comments_readers: The following is my second story, and the first, which is complete, because 'Life of Tim' will be continued in part 2. As in my last story, there is a lot of love, intimacy, kissing, sleeping together and of course the one or the other (detailed) sex scene. The tone in this story is less naive this time because the narrator is a grown man, instead you can expect some sarcasm here and there.
The format in this story is the tale of a man telling this story to another person. There are occasionally smaller dialogues between the two and I have not marked who is speaking which sentence, although it should be more or less obvious. The background is that it is not possible to colorize the text in text format, as it was with the original of the story, which I published by chapter on another site. I'm still the author of this story before anyone else thinks otherwise.
"Are you ready?"
"I'll record the conversation. Is that okay with you?"
"Yes, as long as you don't pass it around."
"It stays here in the room and helps me with the post-processing."
"Then it's okay."
"Well, uh, where would you like to start?"
"How far back should I go?"
"As far as you like."
"The long version?"
I was born as the son of a....
"Maybe a shorter version, though."
"As you please."
It started on a Thursday, and I was working on my computer. My fiancée was not at home. In the afternoon she had been with her little daughter, eight-year-old Nina and her best friend Liana at the playground in Hollow's Grave, but had to leave afterwards.
She's a physician in a hospital, you need to know.
By now it was late in the evening, and I was still working. The living room (we have no study) was the only room that was still lit. It was quite warm and the thunderstorm of the previous day had not cooled down very much.
Above all, it was quiet. I can work best when it's quiet, you need to know.
Nina had been in bed since hours. I wasn't really into kids until then, you know? And I've never really got warm with her.
But I drift off.
It started with the words, "I had a nightmare."
The tea mug described a beautiful bow in the air before gravity raised its ugly head and the cup landed on this furry carpet that we have in the living room. I myself nearly jumped out of my skin in shock.
Silently, and I mean silently!!! Nina had gotten up, sneaked into the living room (or hovered?) and had scared me almost to death.
"What are you doing?" she asked sluggishly.
There she stood in her thin nightgown in the living room door. Tired expression, her dark, wavy hair all over her face, her arms wrapped around a big, worn out teddy bear (Mr. Fibbs!) and looked at me with her dark brown eyes.
"I had a nightmare," she repeated impassively.
I glanced at her for a moment, helplessly.
"Can we cuddle a little?" she asked in a thin voice.
"Yes, of course... girl," I replied. I was glad that she had taken the initiative and sat me on the sofa, my arms stretched out invitingly.
A little unsteady, she walked around the sofa, dropped the bear, climbed onto my lap, sat on it, clutched me with her skinny arms and leaned against me. She turned her head slightly to the side and was then resting against my chest. I stroked her back a little unsure - hopefully in a calming way.
There I was. Sitting on the sofa while a small, tired eight-year-old girl was sitting on my lap, hugging me in an unusually intimate way. I couldn't help myself, but I could feel a certain touch. It was something special when a child is trusting you so much. I had never been so close to her before and had to say that I was enjoying the warmth and the confident embrace. I could smell the shampoo in her hair. She had a shower today after returning from Hollow's Grave.
A little embarrassed I understood that her nightgown was only covering her sides and now she was sitting on me with her naked pussy. But it wasn't that bad. As I told you before, I didn't care for children then.
I felt something wet on my chest, and her arms slipped off my back. I looked down and could see that she was salivating from her slightly opened mouth.
She was asleep.
"Are you sure you need to reach this far?"
"If you want to understand what has happened and why, yes."
"Well, we've got time. Another coffee?"
"Thank you very much."
I must have fallen asleep myself. You know, there's something incredibly soothing about it when such a little kid is resting against you asleep.
Anyway, I woke up by a moan.
At first, I didn't even know where I was. It was still dark outside, and Nina was still sitting on me. She had turned around, opened a browser window on my computer and had looked for something. And there was no parental lock here!
"Girls fun" was what she had been looking for. And found girls offering "fun". You know what I mean? Good.
There in the browser window ran a video of a young blonde riding a guy with a giant dick. Her face was distorted and showed the typical facial expression of a woman who faked as if she had never had better sex before.
I reached past Nina and closed the device. The artificially lustful sounding moaning stopped.
Silence reigned. Did you know that there are different kinds of silence? There's the peaceful silence, which is just silent. Then there's the uncomfortable silence. The calm silence after the catastrophe happened. The heavy silence during particularly hot weather. This waiting room silence where no one dares to say anything.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Changes last made on: Wednesday, August 22, 2018