I was young when I first discovered how much I liked touching girls. And, at the same time, letting them touch me.
The first time I was a little confused when a girl reached down my pants. I won’t say how young we were (not trying to get in trouble for the “wrong genre”) but she was a year older than I was and we were playing at a school near my house. We ended up in the sand box and she just reached over and put her hand down there, inside my clothes and against my suddenly tingling skin.
I didn’t say anything but then she pulled my pants down a little and leaned back to pull her shorts down. For some reason the sight of that part of her just made me think “Oh, that’s what my thing is for.”
She rubbed me some more and I touched her gently, I think we tried to put me in her a little but it really didn’t matter, we were just trying to figure things out. I remember we kissed a few times and I know I had my fingers all over her softest spots.
After a few minutes we stopped and got dressed. It only took us a few minutes to walk home but it seemed like a lifetime. I didn’t really know how to process what had happened but I knew I liked it and wanted it to happen again. It wasn’t until a little while later I realized we’d actually tried “sex.”
We got into trouble a day or two later because she ended up telling her older cousin what we had done. He got us together and told us to touch each other in front of him or he’d tell our parents. I refused so he did.
It was only later I found out that the only reason SHE had known what to do with me was because HE had been doing things with her. She told her mom everything after he told on us. I never saw either of them again.
Yes, I know this isn’t a happy-ending. I didn’t say it would be. Just a story of a very real event that (at the time) was wonderful and influenced my life immensely. I still think of her fondly and feel bad for her at the same time.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/g822ie/first_of_many_real_events_diary_entry