NORA'S EYES

Chapter 3

Author�s note:

The following is a novella in eight chapters, a little over forty-one thousand words, approximately one hundred pages long. I wanted to create a story that was more than an assortment of single romps, the individual tales of sexual encounters between an adult and a child. I wanted to tell the complete story detailing the relationship between a grown man and a little girl; their acquaintance, the internal struggle of such a union, the growth of their companionship, and a resolution to the problems surrounding it.

I hope you will find it a flowing, moving story, evoking a few smiles, anger, happiness, and perhaps even a tear or two. Ben

Special thanks to Bob, an avid follower of this site from Great Britain, who gave huge amounts of time and effort into proofreading this work.

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2017 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.

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In the morning, after I showered and dressed, I made breakfast while she did her morning routine. As a special treat I made French toast with cinnamon with real maple syrup, sausages, and orange juice. This was a hit with Nora.

After we cleaned up I telephoned Mack. Thomas MacKay, of the law firm MacKay-Tanner was a good friend besides being my lawyer. The firm represented many famous, rich, important people in a variety of functions, but none were as famous, rich, and important as me (I say this without false modesty because it is true). I knew when I told him I had something very important I needed to discuss with him, he would set aside whatever it was he was working on and see me.

True to form his response was, �Come right over.�

I told Nora, who had selected an orange tee shirt with the picture of a wild flower on the front (orange seemed to be her favorite color), and a pair of light green shorts, plus the beloved flip flops, I would be back soon. I was going to set the ball in motion towards getting the permission for her to stay with me.

As I was about to leave I said, �When I get back I have a special surprise for you. We�re going somewhere.�

Her eyes grew round with anticipation.

At the lawyers I explained all about coming across Nora, her condition (I�d printed off selected photographs which I put in a folder), and the things she had indicated to me that had been done to her. I was quite frank that I wanted to adopt her.

He asked me one simple question, �Why?�

I told him I felt bad for her. No child should be subjected to the treatment she had received. I said I could provide a good life for her.

�Well, the first thing that will happen is a hearing to determine where she is to live until the papers have been processed, CPS has made an investigation, and the final adoption hearing is completed.� He paused. �Usually this can take up to a year, but because it�s you, because of the history with her mother, and because I have connections with the right people, I think we can get it done expeditiously.�

I left Mack to work his wonders and returned home.

As I entered the apartment from the elevator Nora was standing there waiting. I chuckled.

�Are you anxious?�

She nodded.

�Okay, let�s go.� I took her hand and we left on our journey.

Her eyes were even larger than when I had left her earlier as I led her into the Disney store. While she was checking out the clothing, determining which things she wanted, I loaded up on DVDs. Of course, I had to get �Frozen�, but I also wanted to expose her to the older titles, classics. I grabbed, �Snow White, Cinderella, Pinocchio, Lady and the Tramp, Peter Pan,� and a few others, plus a liberal selection of newer hits.

One shirt Nora really took a shine to was Mickey Mouse dressed in robe, pointed hat, and carrying a wand. That inspired me to grab �Fantasia� as well. What better way to reveal the beauty of classical music?

Before we left I spotted a board game, Sorry, which I reminisced had been loads of fun as a kid, when there was little else for fun for us.

There was one other item I bought and secreted away from her for a later surprise.

I asked Nora at one point if she didn�t want a stuffed doll. She reflected for a moment, then shook her head.

�Scott the bear is enough right now?� I asked.

She nodded.

I buzzed my driver, Paul, and he brought the car around. The staff had to help carry out the huge number of packages we acquired.

Since it was afternoon we stopped at a restaurant. They set a menu in front of Nora. She picked it up and opened it.

�Can you read it?� I asked.

She frowned and nodded.

�I wasn�t trying to insult you. Remember, there are still a lot of things I�m still learning about you.�

The frown left her face and she nodded that she understood. When I asked what she wanted she pointed to a cheeseburger on the kids menu. With it came fries and a pickle. I had fish. She tried a piece of it when it came and thought it was good. However, the cheeseburger and fries disappeared quickly, along with a large glass of Coke.

Overall the day was very enjoyable and I could tell she was having a good time, even though I had yet to see her smile.

When we arrived home with all our purchases there was a phone message from Mack to call him.

�Yeah, Mack, what�s up?� I asked when he answered.

�Well, remember, you said you wanted thing to move along swiftly, right?�

�Right.�

�Okay. There will be a lady coming to you apartment tonight at about six or six-thirty from the CPS. Her name is Ida Grainger. She holds a pretty important role in the agency, and is a good friend of mine. We�ve worked on a number of things together. She�s one of the good ones, Scott. You can trust what she tells you.�

�That�s good to know.�

�Also, I�ve scheduled a preliminary hearing for ten o�clock, Friday. She�ll have the particulars. This will be to determine who the kid, Nora?, will live with until all the other procedures have been completed.�

�Thanks, Mack,� I said.

�Ida has suggested, under the circumstances, we have Nora checked out by a forensic gynecologist. She�ll talk to you about that, too.�

�Wow,� I replied. �It sounds like things are getting serious�

�We want to have as much information on our side as we can get. I�m hoping we won�t need to use any of it. Which brings me to the last item.�

�And that is?�

�I want your permission to withdraw five thousand dollars. I plan to visit the woman and put it to her succinctly. If she creates a scene over this we will have her arrested on about a dozen charges and force the adoption issue. However, if she agrees to simply walk in and relinquish her parental rights we are willing to help her separation anxiety by making this monetary donation to her. I don�t think she wants the kid anyway, but the money should cinch the deal.�

�Certainly,� I agreed, �whatever you think is best.�

After breakfast I had got Nora�s mother�s address and name from her with specifically worded questions and one word answers. Mack had that information in the file.

When I hung up, I approached Nora, who was busy sorting through her new things, and explained most of what Mack had told me.

�It would probably be a good idea to move all your clothes into the other bedroom to make it look like that�s where you stay.� She understood, and I helped her with the relocation. I even had her jump on the bed a few times to make it seem she slept there.

There were a couple of hours to kill, so we watched �Frozen�. I sat with my arm around her on the couch as she became absorbed in the story. She loved it.

Around six thirty, as we were just sitting down to eat, the buzzer in the elevator rang. I went to the video screen and pressed the button. The image of a woman in her mid-fifties materialized. �Mrs. Grainger?� I asked.

�Yes, sir, Mr. Braydon,� she replied.

�I�ll buzz you up.�

When she exited the elevator we shook hands and I introduced her to Nora who nodded hesitantly.

�I am so sorry it�s such a late meeting,� Mrs. Granger said.

�That�s quite all right. We were just about to eat. Have you eaten yet?�

�Oh, I don�t want to be a bother��

�Nonsense. Do you like chicken?�

�Well, yes, but��

�And mushrooms?�

�Yes, sir, but really��

�Then I will be insulted if you don�t join us. It�s one of my specialties; chicken and mushrooms in a cream sauce served on a bed of long grain wild rice.�

�It sounds delicious. Thank you.�

I showed her to a seat at the bar. �I always eat out here,� I told her. �It seems more informal. Plus if I want to watch the news�� I pointed at the flat screen facing us. �I�ll go get our meal. Nora, why don�t you show Mrs. Grainger your room?�

Nora slid off her stool and took Ida�s hand, leading her toward the guest bedroom.

When they returned, I had three plates of food waiting, with a side salad.

�This looks fantastic,� Ida stated.

�Cooking is one of the few things I do well,� I told her.

She sampled a bite. �Oh, my heavens! This is wonderful.�

I gave her my thanks for the compliment. �Would you like some wine?� I asked.

She gave me an odd look as I poured a glass for Nora.

�I had better not. I�m driving. Do you think Nora should be allowed wine?�

I removed the towel I had wrapped around the bottle to show her the label which read �sparkling grape juice�.

Ida laughed and said, �Well, maybe a small glass wouldn�t hurt.�

We ate our meal and she asked a few questions, mostly about me. When we were finished, Ida asked if she could help with the cleanup and I explained that she was our guest, and Nora always helped me.

We talked about the gynecologist and I got the pertinent information.

�I am almost done here,� she announced. �I just have a question for Nora.�

The little girl looked at her, waiting to be asked.

�Nora, can you give me just two words that tell me how you feel about staying here?

She pondered the question for a few moments before saying, �Warm.� Pause. �Safe�.

Mrs. Grainger closed the folder she was writing in and told us, �I think I have enough information. I see no reason Nora should not stay with you until the adoption procedures are complete. Of course, the judge will make the final ruling at the hearing.�

Nora slipped off her seat and went to Mrs. Grainger, giving her a hug. I believe the woman was touched by the gesture.

As she was getting ready to leave, she told me, �Mr. Braydon, I didn�t want to mention this before because I didn�t want to give the impression of impropriety, but I am a devoted follower of your work. I�ve read every book you�ve ever written, and seen all the movies made of them. You aren�t a bad actor.�

�Why thank you,� I said. �I�ll tell you a couple of secrets. One; I always write a character into my books that, if it should be made into a movie, I can play that part.�

Ida laughed. �What is the other secret?� she asked.

I went to the opposite end of the bar, where half a dozen boxes lay stacked and retrieved a volume in a brightly covered jacket.

�You haven�t read everything I�ve ever written.� I held it up for her to see. �This won�t be on the shelves for a month yet.� I opened the book and began to write.

The inscription read; �To Ida, thank you for being a dedicated fan. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Scott Braydon�.� I then handed it to her.

�Oh, I can�t accept that,� she said. �It wouldn�t appear right.�

�Would you go to a book signing and buy the book?�

�Of course.�

�No one but us needs to know you didn�t. By the way I expect to hear what you think of the character, Bob Lawrence.� Who do you think would be right to play him if a movie is made?�

Ida clutched the book to her chest like it was the treasure of the Sierra Madre and offered profuse thanks. The elevator took her down and I turned to Nora. �Well, kiddo. So far so good.�

She hugged me.

After taking care of the dishes I took a shower and dressed for bed. Nora also showered. As I waited on the couch I was curious as to how she would appear when she made her entrance. There was no disappointment when she came into the room totally undressed.� I smiled at her. This was becoming a regular routine; one I have to admit I enjoyed.

She climbed in to my lap. �You know, " I said, "you don�t have to be naked if you don�t want.�

A tiny finger pressed against my lips as much to say, �Enough. I know all this. You don�t have to keep telling me.� I cuddled her close.

A thought occurred to me. Perhaps it wasn�t just that she wanted to please me by letting me hold her and caress her. Maybe she was letting me know that she trusted me not to take advantage of her (though in a way I was). Then another thought arose in my mind. Maybe she was proving to herself that a least one person in the world would not force himself on her, even when she was at her most vulnerable.

My hand had been gently stroking her leg. I let it move up higher, to her hips. Then a slick move brought it around on her buttock. Fingertips probed the area between, softly touching her anus.

She started to move and I thought maybe I had gone too far, but her movement put in a better position for the exploration.

After a while she slipped off my lap, grabbed Scott the bear with one arm, and my hand with her other hand. This started as a replay of the previous night. I was led to the bedroom. She stripped me. Then she climbed on the bed lying on her back, knees bent, feet flat on the mattress, legs spread wide.

A minute or two of visual admiration was in order. As I gazed upon her perfect little body she lay patiently waiting for me to mount.

However, I had other plans. The day had been all about Nora. The night would be as well. I clambered on the bed until my head was between her legs. First, I planted a kiss on her inner thigh, moving downward with more of the same. She stiffened a little, unsure what to expect. Ever so softly my lips grazed her pussy on their way to the other thigh.

There was a quick inhalation by the child.

Then I went to work on the opposite thigh, kissing my way toward her knees, changing course and kissing back down the back of her leg. I kissed all the way to her ass cheek, grazed the crack and continued on the other and up the back of that leg.

This teasing was fun. She trembled slightly. Hopefully that was from anticipation and not from fear. Now it was time to set my sights on the intended object of my assaults. I pressed my lips to her cleft. Another gasp and a slight moan were my rewards. My tongue separated the lips and sought what lay hidden beneath. The, as yet, small labia brought a deep sigh. I took my time exploring the area, mentally mapping the terrain for later attacks.

I slid down to her vagina, entering it, tongue fucking her for a while. Rocking her legs up a little I rimmed her asshole.

It pleased me to tease her, raising the level of her arousal. When I was satisfied she was primed and ready, I spread her pussy lips with my thumbs. My tongue gently raised the hood and lightly touched her clitoris.

Nora�s back arched slightly as I continued to administer my treatment. Her hands held my head, fingers threaded through my hair, as if to steady herself.

My movements became quicker, more pronounced. I could feel the muscles in her legs tense. Her moans increased in frequency and volume. As she began to twitch her hands held my head tighter and she made a noise as if afraid.

I stopped momentarily to reassure her, �Go ahead, honey. Let it happen. Trust me.�

She relaxed her grip and I continued. Shortly her body spasmed, then began to shake like a person possessed. She kicked her feet up and down on the bed, twisting from side to side. Her bucking forced her pussy harder against my mouth. But I was unrelenting. My fervor matched hers.

Finally, a massive shudder ran through her body from top to bottom. There was a prolonged moan and she dropped back onto the bed like a dead person. I stopped tonguing her and gently kissed her pussy. A shiver and a little buck ran through her from head to toe.

The sound of her panting reached my ears, as if the experience had been frightening as well as exhausting.

My lips brushed her pussy again resulting in another shudder. I could go on kissing that sweet little cunt all night if I knew it brought her pleasure, but I didn�t want to irritate it so I stopped and relocated my body alongside of hers.

With my head elevated on my hand I gazed down on her, so petite, so beautiful, so vulnerable. Her panting had calmed to heavy breathing. Her eyes met mine.

�You okay?� I asked. She nodded. �Did you enjoy it?� I was hoping for a positive answer. A girl that young might not appreciate the throes of an orgasm.

The answer did not disappoint me. Her eyes opened wide and her head nodded vigorously.

I smiled. My hand caressed her sweaty chest; the thumb circled the tiny pink nipple, almost invisible in the dim light that filtered in from outside. There is always light from outside in the city that never sleeps.

Nora closed her eyes and sighed, contented, sated.

�I�m glad,� I told her. �You deserve to feel the same pleasure you give me.�

Every now and then a shudder would work its way through her body. She must still be feeling the aftershocks of what was certainly a powerful orgasm.

I bent down and kissed the other nipple. Its flatness amazed me. In only a few years it would start to mature like fruit on a vine, growing into what I assume would be a remarkable set of breasts. But, for now, there was no growth in them, and I liked them that way. I loved them that way.

The tip of my tongue could barely find the miniscule tit. It felt more like a pebble. I licked and toyed with it. It responded, hardening, but not swelling.

I kissed my way down to her belly, stopping at the navel. She had been lying with her legs closed, but at my approach they opened. What could this mean? The thought amused me. How insatiable is this little wench?

I decided I had to try; as much for her as for me, though I think at the time it was more a selfish desire.

My lips moved down to her mound and pressed firmly on it. Her breathing increased. Her stomach moved up and down rapidly. My fingers slid gently over her slit, my middle finger barely spreading the lips. She moaned. The direction reversed. The middle finger now entered her pussy.

Her body squirmed. She responded to my fucking motion with her hips.

My other hand ventured around behind her leg. Fingers delved into her butt. A naughty digit located her anus and began to rim it. Unusual squirms took me a moment to realize she wanted that one in as well. Not wanting to disappoint her (I would never want to disappoint her) I began to push. Slowly it entered her ass. I worked both fingers simultaneously, fucking her in a miniature dual penetration. She wriggled and groaned.

Eventually I pulled out. My face sought her slit from this new direction and my tongue found her engorged little clit right away. It only took a touch and she was writhing in another full blown climax.

I didn�t persist for long, not wanting to make her sore. She was extremely wet down there, and it wasn�t all from me.

I lay back beside her. Her body continued to tense and release for minutes. When she finally lay still, I could tell she was spent. She snuggled into my shoulder and drifted off.

She only slept about fifteen or twenty minutes before waking. I wondered if something was wrong, but said nothing. She reached between my legs. My cock had been hard as a rock, but flagged after she fell asleep. However, her soft caresses soon brought it to a full erection.

Nora twisted her body on top of mine. She slid down to position the head of my cock at her hole. Then she continued the motion, slowly impaling herself on my dick. The fit was still as tight as ever, but she was so wet it slipped in effortlessly.

Now it was my turn to moan.

She pushed herself into a sitting position. Her hips rose on my cock and then descended. The second time she brought her body down on it she froze. I could see in her eyes she was regaining the feeling. Her eyes grew big and she looked at me with fear and uncertainty. I smiled and gave her own usual answer; I nodded.

This was all the permission she needed. She rose up and pounded herself unmercifully, her pussy slamming into my pubis. It was like watching a rider on a mechanical bull. Her body arched backward. Then she would flop forward. Her hips wiggled and swirled. She experimented to find just the right movements to heighten her pleasure.

The truth is I have never been one of these guys with total control, but I tried my best to bring myself close and be ready, so when she began to come, I could too. I wanted her to experience the ecstasy of mutual orgasm.

Her movements became erratic and I understood she was near. I prepared myself to come with her.

The sounds of, �Unh, uhn, uhn,� escaped her lips. I doubt she realized her hands were anxiously caressing her chest. All at once she snapped forward. Her hands grabbed my side for support and thrust her weight hard on my dick with all her might, over and over again.

It was a good thing she was coming now, because I was too, and I couldn�t have stopped it for anything. Our voices joined in a chorus of feral moans and groans, our movements animalistic in intensity.

I continued to ejaculate longer than I normally do. She continued to ride, though the movements slowed and eventually ceased. She flopped forward, still engaged. Her arms held me tight in a hug. Her lips rained kisses all over my chest. It wasn�t necessary to ask if she enjoyed it.

She quickly fell asleep. I didn�t disturb her. Yes, we would be a mess in the morning, and I would definitely have to throw the sheets in the washer, but I didn�t care.

Toward morning I woke to her groaning in her sleep. Her thrashing warned me she would soon startle awake from her demon nightmares. I wondered what disturbed her so. Would I ever know?

I gently shook her. She opened her eyes with a quick gasp of air.

When she grasped where she was she slithered up far enough to rest her face against mine. She hugged me tight and began kissing my face all over. I took her cheeks between my hands. She looked worried at first that she might have done something wrong, but I brought her lips to mine and kissed them. Her lips were soft and warm against mine. There was no passion involved as there would have been with a woman, but that was surprisingly satisfying to me. She returned the kiss and we lay, resting for a while.

THE END - Chapter 3