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They say that you will never forget the first time. Well, when you live in a dull, town where nothing exciting seems to happen, and your first time is the highlight of your entire life, it certainly makes it difficult. Even more so, though, when the first time is at age ten with your sixteen-year-old babysitter. At age ten boys do not generally think in terms of “that girl is hot” or “I want to hit her up”. They leave that to the teenagers. But I guess I got started a little early, because I was certainly into it. Having already gotten to second base by then, my eyes had been opened to the wide, wide, wide world of girls. Even that could not prepare me for that warm summer evening of June 21st.
It was the beginning of a great summer. School was just out, I would be going to middle school next year (though I didn’t have to worry too much about it just yet), and I was geared up for a fun-packed summer. My parents decided that night would be a good night to go out. As they didn’t go out much, I had no regular babysitter, so my parents called a couple friends for recommendations. Natalie was her name, and she was available at the right time, for the right amount of money, in the right area. Perfect. My parents must have thought.
She arrived soon after, dropped off by her own parents. My parents said their good-byes and headed out. I was left alone with her. She was rather small for her age. No more than 5’ and less than 100 lbs. She had silky brown hair tied back in a ponytail and shimmering emerald eyes. The seemingly confident bounce in her step intrigued me, but only for the short length of my attention span.
She made me some dinner, after which I went back to watching TV as she read her book. I don’t know what book, but it must’ve been something amazing to put someone like her in the kind of mood she ended up in. After a bit I went to take a shower. I informed her that in our house, when someone is taking a shower and someone else runs water, it makes the shower water extremely hot and could burn the person in the shower. She said fine and continued to read her book. I undressed got in the shower, and let the water flow over me.
I was in the shower when she slowly creaked the door open.
“Marty?” she called.
“Yes?” I answered.
“I just ate some of the barbecued chicken and I was thinking that maybe I could stick my hands into the water there to wash them so I don’t have to turn any water on. Okay?” she said.
“Ummm……okay……..” I replied.
I moved aside to let her stick her hands inside. She promptly thrust them behind the curtain with such force that she slipped forward and soaked half of her white blouse and her hair.
“Oh no!” she cried. I simply stood there, not knowing quite what to say. “Well, I guess I better take this off,” she half-mumbled to herself, and slowly unbuttoned and removed her blouse.
“Well, maybe I should just give my hair a little rinse while I’m here then,” she continued. She undid her pony tail, revealing a magnificent head of hair, and leaned her head in. She was not looking at me but at the floor, closing her eyes. As she leaned in again she slipped, this time falling completely into the tub, narrowly missing landing on her head and soaking all her remaining clothing.
“Ooh! Can you believe this? Well, I’m not going to be able to wear these like this,” she said, taking off all of her dripping clothes and throwing them into the dryer.
“I might as well be taking a shower with you, huh?” she asked. “Do you mind?”
At that point I was far too struck by disbelief to have hoped to regain any speaking ability any time soon. Partly frightened, partly intimidated, I slowly shook my head to signify that, although I didn’t know what to say, I did not mind.
She entered the shower and let the warm water trickle down her body, her smooth skin glistening in the water. She slowly turned around as the water engulfed her, almost as if it were in slow motion. I was devoid of all possibility of speech. I had never seen anything like it before. I finally pulled myself out of the trance and realized I was staring. I looked away as she grabbed the soap of the shelf and began scrubbing her arms, and then looked to me.
“Would you mind,” she said with the sweetest, most innocent voice she could muster, “just scrubbing my legs a little? Please?”
I said nothing, but looked at her for a moment, took the sponge, kneeled, and began scrubbing between her knee and her ankle. After a moment, she said in the same sweet voice “Umm…..if you could go just a little higher?” And so I did, to just above her kneecap.
I heard a faint giggling, presumably coming from her, when she said “Umm…..just a liiiiitlle bit higher, if you don’t mind.”
I went an inch or two higher, and heard a more pronounced giggle.
“Actually,” she said, in a slightly more teenage tone, “what I mean is riiiiiiight…….,” she grabbed my hand and pulled it up, “here.”
I looked up, and saw that she had placed my hand between her legs where it could go no higher. She simply giggled as I looked up at her with what I can only imagine as being the largest my eyes have ever been, and stood up, staring into her deep emerald eyes. She was hardly taller than I was.
“Come on,” she said, still giggling slightly, “I know you want to. I’ll show you how, if you want.” Still I remained silent, but went along with what she did and told me to do.

“Here. Put your hands here, and here,” she instructed, pointing in between her legs to the back of her thighs, “and when I count to three you lift me up against the wall. One, two, three!”
I lifted her with surprising ease. She put her feet up against the walls on the sides of the shower area, which were hardly three feet apart.
“See? You’re ready to go,” she said with a grin, nodding between my legs. “Well, all you really have to do is an up and down sort of motion. You can do other stuff too. Like grab my ass, or do something with these or something,” She continued, looking down at her chest. She sighed, closed her eyes and said, “Whenever you’re ready.”
I didn’t start right away, but looked up at her closed eyes. Today I would give a lot to know what she was seeing in her mind right then. The first few thrusts were very awkward. It was a strange, but oddly exciting feeling. It was nothing like nights by myself. It was much, much better………
Through her steady heavy breathing I obtained a rhythm and decided to expand a bit. I grabbed her ass, and simply leaned my head against her chest, which she then clenched her arm around and held tight in it’s place, breathing harder each time.
Everything seemed to blend together to make one beautiful picture, an effect I imagine some drugs must have. I lost perception of time, and I do not know how long passed before I actually reached a climax. It seemed the next instant that she was already out of the shower drying herself off, the next putting her clothes on, and the next I stood alone in the shower, staring at the back wall, where she had been moments ago.
When the hot water started running out and the shower became cold I came back to my senses and turned off the water. Somehow I did not feel so clean. Slowly and in silence I changed, slowly and in silence I walked out of the bathroom and slowly, and in silence, I walked towards my bedroom, passing her along the way as she read her book. She did not look up at me, and I did not look at her. I stared straight ahead and continued to my bedroom where I got into my bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. I heard my parents arrive, Natalie leave, and my parents go to bed, and did not take my eyes off the ceiling until the early hours of the morning.

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