries. 
Sophie was as eager to get started as she'd been on Monday morning. We
finished breakfast in a hurry and went to bed. Before lunch, Sophie
had come twice and I still managed to hold back. We had tried every
position we knew and a couple of new one's as well. One that I can
remember was: me standing on the floor holding Sophie's legs, while
she was resting on her hands, like a barrow. There were a few others,
more acrobatic position, which I won't even try to describe. It was as
if the fear of not seeing each other again had gotten hold of us and
we had to try everything that Friday. 
At half past eleven, I was in dire need of a break and I think Sophie
was too. I'd tried to make her come a third time but failed and her
pussy was already beginning to look red and swollen. We ate lunch and
even though we didn't eat that much, we took almost an hour before we
were ready to continue. 
We carried on for another hour until Sophie had her third orgasm. I'd
been forced to mainly use my fingers and mouth the last half hour and
when Sophie had come, we had to rest a while. Her clit and nipples
were too sensitive. 
She didn't give us much of a break, though. Ten minutes later, I
entered her again. My worries about staying hard had been in vain.
Except for the hour we spent eating lunch, my cock had been standing
like a flagpole and it was beginning to be a little painful. Something
inside was yearning to be released, but Sophie wasn't ready for that.
She was so stubborn. 
Her cheeks were feverishly hot and her eyes glazed. It was as if she
had passed some barrier after her third orgasm. She wanted me to be
firm when I touched her clit or nipples. She put her hands on the back
of my head when I was licking her pussy and pulled me against her. She
met my trusts when I was in her and pushed back hard against me, while
I was taking her from behind. We kissed greedily when I lay beside her
with two fingers in her and my thumb pressed hard against her clit. It
was so incredibly intense. 
After another hour, I could no longer tell if she was coming or not.
She was constantly whimpering and she threw her head from side to side
as I pounded into her. A wet spot had formed on the sheet under her
crotch and her inner thighs were wet half way down to her knees. My
cock needed a break again and I assaulted her pussy with my mouth and
fingers instead. Her musky scent was strong as I buried my nose in her
pubic hairs. I didn't have time to look at her pussy, but it felt
burning hot in my mouth. I reached up to pinch her nipples and she
twisted and turned in what could be another orgasm, but I didn't let
go of her, I just continued to lick her and slide two fingers in and
out of her soaked pussy. 
When I was ready to enter her again, she winced as my cock touched her
opening. I was resting on my hands and looked down at her pussy as the
head of my cock spread her lips and began to disappear into her. Her
pussy was dark red and very swollen. It certainly looked like it was
sore. I pushed in a little more of my cock while I looked at Sophie's
face. She bit her lip and tried to control her facial expression, but
there was no doubt in my mind. 
"Sophie, it's hurting, isn't it?" 
Sophie shook her head. 
"No. It's a little sore but it isn't hurting." Sophie gasped, but it
didn't sound convincing. 
"Please Sophie. Don't lie to me. I can see it in your face. I'm
hurting you!" 
"The condom just needs to get wet again. Pleaseeee. You can't hurt me.
Everything you do makes me feel good. Just one more time, pleaseeeee,"
she wailed, but I could see her fighting to hold the tears back.
"Pleaseee!" 
I pushed in a little more. 
"Are you sure?" 
"Yes!" She sounded much more convinced now. "Make love to me. Don't
stop until you are almost there. I want to take you in my mouth and
taste you. I want to have your taste in my mouth all evening. I want
to remember your taste." 
I let myself sink deep into her and then began to increase the speed,
pounding into her faster and faster. I don't know how I managed to go
on for so long, because I really wanted to end it fast. Even though
Sophie might have been right about just getting the condom wet, I was
still afraid that I was hurting her. 
We were both drenched in sweat and the scent of sex was very strong.
Finally, I felt it coming and I pulled out of her and ripped the
condom off. Sophie rolled over on her stomach and caught my cock
between her lips. She only had to move her head up and down a couple
of time before I came. Jet after jet shot into her mouth. She kept her
lips tightly sealed around the shaft and sucked me until I was
completely dry. Not a drop was spilled. She looked up at me to make
sure I was watching her as she swallowed it all. 
I think you can safely say that Sophie swallowed up all my energy.
Swallowing my sperm was, in that respect, only symbolic, but I was
really wasted afterwards. We cuddled up close together on my bed and
stayed like that for a long time. No words, only the close feeling of
being together. Friday was gone and in an hour, Sophie would kiss me
goodbye and we would not see each other for at least three weeks, most
likely more. 
We had done what we could to make this last day a day to remember. My
legs felt wobbly when I finally got out of bed and Sophie walked like
she was trying to walk with something between her legs. 
"Does it hurt a lot?" 
"No, I'm just sore. Wonderfully sore," Sophie relied with a weak
smile. "And I'm exhausted." 
She did cry, later. She almost made me cry. It wasn't like she turned
our goodbye into a big drama or anything. Her eyes just filled with
tears when we had kissed and I was about to open the door. 
"You'll have to tell your parents that you read a very, very sad book
today," I said, trying to cheer her up and to fight the lump in my
throat. 
Sophie giggled through her tears and we kissed goodbye one more time. 
I waited until she had closed her door, then I closed mine. 
  
The Neighbor's daughter. Chapter 11. 
  
I walked home from the library, thinking that we would have to be more
careful next Saturday. Perhaps I should refrain from letting Sophie
make me come. That was my way of thinking on Saturday around noon,
relaxed and satisfied. The following Saturday, things were all
different and suddenly the risk of exposure seemed next to nothing.
Still, I hadn't brought a condom. I knew that if I had, we would be
tempted to use it and once tempted, there would be very little to keep
us from doing so. 
The following Saturday was basically a repetition with very few
changes. We went to the labyrinth, and once there, we engaged in a
long, deep kiss. 
"I want to be naked with you," Sophie gasped, when we broke the kiss. 
"It's too risky, Sophie." 
"I know. I just miss it so much. You know, feeling you against me, all
of you." 
"I miss that, too," I sighed. 
"Why can't we just seal off this part of the library," she asked. 
I kissed her again. There was no answer to that question. Kissing
wasn't an answer either. It only built up our excitement, and with
that the frustration over having to meet this way. 
"I want to be with you and make love in your bed for hours," Sophie
said. 
"We will, I promise. We'll find a way. Until then, we'll have to make
the best of it." 
It was a very optimistic statement, but I did believe that it had to
be so. It couldn't go on like this for all time. 
"Did you bring a condom?" Sophie asked. 
"No, we can't. Not here. Let's just . . ." 
I finished the sentence without words, gently turning Sophie around to
make her lean against me with her back to me. She understood and bent
over to take off her panties. Smiling, she handed them to me. 
"You better gag me. I'm afraid I'll alert everyone if you don't,"
Sophie said. 
I couldn't really understand why she asked me instead of just doing it
herself, but I found it strangely arousing to roll her panties into a
long gag and make her bite down on it, while she looked at me with
eyes that were shining excitedly. When she turned her back to me and
leaned against me, is was as if she surrendered all control to me. I
was to take her where she wanted to go and she trusted me to do it any
way I chose to. 
I did take her there and the gag was needed. When I held her after her
orgasm, I was sure that we had been heard. There were footsteps not
too far away from our hiding place. Very quickly, I took Sophie's
panties from her mouth, put them in my pocket and tried to rearrange
her clothes. Sophie was still dazed and hadn't heard anything, but she
understood from my actions that there was somebody there. Seconds
later, I stood and looked at the back of a book about pre-industrial
topology of major European Cities. Sophie was kneeling down next to
me, looking like she was trying to locate a particular book. 
The steps came closer, then stopped. It was difficult to tell how far
from us the person was standing. A book was taken from a shelf and it
sounded as if it was just on the other side of the shelf I was looking
at. I didn't dare to look at Sophie. I didn't even dare to breathe.
Silly really, because we were fully dress and not doing anything out
of the ordinary. Almost fully dressed, but who was going to look under
Sophie's skirt and see that her panties were missing? 
The sound of steps moving away from us was a tremendous relief. Sophie
looked up at me, smiling excitedly as if nothing had happened. Nothing
had happened, but it was close. That didn't seem to worry her at all.
She turned to face me and immediately started to undo my fly. I was
too surprised to stop her. 
The situation had affected me in a foreseeable way: My cock had
shriveled and Sophie looked a little surprised when she pulled it out
through the fly. 
"What happened? Did you come?" she asked. 
I don't think she'd ever seem my cock in that state, unless I'd just
had an orgasm, so her question was natural, I guess. 
"No. I just got distracted, when I heard somebody coming." 
"That doesn't happen when you hear me coming," she giggled. 
Sophie stared at it for a second. 
"How long will it take before it can get hard again?" 
"Seconds, the way you usually treat it," I said. 
"Oh!" 
Her questions were a little comical, but it was something that I'd
never thought about telling her. I'd never needed to tell her. She
knew now and stroked it lightly, studying it closely like she'd done
the first time she saw it. The effect was immediate. Sophie marveled
as my cock grew in her hands. It was cute, the way she stared
innocently at the wonder performed right in front of her eyes. 
"That's better," Sophie said, when it had reached full size. 
Her warm mouth felt as wonderful as ever. She teased me, using her
tongue much more than she did last Saturday, but still I could feel my
orgasm building in under a minute. It had been a busy week and I
realized that I hadn't masturbated since last Sunday. No wonder there
was something in there that badly needed to come out! 
Sophie was a fast learner and she could feel that I was getting close.
She put her hands on my hips and opened her mouth wide. Slowly, she
moved towards me until my cock hit the back of her throat. She kept it
there and closed her lips tightly around my shaft. I could feel how
she swallowed a couple of times before she pulled back equally slowly,
keeping her lips tightly sealed around my shaft, until only the tip of
my cock was between her lips. The tip of her tongue tickled my cock
very lightly, almost unbearably lightly, until she again moved towards
me. She took it all the way to the back again, and hesitated for a few
seconds. Then she picked up speed and her head began to move quickly
back and forth on my cock. 
I had to concentrate hard not to moan or groan as I shot everything I
had into her lovely mouth. I listened intensely for footsteps this
time. It was frustrating. It all felt wonderful, but I wasn't able to
enjoy it fully. The fear of exposure was present in my mind all the
time, and I couldn't relax until we both were fully dressed again. 
We stayed in the labyrinth for a while, just talking, before we went
out to find books for Sophie. Since I was there and knew that I was
going to be back next Saturday, I found a few books for myself as
well. While I was in school, I only read what was required when it
came to fiction. Everything I had borrowed from the library up until
now had been factual books, but the last couple of weeks had stirred
my interest in fiction, maybe because Sophie read so much. She
recommended a couple of books and I found a few that looked promising,
too. 
- - - 
Tuesday was the day it happened. I had dreaded it for months. Every
time I pressed Mrs. Larsen's doorbell, I prayed that she would answer,
but Tuesday she didn't. I waited a minute, but I knew that the day had
come. Still, I rang the bell twice, just to be sure, but there was no
answer and I had to get Mrs. Larsen's key and let myself in. I was
desperately trying to think of somebody to call, anybody who would
come and do it for me, but there was no way out. I had to face it
myself. 
I took a deep breath and turned the key. 
"Mrs. Larsen," I called in through the open door, trying to delay the
inevitable. To my surprise, I heard a weak voice. 
"Yes, in here." 
Relieved, I went in, unprepared for what I was going to find. The
kitchen was empty and so was the living room. I went to her bedroom,
but that was empty, too. 
"Mrs. Larsen," I called again with growing fear. 
This was beginning to be a little spooky. She answered, but she was
nowhere to be found. I held my breath and listened intensely for the
sound of Mrs. Larsen's voice. Again, it was weak and now it sounded as
if it came from within the walls. I guess my imagination was playing
tricks on me. A shiver ran down my spine. Then I realized that there
was one room I hadn't look in and that the door to that room was
closed: the bathroom. 
"Mrs. Larsen? Are you in there? Are you all right?" I asked through
the closed door. 
"I fell and I can't get up. I need help." 
I opened the door very cautiously. The last thing I wanted to do was
to smack the door into her, but she was clear of the door. It was an
unpleasant sight that met me. Mrs. Larsen was lying on the floor in
her nightgown. Her face was unnaturally pale and she had a bloody
wound in her brow. From the bloodstains on the wall, I could see how
she had got the wound. 
She was lying very awkwardly. Her right leg was slightly twisted under
her in a position that suggested that something was broken. There was
a foul smell of urine and one look at her nightgown revealed where it
came from. I knelt down next to her. 
"My God. How long have you been lying here?" I asked. 
"I don't know." Mrs. Larsen replied. 
Her eyes were unfocused and her voice very weak. I wasn't even sure
she recognized me. 
"I'll call an ambulance," I said, and got up. She didn't answer, just
closed her eyes. 
I went along to the hospital in the ambulance. Mrs. Larsen was very
confused and I had to answer a lot of questions. I realized that I
didn't know very much about her. I knew her birthday, but not the
year. I didn't know if she had any living relatives at all, I just
knew that she had never mentioned any. 
I stayed in the hospital until she had been examined. The wound on her
brow was just superficial, but her hip was fractured and she was
dehydrated. After x-rays and plastering, she was admitted to the
orthopedic ward and when I got to see her again, she was looking much
better. It's incredible how much it means to get something to drink.
She still looked tired and very old, but she did look better. 
"You gave me one hell of a scare!" I said, after I had assured myself
that she was clear thinking again. 
"I'm sorry that you should find me like that. I'd always hoped that I
would die peacefully in my bed," she sighed. 
"You'll still have the chance to do that," I said, trying to take it
from the humorous side. 
"No, I'm not coming back. The doctor told me. I'll never walk again.
It will be at least eight weeks, before my bones are healed and in my
age, it will be impossible to train my legs again. They will send me
to a home." 
She sounded tired and sad. 
"No, we'll work something out. I'll make sure you come back," I said,
not really knowing how I was going to do that. 
"Oh, dear, dear Eric. You want to save everybody, don't you? Don't
worry about me. You have Sophie to take care of," she said. 
"How do you . . .?" I asked. 
"Oh, you talk so much about her and I have seen you kiss her through
my door spy hole. I know, I shouldn't spy on you, and I didn't. I just
happened to look when I heard noise on the stairs. She needs you much
more than I do." 
I was stunned. 
"How long have you known?" 
"Oh, a long time. I didn't want to embarrass you and besides, it's
none of my business. It was up to you to tell me, if you wanted me to
know. I didn't want you to think I was an old busybody." 
She smiled a very warm and loving smile that for a moment brought back
the old Mrs. Larsen that I knew so well. I didn't know what to say. In
a way, I wanted to tell her everything about it. Subconsciously, I
guess I hoped she could give me some kind of an answer, but on the
other hand, I didn't want to bother her with my problems. She couldn't
do anything about them anyway. 
"Well, I'm not going to let them send you to a home, not without
trying to do something," I finally said. 
"You don't have to worry about that. I'm not going to a home," she
said. 
I was going to ask what she was going to do, but she stopped me. 
"I'm tired now and you should be getting home. What time is it?" - She
looked at the clock on the wall. - "It will be midnight before you are
home. You better go now. Do you have money for a cab?" 
"Yes," I said, even though I hadn't planned to spend money on a cab
home. "You get some sleep. Things looks different after a good nights
sleep. Good night." 
She had already closed her eyes. 
"Good night, Eric," she whispered. 
- - - 
It was sad that Mrs. Larsen was in the hospital, but it was not
exactly a surprise. Something like that was bound to happen sooner or
later and I found that it was quite a relief to know that she was in
good hands. I did my best to visit her every day. She complained and
said that I shouldn't spent so much time on her, but I was the only
one and I owed it to her. I don't know why, it just felt like I did. 
My schedule was getting a bit busy, but that had nothing to do with
Mrs. Larsen. I had to see my family every now and then and that was
always on the weekend. The first time I went home for the weekend, I'd
explained to my mother that I had to do some shopping Saturday
morning. That way I'd been able to keep my appointment with Sophie,
but this time, I was invited to a wedding and to make matters worse, I
was going on a company training seminar the following Saturday. It was
mainly a social event and it wasn't mandatory to participate, but I
wanted to. That meant two weeks without Sophie. 
It wasn't the end of the world and Sophie understood when I told her.
We would have one more Saturday together, meaning that we both had a
fortnight to get used to the thought of being without each other for
almost 3 weeks. After all, it wasn't like last time. This time we knew
it was only temporary and that we would see each other again. 
  
The Neighbor's daughter. Chapter 12. 
  
It didn't occur to me until later, how humiliating it must have been
for Mrs. Larsen to be found like she was, lying on the bathroom floor,
dressed only in her nightgown, wet with her own urine. I was slowly
beginning to understand why she wanted to die. It had something to do
with dignity. The full extent of her thoughts still escaped me, but I
was coming to terms with it. 
The last Saturday before our two, almost three weeks separation, I
waited for Sophie in the library entrance hall as usually. Sophie came
in, and went to the counter to hand in the books she had read the past
week. I went up to her as she left the counter. 
"Hurry up! We have to find some books quickly," she said. 
"Why?" 
We never picked books up until after our tête-à-tête in the labyrinth.
"Mum and dad are going to the new mall outside of town and dad is
going to see a demonstration of some power tools at half past eleven.
They won't be home until half past twelve at the earliest, and I asked
if I could go home when I'd finished here and they said yes! We can go
home to your place and make love. Come on!" Sophie spoke fast, and she
was so excited that she almost forgot to breathe. 
"Great!" was all I could say. 
Sophie picked books at random from the shelves. If her parents looked
at the books she borrowed, they would probably wonder why she'd taken
ten book by authors, all beginning with A, but I don't think they did.
In less than three minutes we were out of the library, on the way
home. 
"I couldn't believe it when they said yes. We'll have at least two
hours," Sophie said. 
"And we will be able to make love in my bed," I added. 
"Oh yes! I've missed that so much. You know what I've missed too?"
Sophie asked rhetorically. "Last time, before I went on vacation, when
we made love all day? I was so sore. It lasted for three days and it
felt so wonderful. I could feel you all the time." 
"Well, we'll have to do our best, then. Two hours is not much compared
to six or seven hours." 
Sophie was quiet for moment. 
"I'd like to play a little game," she finally said. 
"What kind of game?" 
"I'd like to be a naughty little schoolgirl and you'll be the
headmaster and punish me," she replied, looking anxiously at me. 
I didn't quite get it. 
"Eh, what do you mean?" 
"You'll have to punish me because I've been naughty, like . . . spank
my bottom," she said blushing and looked away. 
I remembered the story she'd told me about Nina and the guy that had
spanked her. I'd wonder what could be exciting about it and then
forgot about it. Sophie apparently hadn't. 
"Do you really want me to spank you?" 
Sophie didn't look at me when she answered. 
"I . . . Yes! Nina said it was so exciting and I want to feel . . . I
mean, we haven't got time enough to make me really sore and I want to
. . . preserve the feeling of you. And I like it when we play games,"
she added. 
"Want to play games, eh?" I said. 
I think I was trying to buy time. I simple didn't know what to say or
do. I'd never imagined that I'd be spanking a girl. There was one of
the other farmers back home who beat his wife. We didn't know it until
his wife left him with their kids. Both mum and dad were outraged and
they made sure that my brother and I knew that it was something that
one didn't do. This was different but still similar, in a way. 
"Yes, I want to play. I'll be a very ill mannered and obstinate girl.
You'll be my biology-teacher and you'll have to be very strict. I've
bunked off and you'll question me to find out what I've been up to.
Then you'll punish me," Sophie said. 
She's interpreted my question as acceptance of her suggestion. It
wasn't what I meant, but she kind of saved me from making a decision.
She was so happy and excited that I couldn't make myself say no
anyway. I'd just have to play along the best I could. 
"You want me to start the interrogation now?" I asked. 
"No, I think we better wait until we are alone." 
"What if it hurts when I spank you? You know I don't want to hurt
you." 
"Well, I think . . .. You'll spank me and ask if I've learned the
lesson or something like that, and if I say no, you'll have to punish
me more," Sophie said. "I don't want you to hurt me, just make my
bottom hot." 
There was no doubt in my mind that she'd been planning this. 
"Maybe you'll have to teach me other lessons, too," Sophie added. 
"Now, that sounds interesting," I said. "I can imagine what kind of
lessons those are." 
- - - 
Once inside my flat, we shed our coats and went into the living room.
I'd been considering how to go about it while we walked, and I'd
decided to start off as soon as we were home. 
"Young lady! You didn't show up for my biology class yesterday. Where
were you and what were you doing?" I asked, trying to sound very
strict. 
"What's it to you?" Sophie replied in a very provocative tone. 
I could see in her eyes that she enjoyed her role. 
"I will not tolerate that kind of answer, young lady! Don't make
things worse for yourself. Where were you?" 
I pronounced every word very clearly as if I was very upset. Sophie
just frowned at me. 
"Do I have to spank you to make you understand?" 
"I'm too big to be spanked," Sophie said. 
"Don't count on it. Where were you?" 
"I was . . . out," Sophie frowned. 
"Well, that's it, young lady! I'll have to teach you some manners. If
you won't listen, you'll have to feel. Bent over and put your hands on
the chair." 
"Ha! You think I'll tell you just because you spank me," Sophie said,
defiantly. "I'm not going to say anything, even if you spank my bare
bottom." 
"We'll see about that!" 
I pulled her skirt up over her lovely bottom and pulled her panties
down. She went a little out of character, stepped out of her panties
and picked them up. I pretended not to notice. Standing next to her, I
raised my hand. It was a strange feeling. I didn't want to hurt her,
but at the same time, I was carried away by the game. When my hand
fell, it hit her a little harder than I'd planned. 
Sophie didn't make a sound, she just stood there presenting her bare
bottom for me to spank. I gave her three more of the same strength,
before I paused. 
"Well, young lady. What were you doing?" I asked. 
"If you think you can make me talk by patting my bottom like that,
you're a old fool." 
I interpreted her answer as an invitation to spank her a little
harder, which I did. I gave her two more, and Sophie jerked a little
after the first slap, but that was probably because she didn't
anticipate the smack to come that quickly. I still didn't hit her very
hard. Since she didn't react, I continued the spanking with four
slaps, two on each buttock. 
I can't really say what happened and when, but I began to feel aroused
by the situation. The sight of her bare bottom would normally excite
me, but it was more than that. It was a little like when she asked me
to gag her. Suddenly, I didn't mind spanking her, I kind of enjoyed
it. 
"Do I have to get rough on you?" I asked, just to make sure that she
wanted me to go on. 
"HA!" Sophie replied. 
We could go on forever this way, so this time I increased the strength
more than the first time. The following two, quick slaps stung, no
doubt about it. Sophie sucked in air very rapidly and for a moment I
was afraid that I'd been too rough. Sophie arched her back, pushing up
her lovely bottom even more. I gave her two more. 
The pale skin of her bottom was turning pink, and when I brushed my
hand lightly over her buttocks, I could feel that she was getting
hotter. 
"Just remember that I haven't even started to punish you yet," I said
as a clue to Sophie to get on with the game. 
"How hard will you spank me then, ha?" Sophie asked. 
"You want to get a taste?" I asked in a very strict tone. 
"Try me!" 
I gave her one slap, harder than before and hard enough to make her
yelp. 
"OK," she said. "I went out to meet a boy." 
"I see. And what were the two of you doing." 
"He was going to teach me something about biology that you can't." 
"I see. And what would that be, young lady?" 
"You'd like to know, wouldn't you?" 
She answered me in a very cheeky tone. I gave her two quick slaps and
she yelped surprised. 
"Aw!" 
"I told you not to answer me that way." 
"He was going to teach me how to fuck, OK?" Sophie said, less
provocative now. 
"Mind your language, young lady," I warned her. 
"Fuck you!" 
Sophie was caught up in the game as much as I was. She expected the
next two slaps and didn't utter a sound. 
"So you want to know what this part of your body is going to be used
for?" I asked, and let my fingers brush lightly over her crotch. 
Sophie spread her legs a little. 
"You haven't told us, have you?" she said. 
"And this boy you met with, did he tell you?" 
"That's none of your business," Sophie impertinently replied. 
"You are earning yourself a serious spanking this way, young lady," I
said. "I think you'd better tell me." 
"He didn't show up, now did he?" she replied. 
"Oh, so you still don't know?" 
"I do know, I mean, I know that he was going to put his cock in my
cunt!" 
"I warned you! Using those filthy words will only make it worse." 
"I don't care!" 
"We'll see about that!" I said. "I'll spank you until you beg me to
stop, and then I'll show you that I can teach you about human
reproduction, too." 
It sounded awfully formal, just the way one of my old teachers would
have said it. Sophie raised her bottom defiantly. It was already
pretty red and for a brief second my worries about hurting her
returned. 
"You can't teach me shit!" Sophie spat out. 
It wasn't like Sophie to use that kind of language or answer back like
that and it got me back in my role again. I began to spank her poor
bottom. I didn't count the slaps, just waited for her to give me the
sign to stop. I think I put more and more strength into it. Sophie
didn't say a word and her bottom was really beginning to glow. 
"Will you beg me to stop now," I asked without stopping. 
"NO!" Sophie answered and raised her bottom even more. 
I think I was too much into my role. Sophie's answer made me hit her
harder than I'd planned to do. Two red imprints of my hand were
clearly visible on Sophie's already red buttocks. She let out a scream
and raised herself to a standing position. Her hands flew back to
cover herself. 
"Sophie. I'm sorry. I . . ." I began, but she cut me off. 
"Please stop, Mr. teacher. I'll be good," Sophie hissed as she rubbed
her glowing bottom. 
I was about to explain how sorry I was that I'd hurt her, but since
she stayed in her role, I assumed that she wanted to continue the
game. 
"So, the little lady could get enough after all," I smirked. 
"I . . . yes." 
"Are you sorry your little bottom is hurting?" I asked and pushed her
hands away from her buttocks to feel for myself. 
"Yes." 
"I hope that will teach you not to mess with me again. " 
"Yes, sir," Sophie obediently replied. 
"But I think I need to teach you another lesson." 
"Please don't spank me again," Sophie pleaded. 
"I won't, if you behave. I'll teach you a lesson about human biology,"
I said. 
"What do you mean?" Sophie said and looked very, very innocent. 
"Take off your clothes and we'll start with the female anatomy." 
I think Sophie kind of forgot her role again. She immediately began to
strip with a happy, excited smile on her face. She had her back to me
and as she shed the last piece of clothe, I could really see how red
her bottom was. I braced myself with the thought that it was what she
wanted. 
She turned around to face me, again remembering her role and timidly
covering her chest and crotch with her arms. 
"Come over here and take your arms down," I barked. 
She complied reluctantly, but she couldn't help smiling. 
"I can see it's about time that somebody told you about human biology.
First," I said, "we'll have a look at you. This is a mammary gland." 
A cupped her tits with my hands and brushed over her nipples with my
thumbs. 
"You know what they are for, don't you?" 
"My tits? Yes, sir. They are for babies to suckle milk from," Sophie
replied. 
"Yes, but you will find that they serve another purpose as well," I
said. "How does it make you feel, when I do this?" 
I let my thumbs play with her nipples. 
"It . . . tickles in sort of a nice way," Sophie replied. 
"Yes, and if I do this," I said and sucked her left nipple into my
mouth. 
"Oh god, yes. That feels good," she sighed. 
This time, it was me who forgot my role in the game and I sucked on
both her nipples for quite a while, before I remembered what I was
supposed to do. 
"We better continue the lesson in the bedroom," I said and guided
Sophie towards the door. 
Once in there, I ordered her to lie on the bed and spread her legs.
She timidly complied, again trying to cover her crotch, but I firmly
removed her hand. I sat down next to her on the bed and put my hand on
her pussy. It was as hot as her bottom. 
"So, young lady, what do you call this?" 
"Eh, my cunt? No, sorry, sir. My pussy," she quickly corrected
herself. 
I parted her lips and let one finger slide in between the fold. 
"You are very wet, young lady. Do you know why?" 
"It's . . . because you are touching me, sir, and spanked me," Sophie
gasped as my finger flipped her clit from side to side. 
"And why does that make you wet?" 
"Because I want you to fuck me, sir." 
"And you want me to make you come, right?" 
"Yes, sir. Please make me come." 
"I will. And then I'm going to teach you about male anatomy." 
I leaned down over her and began to lick her pussy. Sophie was really
turned on by the game and stayed in her role. 
"Oh yes, sir. It feels so good. Please suck on my clit, sir." 
Seconds later she stopped talking and just moaned and whimpered. Her
orgasm was powerful in the sense that her reactions were strong. She
pressed her legs tightly together, trapping my head and then bucking
her hips violently. I think I strained something in my neck, but I
didn't really notice until much later that day. 
I was about to forget my role as I watch Sophie relax in the aftermath
of her orgasm. She looked so lovely. The lower part of my face was
pretty wet and I dried it with the back of my hand, before I kissed
Sophie. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. 
"Thank you, sir. That was so wonderful. Will you fuck me now?" 
"I will, young lady, I will." 
I shed my clothes very quickly and stood before Sophie completely
naked. 
"Now, this is what a man looks like, young lady." I said. 
"Are you going to put that big cock into my little pussy?" Sophie
asked, almost exaggerating her innocence and ignorance. 
"Yes. Now you're going to feel what it's like to be fucked." 
Honestly, it sounded so silly and I was getting very aroused. It was
impossible for me to continue the game. I was simply too excited. The
condoms were in my drawer and I remembered to take one and roll it on,
but only just. Sophie spread her legs wide apart and welcomed me into
her arms. God, it was so good to make love again, feeling her hot body
under me and feeling how she raised her hips to meet me. If it hadn't
been for the condom, I'd have come the moment I entered her, but I
managed to hold back for a couple of minutes before the urge to come
took over, and I pounded hard into her one last time, loosing myself
to that wonderful feeling of coming inside her. 
We lay close together for a long time, not talking, not moving, just
enjoying the heat, the sweat, the panting and the exhaustion, the
closeness and being together again. Despite the risky rendezvous in
the library, this was the first time since before Sophie's vacation
that I'd felt really close to her. This was what I wanted it to be
like. 
We talked a little about it afterwards and I tried to explain what I
felt to Sophie. She felt the same. Sophie was sure she could persuade
her parents to let her go home from the library alone again, and even
if we didn't have as much time, it would be a lot better than the
library. Things were improving just a little. 
  
The Neighbor's Daughter. Chapter 13. 
Sophie's idea of fond memories was apparently to have a sore pussy or
ass, but I didn't share that view. The strained muscle in my neck
certainly reminded me of how we'd made love, every time I tried to
turn my head, but it didn't exactly excite me. It took almost a week
before I was able to turn my head again. What did excite me was the
thought that we would have an hour or two to ourselves every Saturday.
The less exciting part of my everyday life was Mrs. Larsen. She didn't
thrive in the hospital. Basically, she just wanted to die as quickly
as possible. Since doctors have given an almost sacred vow to keep
people alive for as long as possible, the hospital wasn't the best
place for Mrs. Larsen to stay. Unfortunately, there were no
alternatives. One day, she asked me joshingly if I could hold the
pillow over her head until she stopped breathing. I didn't find it
amusing, mainly because I knew that it wasn't really a joke. 
Despite all hardship, things settled in sort of a routine after a
couple of weeks. Mrs. Larsen forbade me to visit her more than three
times a week. 
"A young man like you shouldn't be hanging around on the hospital's
geriatric death row," as Mrs. Larsen poetically expressed it. 
Sophie and I also settled in a new routine. She had managed to
convince her parents that it would be much easier if she walked home
from the library herself. I was quite pleased that we didn't have to
hide in a corner of the library, constantly at risk of being spotted.
It still wasn't the ideal way to see each other, but as with Mrs.
Larsen, we had no alternative. 
I was actually quite content with the way things were and sure that
they would remain that way for some time. Even the risk of Sophie
getting in trouble was smaller. If her parents were to come home
unexpectedly, we would be able to hear it and she could sneak out
undetected, and pretend to come home late from the library. It was
close to perfect, except that it was only for a few hours once a week.
- - - 
Nothing lasts forever, and the comforting Saturday routine only lasted
two weeks. It was a Wednesday evening and I'd been visiting Mrs.
Larsen, which meant I was eating late. Suddenly, I heard loud voices
from Sophie's flat. Now, usually, I would be in Mrs. Larsen's flat at
this time of day, eating dinner or doing the dishes. In other words,
even if I hadn't heard Sophie's parents argue before, it didn't mean
that it was the first time. I chose to ignore it. 
It continued for a short while, the voices gradually sounding louder
and more agitated. Sophie's farther was very loud, but I could just
hear the voice, not the actual words. My curiosity got the better of
me and I'd just got up from my chair to try and put my ear to the wall
when I heard Sophie's front door open and then slammed angrily shut.
Fast step down the stairs followed. Then everything became quiet. 
Lots of married couple had a quarrel every now and then and it didn't
bother me much. I went back to my dinner and forgot about it. I'd just
finished the last bite, when I heard a quiet knock on my door. I was a
bit surprise since I rarely had visitors, but I went out and opened
the door. It was Sophie and she was in a mess. Her eyes were red and
it was obvious that she'd been crying. 
"What happened?" I asked as I stepped aside and let her in. 
She didn't answer, but as soon as the door was closed, she threw her
arms around my neck, hid her face in my chest, and started to cry like
a rainstorm. I was completely overwhelmed, but I managed to get her
into the living room and down on the sofa. 
There was no end to her tears. I did my best to comfort her, holding
her close and whispering soothing words in her ear. I gave her time
and when she finally stopped crying and looked up at me, I put my
finger on her lips. 
"Shhh, don't say anything. I'll get you a glass of water and you take
a deep breath. We don't want another waterfall to start," I said,
trying to cheer her up just a little. 
She smiled weakly and didn't say anything until she had sipped some of
the water I brought her. I sat down again and put my arms around her.
She rested her head on my chest and began to talk. 
"I was just telling mum and dad that I was going to do some homework
with my classmates, you know, we had to do it together, because we
were doing some group work. Then mum said that she would have to call
my classmate's parent to make sure that there was somebody home to
look after us. I said that my classmate's parents wouldn't be home and
that we didn't need to get help from her parents. I mean, I know that
wasn't why she wanted to call her parents, but I couldn't let her make
the call. Everybody would think I was a freak or something. And then
dad . . ." 
Sophie had to dry her eyes and blow her nose again before she
continued. 
"Dad got very upset and told me not to talk back. I wasn't, really,
but they didn't give me a chance to explain. Mum freaked out and
yelled that I shouldn't upset dad. I can't recall what was said, but
they went on about how ungrateful I was and that they had done so much
for me. Suddenly, dad said that if I didn't like it at home any more,
I could just leave. I . . . was mad at them. I can't recall if I said
anything, but I think I just got up and left." 
Sophie sniffled again and looked up at me. 
"It's not fair. It's not me who wrong, it's them, isn't it?" 
I ran my fingers through her hair. 
"It isn't you, Sophie. The only persons on this earth that can't see
what you have been going through is your parents. You have been so
patient and put up with all their strange rules. Don't blame
yourself," I said. 
Sophie was still very upset and we sat in silence for a long time,
before I dared to ask the question that had to be asked. 
"Do you want to go back and see if they have calmed down now?" I
asked. 
"No! I don't want to go back. They have to ask me to come back. I'm
not going back unless they will let me live a normal life," Sophie
said. 
There wasn't a trace of doubt in her voice. She was still angry and
not thinking rationally. 
"Sophie, they don't know where you are. They will be worried sick, if
you don't come back tonight." 
"I don't care!" 
"Yes, you do. You can stay here for as long as you want to, you know
that, but you have to at least call them and tell them that you are
all right. I know they have been very unfair to you, but they won't
get any sleep tonight if they haven't heard from you. You don't have
to tell them where you are," - and I sure hoped she wouldn't - "but
you have to let them know that you're safe." 
Sophie sighed. 
"OK, but not now, please. I don't want to right now. I just want to be
with you." 
An hour later, Sophie called her parents. I could only hear half the
conversation. 
"Mum? It's Sophie. No, I'm all right." 
There was a pause. 
"I'm not coming home, not until you stop treating my like I was five
years old. - - You want me to apologize? But mum - - But I didn't do
anything wrong. Mum, I'm sixteen, almost seventeen. - - No! I'm not
going back to that." 
Sophie's mum was still talking, but Sophie didn't' say more. A few
seconds later, she hung up and turned to me. 
"Satisfied? Mum wanted me to apologize to dad and to come back
immediately. She even wanted to take away some of my "privileges", as
she called it. You know, bringing Nina home in the afternoon," Sophie
said, sounding more bitter than sad. 
"God, Sophie. There must be some reason why they treat you like that.
What is it?" I asked. 
"How should I know?" Sophie shrugged. 
"Well, at least they know you are safe. Let them sleep on it. Maybe
they will see the light, when they think a little bit about it. Do you
have your key?" 
Sophie looked surprised, but she began to search her pockets. 
"Yes. Why?" 
"Well, I assume that you'll stay here until you have worked something
out with your parents, but your clothes and books are on the other
side of that wall," I pointed to the wall that had kept us apart for
so long. "You'll have to go in there tomorrow, after they have gone to
work and get some clothes and your school things." 
"I guess so. I hadn't thought of that," Sophie said. "But I want some
new clothes. I don't want to wear those childish dresses any more." 
"I can understand that, but you'll have to wear your old clothes until
we get some new for you." 
"I . . . don't have any money. I'll have to get a job," Sophie said
quietly. 
"Let's take one thing at a time. We'll get you some new clothes," I
said. "Don't worry, I'll pay." 
"I don't want to . . . be a burden to you." 
"Sophie. I love you and you'll never be a burden. I want you here with
me and I want you to be happy." 
I hadn't thought about how long Sophie was going to stay. I wanted her
to stay, but I think I would have preferred that it came about in
another way. Hiding her like she was on the run was not the best way
to start our life together. I hadn't thought about the practical and
financial side of things either. All that had to wait. I was just
happy that she was with me. Reality had to wait. 
Sophie cuddled up close to me on the sofa. 
"Eric, I love you so much. I don't know what I'd done without you." 
To be honest, I could only agree. I had heard about girls running away
from home and ending up on the streets, taking drugs and making money
as prostitutes. Her parents could have done a lot more damage, if they
had been successful in keeping Sophie away from everybody. What had
happened tonight was inevitable and would have happened sooner or
later. 
We decided to go to bed and Sophie got to use the bathroom first. We'd
both dreamed of the day that we would be able to sleep together and
now that we finally could, the event was overshadowed by Sophie's
anger and sadness. Still, Sophie came out of the bathroom nude and
kissed me very sensually, before she went to bed. 
When I had finished and came into the bedroom, she was asleep, curled
up in a fetal position. She looked so small and vulnerable. How could
anyone treat her so cruelly, least of all her own parents? I slipped
down next to her as quietly as possible. Sophie woke briefly and
snuggled up close to me. I put my arm around her and we lay like
spoons as close as we could get. 
I didn't fall asleep right away. So many thoughts went through my
head. Sophie was with me, asleep in my arms, but there were still a
lot of problems. I wanted to make Sophie happy, to protect her. It
would be difficult as long as her parents didn't accept that she'd
grown up. They were still her parents and apart from the legal
aspects, Sophie was still emotionally attached to them and she
couldn't just forget about them. 
  
- - - 
Sophie was already awake, when I woke up. She was resting her head on
my arm, looking at me like she'd been waiting for me to wake up for a
long time. I looked at the clock and there was still half an hour
before I had to get up. Sophie smiled happily. Yesterday's troubles
had not yet turned into today's worries. It was as if we existed in a
time and space where there were only us. No words were needed. Sophie
stretched out lazily and I turned over on my side to face her. 
We looked deep in each other's eyes and caressed each other tenderly.
Her skin felt so warm and soft, so receptive. Only the lightest touch
was needed to make her shiver and breathe a little faster. A feathery
touch from my finger and her nipple was hard and erect. 
Being so close together raised the temperature under the duvet to
tropical heat in a very short time. We pushed it off and felt the cool
morning air. It didn't chill us at all. Sophie's skin was burning hot
and our touches became more intense. Without taking her eyes off me,
Sophie reached over and took the condom she'd put on the nightstand
last night. I was able to put it on without losing eye contact. Sophie
straddled me, very slowly lowering herself onto me. 
Nothing else existed, just the two of us. I felt every move she made
as she slowly began to move up and down. I felt how she arched her
back as our pubic bones met, grinding herself against me. And all the
time, we looked at each other. I could look into Sophie through her
eyes and see how her arousal grew as I penetrated her deeper and
deeper, until she sat up straight with me inside her as deep as I
possibly could get. 
I reached up and cupped her tits and she began to rotate her hips
gradually faster and more intense. All I could hear was Sophie's
breath. The noise from the street and the stairs was gone. Even my own
breathing was soundless. I think it was the closet I've ever been to
become one with another person. When Sophie quietly reached her peek,
the wall of her pussy squeezed me tightly. She lay down over me and
after a few, rigid and deep thrusts, I came only seconds after her. 
We could have stayed in bed forever, but my alarm clock brought us
back to reality. Sophie decided to stay home from school and get her
books and some clothes. It was her decision, but I encouraged it. She
needed time to think things over, before she talked to her parents
again. 
- - - 
I came home around five and found Sophie engaged in schoolwork. She
wasn't wearing one of her usual loose dresses. 
"I called Nina and told her what had happened. She already knew and
she'd guess that I was here. Mum called her yesterday evening asked if
I was there. It was Nina's mum who picked up and she doesn't know
anything about you. You know what she said to my mum when she realized
that I'd run off? "So, Sophie has finally escaped the prison". Nina's
mum wouldn't tell Nina what my mum said after that, but it was a very
short conversation," Sophie said. 
"Well, I hope that it will make your mum think a little bit about what
you said to her last night. Are those Nina's clothes?" I asked. 
"Yes. She said I could borrow some of her clothes until I get some new
clothes. She would check if they need somebody in the store she works
in. I might be able to get a job there." 
"That sounds great, but let's see how things work out. I think you
should call your parents again tonight. We have to find some kind of
solution," I said. "As long as you are under eighteen, you need their
approval for a lot of things. You might even need them if you want a
job. You can't sign a legally binding job contract until you are of
age." 
"You could sign," Sophie said. 
"I'd have to be appointed your guardian, which means that your parents
have to be deemed unfit to care for you by a judge. That's not going
to happen. Even if you complained to the authorities, it would
probably take a long time to go through all the necessary procedures
and you'd be eighteen long before it was settled." 
"Why does everything have to be so complicated?" Sophie sighed. 
"It's going to be all right. Let's see what your mum has to say, when
you call her tonight. I'm sure you can reach some kind of agreement."
I said. 
"I want to stay here with you." 
"I know, but maybe it's better that you stay with your parents.
Hopefully, I'll get something bigger and then we can move in together
when you are old enough. I doubt your parents will accept that you
live with me now." 
"I though you wanted me here?" Sophie said, very disappointed. 
"I do, Sophie, I do, but we have to be realistic and . . . any way you
look at it, you're still attached to your parents. I mean, the bonds
between parents and children don't break so easily. We have to find
the best way and if you burn the bridges behind you, I'm afraid you'll
never be happy." 
Sophie didn't answer. 
"Sophie, if your parents will let you go out and dress as the other
girls, it won't be that bad to go back, will it?" I asked. 
"I just want to be with you," she whispered as the tears began to run
down over her cheeks. 
"Please, Sophie. I just want to do what will be best for all of us in
the long run. I want to be with you as much as you want to be with me.
Please trust me. I love you so much and I don't want to see you hurt
again. Please, Sophie," I begged her. 
"Why does it have to be me? Why can't I just have normal parents and
live a normal life?" Sophie sobbed. 
I couldn't answer, but I dearly hoped that her parents would come to
their senses. 
  

The Neighbor's daughter. Chapter 14. 
It took some time and a lot of tears to convince Sophie that I still
loved her and wanted to live with her, but that it would be better if
she could reach some kind of agreement with her parents and live with
them. Then we began to discuss her "demands". 
At first, she wanted them to apologize to her for treating her badly,
but I convinced her that it would be very difficult to make them admit
that they had treated her wrongly all these years. She'd have to go
slowly. We settled on two basic demands: She wanted to dress like
other girls her age, and she wanted to be able to go out and visit her
friends and classmates. 
Sophie also wanted to get on the pill, but I knew a way to fix that
without involving her parents. I'd discretely asked my doctor if it
was possible for him to make the prescription for Sophie without her
parents knowing, and as long as she was over 15, that would be no
problem. In principle, she would have to go to her own doctor, but
when I explained the circumstances, he agreed to do it, if needed. 
I was very nervous when Sophie called her parents. 
"Hi mum. It's Sophie. I just called to say I'm doing fine. - - Yes,
that's why I called. - - Mum, don't - - With a friend - - Not Nina. I
have other friends, even though you would prefer that I sat alone in
my room the rest of my life." 
Not a cleaver remark, but Sophie was upset even before she made the
call. She listened for a while, and then all of a sudden she yelled: 
"Stop it, mum! That's not the way it is. I'm not a child any more and
you have to stop treating me like one. - - No, I won't hang up if you
listen to me. I want to dress like other girls and I want to be able
to go out like other girls. I want to have a life!" 
She was getting very angry now and any chance of a mutual
understanding between Sophie and her mother was rapidly evaporating. 
"Why do I have to be different from all other girls? - - Maybe it was,
when you were my age, but it's different now! - - No, you're wrong.
How many girls do you know that aren't allowed to visit their friends?
- - Why don't you ask your colleagues what their daughters are allowed
to do? - - That's not true and you know it. I'm the only one who lives
in a prison. - - How could I tell Nina's mother? I'm not allowed to
visit her. I never talk to her. - - Just forget it. I'm staying here.
Good bye mum." 
Sophie hung up. She was upset and very frustrated. I didn't need to
ask. Instead, I put my arms around her and pulled her close to me. 
"You can stay here for as long as you want. Don't worry, they'll come
to their senses," I whispered. 
"She was so concerned the first few seconds, and then she starts
telling me that I have to come home and go back to the old ways. She
knows it's wrong, I mean, she can ask anybody, but she won't admit it.
I did listen to her, and I didn't hang up on her, but she won't listen
to me," Sophie said, desperately trying to suppress her tears. 
"You did what you could. You'll just have to give them more time." 
"I have to be patient! I have to give them time! I have to go back and
put up with their old fashioned ideas! Why is it always me?" Sophie
sniffled, no longer able to contain her tears. 
"I wish I knew, Sophie." 
- - - 
Sophie didn't call her parents the next couple of days. No, it wasn't
revenge; Sophie simply didn't have the energy to argue with her mum.
If I thought that it would help, I'd have put pressure on her to do
so, but I was convinced that the only thing that could make her
parents see sense was time. 
She went to school Friday. Sophie was used to being taken to school by
her parents, in their car. Now, she had to leave early because she had
to walk. The advantage was that she didn't run into her parents on the
stairs. I was still a little worried about what would happen if
Sophie's parents found out that she was hiding next door, in my flat. 
Saturday, we did it the other way around, and waited for her parents
to go shopping, before we went out. Nina had told Sophie about some
good shops where they had fairly cheap clothes. Some of the shops were
quite expensive, but had a rack with out-of-stock models and clothes
with small defects or stains. I did spend a lot of money, but when we
went home, Sophie had 4 blouses, three shirts, ten t-shirts - pure
cotton and very cheap - and two pairs of jeans. We bought some
underwear as well. The main thing for Sophie was that it had to be
really tight fitting. No more baggy dresses or loose slacks. 
When we came home, I made sure that Sophie hid behind me until we were
in my flat, just in case her parents were looking. Sophie immediately
began to try on all the clothes. She was so happy. It was the first
time in many years that she'd had clothes that she wanted. All the
bargain blouses and shirts were examined very carefully to find any
little detail that needed to be fixed. It took her over two hours. 
Saturday evening we decided to go out. I'd already ruined my saving
program, buying clothes for Sophie, so I might as well do it properly.
Sophie dressed up and she looked stunning in very tight jeans and an
equally tight sleeveless blouse. 
I'd picked a small Italian restaurant, nothing fancy but a very
romantic one with candles on the tables. It was the first time Sophie
had been to a restaurant without her parents. It was also the first
time she had a glass of wine and even though she said she liked it, I
think she would need to try it a few more times, to get used to the
taste. She settled for one glass. I didn't want her to get drunk. That
would have spoiled a very romantic evening. 
Nina came around on Sunday. After hugging Sophie, she looked at her. 
"So?" she asked. 
"So?" Sophie giggled. 
"Are you happy?" 
"Yes! And I don't want to talk about my parents, okay? I'm just so
happy right now. We went shopping yesterday and we bought - Come on,
I'll show you." 
Off they went into the bedroom to look at Sophie's new clothes. I made
coffee. They were still talking and giggling in the bedroom, when I
announced that coffee was ready. We sat down to drink coffee and Nina
picked up her bag. 
"I bought these in a sale, because they were cheap, but they never did
fit. I think they'll be perfect for you," Nina said and took out a
pair of very hip shoes. 
We hadn't thought about shoes yesterday. 
"God, Nina! They must have cost a fortune," Sophie said. 
"No, and I can't use them anyway. They have been standing in my closet
for over a month and I get so annoyed every time I look at them. Try
them on, please." 
Sophie did and they fitted her nicely. She looked really posh. After
walking around, Sophie sat down and looked at the shoes. She was very
quiet for a long time. When she looked up, she was smiling, but there
were tears in her eyes. She waved Nina over and at the same time, she
reached out for me. We both hugged her tightly. I'd never dreamed that
a pair of shoes and some clothes could make anybody so happy that they
would cry. 
"Thanks," Sophie managed to sniffle. "I don't know what . . ." 
"It's just so wonderful to see you happy," Nina interrupted her. 
Had it been anybody but Nina, I would probably have been jealous when
Sophie gave her ea big kiss, but with Nina it was different. She moved
back to her chair and we finished the coffee, talking about everything
and nothing, sex in particular. 
Nina was very quick to tell me that she didn't have a boyfriend
presently. Seeing the look Nina sent Sophie as she told me, I was sure
the girls had already talked about it while they looked at Sophie's
new clothes. I knew they hadn't had time to be together the last
couple of weeks and Nina had a healthy sexual appetite. It was just a
question of who was going to suggest that we do something about it. 
When Nina had told me she didn't have a boyfriend, Sophie followed her
lead. 
"When I haven't been able to be with Eric for a long time, it's like
my imagination runs wild," she said. 
"I know what you mean. I've had some wild fantasies lately," Nina
giggled. 
"I think it's because the hormones accumulate," I said. 
"What did you dream about?" Sophie asked, looking knowingly at Nina. 
"I . . . was thinking about the time that the three of us were
together, but you had one of those artificial cocks with a harness
that your can put on like panties. I got kind of a double taking. I
don't know if I'd like it for real, but it was so hot in my fantasy,"
Nina answered. 
"You mean like, I had a cock, too? Can you really get something like
that?" Sophie asked in her wonderful, innocent way. 
"Sure, but they cost an arm and a leg." 
"And we both . . ." Sophie trailed off, but Nina understood. 
"Yes. I mean, I don't know if I'd even like it, but you were in my
pussy and Eric was in the other hole." 
Nina blushed. Sophie looked like she hadn't quite figured it out, but
then her face cleared and she giggled. 
"Oh, that way," Sophie said. "I often dream about the three of us
together, too." 
"Quite a popular fantasy," I said, mainly because I couldn't come up
with anything better. 
I didn't want to suggest the obvious. I felt that this was Sophie's
day, a day for her to be happy and forget her worries, and I would go
along with whatever she suggested. It was her choice, no matter how
obvious I thought it was. I knew I often fantasized about that day
with Nina and Sophie. I loved Sophie more than any other girl and the
fact that I also thought about sex with Nina somehow made me feel a
little guilty sometimes. Irrational, yes, but that's the way of the
human brain. 
"We haven't got that harness thing," Sophie said, "But I still think
we could drive you insane." 
"Certainly," I added, just to let Sophie know that it would be fine by
me. 
"You want to try?" Nina giggled. 
We did and in no time we had arranged the cushions and bolster from my
sofa on the floor and put a sheet over. Sophie knew what she wanted to
do and took control. I think Nina was as surprised as I was, but I
thought it was great to see Sophie with so much self-confidence. 
Nina was told to sit down while Sophie and I undressed each other.
Sophie made a little show of undressing me. To tease both me and Nina,
she slipped her hands under my clothes before she took it off to tease
me. I tried to so the same when I undressed her and I couldn't help
kissing her nipples a little once they were unwrapped. 
Nina was next and we did it together. We didn't have the same patience
with her clothes and in no time at all, Nina was lying completely
naked on the floor. Sophie told me to lie down next to her with Nina's
arm under me and her leg between mine. Sophie did the same way on the
other side of Nina. 
"What are you doing?" Nina giggled nervously when she realized that
she couldn't move her arms and legs very much. 
"We're going to drive you mad," Sophie replied. 
We did. We let the tips of our fingers touch every part of Nina's body
within reach. Only feathery touches, but they did drive Nina up the
walls. Her nipples were teased endlessly, her inner thighs, her outer
lips and her inner lips were lightly pinched and pulled. Only the spot
Nina wanted the most to be touched was left alone. After 15 minutes,
Nina was fighting desperately to get her arms free, but Sophie was
relentless. 
She had been licking Nina's nipple, but moved up to her ear and
whispered something I couldn't hear. 
"Yesssss!" Nina moaned. 
Sophie released Nina's arm and leg and motioned me to do the same.
Nina was up in no time, letting Sophie take her place. Sophie spread
her legs and Nina turned and straddled her face while she lowered her
mouth to Sophie's pussy. Just before Nina pressed her aching pussy
against Sophie's face, she told me to get behind Nina and fuck her. 
This was my favorite position and since I didn't know what Sophie's
plan was, I had to concentrate a lot to keep myself from coming. Nina
and Sophie didn't have to worry about that. Remembering Nina's
fantasy, I looked down on her dark, tiny hole and wondered what it
would be like to squeeze my cock into it. I vividly remembered how
tight Sophie had been and that was only a finger! I knew it was
possible, but it would be a very tight fit. 
I brushed my thumb over Nina's asshole. It felt dry and I wouldn't
even try to penetrate her, but the muffled cry told me that she liked
to be touched there. Seconds later, Nina shuddered and moaned as
quietly as possible into Sophie's pussy as her first orgasm rushed
through her. We had to be quiet. Sophie's parents were next door, and
calling out Nina or Sophie's name could give Sophie away. 
Sophie continued to attack Nina's pussy and I had to concentrate very
hard to hold back. A minute or two later, Nina had her second orgasm,
and I had to pull out. Nina became very tight during her orgasm and
that was more than I'd be able to take. I certainly didn't mind
fucking Nina, but I wanted to make love with Sophie as well. 
Nina rolled over and lay next to Sophie. Sophie looked very, very
excited, her eyes shining with anticipating. Nina was panting heavily
and looked like the cat that ate the canary. Sophie quickly sat up and
kissed me deeply. Nina sat up a little more slowly and put her arms
around both of us. We invited her in, trying to make it a three way
kiss. It didn't really work out. Instead, Sophie alternated between
kissing Nina and me. 
"It must be your turn now," Nina said to Sophie. 
"Ummm. We just need a condom. God, can't we go to your doctor
tomorrow?" Sophie asked. 
"I think he has evening consultation on Wednesday," I replied. 
When I went to the bedroom to get the sheet we'd used to put over the
cushions, I also got a condom. Sophie sighed impatiently, but smiled
when she saw that I already had the condom. I sat back down and rolled
it on. Nina and Sophie knelt in front of each other. Sophie put her
hands on Nina's shoulders and leaned towards her, raising herself on
her knees. Nina whispered something I couldn't hear and they giggled.
Sophie raised herself a little more and moved back, spreading her
legs. Nina let her hands run down Sophie's sides to her thighs. 
I moved in behind Sophie and let my hands run up her sides to her
tits. Sophie wiggled her hips impatiently, but I continued to caress
her tits and nipples a little longer while Nina caressed her inner
thighs. I wish I'd had a mirror and could have seen Sophie's face, but
when I looked at Nina's face, I actually think it mirrored Sophie's
expressions. Their eyes were locked together. 
I pressed my body against Sophie, feeling her soft buttocks against my
groin. Nina reached between Sophie's legs and guided my cock to
Sophie's opening. In one long stroke, I let my cock slide into her
very wet pussy. Actually, only half my cock was in her because she was
sitting fairly upright. I tried to move closer to her, kneeling under
her. That way, she was kind of sitting on me, and I could penetrate
her deeper. Little by little, we found the best position. 
My hands were still on Sophie's tits and I could feel that Nina's hand
was between Sophie's legs, most likely playing with her clit. We moved
in slow motion. Nina's free hand caressed Sophie's hair, then her
face. She let Sophie lick her fingers and suck two of them into her
mouth as if she was sucking on my cock. Sophie had to breathe through
her nose, accentuating her quick breathing. 
Her breathing intensified and she began to move faster up and down on
my cock. I squeezed her tits tighter and used them to get a better
grip on her. Nina's fingers were no longer in Sophie's mouth, and I
couldn't see where her free hand was. I had a good guess, though. 
Sophie was getting close to coming and leaned closer to Nina, resting
her head on Nina's shoulder. 
"Harder," Sophie gasped. "Harder." 
I let go of her tits and grabbed her hips instead. 
Nina whisper something in Sophie's ear. 
"Yes . . . harder," Sophie gasped. "It feels so good . . . your
fingers." 
Hearing her talk like that was really exciting and spurred me on. I
almost lifted Sophie up with my next trust. 
"Yes, harder," Sophie responded. 
I couldn't do it much harder, but I did my best and that was good
enough. Too good, but Sophie was very close and between us, Nina and
I, we sent Sophie over the edge. She whimpered into Nina's shoulder as
I continued to pump furiously into her. I was far beyond the point of
no return and exploded inside Sophie even before her orgasm had
subsided. It was truly well timed, but it was sheer luck. 
Afterwards, we lay on the floor and tried to catch our breath. Nina
looked and sounded like she had made herself come one more time. 
"Was this what you meant when you said I should come on Sunday?" Nina
asked, looking at Sophie. 
Sophie didn't get it and she looked very confused when Nina and I
cracked up. It wasn't that funny, but Sophie's confused face amplified
the effect. It took a minute before Nina was able to explain what it
was that made it so funny. 
It was a really wonderful weekend. 
  
The Neighbor's daughter. Chapter 15. 
It took me until Tuesday to convince Sophie that she should call her
parents again. She was very moody and I had to go easy on her. One
minute, she was overly happy that we were together, and that she could
do as she pleased, the next she was crying because her mother wouldn't
listen to her or because she didn't have any money and had to rely
totally on others for everything, even her clothes. 
I saw Sophie's parents on the stairs Tuesday morning. They looked
worried, really worried. I decided that I'd have to make Sophie call
them in the evening. I was gentle about it, but insistent. I didn't
tell her that I've seen her parents, but I told her that they were
bound to be worried sick and that they probably were ready to listen
to her. Sophie was still reluctant to do it, but finally she accepted.
I think it was more for my sake than for her parents. 
The phone-conversation with her mother was short, but they didn't get
into an argument. Sophie just told her that she was doing fine, and
her mother was apparently so relieved just hearing from her that she
didn't try to make her tell where she was or anything thing else that
could upset Sophie. Sophie promised her to call again the next day and
that was it. 
The phone call lifted Sophie's spirits considerably. Wednesday's call
was much the same, and when Sophie's mother asked where she was
staying, Sophie calmly told her that she was staying with a friend and
that it would be best if they didn't know who it was. 
Thursday, Sophie's mother listened when Sophie told her that she
wanted to be able to go out and visit her friends, if she was going to
move back. Her mother just said that they would have to work out
something and that she would talk with Sophie's father. When Sophie
hung up, she was relieved and very happy. 
It was something else that gave Sophie a headache: a party Friday
night. It was a school party and only for the pupils, which meant that
I couldn't participate. Sophie had never been to a school party before
and she badly wanted to go, but she wanted me to go along and that was
impossible. I told her to go and have a good time with Nina and her
classmates. 
Sophie couldn't make up her mind, no matter how many times I told her
to go. It was very difficult for me to understand why she would rather
be with me than go to the party she had dreamed of like Cinderella in
her room. I began to suspect that she was afraid to go, because she
didn't know how to behave and didn't know how to dance. She wouldn't
admit it when I asked her, but a little later she asked me about
dancing. I told her to watch what others did and try to do the same. I
wasn't much of a dancer and certainly not able to teach her. 
Friday afternoon when Nina came around to pick her up, she still
hadn't made up her mind. Nina ignored Sophie's indecisiveness and
dragged her into the bedroom. When they came out, Sophie was dressed
to kill. Nina had brought her makeup purse and she helped Sophie put
on a dazzling makeup. Before Sophie had time to change her mind, Nina
towed her along. 
The party ended at midnight and I'd promised to pick her up outside
the school. She was ecstatic when she came out. 
"It was wonderful. Nina showed me how to dance and it was so much fun.
I've danced all evening. My legs are so tired, but it was so
wonderful," Sophie chirped. 
"You see? I told you it would be great," I said. 
Nina came over to say good night. She had to get home and get some
sleep, because she was going to work Saturday morning. A couple of
senior boys approached us and offered to follow Sophie home. She put
her arm around me. 
"No, it's cool. My boyfriend will walk me home." 
She was almost bursting with pride when she said it and I think it
made it even better that the boys looked disappointed. I can
understand why they were disappointed; Sophie looked fantastic. Her
cheeks were glowing in the cool midnight air and her eyes were shining
brighter than the stars. 
Sophie talked and talked. She only stopped talking while we walked up
the stairs to my flat and when she brushed her teeth. She continued
talking in the bed, until she all of a sudden went quiet. I'd been
lying on my back with Sophie's head resting on my arm. When I looked
at her, she was asleep. 
- - - 
On Sunday, Sophie told her mother about the party. Sophie's mother
didn't say very much and I don't think she was pleased, but Sophie
didn't notice. She was still very excited about the party. Monday's
phone call was short, but Tuesday they finally began to talk about
moving back home. Her parents were willing to let her go out, but she
would have to be home by nine on weekdays and if she was going to be
out later in the weekend, her parents would come and pick her up.
Sophie said that she wanted to think it over. 
Sophie thought that nine was too early and she didn't want her parents
to pick her up, if she was out in the weekend. I suggested a
compromise: nine thirty on weekdays and if she was home before ten on
weekends, she could go home alone. 
Her parents accepted it and on Thursday, Sophie moved back while they
were at work. She stayed home Thursday evening and I was dying to hear
what had happened. Sophie waited in my flat when I came home Friday
afternoon. 
"It was awful to sit and wait for them. I was about to lose my nerve,
just before they came home. Mum was almost too much. She hugged me and
cried like I'd been gone for ages," Sophie said. 
"Well?" I asked, impatiently. 
"They wanted to know where I'd gotten the money to buy new clothes,"
she explained. "I was so nervous. Anyhow, I told them that I'd
borrowed the clothes from Nina and that I wanted to go out and buy
some new clothes today. Mum said that she wanted to go with me and I
told her she couldn't. Mum insisted until I said that I'd leave again,
if they didn't let me decide what I was going to wear. That was what
we had agreed on. Then mum gave in." 
Sophie reached inside her pocket and took out the money her parents
had given her. 
"Here. I hope that will be enough," she said and handed me the money. 
"No. You'll need more clothes. Just think of it as all the birthday
and Christmas presents I've never given you." 
"Please. I want you to have the money," Sophie insisted. 
"Look, Sophie. I have a job and earn money now. It's not like when I
studied. You can pay me back when you have finished school and earn
money, too. That's final. Put it back," I said. 
"I don't . . . " 
"Sophie, please. Keep it and let's go out and buy some clothes for
you. I'll just need to get a cup of coffee," I interrupted her. 
She reluctantly accepted and put the money back in her pocket. 
"So, what else happened?" I asked. 
"It was awkward. I didn't know what to say or do and all Mum could say
was that it was good I was back. Dad didn't say much at all. We just
sat there all evening, looked at the telly and said as little as
possible. I went to bed at nine," she said. 
"Don't worry. It will get better," I assured her. 
"They didn't ask me about anything, the party, what I'd been doing,
nothing!" 
"Would you have answered, if they had asked you what you had been
doing?" I asked. 
"Yes! I mean, as long as they didn't ask where I was and . . . OK,
maybe I wouldn't. But I wanted to tell mum about the party." Sophie
said. 
"I'm sure she'll listen if you tell her, but she doesn't know what you
want to tell and what you don't want to tell. And I don't think you
should tell her about me. Not yet." 
"I just want to tell . . . someone. I've got a boyfriend and new
clothes - - Nina knows and some of my classmates, but . . . " Sophie
trailed off. 
"Oh, my sweet little Sophie," I burst our, and hugged her tightly. "I
love you so much." 
- - - 
Things gradually got back to normal. Sophie visited me almost every
evening. I was still convinced that her parents would flip the lid if
they knew, so Sophie went downstairs and out the door, waited and then
quietly went up again to visit me. This time, I didn't put my hopes up
too high. Even though it seemed like everything was ok and we could go
on like this, I knew it could end tomorrow. I was right, only this
time, it wasn't Sophie that caused the commotion; it was Mrs. Larsen. 
A week later, on Thursday, I'd visited Mrs. Larsen and she wasn't
well. It looked like she finally was going to die like she wanted to.
I couldn't help feeling sad and I guess I was hoping she would get
better. The head nurse stopped me on the way out. 
"Mrs. Larsen is very weak. She refuses to eat and I was hoping that
maybe you could convince her to eat something. If not, we will have to
feed her by tube," she said. 
"Why? Mrs. Larsen wants to die. She's not coming home and she doesn't
want to end up in a home. Why do you have to keep her alive?" I heard
myself asking. 
The nurse looked at me with a stone face. 
"We can't just let people die. This is a hospital," she replied. 
"Well, perhaps Mrs. Larsen doesn't belong in a hospital. Look, I know
you can't let people die. I just told you what Mrs. Larsen has told me
over and over again, since before she came here. If she has decided
not to eat, nobody in this world can make her chance her mind." 
The nurse suddenly relaxes a little. 
"Sorry. I know this isn't easy. I was just hoping that you could help.
We have tried to feed her by tube, but she blankly refused. We won't
be able to insert the tube until she loses consciousness and by them
it might be too late," she said. 
"It may sound cruel, but I hope it will be too late. She really wants
to die." 
- - - 
The call came on Saturday afternoon. 
"Mr. Eric Green?" 
"That's me." 
"It's from the hospital. Mrs. Larsen has just passed away. I'm sorry,
but it happened very quickly and we didn't have time to call you." 
I recognized the voice as belonging to the nurse I spoke with on
Thursday. She sounded so cold and businesslike, and it made me both
angry and sad. 
"I think that was what she wanted," I replied. 
"Will you be arranging the funeral?" 
Her question caught me by surprise. I'd never thought about who was
going to do that. 
"Eh, I guess so . . . Didn't she leave any names on her next of kind?"
I asked, very well knowing that she, to my knowledge, had no family
left. 
"No, only your name and a phone number to a man I don't know. We
haven't been able to reach him," the nurse calmly replied. 
"A man you don't know? Never mind. I'll come around in an hour or so.
Will you be there?" 
"I'll be here until five." 
I hung up and it suddenly occurred to me that I felt more relieved
than sad. Then I thought about the funeral and that worried me a
little. I had no idea how to go about arranging a funeral. 
I went to the hospital right away. Once I was there, the head nurse
was friendlier and much more compassionate. I mainly needed to know
what the procedure was, but I was also interested in who the other man
was. 
"It's a Mr. Zimmermann," the head nurse informed me. "We haven't been
able to get in touch with him yet, but I'll try later and again
tomorrow." 
"Has he been here?" I asked. 
"Not during my shifts. I've never seen anyone but you visit Mrs.
Larsen. Now, you don't have to do anything until Monday. She has to
stay in the morgue for 24 hours. If you want to take care of the
arrangements, I'll suggest that you contact a Funeral service. They
can handle it for you. If not, we'll put an advert in the papers and
announce her death. If nobody claims the body, the council will pay
for the burial." 
"I think I'll take care of it. As far as I know, she had no living
relatives, unless Mr. Zimmermann is a relative. Her son died young and
her husband has been dead for many years, too. She's never talked
about any relatives. She did play bridge, but two of the
bridge-players are dead and the last one was in a home. He isn't able
to recognize anybody, not even his own children. He might be dead by
now. I haven't heard anything about him for some time. Mrs. Larsen
feared to end up like that," I said. 
"What is your relations to the deceased?" the nurse asked. 
"Eh, I'm her neighbor," I replied. 
"In my experience, it is very unlikely that Mrs. Larsen has any
relatives. If she had, she would have talked about them. Old people
like her often show us a ten-year-old holiday postcard and say: 'See,
my grandson has written to me from Spain'. It's so sad. Mr. Zimmermann
is probably an old acquaintance. He might be the last bridge player." 
"Maybe. I can't recall his surname. She usually referred to him by his
first name, Samuel," I said. "Thanks for your help. I'll get back to
you on Monday." 
I had to get out of there. It was so depressing being there and to
listen to the stories about old, abandoned people; Old people dying
alone in a hospital, nobody to take care of anything. To live a whole
lifetime and end up with a senile old friend and a neighbor you've
only known for a few years. God, it was depressing. 
It felt good to get out in the fresh cool autumn air. I wanted to
forget about Mrs. Larsen and the funeral arrangements until Monday. I
walked home to get time gather my thoughts and put the hospital behind
me. When I got home, I picked up Mrs. Larsen's key and went into her
flat. I tried to picture her in her favorite chair and refresh the
memories of her from before she went to the hospital. That was the way
I wanted to remember her: a nice, bright and witty old lady. 
I went out into the kitchen. I'd bought a good supply of red wine,
just before she went into hospital and I took two bottles with me back
to my flat. I knew she wouldn't mind. Actually, I think she would have
wanted me to. 
Sophie came around after dinner. I had considered taking her out, but
I suddenly didn't feel up to it. Fortunately, I hadn't promised her
anything, so we stayed in and talked about Mrs. Larsen and Sophie's
parents. Sophie didn't really know Mrs. Larsen. Her parents apparently
thought that Mrs. Larsen was a nosy old lady and had told Sophie to
stay away from her. Sophie knew better and had asked me if she could
come along to the hospital when Mrs. Larsen was first admitted. I'd
asked Mrs. Larsen and she didn't want Sophie to see her in the
hospital. 
"This is not a place where you should spent your time and it is most
certainly not a place to invite a sixteen year old girl. Tell her that
she can visit me when I get home. That will be better," had been Mrs.
Larsen's reply. 
I'd already told Sophie that Mrs. Larsen wouldn't return to her flat,
so I told her the truth and tried to explain why. I think she
understood. Explaining it to Sophie helped me understand. 
I didn't want to spend all evening talking about Mrs. Larsen, and
instead we talked about Sophie's parents and how they were getting
along. It was better now. Sophie could feel some tension, when she
said she was going out, but they didn't say anything. Sophie had to
tell them where she was going, but it wasn't really a problem. Nina
had explained everything to her mother, and she had been very upset
about the way Sophie was treated by her parents. Nina's mother had
agreed to cover for Sophie when she was with me. Sophie would say that
she was with Nina and if Sophie's parents were to call Nina, her mum
would say that they were out or that Sophie was on her way home. Then
she would and call me. 
Sunday afternoon, I got another call. 
"Eric Green?" a male voice asked. 
"Yes." 
"I'm Mr. Zimmermann. I believe you are Elvira's neighbor?" 
"Elvira? I'm not sure I know anybody by that name . . . Oh, you mean
Mrs. Larsen." I said, remembering who Mr. Zimmermann was. 
"Oh, sorry. How stupid of me. I am, or rather was Mrs. Larsen's
lawyer. I just wanted to tell you that you don't have to worry about
the funeral. Mrs. Larsen left instructions with me and unless you
insists, I'll take care of the arrangements." Mr. Zimmermann said. 
"Eh, no. I mean, yes, fine. I don't really know anything about
funerals," I answered. 
"Good. Now, do you think you could drop by my office? I would like to
talk to you and I must admit that I'm a little curious to see you, now
that I've heard so much about you." 
Mr. Zimmermann had a very pleasant voice and he sounded so friendly. 
"Where's your office?" I asked. 
"Oh, it's about two minutes from your office. Elvira told me where you
work." 
He told me the address and I agree to come the next day after work. It
wasn't until after I'd put down the phone that I realized that I'd
never known Mrs. Larsen's first name. I didn't know how old she really
was, either and I'd never heard about Mr. Zimmermann before, but Mr.
Zimmermann apparently knew all about me. And why did he want to talk
to me? I'd have to wait to find out. 
  
The Neighbor's daughter. Chapter 16. 
Mr. Zimmermann's office was in an old, beautiful building. The
entrance hall had tall oak foot panels and was furnished with old
upholstered leather furniture. A secretary asked me to wait and called
Mr. Zimmermann on the intercom. 
"Send him right in," I heard Mr. Zimmermann's voice say. 
The Secretary pointed to a heavy oak door. Behind it was a large
office with dark furniture. A grey-haired man was sitting behind a
heavy desk. 
"Ah, Mr. Green. Do sit down. I'm Mr. Zimmermann." 
We shook hands and I sat down. 
"I guess you're wondering why I've asked you to come here?" he said. 
"Yes. Is it about the funeral?" 
"That too. Elvira, Mrs. Larsen, wanted to be buried along side her
late husband and son. They have a family burial plot. She requested a
simple service and I'm afraid it will be very simple since the only
people there will be you, the vicar and myself," Mr. Zimmermann said. 
"You seem to know Mrs. Larsen very well?" I said. 
"Yes. I've been her layer for over 40 years. Her late husband was my
first client when I joined this firm. When he died, Mrs. Larsen
continued to use the firm and I've been her lawyer all these years." 
I wondered why Mrs. Larsen would need a lawyer. A businessmen or
criminals maybe, but why would an old, retired widow need a lawyer?
Mr. Zimmermann didn't look like the kind of lawyer that would serve
dodgy crooks. It was hard to tell how old he was, but he looked very
distinguished and he was so calm and pleasant, smiling and very polite
but not overdoing it. 
"Mrs. Larsen talked a lot about you. It seems that you did an awful
lot for her." 
"No, I just did a little shopping. She was a very kind lady," I
mumbled. 
"Well, according to Elvira, you did much more than that. She has
actually left everything to you," Mr. Zimmermann said. 
"What do you mean?" I asked. 
"You are the sole beneficiary in her will." 
"That was very kind," I said. "I don't think she had much, but she
always insisted on paying when I cooked dinner. She probably paid for
two thirds of my dinners during the five years I knew her." 
She couldn't have left me much. As far as I knew, she'd been living of
her pension for many years. She used little money the last couple of
years, but her savings couldn't amount to very much. 
"How much do you know about her late husband?" Mr. Zimmermann asked. 
"Well, he was an accountant. In a bank, as far as I recall. She didn't
talk very much about him." 
"He was an accountant, at least when he started out, but by the time
he died, he had been promoted a couple of times. Elvira came from a
decent but fairly poor family. When he died, she wanted to go back
home, so to speak. She didn't like the neighbors up north of town,
where their house was, so she sold it." 
"I know that much," I said, "Even though I never understood why. I
always suspected that she couldn't afford to live in the house." 
"Her husband had provided well for her. She could have stayed if she
wanted. There were just too much snobbery and Elvira hated that." 
"Where did they live?" I asked. 
"She didn't tell you? They had a mansion by the coast north of town.
Elvira haven't told you anything about all this, has she? All she told
you was that he was am accountant in the bank?" 
"Yes, wasn't he?" 
"When he died, he was managing director of the bank. Elvira was a
fairly wealthy old lady. I've always suspected that you knew this, but
I can see that I've done you wrong. Elvira claimed that you knew
nothing about her money and that you were just a very kind young man.
It was hard for me to believe, knowing that Elvira was well off, but I
guess it comes with the job." 
"She was rich?" I asked. 
"Depends on what you mean by rich. I guess she has left you around
$700.000." 
It was one of those situations where he should have asked me to sit
down, before he told me. Fortunately, I was sitting down. I was
stunned. 
"But, but . . . why did she live in a small, rented flat, if she . .
." I said. 
"Because she wanted to. Mind you, her flat wasn't rented." Mr.
Zimmermann smiled. "She invested her money. She owned the building.
Now you own the building." 
"You're joking! You mean to tell me that Mrs. Larsen . . ." I gasped. 
"Yes. You can keep it if you want. It can bring a good revenue if you
raise the rent. Elvira didn't want to make money on it and the rent
hasn't been adjusted for years. You can sell it, of course. It will be
easy and I think you'll be able to get in the region of half a
million." 
I was speechless. Mr. Zimmermann smiled kindly, obviously amused with
my confusion. 
"You don't have to decided anything now. It will take a month or so to
get the paperwork done. Take your time. If there's anything you want
to know, you can call me," he said. 
I left his office and took the bus home. I think I did, but I can't
remember. I was in a daze. A house, a car; I didn't need to think
about saving up for all the things I wanted. I could just buy a house,
buy a car. I could buy Sophie all the clothes she wanted. 
I called my parents when I got home. I'd called them on Saturday and
told them that Mrs. Larsen was dead. My father had given me some
advice about the funeral. They didn't believe me when I told them
about the inheritance from Mrs. Larsen. I mean, of course they
believed me, but it was as hard for them to grasp as it was for me. 
Sophie could hardly believe it either. 
"You are rich," she said, when she realized that it was true. "Are you
going to quit your job?" 
"I don't think that I'm that rich. I think I'll buy a house and a car.
I don't know. I need a little time to get used to the thought." I
said. 
"Are you planning to move far away?" Sophie asked, worried. 
"No. I still want to be close to you." 
Sophie blushed and smiled. 
"You won't keep this house then? God, I can't believe that Mrs. Larsen
actually owned our house. I can't believe that you own it!" 
"Neither can I. You'll just have to get used to having a rich
boyfriend," I joked. 
"Oh, I think I can get used to that, as long as you are still Eric." 
"That won't change." 
"It's just so fantastic. Are you happy now? Let's make love. We
haven't made love all weekend," Sophie said. 
We hadn't felt like making love. Too much had happened, but now I was
up to it again and so was Sophie. 
"I don't know. Maybe you're only after my money. Are you sure it's
more than just the money?" I teased her. 
"No! I'm only after the money and I'll do anything to get it. Just
tell me what to do and I'll do it," Sophie giggled. 
"Anything?" I asked. 
"Anything!" 
"OK. First, I want you to strip for me, you know, do it really sexy."
I said. 
"OK. Put on some slow music," Sophie said and jumped up. 
I did and Sophie made a very sexy show for me. She caressed herself
very sensually, first outside her clothes, but as she stripped, it
became hotter and hotter. She played with her nipples and finally,
when she took off her panties, she lay down in front of me with her
legs wide apart and played with her pussy until the music stopped. She
got up and stood in front of me. 
"What do you want me to do now?" she asked. "You can spank me if you
want. I'm such a wicked little girl who is only after your money.
Don't you think I deserve to be spanked?" 
We hadn't played any games since the Saturday when I spanked Sophie,
even though Sophie had talked about it several times. It had really
excited her. I had been reluctant to do it and I was a little shocked
that it had turned me on. Still, the more I'd thought about it, the
more it turned me on. 
"Do you really think your cute little bottom deserves a spanking?" I
asked. 
"I think it does. I think it deserves ten slaps. Are you going to make
me count them out or are you going to gag me, so I don't make too much
noise?" 
Sophie's parents were next door and the walls were far from
soundproof. 
"I think we better gag you." 
I took a handkerchief and stuffed it into her mouth. 
"Put your hands on the table," I ordered her. 
She readily obeyed me and presented her lovely bottom. I counted out
the slaps aloud, pausing between each slap. I didn't hit her hard, but
enough to make her buttocks turn pink. When I'd finished, Sophie
straightened her back and rubbed her buttocks. I took the gag out of
her mouth. 
"I'm still after your money," she said. 
Her eyes were shining excited and her cheeks were hot and blushing.
The way she looked at me emphasized her words. 
"If that didn't help, I think I'll have to use other measures," I
whispered to her. 
"It didn't. What are you going to do?" Sophie asked. 
I was out of ideas and very excited. All I wanted to do was make love
to her. 
"First, I want you to undress me," I said. 
Sophie willingly complied. She ended up kneeling in front of me with
my cock right in her face. Before I had the chance to do anything, she
took my hands and put them on the back of her head. All I had to do
was to pull her head towards me and my cock entered her open mouth. 
Slowly, very slowly, my cock disappeared into her mouth. Her mouth was
wide open and my cock hardly touched anything, before it settled in
the back of her throat. I, or Sophie, kept it there for a second
before I pulled her head back again. Sophie was completely passive. 
"Use your tongue," I said and Sophie did. 
Her tongue circled my cock and licked the underside. I pulled her
closer again and she stuck out her tongue to reach more of my cock.
When I hit the back of her throat, she gagged a little, maybe because
her tongue was extended. 
"Close your mouth," I said. 
She complied and began to suck my cock as I slowly pushed and pulled
her head back and forth. My cock was pressed gradually harder against
the back of her throat. I think it was Sophie that did it. Still, even
though it was pressed fairly hard into her mouth, it didn't enter her
throat. Finally, I pulled her off and my cock left her mouth with an
audible pop that made us both laugh. 
"OK, put your hands on the table again," I said. 
"Are you going to spank me?" Sophie asked. 
Seeing in that position tempted me to do just that. 
"Perhaps," I said. "Spread your legs more." 
I knelt behind her and spread her lips with my fingers. The heat was
radiating from her crotch. Her lips were glistening and very swollen
and her clit was peeking out. I could smell her excitement. 
Instead of spanking her, I blew a stream of air directly on her clit.
Sophie, who had expected me to spank her again, gasped in surprise and
shuddered. I did it again, but the effect was best the first time. I
began to lick her from the clit to the delicate flesh between the two
holes and back again. Sophie sighed and leaned lower, resting her head
on her arms. 
I stopped licking her, before she came. She was on the pill now and I
didn't have to worry about condoms any more. It was great to be able
to just stand behind her and slowly enter her. I reached around and
rubbed her clit as I began to plunge harder into her. 
My stomach slapped against her buttocks as if I was spanking her.
Sophie slid forward on the table and grabbed the rim with both hands,
resting her chest directly on the table. Her tits were flattened
against the tabletop. 
Sophie was pushed closer to the table and my arm was trapped between
her thigh and the table, but I didn't really notice. I just plunged
relentlessly into her. I should have come much sooner than I did, but
I didn't feel that either. The table was forced over the floor until
it was stopped by the sofa and began to creak dangerously. 
I felt Sophie coming, but I kept rubbing her clit and she wasn't able
to stop me. I was more or less blinded by lust. So much had been
stored in my mind and it had to come out some way: Mrs. Larsen's
death, the relief that I didn't have to handle the funeral, and the
surprise of the inheritance. 
The table would have collapsed, if I'd held back one more minute.
Instead, I collapsed over Sophie. The world around me began to return
and I could feel the pain in my arm. I eased off and pulled my arm
out. My cock slipped out of Sophie. There was only one advantage of
the condom over the pill: it contained my cum in one place. Now, the
mixture of our fluids ran down Sophie's thighs, but we were too
exhausted to care. 
After a little while, Sophie stood up and turned around to embrace and
kiss me. 
"Ummmm, I've never done that before," Sophie purred. 
"Done what?" 
"Come twice. When you kept, you know, fingering my clit, it was too
much at first, but then it was like it built up again to a kind of an
orgasm. I mean, it was an orgasm, it just felt different from the
first one," she explained. 
"Good?" 
"Yes," she said and looked down. "Yuck. I'm sticky all the way down my
thighs. It's your fault." 
"I'm sure some of it is yours and besides, you have rubbed some of it
off on me." 
We had a long, playful argument about sticky thighs, until we went to
the bathroom and showered together. 
- - - 
The funeral was very simple. As predicted by Mr. Zimmermann, we were
the only people present, apart from the vicar, the church servant and
the funeral director. It was the first time I carried a coffin, and it
was heavy in more than one sense. 
Mr. Zimmermann wrote a nice obituary in one of the big papers.
Apparently, her husband was very well known in his days and a lot of
people still remembered Mr. Larsen. Even my father remembered. He
hadn't been able to recognize Mrs. Larsen, but that wasn't so strange.
It was primarily her late husband who was known back then. 
It didn't take me long to decide to sell the building. I wanted a
house of my own, and even though Mrs. Larsen had left me a bank
account with close to @100.000, it wasn't enough to buy a house, at
least not the house I'd set my mind on. 
It took almost two month, before Mrs. Larsen's money was released to
me. Another month went before the building was sold. I got $600.000! I
signed the papers for my "new" house the same say. I put "new" in
quotes, because the house was far from new. It was almost 100 years
old, and much bigger than I needed, but I was thinking ahead. 
Sophie turned seventeen in February, and I gave her a gold heart on a
chain. It was the first real birthday present I had given her, and
even though we agreed that it would be best if she didn't wear it at
home, we both hoped that she would be able to, soon. 
I moved into the house in March. The only piece of new furniture I had
bought was a big brass bed. The house looked pretty empty, but I was
in no hurry. There would be plenty of time to fill the house and since
I was hoping that Sophie would move in with me one day, I wanted her
to help me choose the furniture. 
On Sophie's home front, there was a ceasefire and constantly ongoing
negotiations. There had been a few incidents, but Sophie was still
living there. Her mother had objected to some of the more daring
clothes Sophie had bought. She didn't like the tight fitting clothes
and tried very hard to make Sophie wear something else. She bought her
blouses and jeans in looser cuts. It was up to date, fashion clothing,
nothing like the old dresses, but less provocative. When Nina asked
Sophie if she could borrow one of the blouses, Sophie decided that she
could wear some of the clothes her mother bought. It greatly improved
the relationship between Sophie and her mother, at least on that
battlefield. 
Sophie's parents disliked Sophie's social activities. First of all,
they didn't like that she saw Nina all the time. Little did they know
that it was me she was seeing, and that Nina had found a new boyfriend
and hardly ever was with Sophie outside school. 
Parties were the other problem. They tried all kinds of things to keep
Sophie from attending. First, they tried to talk her out of it. When
that didn't help, they tried to arrange other things for her: the
movies, theatre, concerts, even short weekend holiday trips. That
really annoyed Sophie, because most of the things they offered her
were things they normally never would do with her. 
The situation was unstable and as I saw it, it was only a matter of
time, before it would all go up in flames again and Sophie would be
back living with me. 
  
The Neighbor's daughter. Chapter 17. 
  
Both my parents and my brother came and helped me with the move. I'm
sure the only reason my mother came along was to see Sophie. She knew
I had a girlfriend, but she didn't know much more than that. I didn't
want to involve my parents in Sophie's situation, so I'd only told
them that she was in high school and that we were seeing each other.
Mum was so disappointed when she found out that Sophie wasn't going to
be there. I had to promise her to introduce Sophie soon, if the
relationship lasted. That I was sure of. 
I moved on a Saturday. Sunday, Sophie had told her parents that she
was going to an all day event - I think it was an exhibition - with
Nina. Her parents would have no way of reaching her and we would have
all day together, alone and undisturbed. I picked her up at ten in my
new car. She'd seen the house while I was fixing it up, but it was the
first time she was really going to see it. 
She was dying to see the whole house, but she'd also prepared a game
or role play for us. We'd tried role playing a couple of times over
the past month, but it had been fairly spontaneous. This one Sophie
had planned for weeks, while I was busy preparing for the move. She'd
told me about it and it sounded exiting. 
In short, she was a spy and she had stolen something. I was going to
search her thoroughly and then try to make her talk, which of course
included a little spanking and a lot of sex. She'd indicated that I
probably would need to tie her up at one point, perhaps also blindfold
her and she had asked me to consider other ideas to make her talk. I'd
spent a considerable amount of time, trying to figure out what she
wanted me to do and I had come up with one idea. I hadn't told her. It
was going to be a surprise. 
Sophie was already in love with the house and she liked it even more,
when she'd seen all of it. The ceilings had very beautiful stucco and
there was a romantic open fireplace in the living room. The inside of
the house looked even bigger, now that the plastic I'd used to cover
the floors with, was gone. The garden was very secluded and divided
into several small gardens, connected by hidden trails, designed to
bring up the child in almost everyone who saw it. 
After we had finished the grand tour of the house and garden, we were
ready to begin the game. It was actually hard to get started this
time, probably because it was planned and we both were very excited. I
asked Sophie to change into one of my old t-shirts and when she'd done
that I tied her hands behind her back. 
I had chosen the settings and we started in the living room. The
curtains were drawn close and I'd lit a fire in the fireplace. The
room was dark, primarily lit by the fire and it created just the right
mood. 
"So, are you going to tell me where you hid it?" I asked. 
I tried to speak with a squeaky accent like an actor in a movie I'd
once seen. Sophie shook her head defiantly. 
"Then I'll have to make you tell me," I said. "But first, I'll search
you and see if you have been foolish enough to hide it on your body." 
I stood in front of her and began a full body search, starting with
her shoulders moving down her back, then her stomach up to her tits. I
paid great attention to her tits, kneading them thoroughly to make
sure she hadn't hid anything in the bra. 
I knelt and went over her ass, kneading it, too. Then down her legs on
the outside and up again on the inner side, ending with her crotch. 
"You won't find anything," Sophie snorted. 
"Are you sure," I said, and rubbed her lips through the tight jeans. 
Sophie didn't say anything. 
"Then I think we better do a closer search," I said and stood up in
front of her. 
I'd prepared the T-shirt in advance. Sophie got a bit of a shock when
I grabbed the rim in the neck and brutally ripped the shirt open. She
had a strapless bra on, as I had asked her. I ripped the shirt to
pieces until it was all off. Then I snapped the clasp on her bra open
and let it fall to the floor. 
"What pretty little breasts you have," I said and caressed them. "But
I mustn't forget what I'm doing. I'll enjoy your nice titties when you
have told me what I want to know." 
I pinched her nipples between my fingers, pulled them out and let them
snap back. 
"You'll never make me talk," Sophie hissed. 
"Maybe I don't need to make you talk. Maybe I'll find what I'm looking
for," I said and opened the button in her jeans. 
It was quite difficult to get her jeans off, but eventually they came
off along with her panties. Her socks went last. I ran my hands up her
inner thighs to her crotch and felt how wet and hot she already was. 
Mrs. Larsen had left me a heavy wooden chair with armrests. I untied
Sophie's hands and tied them again behind the back of the chair, when
she sat down. I pulled her legs up over the armrests and tied them
loosely. When I had finished, she was sitting on the edge of the chair
with her legs wide apart. 
I'd been to the chemist and bought a pair of thin latex gloves. I'd
also bought some gel, the kind doctors use when they are performing
such examinations. The girl behind the counter looked like she knew
what I was going to do with the gloves, the gel, and the plastic
test-tubes with rounded ends that I bought. I was blushing and felt
like the first time I had to buy condoms. Ridiculous, really. Sophie
stared at me with great anticipation while I put on the gloves. 
"Maybe it will fall out, if you are wet enough," I said and knelt in
front of her. 
She was as wet as she could be, but that didn't matter. I began to
lick and suck her pussy. Nothing came out except more juices. I
pressed two fingers into her while I kept sucking, as if I was trying
to feel if there was anything in there. Sophie was moaning loudly,
probably enjoying that she didn't have to be afraid that someone was
listening. 
I didn't want to make her come already, so I stopped and sat back to
watch her pussy by firelight. It looked beautiful as always, lips
swollen and puffy and her clit peeking out from under the little hood.
Sophie moaned frustrated and looked down at me. I squeezed out a glob
of gel on my fingers. 
"There is one more orifice I have to examine," I squeaked. 
Sophie shivered when I put some gel on her tiny hole with my finger. I
circled around the hole with the tip of my index finger until I
reached the centre. Sophie held her breath. The gel made the latex
very slippery and it didn't tale much pressure to open her. Very
slowly, my finger entered her tight ass. 
Sophie gasped and strained a little in her bonds. I'd made the ropes
of pieces of old towels and they were soft and loosely tied. They
would leave no marks. Half way in, I stopped and pulled back again.
She grabbed my finger very tight, but the gel made it easy to slide in
and out. 
"Maybe I should search a little deeper?" I said as I pushed my finger
in again. 
"Yes," Sophie moaned. "Search as deep as you want." 
In a couple of slow strokes, my index finger was as deep as it could
get. I slipped two fingers into her pussy again and began to move them
in and out, alternating with the finger in her ass. 
"Are you going to tell me where it is? I asked her. 
"No!" 
"Not even if I do this," I asked and closed my lips around her swollen
clit. 
"NoooOOOOO," Sophie whined and strained in her bonds. 
I sucked her clit and flipped my tongue over it. At the same time, I
pushed all three fingers deep into her. Sophie let out a high pitched
sounds and her stomach convulsed. Had she been able to move, her
thighs would have squeezed my head. It was a little unexpected and
certainly not planned that she should come already, but I had
misjudged her excitement. 
After I had untied her, I took a paper towel to wipe the excess gel
off. It took her a few minutes to regain her composure. With an orgasm
like the one she'd just had, I was sure that she needed a long break,
before we continued the game, but I was wrong. 
"If that's the way you've planned to make me talk, you're a fool," she
said. 
She sounded very triumphant. 
"So I have to get rough on you?" I squeaked. 
"I'm trained not to talk. You'll never make me," Sophie said. 
"We will see," I said. "I will bring you to the bedroom and continue
there. Then you can prove how well you are trained." 
I helped Sophie up from the chair and led her to the bedroom. It was
as big as my old living room and dominated by the big brass bed. The
air felt cool after we'd been in front of the fire for so long. Kind
of nice. 
"Lie down on your stomach," I ordered. 
I tied her ankle to the bedposts, spreading her legs wide apart. I
didn't tie her hands and it puzzled her at first. I think she assumed
that I would do it when I had undressed, but I just knelt in front of
her, naked. Sophie got the idea and raised herself on her elbows. 
My cock was right in front of her mouth and as I leaned forward to
reach her buttocks, I had expected her to open her mouth and take it
in, but she didn't. My cock brushed against her face. I gave her cute
bottom a light slap. 
"Open your mouth!" I ordered. 
"Nnnnn," Sophie hummed and shook her head. 
It surprised me a lot, and it took a few seconds to figure out what
she expected me to do to make her open her mouth. 
"I will have to spank you harder, until you do," I said. 
Sophie nodded. I positioned my cock on her lips and began to spank
her, pausing between each slap. I used a little more strength every
time. After the fifth slap, she opened her mouth and let my in. Not
because I spanked her very hard, more likely because she was too
excited and wanted to open her mouth. It was sometimes hard to stay in
the role. 
I'd planned this part to last for some time, so I eased of the
strength and slapped her buttocks lightly, pausing between each slap.
Every time I leaned over her to give her beautiful bottom another
slap, my cock was forced into her mouth, but Sophie could control the
depth with her hand around the shaft. That was the reason I hadn't
tied her hands. 
At first, she only took about half my cock into her warm moth, but
then she let go of my shaft and my cock hit the back of her throat. I
could feel the swallowing motion of her throat. It felt as if her
throat expanded a little bit when she swallowed. My cock was just
about to go all the way down her throat. 
Sophie was breathing noisily through her nose. Every time my cock hit
the back of her throat, it felt as if it was going to pass the
constriction and go in deep if I put a little more pressure on, but I
didn't dare. I pulled out completely. Sophie looked up at me with
feverish excitement in her eyes. 
"I won't talk, even if you force all of your cock into my mouth," she
gasped. 
I had kind of promised myself never to use force, but I was too
excited and too much into our little play. Leaning over her again, my
cock hit the back of her throat. I kept the pressure on. Sophie's
stomach sort of cramped and she made a gargling sound. She swallowed
hard and suddenly something gave way. My cock went down her throat
until her nose touched my stomach. I didn't take time to feel what it
was like; I just pulled back very quickly. Sophie coughed and tried to
clear her throat. She looked up at me triumphantly and forgot her role
completely for a moment. 
"I did it!" 
Then she quickly resumed her role. 
"You can do it as much as you like. I'll never tell," she said. 
Sophie was still smiling triumphantly and added whispering: "I can't
wait to tell Nina." 
It was easier the second time and I was able to enjoy the very tight
feeling. Sophie didn't convulse, but she made a gargling sound. Still,
the most exciting thing was to see my cock disappear completely into
Sophie's mouth. I forgot all about the game and about spanking
Sophie's cute bottom. Sophie pushed me away after a while. 
"Spanking me . . ." Sophie had to clear her throat, "won't help you
either." 
I was much too excited to answer. When my cock disappeared into her
throat again, I resumed the spanking. I was in a daze. Sophie took my
cock down her throat several times before I had to back off to avoid
coming. I still had one more thing planned. 
When I looked down on Sophie's bottom, I realized that I'd lost
control for a moment and spanked her pretty hard. Her buttocks had an
angry red color and looked very hot. She didn't complain, though. She
didn't even rub her buttocks, she just looked up at me in anticipation
of what was next. This time it was I who needed a moment to clear my
brain. 
For the next and last part of the game, I'd prepared a few things in
advance. Two loops of torn towel were already tied to the top
bedposts. I untied Sophie's legs and asked her to lie on her back. I
tied her arms above her head and tied them to the top of the bed. Then
I picked up a dark scarf. The element of surprise was important. 
"You will have to be blindfolded," I squeaked and tied the scarf
around her head, covering her eyes. 
One by one, I put her legs through the loops, positioning them at her
knee joints. Her legs were spread wide and her ass raised slightly.
I'd neglected her tits all day and now was the time to give them a
little attention. I treated them tenderly, licking and sucking her
nipples for several minutes. I loved Sophie's small, firm tits and she
loved it when I licked them. I almost forgot that I had more in store
for her. 
I had to leave her for a moment to get the test tubes from the fridge.
I'd put them there before I went to pick up Sophie. They were filled
with crushed ice and water, very cool to the touch, four of them in
all. 
Sophie had a chance to relax and cool off while I fetched the test
tubes. Despite the temperature, I was sure that the tubes were going
to make her hot. I lay down on my stomach in front of her crotch. Her
buttocks hadn't cooled much. They were still blushing red and were
very hot to the touch. I kissed them lightly. Sophie didn't know what
to expect and jerk when I touched her poor bottom, but she relaxed
when she felt the soft kisses. 
I took the first tube and pushed it gently into her wet pussy. It was
thin and entered her easily. Sophie gasped in surprise and tensed. 
"It's cOOOOOLD," she screamed. 
I pulled it out again and ran it over her inner lips up to her clit.
Sophie shivered and cried out. It was wonderful not to have to worry
about anybody hearing us and Sophie held nothing back. 
"UUUUUUH, IT'S SO COOOLD!" 
I put the tune inside her again and took another. Since I had
neglected her tits for so long today, I teased her nipples with the
cold tune. The skin around her nipples contracted and they got very
hard. When they couldn't get any harder, I moved back to her pussy. I
chilled her clit with the tube, prompting a lot of high pitched cries
from her. 
"Oh, your little clit is getting so cold," I squeaked. "Let me warm
it." 
I sucked her clit into my mouth for a moment, before I held the cold
tube against it again. It was driving Sophie up the wall. I just
wanted to add a little bit more to make her go completely mad. I took
the third tube and held the rounded tip against her ass. 
"Oh GOD," Sophie cried out. 
Her tiny hole clenched, but seconds later, it relaxed a little and the
thin tube slipped in. Sophie moaned incomprehensively and threw her
head from side to side. I held a tube against her clit, and then
licked her clit before using the tube again. Sophie tensed and tried
to straighten her legs. I hadn't tied the ropes that held the loops
very hard and they couldn't stand the pressure. With her legs free,
she stretched out and pressed her thighs tightly around my head. Her
back arched until she was resting only on her heels and the back of
her head. 
My hand was caught between my cheek and Sophie's thigh and I'd lost my
grip on the test tube I held against her clit. I just sucked her clit
into my mouth and flipped my tongue over it. Sophie jerked rigidly a
couple of times. Then she released my head and rolled away from my
mouth the best she could with her hands still tied over her head. 
When I had removed the tubes and the blindfold, I untied her hands.
Despite the soft cloth I'd used, there were marks under her knee
joints. I just hoped they would go away quickly. Sophie didn't notice.
She was completely exhausted. 
"I'll talk now," she gasped. "God, it was great." 
It was and I was very, very excited. I lay down next to Sophie and
kissed her deeply. She couldn't help noticing my cock poking into her
thigh. 
"I think I need something warm inside me now," she giggled. 
I crawled on top of her and she welcomed me between her thighs,
guiding my cock into her sopping wet and very hot pussy. I sank in
like a hot knife through butter. We just lay there for a while,
looking deep into each other eyes. 
"It's right here," Sophie said and pointed to her chest. 
"What is?" I asked. 
"My heart. And it belongs to you. Always." 
It sounds so corny now, but it was really touching back then. She
meant it. 
"I love you so much, Sophie." 
We made love, slowly and tenderly. I stopped every time I was close to
coming and then began slowly again. We kissed and whispered in each
other's ears how much we loved each other. Suddenly, Sophie stopped. 
"Eric, can't we take the duvets and put them in front of the
fireplace? I want to make love to you in front of the fireplace." 
A minute later, the duvets were laid out, and I'd put more wood into
the fire. The living room was very warm and just arranging the duvets
had made us sweat. I lay down on my back. Sophie straddled me and
impaled herself on me. 
The flickering light from the fire made Sophie look like she had a
fire burning in her eyes. She was sitting up straight. She didn't
move, but she used her internal muscles to squeeze my cock. It felt
wonderful. I reached up and pulled her down to me. For ten minutes,
maybe more, we moved slowly against each other, sometimes only
fractions of an inch, until I couldn't take more. I'd built up so much
excitement, so much pressure, and it had to come out. 
We didn't really move faster, just more intensely. Sophie's pussy
squeezed my cock more than ever - at least it felt that way - and I
felt like my balls were going to explode. I held her so close and
thrust up into her, hard and determined, two or three times, as deep
as I possibly could. I think it was much like when Sophie came: I
arched my back, resting only on my heels and the back of my head. It
felt as if everything drained from me, all my energy. For a moment it
was like I was going to pass out. It was so intense, almost painful,
but wonderful. 
When we had recovered, we began to feel the heat from the fire. We
were both slightly roasted on the side turned against the fire and we
got up quickly. The temperature in the room was tropical and we had to
create a draft to get it down to normal. What a way to start life in
my new, old house. 
  
The Neighbor's daughter. Chapter 18. 
  
I missed Sophie. After I'd moved, we didn't see each other quite as
often as before. She couldn't just pop in if she had half an hour. She
would have to take the bus or I'd have to pick her up, usually the
later. She had a key, like she'd had to my flat, and I loved it if she
was there when I came home from work. She still did that every now and
then. 
One Tuesday in late April, Sophie was there when I got home. I was
home rather late and it irked me that I hadn't come home before,
because Sophie probably would have to go home soon. 
"Hi, my love. Been here long? I'm sorry I'm so late," I said. 
"I've . . . I'm here to stay. I'm not going back this time," Sophie
said. 
"What happen?" I asked. 
I sat down in the sofa next to Sophie and pulled her close to me. She
didn't look at all happy. 
"I forgot to take off the heart you gave me for my birthday. Mum
wanted to know where I got it and I decided to tell her. I mean, I
told her I got it from my boyfriend. She just went through the
ceiling. She began talking about sending me to an all girl boarding
school. It was like I'd told her I'd robbed a bank or something. She
immediately forbid me to see you and she forbid me to go anywhere." 
"And then you left?" 
"No. I went to my room and packed my things first. I knew I didn't
want to go back. Mum kept shouting. She said that I'd get hurt, that
you would hurt me. She always say that. If I let you have "your way",
you would dump me. I told her I'd had "my way" with you and you'd had
"Your way" with me and we loved each other. Dad tried to calm her, but
he agreed with her. They wanted to send me away," Sophie said. 
Tears began to form in her eyes. I hugged her tightly and tried to
comfort her. 
"Nobody is going to send you away, my love. You'll stay here with me
and we'll work something out," I whispered. 
"I don't want to work anything out with them. Not again. They . . .
they." 
Sophie didn't finish the sentence. I don't know what she was going to
say, but I think she felt let down by her parents. Everything she
wanted, they were against and for no particular reason. How could they
talk about sending her away? What was the great idea of having
children, if you wanted to send them away? Not that Sophie was a child
any more, but she was still their child. 
"You'll stay here with me. Nobody is going to take you away from me.
Nobody is going to hurt you," I whispered. 
As long as her parents didn't know where she was, they couldn't do
anything. I hadn't worked out what to do, if or when her parents found
out that she was with me. I just knew I would never let go of her
again. 
- - - 
I didn't put pressure on Sophie to make her call her parents this
time. I reckoned she deserved a little time to work things out for
herself. She deserved much more than that, but I couldn't give it to
her. Only her parents could and right now, Sophie hated them and
everything they stood for. 
The first thing Sophie did was to get her hair cut short and dyed red.
It was a dark, warm auburn red and it looked so good on her, almost
more natural than her natural hair color. I don't know if Sophie
really cared how it looked. All she cared about was that her parents
would never let her do it. 
She also wanted her earlobes pierced. Her parents had blindly refused
to even talk about it. I couldn't see anything wrong with that. Most
of the girls I knew had pierced earlobes and I gave Sophie a nice pair
of golden earrings. 
On Friday, Sophie wanted to play one of her role-playing games, which
of course meant that she was going to have her bottom spanked. I was
the strict headmaster and she was the naughty schoolgirl. It didn't
take long before Sophie was standing with her bare bottom in the air,
nicely colored. She was very turned on and kept pushing me to spank
her harder. I did, until I figured she'd had enough and I told her I
would have to find other ways to punish her, meaning that we were
going to engage in some kind of sex. But Sophie had other ideas. 
"Will you take off your belt and use it on my bottom?" Sophie asked. 
It wasn't unusual that she suggested what she wanted me to do this
way, but she'd never suggested anything like that. 
"No. That will be too much," I replied. 
"No it won't," Sophie said. "I bet you I can take it." 
I was a little shocked. Hitting her with my leather belt was a step in
a direction I had never considered taking. 
"No, Sophie. I don't want to hurt you, you know that." 
"But you know you can't hurt me," Sophie protested. 
"Maybe not, but I'm not going to put it to the test." 
Sophie resigned and we continued the game. She was very wild and it
was as if she tried to buck and grind against my teeth, when I licked
her pussy. We got though the game without serious injuries, but only
just. I'd never experienced Sophie acting like that and it worried me
a little. 
Sophie appeared to be happy. At times, she would suddenly be far away,
caught up in her own thoughts, but if I asked her if anything was
wrong, she just smiled and said that everything was fine. 
- - - 
Sophie still didn't want to call her parents. I had hoped that she
would eventually do it, but she was stern set on not calling them. 
"What about your grandparents? You could call them instead," I
suggested. 
"I don't really know them," Sophie said. "Mum and dad don't get along
with either of them. I saw my mum's parents a few years back, at my
uncle's funeral, but we didn't talk." 
'God, it runs in the family,' I though to myself, but I didn't say
anything. 
- - - 
I went home late on Monday. Sophie wasn't in the living room when I
came in and I began looking for her. I was sure she was home. I found
her in the bedroom. She was sitting in the middle of the bed, naked.
Scattered around her were a number of clothespins. She had put
clothespins on her nipples and labia. My clothespins were new and very
tight. It had to hurt really badly. She put another clothespin on her
inner lips, just as I came in. A flicker of pain crossed her face. 
"Sophie! What are you doing?" I asked, shocked. 
She hadn't heard me come and jumped at the sound of my voice. 
"I wanted to surprise you," she said. 
"You're hurting yourself. Why?" 
"It doesn't hurt. Nothing I do with you or for you can hurt me. See!" 
Before I had time to do anything, Sophie took a pin and put it on her
clit. She couldn't suppress a cry of pain as the pin squeezed tightly
around her sensitive flesh. 
"No, Sophie. Stop, please. You got to stop." 
I sat down next to her on the bed and began to remove the clothespins
very cautiously. It hurt and Sophie's pain was transferred to me. I
could feel the agonizing pain in my own nipples as I took the pins off
her nipples. They left some ugly marks and bruises. 
"Sophie, you can't punish yourself for what has happened. It's not
your fault," I said, as I removed the last pin. 
I pulled her close and let my fingers run through her hair. 
"It doesn't hurt. It's not true what they say. You can't hurt me,"
Sophie sniffled. 
I realized that I'd been a coward all along. I knew what I had to do
and I should have done it a long time ago. 
"We can't go on this way, Sophie. I'm going to call your parents. We
have to sort this out," I said. 
"No! I don't want to talk to them," Sophie protested. 
"I do. You don't have to say anything, but I want to talk to your
parents. I want to know why all this has happened. I'm going to call
them and then we are going to see them." 
"No. They'll just send me away. I don't want to leave you," Sophie
whimpered. 
She had kept it all inside for so long, but now it began to come out
and Sophie broke down in tears. I held her tight and told her over and
over again that she was going to stay with me, no matter what
happened. It took the best part of half an hour to calm her down. She
got dressed and we went in to call her parents. I didn't exactly look
forward to it, but it had to be done. 
"Mrs. Petersen? It's Eric Green, your former neighbor. I'm calling you
about Sophie." 
"My God! Is she all right? Is she with you?" Mrs. Petersen whimpered. 
"She's fine, but she's very unhappy and I think we need to talk about
it." 
"She'll have to come home. She'll be happy if she comes home. Has
anything happened to her? Has her boyfriend left her?" 
"No, he hasn't and he won't. I'm her boyfriend, Mrs. Petersen. That's
not the point, though. Sophie can't go on like this. We need to get
things settled once and for all. We are coming over in an hour. We
just need something to eat first." 
"YOU! I demand that you bring Sophie back immediately. She belongs
here, you filthy . . . you, you," 
"I'm bringing her, but she only stays if she wants to stay. We'll be
there in an hour." 
I didn't just want to hang up on Mrs. Petersen, so it took some time
to end the conversation. She was very upset and called me all kind of
things. I just hoped that an hour was enough to calm her down. 
- - - 
Sophie didn't want to go at all. I guess I could have gone alone, but
I had promised her mother to take her with me. I tried to imagine what
Mrs. Petersen would look like when she was angry. I'd seen her
worried, but never angry. It suddenly got me thinking of something
else. 
"Sophie, how old is your mother?" 
"She's just turned thirty-three. Why?" Sophie answered. 
That had to be it! Not that I knew exactly what the reason for their
strange behavior was, but I had a pretty good idea. I didn't want to
say anything to Sophie at this point, though. I could still be wrong. 
"Just wondering." 
Sophie stayed behind me when we went up the stairs to her parent's
flat. My finger had hardly left the doorbell, before the door was
opened. 
"What have you done to her, you creep? What have you done to my
daughter?" Mrs. Petersen yelled when she saw Sophie with red, short
hair. 
She tried to get past me and reached out to grab Sophie's arm. Sophie
hid behind me and tried to avoid her mother. Mr. Petersen appeared
behind his wife and pulled her back. 
"Take it easy, dear. Let them come in. We agreed to listen to them,"
he said. 
He appeared to be calm, but sad, almost apathetic. Mrs. Petersen
reluctantly withdrew and let us in. Sophie made sure to keep me
between herself and her mother and Mr. Petersen kept his wife away
from me. We sat down around the dinner table. Mrs. Petersen looked at
Sophie. 
"My little Sophie. Why are you doing this to us?" she said. 
"It's not me," Sophie said. "You've been treating me like a baby for
years. You . . ." 
"Let's try to solve this, shall we?" I interrupted her. 
Her father nodded. My stomach hurt really badly. This was the most
unpleasant situation I had ever been in, as far back as I cold recall.
The hostility of Sophie's mother was digging into me and I began to
feel guilty. Maybe it was I who had set Sophie up against her parents.
Maybe I was the problem after all. I thought about it for a second
before I decided to continue. I wasn't the problem. I couldn't be. 
"Sophie has had a special upbringing. Apparently, you have never told
her why she couldn't do the same things as other girls her age. I've
been thinking a lot about it, since I first got to know Sophie, but it
has remained a mystery to me," I said. 
"It's none of your business," Mrs. Petersen interrupted me. 
Her husband put a hand on her shoulder and she sat back, still staring
angrily at me. I decided jump in with both feet and see what kind of
reaction I would get. It couldn't get much worse. I took a deep
breath. 
"I do have an idea, though. Mrs. Petersen, you were sixteen, when you
had Sophie," I said. 
I let the words sink in, waiting to see if there were any reaction.
Sophie's mother turned pale. Mr. Petersen was just about to say
something, but his wife broke in. 
"You have no right to come here and insinuate anything, you-you-you,"
she couldn't find a name to call me. 
"Don't, Amy," Mr. Petersen said. "We should have talked about it a
long time ago." 
"He has no right. He's taken our daughter away from us. Look at her." 
Mrs. Petersen hysterically pointed a stiff finger at Sophie. Sophie
was about to say something, but it was as if Mr. Petersen finally woke
up. His wife went on about how I'd taken her baby from her and that
she wanted me out of her home, but Mr. Petersen managed to stop her
and began talking, quietly and calm. 
"Sophie. Your mother and I grew up in the country, as you know. We
grew up on neighboring farms and there were no other farms nearby. Our
parents never got along well. I don't know why. I think it was a
dispute about land, dating back several generations." 
He paused and took a deep breath. Mrs. Petersen was about to say
something, but he raised his hand. 
"No, let me continue. I've known your mother since she was born, but
we rarely saw each other, because of our parents, but one day, I
suddenly saw this beautiful young girl. I fell in love with her and
she with me. We . . . I got your mother pregnant." 
Mr. Petersen had to take another deep breath. 
"It was a catastrophe. Your mother's parents claimed that I'd raped
their daughter. They . . . I was arrested, but Amy insisted that I
hadn't raped her and since she was of legal age, when she got
pregnant, the police had to drop the charges. My parents claimed that
Amy had seduced me . . . they accused her parents for setting me up to
slander them . . . I couldn't stand it . . . We ran away." 
He stopped. Sophie's mother was hiding her face in her hands. 
"It was difficult. We had to quit school and get jobs. We suddenly had
the responsibility of a little child. We . . . we had no experience
and nobody to ask. We . . . wanted to protect you. Nothing was ever
going to happen to you. You have to understand what we went through.
We didn't want you to . . . to end up like us." 
It was awful. I could see the pain in his face as he spoke. 
"Sophie, we tried to protect you because we love you. We wanted you to
get a good life, an education. We . . . love you Sophie. Maybe . . .
we were too worried . . . you have to understand. We love you." 
"Why?" Sophie whispered. "Why did you . . ." 
The tears began running down her cheeks. I put my arm around her. 
"We tried to do what we thought was best for you," her father said. 
Sophie's sorrow turned to anger. 
"Have you any idea what it was like to be me? Never to be able to do
what my friends did - Be alone all the time - Be a freak? Have you any
idea how much it hurt?" she whimpered. 
"Please, Sophie. Try to understand . . ." he father insisted. 
"No! You try to understand. You never told me why. You never told me
anything. You only told me all the things I couldn't do. How could I
understand? What is it you want me to understand? That you were going
to send me away? You don't send someone you love away? You don't
ridicule someone you love. You don't put them in a prison!" Sophie
screamed. 
"I'm sorry, Sophie," her father said. 
"You're sorry!" Sophie screamed hysterically. "You've . . . ruined my
life!" 
"Please, Sophie," her father said. 
Sophie got up and headed for the door. I got hold of her and pulled
her close to me. She fought me, banging her hands against me chest. 
"Calm down, Sophie," I whispered to her. "Easy now. Take a deep
breath." 
"I want to go home," she whimpered. 
Her mother came to life again. 
"This is your home, Sophie," her mother said. 
"No, mum. This is not home. This was my prison. I'm free now." 
"No, Sophie. Don't go," her mother whimpered. 
God, had I started this? Was it at all a good idea to try and get
things out into the light? I wanted to leave, to get out of there and
forget all about it, but somewhere deep inside I knew I couldn't just
do that. This would have to be settled. Not today, but we had to leave
the door open. I turned to Sophie's father. 
"I think we all need to sleep on this. You know where Sophie is now,
and I think you should come and see us, but right now, I think Sophie
need a little time. We will call you tomorrow." 
Her father nodded. He looked tired, but there was something different,
something in his eyes when he looked at Sophie in my arms. Tenderness.
I believed him when he said he had done it all out of love for Sophie.
  
The Neighbor's daughter. Chapter 19. 
  
We talked until midnight when we got home. There was so much Sophie
needed to get out. Things she had kept to herself for so long. Anger,
pain and all the things she felt she had missed. I mostly listened. It
wasn't the right time to try and convince her that her parents loved
her and always had. 
We both stayed home the next day. Sophie's anger hadn't gone away over
night, but she was kind of relieved. She had gotten so much off her
chest and even though she wasn't ready to forgive her parents, she was
ready to listen to me. We talked until lunchtime. By then, Sophie was
beginning to understand what her parents had been thinking, and we
were beginning to get a little tired of talking about it. After all,
she felt good, she was where she wanted to be, and she was definitely
with someone who loved her unconditionally: me. 
After lunch, we took a bath together. We both loved the feeling of
slippery soapy skin against skin. The marks and bruises after the
clothespins were apparently more or less gone. Her nipples were a
little sore, but Sophie admitted that she'd had the pins on her
nipples for quiet a long time. She couldn't remember exactly how long,
or she wouldn't tell me. I was cautious, but we still got pretty
worked up, and we decided to go to bed again. 
"There's something I want to ask you to do," Sophie said, as we ran
into the bedroom, damp and naked. 
"No spanking or clothes pegs, please," I grinned. 
"No, it's not that," Sophie said, but added, "You might have to spank
me again. I'm such a naughty little girl and I get so hot when you
spank me." 
I chose to ignore that. 
"What is it, then?" I asked. 
"Do you remember when you had given me chocolate for my birthday, and
you licked it off my face?" she asked. 
"Yes, I remember. I licked it off your face and a few other places." 
"I think it was the first time I really realized how much you loved
me. I mean, it was so . . . intimate. Would you lick my face again,
please?" 
"I'll lick any part of your body that you wish, my love." 
"Ummm, I might take you up on that later, but right mow, I just want
to feel you inside me, while you lick my face." 
Sophie lay on her back and she pulled her legs up and out. I studied
her pussy before I lay down over her. It wasn't all true that the pins
hadn't left any bruises. There were several bruises on her outer and
inner lips. Only her clit had had no marks, probably because the pin
had been taken off so fast. I didn't confront her with the facts. It
was over. 
My cock sank into her very easy. I rested on my elbows with my hands
on her tits, very gently brushing over her nipples, and I began to
lick her face from the top, licking her brow and temples and
continuing down to her eyebrows, then her eyelids and her nose. Her
cheeks were so smooth. I spent a long time licking and kissing them
thoroughly. I licked her ears a little too, but I couldn't do
Sophie's, and my own, favorite thing: suck on her earlobes. The
piercing hadn't healed yet. I continued with her upper lip, licking
and sucking it. She just let me do whatever I wanted with her soft
lips. 
All the time, we moved slowly against each other. Except for rocking
her hips slowly, Sophie just lay completely still and enjoyed it. She
was breathing noisily through her nose, faster and faster. I was
completely absorbed in the licking, working down her neck after I'd
licked every square inch of her face. My tongue couldn't reach
anything below her neck, the way we were laying, and it just felt so
good that I didn't want to move. I let go of her tits, held her head
in my hands and began licking her face again. 
Sophie suddenly inhaled noisily and rotated her hips more, grounding
herself against me. I sucked her lower lip intensely. It was an
incredible intense feeling to hear her breathing become ragged and
elaborate, feeling her moving harder against me, and whimper softly.
It seemed to me as if her orgasm built up much slower that it usually
did. Kind of deeper. I don't know if it felt the same way for her, but
to me, it was extremely erotic. I let go of her head and took her
hands, holding them over her head. 
Her whimper became louder and her body twisted and turned under me.
She was struggling under me, struggling to get over the edge,
struggling to hold back and make it grow even stronger. She threw her
head from side to side. I let her control things; let her ground
herself against me, even though the urge to thrust hard into her was
growing. 
Her orgasm was a long whimpering cry. She trembled uncontrollably,
pressing her pussy hard against me. She pulled up her legs until her
knees touched her chest. It was time for me to take over. I plunged
hard into her with long strokes. Sophie met my thrust and arched her
back to take me in as deep as she could. It lasted an eternity. A fine
sheen of sweat covered both of us. I felt like I could go on forever.
My pelvic bone began to hurt, but I ignored it, and then all of a
sudden I could feel it building up. I tried to ignore it, too, but the
intense feeling of pleasure insisted on being noticed. I held back for
as long as possible, until it was too painful. 
If I'd come in her mouth, she would have drowned. That is the best way
to describe my orgasm. I poured jet after jet into her. Afterwards, we
lay in each other's arms. No words were needed. We had talked all of
the previous night and all morning. We were exhausted and very
satisfied. 
- - - 
Sophie called her parents in the evening. She was very anxious before
she made the call, but once she'd done it, she felt much better. It
was her father that took the call and they talked for long time. It
was the beginning of some kind of understanding between them. Not that
Sophie had forgiven her parents - I don't think she ever will forgive
them completely - but she tried to understand and her father tried to
understand her. 
It took a long time, but the relationship between Sophie and her
parents got gradually better and better. Her mother has never really
forgiven me, or understood Sophie. She still talks about Sophie as
"her little girl". In the end, Sophie became much closer to her father
than she'd ever been. 
- - - 
Finally, it looked like everything had worked out the way it should
and we were both happy. We had everything: a house, a car and a solid
bank account if anything should happen. 
It was early in May when I got the writ. I had to read it several
times, before I understood what it said. I called Mr. Zimmermann right
away. I didn't have to explain. 
"Yes, I had a call from one of my colleagues. He'd been approached
concerning Mrs. Larsen's will and after talking to me, he recommended
to his client that he should give up. There's no case. Apparently, he
has found another lawyer who was willing to take the case to court,"
Mr. Zimmermann said. 
"But who is this man and why do he think he has a right to Mrs. Larsen
money?" I asked. 
"The man is Mrs. Larsen's nephew. Mrs. Larsen had a brother and he was
married for a short time, but long enough to get a son. The son stayed
with his mother after the divorce and as far as I know, Mrs. Larsen
only saw him once after the divorce. That was at her brother's funeral
and that is over ten years ago. I don't know on what grounds he will
dispute the will." 
"What am I going to do? He has sued me." 
"I'll recommend a lawyer to you," Mr. Zimmermann answered. 
"Why not you?" I asked. 
"Because I'll be your most important witness." 
"Oh, I see. What are the chances that I'll lose the case?" 
Mr. Zimmermann didn't even need to think about it. 
"You don't lose the case. You can't. Mrs. Larsen's will is an
affidavit, signed by a second person and me. Unless he can prove that
Mrs. Larsen was senile and didn't know what she was doing, any judge
will dismiss the case. It had been different if you'd found the will
in a jar in her kitchen cupboard. Maybe that's what he thinks you did.
He hasn't approached me to get any details about the will other than
your name and address, which I find a little strange, especially when
he wants to dispute it," Mr. Zimmermann said. 
- - - 
The lawyer Mr. Zimmermann recommended was of the same opinion, but I
was still worried. I would be in deep debt, if I lost the case and
Mrs. Larsen's money. I would be able to sell the house almost without
loss, except the expense of moving, but selling the furniture and the
car would mean a loss. I'd have to get another place to live and that
would cost money as well. 
I'd gained a lot of confidence, job wise. I could afford to give up
the job without having another job at hand and that made me feel safe
and I think it was one of the reasons I did so well. I could afford to
trust my own judgment. Not that I wanted to make mistakes and get
fired, but I didn't have to worry about it and I dared take decisions
that I might not have taken, had I depended on the job. I was afraid I
would lose that self-confidence too, if I suddenly were in debt. 
I had a lot of sleepless night over this. Sophie tried to comfort me,
and she was confident that I would win. She'd never seen anybody visit
Mrs. Larsen all these years, except me. 
"It will be so unfair if you lose. The nephew or whatever he claims to
be, doesn't deserve it," she said. 
"That's not the way things are, when it comes down to legal matters.
The law doesn't recognize what is fair and what is not," I replied.
"I'll just have to hope that Mr. Zimmermann is right." 
"I can get a job. We'll make it work." Sophie said. 
She sounded worried. I was worried, but the last thing I wanted was
Sophie to be worried. She'd been through enough already. Maybe it was
a little egoistic as well. I needed Sophie to be happy and kind of
distract my thoughts. 
"We'll make it. Mr. Zimmermann says everything is going to be all
right." 
- - - 
Fortunately, I didn't have to wait very long for the case to go to
court. In the end of June, Sophie and I went to the courthouse, very
nervous. None of us had ever been in a courtroom before. It was a new
office building and didn't look much like a courtroom to me, but then
again, I only knew what I'd seen on film. 
I looked around to see if I could spot Mrs. Larsen's nephew. He was
sitting with his lawyer by a table opposite mine. At first, I though
the young man was her nephew, but a little calculation told me that it
had to be the middle-aged man. Funny how conventions can deceive you;
a lawyer has to be at least forty, which is old when you are in your
early twenties. 
I don't really know what I had expected her nephew to look like.
Emotionally, I imagined he had horns and hoofs, but he looked very
ordinary, wearing a grey suit and an ugly tie. I'd been spending
hours, wondering why he would do this. My assumption was that greed
was the main motive, but looking at him made me a little insecure. He
looked friendly, smiling and not at all like a greedy monster. 
The nephew's lawyer was young and very enthusiastic. He presented the
case and claimed that Mr. Larsen was senile when she changed her will.
The nephew presented his statement. He claimed that he had visited Mr.
Larsen regularly, although not often and that she'd been senile the
last couple of years of her life. I knew that wasn't true, yet her
nephew sounded convincing and even caring, when he talked about his
old, senile aunt. 
He also claimed that she had told him that he was going to inherit all
her possessions. He didn't know what had made her change her mind.
Apparently, his aunt had told him that I was a scheming person and it
was obvious to her that I'd only been visiting her to get to her
money. Mrs. Larsen would, according to his statement, never have
changed her will in favor of me. When his lawyer asked him what he
thought had happened, he implied that I had either forged the will or
tricked her into changing it. 
I was outraged. I wanted to stand up and shout at him. It was all lies
and his sleek and caring appearance was all acting. It had to be. Mr.
Zimmermann was sure he hadn't seen her for years. I mean, why would
Mrs. Larsen lie about seeing her nephew? She'd seen her brother
regularly while he was alive, but even he did see his own son very
often. 
My lawyer asked disturbingly few questions. Only one, actually. He
asked him why he hadn't come forward earlier. The nephew, Mr. Jensen,
had some vague explanation about being away for some time and when he
got back, Mrs. Larsen hadn't been at home. He didn't know that she was
in the hospital and only found out that she'd died when he read the
obituary that Mr. Zimmermann had written. Then it took a long time to
find out who had handled Mrs. Larsen's estate to learn who had
inherited her money. 
Mr. Zimmermann was next. My lawyer questioned him first. 
"Mr. Zimmermann, how long have you been Mrs. Larsen's lawyer?" 
"Over forty years." 
"Isn't it odd that Mr. Jensen didn't know that and had to spend a long
time to find out who was managed his Aunt's estate?" 
"I think it is, especially because I handled the estate of his late
father," Mr. Zimmermann answered. 
"Did Mrs. Larsen ever mention her nephew's visits?" 
"No. She mention seeing him at his father's funeral, but that was the
only time," Mr. Zimmermann answered. 
"When did Mrs. Larsen change her will?" 
"Two years prior to her death." 
"And who was the benefactor in the previous will?" 
"Different charity organizations. I have a copy of the old will here."
He handed a copy to the judge and Mr. Jensen's lawyer. My lawyer
continued. 
"Did Mrs. Larsen mention Mr. Green's visits?" 
"Yes. She talked a lot about Mr. Green. She was very fond of him and
grateful for his help." 
"We have heard Mr. Jensen say that she was afraid that Mr. Green was
only after her money. Did Mrs. Larsen mention such concerns for you?" 
"No. Quite the contrary. I had a suspicion that Mr. Green was after
her money, but Mrs. Larsen never told him that she had any money,
neither did he know that she had changed her will," Mt Zimmerman said.
"Was Mrs. Larsen senile, when the will was changed?" 
"No, she was definitely not senile. She remain sharp until the day she
died." 
My lawyer took out a piece of paper, which he handed to the judge. 
"I have a statement from the doctor who treated her during her
hospitalization proceeding her death. It states clearly that Mrs.
Larsen was sane and was in possession of all her faculties." 
He turned to Mr. Zimmermann again. 
"One last question: Was Mr. Jensen ever a benefactor from any of Mrs.
Larsen's wills?" 
"No," Mr. Zimmermann replied. 
Mr. Jensen's lawyer was pale. He hesitated for a moment, before he
began to question Mr. Zimmermann. 
"If Mrs. Larsen hadn't left a will, I believe that her estate would
have gone to my client, isn't that correct?" 
"That's correct," Mr. Zimmermann replied. 
"Isn't it possible that you have worked with Green to get Mrs.
Larsen's money? You could have forged the will." 
I would have expected Mr. Zimmerman to get mad at him, but he just
smiled. 
"It is possible, but it would have required a lot of planning. First,
I should have anticipated this situation twenty years ago, when Mrs.
Larsen made her first will. Secondly, I should have persuaded the
notary to help with the forgery. Last, but not least, I would run the
risk of jeopardizing my good name and the firm's reputation to gain
very little. Sorry to say that, but Mrs. Larsen wasn't that wealthy.
It is possible, but highly unlikely that I would do that, don't you
think?" Mr. Zimmermann said. 
"But you could have done it?" He young lawyer persisted. 
"I didn't, but I could," Mr. Zimmermann replied. 
The judge interrupted Mr. Jensen's lawyer. 
"Have you anything to substantiate your accusations?" 
"Eh, no. But it does look suspicious that the all evidence about the
will and the estate is coming from Mr. Zimmermann, who himself might
benefit from forging the will," the lawyer said. 
"I see nothing suspicious in Mr. Zimmermann's testimony. Your
insinuations that Mr. Zimmermann would have gained something by
forging her will are pure, unfounded speculations. Unless you have
solid proof, I suggest that you stop accusing Mr. Zimmermann. I find
it much more suspicious that your client needed several months to find
out that Mrs. Larsen's estate was managed by Mr. Zimmermann, who had
been her lawyer for forty years and that your client, as the only one,
claims that Mrs. Larsen was senile. We have a sworn statement from the
hospital that she was in possession of all her faculties. Do you have
any relevant questions to ask Mr. Zimmermann?" the judge asked,
harshly. 
"No sir. I rest," the young lawyer said, dejectedly. 
I'd expected the judge to retire before passing his ruling, but he
just continued talking. 
"After hearing Mr. Jensen and Mr. Zimmermann, I find it hard to
believe that you, as a lawyer, has brought this case to court. You
have in no way managed to present any evidence that there should be
reason to question the authenticity of Mrs. Larsen's will or her
sanity. All you have been able to do is to insinuate that a respected
lawyer might have committed fraud. If Mr. Zimmermann should want to
sue you for slander, you will probably end up paying a substantial
compensation. In my view, you have wasted the time of this court, of
Mr. Green, his lawyer and Mr. Zimmermann. Your client will have to pay
all Mr. Green's expenses. Mrs. Larsen's will stands." 
It was relief. I couldn't help thinking: "was that really all?", but I
didn't say it out loud. It was more or less what Mr. Zimmermann had
told me would happen. Still, in the back of my mind, I wondered what
would come next. 
  
The Neighbor's daughter. Chapter 20. 
  
Nothing happened; not the next week, not the next month. I didn't dare
to believe that everything was going to be ok, but I gradually stopped
thinking about the next catastrophe to happen. 
Sophie still saw Nina, but Nina had a boyfriend and that put a limit
to how often they could see each other. They still had sex sometimes,
but I think it was mostly when Nina couldn't see her boyfriend, or
when I was away on a course or something like that. It may sound
strange, but it didn't bother me at all. I guess I was used to it and
it was Sophie's well established right to have sex with Nina. 
Naturally, Nina's boyfriend and I weren't away at the same dates,
which meant that sometimes, I'd come home after Nina and Sophie had
enjoyed each other. In these cases, Sophie didn't let Nina get her
off. Sophie saved up for me and I knew instantly as soon as I came
through the door. She would be very excited. 
Often, she would tell me that she'd been very naughty and cheated on
me with Nina. It usually meant that she wanted me to spank her. After
the initial shock of her little stunt with the clothespins, I'd
realized that being spanked really did turn her on, and in a way it
also turned me on, so we still did it every now and then. 
Nina also visited us with her boyfriend. It wasn't exactly formal, but
still different from when Nina visited us alone. Her boyfriend was a
nice guy. Before one of those visits, I think it was in September,
Sophie asked me if I would like to try something with Nina and her
boyfriend, sexually that is. 
"No, I don't think that's a good idea, Sophie. To be honest, I don't
think I'd like to see you with another man," I said. 
"I don't want to be with another man, but Nina would like to try to be
with two men and . . . well, I love to be with Nina and you at the
same time," Sophie said. 
"I know it's irrational, but to me, being with you and Nina are
different. You and Nina together are different, too. I would never
even consider being with Nina without you. I don't love Nina, I love
you and she can probably give you something extra, but she can't
replace me, I'm sure. I mean, we have shared each other when we have
been together the three of us. I don't want to share you with anybody
but Nina and I think Nina's boyfriend will find it very strange to be
left out and only be allowed to touch Nina, while the rest of us is
allowed to do whatever we want." 
"I never thought of it that way," Sophie said. 
"Are you disappointed?" I asked her. 
Sophie thought about it for a moment. If she really wanted to do it, I
guess I would have said yes. 
"No. I don't want to have sex with Nina's boyfriend. I just want Nina
and you," she said. 
"Does Nina's boyfriend know anything about what is going on between
you and Nina?" I asked. 
"No. Nina haven't told him, but we talked about doing it, you know,
the four of us. She hasn't said anything to him about that, either." 
"Will Nina be disappointed?" 
"No, I don't think so. You know, she said she expected you to be too
square and homophobic to ever want to do anything like that," Sophie
giggled. 
  
"Perhaps she's right. And perhaps her boyfriend will be scared to
death by the thought of having sex with another man present. Who
knows, maybe I would try to seduce him." 
We both laughed. Nina was probably right: I was too square and too
homophobic. 
"Are you sure you don't mind that I still do it with Nina sometimes?"
Sophie asked. 
"I know it sounds strange, but yes, I'm sure. As long as I know that
it's me you love. I mean, if Nina took something away from me, I'd be
jealous, but as it is, I think she gives back something. I still think
it is exciting to fantasies about the two of you together, and I would
be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the times that we were together.
Perhaps she can give you something that I can't give you. I just want
you to be as happy as possible, and I can still give you something she
can't give you." 
Sophie giggled and blushed. 
"Would you like to be with both of us again?" she asked. 
"It would be unfair to her boyfriend, don't you think?" 
"I don't know. It's different, the three of us, at least to me and
also to Nina, I think." 
"I'm not sure her boyfriend would agree," I said. 
"You're always so righteous!" Sophie said. 
"I would be very sad if you cheated on me," I replied. 
Sophie looked down, timidly. 
"But I am cheating on you, with Nina." 
"You can't be cheating if I say it's OK. I'll let you know if I think
it's too much or if I feel jealous about it, OK?" 
"I don't want to hurt you, but . . . I mean, it's only fun . . . you
know, Nina and me. It feels good. She means a lot to me, still. You
mean more to me, but I can't let go of Nina. It's so difficult,"
Sophie said. 
"Hey, who said it was going to be easy," I said and pulled her close
to me. "I want you to be happy, really happy. Nina is a part of your
life and you can't just throw her away, I know. Don't feel guilty
about it." 
"I'll try," Sophie sniffled. 
"I'll come home early and watch you one day, if that will make you
feel better," I joked. 
Sophie giggled through her tears. 
- - - 
I didn't come home early to watch them together, mainly because they
didn't really plan when it happened, it just sort of happened, and
gradually less frequently, perhaps once a month. Schoolwork, Nina's
boyfriend and I took up most of the girls' time. 
One weekend in early November, Nina's boyfriend was going on a
training camp from Friday to Sunday; he played soccer. Nina and Sophie
had planned to spend Saturday together. They wanted to go shopping and
then come back to our house. 
It was a blistering cold day. I had lit a good fire in the fireplace
and made hot chocolate with whipped cream for them when they returned
with cold, blushing cheeks. They hadn't bought very much, but they
were in a really silly mood, giggling and whispering together, just
like they used to. I suddenly realized how much Sophie had matured in
the last couple of years. Here they were on my sofa, acting just like
when they were fifteen. It felt like a case of deja-vu. 
They were whispering about different things now, or perhaps not that
different. Back then I didn't know what they were really whispering
about. The whipped cream yielded a lot of giggling comments from both
Nina and Sophie: Had I made it myself? - Would there be any left for
Sophie and so on. When Nina left the room for a moment to go to the
toilet, I already knew what Sophie was going to ask me. 
"I know that you think it's wrong, but couldn't you forget about
Nina's boyfriend, just today? We both think it would be great to be
together, You, Nina and me." Sophie asked. 
She looked at me with her most innocent and pleading expression on her
face. She didn't have to. I had already thought about it and it was
too tempting to turn down. Nina's boyfriend was not really my problem;
at any rate I couldn't care, not that day. 
"I think I could forget about morals, just today," I said. 
"Oh, goody," Sophie said excited. "We have been talking about it all
day and I'm so hot. I really want to be . . . really naughty. Do
everything." 
Mina came in and caught the last sentence. 
"You want to be do everything?" she giggled. "Dinner and the dishes?" 
"NO, silly! You know what I mean." 
"No I don't," Nina giggled. "Show me!" 
"OK," Sophie said. 
She stood up and undressed. This was certainly not the innocent little
Sophie from a few years back. This was the confident, sensual and
mature Sophie, almost eighteen. Still, she giggled shyly when she sat
down again. 
"You know what I mean now?" Sophie asked Nina. 
"No, I'm not quite sure," Nina teased her. "Show me more." 
Sophie leaned over and kissed Nina. Nina giggled and shook her head. 
"No, I still don't get it," she said. 
Sophie began to unbutton Nina's shirt. She took it off and released
Nina's tits from the constriction of her bra. The fire had made the
living room nicely warm, but this show made the temperature go up
several degrees. Sophie leaned forward and took one of Nina's nipples
between her teeth. She looked up at Nina, biting her nipple lightly.
Nina shivered and shook her head. 
Sophie sat up again and unbuttoned Nina's jeans. She peeled them off,
taking the diminutive panties down as well. Sophie pushed Nina back to
a lying position and pulled her legs apart, one over the back of the
sofa, the other on the floor. She lowered her face to Nina's pussy and
gave her a long, slow lick from the delicate flesh just under her
vagina up to her clit, letting her tongue dig in between Nina's
already swollen lips. Sophie looked questioningly up at Nina again.
Nina was breathing faster, but she still shook her head. 
I had followed their act with growing excitement and even though I
loved to watch at them together, I was pleased when Sophie left Nina,
still splayed out on the sofa, and walked over to me. She began to
undress me without a word. When I was naked, she knelt in front of me
and let her tongue slide up my shaft. Again, she looked over at Nina.
Nina, who was slowly rubbing her pussy, shook her head. 
Sophie wrapped her hand around my shaft and motioned me to follow her
to the sofa. Nina's head was on the armrest and she tilted it
backwards. Sophie held my cock against Nina's partly open mouth and
gently pushed me forward. She left me there and got up on the sofa on
top of Nina. Leaning over Nina, Sophie pulled my cock out of Nina's
mouth and took me into her own mouth. Then she gave it back to Nina
with her mouth, delivering it in a kiss, my cock caught between them. 
After a while, Sophie whispered: "Let's go into the bedroom." 
We spent the next hour licking, sucking and caressing each other. Nina
licking Sophie while I licked Nina, me and Nina licking and sucking
Sophie, me licking Nina, who was licking Sophie, who was licking me.
Every combination you can think of, we did it, constantly changing
position. We were just teasing, not attempting to make each other
come. 
Finally, Nina ended up with her legs pushed up to her chest, held back
by me. Sophie was lying on her stomach in front of Nina with two
fingers inside her and one finger teasing her ass. We were both trying
to lick Nina's clit at the same time, which was a bit awkward, but
very exciting. Our tongues touched over Nina's clit, and one could
truly say that we were sharing Nina. 
I let Sophie take care of Nina's pussy and moved up her lovely tits,
sucking and licking her nipples. Nina was going out of her mind,
throwing her head from side to side. Sophie was in a teasing mood. She
stopped licking Nina and looked up at her. 
"So, do you know what I mean now?" she asked. 
"Yes," Nina whimpered. "Please don't stop. Make me come." 
We did make her come and as soon as she had calmed a little, we
changed position again. Sophie pushed me over and crawled on top of
me. She lowered her pussy to my face and took my cock greedily into
her mouth. Nina sat up next to her. 
"Show me that you can take it all," she said to Sophie. 
Sophie had practiced a lot since the first time and she only needed a
few attempts before my cock went all the way into her mouth and down
her throat. I groaned into her pussy. At this point, I was on the edge
of coming and I think Sophie knew that. She quickly released my cock
and let me rest for a moment. I continued my attack on her pussy, but
Sophie suddenly moved further down my body and lowered herself onto my
cock. Nina got the clue and lay down between our legs. She began to
lick Sophie while Sophie slowly rotated her hips with my cock deep
inside her pussy. I reached up, cupping Sophie's tits, squeezing them
gently, and played with her nipples. 
We didn't stay in that position for long. Nina pushed Sophie gently
down on top of me, then motioned us to lay in our side. Sophie raised
her leg to give Nina access and Nina presented her pussy to Sophie's
mouth. My cock was still inside Sophie and I was about to go nuts, not
only because Sophie's pussy tightened around my cock when Nina licked
her, but also because Nina not only licked Sophie, she also played
with my balls. I couldn't hold back any longer and began to fuck
Sophie hard and fast. I came before she did, but stayed inside her
while Nina drove her over the edge. 
We were a mess afterwards. We were all very sweaty, Sophie with my cum
running down her legs, and Nina with Sophie juices and my cum smeared
all over her face. I'd prepared dinner in advance - lasagna - and I
put it in the oven while we all showered together. We washed each
other thoroughly, and my cock was already beginning to wake up again
when we had finished showering. 
After dinner, we arranged all the pillows we could find plus our
duvets and some blankets in front of the fireplace. We did every thing
we possibly could think of and wanted to do. First, the girls did a
little show for me. They sat facing each other and masturbated. After
a while, they lay down side by side, kissing and fondling each other's
tits and pussies. Funny, but one of the most erotic things two girls
can do, if you ask me, is kiss each other deeply. The show quickly
restored my erection. 
I joined the girls on the floor and after that it was hands, lips, and
tongues all over. We continued for hours and I had to take a break
every now and then. That didn't mean that the girls got a break, just
that there were two sets of lips, tongues and hands on one girl. 
In the end, even Nina was too sore to go on. Her pussy was red and
inflamed, her clit looked like it had been grounded with sanding
paper. Sophie looked the same. Nina and Sophie made a bet about who
would get my cum. They took turns blowing me, two sucks each at a
time. They did their best and it was pretty hard to hold back. 
Sophie won, but only just. The first jet shot into her mouth just
after she had taken over after Nina, She had only just closed her lips
around my cock. Nina claimed that it had to be a draw, since Sophie
didn't actually have to suck to make me come. I don't know where they
found the energy, but they began to fight over it. Just for fun, of
course and it didn't take long before they gave up and splashed out on
the floor next to me. We could hardly get up, when we decided to take
a shower and call it a night. 
- - - 
I didn't feel guilty afterwards. I think we needed to live it all out.
Nina's boyfriend was replaced shortly after, but it had nothing to do
with our Saturday night. It took several more tries for Nina to find
the right one. We never stopped seeing her, but it was the last time
we had sex together. Nina and Sophie still reminisce about old times
every now and then, physically. I can tell, because Sophie sometimes
is very hot, when she has seen Nina. 
As I already mentioned, the relationship between Sophie's mum and us
never became really good. Not even when we married. Sophie wanted her
father to walk her up the isle and I think that he was truly happy
about that. He said it was the proudest moment of his life. 
We had invited Sophie's grandparents as well. It was a good
opportunity to try and get the family back together, but we didn't get
any reply. To our surprise, Sophie's maternal grandmother showed up in
the church. She cried all the time. I'm not really sure if it was
because she was happy to see Sophie married, or if it was because she
was sad about all the things she'd missed. She didn't stay long enough
for us to ask her and we didn't see her again, despite several letters
and phone calls. 
So far, we have lived happily ever after. 
  
The End. 
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