"Okay, when I was thirteen: Jared was the first guy who ever touched me down there, well anywhere for that matter, and he was the first guy I ever touched. I knew him from the neighbourhood. You know, everybody knows everybody to some degree in a small neighbourhood. We used to hang out in the park there, my girlfriends and me, and he'd be running around playing football with his buddies.

We were young, but we were already into boys. Who did everyone like? Who had everyone kissed? What parts of a guy had everyone seen naked? We used to sit around on the play structure there and talk about it, just watching the guys play football. They ignored us for the most part, thinking we were just little kids talking about Barbies or something. Little did they know we were telling each other stories about who saw their older sister feeling up her boyfriend in the basement den, and who found a used condom in their older cousin's bedroom waste basket. We were little sex fiends even at that age. A lot of girls are.

Anyway, we used to dare each other to go up and talk to the older boys but no one ever had the nerve. We'd giggle and groan and make up every excuse in the book, but in the end we were all just too scared. But then one day their football came bouncing over to where we were sitting. Jared came trotting over with his t-shirt around his waste -- so hot! -- and picked it up. Our giggling little gossip session stopped all at once and it was so obvious we had been talking about him.

'What are you girls talking about?' he says, and out of the blue, for no reason at all I'm like, 'we're talking about dicks.' My friends squealed and turned so red. They almost wanted to run away, but instead they just fell down laughing and hiding their faces. It was no big deal, looking back on it, but at the time it was such a shock for me to say that to Jared who was like two years older than all of us.

So Jared's like, 'and what are you saying about them, little girl?' and I go, 'dicks are hot. I love dicks, ' just as plain as day, like I was talking about the weather or something. He just raised his eyebrow and trotted away, but I noticed him look me up and down before he went. I couldn't believe it. I was a skinny little kid, with barely any curves at all at that point, but he was checking me out, and he nodded at me. Of course my girlfriends noticed too and they all squealed like a bunch of maniacs after he was gone. Anyway, after that I was like the crazy one who would do anything. I wasn't really, but they all thought I was. They looked up to me and that felt good, so I went along with it.

They used to dare me to do crazy things like pulling my shorts down under the play structure and exposing my naked ass. It was silly, I know, but at the time it was very daring. Nobody was even around, but my heart was pounding like mad. I pulled my shorts and panties down and wiggled my bare naked ass out in the open air beneath the play structure, behind this little wall that's underneath there. They all squealed and laughed and cheered me on. It was so funny, and so exciting at the same time. I just about wet myself. In the back of my mind I was wishing Jared was there to see me, but I knew damn well if he had been there I'd never had even done that in the first place. I was a big chicken.

Another time they got me make a prank phone call to some random guy and talk dirty to him. I did it from a pay phone with them all crowded into the booth listening. The guy answers, just some random guy, and I'm like, 'how you doin', baby? I wish I could do it with you right now. Do you wanna come do it with me?' -- really stupid general stuff that didn't even make sense, but we thought it was so sexy at the time. He was like, 'Who is this? How old are you?' and I was like, 'I'm old enough to know what you want, big boy. You wanna do it with me. I know you do, and I want it too.' Of course back then we barely had an idea what doing it really meant, but we knew it had to do with getting naked together and the penis going into the vagina. That's about all we knew. Anyway, the guy hung up on me, some old dude, he sounded like he was in his thirties or something. It was so funny.

It was around that time that our curves started developing and boys really started to notice us. Our little games stopped being so silly and got more serious. We made a bet with each other, who could be the first to kiss a boy for real. It didn't matter who it was, as long as it was a boy, and as long as it was a real kiss -- like, 'for more than a peck, ' as my friend Janie put it, and it had to be on the lips. That's how Jared and I got together, because of that stupid bet.

We all wandered around for weeks trying to find someone to kiss us. One girl, Carrie, went and started flirting with her older brother's friend, another girl named Trish went after a boy from school, Janie even tried to work on this guy she knew from her family's church. I just hung out in the park, watching the boys play football, and daydreaming that I could get my first kiss from Jared. I didn't even know his name at that point, but I had a huge crush on him. I couldn't imagine kissing anyone else.

Anyway, the boys were playing football as usual, and I overheard one of the guys say 'Hey Jared, there's you're little girlfriend, all by herself. Why don't you go get her number?' He laughed with them, but I swooned inside hoping he'd at least come and talk to me. Jared! His name was Jared. Now my fantasies had a name.

I sat there all day -- it was a Saturday -- staring at Jared's muscles, his motions, his hair, his butt, listening to his laughter, hearing his aggressive grunts and growls as he tackled and was tackled by others. My little panties were soaked by the end of the day, and I just sat there, pretending to read this little book I'd brought along with me. Finally the game broke up and all the guys went their separate ways. Jared came walking over to where I was sitting and was about to go right by me, offering me only a little nod and a grin. I was terrified that I'd waited all day for a chance to talk to him and he was about to walk right on by. It was my only chance!

'Hey, Jared, ' I said to him. How clever of me. I'd figured out what his name was.

'Hey, little girl. Still thinking about dicks over here, all by yourself?'

I blushed hot and red, but I was as bold as ever, seizing on the chance I'd waited for all damn day.

'Maybe, ' I said.

'Whose dick are you thinking about today?' he asked me, stopping to wait for my answer.

'Whose should I be thinking about?' I answered with a coy little smirk. My heart was pounding and my hands were shaking like crazy.

'You can think about mine if you want, ' Jared said, and then he grabbed his package in one hand and shook it at me from inside his shorts. I almost died right there. I tried to think of something clever to say, but I was dumbstruck.

'Maybe I will, ' I said.

He grinned at me, knowing he was making me squirm, but I smiled right back at him and gave my hair a little flip in his direction. He just stood there staring at me, and I waited for him to say something else. Please! Say anything! Just don't leave!

'Have you ever even seen a dick before?' he asked me, with obvious doubt in his voice.

'I've seen pictures, ' I lied. The most I'd ever seen were drawings on bathroom walls that looked more like long letter U's with slits in the end. I'd also seen Sam's dick, but that didn't count. It was a tiny little eleven-year-old-boy thing, and not even hard.

'I thought you said you love dicks, ' he said. 'But you've never even seen one.'

'So!' I said. It was the lamest come-back ever, but just looking him in the eyes made me feel like a lost little girl.

'If you ever saw a dick for real, you'd probably run away screaming, ' he said, with a mocking laugh. I was a little burned by that and finally came up with a good come-back.

'If I saw a dick for real, I would be screaming for a whole different reason.'

'Oh, really?' he said, raising his eyebrows in doubt.

'Yeah, really, ' I said back.

'And what would that reason be?' he asked.

'Cause I'm a screamer, ' I said as though it were a matter of fact. I didn't know much about sex, but I knew that a screamer was a girl who screams during sex cause it's driving her so wild. I'd heard my friend's brother talking about it with his buddy one day. It seemed like a good line to use on Jared.

'You're a screamer?' he said. 'You haven't even seen a dick. How do you know if you're a screamer?'

I peered at him with a defiant squint. 'When I do see one and stuff, I'm sure I'll be a screamer, when the time comes. I love dicks.'

I was right too. First time I got laid, I screamed like a little whore.

'Big talk from such a little girl, ' Jared said.

'You asked, ' I replied.

'You wanna see one right now?' he says to me, and I damn near died again. My heart just about quit on me. I swear. All my cocky confidence suddenly evaporated all at once and my insides turned to hot bubbling goo. I wasn't even sure if he was serious or not, but just hearing the words come out of his mouth was enough to break my brain right there on the spot. I just stared at him for a long time and he grinned back at me, glancing around and grabbing his package once again. It looked like a huge bulge to my innocent little eyes, and I was starting to tingle in my lady place, as my mom calls it.

'Didn't think so, little girl, ' he said, as though he thought he'd beaten me.

'Whip it out, ' I said, swallowing a lump of terror that seemed to be rising in my throat. Was it even me talking? I seemed to be outside myself, watching the whole scene.

'You really want me to?' he said. 'Cause I'm serious. I will, if you're not chicken.'

'Go ahead, ' I said, barely able to draw in enough breath to say the words. My voice was little more than a whisper.

'I'll show it to you if you want, right here and now. I really will.'

And I'm like, 'Yeah, right. As if you would, ' and he looks around again and walks over and ducks under the play structure, where I'd flashed my ass a few weeks before, and I was sitting there thinking, 'Oh my God! He's really serious!'

'Come on down here, then' he says. 'I'll show it to you right now. I got a hard-on even.'

I didn't entirely know what a hard-on was at that point. I only had this vague idea of a balloon being filled with air and rising from a limp little dangling thing, to a long tube shape. Our sex-ed teacher used a balloon to try to explain it and the image stuck with me. Mostly we all giggled at her blowing on this thing that she told us represents a guy's dick.

But anyway, I hopped down from the structure, looked around to see if anyone was around, and then I joined Jared under the play structure. He was grinning like the cat who ate the canary and I was so scared I almost passed out, but I was morbidly curious as well, and so in love with the boy I would have done anything he'd asked of me, right there on the spot with barely a whisper of hesitation. If he'd only known. He could have gotten anything and everything from me, maybe even popped my cherry right there in the dirt, if he'd known how smitten I was with him.

Anyway, I sat down on the sand, leaning back against the wooden wall where my girlfriends and I had our gossip sessions all the time. He takes one last look around -- no one's there -- and he yanks the front of his sweat pants down, underwear and all. His dick comes bouncing out in front of me like a long thick wiener, pointed right up at my face. Holy shit! My eyes were popping out of my head. My heart was flipping over like a gymnast doing a mat routine, and my lady place was humming steadily with those crazy little tingles I was telling you about.

Jared held his cock by the root and waved it up and down in front of my eyes, holding his pants down below it with the other. It looked like about one and a half hand-grips long, and about as thick as a banana. I was hypnotized instantly. I couldn't tear my eyes away.

'What do you think?' he says, and I'm like, 'It's nice.' I didn't know how to tell him it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen my whole life and that I wanted to jump all over him right then and there. It was all round and shiny and smooth and hard. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch it, but I couldn't have forced myself to move even if my ass was on fire. I was terrified and awestruck at the same time.

So finally he puts it away and I'm finally able to tear my eyes away and look up at his face again, all wow in my eyes.

'What do you think?' he asks me again, and I just say, 'It's nice, ' again, but I couldn't stop glancing down at the bulge in his sweats, and God help me, I couldn't stop licking my lips.

'Wanna see it again?' he says, and whips it out again before I even answer. Of course my eyes drop down again and are locked on it until he puts it away again. Suddenly he's teasing me, pulling it out, putting it away, over and over again, and I'm nodding my head up and down like a puppet, looking from his face to his dick, from his face to his dick, hypnotized like a chicken. He just laughs and pulls it out again. Then he looks around again -- nobody's there -- and he grabs my hand and puts it on his dick. I pulled my hand away like I got bit. The touch of it was electric though. It was so soft in that split second I'd felt it -- like a baby's skin, and so hot to the touch!

'Go ahead and touch it. It's okay. I won't tell nobody.'

I'm just about crying right then, I was so crazy-excited. I shook my head no, but he took my hand again and put it back on his dick. I didn't resist whatsoever. It was obvious my argument was purely for show. It was obvious I wanted nothing more than to grab his dick and stroke it and play with it all damn day. I just sat there, holding it in between my thumb and two fingers, not moving, and he took my hand and closed it around his shaft.

'There you go, ' he said. 'Don't be scared.'

I was terrified. We were right in the middle of a playground in the middle of the afternoon. No one was around, but oh my god! I was touching a guy's dick!

'Ah, your hand feels so nice, ' he said, and that's about when I began to realize that he was just as nervous as I was. His voice was shaking a bit, his hands were trembling, and he kept glancing around like the police would tackle him at any second or something. I found that so odd, that he would be as nervous as I was, but at the same time it gave me a little more confidence, knowing that he was as scared as I was. I suddenly reached up with my other hand and grabbed onto it with both hands like it was a rope I was supposed to pull or something. I ran my hands up and down it with a look of awe on my face and he flinched and shuddered. My mouth dropped open in surprise.

'What?' I asked him, all panicked. 'Does that hurt?'

And he's like, 'No way! It feels awesome! Keep doing that.'

So I did. I wrapped both hands around it and stroked it softly along its length, feeling it, exploring it, enjoying its size and shape and texture. It was the first time I'd ever handled a cock, and I completely agreed with him. It did feel awesome. I could feel its heat, its pulse, its smooth velvet skin. I could feel the hardness of it and the sponginess of its soft little plum head. I stroked it up and down barely touching it, and he shivered all over again, drawing in a sharp breath like he'd been bitten.

'Yeah, keep doing that, ' he said, apparently drifting away into some blissful trance as I sat there stroking his dick.

'What? This?' I said, and I kept on doing it, running my hand up and down its length, gripping it and pumping it more boldly now, pulling its skin over its head like a little turtleneck sweater. He nodded vigorously and grabbed onto the wooden railing behind him for balance. Whatever I was doing was getting an adorable reaction from him, so I kept right on doing it, wanting him to adore me.

I ran my fingers down and fondled his bag too. It was soft and velvety, covered in soft little hairs that tickled my fingers as I brushed them over his skin. I felt his balls inside there, and I fondled them curiously. He nodded his head, and closed his eyes, and I smiled wickedly, half terrified about the whole situation, but deliriously excited at the same time. I was letting out these excited little panting sounds without even noticing, just all 'uh... uh... uh... ' at him, and he's just whimpering like a baby, and I'm feeling like a goddess and like an insignificant little bug at the exact same time. I just kept playing with his dick and balls, trying to please him, trying to make him like me, but also, just enjoying the perverse experience of exploring my first cock.

'Oh, God. Oh, God, ' he started saying, and suddenly he went all red in the face, tensed up like he'd been stabbed, and shot out all this white goop right into my fucking face. Ha ha! Splooge! I wasn't ready for it at all, but I took my first cumshot right in the left cheek and up across my nose. I jumped back and pulled my hand away in shock, but he grabbed it again and begged me not to stop. My mouth dropped open in shock, and if you didn't know any better you would have sworn I was trying to catch a taste of it across my tongue too. I wasn't of course, I was honestly horrified, but it's kinda funny now looking back on it. What would I have done if it got in my mouth? I was already stunned that it was shooting out like that at all.

So anyway, I gave him a couple more yanks and squirmed in terror as the jets of white goo came spurting out of him. I had no idea what it was and was honestly frightened by it. I didn't let go of him though. He seemed to be in some sort of agonized bliss. He just stood there, head thrown back, eyes shut, squirting this slimy stuff all over my face, my neck, my shirt and then down on my pants, and gasping like he'd been shot. I was terrified. I honestly thought I'd damaged him somehow, but he didn't want me to stop. Finally he was finished and pulled my hand away with a shudder. I looked down at myself. I was a mess, covered in all this stringy white sticky slimy goo. I cringed, wrinkling my nose like he'd barfed on me or something. He looked down on the mess he'd made of me and just chuckled, still drunk with the pleasure of coming.

'What the hell?' I asked, swiping a gob of it off my jaw. 'What is this?'

'I came, ' was all he said, and then he laughed gleefully. 'You made me come. Holy shit that was nice.'

'It felt good?' I asked. 'You looked like you were dying.'

'It felt amazing!' he said. 'You're really good at that, you know.'

'I am?' I asked. I honestly had no idea. Apparently the whole explosion was perfectly normal. Not only normal, but incredibly enjoyable for him, and for me too, once I thought back on it later.

'Look how much I came! It's all over you!' he said.

It really was too, from my face, all the way down to my knees in thick ropey streaks, hanging off me in strings and splotches, living proof of his apparent affection for me, and more importantly, my new-found skill at handling a cock. Something clicked inside me in that moment and suddenly there was no other thought in my mind but to make that stuff come out of him again. And then again, and again, and again, until he had no more left. Him and every other guy who would let me. I was hooked.

There I was, supposed to just get a kiss from a boy, and I'd already gone further than any of the other girls would for years to come.

'So you really liked it?' I asked, pleading for praise.

'Well, d'uh!' he said, mocking my innocence without even realizing it. For some reason he simply assumed I had done that before and knew all about it already. I didn't though. I was stunned by the whole experience, but happy as a lottery winner nevertheless, sitting there with his come all over me, the boy I loved more than anyone in the world at that point.

I swallowed nervously and smiled up at him with a naughty little twinkle in my eyes.

'Do you want me to do it again, Jared?' I suggested. 'I mean, if you want me to, I will. It was kinda fun.'

To my dismay, he shook his head.

'Nah. I'm good. Thanks.'

'But you liked it, right? I did a good job, right? How come you don't wanna do it again?' I asked like a pathetic little puppy dog.

'We better get you cleaned up, ' he said. 'You can't go home like that.'

'I'll say it's ice cream, ' I said, but he just laughed.

'Ice cream doesn't smell like that.'

He was right. It had a strong smell to it. He used his shirt to wipe me clean, from my face on down to my lap. He was very careful and affectionate about it and I just sat there staring into his eyes with a confused little smile, trying to act like everything was completely normal and I was cool as a cucumber. There were still big wet stains on my shirt and pants, and a funny smell, but he told me to run straight to my room and change when I got home, and throw the clothes straight into the laundry so my mom didn't find them.

He was about to leave, but I stopped him, bold as ever, and now even bolder.

'Wait, ' I said.

He turned to look me in the eye.

'Can I have a kiss?' I asked.

He looked around again, leaned in and kissed me on the lips, long and slow. No tongues or anything, but it was still beautiful — everything I'd always dreamed of, except for the strong smell of his cum in the air. He finally broke away and patted me on the head.

'I'll see you around, kid, ' he said. 'Thanks for doing that. It was awesome.'

'It's Danielle, ' I told him. 'My name's Danielle.'

'That was the best, Danny, ' he said, and I just about fainted again.

Then he was gone.

I sat there in a daze for a long time, and then I went off to tell my friends the story. They of course didn't believe me, but I showed them the wet, funny-smelling stains I had on my clothes to prove it. Then they all screamed and fell all over the place like a rock star had just left the room. It was the proudest moment of my life."

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