Where it happened: School
Langauge: English (North America)
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Alright, this is a pretty awkward confession, and this happened when I was 11, and the lady involved was 9. So if that makes you overly uncomfortable, I advice clicking that nice little “Back” button in what is probably the upper-left corner of your browser. Also, this is not a porno. I will not go into vivid detail about the act itself, mostly just talking about the events leading up to it and the events afterwards.
Since I was 11 at this time, I don’t remember every detail. Some parts may be vague, and some minor parts may be dead wrong.
I was in elementary school. This girl, we will call her Mous, had somewhat of a crush on me. She was 9 when the “main event” took place. She was pretty for her age, especially since I had just gotten out of the “Eww, girls” stage about a year before. However, she had a crush on me before I got out of that stage. She would try to talk to me or play with me on the playground, but I would run away, not wanting to get “cooties” or whatever we were saying those days. She would always chase me, but as it got further into the year, she was much less energetic about it, and she kinda seemed sad looking back on it. Nothing eventful happened other than that, skip to summer.
Over the summer, I lost the “girls are gross” mentality (Thank you, Internet). I’m not gonna go into the rest of my summer, because it was mostly just me screwing around, learning about computer software.
Next school year begins, and I can’t help but look at every girl I knew in a different light than before. Not to say that I was a little perv, I was mostly just… Astounded by the beauty I was surrounded by and didn’t even notice until then.
First part of the first day goes as well as they ever do, and now it’s recess. Mous starts running at me, expecting me to run. However, I couldn’t do anything but stare. At that age, to me, she was gorgeous. And the whole time before that, I had been running from her. I felt like an idiot.
She had gotten over to where I was playing, and she looked confused that I didn’t run. I looked at her and said,
“Hey, Mous.”
It was a simple greeting. However, to her, it was like I had just given her an entire bag of Halloween candy. I don’t remember much of the conversation, but I did learn a lot about her. I do remember that she was a surprisingly deep thinker. Seriously, she was like a little philosopher. So, for pretty much every recess, we would just sit there and talk about… well, life. Death. Things little kids don’t normally talk about. We were seen as the “weird” kids, but we didn’t mind.
Then, the end of the year came. Mous and I were in the gym, waiting for our respective buses to arrive. I had to go to the bathroom, so I did.
Now, this particular bathroom was not like most school bathrooms. It wasn’t a room with a few stalls. It was just one room behind the kitchen, with one toilet and a sink, and no lock.
As I was washing my hands, someone opens the door and comes in. I turn my head towards them, and see Mous. She walked over to me, and there was an awkward silence for a few seconds. Then, she just stands on a nearby stool and kisses me on the lips. As someone who was 11, this was a pretty big deal to me. As I was about to ask her what that was for, she started taking off her shirt. Having been on the Internet all summer, I kinda knew what to expect.
I was wrong.
Seeing a topless female, in person, was much more… astounding. There was just a beauty to it that pictures on the ‘Net don’t convey. Of course, being 9, she didn’t look like a supermodel or anything. She had a rather large chest for her age. By that, I mean she actually had noticeable bumps. Other than that, she looked like a typical girl of her age, but her face was just… I don’t even know. Even looking back at my yearbook, she still looks adorable, more-so than other girls in her class.
Being a male in the presence of a naked female, a certain part of me grew aroused, which wasn’t rare since my first encounter with a softcore XXX site. Apparently, she noticed this, and she came over and unzipped my pants.
I asked her what she was doing, and she said she saw this in some of her mom’s movies.
Trying to type the rest of this in further detail feels wrong to me, since she’s 9.
Basically, we had sex. She knew what would be coming for her first time, so she muffled her scream of pain into my chest.
There was some blood, and she was in pain, and I didn’t really know what happened. I had never had an orgasm before that, and Mous was in pain, and I thought it was my fault she was in pain, I didn’t know it was anatomy’s fault. I hugged her, tried to comfort her as much as an 11 year old knows how to, and she eventually settled down. We just sat there for a few minutes in silence, me hugging her still.
I heard one of the teachers yell that the bus I rode had arrived. Mous said “I love you.” I kissed her, and I ran out of the restroom. I got on my bus, and went home.
Next year, I was looking forward to spending time with Mous again. But, she wasn’t there. I was rather depressed for a time, but I got better.
A year ago, I was looking through yearbooks, and I saw her. I got the brilliant idea of searching for her on Facebook, and I found her. It turns out she moved to a different part of the state. I want to talk to her about what happened, but… How does one simply bring that up? What if she doesn’t remember? So, as it stands, we are just online acquaintances.
That is the story of the first, and so far my only, time I have ever had sex.
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