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 (c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001





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   This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

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

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

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   The Neighbour's daughter.  Chapter 3.

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

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

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

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

   "Come on."

   "You've got something up your sleeve."

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

   "I thought you'd never ask."

   I began to pull the long dress off very slowly.

   "It's like unwrapping a gift."

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

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

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

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

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

   "Grrrr, but I will eat you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   I thought about it for a moment.

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

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

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

   - - -

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

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

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

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

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

   Sophie was quiet for a moment.

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

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

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

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

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

   Sophie looked away, bashful.

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

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

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

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

   "Not as pretty as you."

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

   "Yes, I guess I do."

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

   She caught me completely by surprise.

   "I uhh . . .  I . . ."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Now?" Sophie asked, very enthusiastically.

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

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

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

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

   "It smells of soap," she giggled nervously.

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

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

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

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

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


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

   "That feels so good," I said.

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

   After a minute or so, she stopped.

   "Am I doing it right?"

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

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

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

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



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

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

   "So, how did you do?"

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

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

   "Great.  I did really well too."

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

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

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

   To be continued.



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