With an older man

This is a story about my first time with a man.
This story is mainly true. It happened a long time ago, so maybe I have exaggerated a few parts in remembering them. Though it probably doesn’t matter anymore, I changed the names of the guy involved.

I was about 13 at the time. Just a normal 13 year old. Simply, brown, shoulder length hair. Little buds where my boobs would one day be.

I lived a fairly shelter life. No one every really talked to me about sex, or anything sexual. What little I did know was picked up from overhearing things I wasn’t suppose to, but that wasn’t very much.
I had discovered masturbation, as most kids too. I wasn’t a porn star, shoving everything I could find up there. In fact, if you saw me touching myself back then, you would probably have laughed instead of getting turned on. I just sort of awkwardly rubbed myself and rocking, or sometimes if I felt bold, rubbed against something. A few times, I got really bold and pushed a finger into my pussy.

I know what you are thinking, so let me just tell you again, I was pretty sheltered. Anything to do with sex was treated completely wrong, so I thought that what I was doing then was pretty bad. At one point I think I convince myself that I was some sort of sexual deviant. But my god, it felt so good. Plus there was the the thrill of staying up late, waiting till my parents went to sleep (if they were awake, they might catch me, I thought) then touching myself till I shook with pleasure (and nervousness).

I knew a few things. Guys had a penis, they put it inside a woman, something vague happened and then they got a baby. I had some idea that penis was a hard thing that stuck out, kind of like a finger.

Next to us lived another family. They had a son, named Jake. He was in his 20’s at the time this happened. 25, I think. We didn’t every really interact as kids, since he was so much older than me. But I thought about him a lot. When I touched myself, he was the one that usually came to mind. One of the reasons was that he was fairly cute and had the most engaging green eyes I have ever seen. But there was also something about the way he looked at me, a sort of appraising/approval look. Even then I knew that he liked my body.

Jake had moved out of his parents house by then, but he visited them a lot. I think his mom was sick with something and he was helping take care of her, but I don’t remember the details too well. She got better eventually, so I guess that worked out.

I”m not really sure how I came to the conclusions, but one day I decided I wanted to know more about sex, and I wanted Jake to teach me. It started out as more of a fantasy, something I would think about at night in me bed alone, but then it solidified into a full blown conviction. I was absolutely convinced that I could get him to come over and teach me everything there was to know. How this was suppose to work wasn’t really clear to me back then, but I was convinced I was going to make it happened.

It was the summer, I was out of school and home alone. My parents would be gone for a long time. Jake was at his parents’ house, helping out again. He was mowing their lawn, something that I was happy to watch him do. When he finished, he sat down on the steps in the shade. Seeing him sit down, I walked out, determined to get him back in my house.

I going to be honest with you, I was so insanely nervous that I don’t ever really remember what I said to get him in my house. I told him that I needed help with something, but I was pretty vague. I could tell he was confused, but we had lived next to each other for a long time and he had always been a nice guy so he followed me inside to help.

Once we got in, I made up something, stalled, danced around, then finally offered him something to drink.