When I was 13, I liked to go down the street to this little baseball park where the boys my age played little league. One of the boys from school named William played there, and after his games he would sit in the bleachers with me and talk. Sometimes we'd walk around the park and even back around the fence behind the ballpark, out of view. One evening as it was getting dark, we were sitting around behind the fence drinking cokes and talking. He asked if he could "feel my boobs" and I said yes. Just like that he reached under my shirt and bra and grabbed at my tits. I asked him if he liked it and he said he absolutely did. I made him stand up and then pulled up my shirt and bra, right there out in the open. He couldn't seem to believe his luck. While he played with my nipples I reached down and rubbed him through his pants. I remember loving how much he wiggled and groaned and the feeling of his hard cock twitching in my hand when he came.

The next weekend we did the same thing, except this time I unlaced his baseball pants and reached down inside. It didn't take but a single minute to make him orgasm, and I felt like the most powerful girl on earth.

A few nights later I pulled the tip of his hard on just out of his baseball pants and sucked on it the best I could. He loved it, and within a few seconds came in my mouth. It gagged me and tasted awful, so I spit it out all over the ground. We both laughed about it.

We kept that up all spring. I let him finger me in a dug out one Saturday before anyone else showed up, and I would suck his cock like it was the greatest thing in the world. I learned to swallow eventually. At one point I let him put his mouth on me, but we got scared we'd be caught and it didn't last long. By the middle of summer, when the games were over, we were meeting at the ball park every Saturday, finding a place to hide, and he'd finger me while I sucked his cock.

Right after my 14th birthday in July, I told him he could have sex with me one day at school if he'd meet me at the ballpark at five o'clock. By three, just before the bell rang, he had told the whole school, and as I was leaving that day, everyone was calling me a slut. I was mortified. I really liked William and I had thought he liked me.

I never went to the ballpark again, and I didn't talk to William until high school. Even then I was still angry at him. Now, years and years later, we're Facebook friends, but he doesn't know that to this day I still think about those moments and would fuck him even now.