Bettina
Avery Sam
Bettina
by Avery Sam
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Manly Knights and Their Bold Adventures
Jens caught some movement out of the corner of his eyes, so he lowered his book just enough to peer over the top.
Sure enough, it was the neighbor girl - Belinda or Bettina. He couldn't quite remember her name as they'd only been introduced once in passing at the beginning of the summer.
Already, he'd seen her out on the common a few times playing with her hoop and stick. Today, she was meandering about, a brightly colored inflatable ball tucked under one arm.
It was strange, Jens thought to himself, that his vacation home on Sølvkyst Island had less privacy than his apartment right in the heart of Copenhagen. Despite the eye-watering prices of the houses, which mostly lay empty throughout the year, the architect had designed them to all back onto a long grassy common.
Perhaps the original idea was that extended families would vacation together and thus have no need of barriers between their homes, or maybe it was just that the wealthy assumed anyone who could afford to own property in such a place could be trusted.
Either way, the design made it easy for someone to wander over to where an esteemed writer and lecturer might be sitting in the shade of a linden tree and enjoying some peace and quiet while reading a book his colleague had written.
Although he truly was engrossed in the text, a historical thriller set in the heyday of Christian II's reign, Jens kept finding his gaze wandering over to the girl. She was seemingly moving around at random, occasionally tossing her ball into the air and then bounding after it, but he noted that her steps always seemed to take her a bit closer to him.
Perhaps she was just gathering up her courage, so to speak, but maybe this time she was going to be bold enough to come up and talk to him. Naturally, as a man of the world, one who had lived in five different countries and lectured at a dozen different universities, he recognized what was going on. It was a story as old as time itself.
Every young woman, at some point, discovers she has a magical power. Some call it sex appeal, while others prefer botanical metaphors like "blossoming" or "ripening," but there comes a day in every girl's life where she realizes that she has the power to turn heads.
At first, of course, that's more than satisfying. Jens had a feeling that her earlier perambulations in the week had been a kind of test, to see if her prancing around was enough to distract him from his book. He had seen right through this and made a deliberate effort to keep his eyes locked on the page, not having time to waste for anyone who wasn't ready for the next level.
Much like that little English boy who got sent away to a wizard school and discovered he had vast, latent powers, the next step for a young woman after successfully turning some heads was to cast her first spell, so to speak. A young wizard who is handed a wand can only resist so long before they need to point it at someone and say an incantation, to see if their magic is real or not.
Because getting attention is only the first half of a woman's power, the other half being seducing someone and then using that to propel them to previously unattainable heights. For women, their sex appeal was like a golden key, and once they find a suitable treasure box, you better believe they're going to try and unlock it to liberate the riches hidden inside.
Jens made a show of licking his finger and turning the page just so he could cast his gaze over and get another good look at the neighbor girl. Indeed, she was in a much bolder mood today, having swapped out her normal shorts for a pair so tiny and brief that the fabric would scarcely fill his palm, should he ever have an occasion to hold the garment in his hand.
Her shorts were the type that he knew were called boyshorts, although no boy would ever wear something that snug and tight, not unless he was on stage in the middle of a ballet, perhaps. As it was, the paleness of her skin made it hard to tell where her shorts began, which, he supposed, was the point, because if you weren't looking closely, it was as if she were naked from the waist down.
As for up top, that was a less striking story, but he supposed her lack of curves was largely responsible for that. With breasts that were scarcely bigger than a boy her age would have, she had little other choice than to wear a sleeveless top that left her midriff completely bare.
It was, in short, the perfect outfit, easily explained away as a suitable ensemble for the hot summer, but at the same time, it showed off her youthful body as much as possible, making it ideal for an attempt at seduction.
The neighbor girl let out a little squeal as her ball just so happened to roll within a few meters of his chair. Jens deliberately paid it no mind, curious to see if his hunch was right or if she was just an idle young woman enjoying a bit of exercise on the common.
Yet it was odd that she wasn't down at the beach, which is where he suspected the rest of her family were. What young woman would prefer a boring stretch of grass over the crashing surf and the siren call of the ice cream vendors that plied the coast?
No, the only reason to be out on the common in the heat of the afternoon was because he was there. He understood why she had chosen him as the target of what was most certainly her first attempt at seduction. With his graying hair and calm demeanor, he had been the focus of attention for many young women.
Whether girls consciously realized it or not, young men were innately prone to doing stupid, risky, and dangerous things. It was all part of the biological order, so when a man got to be his age, the very fact that he was still breathing proved that he had enough intelligence and/or skill to have survived the foolishness of his youth, and that right there, was enormously appealing.
Adding to that was his patience. Sitting there every afternoon, reading his book may not have looked like much to an outsider, but it was a demonstration of his self-resolve to those with an eye to noting that sort of thing. If he had glanced up at her and smiled at her the first time she'd come his way, or been so stupid as to try and flirt with her, she would've skipped off immediately.
Perhaps when she gets older, she would find it thrilling to be pursued. But for her first kill, she was on the lookout for tamer prey, one that was least likely to harm her if things backfired.
Furthermore, he knew she was using his apparent lack of interest as a way of calibrating her feminine power. Had he tried to charm her, she would have had no idea if he was responding to her specifically or if that was just his usual behavior with all women, and hence, there would be no mystique.
Ah, but to approach an older man, one who was calm, confident, and virile? It was a suitable test, indeed. Because it would mean that she would have to cast the spell to get things started. The only question, then, was whether or not he would respond.
If not, she might dash home and cry out her frustrations into her pillow, but then she'd move onto other game soon enough. If so, however, she'd know that her powers were fully functional.
"Oops!" said the neighbor girl as the ball just happened to roll just past his foot.
It was close enough that ignoring her would be rude, yet he knew not to take the bait too soon, so Jens lowered his book for a moment and gave her a bland, polite smile, the same kind of smile you'd give to an elderly woman with a hair growing out of the mole on her chin waving at you from her front stoop.
"My, it sure is hot today," said the neighbor girl, picking up her ball and tucking it under one arm.
Jens kept his face completely neutral so as to not give away the fact that he knew that the game had now started. If he wanted to, all it would take would be a scowl and a cross word for her to leave him alone, probably for the rest of the summer.
Logically, that was probably the smartest move, especially since he only had a week to unwind before getting back to his hectic schedule on the continent.
Yet there was something appealing about her despite her short hair and relatively lack of curves. Was it the brightness he could see flashing in her eyes? Was it the shapeliness of her legs that well-suited her petite build?
Or was it just the general aura of her youth, the magical elixir that all the gold in the world could never buy? Jens didn't know. Perhaps it was just the afternoon heat making his brain soft.
"Yes, very hot," said Jens, looking straight into her eyes for a moment before slowly returning his gaze to his book.
He knew he had timed his reaction perfectly when she paused for a moment and then spoke once again, determined to keep the conversation going.
"You're a writer, yes?" said the neighbor girl.
"Indeed, I am," said Jens with a little smile, lowering his book to his lap and looking at her, making sure to keep his gaze strictly above her neckline.
"That's neat," said the neighbor girl.
She then tossed her ball into the air and ran after it, giving him a brief moment to get a good look at her figure as she frolicked on the grass. Sure enough, those shorts she was wearing were so tight that he knew she wasn't wearing anything underneath them. She had intentionally set out in the most revealing clothes she owned for her afternoon playtime on the common.
Giving off little grunts and squeals that were completely unnecessary, the neighbor girl continued to chase her ball across the grass. This time, he let his eyes follow her for a moment but only until she saw that he was looking at her. Then he raised his book and pretended to read, although his ability to focus on the words was long gone.
Jens waited patiently for the neighbor girl to do the calculations necessary in order to figure out her next move. She'd successfully gotten his attention, but her revealing outfit and squeals had only garnered her a passing interest from him. If she really wanted to take this to the next level, she was going to have to raise the stakes.
Because of her youth, Jens wagered that she'd lose her nerve and move off down the common until she got to her house. After all, seducing a man who was old enough to be her father was a tall order, even for an inquisitive young woman brimming with desire to test out her powers.
But maybe it was the warm summer sun giving her the impetus to be bold because she soon circled back until she was underneath the tree that was directly in his line of sight.
"Whew, that's better," said the neighbor girl, stripping off her top and hanging it from a low-lying branch.
While it was true that half the females down on Perlestran Beach were probably topless at that very moment, what the neighbor girl had done was audacious on a whole other level. Frolicking in the waves or lying out on the sand without a top on was one thing, but stripping off your top when no one was around except you and a man you barely knew was something else.
Jens lifted his book for a moment to hide his smile. She'd gone and done it! She'd made her move, so everything after this was about being calm and gentle and not scaring her off. He didn't know the specifics of why she had chosen him, but whatever factors had gone into her calculations, she had settled on him as the target of her first genuine seduction attempt.
Jens let his open book rest on his lap as the neighbor girl resumed playing with her ball. There was no longer any reason to hide his interest, so he openly watched as she dashed this way and that, her firm, lithe body flexing easily in the bright sunlight.
With her top now gone, Jens could see that her breasts were developing, with just enough mass to give them that little jiggle that instantly riveted every straight man's attention from a kilometer away.
The neighbor girl smiled and laughed as if tossing up her ball into the air and running after it was the most enjoyable activity ever devised. But Jens knew why she was really grinning like that - she had cast her first spell, and it had been successful. She'd probably never had a man stare at her half-naked body before, and she was loving every second of it.
Still, though, she remained just inside the lines of what could be explained away as innocent behavior. Even if her mother or father came out of the house at that instant, she could say that she'd gotten warm and didn't want to get sweat all over her clothes.
There might be some yelling if her father was the protective sort, but so far, all that had happened was a man sitting in a chair reading a book close to where a girl was doing some sports.
Soon enough, the neighbor girl's ball came rolling his way once again. She picked it up and looked at him, her chest heaving in a way that he did not think was entirely natural. Surely, someone as young and as fit as her couldn't be so winded from chasing after a ball.
"Aren't you hot, too?" she said, watching him intensely with those blue eyes of hers.
The double entendre was crude, Jens thought, but he had to admit it was on point. He'd heard far clumsier attempts from women twice her age.
"Yes, I am starting to feel the heat," said Jens, intentionally keeping his gaze right on her face.
He wasn't sure what she was going to do in response to that, so he was a bit taken by surprise when she dropped the ball onto the grass and began doing some stretching exercises. She was so limber that she easily touched her bare feet with her hands, and it took Jens a minute to realize she was demonstrating how flexible she was.
It was a bit unnecessary on her part, but nonetheless, he felt the first stirring in his shorts when she turned and bent over, giving him a perfect view of her small but shapely derriere.
From this distance, he could just make out the outline of her lips through the thin fabric of her shorts. With her youthful good looks, what she was doing was overkill, but he had to admit it was definitely working.
"It's important to stretch so your muscles don't get a cramp," said the neighbor girl, turning to face him as she did some side stretches, reaching one arm over her head and bringing it down almost to her narrow waist.
"If you like, I have some chilled juice in the refrigerator," said Jens, making a small gesture toward his house behind him.
He then watched her closely to see how she'd respond to his offer, which could be interpreted in a number of different ways. Would she interpret it as an invitation to join him in the house? Probably not, simply because it would be too much of an escalation at that point.
"Great! I'll go and get it," said the neighbor girl, bounding off with a smile as he watched her go.
Ah, he thought to himself, she's far more savvy than she probably realizes. He'd given her an opening to go investigate his abode to learn more about what kind of person he was. Again, everything was still well within the realm of an innocent explanation. After all, offering a cold beverage on a hot day was a neighborly thing to do.
When she returned a few minutes later with a pitcher of juice and two glasses, he wasn't surprised. But what he hadn't counted on was that she was also carrying the crocheted blanket from his sofa in her other hand. She tossed the blanket onto the grass and then set the pitcher and glasses on the table next to his chair.
As she poured them both a glass of juice, she was so close that he could've reached out and touched her, and god knows, a part of him wanted to. He could feel the heat from her body and see the thin sheen of perspiration on her small but very perky breasts, and his cock responded with a resounding twitch of enthusiasm.
Without a word, the two of them clinked glasses, beaded condensation already forming on the outside. The neighbor girl then drank down every drop of her juice in three big swallows, giving him an unobstructed view of her top half. It was certainly a bold move, and the very audaciousness of it got his inner fires roaring hotter.
"Your juice is very tasty," said the neighbor girl, looking directly at him as she set down her empty glass.
Another excellent double entendre, which impressed him further. Jens smiled and reached for his own glass, and their fingers briefly brushed against one another, setting an electric fire racing across his skin. Luckily, his book was resting on his lap, or else she would've been able to see exactly what effect she was having on him.
As it was, Jens remained in the driving seat, so to speak. She had to know she had gotten his attention, but a couple of flirty comments was not going to be enough to move things past the pretence of an innocent encounter between neighbors. That is why he was not surprised when she went over to the blanket and spread it out on the grass before lying down on top of it.
She only glanced over once to ensure that he was still watching her, and then she pulled off her shorts, revealing her pussy, which was completely hairless except for a thin vertical strip.
Jens sipped on his juice and looked on with great interest as she rolled over onto her stomach and closed her eyes, looking for all the world like one of the beachgoers down at Perlestran, working on their tan.
Yet even without her moving a muscle, the game was now truly afoot. If someone happened to wander past, there was no longer any plausible innocent explanation as to why a naked girl was lying on a blanket just a few feet away from his chair.
Jens shifted his position, tugging at the fabric of his shorts to give his erect cock a little more space to breathe. His whole body was humming with anticipation, but he knew better than to leap out of his chair and throw himself on top of her. She was still in the process of calibrating her powers, and the wrong move too soon would send her fleeing back to her house even if she had started the whole thing.
As such, all he could do was sit there and admire the lovely form of her naked body, her long, well-muscled legs rising to that delicious curve of her ass. Her hair, although a bit too short for his liking, gleamed in the sun, and even her little feet called out to him in a way that was increasingly hard to resist.
The neighbor girl let out a little sigh as though she was luxuriating in the warm rays of the sun, but he knew it was a signal to test if he was still interested. Steadying his nerves as best as he could, Jens picked up his book and set it down on the table so she'd see the bulge in his shorts the next time she looked over.
After a minute or so, he watched as her eyes opened. She mimicked having just woken up, a little expression of surprise on her face as she gazed around and then finally pretended to notice him.
She then smiled and hopped up to her feet, brushing off invisible bits of grass from her legs as she bounded over to the table and poured herself another glass of juice from the pitcher.
"What's your name?" said Jens, surprised a bit to find that his throat had gone dry.
"Bettina," said the girl, looking at him over the top of her juice glass.
"That's a pretty name," said Jens, his pulse racing in his chest.
Bettina smiled, evidently pleased by his compliment. She then set her glass down on the table and picked up the book he had been reading.
"Did you write this?" she said.
"No, a colleague of mine did," said Jens, surprised to discover that he was babbling. The proximity of such an attractive young woman was causing his brain to short-circuit.
"What's it about?" said Bettina, looking over at him with a curious look on her face.
"Um, well, it's about, uh, I guess, a romance during the time of King Christian II," said Jens, unable to tear his gaze away from her.
"Romances are boring," pronounced Bettina with a grin as she set the book down on the table.
"Oh, yeah?" said Jens, finding himself at a loss for words.
"I prefer action stories," said Bettina, walking over and then taking a seat on his lap. "With manly knights and their bold adventures."