Trust Me (60 page)

Once
I
was
undressed,
I
began
to
caress
my
breasts;
it
was
something
I
liked
to
do.
I
liked
how
firm
and
large
they
were
and
apparently
Buddy
enjoyed
watching
me,
because
his
pants
were
becoming
quite
tight.
When
I
saw
the
bulge
in
them,
I
decided
to
do
what
I
had
seen
done
in
one
of
my
father’s
dirty
videos
he
kept
under
his
bed
and
unbuttoned
his
pants,
pulling
his
penis
out.
I
was
amazed
at
how
large
it
was.
I
saw
pictures;
many
pictures
of
men
without
their
clothes
on
and
Buddy
put
most
of
them
to
shame.
I
couldn’t
wait
to
hold
him,
so
I
began
to
stroke
him,
sitting
across
his
legs.
He
slowly
became
used
to
the
feel
of
me
and
found
his
courage.
He
stroked
my
breasts
and
ran
his
large
calloused
hands
over
my
legs
and
stomach.
He
was
getting
as
excited
as
I
was.

I
wasn’t
sure
what
I
was
doing,
but
I
have
never
been
afraid
to
experiment,
so
I
leaned
over
him
and
began
tracing
his
erection
with
my
tongue.
He
seemed
to
like
it;
he
closed
his
eyes
and
moaned,
which
gave
me
the
courage
to
go
further.
Within
a
few
minutes,
I
had
him
deep
inside
my
mouth
and
was
sucking
hard
on
him.
I
could
taste
the
saltiness
of
his
arousal,
but
this
was
not
how
I
wanted
the
day
to
end.
I
stopped
what
I
was
doing
and
sat
up
off
him,
stretching
out
at
his
side.
He
continued
to
play
with
my
breasts,
as
though
they
fascinated
him,
and
then
slowly
rolled
over
on
top
of
me.

My
father
had
always
stressed
the
importance
of
safety,
so
I
stopped
him
from
what
he
had
in
mind
and
handed
him
a
condom.
I
am
a
firm
believer
that
there
are
no
such
things
as
accidents
if
one
is
prepared,
so
I
watched
as
he
rolled
it
down
across
his
engorged
erection,
then
he
looked
at
me
waiting
to
see
if
I
had
changed
my
mind.
I
could
see
the
question
in
his
dark
eyes,
and
I
quickly
spread
my
legs
wide
for
him.
He
positioned
himself
between
them
and
rubbed
his
rubber-clad
member
across
my
wet
pussy.
I
loved
how
it
felt,
but
before
I
could
experience
it
further,
he
pushed
his
penis
into
me.
It
hurt,
and
I
found
myself
having
to mentally relax
as
he
thrust
in
and
out
of
me.
It
took
only
three
deep
thrusts
before
he
climaxed,
growling
like
a
wounded
beast.

I
was
a good way
from
being
thrilled.
It
was
too
fast
and
far
too
much
one
sided.
I
had
heard
the
girls
at
school
talking
about
orgasms,
and
now
I
was
beginning
to
think
it
was
meant
more
for
the
male’s
enjoyment.
Buddy
left
shortly
after
that,
and
I
stayed
in
the
barn,
frustrated
and
angry; it
was
a
horrible
first
time,
and
I
told
him
so.
I
had
learned
several
weeks
before
our
encounter,
that
if
I
touched
myself,
I
could
make
myself
have
an
orgasm,
which
I
did
after
Buddy
had
left.
I
was
sure
that
I
never
wanted
to
have
sex
again,
but
as
the
days
passed
I
realized
that
maybe
what
was
needed
was
practice.

My
father
was
called
to
France
for
a
week
the
next
month,
and
I
remained
behind.
Being
sixteen
I
was
old
enough
to
take
care
of
myself,
and
being
the
daughter
of
a
former
military
man,
I
had
been
taught
to
protect
myself
as
well.
I
watched
Buddy
through
the
parlor
window,
and
waited
like
a
wild
animal
stalking
its
prey.
I
had
tried
to
speak
with
him
several
times
over
the
weeks
that
followed
our
disastrous
first
encounter,
but
he
managed
to
avoid
me.
He
was
polite
he
just
wasn’t
very
personable.

I
ate
dinner
that
first
night
my
father
was
away
and
watched
the
lights
in
the
house
next
door
from
my secret room in the barn.
Once
they
were
out,
I
timed
myself
carefully.
I
knew
Buddy
slept
in
a
room
alone,
so
I
wouldn’t
be
waking
up
his
older
brothers,
so
I
snuck
over
to
his
house
and
quickly
climbed
the
tree
outside
his
window.
It
was
an
unusually
hot
night,
even
for
August,
and
I
was
sweating
horribly
as
I
sat
on
a
long
branch
that
reached
nearly
into
his
bedroom window.
I
sat
there
for
a
long
time
until
I
was
sure
everyone
else
was
sleeping,
and
then
I
pushed
the
window
open
and
climbed
through.
Buddy
was
asleep
lying
on
his
back,
void
of
covers; his
chest
and
legs
bear
of
clothing,
and
his
hips
clad
in
only
white
brief
underwear.
I
crept
slowly
to
his
bed
and
sat
on
the
end
carefully.
He
was
magnificent,
and
I
wanted
to sit
there
on
the
end
of
his
bed
and
watch
him
sleep,
but
I
had
other
plans.