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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 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.



   To be continued.





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