First Kiss Goes Too Far – Part I

At the time this story takes place, I didn’t know my father was a pedophile. I didn’t know he’d sneaked into my cousin Colleen’s bedroom when she was only 3, touching her all over while she pretended to sleep. I didn’t know that he made my older sister Maggie shower in front of him when she was 13, telling her he had to make sure she got *really* clean. My cousin is 12 years older than I am, and my sister is 7 years my senior and neither one had ever breathed a word by the time I turned 13 myself.

It was 5 months prior to my 14th birthday, the night I got my first real kiss. I was about 5’4″ at the time, probably 110 lbs, MAJORLY proud of my long pretty legs and size 32B breasts, which I considered huge compared with most of my friends. My dark blond curls stubbornly refused to grow much past my shoulderblades, and my fair irish skin would only redden and freckle in the sun no matter how I tried to tan, but I thought I was cute enough, and so did tall, blond Mike that I’d met at the movies just the weekend before.

We met because my best friend Shannon and I had been trying to sneak into the movie theater. We were waiting for a patron to open the exit door and hoping we could sneak past. He noticed us and quickly let us in. We both liked him right away, so very tall at 6’3″, his eyes a far prettier shade of blue than mine, his lean, muscular arms a nice golden tan. We started chatting, and I lied that I was 14. He said he was 15 but all his friends were in their twenties; he explained that this was because he was *very* mature. He wanted to know how mature *we* could be. We set a date with him and some friend of his we’d yet to meet; they were going to meet us at my house, and if everything went well we could leave with them to go swimming at his grandmother’s house.

The night of the big date, Shannon and I were really excited. In no way did we believe Mike was actually 15, figuring he was actually in his twenties just like the rest of his friends. It seemed very cool to have caught the attention of somebody so *mature*. Plus, I really was hoping something would happen for me. Shannon had kissed at least 3 guys by them; she was WAY more sophisticated than me. I wanted to get my first kiss over with so I could be cool and grown-up, too.

Anyway, I dressed with special care that night. Since swimming was an option I wore my brand new black and white leopard print bikini instead of underwear and a bra. It wasn’t a string bikini but high cut on my thighs and the top was just a strip across my chest. I thought it made me look much older, if a little flat-chested. I tugged on a pair of super short denim shorts and a loose white tank top that showed off the bikini top beneath. I didn’t wear any makeup at 13, but I thought I looked hot.

Mike showed up on time and lucky for me, his friend Tony took an instant liking to pretty, dark-haired Shannon.