My Other Daddy

As far back as I could remember, I had a huge crush on my neighbor Matt. He was 15 years older than me, and me being 11, I was convinced I was going to marry him. Every chance I got I followed him around like a shadow.

He had a pool in his backyard me and my siblings would frequent quite often. One afternoon we were all swimming and my brothers got out, leaving only me and Matt. “Do you want me to throw you?” He asked. “Yes!” I squealed and swam over to him. He threw me about 5 times, and the next time I swam back he turned me around and wrapped his arms around my waist. This was my dream, mind you, but I was freaking out. I had no idea what to do. “Can I tell you a secret?” He whispered in my ear. “Yes…” I said, dying to know what his response would be. “I like you, you’re very pretty.” He replied, and kissed me on the cheek. I didn’t move, I didn’t speak, I just bobbed there in the water. “Do you like me too, Ally?” He laughed, turning me back toward him. “I, I do.” I stuttered, I knew my face was burning. “If I ask you to be my girlfriend, can you keep it a secret?” He said pulling me closer. “I promise, I won’t say anything!” I smiled, my heart was pounding, and my hands were shaking like crazy. “Do you know what girlfriends and boyfriends do?” He asked. “Kiss…? I responded, “Yes, they do, but they do other things too. They make each other feel good. Can I make you feel good?” He said as he pulled my body toward him until I pressed against his chest. “Um, I guess so, but…” He stopped me by putting his finger against my mouth and smiled. “Shhhh” He whispered and put his hand under the water. I felt him push my bathing suit bottoms to the side and he started rubbing his finger up and down my pussy. I knew how wrong this was, I was told a million times not to let boys touch me there, but he liked me, I wasn’t about to stop him. “Do you like when I touch you like that?” I didn’t respond, but honestly, it didn’t feel good or bad. I don’t know if I wasn’t developed enough to truly appreciate it, so I just spread my legs more, physically telling him he could keep going. He rubbed me for another minute or two, pulled my bottoms back over me, and put his arm back around my waist. “I want to kiss you but we have to go under water, ok?” He said, pulled me under and kissed me. I got my pussy rubbed before I even had my first kiss… We got out of the water and went our separate ways. I ran to my bedroom and furiously wrote in my diary all about my new boyfriend.
I didn’t see Matt again until about 2 days later. We went back over to his house to go swimming, and all I could think about is how bad I wanted my brothers to leave. They didn’t, of course, so Matt suggested we all go inside and watch a movie. “I want to!” I said, excited hoping I’d get kissed again. My brothers reluctantly agreed to get out of the pool but didn’t follow us into his house, and instead started running between our yards. I followed him inside and when we got to his living room, I quickly sat on the couch; I didn’t want him to notice how bad I was shaking. “No, sweetheart, were going to watch it in the bedroom.” “Oh” I choked out and followed him the rest of the way. He put a tape in the VCR and I sat on the edge of the bed, nervous as hell. He sat on the bed too, grabbed me by the waist, laid me down, and started tickling me. I screamed and kicked and felt his hand “accidentally” knock against my pussy every now and then.