Where it happened: My house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
A neighbor girl of about 9 named Mary sometimes visited after school to play with my kid brother. I told her she was pretty, especially her long, chocolate-brown hair. When her big brother, a friend of mine, yelled at her to scram, which he did a lot, I said I wished Mary was MY sister. Mary liked me for treating her nicely like a big kid and she decided to get physical, in a way, with me.
One spring afternoon my brother was out of the room so I asked Mary if she’d like to watch TV with me. Recognizing this was a chance to touch, she said, “Yes, if you let me put my head in your hands.” Mary sat herself on the floor in front of me and lay back against my shins to place her pretty head and hair in my hands. I stroked her hair with my fingers for a long time and pulled it into a high ponytail. This was really arousing and my dick grew into a terrific erection. I didn’t mention that to her, or until now, to anybody ever. She stayed with me through the TV show, half an hour.
Mary began visiting more often, still supposedly to see my brother but really to have me fondle her head and hair. For me it was important that nobody other than maybe my brother was around, which wasn’t often. First I had to comb her hair and then I could stroke it or braid it or whatever. It gave me such a strong hard-on that my face was visibly pale, which my parents noticed once. Of course she was too young to approach about relieving this stress, so to speak. Besides, the cops would love to bust a boy for molestation or worse no matter how willing a playmate Mary might have been.
I asked Mary not to tell anyone about what we did together but one weekend day when she was leaving with everybody there she blurted happily that she would return later to have me “play with my hair.” I expected to be ordered not to touch her but instead my mother asked me to put a barrette in her own hair when I was alone in the car with her. I’m not gay and if you thought I was, it shows why I was nervous about having anybody discover what was going on.
Once I braided Mary’s hair into a pair of neat pigtails that I liked on her a lot but I took them out again. I knew Mary’s family well but if they thought their precocious flirt was physically interested in me, and vice versa, they never mentioned it. Then for the summer they cut her hair very short, in a shag. That removed our shared physical point of contact. She grew her hair long again when I saw her as a teenager but her previous cuteness had diminished and anyway by then I was screwing bigger girls.
I know this isn’t a first-intercourse story but for me (and I’m sure for her) it’s still a pleasant memory of my first time fondness developed into shared sensual physical enjoyment. This is all true, unlike at least parts of some other stories here, I suspect. Anyway, I hope you liked reading this one.
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