Hi, my name is Stephanie. When I was twelve a work friend of my father's came over with his family for dinner at our house. They had a fourteen year old boy and he and I went out to the garage to play ping pong. I had played all my life, anyway since I could look over the table and I beat him. He quit and wouldn't play with again. I was also better than him on the guitar, and I played cards better than him. He grabbed me by the neck and bent me over and called me a little shit. He didn't let me go for a long time, until I begged him to let me go and promised to respect him.

I never disrespected him again and my father never understood why I was so subservient to him, why I ran around doing things, baking cookies for him, letting him win at cards, and playing slow even though I was obviously a much better ping pong player. His family had a house on the river and I loved going there, to be with him where we could go walking in the woods. Out there he was king and I followed him and did what he said, out there I held his hand and let him lead me, showing me the plants and things. Out there he was real tall and I felt tiny and wanted to be held. I just wanted him to hold me and begged him to hug me against him. Out there I could feel things when he walked with me and held my hand.

It was time to learn things and my mother enrolled me in this finishing school to learn how to walk and sit and talk and set the table and do all the things that women are supposed to do. But when I was with him what I wanted was for him to hold me, kiss me and when his hand went over my bottom I didn't want it to stop. When we were out there by the river and he had a favorite spot and he would rest his head in my lap and when he touched my bosom and reached up to bite me, bite my boob with his teeth I fell back and while he pressed his face in my bosom his hand went into my panties and he felt me all over. It was time, I let him take my pants off and I wasn't embarrassed at being naked and I undid my top and bra and he took off his pants and I took him in my arms and we had union, there under the trees at his favorite spot.

All this was great except that I wasn't yet thirteen and he wasn't yet fifteen. Later we felt guilty about having sex that afternoon, but not so guilty that I wanted to be kissed and felt up when we were together. I learned all the things from the finishing school and practiced with him, but what we practiced more was kissing and having sex. I must have been too young to get pregnant, because we had sex and it was all the way sex, he never pulled out.

Oh well, that is what it was like when I was twelve. I got religion after that and didn't have sex again until I was a senior in high school.