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Subject: {ASSM} (RP) Neighbours daughter ch. 9-12 (mf ff teen rom) by Henrik Larsen
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(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001



Even though it is a repost of a fairly recently posted story, I still 
appreciate your comments. 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 9.


I'm slow in the morning, waking up, and it wasn't until I was out of the 
shower that I realised 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 arse 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 arse 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.


(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001





The Neighbour's daughter.

Chapter 10.

The first three weeks, while Sophie was on vacation with her parents, 
weren't that bad. I missed her, of course I did, but it was nothing like the 
feeling I had when she returned. Knowing that she was so near, just on the 
other side of the wall, made it almost unbearable to be without her. I spent 
hours trying to figure out a way for us to see each other. I considered 
offering my assistance in helping her with her homework, but she was bright 
and didn't really need help. I even considered sending a couple of 
theatre-tickets to her parents, anonymously of course, to get them out of 
the house, but there were too many stories around about people doing that, 
and then robbing the victims house or flat while they were away. Sophie's 
parents would never buy it.

Every idea I came up with had a major flaw and would never work, so I gave 
up. Instead, I began to think about why Sophie's parents acted the way they 
did, and kept Sophie away from the rest of the world, generally treating her 
like she was a small child.

My first thought was that her parents were members of some religious sect. 
Back in the sixth grade, we had a boy in my class whose parents were 
Jehovah's Witnesses. He wasn't allowed to have any contact with other 
children and he dressed weirdly. He didn't say much and in the beginning he 
was bullied a lot, because he was different. It wasn't until our teacher 
told us why he was different that it stopped. I think we all felt ashamed 
and I remember that I felt really sorry for him. It didn't change much, 
though. He was still isolated and very quiet. He apparently accepted his 
fate, but he never appeared to be happy. I can't recall him laughing or 
smiling.

Sophie had never talked about anything religious. I asked Mrs Larsen and she 
was sure that they only visited a church in connection with baptism, 
marriage or death. Somehow, it didn't seem likely that religion would be the 
cause of their strange behaviour. But then what? What else could make people 
act that way?

It could be something in her parent's upbringing which they just passed on. 
That was a plausible explanation, even though every other part of their life 
was fairly normal. Both her parents dressed normally. They had a car and a 
TV; everything a normal family would have. Could it be that they were in 
touch with everything else in modern life, except how to bring up a child? I 
couldn't come up with a better explanation, but I still wasn't sure it was 
the right one.

On top of all my thoughts and worries about Sophie and our relationship, 
came Mrs Larsen's situation. She wasn't doing any better and although she 
was still mentally healthy - no signs of senility and only marginal troubles 
with her memory - she was physically very weak now, and it was difficult for 
her to move around in her flat. Her eyesight was deteriorating as well and 
she could no longer watch TV. It had never been that important for Mrs 
Larsen, she preferred reading or listening to the radio, but the fact that 
she couldn't watch the few things she liked to watch on TV reminded her of 
her age and condition.

She had a lady to do the cleaning a couple of times a week, but nothing 
else. I didn't really know if it was because she turned down any other 
offers from the council or because they didn't offer her anything. I didn't 
mind doing her shopping and cooking; I had to shop anyway - still no freezer 
- and it was better to eat with her than eat alone. She did say that she 
could hire somebody to do the shopping and cooking, but I always told her I 
didn't mind. She also offered me money, but I turned that down as well. I 
knew that she had a fair pension from her late husband, but I didn't think 
it could be very much. Besides, she always insisted on paying for the food 
and wine, so I ate a lot of free meals.

She should have used the walker or a wheelchair, but her home wasn't 
designed for it. There were small rugs everywhere, which needed to be 
removed and the doorsteps would have to go, too. The worst thing was that 
the doors were too narrow for a wheelchair to be able to get in and out. All 
in all, it would have been best for her to move, preferably to a place where 
she could be looked after. The only problem was that she refused to move. 
She wanted to die where she was born and "With a little luck, it will happen 
soon." Those were her words and she meant it. It was a difficult to 
understand for a young man like me, but I accepted it.

The weeks passed and I saw Sophie on the stairs once or twice a week. We 
said hello, politely, but generally we acted as if we hardly knew each 
other. Sophie was good at keeping up appearances, almost too good. I began 
to suspect that she didn't miss me very much. After all, she had Nina. I was 
jealous, I guess. Deep down inside, I knew she had to act as if we were just 
neighbours, but I was hoping for some sign that she missed me as much as I 
missed her.

Jealousy is an awful thing, because it just grows inside you and the more 
you try to push it aside and tell yourself that you are imagining things, 
the more you find that seems to confirm your worst fears. Little details, 
nothing that would normally bother you, but suddenly they grow into 
something close to the ultimate proof of infidelity. It's horrible. I've 
never considered myself a jealous type, but for a couple of weeks, it was 
eating me up.

Then I meet Nina in the supermarket one day. When I saw her, I was in no 
mood to talk to her, being convinced that she had "stolen" Sophie from me, 
but my good upbringing forced me to do the polite thing; to stop to talk. It 
was a wise decision.

"Hello, Nina. How're things going?" I asked.

I may have sounded less than enthusiastic, but I tried my best.

"OK," Nina answered. "Sophie misses you terribly."

She didn't sound as if everything was all right.

"She has you, hasn't she?"

"Sure," Nina shrugged, "but I'm not you and . . . We can be together and 
all, but it's not the same. She misses you."

I felt relieved. I also felt very sorry for Sophie. It wasn't until later 
that I realised why Nina was down. I guess we all had lost something, but 
I'm not sure any of us were able to see clearly enough to acknowledge more 
than our own losses.

"Tell her I miss her very much, too. I hope that we'll get a chance to be 
together soon."

"So do I. She really needs cheering up," Nina said.

- - -

Talking to Nina put a lid on my jealousy, but it didn't make me any happier. 
I knew that Sophie was feeling as low as I was, but it was hardly any 
consolation. I lay at night and wondered what would happen if I knocked on 
the wall. Would Sophie know it was me? Could we signal each other like 
isolated prisoners? I seriously considered drilling a hole in the wall. I 
didn't, because I remembered Sophie's room as very clean and even if I would 
be able to stay clear of her drawer and wardrobe, the dust would be spotted 
immediately. Another great idea down the drain.

Life dragged on for a month after Sophie had returned, before anything 
happened. It was so obvious and it had been staring me in the face all the 
time. I could have kicked myself that Saturday morning, when I finally 
realised that we would have been able to meet all the time.

I was up a little late that day and I'd just got out of the shower, when I 
heard Sophie's front door open and her parents talking. I looked out through 
the door spy to catch a glimpse of Sophie and I was lucky: she walked past 
my door just as I looked, and I saw she was carrying a heavy, open bag, full 
of books. Library books! I rushed to the bedroom to put on some clothes, 
skipped breakfast and hurried down to the library.

It took a while to locate Sophie. The library had been expanded a few years 
back. It consisted of two buildings, the old and the new. The new building 
contained the children's section, reading room and a multimedia section. The 
rest was still in the old building. I found Sophie in the old building, 
kneeling between two tall shelves. She didn't notice me until knelt down 
next to her.

"Eric!"

It sounded so loud in the silence of the library and scared her a little.

"Eric," she repeated, this time whispering. "What are you . . . How did you 
. . .Oh, I've missed you so much."

She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me really tight. We were still 
kneeling and I could feel my balance slip. It's incredible how many terrible 
thoughts that are able to pass through your head in a fraction of a second. 
As we fell towards the shelves, I imagined how they would fall like 
dominoes. It didn't happen, of course. Sophie seemed completely oblivious to 
our position and squeezed me tightly for a long time.

When she finally let go and looked at me, there were tears in her eyes. She 
tried to speak but nothing came out. We got up, only to embrace each other 
again. I didn't know what to say, or perhaps I was afraid that my voice 
would fail me, too. It took a couple of minutes, before we were ready to 
talk.

"You don't know how much I've missed you," I finally said.

"Not as much as I have missed you," Sophie said, laughing through her tears.

We didn't have time to argue about it. An elderly man passed our row and 
looked disapprovingly at us. We held back for a few seconds after he had 
passed, before we started laughing as quietly as possible.

It was so wonderful to talk again. We almost forgot the time and place and 
it was sheer luck the Sophie took a look at her watch just in time for her 
to get out in front of the library, before her parents came to pick her up. 
We hastily agreed to meet in the library next Saturday.

Just talking was fine, and I realised that being close and talking was what 
I'd missed the most. It wasn't until Sunday that I began thinking about a 
way to meet with Sophie in a place where we could be more intimate, but it 
still wasn't an urgent need for me.

The following Saturdays, I went to the library early and waited for Sophie 
to arrive. In trying to work out a way for us to meet privately, I reasoned 
that we would normally have an hour and a half before Sophie's parents 
picked her up again. Walking back to my place took around twenty minutes, 
twenty more to get back. We would have to leave at least ten minutes slack 
to be sure to make it in time and Sophie would need some time to get books 
at the library. With a little luck, we would have half an hour and there was 
still the risk that Sophie's parents would go home first and unload some of 
the things they had bought, seeing us on the way. It was simply not worth 
running the risk.

We stayed in the most deserted part of the old building and we were able to 
kiss and touch a little, but always at the risk of being disturbed. In the 
beginning we were very cautious, only kissing and discretely touching each 
other through out clothes, but after a couple of weeks, we became more 
daring.

We had found a shielded spot where they had put in a couple of extra 
shelves, creating something best described as a labyrinth. We would be able 
to hear if anyone was coming, but in the worst case only a few seconds in 
advance. Still, it was better than an open row and we could do a little 
more.

The fourth Saturday, we both wore loose clothing. Once we were inside the 
labyrinth, we embraced and our hands began to explore each other while we 
talked, but after a few minutes we could no longer concentrate on even the 
simplest conversation. After fifteen minutes, we realised that it was a very 
bad idea, but it was already too late to stop. We got more and more worked 
up and after half an hour, we were almost ready to rip our clothes off and 
make love on the floor.

I was standing behind Sophie with one hand under her shirt. Her bra had been 
pushed up and I caressed her breasts and nipples. My other hand was inside 
her skirt and panties. Sophie was breathing hard and her pussy was sopping 
wet. She had one hand behind her, reaching down into my loose trousers and 
jocks, slowly caressing my cock.

Sophie tried to spread her legs more, to give me better access, but the 
result was that her panties tightened and made it difficult for me to move 
my hands and fingers.

"Sophie, take off your panties," I whispered into her ear.

She didn't hesitate, but eagerly bent down and took them off. Sophie was 
beyond herself with excitement and forgot all about me and my cock, which 
was actually a relief for me at that point, because I was worried that I'd 
make a big, wet spot in my trousers. That fear distracted me to a point 
where I no longer could enjoy Sophie's reactions to my touches.

Sophie began to whimper louder and I had to hush her. The spot we had chosen 
was secluded but only protected against prying eyes; it wasn't soundproof. 
It was hard for her to keep quiet and when I hushed her the third time, she 
took her panties, which had been holding in her hand, and stuffed them into 
her mouth.

I'm sure Sophie would have given us away if she hadn't gagged herself. The 
muffled whimpers and cries were loud enough even with the gag. It was risky 
but there was no turning back. Sophie was getting very close to coming and I 
was so much into it that I simply didn't want to stop. I don't know if I'd 
have heard anyone approaching us. I was just so caught up in Sophie's 
excitement, caressing her tits and pussy.

She came like fireworks: A big explosion that cascaded into several smaller 
explosions. I know that an orgasm only last perhaps twenty seconds, but we 
were in a completely silent library, and it felt like it lasted for several 
minutes. I was sure everybody could hear what was going on. Sophie's body 
trembled and jerked in my arms and she bit down hard into her panties, 
trying to be as silent as possible. Finally, she collapsed and leaned back 
against me, very relaxed and completely confident that I could hold her up. 
Her legs were like jelly and I had to hold her weight for at least a minute, 
before she began to regain some of her strength.

Apparently nobody heard us. We stood and listened in the silence for a 
minute, but we were alone.

"Oh God, Eric. That was so wonderful," Sophie whispered. "I really want to 
feel you inside me."

"So would I, but it's too risky and I haven't got any condoms," I whispered 
back.

Sophie was working her warm, smooth hands into my jocks again and smiled up 
at me.

"I want you to make you come, too," she said.

"You better not. I don't want to go home with a big wet spot."

"Hmmm, there's a way," Sophie said.

She smiled wickedly and pulled her hands out and began to open my fly. I was 
torn between my urge to feel her warm, wet mouth around my cock and the fear 
of being caught with my cock out. It would be pretty hard to get it back in, 
once it was out. Two voices hollered in my head, but the voice that told me 
I needed release, won. I didn't have it in me to stop Sophie.

Her warm hands snaked in through my open fly and coaxed my cock out. It 
wasn't easy and again I thought about how difficult it would be to hide it 
away quickly, but I still didn't have the strength to stop her. When her 
lips pushed down, pushing the foreskin away from the head, I forgot 
everything around me. It had been over two months since I'd felt anything 
but my own hands and I was in heaven.

Sophie didn't tease me. She worked fast and was determined to make me come 
as quickly as possible. At least it felt that way. It felt wonderful. I put 
my hands on her head, primarily to steady myself. I was very, very aroused 
already and it only took her a couple of minutes to bring me way over the 
top. As a sheer reflex, I pressed her head against my crotch as I came. She 
had her hand wrapped around my shaft, so I didn't choke her; I just came and 
came and came. If I had pumped as much cum into her mouth as it felt like I 
did, she would have drowned, but she swallowed it all without any problems.

We had taken a great risk, doing what we did in a public library. With the 
pressure gone, I saw things more clearly. I was just about to say that this 
would have to be the only time we did it in the library, when Sophie broke 
the silence.

"This was so great. We can do this every Saturday."

She looked so happy and I didn't want to disappoint her. After all, maybe it 
was just me, worrying too much. And it had been wonderful.


(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001





The Neighbour'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 shrivelled 
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 marvelled 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 realised 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 realised 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 
recognised 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 realised 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 orthopaedic 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 humourous 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 
spyhole. 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.

(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001




The Neighbour'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 t te- -t te 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.

"Wanna 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.



To be continued.


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