Too Advanced For Her Age

Fbailey story number 271


Too Advanced For Her Age


I’m a very smart girl. I skip grades all of the time and I got into high school when I was only ten years old. By the time I was a senior I was still only twelve however by Thanksgiving I had turned thirteen and went to my first party. It was a drinking, dancing, and sex party but I didn’t know that at first.

By the way I’m Peggy Sue. As I said before I recently turned thirteen. Finally I’m a teenager. I’m quite average for a thirteen-year-old at four feet nine inches tall and eight-five pounds other than that I have very little in common with other thirteen-year-old girls. I wear an A-cup bra, get straight A’s in school, and I play the violin quite well too. I have also been told that I am cute.

Anyway the rest of the seniors think that I am special. They all talk to me and are very nice. I was even invited to a party on the Friday after Thanksgiving otherwise called Black Friday. Bambi the head cheerleader invited me because it was taking place at her house. She told me to bring a bikini because she had an indoor swimming pool. It was going to be a pool party for seniors only. Almost everyone there was going to be eighteen or nineteen years old.

When I told Mom that I had been invited to the party she thought that we should go shopping. We bought a nice bikini and a whole outfit for me to wear. I got a blouse, miniskirt, shoes, and even a new bra and panties from Victoria’s Secret.

I felt pretty. Mom dropped me off and told me to call her when I was ready to come home. Bambi answered the door when I rang the bell. She looked gorgeous. I felt like a little kid next to her…I was a little kid, I was just too advanced for my age.

The party started out slowly with kids dancing and some swimming for about an hour. Then the booze was brought out and things really got going. Kids were kissing and making out, others were fooling around in the pool, and yet others were just standing around talking.

As one of guys handed me a glass Bambi took away from me. She explained that he was just trying to get me drunk so that he could fuck me. What! I was astounded at her comment but she explained that he was noted for fucking unconscious girls and that his goal in life was to become an undertaker so that he could practice his necrophilia tendencies. I knew the word meant an erotic attraction to corpses and then I put two and two together. Bambi had saved me from him and I thanked her for it.

Bambi then took me to the kitchen and showed me how to make a ‘momosa’ using two parts orange juice and one part Champaign. She told me to go easy on the Champaign and that I should just sip it for at least an hour. That way I would fit in and I wouldn’t get drunk. Again I thanked her.

She told me to go get my bathing suit and that we could change in her bedroom.