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   This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

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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
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   The Neighbour's daughter.  Chapter 5.



   My parents were a bit surprised that I wanted to stay in my flat instead
of being spoiled at home, but I told them I wanted to relax and clean up,
before I came home the last week before I was going to start in my new job.
I hadn't told them about Sophie.  It seemed too complex to be easily
explained.  I did go home on the weekend to celebrate.  I'd told them I'd
skipped my old job and, on Sunday, just before I was going back, mum pulled
me aside and gave me some extra money.  Dad drove me to the station and
just before he went back, he too gave me a little money, "to spoil myself
while I clean up".  In all, it made up for the missing paycheck, almost.

   Sunday evening was lonely.  Mts.  Larsen was not feeling too well and
preferred to be alone and I didn't feel like going out.  I found myself
with nothing to do, no homework, no books to study, nothing.  Even the
telly was boring.  I began to think about the two weeks ahead of me, two
whole weeks with Sophie.  I though about how much I liked Sophie -- loved
her, actually.  I thought about how our relationship had developed over the
past three, almost 4 years.  How much she'd grown.  The more I thought
about Sophie, the more that one little thing that had been bothering me
about her became present in my mind.

   It was nothing, really, just a hunch.  I first noticed when we kissed
the first time.  It was only natural that Sophie was curious about boys and
sex.  She'd learned about sex in school and Nina had provided her with
intimate details of her adventures for a long time.  The fact that her
parents were very strict couldn't keep her from being curious about it. 
But when we kissed the first time, it was as if she'd tried it before.  Not
that it mattered much, but it gave me the nagging feeling that there was
something she hadn't told me.

   I got the same impression when I went down on her the first time.  She
didn't react at all as I had expected.  I'd gone down on two girls before,
both of whom had never tried it before and their reaction had been quite
different.  Of course, Nina could have told her so much about it that she
knew what it would be like, but I wasn't really sure.  I had the same
feeling when we made love the first time.  The only thing that had her
concerned was that I remembered the condom almost before we got started. 
It was more or less the only sign of inexperience she had shown.

   She was so at ease with being with me and that puzzled me.  Usually, I
put it down to Nina and all the things she probably told Sophie, but
sometimes, I wondered if she'd been seeing somebody, apart from Nina, after
school and still was.  In a way I could understand if she did.  I mean, she
had a healthy appetite for sex and so did I.  If I hadn't been so busy with
my studies, I might have felt the need to see somebody else, too.  After
all, we only saw each other once a week, tops.

   It wasn't something that had bothered me much until later.  First of
all, because I'd found that I cared a lot more about Sophie than I had for
any other girl.  I hoped that she felt the same way about me and the
thought that she had somebody else was unpleasant.  Secondly, Sophie
sometimes acted as if there was something she wanted to tell me but she
always seemed to lose her nerve.

   Finally, I pushed it aside, promising myself that I'd have to ask what
it was she wanted to tell me.  My parents had always told me that, if there
was something bothering me, it was better to get it over and with and tell
it as it was, instead of carrying it around.  It wasn't always easy but I'd
learned over the years that they were right about it, in the long run.



   Monday morning and everything was forgotten.  It was so relaxed and
wonderful.  It rained all day and the air was warm and humid.  Sophie
knocked on my door less than fifteen minutes after her parents had gone to
work, at eight o'clock.  I was expecting her and had been up since seven,
going to the baker for fresh bread.  Sophie had only showered and put on a
long dress.  We ate breakfast together and generally relaxed.

   We made love, very slowly and tenderly.  For the first time, we didn't
have to hurry.  We had eight hours to ourselves, and after breakfast we
laid out my duvet, some pillows, and blankets on the living room floor.  We
had more room and freedom to move around as we pleased that way.  We took
turns, bringing each other so close and then stopping, because we had time,
plenty of time.  After two hours, Sophie's pussy was swollen and had a deep
red glow.  Her clit was so sensitive that I could hardly touch it.  My cock
was also hurting but neither of us would give in and end it.

   After another hour, Sophie's nipples were as sore as her clit and we
finally agree to put an end to it.  Sophie helped me put the condom on and
straddled me.  She just let herself slide down on my cock, sitting straight
up.  I was so deep in her that I could feel her cervix tickling the tip of
my cock.  She rocked back and forth with increasing intensity.  I'd feared
that I'd explode the second she impaled herself on me, but it was as if my
cock was numb.  The condom helped too, I guess.

   Sophie rubbed herself against me until she came and then stopped and got
off.  Her clit couldn't take anymore.  Instead, she got down on her hands
and knees.  I loved that.  Sophie was irresistibly sexy in that position.
Her curves showed so beautifully and she looked so inviting.  I could see
every move and how my cock stretched her.  The only bad thing about it was
that I never lasted long in this position and this time was no different.

   We had built up an appetite and I prepared lunch for us.  While we were
eating, I suddenly heard a phone ring.

   "Sophie, is that your phone?"

   "Oh God, it might be mum."

   The look on Sophie's face was sheer panic, when she noticed the second
ring.  She flew up and rushed to the door, then remembered that she had
left her key in the living room and rushed back and to get it.  The phone
rang the third time.  I heard the fourth ring while she fumbled with the
key in the lock.  I prayed that she would make it or that it would be
somebody who'd dial a wrong number.

   It took a couple of minutes before Sophie was back.  She's made it and
it was her mum.

   "I told her I was in the bathroom when she called, and she bought it,"
Sophie smiled, relieved.

   "I hadn't thought about that.  She never calls you, does she?  I mean,
before, in the afternoon."

   "No, usually not.  She can't get to a phone in the afternoon.  It's her
lunch break now.  She didn't really want anything."

   "So, do you think she suspects anything?" I asked.

   "No.  I think she thought I was bored.  She knows Nina's got a job and
will be working almost all summer long."

   "Can't even use Nina as an excuse."

   "Nina's coming around tonight and she has Thursday off.  Will it be ok
if she joins us Thursday?  I know she wants to.  She likes you, you know,"
Sophie added with a cheeky smile.

   "No sweat.  We have lots of time," I answered.

   And then it was there again.  The feeling that Sophie had something she
wanted to tell me, but she only just opened her mouth, then stopped and
looked away.  I had to know.

   "Sophie, I know that there's something you've been trying to tell me. 
Something is nagging you, and it is beginning to nag me too.  Please tell
me what it is."

   "I," Sophie started but trailed off again.

   I waited a moment while Sophie looked away, biting her lower lip.

   "Please tell me, Sophie.  I know it's bothering you.  We've got to be
honest with each other, if we're going to be together." I hesitated for a
moment.  "I love you, Sophie."

   "She took a deep breath.  "I . . .  I don't know how to say it.  It's .
. ."

   "Just take all the time you need to explain.  Start from the beginning,"
I coaxed her.

   "It's . . .  about Nina," She finally said.  "She . . .  you know she's
told me a lot about boys and things like that and . . .  I couldn't really
do anything.  I never went to parties.  When Nina could come over after
school, we talked a lot about it, I mean, there was nobody there to, you
know, disturb us.  And one day, Nina wanted to show me how to . . .  kiss."

   The last word was just whispered.  Sophie was embarrassed and it was
hard for her to get it out.  I was beginning to get an idea about where
this was leading, but I didn't say anything.  I was probably wrong about
another boy, but I could be wrong again.  It was better just to give her
time.

   "It was kind of awkward at first, you know, to kiss a girl but it felt
good and Nina show me how a boy would . . .  feel me up, you know, while
kissing.  It was . . .  it felt so good and with all the things she'd told
me, I got really hot.  I was so ashamed but Nina told me it was ok.  You
know, Nina says that you should try everything at least one time, to see if
you like it."

   "My mum always told me that, too, but that was usually at dinnertime and
I think she was talking about food," I said to ease the mood a little. 
Sophie smiled a weak smile but it didn't make her relax.

   "The next day, we talked about it and Nina asked if I'd," Sophie
hesitated.  She blushed fiercely.  "She asked if I'd touched myself, after
she'd gone home.  I was so embarrassed.  It's not something you talk about,
but Nina says it is.  So I told her that I . . .  had but I . . .  didn't
know how to get there, you know, come."

   She was still looking down, very embarrassed.  "I'm used to talking
about it now, with Nina, but it feels . . .  difficult telling you."

   "It's ok.  You don't have to be ashamed.  It's ok to talk about it," I
reassured her, even though I probably would find it extremely embarrassing
to tell anybody that I masturbated.  I know we all do, but I certainly also
knew what Sophie was feeling, talking about it.

   "Do boys also talk about these things?"

   "Eh, we also talk about sex but maybe in a different way," I said,
cowardly avoiding the central point in her question but it seemed to make
Sophie relax a little.  "Go on," I added.

   "I told Nina that I couldn't, you know, and she asked me if I wanted her
to show me.  I was so embarrassed, but I was also so hot, so I said yes. 
We sat in front of each other on my bed and she explained how she did it.
It was strange to sit like that with no clothes on and look at her pussy.
It's so much easier for Nina.  She just does that kind of thing.  Anyway,
she showed me and I tried to do it like her and it felt good - I couldn't,
you know, come, In front of her, I just couldn't."

   She'd overcome her initial shyness and it seemed to be easier for her to
talk about it now.  Had it been a boy she was talking about, I would
probably have been jealous but, hearing about the two girls, made me
excited instead.  The image that formed in my mind of the girls sitting in
front of each other and masturbating was very exiting.

   "Nina got pretty hot too and she asked me if I wanted her to show me
what it felt like if . . .  if somebody touched me.  I was really hot and
it seemed so natural for Nina, so she began to touch me.  It felt so much
better than when I did it myself.  Nina kissed me and touched my tits too
and it suddenly felt awfully good."

   Sophie giggled nervously, but she giggled.  "I was so embarrassed, but
Nina just asked me if it felt good, and I had to admit that it did, and she
just said that it was ok then.  And she was right."

   She looked at me, kind of looking for approval I guess.  I nodded.  I
was too excited to speak.

   "Nina was really hot and I . . .  I felt I owed her, you know.  I guess
I was curious too.  I think Nina's really pretty and all.  Not like a boy
but still . . .  I asked her if she wanted me to do the same for her and
she did."

   Sophie took a deep breath and looked anxiously at me.  I smiled
reassuringly at her, still unsure of my voice.

   "We began doing it almost every afternoon.  Nina showed me other ways to
do it, you know," she giggled, less nervous this time.  I guess I was still
smiling kind of silly.

   "It was good with Nina but I still wanted you," Sophie continued.  "But
you didn't see me, you know, like that.  I mean, you talked to me like a
grownup and all that but you didn't notice me, when I tried to . . .  you
know.  Then Nina came up with the idea that I could borrow some of her
clothes.  I didn't dare, because I was afraid that mum would find them, so
I came up with the idea of asking you if I could try some of yours on. 
Nina said I should leave the door open while I changed or something like
that but I forgot.  I could see that you'd noticed me but you still didn't
do anything.  I don't know where I got the courage to ask you about my
tits. Nina has such nice tits.  I wish I had too."

   "You have wonderful tits," I interrupted her.

   She blushed and smiled.

   "Did you really plan how to make me take the bait?" I asked.

   "Yes," Sophie giggled.  "It was so embarrassing when I tied the knot so
tight.  I thought I was going to die."

   Even though we'd been making love all morning and I was sure I was
completely spent, my jeans were getting very tight.  Sophie waited for me
to say something.  I didn't know what to say.  I'd feared that she'd been
seeing somebody else, another man, and in a way she had, but it was Nina
and that was different.  I'd grown up in a society where it was
unimaginable that two women would live together like lovers.  Sure, I'd
seen pictures with two women in my brother's girlie magazines, but that was
different.  Women were allowed to do that kind of things.  Two girls could
dance with each other at parties and nobody would be bothered about it. 
Women were allowed to be intimate with each other.  Nina wasn't a threat at
all; it was just exciting.  I cleared my throat the best I could.

   "I knew that Nina had told you about sex, but I'd never imagined that
she'd shown you," I said.

   "Nina says it's ok.  Do you think it's wrong?" Sophie anxiously asked.

   "No.  I was afraid that you were seeing another man," I couldn't help
laughing a little.  "And you were afraid that I'd be having sex with Nina
instead of teaching her math."

   "No, I wasn't really afraid of that.  I mean, I'm not really in a
position to complain, am I?  I was afraid that Nina would tell you about
what we were doing before I had a chance.  I meant to tell you before but I
was afraid you'd be mad at me.  Nina sometimes talks before she thinks and
she could have said something."

   "Oh!  Well she didn't and I'm not mad at you.  Actually," I smiled at
her," I find it quite exciting."

   "You do?  Nina said that you would.  She says all men do."

   "Nina says a lot of things," I said and I looked very serious at her
before I continued.  I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help teasing
her a little.  "Are you still doing it with Nina?"

   Sophie nodded reluctantly.

   "I am jealous," I said and deliberately paused to tease her.  She looked
terrified.  I quickly continued.  "I've never seen a girl masturbate."

   Sophie looked relieved.  She hesitated for a moment.

   "I can show you, if you want."

   Even though I found the idea very exciting, it was only meant as a joke.

   "No, when I'm with you, I want to be the one that makes you come. 
That's probably why I've never seen a girl masturbate."

   "Have you seen a boy do it?" Sophie asked.

   "No, none except myself."

   We sat in silence for a moment.  Then Sophie cuddled up close to me on
the sofa and hugged me.

   "I'm so glad you didn't get mad at me," she said.( She noticed my
predicament and put her hand on my erection.  "Is that just because I told
you about Nina and me?"

   "Yes."

   "Do you think Nina is pretty?"

   "Yes," I said and hastily added, "not as pretty as you.  You are so
sexy."

   Sophie blushed.  "But you like her, don't you?"

   "I like her.  I love you.  There is a great difference."

   Sophie was still rubbing me through my pants.  She looked very
thoughtful.  Then she began to undo my jeans.

   "Nina says she can get it all into her mouth and throat," Sophie said
and looked up at me.  "Do you think it's true?"

   Sophie had pulled my cock out and was stroking it lightly.  It was very
distracting.

   "Some girls can, I think."

   "She says that it's all about controlling your gag reflex.  I've tried
with a finger and I can almost do it without gagging, but this is much
bigger," she said and looked down at my cock.

   I found it hard to believe that anybody really could do it, but I didn't
get much time to think about it.  Sophie's lips closed around my cock and
slowly she took it into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat.  I
could feel her trying to put a little more pressure on, but then she gagged
and stopped.

   "No, I can't do it," she said and stared at my cock again.  "It's too
big."

   "I don't care," I said and got up.  "Come on, take your clothes off."

   Sophie obliged, smiling happily.  We hurried into the bedroom and spent
the rest of the afternoon there.





   To be continued.





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