My best friend in elementary school was Amy. When I was seven she invited me to a sleepover at her house. She lived with her dad. Her dad and mom were divorced. Amy's dad made us a pallet in the living room right in front of the television. We sat on the pallet wearing just short nighties and our panties playing with barbies. Her dad sat in front of us in a recliner wearing just his boxers. He called to Amy and she put down her Barbie and went and climbed up on his lap. She sat there with her back to his chest. He pulled up her nightie and pushed his hand down the front of her panties. Amy's knees were up and spread wide and I could see his hand moving in her pants. Soon she begin to giggle and squirm around so he pulled his hand out. She jumped off his lap and told me to take my turn. I didn't want to, but he told me to come get on his lap. He was an adult and I had always been told to obey grownups, so I climbed to my feet and walked over to him. I saw his thing was out. It was big and ugly. He lifted me onto his lap with my back to his chest. I could feel his thing under me. He positioned my legs like Amy's, then pushed his hand down in my panties. For a moment his fingertip just rubbed up and down my moist, slick, pussy-slit. Then he found my tiny clitoris, and just teased it rubbing it up and down. I was sure I would hate it, but after a minute of him pestering my little love-button, I realized it felt really good. Soon I was giggling and squirming just like Amy. Only he didn't stop and just kept diddling me until I experienced my first orgasm. Afterward, he took us out for ice cream.

The next morning he took turns eating our pussies and making us come again and again. Amy showed me how to suck his cock and make him cum with my hands. I wasn't afraid anymore and found everything we did exciting. He told me this was our secret and I couldn't tell. And I didn't.