(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001



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This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature. 

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

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

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The Neighbour's daughter. Chapter 3.

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

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

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

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

"Come on."

"You've got something up your sleeve."

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

"I thought you'd never ask." 

I began to pull the long dress off very slowly.

"It's like unwrapping a gift." 

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

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

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

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

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

"Grrrr, but I will eat you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I thought about it for a moment.

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

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

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

- - -

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

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

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

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

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

Sophie was quiet for a moment. 

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

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

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

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

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

Sophie looked away, bashful. 

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

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

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

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

"Not as pretty as you."

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

"Yes, I guess I do."

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

She caught me completely by surprise.

"I uhh . . . I . . ." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Now?" Sophie asked, very enthusiastically.

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

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

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

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

"It smells of soap," she giggled nervously. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That feels so good," I said.

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

After a minute or so, she stopped.

"Am I doing it right?"

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

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

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

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


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

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

"So, how did you do?"

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

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

"Great. I did really well too." 

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

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

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

To be continued.
     

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