(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 2.

 

The more I though about Sophie, the more it became clear to me that two weeks was way too long to wait. I had to see her before. The solution was obvious but could affect my exams. I was in a terrible dilemma for a couple of days: studying at the library or being with Sophie. In the end, Sophie made the choice for me. I ran into her on the stairs four days later. She stopped briefly.

"Can't you skip the library on Tuesday?" She looked up at me with pleasing eyes. "Please."

That did it. "I will be home at one o'clock," I heard myself say.

Sophie smiled elated, her eyes shining. She pulled my ear down to her mouth.

"Remember to have some condoms," she whispered in my ear before she rapidly let go again. She was blushing but looked very happy, a little proud maybe.

"I will, but don't feel you have to," I said. Part of me didn't mean it, I'm sure, but no matter what, I was going to behave sensible and responsible. She was a big girl now, legal and all, but I was the one with the experience.

Sophie hurried down to her parents, whom I'd seen outside, waiting for her. I went up to my flat in a daze. This was going to be the longest three days ever. It wasn't just because I was going to have sex with Sophie, it was a different kind of anxiousness. I'd known her for almost thee years and suddenly I saw a completely different Sophie, not a adolescent child but a lovely, young girl.

Finally the day arrived. I hurried home from school and was at my flat at five to three. Sophie would be home from school at tree, maybe five past. Normally, I'd be home a little later and she would wait for me behind her door, looking through the door spy, but today it was my turn to stand there and stare through the little hole. For a moment I feared that she wouldn't' show up, that something had kept her from coming, but then heard her footsteps on the stairs and opened the door.

Sophie almost pushed me over as she threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. I pushed the door closed behind us and once we had complete privacy, we kissed each other deeply. Not for long though. Sophie broke the kiss and pulled me through the living room to the bedroom.

"I've been dreaming about this since I left. I don't think I can wait much longer," she said, hoarsely. Then she giggled shyly and looked down. "That's not the way a nice girl behaves, is it?"

I was about to say that I didn't give a damn, but I kind of liked that she knew what she wanted.

"You are a nice girl and I love you like just the way you are."

I pulled her close to me and began to tug up her dress. She began to unbutton my shirt, which made everything rather complicated. Laughing, we agreed to take one piece off the other at a time. Sophie got the courtesy of going first and she quickly removed my shirt. Just as quickly I pulled her dress over her head.

"It's not exactly sexy underwear," Sophie excused herself, clearly embarrassed by her training bra.

"You're sexy."

More shy giggling as she opened my jeans. I couldn't hide my excitement, once the tight jeans were off. I removed her woollen leggings, revealing a pair of little girl print, cotton panties. Sophie blushed embarrassed. Quickly, she knelt in front on me to remove my boxer shorts. When my cock was free, it stood straight out from my groin and Sophie stopped pulling my shorts and stared. Tentatively, she reached out and brushed her hand over it. Then she remembered what she was doing and pulled my shorts and socks off.

I stood naked in front of Sophie. Her eyes were all over me but particularly on my cock. I reached out and pulled her bra off over her head. She willingly raised her arms. It was hard to keep my hands off her lovely breasts, but she still had her panties on. I knelt in front of her and pulled her panties down and off along with her socks. The downy hair on her pussy was just as blond as the rest of her hair. I'd never seen a girl with pubic hair like hers.

The scent of her arousal was so sweet, but I didn't get time to get any closer. Sophie jumped onto my bed and laid down on her back. I swiftly joined her, lying very close to her on my side. I had a single bed and even though it was wide, it was still a single bed. I badly wanted a bigger bed but I couldn't afford it and if I could, I wouldn't be able to fit anything but a double bed into the room, leaving me with the rest of the furniture in the living room.

I traced her face with a finger, from her brow, down over her nose to her lips. Sophie gave my finger a kiss before it drifted down over her chin and neck to her breasts. Her nipples grew hard as soon as my finger began to trace them. When they were both hard, I moved on, only stopping to tease her bellybutton. Sophie was lying still but so far, she seemed relaxed. Her breathing was a little faster, however, after I'd traced her nipples.

She jerked, just as my finger touched her soft pubic hair.

"Scared?" I whispered.

"No, it just tickled . . . well, yes, a little," she admitted.

"We don't have to do it, you know, go all the way."

"No, I want to. I really do," she assured me.

"It might hurt the first time," I cautioned her, feeling very mature nad considerate.

"No, it's . . . I've . . . " she stuttered and blushed again.

"I understand. You don't have to explain." I whispered. My finger had reached her lips and brushed over them lightly. In a way, it was both a disappointment and a relief that her cherry was gone. I'd never been with a virgin and I actually didn't know how much it hurt. Some girls said it was really bad and others that they'd hardy noticed. I wouldn't want to hurt Sophie. And it didn't really mean a thing if she had her cherry or not.

Sophie tried to spread her legs, but she was stuck between the wall and me. I got up on my hands and knees and crawled between her legs.

"Aren't you going to put a condom on?" Sophie asked, anxiously.

"I think it's a little too early for that. It will be over much too fast and you'll probably be disappointed. Let's just go slow. I won't do anyhting dangerous."

She relaxed and spread her legs. We just lay there with me on top for a while, kissing. It was so wonderful to feel her hot body against mine. I hadn't felt anything like this since the first time I was with a girl. The first time, it was over much too soon; this time, I knew more about what to do to make us both feel good.

I broke the kiss and began to move down again, kissing my way along the same trail my finger had travelled, taking a lot of time sucking her nipples. Sophie began to moan a little and grind her crotch against me. I could have spent all afternoon, sucking on her lovely breasts, but she was grinding against me with rapidly increasing intensity, so I skipped her stomach and moved down to her pussy. She didn't question what I was doing, more like she was urging me to do it; pushing herself impatiently closer to my face, almost pushing my off the edge of the bed.

I don't know what I had expected her reaction to be, but as soon as I buried my nose in her pubic hair and let my tongue slide in between her lips, she lost all inhibition. She grabbed my head with both hands and pressed me against her crotch. I was a little surprised I guess but I didn't give it much thought. It was just so exciting the way she responded. I did everything I could to drive her up the walls. I tried the best I could to tease her and she did the best she could to make me get straight to the point, keeping my mouth, tongue and head pinned on the point of joy with her thighs and hands. We both won; me, driving her crazy before I set in the final attach and Sophie, seemingly having a great orgasm.

I sat up between her legs and reached over to the drawer for a condom. Sophie looked at me putting it on, but her eyes looked glazed and slightly unfocused. She looked so satisfied, yet there was still curiosity and anticipation in the way she followed the process of putting on the condom.

"I'm ready," she whispered, before I asked her. She spread her legs as wide as she could and invited me in with her arms. I lowered myself, guiding my cock into the right position, rubbing against her pussy a couple of times to make it wet. Sophie wiggled her hips impatiently until she felt the head settle in the right spot. She tensed, biting her lip and looked at me with shining eyes. I couldn't detect any fear in her eyes, just anticipation.

Slowly, I entered her a little bit at a time, pulling back and going in deeper until I felt our pubic bones meet. Then I stopped and Sophie sighed deeply.

"Are you OK," I asked. I really don't know why I asked. Her facial expression told me everything I wanted to know: Happiness and pleasure.

"Yesss," Sophie exhaled and rotated her hips a little. "It feels good."

We began to move, slowly. I was resting on my elbows and I enjoyed both the tight, warm pressure around my cock and the expression on Sophie's face. She was hot and flushed and her skin had a special soft look, a little like it was swollen. Her eyes was half closed, her mouth half open and she looked concentrated. I was very excited myself and I focused as much as possible on Sophie's reaction to distract myself. This was just too good to end just now.

Pretty soon, I found that my efforts were somewhat in vain. I wasn't in control of things. Sophie took over control. She pulled up her legs and crossed them behind my back. I was pushed deeper into her, as deep as I possibly could get. She had me trapped and as she increased the speed, I could only follow. I didn't have the stamina to protest; it just felt too good. But I did my best to hold back and make it last.

We moved faster and faster, long fast strokes, her legs pushing me deep into her and me then pulling almost out. Sophie's moans had turned into whimpering cries and they mixed with the sound of our bodies slapping together. If Sophie's parents had been home and heard it through the thin walls, they would probably think I was spanking the poor girl.

With a last, rigid thrust, I exploded deep inside her. We held each other very tight until my orgasm had subsided. We still had plenty of time and lay in the afterglow for a long time. At one point I had to pull out and get rid of the condom. Again, Sophie watched curiously. She went to the bathroom and then I went and then we lay down again.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Wonderful. Exhausted and maybe a little sore, but that doesn't matter."

She snuggled up close to me, putting her head on my chest and her leg over my hips. "You know, I only wish we could see each other every day, like Nina and her boyfriend."

"Nina's got a boyfriend?"

"All the other girls have boyfriends."

"Bur Nina? She so shy. She blushes when I look at her."

"The boy's think it's really cute. Nina is really wild. Most of the other girls started dating when we were fourteen. She was one of the first to, you know, loose her cherry and she'd done all kind of things."

"So, that's what you girls talk about," I teased her.

"No! I mean - well sometimes." Sophie looked thoughtful. "I've been really jealous of her, but now I also have a boyfriend."

"You've had that all along."

"You know what I mean!" Sophie said and beat me demonstratively on the chest with her fist.

"Auu! Yes, I sorry, I'm give up."

"You're not serious," Sophie complained. "There's no way we can see each other until next week, is there?'

"Not unless you can find a way to get in here after seven."

She didn't reply. We lay in silence for some time. In two months time, I'd be taking my final exams. Sophie would finish school and start her summer holidays, but she would go on vacation with her parents the first two weeks. I'd already started looking for a job. My grades were good and I had a couple of good options. If I was sure I'd get one of them, I might be able to skip my old job and take a fortnight off. Then we could be together every day, except for the weekends. The bad news was than when Sophie got back from her vacation, I'd be working full time and we would get very few chances to see each other. That is, unless she found a way to get away from home.

"I wanna be with you," Sophie said, interrupting my thoughs.

"So do I."

I didn't want to explain my thoughts to her. I didn't even want to think about it. It was a little sad to say goodbye that afternoon. I felt really sorry for Sophie, not so much because we'd have to wait a whole week, but it suddenly dawned on me now that she'd probably waited for me like that for years. How could she be so patient and obedient towards her parents? Why didn't she rebel?

 

 

To be continued.
henlar
Chapter 3