Where it happened: her house,her bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 4
Category: Straight
We were visiting these people my parents knew in another state. They had a son a few years older than myself, as well as a pretty daughter who was about a year older than I was. Even at an early age we liked each other; my staring at her constantly when we would sit on the floor and color.
One day I was in her brother’s room when he had one of his friends over. They were talking about something and I was bored.
There was a drawing he had done taped to his wall, tha looked like an archery target with a drop of something coming from the middle of it. I asked them what it was and they told me it was a girl. I didn’t kow if they were ribbing me or not, so I left the room and went to see his sister.
She invited me in her room and told me to close the door. We sat on her bed and talked awhile, before I said I wanted to hug her. She saw nothing wrong with this and we held each other.
I told her I wanted to see her underwear and she agreed to show it to me, provided I do the same for her. After we did this, I told her I wanted to see what was under her underwear. When she showed it to me, I noticed it did not look anything like the picture in her brother’s room at all. She said “let me see yours,” after my doing so, she said, “It looks something like my brother’s.”
Our puppy love was strong and we decided to feel each other’s parts, as well as her leting me stroke her pretty blonde hair which flowed down to a litle below her shoulders (none yet on her pussy, but at that age, not only did I not know about it yet, but I wouldn’t have cared anyway!)
We felt each other up, then deciding that we wanted to taste eah other in our special spots. She giggled when I licked her pussy and I held her head of gold hair wen she did me. All either of us knew (an eight year old boy and a nine year old girl,) was that what we were ding felt good and that we “loved each other.”
Soon there was a knock on her bedroom door. One of her parents wanted to know if we were in there, andwhe she answered that we were playing a game, she was answered with
“that’s nice honey! The two of you have a nice time! Well be out on the patio if you want us!”
We wrote letters to each other until we were teenagers; my mom calling her my “little girlfriend,” even though I only saw her once again when I was twelve and then again after we were both in our twenties.
By the time we were grown,she had changed. She became a big flirt and liked to fool around with anything in pants. It wasn’t long before she was sticking her ass and pussy at me when we were alone, yet she would tell her friends when we all went out together that I meant nothing to her but was just a friend; her picking fights with me in public and turning all of them against me.
This nutty girl would send me gushy love letters and call me long distance often, saying she loved me and missed me. Then one Valentine’s Day she sent me all the letters I had ever sent her (going all the way back to when we were kids.) I called her long distance to fnd out what was going (she had moved in with two guys by then); her denying she was ever in love with me and that I was making the whole thing up. I told her to hold the phone away from her ear, then banged it down on her.
The last time I saw her, she had gotten fat and let her appearance go. She ended up marrying some jerk who had gotten her knocked up and her parents forced them to get married. I laughed as I thought of all the pretty girls I now flirted with whom I would meet jus about everywhere I went. Her loss.
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