You can call me Chad. It isn't my name, but it'll do. The summer of 2007 I was thirteen years old and living in southern California with my father. He was away from home a lot. Ever since mom died it was like he couldn't stand being around the house or me, because I looked so much like her. It had been two years since the funeral and I hardly saw him anymore.
He hired Bethany, the girl next door to babysit for me. Beth was kind of pretty I guess. And she was nowhere near as unattractive as she thought she was. When she smiled and her eyes lit up a certain way she could be beautiful. But she was a little overweight and her boobs were kind of small for eighteen. Her two closest friends were both really hot and they constantly paraded their boyfriends in front of Beth and talked about all the places they went, all the sex they had, all the presents they got. While Beth had trouble even getting dates. The guys interested in Beth usually stood her up or just wanted sex. I guess it took a toll on her self esteem after a while.
How do I know? Like I said, me and Beth spent a lot of time together. We talked. Beth never treated me like just another dumb kid. She's always talked to me like she would someone her own age. Some of the things she told me herself, other things I just figured out on my own. I was pretty mature.
"You know what?," she told me one rainy afternoon while we both cleaned up around the living room. "I know exactly how I'm going to end up."
"How?," I asked.
"I'm going to be a crazy cat lady," she smirked.
I laughed.
"No, I'm serious," she said. "I'm going to live in a little house with thirty cats and smell like cigarettes and cat pee."
"No way," I waved her off. "Not you."
"Yeah me," she disagreed. "Do you know what happened last night?"
"What?"
"This guy I know texted me," she said, cutting the vacuum off. "Hey babe, my girlfriend is being a bitch. Do you want to hang out? I'm really horny. Let's have sex."
I made a face.
"Yeah," she said. "Exactly! I lied and told him I had a boyfriend and he sent back, so?"
"Creep," I smirked.
"That's all I am to the men in this town," she sighed. "Hey, girlfriend won't put out? Call Beth she's desperate."
"You can do better than assholes like that," I said.
Beth laughed. "No I can't."
"Yes you can," I told her. "I think your beautiful."
She smiled and seemed to blush a little.
"I'd be your boyfriend in a heartbeat," I added.
"Aww," she said. "Too bad you aren't a little older."
That night laying in bed I thought about Beth sleeping in the next room and masturbated. It wasn't the first time I'd masturbated to sexual fantasies of her. How many 13 year olds had an 18 year old woman sleeping one room away from them with no parents around? The situation had never been lost on me. But this night I started thinking. I'd seen the way Bethany had blushed at my calling her beautiful. And she'd been in a better mood than usual the rest of the night, fixing a big dinner and watching horror movies with me til 2 a.m. We'd laughed and joked and even gotten into a playful shoving match on the couch. I decided to stroke her ego and make her feel special.
Over the next several weeks I made sure to compliment how she looked every time I saw her. I noticed little changes in her make-up and hair. I went outside into the garden and snipped her a rose from time to time or a handful of Forget-Me-Nots. I even used the pre-paid card my father had given me to buy her things online. Shoes, tops, a hoodie she said she liked.
Bethany wasn't comfortable with the gifts at first. But for a girl who hardly ever got new things, her initial reluctance faded quickly.
And so it was about a week before her ninteenth birthday we were sitting up late watching some bland horror movie on tv. Both of us bored and not talking much, when she leaned over and jabbed my arm with her finger. "Poke."
I smiled. It was a game we played a lot.
"Pokes you back," I said and poked her back with my finger.
She pressed two fingers into my ribs. "Double poke."
"There's no double pokes," I said.
She pressed three fingers into my shoulder. "Triple poke."
"Oh yeah?" I laughed and poked her leg with one finger several times in rapid succession. "Machine gun poke."
"Loser," she giggled.
"Wrestlemania!," I suddenly exclaimed and pulled her toward me in a bear hug. She squeaked and her eyes widened, then she laughed and tried to wrestle away.
"Hey!," she said. "Whats this wrestlemania stuff?"
"If you can invent double and triple pokes," I said. "I can do wrestlemania."
"You did a machine gun poke!," she giggled, trying to pull away but not trying very hard.
She was now fully in my embrace, my hands wrapped around her tummy, her back to my chest and her butt pressed against my crotch as we lay on the couch laughing and play wrestling. I felt myself stiffening.
She felt it too.
"Hey," she said. "I think someones getting a little too excited."
"Your fault," I told her. "Your booty is sitting on it. And it likes your booty."
She laughed. "Oh does it now? Well, it needs to be a little older to get that friendly."
"Why?,&qu ot; I asked.
"Because," she said.
"Because isn't a reason," I replied. "Come on Beth. I like you. I like you a lot."
"I know Chad," she sighed. "But we can't. Your too young. I could go to jail."
"Not if nobody knows.," I told her.
"I'd know," she said. "Your just thirteen. I like older guys."
"You mean the guys that stand you up and treat you like shit," I said.
She didn't answer.
"I don't expect you to be my girlfriend or anything," I told her. "I'd love that, but I'm realistic. I like you a lot. I think your great. And I want to be with you when your here with me. I don't see why we can't. Nobody would know and we'd both enjoy it."
She sighed again, but didn't try to pull away. "We can't Chaddy."
I pressed my hardening cock against her butt and tightened my grip around her middle. "Please? Just once and if you don't like it, never again."
She thought about it. "I swear if you ever tell anybody..."
"I never would," I promised.
"I'm not going to let you fuck me," she said. "But I'll suck your dick. You deserve that much, you've been so sweet to me."
"Really?," I asked, letting her slide out of my grasp.
"Yeah," ; she smiled. "Sit back on the couch."
I sat back and watched her get down on the floor in front of me. She pulled her top off, exposing a bright red bra. This she popped off easily. Her two small breasts came into view.
"I hate my tits," she scoweled, reaching up to unzip my jeans. "I wish they were bigger."
"I love them," I said.
She laughed. "You love everything. Shush your face."
She reached into my pants and worked my cock out.
"Someone's bigger than I expected," she told me. "Most of the older guys I've been with don't have one this big. Very nice."
I smiled at her.
She flicked her tongue across the head and I felt an electric jolt course through my body. I began repeating a mantra in my head "Don't cum too fast, don't cum too fast, don't cum too fast"... because in my only other sexual experience, I'd done just that and ruined it.
Beth ran her tongue down the length of my shaft and back up again, then she took my cock into her mouth and started sucking me off. I sighed, enjoying the intense sensations flooding through me.
Despite my best efforts I came before too very long. Beth swirled the glob of white jizz around her tongue, then swallowed and smiled.
"Not bad kiddo."
I relaxed, feeling like jelly and she stood, retrieving her bra and shirt.
"Can I suck your titties before you put those back on?"
She laughed. "Yeah, sure."
She sat beside me on the couch and I spent the next twenty minutes licking, sucking and pulling on her tits and nipples with my teeth as she moaned softly and ran a hand through my hair. By the time I pulled away I was harder than ever and ready again. This time she jacked me off while we kissed.
After we'd finished and cleaned up, we both sat on the couch smiling at one another.
"That was amazing," I said.
"Mhmm," she nodded. "Happy now?"
"Ecstatic," I replied. "Let's do it again."
She laughed and shoved me. I started laughing too.
It was the start of a relationship that continued for several more years. Beth and I eventually did become lovers and we had sex on numerous occasions. She was my first great love and I doubt I ever forget those days. We've since moved on. She finally landed a good guy who loves and treats her right. And I'm a freshman in college looking forward to meeting new girls and experiencing new loves. The future is bright for the both of us.