Sophia - Part 5 wojonowski@hushmail.com (I love feedback/criticism!) "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