Mi Sophia: A Romantic Novel
Author: Akula (shark.bait.ru at gmail d0t com)
Proofreader: Clearly I need a good one!

Warning this is an erotic novel featuring the romantic and sexual relationship between a 24 year old man and an 8 year old girl. This novel is complete fiction. Any relation to real life events or people is pure coincidence. If this subject matter bothers you please stop reading. If you feel the need to tell me it bothers you stop, remove your pants and place your head firmly in your rectum. If after this you still feel the need to tell me, expect a childish and petty yet witty retort about your small minded and pointless view.

Prelude:

This will be a long novel and as it would be in real life (IMO anyway). So, as such, it will start off slow. If you’re looking for a quick flap move on. If you’re in the mood for a romantic tale between a man and child that’s well written (maybe, we'll see) grab a glass of wine or a bottle of beer and settle in.

Also comments and future plot ideas are welcome as long as they fit the same themes, ie no rape or nc stuff. This is planned for at least 5 chapters. If there is much of a response I will keep writing until I run out of ideas.

*NOTE: As of June 3rd I have change chapters 1-3 changing her age and some minor spelling, grammer and mistakes*

Chapter 1: The Meeting

As I set my final box down in my living room I decided I had earned a drink. Popping the top off a bottle of Grolsch I sat down to relax in my beloved leather chair, wishing I had decided to hook up the TV. "I wonder if the footy is on" I thought to myself. It had been four years since I moved to Stockholm, Sweden from my home town of New Castle, England. At first it was a rocky start but my dad had helped me get started financially and at 24 with no college, I was one of the youngest executive bankers at Handelsbanken. The last 3 years had really blown by and I was looking forward to taking some time to relax and slow down. Maybe finally settle down with a nice woman. Don’t get me wrong I have had my share of flings. Drunk women swarm banking functions but they are just too into themselves, obsessive liars, or just plain stupid. None of which I can handle. Plus I was never able to really enjoy myself in bed with them, checking it off as a lack of interest. One of the nice perks of my recent promotion was a significant increase in my salary and stock options. That leads me to where I am today. Just moving into a house ironically but not on purpose across the street from my boss Sven. The housing community is a little outside Stockholm and is very exclusive. The house itself is a rather large step up from my apartment in Old Town. With the house came a pool, hot tub and in true Nordic fashion, a good size sauna. Though it was winter now I was looking forward to having my own pool in the summer.

Realizing I was nearly through my beer I looked at my watch and promptly jumped up, hurrying to the bedroom. I was due across the street in 20 mins. To have dinner with my boss and meet his family for the first time. Well I had met his wife briefly at a few functions over the years but those few times, him and her, like me, were real workaholics. We never really said more than "Hei" and moved on. I was always on time and I was determined not to change that tonight. After all I owed a significant amount of my success and even this house to him and his guidance. Quickly stripping down I popped into my new master bathroom. It was quite different than any I had seen before.  There was no door between the bed room though the placement of everything made it so you could only see the twin sinks and their huge mirror from the bedroom. While the Jacuzzi tub was nice my favorite part was the open shower with two separate heads so standing in the middle you would get sprayed from the front and back. Plus with no door on it and a drain in the middle, you could easily just walk over to the sink grab a towel and not worry about the excess water. "Oi the bloody towels…" I exclaimed out loud. I had forgotten to unpack them and now I was standing here soaking wet wondering what box they were in, hoping that at least that box got put in the right room. As I was starting to pillage thru the boxes I hoped that the heavy carpet was not going to get damaged by the water draining off me. "I am going to be dry by the time I find them, Ahh bingo!"

Quickly drying off while trying to poke thru my dress shirts, the only things I really did unpack. I decided on a fashionable button down CK white shirt and a pair of dark boot cut American Mudd jeans. After making a quick bee line back to the sink to brush, gargle and apply a little deodorant I was ready to go. A quick check in the mirror left me thinking I could use a shave but it was not that bad and I needed to get going. Slipping into my favorite “dress boots” I quickly grabbed the bottle of wine I had picked up, my coat, keys and set the alarm and headed across the street. With the fresh snow lightly crunching under my feet, I would be lying if I said I was not at least a little nervous. I can handle the business elite with no problems and million Euro deals, but dealing with business women and children and the small chat that goes with it, not so sure about that. 

Shortly after ringing the bell I was greeted by a strikingly cute young girl, I quickly, though maybe a little patronizingly and slightly bent over, I introduced myself in Swedish and she replied back with more elegance than half the women I have dated in perfect English "Hello, my name is Sofia Sundstrand, welcome to our home". I could not help but stare at this little child, with her long blond hair, big blue eyes that reminded me of a young Dakota Fanning with perfect skin and striking Nordic facial features. She was one of the cutest children I had ever seen. While she spoke like an adult she looked to me no more than 9 years old. "May I take your coat" she added with her own degree of attitude and maybe a little annoyance with my slight stare. Still rather taken back, I quickly slipped it off and just as I was handing it to her Sven, my boss, excitedly said "Ahh welcome Marko, come have a drink with me in the lounge". As I turned back to get one last glance at her she was already gone, her face still vividly in my mind. As Sven motioned me to take a seat in one of his rather expensive looking chairs sitting by the fire he started in about a troublesome client we have and how his meeting with them went. As he droned on I started to think about the child again remembering her perfect white dress with flowers on it that stopped a bit above the knees and just realized she was bare foot. Sven’s house, like mine, had heated floors throughout and walking around even on the stone floor was rather comfortable. But her in that dress and her bare feet gave such a childish yet adorable look.

Quickly snapping back to reality as Sven finished his story, I politely smiled and nodded with agreement then started up about a similar event I had with them at my last meeting. After about 15 mins we were interrupted by his wife, Astrid, speaking as though to a child "Stop yapping about biz you two and wash up for dinner, it's just about ready". As Sven and I were standing up Sven rolled his eyes and replied "Yes, coming dear, no need to panic" reminding me a little of Basil Faulty. With a polite smile we walked into the dining room where I was greeted once again by Sophia’s beautiful face. She sat staring blankly at her plate as though her mind was thinking about something. I was just pulling at the chair across from Sophia as Sven took his place at one end of the table while Astrid sat a plate down for herself at the other end. 

Sitting down, I felt a little short, "This table is huge" I said aloud, when suddenly I was startled by a loud bark. Sven never said he had a dog, what the bloody hell was that I thought to myself. I quickly turned around to see a yellow lab standing a few meters back from us staring as though he was expecting something from us. Turning to Sven I asked, "Oi mate, when did you get a dog?" Right after I said it I kicked myself for speaking with such English slang. He replied with a little bit of anger "Sophia insisted, we take it home with us when were in the park today. He looks to have hurt his leg a bit and has no tags. I am going to take him down to the vet tomorrow and have him checked out before we drop him at the pound." Looking over at Sophia I saw her eyes go big as she replied "Daddy you said we might be able to keep him!" Quickly Sven replied, "Honey the fence in the backyard needs mending and we can’t keep him in the house all the time”. Seeing an argument coming I wanted no part of I quickly tried to change the subject before she retorted. In a slightly patronizing tone I asked "So Sophia, you’re about 9 right?" She gave me a rather sharp look and replied like a snobby Emma Watson from the first Harry Potter. "I’m 10," sight pause, "almost 11," finishing with a look that said strike one buddy. A little unsure what to say Astrid walked in carrying the salad adding "Don’t feel bad Marco she is a little short for her age". I could see the look of annoyance on Sophia’s face about her mother’s comment so I quickly added "My mistake, but I must add your very well spoken Sophia, if I heard only your voice I would be sure you were my age and between you and me I was short when I was your age too, but when I hit 12 I sprung up like a tree." This lit up her blue eyes and she slightly tilted her head to the side and gave me a smile that could warm the coldest heart as if to say thank you.

Her mother proudly stating "She started reading when she was 3, by the time she was 4 she was reading books kids twice her age were struggling with". After a quick bite of salad she added "She started taking English classes when she was only 5, most of the other kids were 10 or older". A little taken back I could only say, "Wow I am very impressed Sophia, I did not even start reading till I was twice that age." Again she gave me that warm smile and I could not help but give her a kind smile in return, looking at her in sort of a trance like state. Both Sven and Astrid were too busy to notice while they near inhaled their salads. 

While I was still smiling at Sofia I went to grab my napkin off my knee missing and knocking it off in front of my shoe. I pulled my chair out slightly and leaned under the table. As I went to pick it up I noticed Sofia was sitting in true little girl fashion with her knees wide apart. Wearing plain white cotton underwear that looked to be at least one size to big. It was bunched up in front and you could just see the smooth white skin on the top and side of her vagina. I could not help but think "it looks so smooth and soft" when seemingly out of nowhere the lab starts to lick the side of my face. A bit startled I tried to lift my head too fast, cracking it on the underside of the table, this of course made the dog again bark rather loudly this time right in my ear. Rubbing my head a little Sven angrily said "Sophia put that mutt up in your room right now." Quickly I replied "I’m fine, it’s just a little bump." But Sven was having none of it "That dog has to go, there is no way he is staying here." Sophia was now by the dog's side as if to defend it from him and I could just see the tears starting to form in her eyes. Without thinking I quickly added "Maybe he can stay with me, I’m right across the street and I have always wanted a dog. That way you can visit and play with him anytime Sophia." She went from tears to joy in a second near leaping away from the dog, giving me a rough grab around the neck hug and a quick kiss in the cheek. When she kissed me it was like a little spark.  Though it was just a small gesture of affection, I felt a part of my heart suddenly belong to her. She sat back down beaming as though in her mind she had won a fight she thought she would lose for sure.  

Looking back at Sven he started up, "Now Marco, don’t let those blue eyes of hers talk you into anything, that dog will be just fine on its own." Quickly assuring him everything will be alright, we finished dinner without event. But I could not help sneaking a peek here and there at her face. Just being in the same room with her I felt happy although a little confused by the night’s events. I quickly thought to myself, I have plenty of time to think about this later, I am going to enjoy the time I have now.

Shortly after dinner, Sven invited me into the lounge again, this time toting a 12 year old bottle of Scotch and twin glasses. As he was filling the glasses with ice from behind his bar,  I sat down and notice Sophia was lying by the fire. She was on her back reading a book on her stomach. She had one knee bent up in the air and the other bent lying on the ground pointed at me. Her dress had ridden well up on her stomach and once again her white cotton underwear was sort of bunched up almost looking like she had pulled it to the side a little. The view afforded a whole peek at the top of her soft white mound and you could just see the start of her soft clef and near her whole left labium majora. Given how petite she was, her cunt seemed to have a lot of extra baby fat, making it look very puffy and soft looking. God so soft I found myself thinking again. 

"Everything ok?" Sven asked as I was thinking about it. Snapping back I found myself thanking God again that he hadn’t noticed what I was staring at and quickly replied "Just thinking about that Dutch firm and how we should approach it. It's got a lot of risk involved but I think if we do it right we could end up very well". Sven Nodded in agreement as he sat down.  "The question is how we…" As he started in again I found my mind wondering back to the image in my head of her cunt. As I stole quick look I noticed that she had shifted her legs down together and straight out but her underwear was still bunched at the top and her dress was up so high you could see her belly button. Another short glance at her plump, soft, smooth mound and I felt myself starting to become erect. Suddenly feeling a little panicked I knew I could not sit in this chair with her cunt showing so standing I walked slowly over to the window while he continued to chat about the Dutch client, looking out his window I wondered about all the feelings I was having tonight. 

We both finished our drinks about the same time both our glasses out of ice. On cue Sven asked "Sofia honey, can you grab daddy and Marco some ice from behind the bar". Handing her my glass and she picked up his she giving me a quick smile. When she returned with the glass filled  she gave me another smile, though a little longer this time and a look that to me said I only did this for you. Grabbed her book and headed up stairs, Sven said, "She has been very shy tonight, most nights you can barely keep her mouth shut, going on about this and that".  Nodding as though I understood what he meant, I was left thinking about her smile at the dinner table and what I was going to do with that dog. As thou a moment of ESP Sven politely but sternly said "You know you don’t have to take that dog. "We can take it over tonight and I can pick it up tomorrow and deal with it"… Deal with it, what did he mean by that I wondered. It was then I knew I would take the dog in or Sophia would never speak to me again and, to me it seemed odd that I cared. I knew I could not let that happen. "Sven", I said sternly "I really have always wanted a dog but with my apartment it was just not practical. I will happily take the dog in". Seeming very satisfied with my answer he looked around and said, "Where has that mutt gone too? I swear if he pooped on my carpet anywhere he won’t make it to the door alive." Remembering that I still had some unpacking to do, a quick glance at my watch was all the hint Sven needed to understand. 

With both of us standing at the same time I shook his hand and thanked him for dinner. "Sophia, is that mutt up there with you?" Sven called out. Just as though she had been waiting Sophia started down the stairs with the Lab on a leash. "Ok Sophia, it's time to let Marco take the dog" Sven said and she just walked right by us up to the door and turned waiting for us. It was then I noticed she had put on jeans under her dress as well as boots. As she was grabbing her coat, it was clear to both of us she was walking the dog over no matter if we liked it or not. "Just like her mother, I tell you…" Sven muttered in my ear as he started for the door. 

Once outside she was walking proudly in front us while trying with little luck to make the dog "heel" at her side and stay with her. Sven and I walked quietly behind just enjoying the night's clean air.  Once at my door again, Sophia was not ready to give up the dog yet turning and giving a almost annoyed look like we were taking too long. Opening the door and inviting them both in I quickly disarmed the alarm. Without Sven saying anything she kneeled down in front of the dog giving it a hug and whispered something in its ear. As she released the leash the dog, as though it knew, simply sat there then looked at me as Sophia walked back to the door giving her dad a why are you wasting my time let's go look. Sven getting the same read from her face as I turned around and added. "Just like her mother, I will see you tomorrow.” I said the same then turned to Sophia and for once in a non patronizing tone I simply said "Good night Sophia" and gave her a gentle smile. She seemed a little surprised for a second then quickly walked over, leaned up to give me a hug. Realizing where her head would end up I quickly kneeled down so my head was at her level and gave her a gentle hug as she followed up with a gentle but longer this time kiss on my cheek. She leaned her head close to my ear, so close in fact I could feel her breath and said "Goodnight Marco" kissed me again and turned to leave. Sven simply gave me another nod and they were gone. 

Suddenly my huge house felt very empty and I badly wanted Sophia back here, even if it’s only for a few minutes. I could still feel her breath on my ear. Shaking my head I walked to the kitchen suddenly in great need of a strong drink when I realized that I was being tailed by the dog. As I stopped and turned he tilted his head to one side as though I should know what he is thinking… "What's with you?" Luckily I had stopped by the store during the day and the fridge was well stocked. However dog food was not on my list, so grabbing a handful of lunch meat and two bowls, filling one with water and slapping the meat in the other I set them on the ground. And went in search of the box that had the hard stuff in it, finally locating it and picked an unopened bottle of Stoli, electing not to bother with a glass and headed out to the sauna. I had been warned about drinking in there but it was not that hot and I felt I could handle it. As I walked in, I realized I was still fully dressed and quickly ditched my shirt and pants and grabbed a new looking towel off the hook.  "Must have been left by the last people," I thought to myself. A quick check showed it just as it looked new not at all dirty or used looking. I laid it down on the bench not bothering to use it to cover my naked self I leaned back again the wall and unscrewed the cap, taking a deep swig. 

Looking down I admired myself a little. I worked out very regularly and have been taking Sambo since I was 13. The site of my penis quickly remind me of the nights events, taking another big swig I leaned back and pictured Sofia and her smile, her kiss and touch, then picturing her soft fluffy soft mound.  "God I just want to touch it , just softly and gently touch it," I thought to myself again taking another big swig. I was hard as a rock by this point and felt a strong urge to touch myself as I pictured her lying on the ground and the view of her cunt, thinking about how I could just see the start of her clef, picturing how it must look spread apart, wet and red, I start to cum hard and quickly grabbed the towel to catch the mess. Leaning back after cleaning myself off I took another swig and noticed the bottle was half gone. I’m not sure if it was the sauna or the vodka but suddenly my head was swimming hard. I grabbed the towel leaving my clothes behind and headed back to the house. Once outside the cold hit my naked body hard and I was running to get inside.  I ditched the bottle in the kitchen and dumped the towel in the trash. Hitting the lights in my bedroom, I settling into bed.  I noticed the dog had taken up a place right on the end of my bed.  Rolling over I looked out the window towards Sophia’s house and to myself said "Good night Sophia."  Still feeling her breath on my ear, I curled up with a pillow and thought "What a fucking night…"