Persuading the Girl Next Door 1

Persuading the Girl Next Door

Chapter One

Looking back I was very naive but I just assumed my life was normal. I was good at getting people to do what I wanted and, at that age, never thought about it.

When I wanted to play with other kids they would play the games I wanted. Of course their games were also fun so it wasn’t like we always did what I wanted. But, if I really wanted something, then that was what we did.

There was a girl next door named Kim and she was two years older than me. We used to play together and if I wanted to play army instead of dolls then she did it. And when I got curious about girls being different we played doctor.

When I hit eleven my I started noticing girls more including Kim. She was already thirteen by then so there was something to notice. I took her out to our clubhouse and asked her about her boobs. I was so used to getting my way that it never occurred to me to be shy about it. Kim was reluctant but talked about her first bra and how she was up to a B cup now.

Didn’t it feel different with that extra weight bouncing around up front? She said she was used to it now. I reached out to feel that weight and, for the first time, she resisted, blocking my hands and backing away.

I was surprised at her reaction. I may not have consciously realized my ability at that age but I had learned how to get what I wanted. I concentrated and gave her a “push” and she relaxed and stepped forward dropping her hands to her side.

I used both hands to cup her breasts, feeling the weight through her Tee shirt and bra. She wasn’t huge but they were still a handful and I was amazed that she wasn’t constantly aware of them hanging out there.

As I felt her up I noticed my penis getting hard in my pants. I had only vague ideas about sex; there was no internet or porn in my house. I had recently learned that when I got hard it felt good to touch it. I thought about taking it out to stroke but I didn’t want to stop touching her boobs.

It suddenly occurred to me that her hands were not busy and I could have her take out my hard on and play with it. I told her what to do and again she resisted. I pushed again and her eyes got a distant look as she unzipped my fly and reached into my shorts to pull me out.

I had to tell her what to do as she was totally clueless. I had her try different touches figuring out what felt good. Eventually we reinvented the age old grip stroking up and down. That felt better than anything I had ever been able to do with my own hands.

By this point I wanted to see more of her boobs so I pulled her tee shirt up to see her white bra and started feeling that.