First Kiss Goes Too Far – Part III

After the night my father molested me that first time, it was easier to keep my sanity than you might think. Sure, at first I was a wreck, throwing out my sheets, avoiding everybody, jamming my desk chair under my door knob each night and then not being able to sleep anyway. My father is actually the one who made it easier on me, by completely pretending nothing had happened. He treated me with mere chaste and fatherly affection; if anything, he touched me even less than before as if he was aware that my reaction might give away some new fear or loathing. My mother thought I was going through some particularly annoying phase of teen-aged angst and she let me know she didn’t have the patience for it. So, I had to at least pretend to be normal, even though inside my 13 year old body, everything had changed.

Still, I tried my best. I spent a lot of time with my friends; especially my best friend Shannon. Before the night of my first kiss, our entire lives had revolved around boys; where to meet them, what to wear around them, how to make them like us, etc. It felt different after that night but I wouldn’t let it show since I was determined to get my life back to the way it was. Nobody was going to know I wasn’t as innocent as I’d been.

So, one of the things boys our age liked to do was play “Dare”. They only ever wanted to play with *mature* girls, and for the most part they didn’t think Shannon or I fit the bill. For me, it was a simple matter of the neighborhood boys being aware of my strict and scary mother. For Shannon, it was her body type. Don’t get me wrong, they liked her perfect angel face, her big brown eyes, and the straight dark hair that she wore almost to her butt (I was soooo jealous; stupid shoulder-length curls). But she was only about 5’0” with tiny, delicate bone structure and NO tits. In short, she looked like a beautiful little kid, even though she was a whole year older than me. Lucky for her, she had the confidence that made her one of the most popular girls in our grade; that was how she’d still had three guys to kiss her to my mere one. Two, if you counted my Dad, but of course I wasn’t going to tell her that.

Anyway, we were desperate to prove ourselves; or I had been before that night. The two boys we liked best were Donnie and Joe; they were cute, they were best friends, and they lived right near Shannon’s house; it was all way too convenient to pass up. On a particular Saturday we were sitting with them on their front porch. It was cold outside but we didn’t have our jackets on because we’d dressed with care and we wanted them to see our outfits. I’d borrowed a tight blue long sleeved t-shirt with a red heart across the chest and matched it with a red and blue plaid skirt; Shannon’s skirt was brown corduroy and her shirt had a sunflower on it. The outfit showed my young, slender curves and both boys stared hard at my shirt as if they were trying to wish it away. Their excited eyes climbed my curvy legs, which of course I kept demurely closed. But the cold air caused my nipples to poke out under the shirt and I didn’t bother to cover up. I looked at them directly, and deep inside I was wondering if they could give me those feelings that my father had.

They seemed to sense a change in me, and it got us invited in the house for the first time, under the guise of getting us in out of the cold. Shannon whispered nervously in my ear, practically bouncing with excitement, but I was concentrating on a wet feeling in my cotton bikini panties. They took us into Donnie’s bedroom and shut the door behind us.

Donnie, who was actually too short for my taste and kind of rude, was the more outgoing of the two, and he took charge right away. His friend Joe was cuter (I liked his dark hair and eyes) but shy, and I think it was envy that made Donnie constantly put him on the spot.

“Do you guys even know HOW to play Dare??” Donnie started right away, a mocking smirk on his face as he looked from one to the other of us. I tore my gaze from Joe’s long fingers and frowned at Donnie.

“oh please, we‘ve probably played more than you guys” Shannon’s voice was bored, lofty, and full of shit.

“Well then let’s skip the boring stuff …forget the games,” Donnie turned that mean smirk onto his friend.