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"Uh," I continued in my groggiest sounding voice, "who's this?"

"It's us," the voice said and I recognized it as one of the women
I'd worked with at my last job, "here to congratulate you!"

"Give me a minute to get down there," I said and hung up the
phone. I unmade my bed quickly and pulled off my pants and shirt
that I'd worn and slept in last night, pulling on a pair of
pajama bottoms that I found in the hamper and putting my robe on.
"Sophia," I muttered. I hurried down the hall and to my mingled
feelings of joy and disappointment, she hadn't moved an inch. She
still lay naked on her bed, the now brighter light of the day
bringing her soft body into view as I entered the room. I wanted
to return to bed with her and finish where I was about to get
started but I had to say the words I didn't want to. "You have to
get dressed," I said and Sophia could feel the unhappiness in my
voice as I said this. I had worked so hard to get this far with
her, I'd eaten her little cunt the previous night, slept with her
naked body in her bed and was about to treat her and myself to
another pussy licking when we were interrupted. "Some old friends
of mine are here," I continued, "and I have to go let them in."
She frowned, her lips comically pouting, but she nodded. "And
please clean up your clothes a little too, they might want a look
at the house." She nodded again and I saw her stand as I turned
to leave the room. Her adorable little ass was looking at me, the
silken skin almost begging me to stay in bed with her and finish
what we'd started. She went into her dresser, found a nightshirt
and pulled it over her head. What I'd worked so damn hard to see
disappeared behind the blue cotton. Where I had looked seconds
before and seen the seven year old girl's naked body, a blonde
Cinderella now stared back at me. Sophia busied herself with her
clothes and I tore my eyes from her body and went downstairs.

I turned the alarm off and opened the door. I'd never been less
happy to see a group of people in my life. They chortled at the
look on my face. "Woke you up, did we?" was the line as they came
into my house. There were five of them, two men and three women.
They were expressing their surprise at how I had adopted a child.
Their ignorance to the hour that they were coming into my house
was baffling. While they might be used to waking up early on
weekends and being chipper, I wasn't. They were bewildered that I
didn't have coffee on or have any breakfast. The women clucked
about Sophia and were dying to meet her. After a few minutes,
coffee was made and I was struggling to get my head out of where
it had started this morning. I was having a hard time keeping up
with the conversation around me, they were all just so fucking
excited about this and it was the last thing I'd ever expected.
I'd not told them, how did they find out? I was thinking about
this when I heard her soft footsteps on the stairs. I turned just
as a ray of sunlight broke through the window by the kitchen
table and Sophia stepped into it. She looked like an angel.

The women cooed and surrounded her. She looked up at them,
bemused at their enthusiasm about her appearance downstairs but
gave them a fleeting smile and went into the refrigerator,
pulling out the orange juice. The room was still silent, all
conversation having been broken off when she entered as though
she was going to reprimand everyone for being in the house.
Considering what she and I had been doing when these people had
called, she just might, I thought to myself and a smile curved
over my face. I introduced her to everyone and she played along.
She was on her very best behavior while they were all there, and
they were there for a few hours. They weren't taking any of the
hints I was laying out that maybe it was time for them to go. My
uninvited, unwanted guests seemed to be putting down roots to
stay for a while. That it was a Saturday and we might have plans
of our own didn't dawn on any of these people. They started to
drain coffee mugs and glasses of orange juice as the morning grew
later. Questions were answered as to how they figured it out: DCF
had contacted them as part of a hurried background check I was
told. Mercifully, a little while later and I was locking my door
behind my old boss while she was swearing up and down that she
wanted to make this a weekly thing. I clicked the deadbolt lock
on the door and turned around, my back to it. Sophia was standing
there by the front door, the look on her face was of slight
annoyance. "I had a lot of fun last night," she said in a quiet
voice, "but that was really close this mornin'." She finished and
came forward, hugging me around the middle. My hands rubbed her
back through the cotton of her nightshirt.

"Why did you touch me last night when the DCF woman was still
here?" The question had been swimming around in my head last
night as I did all of the wonderful things I did to her. I craved
to know why she had done it.

She didn't move in my arms. "I didn't mean to," she said, "when I
ran forward to hug you I thought you poked me in the head," she
giggled at this.

I thought about this for a few seconds and decided I was too
tired to argue with myself about it. Our hug broke and we left
the front door. The cars were gone from the driveway now and I
silently cursed every one of them.  They had completely ruined
our morning. The mood was killed, Sophia was back to acting just
as a little girl and not as my lover. I asked her if she wanted
to check if the DCF paperwork was finalized, we could swing by
the office and check it out. She agreed. We started out of the
hallway and towards the kitchen and the upstairs. We both seemed
to be heading to the same place. Upstairs however, she turned to
go back into her bedroom and I waited. I desperately wanted to
follow her into her room, remove her nightshirt and flick my
tongue all over her tiny box. I resisted however and went to my
bedroom to change. A few short minutes later and I was waiting
downstairs. Sophia swept down the stairs in a blue and white
patterned halter top and a light blue skirt. She looked simply
ravishing and as though she were glowing. We left a few minutes
later and it was everything I could do to not just stare at her
as we drove. She wasn't paying any attention to me as I stole
glances at her in the mirror and I was actually thankful for
that. While she didn't seem to be having any second thoughts
about what I had done to her last night I didn't want our late
night fun to spill out in public.

The office was closed, as I'd expected. It was getting close to
lunchtime and I suggested that she and I go out to lunch
together. We sat on the outside patio of a nice restaurant with
the fresh spring breeze blowing outside as we chatted and laughed
together. It was as though nothing had happened last night,
Sophia was acting like any other seven year old girl. Our lunch
finished, I paid the bill and we left. I didn't want our good
time to end so I suggested that we visit a friend of mine who was
a real estate agent. She didn't live far from the restaurant and
Sophia was excited when she found out that she had a swimming
pool with a diving board. After a brief trip home we arrived at
my friend Christine's house, a sprawling Neo-Mediterranean palace
in a gated community a medium drive from my own house. Christine
and I had a fair bit of history together. We'd known each other
for years and while she had dabbled in and out of relationships
with a line of men from work or the gym or where ever else she
met them, we typically found time to spend together. We'd met in
college and gotten to know parts of each other's bodies pretty
quickly and had never fallen out of touch. When she divorced her
husband less than three years after marriage, we'd shacked up
together for a few months where I kept her extremely busy in the
sack while the alimony and child support payments had rolled in.
There was never a serious relationship between us but there was
always sex.

Truth be told, there were two reasons I was visiting Christine
today. The first was the reason I'd told Sophia. Christine had
gotten her real estate license and gotten herself known on the
market as one of the better sellers in the business in our area.
I had no doubt that she was not above going a little bit "extra"
perhaps with a few of her clients. I hoped to walk the line from
"friend with benefits" into "client with benefits" myself. That
was the second reason I was coming. The last few weeks with
Sophia and I sharing kisses and my being allowed to touch her
small body had been amazing. What Sophia had allowed me to do the
night before was even more amazing. What I had realized however,
was that because I was taking it so slow with her, not even being
naked in front of her yet, we were a long way away from me
getting any relief. I'd not had any relief since about a month
prior when I'd unloaded what felt like a torrent of cum onto
Sophia's teacher's waiting face. While I would not trade what
Sophia and I had done for anything, I desperately needed to cum.

Christine's only child, a product of her marriage some 15 years
ago, was a boy named Kevin. I had never really taken much of an
interest in Kevin to be quite honest. He was usually sleeping
over at a cousin's house while I fucked his mother through most
of the night. Not much had changed about him, he was still a
small kid, now with wispy facial hair and not much definition in
his body. He probably spent most of the day inside. Christine met
us in the driveway and wrapped me in a big hug. Kevin glared at
me through the window and I fought a smile as I tightened my grip
on his mother's back and pressed her breasts harder against my
chest. Our hug broke and Christine beamed down at Sophia who
smiled back as I introduced the two of them. She brought us
inside and I could hear Kevin stomping up the stairs as we walked
into the kitchen. After we sat down, what was likely his bedroom
door slammed shut upstairs. Christine brought over some pop and
Sophia drank happily while Christine and I caught up. I could
tell she was dying to hear the story of Sophia. She told Sophia
to go into the living room and watch whatever she wanted, which
Sophia took her up on. A few seconds later I could hear the
noises of the talking cars movie that she and I had watched.

"Tell me please," Christine said in a half-whisper. I talked for
almost five minutes straight about the accident, the days after,
Bill's mother and stepfather and what they ended up being, and my
decision to ultimately adopt Sophia. Christine said nothing but
simply gaped at me as I finished telling her. As she opened her
mouth to talk I heard the stairs rumble and Kevin appeared in the
kitchen.

"I'm going out," he said in an attempt to sound grown up.

"Where?" Christine asked him while she whirled in her chair.

"Out." Kevin replied harshly.

"Just because we have company doesn't mean you get to talk to me
like that," she said, now standing and beginning to walk towards
him. He withered under her gaze and a few short minutes later he
had spilled where he was going, with who and how late he'd be
out. Christine returned to the table. "Can't wait for you to
experience that, new dad!" she laughed at me. I laughed back and
actually started to worry. I'd really only thought of Sophia as
my young potential lover and not as a moody teenager. "That's
awful!" she said as she picked up where the thread of our
conversation was interrupted. "What are you going to do with
her?"

The question was a simple one but I almost took it at the value
I'd placed on it the night before. The more accurate question was
what I wasn't going to do with her. I had planned to make Sophia
into a woman and I intended to make that happen no matter how
long it took. "What do you mean?" I asked Christine, buying time
for my inner thoughts were trying to seep into our conversation.

"It's a really big responsibility," she said soberly, "it's not
something you can just up and take on with no experience.
Especially in this town, the gossipers will pick you apart if
they haven't already."

"Well," I said, relieved that we were moving onto one of the
reasons I was there, "that's actually one of the reasons I'm
here. I was talking to a few police officers about my busybody
neighbors and the fact that Sophia's been through so much
recently and I wondered if it might be such a terrible idea to
leave and move away." Christine's eyebrows shot up at this. "It's
not like she has any ties here," I lowered my voice, "her family
is dead, her grandparents are probably going to die in prison,
and the only semblance of a family she has lives thousands of
miles away and she's only met them a few times in her life."

"That's a pretty big thing to do for a girl you just adopted,"
Christine said, "but it's not entirely false. It might make sense
in the long run to take her out of this place where she's been
hurt. I've been thinking of moving closer to Kevin's dad so Kevin
might have a choice to go live with him when he's 18." We were
both temporarily lost in thought and the only sound was the movie
Sophia was watching in the next room. I snapped out of my
thoughts and Christine was looking at me with a smile on her
face. "It's really great what you did for her, you know," she
said softly, "it's a really big sacrifice that a lot of men
wouldn't make. Too bad you and I just aren't compatible in that
way," she finished with a quiet laugh.

"That's actually the other reason I'm here," I said as quietly. I
explained my brief affair with Sophia's teacher and neglected to
mention that Sophia and I had been sharing a bed for most of the
last month. "It's been a rough month with all of this stress," I
wheedled and cast a sly smile on my face. Christine ran a hand
over her face and into her hair, gently shaking her dirty blonde
curls. "I would definitely be interested in some old time sort of
stuff," I winked at her and she smiled back at me.

"Your new daughter is in the living room," she whispered back at
me in a scandalized voice that I could tell was an act. But my
eyes were traveling over her body. The years had been kind to
Christine. She'd gained a cup size after Kevin was born and even
though she still carried a little extra weight, she carried it
well and her tits looked amazing tucked into the tank top she was
wearing. Her eyes caught mine ogling her large chest and she
stifled a giggle as she got up. "We should go upstairs to look at
some files," she said casually before strolling out of the
kitchen and up the stairs. The last I saw of her before she
disappeared behind the wall halfway up the stairs was her tank
top coming over her head.

"Sophia," I began as I entered the living room and had my eyes
focused on Christine's retreating form up the stairs, "Christine
and I are going to look at some files upstairs, ok?" She nodded
at me without looking up from the television. I tried to casually
walk up the stairs but couldn't help my dick pointing the way
like an absurd compass. I found Christine's bedroom at the end of
the hallway but she wasn't in it. Nor was she in the bathroom
inside the bedroom. I walked down the hall, confused, when I saw
her in her cozy office. She was topless and sitting behind her
desk with a smile on her face. I crossed the room in a flash and
without a word her hands found my belt and zipper. A few short
seconds later and her mouth was wrapped around me and she was
eagerly helping my erection grow with her wet mouth. I closed my
eyes and tried to concentrate on Christine but my mind found its
usual fantasy. Sophia was downstairs, my new sex toy was twenty
feet away down the stairs completely unaware that her new dad was
getting his dick sucked while she watched cartoons. She was also
completely unaware that I was imagining her tiny brown mouth
wrapped around my dick and how absurd it would look for her tiny
little face to be stretched as far as it could be while she tried
sucking me. Christine was very good at keeping my attention
however and one of my knees buckled and I almost fell forward.
She pulled her mouth away from me and shushed me quietly with a
scandalized look on her face. I motioned that I needed to sit
down because of my knee and we Sswitched seats. Christine found
her spot between my legs easily and went back to her expert cock
sucking.

I closed my eyes and a few blissful minutes went by with my mind
playing pictures of Sophia in various states of undress. I opened
my eyes and saw Sophia peeking around the edge of the office
door. Her fingers were barely visible as she held onto the door
frame and all I could see was her hair, her forehead and her wide
eyes as she took in what was going on in the office. Christine's
eyes were thankfully closed so she did not see my eyes locked on
my little beauty in the hallway. I stared at Sophia who was
staring right at me. Finally, I made the first move, raising my
right hand from the arm of Christine's office chair and up to my
mouth to make a shushing face. I saw Sophia nod slightly. I
pointed my finger down and mouthed "Downstairs" to her but she
did not move. I repeated my gesture but she did not move. Her
eyes had left mine and were now seemingly locked on Christine who
had her own eyes still closed and was working her magic. With
Sophia watching me now it was easier to imagine her tiny mouth
wrapped around me and I started to feel the explosion coming. I
brought my right hand back to Christine's head and held it still
while I exploded into her waiting mouth and throat with a
gutteral noise in my throat. Sophia did not make a sound she just
watched while I unloaded into Christine's mouth and she drank
every drop. Christine made a slight moan and I looked down as she
popped me out of her mouth and licked me up and down before
getting to her feet. When she turned towards the door to get her
shirt from the floor, Sophia was gone.

I was actually relieved that Sophia was back in front of the
television when Christine and I emerged from the office. Relieved
that Christine had no idea what had happened while she was
sucking me off and relieved that I did not need to have a
discussion about what Christine and I were doing. With the sexual
business taken care of, we sat at the table in the kitchen and
worked on other business. Christine did not think it would be an
issue to sell my house even in a down market. "I remember your
house," she began, "it's in a great neighborhood, you have the
pool and what will actually help is that you turned the office
into a child's bedroom. That will help with potential buyers."
The same bedroom where Sophia and I had become secret lovers
would be a big selling part of the house? I thought to myself. I
wondered what my bedroom would be then, since that was the first
place I'd ever had her naked. Christine continued talking and we
set up an appointment for a few days from now so that her people
could do a walk through and appraisal. We continued with small
talk throughout the afternoon, catching up and filling in.
Christine was making subtle hints about me possibly staying for a
little while longer and I wondered whether or not she needed some
attention as much as I did but I knew that as good as Christine
was at sex, Sophia's inexperience turned me on infinitely more.
We said our goodbyes and I collected my little spy and left.

The drive home was quiet. I had expected Sophia to ask about
catching Christine and I but she didn't. She looked tired, matter
of fact. I smiled to myself that she might still be worn out from
the previous night. We got home and settled in before dinner,
Sophia going back to the television and I to some catch up work
that I had to finish. Neither of us spoke until we were sitting
down to dinner. "What were you guys doin'?" Sophia asked in a
perfect mix of curiousity and innocence. I nearly spit out my
dinner and spluttered for a minute before I remembered that I
could tell Sophia about things like this.

"Remember what we did last night?" Sophia nodded as she chewed.
"Christine was doing the same kind of thing to me," I said,
"making me feel good."

I've heard a lot of sexy things in my life, dear reader. I've
heard women as they climaxed beg me to cum inside of them. I've
had phone sex with a very good dirty talker. The previous night I
had heard Sophia climax while I licked her little pussy. What
that seven year old girl sitting next to me at the table said is
the sexiest thing I've ever heard.

"I can make you feel good," she said in a voice that carried the
first real emotion I'd heard match the emotions I felt towards
her. She sounded curious still but also with twinges of jealousy
and desire.

It took me a moment to recover and think of what to say. I wanted
Sophia to make me feel good. I'd wanted it since the day I'd met
her. I was eager for the day we took that road. I felt that the
road we were already on was a good one to be on. I was in love
with her and was now able to see her naked, to touch her and to
make her feel good. That was where we were now. The road we would
travel next would be Sophia seeing me naked, touching me and
making me feel good. "You do make me feel good Sophia," I said
quietly, not looking away from her, "you make me feel good by
doing the things mommies and daddies do. One day, you and me will
do all of those things." This seemed to satisfy her. We finished
dinner in more silence and Sophia went back to the television
after eating while I finished working. About an hour later I was
finished and went to the kitchen to get a glass of pop. I poured
a glass for Sophia and took it to her in the living room. We
watched one of her television shows while we drank, sitting close
on the couch. I wasn't so much watching the show but sneaking
peeks at her as well as out the window into the darkening sky. I
thought about the events that had brought me to the place I was,
sitting on my couch with the lovely little girl who I was madly
in love with. How every obstacle that could have prevented me
from doing the things I wanted to do with her had been cleared.
Her parents were gone. Her grandparents were looking at prison
and what little family she had seemed to be perfectly content
with leaving her in my care. The police were on my side as was
the Department of Children and Families, with whom I seemed to be
a few days from being knighted. Everything had gone my way and
soon, Sophia and I would be gone.

She seemed to know I was thinking of her because she placed her
now empty glass on the table next to the couch and leaned her
weight against me. I put my arm around her and let it creep down
to the cushion next to her, slowly stroking her leg through the
skirt she was wearing. She looked up at me with that perfect
smile on her face and I could have melted. Through all she had
been through over the last month and a half, she was still
smiling. I smiled back at her and got up from the couch to take
our glasses into the kitchen. When I came back, I closed the
blinds in the two front windows, throwing the living room into
darkness except for the glow from the television. When I sat back
down Sophia found her spot leaning against me quickly and my hand
found the same spot on her leg through her skirt. The show we
were watching was not very interesting to me in the least. I
found the girl who was allowing my hand to gently rub her leg
much more interesting.

Her interest in the television show was fading as my hand slid
closer to the hem of the skirt that separated her bare skin from
my hand. I found the edge of the skirt and slipped my hand
underneath. Her skin was soft and warm and only got softer and
warmer as my hand crept up her leg. She closed her eyes and
allowed me to gently rub her thigh, tracing small circles on her
bare skin. I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled
and opened her eyes. Our lips found each other's and we shared a
few pecks before I picked her up and put her on my lap. Her lips
found mine again and my hands found her cute backside in my
hands. Our kissing went on for a few minutes, I had taught Sophia
very well, before my left hand drifted lazily to the front of her
skirt. The style of the skirt was such that it buttoned down the
front. There was no belt holding it in place, it seemed to fit
her like a dream. Without breaking the kiss, I unbuttoned the
bottom button of the skirt. It had no effect on Sophia, it was as
though she didn't even notice. The television blared on as the
second button was unbuttoned. Still she made no move to stop me
or that she even noticed me slowly undressing her. The third
button went and I could slip my hand inside the skirt. Sophia
stiffened as she felt my hand between her thighs, brushing
against her cotton covered pussy. I traced a slow and deliberate
circle around her tiny little entrance and she stiffened again.
She had stopped kissing me and had her face in my chest, taking
deep and slow breaths as my finger circled. I brought my right
hand from her ass and unbuttoned the second to top button of the
skirt. It was easier to trace my circles now as there was less of
the skirt held into place. Sophia's breathing was stuttering with
soft gasps. I unbuttoned the last button and the skirt fell
uselessly to the floor in front of the couch.

By the light of the television I could see little Tinkerbells
printed on her panties. I didn't care, I kept tracing with my
left hand. Sophia was quietly panting into my chest but I did not
stop my finger. To my little lover's credit, she made absolutely
no move to stop me. One of her hands was stretched out onto the
back of the couch and the other was down on the cushion next to
us. Around and around my finger traced, never stopping but
slowing down and speeding up. With my right hand, I traced up her
bare left leg and trailed softly onto her side and up her body to
the tie of the halter top behind her neck. I found the end of the
cotton tie and slowly pulled it. The simple knot came undone and
I pulled the strings from behind her neck so that they hung over
the front of her shoulders. My left finger was cramping up but
still dawdling lazy circles between Sophia's legs. I did not want
to stop but I felt that I had to. Not only to rest my finger but
I wanted to feel her naked body in my hands again. I slowed my
finger to a stop and could hear her cute little mewl of
bewilderment in my chest. I chuckled and she looked up at me. Her
face was red with what I guessed was excitement but she had
narrowed her eyes comically at me. "Why'd you stop?" she asked in
a quiet flutter of a whisper. My answer was a kiss on her cute
little lips and my hands reached to the bottom of her shirt and
started to pull it towards me. She smiled at me and raised
herself up on my lap. Her hands gripped the lower hem of the
shirt and, with the string already loose and untied, brought the
shirt up and over her head.

I straightened up on the couch and drank in the wonderful sight
of Sophia's bare chest. Her nipples were perfect and her chest
was still rising and falling with her excited breathing from
moments ago. Our lips met again and my hands were all over her
now bare chest and belly. Her ragged breath was becoming soft
gasps into my mouth as my hands crept across her body. With a
quiet grunt I lifted her up from the couch, an adorable surprised
squeak coming out of her mouth as our lips were still locked, and
laid her down on the other end of the couch on her back. I
trailed kisses from her mouth onto her neck and collarbone.
Sophia gave a soft moan with each press of my lips into her warm
and soft body. Ever so slowly I kissed down her body, taking my
time with both nipples, giving every tiny inch of her perfect
body my attention. When I licked into her belly button Sophia let
out the most adorable giggle I'd ever heard. My cock was so hard
it was aching against my pants. Hearing the giggle and looking
down at the nearly naked seven year old who was becoming my
lover, who was letting me do these wonderful things to her, whose
pussy I was about to eat for the second night in a row, made me
start to tear up again. "Very good tears," I said quietly to
answer the slight concern that was apparent on Sophia's face. I
licked her belly button again and my fingers hooked in the waist
of the Tinkerbell panties. Sophia didn't even hesitate. She
raised her hips and I pulled the panties down her legs and off.
She was naked again, just as she had been the night before. The
cotton panties joined her shirt and skirt on the floor in front
of the couch.

I drank in the sight of my naked beauty on the couch and leaned
back down to kiss her. My hands explored her nakedness as they
had last night, taking in every smooth contour of her perfect
body. I wanted to kiss her all over again but I had a little
pussy waiting for my tongue. I flicked my tongue on both nipples
on my way down and she giggled again but she did not giggle when
my tongue found her inner thigh. Her skin was so smooth and soft
there, a stark contrast to even her soft thigh that I had stroked
to start everything tonight. I nibbled the soft skin and she
sighed contentedly. One of her hands was in my hair to hold me in
place as though there was anywhere in the world I would rather be
than between my little girl's legs. I nibbled on her right inner
thigh then her left. I alternated, getting closer to the sweet
spot in the middle, dying to taste her again. Sophia inhaled
deeply when my tongue made contact against her little opening and
I felt her hips rise up from the couch as if she were trying to
push herself into my mouth. The taste of her was as sweet and
heady as I remembered it being. I pushed myself closer to the
couch and knelt there, my tongue swirling and twirling around the
epicenter of her body. I heard one of her arms thump onto the
couch and snickered to myself that she must have had it up on the
back of the couch but was unable to hold it there anymore. I
opened my eyes and could see right up to her face. Sophia's eyes
were closed and she was biting down on her bottom lip. The look
of pleasure was unmistakable. I closed my eyes again and focused
on spreading her little pussy lips to get myself deeper inside of
her.

There was a loud, pounding knock on the door.

I froze. Sophia's eyes flew open and were wide. I pulled my mouth
away from her pussy and brought my finger up to my lips. "Quiet,"
I mouthed to her, reaching under me in front of the couch and
picking up her clothes, "take your clothes upstairs and put on
pajamas ok?" She nodded, her eyes still wide and terrified.
"It'll be fine," I whispered to her with more courage than I
felt, "just get dressed upstairs and stay there, ok?" She nodded
again and stood up from the couch, "be quiet," I mouthed again
and my heart skipped as I watched her naked body tip toe through
the living room and kitchen. The naked girl was going away from
me! I wanted her so badly but had been interrupted again. "We
have to fucking move," I muttered to myself, "this is fucking
ridiculous." Another booming knock at the door came as I was in
the kitchen taking a swig of pop directly from the bottle. "Yeah
yeah," I called to the front door and opened it. There stood
Jessica with a gloating sneer on her face. She was also looking
slightly woozy on her feet. I looked to the right and was
surprised to see a woman with her. Rachel was next to my car,
hand-painting the finishing touches of bright pink paint on my
already keyed car. Jessica opened her mouth but I slammed the
door shut in her face and locked it. Behind me, I turned the
alarm on and walked into the kitchen, grabbing the card of the CO
who had been nice to me at the police station and my phone. I
walked up the stairs as calmly as I could but heard a loud crash
as I reached the landing. Sophia was dressed in her pink
Cinderella nightshirt and looked scared. "Stay here," I said and
walked into my bedroom as I dialed the CO's cell phone. He
answered on the second ring. I told him who I was and he
remembered me.

"Yeah, the guy with the adopted daughter with the kid touching
grandparents," he said, sounding distracted, "what's up?"

"I have two ladies destroying my car in the driveway, one of whom
I have a restraining order against and I'm pretty sure one of
them just broke out one of the windows."

It didn't take long for the police to arrive. One car became two,
then three. The loud crash wasn't my window breaking but Jessica
drunkenly backing the car they had come in into the street and
plowing it into the back of my car. The impact was enough to
deploy the airbag and she was injured in the driver's seat.
Rachel had passed out on my lawn, her hands covered in pink paint
which was an exact match for the paint that was splattered all
over my car and dumped all over the interior. The police knocked
on my door and I went outside to identify both women. Jessica was
to be transported to the hospital with neck injuries and Rachel
was placed under arrest. I was livid. Not about the car, I had
insurance that would pay for all that, but the fact that I'd been
enjoying a quiet and romantic evening with Sophia inside when all
of this shit had gone on. I didn't tell the police that, however,
thinking better of telling them that I'd been eating out a seven
year old girl tonight. The CO arrived and asked me for the the
proof of my restraining order against Rachel, which I'd locked it
in the safe in my closet. I went in the house and could hear
crying upstairs. Climbing the stairs, I could hear the sounds of
Sophia sobbing in her bedroom.

"What's wrong sweetie?"

"They came to take you away for being a bad man who hurts me but
you're not! They're gonna take me away and I don't wanna goooo!"
Her sobs broke my heart. I sat down onto the bed next to her and
stroked her back through the nightshirt.

"I'm not being taken away," I said quietly, "Sophia, I'm not
being taken away," a little louder, "they're not taking me away."
She looked up from her pillow and the look of her red and swollen
eyes caused tears to well up in mine. "Some people broke my car
and the police are taking those people away." She'd stopped
crying now but was still breathing heavy and taking deep,
shuddering breaths. "I'll send up a policeman to talk to you ok?"
She nodded. I walked into my bedroom and opened the safe, finding
the copy of the restraining order. Back outside a few moments
later, I saw the female officer that had come out the night of
the original complaint that Rachel made talking to the CO. "Would
it be ok if you went up and talked to Sophia?" I asked the female
officer. "She thinks I'm being arrested and taken away like her
grandparents and is sobbing upstairs." I think it was the small
tears in my eyes that made her agree so quickly and she went in
the house. The CO and I discussed the restraining order while we
waited for the tow truck to come and remove the cars. The
neighbors had come out now, looking at me and shaking their heads
disapprovingly.

"They really don't like you here," the CO said under his breath
with a hint of a smile on his face.

"It's been like this since I moved in," I replied as I rolled my
eyes towards a neighbor who had peeked through her blinds at us.
"At first they were upset because I was the only house in the
neighborhood without kids. Now they're pissed because I adopted
one."

"Any news on moving?" he asked as the female officer came back
outside, "I remember you saying it had crossed your mind."

"Saw a realtor friend today," I said, smiling at the female
officer, "meeting her people in a few days to get the ball
rolling. It won't be easy to leave all this though." I finished
sarcastically as more of my neighbors peeked through their
blinds.

"Any idea where you'll go?"

"Not yet, a few places in mind." I wanted to answer that I was
planning on moving as far away from people as possible so Sophia
and I would no longer be disturbed but that probably wasn't
smart.

"She's asleep," the female officer said as she approached us,
"she looked like she'd been crying pretty hard but she's asleep."
I thanked her. "You did a great job on that bedroom, it looks
like it's been a little girl's room for years." Again I thanked
her.

The ambulance and tow truck arrived, which prompted more
neighbors outside, complaining about the noise of the engines,
the back up noise, the sirens and so on. The CO did not leave my
side and we spoke about everything from parenting tips to nice
places to live. The tow truck took the car Jessica and Rachel had
arrived in and left mine so that I could go over it with the
insurance agent. The CO advised me to pull it into the garage and
I did so, after the tow truck driver helpfully supplied a large
old blanket for me to sit on so I didn't get pink paint all over
my clothes. The police left with the tow truck and the CO and
female officer were the last two people there. She spoke first.

"Keep taking care of that girl in there," she said, shaking my
hand, "she's a good girl but her whole life is crazy right now."
I agreed and thanked her again.

"Your whole life is crazy right now," the CO said, laughing as he
shook my hand, "hopefully things calm down for you soon."

I saw them off with a wave and went back in the house, locking
the door and turning on my alarm. The television was still on and
some kid's show was still blaring loudly. I looked at the couch
in the living room. My relationship with Sophia was growing
steadily as the weeks went by. I was both thrilled and terrified
about this. Thrilled obviously that I had a sexy little lover as
wonderful as Sophia but also terrified at how quickly we were
moving. About 10 weeks ago, I was friends with Sophia's father
and more of a family friend than anything else. Fast forward that
short amount of time and I was kissing her like a lover,
stripping her naked and licking her little pussy two times now!
Was sex closer than I thought? I thought about that as I turned
off the television and closed the rest of the blinds. As much as
I wanted to make Sophia my lover in that way, I knew that would
change our lives forever. That was a bell I could not unring once
it had been rung. I climbed the stairs and turned right. Sophia
was asleep in her bed, the same bed the previous night that I had
licked her little box until she came. Tonight was completely
different. We'd started on the same path but once again found
ourselves knocked offroad. I knelt down next to the bed and
planted a kiss on her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open.

I smiled down at her. "Told you I wasn't going anywhere," I said
into her ear and she sleepily smiled up at me. "I want to sleep
in my bed tonight," I said, rubbing her back, "you want to come
sleep in it with me?" She nodded and closed her eyes. I picked
her up easily, she still didn't weigh much, and thought of the
first night that Sophia and I had shared as lovers. It had
started in much the same way, with me picking her up and carrying
her into a bed. Instead, tonight I was carrying her away from her
small bed and into mine. Down the hallway and into my bedroom I
carried her, setting her softly onto the unmade bed and pulling
the sheets over her almost sleeping form. I closed the blinds and
pulled off my shirt and pants, both had somehow managed to get
paint all over them anyway, and found the pajama pants I'd worn
the night before. I pulled them on and crawled into bed. Sophia
seemed to feel me in the bed with her and I pulled her into my
arms under the covers, drifting off into a troubled sleep of
Sophia and I getting married but constantly being interrupted
during our vows. At the end of our vows, which had taken a week,
I was arrested. I awoke a few hours later not feeling very rested
but smiled to myself as I found my little angel still asleep in
my arms. I pressed a kiss to her exposed neck and drifted into a
slightly more restful sleep.

I was up early the next morning, not very rested but all the
same, on the phone with the car insurance company. The
appointment was scheduled for that afternoon and I hung up with
them and finished my third cup of coffee. Sophia came downstairs
as I was coming back inside with my newspaper. She didn't look
well rested, her eyes were still slightly swollen from crying the
previous night. Without a word she crossed the kitchen and hugged
me around the middle. I hugged her back, putting the newspaper on
the counter and crouching down to hug her. She was sniffling a
little as the hug broke and I kissed her before climbing out of
my crouch and handing her a towel. "I'm very sorry for what
happened last night Sophia," I said as she wiped her eyes.

"You didn't do anything," she said with a tone of confusion, "I
just got scared cause I thought someone found out that you were a
bad man even though you're not."

"You haven't told anyone have you?"

"Course not!" she said with a serious look on her face and I
believed her.

There was a knock at the door that made me roll my eyes. "We need
to move soon," I grumbled and Sophia nodded as she pulled cereal
out of the cabinet. I opened the door to find the school
superintendent looking back at my driveway. "Come in," I said
before he could say anything.

"I heard about Jessica's actions this morning and came here
straight away," he said, smiling what he must have thought was a
pleasant smile at Sophia before continuing. "I need to collect
Sophia's homework from you so that we can determine her final
grade."

Sophia looked up at me. "She still has two weeks of school," I
said as I gestured him to sit.

"We thought it to be appropriate for Sophia to be enrolled in our
district. There seems to be a lot of problems stemming from her
and her personal life that we just can't have going forward.
Parents are asking questions about her grandparents and now your
involvement with her teacher and the subsequent actions of that
teacher..." he didn't finish the sentence.

Sophia looked confused. "My teacher?" Sophia asked after
swallowing her cereal.

"You haven't told her yet?" He asked me sounding surprised.

"No," I said slowly, "considering she was asleep when it happened
I thought it best for her to sleep and not worry. A private
word?" I smiled my best fatherly smile at her and walked him down
the hallway, closing the den door behind us. "Why is she being
punished for something her grandparents did and her teacher's
problems?"

"Your involvement with Jessica-"

I cut him off, "we were friends for a while and had too much to
drink. She didn't appreciate me basically dumping her to save her
own job so she got drunk and did what she did. Sophia had nothing
to do with that. I would highly advise you to reconsider."

He surveyed me as I finished speaking. "I will reconsider, but
you also may consider getting her away from this area," he said.

"That's in the works." We left the den, I found Sophia's homework
on the kitchen counter and handed it over. He said his goodbyes
and left. "How would you like to look at some houses?" I asked
Sophia as she had finished her breakfast and was sitting at the
table.

"Okay," she said without excitement.

"What's wrong?"

"What did my teacher do?"

"Uhh," I started as was the usual way of me explaining things to
Sophia. I explained that Jessica had been upset that she and I
couldn't date because of her job and she got mad that I made the
decision for her. "It wasn't the right thing to do but it was to
make sure that she didn't lose her job," I continued, "she didn't
see it that way though and decided to try to make me mad by
breaking my car."

"Why?"

"I wish I had an answer for you sweetie," I noticed that was the
second time I'd called her sweetie now and she either didn't
notice or didn't care, "sometimes when people have too much to
drink they don't think right." She nodded and asked why she
wasn't allowed to go to school. "I wish I could answer that for
you too," I said sadly, "it seems like they don't know what to do
so they think the best thing is to take you out of school. I
don't know why."

What little answers I had seemed to satisfy her. We spent the
rest of the morning together, looking at houses online and trying
to find a new place to live. There were a lot of good ideas that
were far away and I thought that to be best. When there was a
knock on the door a few hours later, I found the insurance
representative waiting outside. An hour or so later and he was
finished. My car was going to be towed and I was going to be
picked up and taken to a rental car the next day. With nowhere
else to go, Sophia and I went back inside, locked the door and
set the alarm. I wanted to hang a "Do Not Disturb" sign up to try
and get us some peace and quiet. It was still early in the
afternoon and the sun and heat beat down on my windows even with
the blinds closed. We were sitting at the table, looking at
houses online, when she said, "I wanna go swimming." My mind
instantly latched onto the tiny two piece swimsuit that I'd once
seen her in. The swimsuit that made me do something about my
attraction to Sophia. The swimsuit I'd taken from Bill's parent's
house when I went through looking for things to take. The
swimsuit that was in the back seat of my car.

Like most things Sophia wore, the suit was girly colored and bore
girly details. The top of the suit that covered her chest had a
pink ruffled edge where the cleavage would be if she had any. The
pink straps were attached together with a small plastic hook
behind her neck, a halter top style, and the bottom of the top
barely covered what would one day be Sophia's breasts. Her skin
was bare down to the small pair of bottoms which had a short,
frilly pink ruffle all around it. When I pulled the suit out of
the bag in my car, Sophia smiled at me. "I took it when I took
some things from there," I said, "I think you look really good in
this," I finished with a smile. The swimsuit was tight,
accentuating Sophia's perfect little ass. Seeing her in it made
me want to see her out of it so bad it hurt.

We went out onto the wooden deck behind the house that carried
stairs from the patio that built into a small landing next to the
above ground swimming pool that I had two chairs on for laying in
the sun. Sophia had already been in the swimming pool and quickly
tossed her towel onto one of the chairs and jumped in. She
reappeared seconds later above the water to tell me how nice it
was. I walked the little way on the deck with my towel in hand
and climbed the stairs. Sophia was swimming in little circles
above the water, cooling off. I climbed the ladder into the pool.
The water was nice, not cool enough to be completely refreshing
but nice nonetheless. We swam around together for a little while,
heating up as the afternoon sun baked us. I had a few pool toys
and we raced each other in circles around the pool, occasionally
dipping underwater to cool down. We got out of the pool after a
few hours, the wet swimsuit clinging to Sophia's body for dear
life. I could not stop looking at her as we stood in the late
afternoon sun, drying ourselves with our towels. She saw me
looking and just gave me a half smile and said nothing. We made
our way inside, I let her walk in front of me so I could stare at
her. Her ass swayed back and forth, enticing me and I walked
closer and closer to her as we got closer to the house. When we
walked in the back door I reached out and wrapped my arm around
Sophia's shoulders, holding her in place. She gave her customary
squeak of surprise but did not protest. With my free hand, I
reached back and locked the door behind us.

All of the blinds in the house were still drawn and we stood in
the cool house in the semi darkness of the setting afternoon sun
against the blinds. Sophia did not stop my hand as it was now
lazily drifting across her swimsuit covered chest. I knelt down
behind her and pressed kisses along the pink straps of the
swimsuit and her neck. She moaned softly and contentedly. The
fabric was still slightly damp and her skin was chilly and goose
pimpled in the air conditioning of the house. My hand dragged
across her chest and I let out a soft groan when I felt a hard
nipple brush under my hand. Sophia let out a half moan half laugh
as I repeated the action on the other side of her chest. My hand
that had locked the door joined in the fun and wrapped around
Sophia from behind, tracing circles on her clammy stomach. Sophia
turned her head and kissed me on the lips.

I moaned and pulled her tighter as my hands roamed her chilly
body and our tongues explored each other's mouths. We'd never
kissed like this and the thrill of roaming into more uncharted
waters with my little lover was amazing. I don't know how long we
were in the kitchen, Sophia standing and me kneeling behind her,
but it was enough to make my knees hurt. Part of me didn't care,
thinking only of the seven year old girl who was not stopping my
molestation of her and how wonderful her body felt in my hands.
The other, more practical me, was complaining about how I was 43
and my knees were killing me. Finally, the practical side of me
won out and our kiss broke so that I could stand up. The sun had
gone down a little more and the kitchen was now thrown into long,
thin shadows as the sun tried to peek at us from behind the
blinds. I couldn't see Sophia but for her shadowy profile and the
barely visible features of her body. I could see that her face
was pointing directly at my rock hard cock and as my eyes
adjusted to the faded light in the room I could see that her eyes
were on it. Her face was a mix of curiousity and fear.

"Your thing is hard," she whispered.

"Yes it is," I whispered back, holding onto the kitchen counter
as I tried to flex my knees loose.

"That means you wanna try practicing making a baby doesn't it?"

I couldn't help but give her an adoring smile. "When it gets hard
like that, Sophia," I began, trying and failing to lower myself
back down to a kneeling position, "it means that what I'm doing
feels really good and the person I'm doing it with is someone I
care about."

"So it's not about just making babies?"

"No, sometimes it's just fun to touch it and think about, uh,
practicing making babies," I said as I finished somewhat lamely.
Sophia's face looked confused in the dark. "Remember two nights
ago?" I asked, recalling very fondly in my mind the night I had
done all those wonderful things to her, "when I licked you
between your legs?" She nodded but I could see her face still
wore a confused expression, "it works the same with daddies. My
friend Christine yesterday made me feel good."

"So sometimes you touch it to make yourself feel good?"

"Yeah, sometimes I do or someone else does. It makes me feel
really good."

"Like when you licked me?"

"Did you like when I licked you?" I asked and she nodded. "Then
yes, just like that. Remember when we got home from Christine's
house and you said that you could make me feel good?" I recalled
that being the sexiest thing I've ever heard. She nodded. "You
make me feel good Sophia, better than I ever felt before. One
day, you'll be able to make me feel good like when I lick between
your legs." I gave up trying to flex my legs and sat at the
kitchen table.

"When?" Sophia asked, standing between my legs as I straightened
them out.

"One day when we know it's right," I said, looking into her
beautiful brown eyes. I remembered my internal dialogue the
previous night and how Sophia and I had been moving so quickly.

"But if you can make me feel good, why can't I make you feel
good?"

"You already make me feel good sweetie."

"No, the other way," she said and her voice carried a note of
frustration. "You licked between my legs and it felt, like, wow!"
Sophia said as she struggled for words, "how come I can't try
that?"

I stared at her. Her she was, the seven year old girl of my
dreams asking my permission to suck my dick. "That, uh, Sophia,"
I began, trying to find a way out of this. The two sides of my
brain were fighting. Irrational me was wondering why I was trying
to find a way out of this. I had imagined Sophia with my dick in
her mouth, so why was I resisting it? Rational me was reminding
me how far Sophia and I had come in the short amount of time
since her parent's death and how far we still had to go. I
shelved that line of thought. I could resist the temptation to go
too fast the rest of the way. Sophia stood in front of me with a
questioning look on her face and was eager to try to suck my
dick. "I think we can try it," I allowed, "but I want to take it
slow ok?"

Her smile was wide and she leaned up and kissed me again. My arms
wrapped around her and I pulled her close, feeling her still
chilly body pressed against mine. We were kissing passionately
again in seconds and my hands were roaming again. Her arms
wrapped around me, I could feel each hand on my back and gripping
me in a tight hug. Our kiss broke a few moments later and Sophia
asked me with all of the innocence of her seven years,
"upstairs?" My cock pulsed in my shorts. The innocence was there
but there was seduction in her voice as well. I knew what she and
I were going to do upstairs and I knew that try as I might, it
was going to be difficult to stop there.

I stood up and walked not upstairs but over to the alarm by the
front door. Sophia followed me. I armed the alarm and leaned down
to kiss her again. The passion was instantaneous. I picked her up
and carried her through the dark house and up the stairs. I
carried her into my bedroom and closed the door behind us. The
blinds in the bedroom were drawn. I set her down on the bed, the
same bed I'd molested her in a few weeks ago. The same bed we'd
kissed and she'd let me touch her in the dark. I unhooked the
small plastic hook holding the straps together behind her neck
and started pulling the barely damp and cold bathing suit up her
goose pimpled skin. Sophia put her arms up and the swimsuit top
came up over her damp and shiny hair, mussing it all over but I
didn't care. The top went somewhere on the floor of the bedroom.
Our kiss was rekindled and my hands touched her newly exposed
skin. She whimpered in my mouth when my fingers touched her tiny
nipples. I picked her up again and she broke the kiss, looking
confused. I brought us into the bathroom and set her down on the
floor, reaching behind me and turning on the shower.

The shower in my house was wonderful, a large stall with a very
fancy setup, a showerhead that detached from the wall as well as
a large head on top of the shower that was as though rain was
falling on you. It was honestly one of the reasons I'd bought the
house. Had I known when I bought the place that I'd be standing
in the bathroom with a half naked seven year old I wouldn't have
believed myself. There she was though, smiling up at me wearing
nothing but her pink swimsuit bottoms. The bottoms that had
changed my life as I knew it, that had thrown a switch in my
brain that I had to go from spectator to actor with Sophia. I
pulled her towards me and knelt down again. She leaned in for a
kiss but I turned her around, marvelling at her backside in the
swimsuit. It looked amazing, so soft, small and alluring. Inch by
inch, I lowered the bottoms down her slightly curved butt, taking
in every inch of her increasing nakedness, thanking the genetic
gods that she had that hispanic body already growing. The bottoms
came off her ass and slid down her legs. It was the first time
I'd seen Sophia naked in anything but moonlight or the light of
the television.

Her skin was brown and sleek. She was perfect, no pudge but no
visible bones. Her face was almost one of worry, as though I was
not going to like what I saw. I drank in every inch of her naked
body and waited until she looked up at me. "You are beautiful,
Sophia." She blushed a little and looked away but I gently pulled
her chin back to make her face me, "you're my own little
princess." She smiled at this but her skin was still flushed. The
heat of the hot water was steaming up the bathroom, creating a
light fog in the air that made it almost dreamlike as I kissed
her. Our kisses had been passionate before but this one seemed to
eclipse them all. Our mouths opened and our tongues danced
together as she stood and I knelt in the bathroom, the steam
eventually enveloping us.

I stood up a few minutes later, knees cracking as I straightened
up, and I felt Sophia's hand on my stomach and lowering to the
waistband of my swim shorts. I couldn't see her but for the small
brown outline she was against the steam of the bathroom. I felt
as she pulled the end of the knot and the shorts slackened a
little. I felt her tiny hands on either side of me, each finding
my hip and then gripping the shorts and pulling them down. The
shorts went down my body easily, they were actually a bit large
for me I needed to use the tie around the waist, and were
crumpled on the floor. I stepped out of them and there I stood,
naked with Sophia. Naked with a seven year old girl who was
willingly naked as well. I felt her step away from me a little
and could see through the steam in the bathroom that her eyes
were wide and she was looking at my dick.

I was hard from kissing and touching her. How would I explain to
her, how could I explain that my dick was for pleasure and not
pain. I tried to explain but even my own usual awkward
explanations failed me. "It gets like this when I get excited," I
said quietly and her eyes left it to look up at me. "When I see
someone I think is beautiful or someone who I want to make feel
really good." She didn't say anything but looked back down at it.
I decided to try a bit more of a clinical approach. "When I get
excited or when I think about practicing making babies or making
someone feel good, it does this." Sophia looked back up at me and
there was worry in her face.

"Is it gonna hurt me?"

"Of course not," I said quickly, crouching down to face her.

"You said when you think about practicing making babies that it
gets like this," she said in a half whisper, "so that means
you're thinking of making babies with me right now."

I pressed a kiss on her forehead. "Sophia," I said, "I would
never hurt you, you know that. I do think about making babies
with you," I saw her stiffen, "but not now. You're too young to
make a baby right now and it would hurt a lot." She looked
fearful. "I would never hurt you," I repeated, "so you and I
aren't going to practice making babies, we're going to make each
other feel good, like when I lick between your legs, remember?"
The thought of what she and I had talked about downstairs seemed
to knock the idea that I was going to try to push my cock inside
her out of her head and the worried expression softened slightly.
I could tell she was still a little apprehensive. I worried, but
I knew that I really had no intention of hurting her and that we
had all the time in the world. "Let's just get in the shower,
ok?"

We stepped into the wonderfully warm water. We were both still
slightly rough skinned from the pool chemicals and spent the
first few minutes just rinsing ourselves off under the water. I
rinsed myself a few times and could feel Sophia right next to me.
I let my hand slowly stroke her arm while she rinsed her hair.
She was facing away from me and all I could see was her long
brown hair sticking to her skin as the water left it. Her hair
was long, past her shoulders now that it was wet, and clung to
her wet body and neck. I moved my hand up to her hair and gently
pulled it back from her body, bunching it up above her head and
squeezing some of the water out of it. She turned around as I did
this and was almost at eye level with my crotch. She blinked and
took a step backwards as I was still very hard. "It's ok," I said
quietly, barely audible over the water, "go ahead and touch it."
She looked up at me, the water falling from the top of the shower
getting in her eyes. She looked apprehensive but I gave her an
encouraging nod and could see through the steam of the shower her
hand come up to rest on my hip before it left and I felt the
sensation of Sophia's hand gently cup my throbbing erection.

How I didn't cum all over her I have no idea. She had softly laid
her left hand on the tip of my dick near the tip. Her skin was
slick with the water from the shower and soft. Though I'd had my
dick in her hand before, she was conscious now. Her face eased up
a little as she felt my erection. She brushed her hand down
towards the middle of me and looked up as though asking
permission. I gave her my best encouraging nod, knowing that I
had to let her explore for herself. She was almost petting it as
though petting a dog, her hand was flat on top of me and she
would push her hand back towards me, raise it and repeat from the
spot she first touched. I felt a little silly standing there
while she pet me but the sensation of the warm water and the
little girl touching my dick was nothing I'd ever felt. She
seemed content like this, going at her own speed, so I let her
be.

Minutes passed while she repeated her movements. My hand had left
her hair, letting it fall wetly to her neck and shoulders. I had
one hand on her shoulder just to keep my hand on her and the
other on the wall of the shower to brace myself. I brought my
hand from her shoulder up her left arm and let it rest on top of
her hand. She looked up at me but did not have apprehension in
her face now. Her look was one of almost wonder and curiousity,
as though asking me silently why I was stopping her from doing
what she was doing and interested in the answer. Without a word,
I cupped my hand around hers, feeling hers do the same under
mine, and then guided her hand along the few inches she'd been
petting. Now Sophia was stroking me. I guided her through five or
ten strokes and then let my hand travel back up her arm. She kept
stroking. Her hand moved slowly. I didn't dare speed her up. The
water added just enough slickness so that her soft hands could
slide the half length of me. I exhaled and she stopped. "Keep
going sweetie," I whispered and she clumsily started stroking
again before finding the rhythm she had. "You're making me feel
so good Sophia," I murmured over the neverending stream of water
from above and from the wall. She smiled for the first time since
I'd told her how beautiful she was. She was my little naked
princess, slowly stroking my dick with a smile on her face.

I credited Christine's expert blowjob the day before as the
reason I'd not cum yet. I was so hard and yet my brain seemed to
be constantly pushing the edge of which I would have to go over
further and further away. Still, I did not want to find the edge
unexpectedly and careen over it, spilling my cum all over her
unsuspecting body. Oh I wanted to do that, believe me, but that
would damage what Sophia and I were working at. I brought my hand
away from her again and stopped her from stroking me. My cock
seemed to scream at my brain. "You were doing so good at making
me feel good sweetie," I said through the falling water.

"How come you stopped me?"

"Do you know how babies are made?" I asked her.

"The daddy puts his thing," she gestured at my still hard dick,
"in the mummy," she pointed down towards herself and her little
pussy.

"Right," I said with my hand still holding hers, just inches
above my dick, "but when the daddy gets really excited," I
brought her hand back onto my cock and lifted it up a little.
"See the little hole?" She nodded. "When the daddy gets really
excited, a special kind of fluid comes out of that hole and goes
inside the mummy. That's how babies are made." She blinked and
took this in. "I stopped you because even though we're not
practicing making a baby right now, the way you were making me
feel was like I was practicing making a baby and-"

Sophia interrupted me, "the fluid would have come out of here?"
She looked down at my dick. "I was doing that?" she asked. I
nodded. "Really?" I nodded again and she smiled up at me. I
leaned down and kissed her. "It didn't hurt," she said, "when I
touched you there. Does it hurt you when you lick me between my
legs?"

I shook my head. "It makes me feel really good when I lick
between your legs, almost as good as you made me feel now." I
turned off the water and we dried ourselves with towels. The
steamy bathroom was a sauna compared to the bedroom when we left
the bathroom. I ogled Sophia as her nipples hardened in the
chilly air conditioning. She bounced down the hallway to her
bedroom and I pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms and an old
shirt. When I walked out of the bedroom she was walking out of
her bedroom in the same Barbie nightshirt she'd worn the first
night I'd molested her. It still fit her pretty well, a little
bit shorter than it had been and a little tighter around the
middle but all the same. We walked downstairs together and had
dinner, watched television and eventually crawled into bed
together, snuggling up under the covers of my bed and falling
asleep peacefully.

The next few days passed quickly, same as the next few weeks.
Christine's people came by for a walk through of the house,
deeming it in excellent condition and saw no reason for me to not
get a very healthy price for it. One of the reasons, ironically,
was the neighborhood which they all saw as welcoming. I held back
a smile at this and let them walk around the house. The women
clucked their approval at the sight of Sophia's bedroom and she
played her part so beautifully, showing them around it and
pointing out all of the neat things it had like the Cinderella
curtains in the windows and the matching bed clothes. One of the
women was near tears and I knew that Christine had told them
about Sophia's situation over the last few months. The house
appraised well and I asked them to not put a sign in the front
yard. "I don't want people knocking on the door," I explained,
"we've had a few visitors and she's still a little punchy about
them."

In reality, we'd not had any more ill timed knocks on the door
since the night of Jessica and Rachel's surprise redecoration of
my car. My car was fine now, insurance is a wonderful thing.
Jessica obviously lost her job and was charged with a number of
things, the least of which was DUI and DUI with bodily injury.
The charges against Rachel were equally stiff as it was her car
that was wrecked and she'd admitted to driving it over to my
house in the first place. I pressed charges for everything,
making my eyes water as I told them that even though both women
were friends of mine, I'd lost friends because of DUI and the
little girl who I now had to care for had lost her family. I was
even in the newspaper! I shamed both Jessica and Rachel for not
only putting themselves but many others at risk, smiling to
myself as I thought of both of them reading it and not being able
to do anything about it.

We'd also not had any ill timed knocks on the door because my
relationship with Sophia had switched into a more fatherly one
than one of a lover. We still slept together, every night since
our shower together, but our physical relationship had not gone
any further than it went that wonderful evening we spent in the
shower together. I was not upset about this as there was good
reason. What would have been Bill's birthday had passed a few
days after our shower together and Sophia spent the day wracked
with grief over her father. I had expected this and did not feel
put out or upset in the slightest. I felt for my little girl, her
loss and her pain. My kisses were not an attempt to lead her into
sexual escapades but to soothe her. Deep down, I felt a slight
pang at how I felt about Bill's passing. While he and I had been
friends, I was not sorry that he was gone. I obviously didn't
tell anyone this but it was hard for me to see past the
selfishness of it. I knew that if the car accident that took
Sophia's family had not happened, I obviously would not have
gotten to do any of the things I had done with her. Our
relationship would certainly not have changed from what it had
been into a much more loving relationship. I rationalized with my
conscience that Sophia was better off now than she ever would
have been. She had a future now, a future of college and of
success. I doubted that Bill and Maria, as much as they loved
their daughter, would have been able to provide their children
with the opportunities that I would, given my money situation. I
did not tell Sophia this either, merely hugged her close while
she cried herself to sleep in my bed.

Her mood gradually brightened as summer beat down hard. We swam
every day and I stole touches of her in her swimsuit in the
house, never in the backyard, but didn't push her to do more. In
reality, I was thankful that we'd slowed down the physical side
of our relationship. I had been worried after what we had done in
the shower that I would try to force myself on her or that she
would press for more but she seemed content to sleep together
every night, some nights we would kiss and I would touch her
while others we would go to sleep. We talked a lot. Everything
from her parents to where we were going to move to sex. Sophia
asked questions and I answered them the best I could. I felt
pretty good about myself as my explanations seemed to suffice for
her. We developed a routine where we would wake up, eat
breakfast, run errands, come home and swim. After that, I would
do some work and she would watch television or we would swim some
more. After dinner we watched a movie and would end the day in
bed with each other, kissing and talking. The three weeks since
we'd been in the shower together had gone by so quickly that I
could hardly believe it. My 44th birthday was closing in and one
night as we settled into bed, I asked Sophia what she was going
to get me for my birthday.

"I don't know," she said as she settled in under the covers, "I
can't buy you anything cause I don't have any money but I'll
think of something."

I smiled and kissed her while my hands were touching her through
her nightshirt, "this is a good gift to me."

The next morning we continued our house search. It was going
slow, as we'd found a few in some suburbs outside of Disney
World, where Sophia still had no idea that we were going, but
they were rather expensive. Finally, after what had been a few
weeks of searching, we found what seemed to be the one. It was
large, two stories, it had a pool and was set on a nice piece of
land where the house itself was set back on the property. The
rear of the property faced a small copse of trees that had a
small lake farther back. On either side was grass, enough grass
for Sophia and any little friends she might make to run around
for hours. What attracted me was the lack of neighbors. I thought
of Sophia and I spending time together without prying eyes. I
called Christine to let her know of my findings.

"That sounds beautiful," she said as I could hear her writing
down the information. "We've had a lot of interest in your house
as well, I was going to call you to see whether or not I could
come by with a few offers." I agreed and we set an appointment
for later that night. "I'll pass this on to a friend down there,
she's really good."

The realtor called me back a few hours later while Sophia and I
were laying by the pool. Interest was not high on the property as
many felt the price was too high. I thought of the money that
would be coming in a few months time. I'd sold Bill's mother's
house to the bank and the sale was in its final processing now. I
still had the equity from Bill and Maria's house to put down as
well as whatever I made from my house which I would likely get a
good offer for. I made her an offer that was below what they were
asking but that I thought was fair and she said she would pass it
along. The DCF woman called while Sophia and I were eating lunch.
I smiled at Sophia and retreated down the hall to the den. "Hi,"
I said as I closed the door.

"You have perfect timing! We heard from the Disney people only
this morning! The date is set!"

I blinked. This was all falling into place so perfectly it was
like I was planning it. She told me the date and I wrote it down.
If I sold the house in about a month I could hire movers to move
everything, take Sophia to Disney World by using the free airfare
and not have to pay for that. "Who was that?" Sophia asked as she
finished her lunch.

"The DCF woman just checking in on us," I said with a smile as I
reached for her empty plate, "no more knocks on the door for us!"
My hand missed the plate and I pulled Sophia into a tickle
attack, taking the opportunity to touch her all over while she
shook with her adorable giggles. We stopped a few minutes later
when she could barely breathe and begged me to stop. She started
giggling again as she realized that I'd slipped my hands under
the old shirt of Maria's that she still used as a pool cover up
and was touching her bare stomach. We were both in a silly mood
as the afternoon wore into the evening, Sophia distracting me
from work by walking into the kitchen and shaking her butt at me
which would cause me to chase her, laughing fit to burst, across
the house until she would let me catch her and tickle her again.
Our fun was, as always it seemed, stopped by a knock on the door.
Christine was on the other side of the door when I swung it open
and I greeted her with a warm smile, not fitting how I was really
feeling at having my fun with Sophia interrupted. We sat at the
table and Christine smiled at Sophia, who grinned at her and went
upstairs.

"What was that about?" Christine looked at me with a smile on her
face.

"No idea," I lied easily. Truth be told, Sophia had taken an
interest in Christine coming over when I'd told her that morning.
Talking about sex the past few weeks with Sophia had done some
good. I didn't have to say things like 'licking between your
legs' any more, we had graduated to 'oral sex'. Sophia had an
epiphany that Christine had been, as she put it, 'doing' oral sex
the afternoon we went to her house and I explained that oral sex
was a way of making someone feel really good without having sex
(which replaced 'practicing making babies', mercifully) with
them. When I'd told Sophia that Christine would be stopping by,
her eyes had gone wide. "What's up?" I'd asked her.

"She's coming over to do oral sex?" Sophia asked, her eyebrows
raising.

"She's coming over so we can go over some papers for the house,"
I replied, and seeing her  eyebrows fall, asked, "why?"

"You said last time that she was doing oral sex on you and I
wanna see what it looks like."

I'd stared at her for a minute. "You want to see what it looks
like?"

"Well, I saw you in the shower that day," she said with a shrug,
"and I don't understand how she did oral on you because you don't
have a vagina like I have you have a penis." She smiled up at me,
proud of her retention on the subject of sexual anatomy. I had
smiled back at her not because of the sound of Sophia repeating
that she had a vagina but because of the idea of her watching me
get a blowjob from an expert like Christine might be a good
learning experience for Sophia in the future. I agreed and we'd
made our plan.

Here Christine and I sat at the kitchen table, Christine with her
back to the stairs and poring over her sheets of paper. I was
only half listening when I saw Sophia's legs appear at the
topmost stair that I could see. Christine was talking about one
particular offer as Sophia silently descended the stairs and
swiftly crossed the kitchen, heading for the den. I could see her
in the outer parts of my vision until she disappeared down the
hall. Christine excused herself to her car for something she'd
forgotten and I had a hard time containing my erection under the
table. Would Sophia peek out from the closet in the den while
Christine was sucking me off?

To her credit, Sophia had to wait longer than I thought.
Christine seemed to be all business tonight, showing me the
multiple offers and not giving me a chance to make a move. I
finally decided on one offer that she had shown me, I liked the
little bit of background that Christine had given me on the
buyers. "A young couple," she'd said casually, "the guy said he
used to play drums on tour with a hard rock band but quit when
they had their first baby." A grin split over my insides. Leaving
my asshole neighbors with a rock drummer seemed like a great
parting gift. I accepted their offer in writing and Christine
smiled at me when I finished signing the paper. There was
something off about her smile. "I have something else," she said,
"and I wanted it to wait until after we finished with business."
I nodded her on, "I could see your dick in your pants when I
walked back in, but, I have some news on that front. I'm sort of
seeing someone." My eyebrows raised up. "He's a little bit
younger than me," she blushed, "he's actually one of Kevin's
former friends." My jaw dropped.

"Kevin's only 15," I said in a scandalized whisper.

Christine looked horrified. "No!" She said in the same
scandalized whisper, "he's 19, almost 20. Used to be friends with
one of Kevin's friend's brother."

"Used to?" I asked slyly, a smile spreading on my face.

"Kevin had a bunch of people over for a UFC party," she put her
head down and looked up at me with a smirk on her face, "he
stayed inside when they all went out afterwards to fight in the
driveway. Helped me clean up, then helped me in another way," she
finished with a quiet laugh. "You left me hanging last time you
were over and I couldn't wait any longer."

"I'd say sorry but I'm not," I said, "you meeting someone is
great!"

"Kevin was pissed," she said, "he went to live with his dad. They
called me all kinds of filthy names but it's nothing compared to
what I've been called before." She smiled at me, "haven't been
fucked like this in years!" She looked happier than I'd seen her
in ages. Truthfully, I was happy for her but the look on my face
must have been obvious. "I'm sorry," she said and she looked like
she meant it. "I hope you're not disappointed but I don't want to
jeopardize what I have with him. It's not just sex, he's a really
sweet kid." I nodded. "What's wrong? I can read you better than
anyone."

"It's just," I started, trying to navigate my way through the
road block she'd set up in front of me, "I'm moving away and I'm
not coming back." This seemed to hit her a punch in the stomach.
"My life the last few months has been a fucking nightmare whether
it's losing my two close friends and one of their kids in a car
accident, adopting their daughter, finding out what awful people
her grandparents were and all that shit with the restraining
order and my car getting trashed. What's left here? You and a few
friends of mine from work. Sophia has even less here. We're
moving away and we're not coming back here. Ever." Christine
sighed and sat back in her chair. "I was hoping," I continued,
"for a bit of a going away present. I won't pretend that we'll
never see each other again, I would have loved to have you visit
us once we get settled in although that might get complicated
with your new guy." I let out a deep breath and said quietly,
"it's not like I've had time to spend finding a new woman in my
life. I have her," I pointed up the stairs, "to think about. I
can't just keep living the way I had been." Christine was
considering me.

"I don't want my new relationship to have this kind of shit," she
said with an upset look on her face. "All my relationships have
been that way in the past and I end up going through men like
nobody's business."

"To be fair to you, I was always the one guy you were cheating on
whoever you were dating with," I said with an off-hand smile.
"Now that you've found someone you want to not cheat on, I'm
helping you by moving away." She shook her head but I pressed on,
"no, seriously. I may not have forced you to have sex all those
times but I did instigate a lot of it because I didn't like the
guy or I was being selfish. One more time," I said with my best
attempt at pleading, "just the one more time and then we can be
done with it. Maybe we can even have some wine and you might not
even remember it," I said with a smirk. Wine was like a memory
wiper for Christine. She considered me for a moment before she
spoke.

"What about Sophia?"

"What about her?" I asked.

"Even if I'm not spending the night, she's going to figure out
what we're doing. I don't want her to walk in on us or overhear
anything." I smiled inside.

"She has homework and stuff to do," I lied, "fell behind on her
schoolwork because of her teacher flaking out and she has a bit
of work to do that will occupy her in the den. Let's have some
wine."

Christine agreed and went outside to put the paperwork away. I
poured her a glass of wine and myself a glass of pomegranate
juice, which looked identical. "Sophia," I whispered from the
kitchen and it took a minute for her head to pop out from behind
the den door. "Bedroom," was all I said and she understood. She
ran from the den and past me before going up the stairs.
Christine came back in and I handed her the wine. "To each of us
and finding our new beginnings," I said and we drank.

I had given her good wine and Christine had two glasses in 45
minutes. She was getting a good buzz as we stood up from the
table and I pushed her towards the stairs. She accepted my help
in getting up the stairs and when we reached the top of them, the
bedroom door was slightly ajar. Christine walked right in the
bedroom, she had been to my house many times and they often ended
the same way we we heading now. There was a twist now oI thought
to myself as I entered the room and closed the door behind us. I
could see the door of the closet was slightly cracked as the
bedroom door had been and knew that Sophia was hiding in there.
Christine wobbled to her knees next to the bed and chuckled as
she almost fell over. I was loosening the tie on my swim shorts
when I saw a shirt in the bed. I looked down at Christine, she
was struggling to unbutton her shirt from her body. I picked up
the shirt and recognized it as Maria's old shirt, the one Sophia
had been wearing. Had been? I looked back at the closet and could
have sworn I heard a giggle.

Christine had managed to unbutton most of her buttons and had
pulled the cups of her bra down to allow her tits to hang out.
She was having much more luck with my swim shorts, pulling the
end of the knot and pulling the shorts down to the floor. I
thought quick. "Close your eyes," I said in my best husky and
aroused voice. Christine did so immediately. "No peeking," I
whispered as I tied Maria's old shirt around Christine's eyes.
The shirt was big enough for me to pull it tight and I used
Christine's hair elastic to make sure it wouldn't loosen. She
cooed her approval at this and reached for my cock. I had another
quick thought. "Wait until I tell you," I whispered with a hiss.
She breathlessly nodded her approval at this while I beckoned
towards the closet. I heard the soft pad of Sophia's footsteps on
the carpeted floor growing closer. Christine's aroused panting
covered them up. Light came only from behind the drawn blinds as
the footsteps grew closer to me.

She appeared in a patch of faint orange on the floor out of the
corner of my eye. I had been looking down and taking in the sight
of the big titted blonde slut on her knees in front of me.
Christine was swaying a little on her knees and I smiled as I
thought of how Christine was about to unknowingly teach a seven
year old girl the intricacies of cock sucking. I let my eyes
travel up from the floor. Bare feet, ankles, shins, knees,
thighs. I almost did a double take. Where there should have been
a pair of pink swimsuit bottoms was only a pair of hands. My eyes
traveled up where the halter top swimsuit should have been but
there was nothing covering Sophia's chest. I gave the naked seven
year old a quick look up and down before finding her face in the
soft light of the bedroom.

Sophia was wearing nothing but a smile