NORA'S EYES

Chapter 4

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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I let Nora go first in the bathroom while I stripped the bed and loaded the washer. Usually Mrs. Gardener would do that. I'm pretty tidy. I do my own dishes, laundry, and keep things orderly. I'm an orderly person.��

Mrs. Gardener comes in two times a week and does the dusting, changes sheets, vacuums; things I can't stand doing, but she is on vacation for another week. That worked out well. It might be a little touchy explaining Nora's presence, at least until we're sure the adoption goes through.

After shaving, showering, and getting dressed I headed for the kitchen.

When I opened the bedroom door a delicious aroma greeted me. On the bar sat a big bowl of scrambled eggs, sausage, golden brown toast, and a cup of hot coffee for me, a glass of orange juice for her.

"I didn't know you could cook," I remarked. "I should have known. You probably had to learn in order to stay fed." Nora nodded. "It smells great!" I told her.

I picked up a fork full and examined it. "They're fluffy, so you used milk. Are those green flecks chives?" Another nod. "And it looks a little darker than usual." I took a taste. "Oh, my god, this is delicious!" I said. "What�s the other thing you used?"

She disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of Worcestershire Sauce.

"Wow! That's wonderful!" I exclaimed. "I never would have thought of that. It gives them a little zing. I love it."

The truth is, I wasn't giving her undeserved praise. The eggs were great.

It pleased her that I complimented her cooking. Still no smile, but the glow in her eyes told me how happy she was.

Just after cleaning up the phone buzzed. It was Mack. "What's up, Mack?"

He started right out with his less than cheerful voice that he always used whenever he had to do something unpleasant or things weren't going his way. "If I ever have to go to that woman's place again your retainer fee will double."

"That bad, huh?"

"Jesus, I wouldn't go any farther than the first three feet of the entryway. I didn't dare touch anything for fear of contracting some dread disease. It was filthy. It smelled, and she's no prize, either."

"Well, now I know just how far you�ll go to keep me happy,� I laughed.

�Oh, you have no idea, but that�s approaching the boundaries,� he replied.

�Other than that how did it go?" I asked, anxious to know how difficult a fight we had before us.

"I think we're all set. I told her how you found Nora. She didn�t seem to care. I never mentioned your name, but I told her you wanted to adopt her. I said she needed to go to the hearing and agree to leave her in your care until the adoption hearing. I said, if she didn�t, we would press charges on abandonment, abuse, endangering the welfare, etc., etc. I also revealed we were seeking an arrest on Randy Mallette, her drug dealer, for sex with a minor, child abuse, and a host of other charges. He goes by the nickname the Hammer. Get it? Mallet�hammer?�

�Yeah, I get it. Inventive. How did you find out his name?� I asked, surprised.

�I have ways,� he laughed. �Anyway, to sweeten the pot, I showed her the cash and said we might be willing to help alleviate the pain of giving up a daughter. She snatched the money and said she�d be there. What a douche!�

After hanging up from Mack I had an idea. The doctor�s visit was scheduled in two days. The trip to the Disney store went well. Nora had no problem being in the midst of other people. I wanted to get her used to the idea of someone specifically directing their attentions toward her, like the doctor was sure to do.

So, I made another call.

The person on the other end of the line answered, �Chez Jacques.�

�Jack, this is Scott Braydon.� I always called him by his bona fide New York City name. He had about as much French in him as French Fries, even though he put on a marvelous front with a thick French accent.

�Ah, Oui. What can I do for you today, mon ami?�

�I have a favor to ask of you. There is a friend staying with me for a while, perhaps even longer, and I�d like to have you give her your special treatment; hair, nails, pedicure, the works.�

�Mais, oui. I can do zis.�

�The problem is, I�d like you to squeeze her in today,� I told him, knowing what the response would be.

There was a slight pause. �M�sieur Braydon, zis would be next to am-poss-ee-bleu,� (French pronunciation).

�Of course, I would be willing to double your usual fee.�

�Ah, you are so kind. Let me see what we can find.� There was the sound of pages rustling in the background, probably next to the receiver. �How would four o�clock be?�

�Sounds magnifique. Thanks, Jack.�

The sun shone through the glass doors to the patio. Even at mid-morning the day was bright and warm.

�What do you say we sit out there and soak up some rays?� I asked Nora. She nodded. �Do you want to change into your bathing suit?� I knew what the answer would be. She had almost showed excitement when she brought it to me, indicating the question of whether it would be okay to buy it.

Her eyes grew big and she nodded vigorously, taking off for �her� bedroom to change.

At some point I would have to press the point of making her speak, but for now I just wanted her to get accustomed to her surroundings. It was also important that the hearings be out of the way. If Mack failed me (something that had never before happened) and she had to go back with her mother it wouldn�t do to have her slipping out of her shell, leaving herself psychologically open to their abuse.

The patio chair was comfortable and I sat back enjoying the sunshine. It was nice to have a warm, dry day. Summer had just arrived. At this height, anywhere in the city, there was a constant breeze, but this one caressed my face with soft warmth.

The sound of the sliding door opening and shutting drew my mind from its ramblings about the weather. Nora advanced to stand in front of me so I could get a good look, and probably solicit a few compliments. I was more than willing to oblige. In truth she looked stunning and I remarked as much. The two piece suit was emblazoned with Tinker Bell poised with her magic wand.

The part that covered her nipples revealed no bulges, bumps, or swellings. It wasn�t really necessary, except for effect. And, the effect was undeniably sensual. I wondered if Tink was symbolically getting ready to cast a spell that would turn this striking bud into a flower. The bottom of the suit didn�t disappoint either, accenting the exposed hip bones and highlighting the gentle curve of her stomach to the enticing hidden mound I knew was there. The suit really was too racy for a girl her age, but I was so glad we bought it. It astounded me just how erotic I found it.

Nora lay back on the chaise and put on her Frozen sunglasses.

�Better let me put some lotion on,� I said. �We wouldn�t want you to get sunburned before the hearing.�

The bottle sat on a table between our chairs. I dumped a small amount in my palm and began to massage it into her shoulders. Her skin was soft and white. She definitely had not spent a lot of time in the sun. When most of the lotion was rubbed in I made sure to get some on her cheeks and forehead. Next I did the length of her arms, down to the fingertips.

There was an appreciative expression on her face. Having someone touch her without hitting, whipping, or otherwise abusing was undoubtedly a new sensation. More lotion was applied to her chest, then her belly. She twitched when I got near her navel.

�Are you ticklish?� I asked, feigning surprise.

She shook her head vigorously, but I knew that was a lie.

I lightly grabbed her sides and tickled. Nora squirmed and fought. Then a peal of laughter left her mouth. She looked bit shocked and a little scared. The tickling stopped and I told her, �I absolutely love hearing that sound from you. I�ll stop, this time, but I reserve the right to have an all-out tickling match with you as the ticklee after all this is over.� I knew right now was not the right time for that, either.

There was almost a smile on her lips. She nodded. Her eyes told me she looked forward to it.

Resuming my lotion detail I took special care to make sure her legs were adequately covered from thighs to toes, especially the thighs.

I stepped back to admire my work, making sure I had everything covered. For all the times I had seen her naked, it was amazing to me how those two little wisps of fabric, covering the right places, looked so sensual. A carnal lust arose in me that made me want to take her right there on the patio. But I pushed it aside. There would be time for that, too.

�Turn over and let�s get the other side,� I told her gently. Nora complied.

Her bra was fastened with clasps in the back. Probably it came that way from the store. I couldn�t imagine a nine year old would have mastered the art of fastening and unfastening a bra that grown women find so easy to do and men find next to impossible. Or, perhaps it�s an inherited trait in the sex. I don�t know.

�I�m going to undo this for a moment so I can get your entire back,� I said.

She made no remark and I managed the job with less trouble than I usually have. Before greasing her back, I did her legs; thighs to heels, especially the thighs. I not only applied sun block to her back, but I took time to massage it; more reinforcement that another human�s touch could be pleasurable.

We soaked in the sun for an hour or more. At one point I got up and went to the kitchen to make lemonade. The ice cold bitter sweet liquid was a treat I got the impression she had never tasted before. The pleasure I received from being able to introduce her to new and enjoyable things made me very happy.

It was getting near noon, but I decided we would forgo a lunch for another treat. There were a few hours to kill before our trip to Chez Jacques. Why not fit in another movie?

The suggestion made and accepted, Nora head to the bedroom we had dubbed �her� room, even though she spent every night with me in mine. This time, I selected the movie. She agreed to it without complaint. I said she should probably shower and put on some different clothes, even though I hated to see her change out of the suit.

As she walked away from me her suit bottoms had risen on one tender, sweet cheek making me sigh.

While she was gone I made us a big bowl of popcorn, real popcorn, not the stuff in the poison bags. It was drenched in melted butter, garlic salt, and grated parmesan cheese. I had two old cloth napkins that were stained anyway. I can�t bear to throw anything out that might still find some use. That�s just part of my upbringing. It was a good thing I saved them. From now on they would officially be popcorn napkins.

When she returned, as I expected she would when I told her I wanted us to watch Fantasia, she wore her Mickey Mouse sorcerer tee shirt and a pair of shorts.

We settled in on the couch. I gave her a napkin and warned her not to wipe her hands on anything else or it would leave stains. It wouldn�t have mattered if she had. Anything can be replaced, but why ruin something good if it isn�t necessary?

Fantasia started out as a simple short for Mickey Mouse to the music of Dukas� �The Sorcerer�s Apprentice�. It was meant to be a vehicle to boost Mickey�s sagging popularity. In 1936 Walt Disney contacted the Philadelphia Philharmonic conductor Leopold Stokowski to see if he would be interested in getting involved. Stokowski was so enthused with the project he offered to do it for free. By the time the short was finished Disney was approached with an idea for a feature-length movie of animated classical music. Nothing like this had ever been done and Disney, who had never spent much time listening to this type of music, eagerly accepted the chance to expose himself, and the public to classical offerings depicted through his animation.

Stokowski was again hired to conduct and arrange the various pieces. The music was recorded in Philadelphia with thirty-six separate microphones surrounding the orchestra. This, too, was a first.

The movie debuted in 1940 with a stellar attendance. Most reviews were good, but the only living composer whose music was represented, Igor Stravinsky, was not overjoyed with the arrangement. It is still considered one of the top one hundred films of the last century.

It delighted me to see the reactions Nora gave to the various segments. During Stravinsky�s �Le Sacre du Printemps� she leaned forward a bit marveling at the giant prehistoric creatures lumbering through the swamps. Originally his �Firebird Suite� had been chosen for the animation, but all working on the project decided �The Rite of Spring� fit in better with their plans.

While Beethoven�s Symphony number six, The Pastoral Symphony played, with its centaurs and fauns cavorting in the meadow she rocked gently to the music.

Mussorgsky�s �Night on Bald Mountain� saw her burrow beneath my arm and grab my hand.

And the dancing hippos in "The Dance of the Hours" by Ponchielli even drew a faint chuckle from her. It was a sound that made my heart full.

But, by far, the segment that captured her fullest attention was when Mickey Mouse bungled through spells with a magic wand to Dukas� �The Sorcerer�s Apprentice�. She was so excited she was almost dancing in her seat.

By the time the movie was finished, so was the bowl of popcorn. The cloth napkins testified that it had been as enjoyable as the show.

�Did you like it?� I asked.

She nodded enthusiastically.

We washed and dried the bowl, threw the napkins in the wash, and I went into the office to check and attend to my emails. There was a faint tinkling of the piano that could be heard through the door. I peeked out and Nora was standing there experimenting with the keys. She stopped when I emerged.

�It�s okay. You can play on it. Do you think you might like to learn to play?�

She nodded.

�Okay. When things get settled I�ll get you a piano teacher,� I told her. �In the mean time I can show you a little tune.�

I positioned her fingers on the keys and explained what to look for. Start on the key just to the right of the two black keys. Then I pushed down each of the three fingers on the keys going down twice then back up hitting each key four times at twice the speed, repeat the beginning sequence. �Voila,� I said. �Hot cross buns.�

This garnered a smile from her. A smile!

�You go ahead and practice. I have a few more things to do, and then we�ll go out.� Once the door to my office closed I could hear her working on the song. She didn�t do half bad.

When I finished with my tasks she was still there.

�You want to play for me?� I inquired.

She nodded and set to work. Unlike most beginners, who generally play the eighth notes slower than the speed of the song, Nora had it figured out correctly, playing them at the proper tempo.

�That was fabulous!� I told her. �Do it again, and don�t pay any attention to what I�m doing. Okay?�

There was a confused frown on her face, but she nodded.

As she began to play I added a chordal support in the bass. We weren�t Ferrante and Teicher, but it sounded decent. She was pleased and her smile returned, if only for a moment.

So, I would have to search around for an instructor and have it tuned. I generally have it tuned every six months, but I�d have it done again before she began. A plan was starting to come together for raising her even though I hadn�t yet gained the right. The whole idea gave me a thrill. Shaping a human destiny was exciting. There were so many things I wanted to show her, so many places I wanted to take her. Hopefully I wasn�t putting the cart before the horse, but Mack seemed convinced there would not be a problem.

The time was drawing near for our appointment at Chez Jacques, but there was an errand we needed to run first.

I told Nora to change into something nice. When she returned, she wore a pale yellow flowered print dress with an orange band around the bottom edge. It was a little on the short side, but that was the fad.

The limo was called and we headed out to find clothes for her to wear to the hearing. The shop we went to specialized in high end girl�s clothing. She picked out a couple of dresses to try on and I helped decide which we would take. The result was a royal blue dress with puffed sleeves at the shoulders and a white, button down, lace frilled bodice, and blue velvet tie around the waist. The thought of nylons occurred to me, but I was afraid that might be a bit inappropriate.

The next stop was Chez Jacques. Jack met us at the door. When he saw who his customer was he beamed in delight and went into his act.

�Ah, Monsieur Braydon, right on time as usual. And who do we have here?� The accent was a little over the top, as were the effeminate mannerisms, but it worked for Jack.

�This is Nora. She will be staying with me for a while, and with any luck it will be permanent.�

�Ah, oui! C�est magnifique! What can we do for mademoiselle?�

Nora gave me a side long look that basically said, �This guy talks funny.�

I grinned back at her.

�We would like the works; hair, manicure, pedicure. Just be gentle. She�s led a tough life,� I told him on the sly.

�Fantastique! I know just the girls to take the very best care of her,� he told us. �Michelle! Ramona! Katerina!�

Three women assembled before him and he introduced Nora to them. They were already familiar with me.

I told Nora to go with them that they were going to wash and dry her hair, and work on her nails. She looked a little skittish, but I assured her they would treat her well and I would be near. The ladies got the idea she was nervous and all three went to extreme lengths to make her feel at ease.

They seated her in a chair and leaned it back, positioning her neck in the scoop for washing her hair. I could tell she was still jumpy, but once Michelle started wetting her hair she relaxed.

With her head suspended over the sink, her legs spread slightly, her skirt had ridden up in front and I could see her choice of panties was yellow like the dress. A quick glance at Jack told me saw it, also. Jack was about as gay as he was French, but he seemed to think that was something his customers expected. He quickly diverted his gaze when he saw me look his way.

Her hair was washed, rinsed, and squeezed dry enough for Jacques to style. For as fake as he was with his business fa�ade, he was a phenomenal stylist. Numerous stars, singers, and filthy rich debutantes came there for his artistry, and none complained about the exorbitant prices he charged.

When he was finished, Michelle rinsed Nora�s hair again with water, cr�me rinse, and more water. Then it was blow dried. When it was done her bangs sat lightly on her forehead. The sides dropped down and gradually elongated to the rounded back. It was layered and perfectly framed her face, highlighting her cheekbones and bringing out the depth and beauty of her eyes.

He turned the chair around so she could get a good look in the mirror, holding up a smaller hand mirror to allow her to see the back. Nora smiled, for the third time that day. Perhaps she was beginning to come around.

�Does mademoiselle approve?�

She nodded energetically.

I won�t say it made her prettier. She was already an extremely beautiful child, but it gave her a whole new aura of attractiveness, and I could tell, added confidence to her psyche.

While the ladies worked on her nails. A grimace occasionally rippled across her face, but she did not complain.

This gave me the opportunity to tell Jack the story of finding her and my decision to adopt her. He wished me good luck, and that he hoped this would be only the first of many visits she would pay Chez Jacques; always the businessman.

After the pedicure was finished he asked what her favorite color was. I told him I believed it was orange.

�Oh! Oo-la-la! I have just the perfect shade for her toes. This is a deep metallic orange with actual flecks of gold dust in it,� Jack said emphatically.

�And probably very expensive,� I grinned.

�Oui, it is, but I know you would not wish to scrimp on such a lovely little gem,� he continued his sales pitch.

�You�re right, as always, Jack. Go for it.�

He smiled. I was sure I�d just taken another butt-fucking.

�But, I have one request when it comes to her fingernails,� I told him.

He looked me warily. This time I smiled. One butt-fucking deserves another.

I produced a set of false nails from my pocket. These were the extra purchase I had made at the Disney Store; a set decorated with the characters from the �Frozen� movie.

Jack took one look and placed his hand over his heart, drawing in a deep gasp. �Oh! Horreux! You will cause me such scandal.�

�Okay. Well, maybe we should decide on a different toe nail polish as well,� I gibed him.

�But, for you, Monsieur Braydon, anything,� he quickly amended.

Once all the attentions were completed, Nora couldn�t stop admiring her hair and nails. I think she was most pleased about the false nails.

As we readied to leave I told Jack, �Bill me, and make sure you include a handsome gratuity for each of the girls.�

�As you wish. Mademoiselle Nora,� he said just before we left, �enchante.� Then he kissed her hand.

She didn�t quite know what to think of that, but she did mutter, �Thank you.�

We stopped at a restaurant for supper. I wanted to give Nora the chance to show off her new style.

Back at home, after brushing her teeth and washing up she came to me from the bedroom, naked as usual to curl up on my lap. This was my favorite time of the day. I got to hold my naked little Venus.

Though I took advantage of the occasion to caress her all over, it was more than simply sexual. It was ethereal. We bonded in an accord that spoke of her trust in me and my desire to keep her safe.

As we sat there I told her that nails and polish would not last forever, but there were always more where they came from. I didn�t want her to be disappointed when they began to chip or peel off. She had already experienced enough disappointment. Her reply was a soft kiss to my cheek.

The time was approaching when she would normally slide from my lap and lead me to the bedroom. I felt I had better let her know my thoughts.

�Listen, hon, I know about how you take me into the bedroom and the things we do there, which, believe me, I love, but maybe we should not do any of those things for the next couple of days. Your doctor�s appointment is coming up and we don�t want things to look too current,� I explained. �Do you understand?�

She nodded, and, though I felt disappointed that we wouldn�t be partaking of our nightly pleasures, I felt it was the safest course of action. I was certain the gynecologist would easily determine she had been sexually used; I didn�t want him to be able to figure out how recently.

Still, she slid from my lap and grabbed my hand, Scott the bear was under her other arm, and pulled me toward the room. Once inside, she began to pull off my tee shirt. I was confused and started to ask, �I thought we weren�t going to do anything for the next few��

She put a hand on her hip that was thrust to the side and a finger to my lips which announced as plainly as if she had spoken, �Just shut up.�

Her wish was my command. I stood silently as she tugged my shirt over my head. Then she pulled my shorts to the ground and I stepped out of them. It wasn�t clear to me what she had planned, but my resistance was virtually non-existent.

Nora dragged me to the bed and made it clear I was to lie down. She lay beside me and started rubbing my cock. It took only a few seconds before I was hard. Her hand wrapped around it and she began to stroke. In a moment she changed positions, straddling my legs, with her legs tucked behind her. It felt heavenly. The even movements were slow and delightful.

Surprise etched my face when she hopped off and disappeared into the bathroom. When she emerged she held a towel and a bottle of hand lotion. The towel was laid beside me. The lotion she squirted on my penis.

I wriggled and said, �Ooo, that�s cold.�

She giggled a bit.

Next she encircled my dick with her hands, both of them. A circular motion stroking up and down, with hands going in different directions put me in heaven. This was an immensely talented nine year old, I thought to myself. This is MY immensely talented nine year old. I�d never felt anything so delicious in my life. The head of my cock was becoming so sensitized I could barely stand it, but I wouldn�t have had her stop for the world.

Slow and methodical was the way she worked. At one point she stopped and used the tips of her fingers on just the head. I squirmed. That seemed to encourage her. She would pull the fingers of one hand up and over the tip, replacing them with those of the other hand. It was a continual agonizing ecstasy that was driving me crazy.

Four or five too long, while at the same time being too short, minutes she repeated this effort before squeezing more lotion into her hand and directing her attentions back to the shaft. With her index finger touching the tip of her thumb to form a circle she slid her hand down its length, followed by the other hand in the same motion. It got quicker and quicker until she was pounding my dick like a piston in a cylinder.

I couldn�t lie still. My hips rocked back and forth as much as they could with her still on my legs. She stopped suddenly. One hand squeezed it tightly. I gasped. The sensations changed so drastically, so quickly I didn�t know how to react. It was uncomfortable, but it fit with the act. I can�t say I didn�t like it.

When she released me she placed the tips of her thumbs and two fingers on either side and drew them softly the length of it and back.

What was this girl doing to me? Whatever it was I didn�t want it to end.

With a little more lotion in her hand she began a steady rhythmic stroke that caused the juices to build. The tempo increased and I knew the end was near. I wanted to put it off, but I couldn�t. At the same time I was searching for that release that would allow my tortured body to rid itself of pent up energy, the energy she had artfully brought to a peak.

Just before I came she cupped her left hand over the tip of my cock, her fingers gripped the head.

When the cum jetted from my cock I couldn�t hold back a gasp and a moan. I could sense my sperm collecting in her hand and seeping through her fingers.

She knew how to torture me, to get the highest sensitivity from the act. I wondered if Mallette had taught her everything. If so, he used her more often than I would have expected. If not, she was very intuitive.

Nora picked up the towel and deposited the goo from her hand. Next she disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of water running told me she was washing up. When she returned she had a wet, warm washcloth which she used to cleanse my member. The head was still extremely sensitive. I twitched and squirmed as she ran the soft terry cloth over it. It is my contention that she did this to torment me even after the fact. I didn�t complain. As a matter of fact I was getting accustomed to it, enjoying it. More than that, I relished it.

I wished I could reciprocate. �When the doctor�s exam is over I�ll make it up to you big time,� I said.

She smiled. Her smiles were coming more frequently.

She understood my meaning.

THE END - Chapter 4