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(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001



Comments are very welcome. You can reach me either through assd or by e-mail 
at henlar@hotmail.com.


This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

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

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

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





The Neighbour's daughter. Chapter 2.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're sexy."

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

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

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

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

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

"Scared?" I whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How do you feel?" I asked.

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

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

"Nina's got a boyfriend?"

"All the other girls have boyfriends."

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

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

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

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

"You've had that all along."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So do I."

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



To be continued.



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