MOTHER NEVER KNEW.... EVER SINCE i was 8 years old i was instinctively drawn to boys/men and at home would often hug my father,uncles and grandfather when they visited awaiting the customary kiss on the cheek and time it just right so that the side of my lips gently touched theirs.my father of course was first to notice this odd behavior and soon after the men in my family would only ruffle my hair and pinch my nose.right before my parents divorced my mother had to find a new place to live and though it was in a basement towards the back of the building i liked it because i could play in the backyard while my mother cleaned,talked on the phone etc....she did of course check on me from time to time and called me from a side window when it was time to eat or go inside.and though the basement was a private area the tenants would walk down a flight of stairs to throw out the garbage in some large round pails located behind the stairs.they'ed usually wave hello at me and smile. i always played right across from that area and apart from them no one ever came back there,then just before i turned 10 the buildings management had hired a new super and finally i learned the secret behind the locked red metal door near where i always play with my dolls and swing-sets when several men in business suits and a nice lady who said hello to me opened it.with them was a young man about in his mid 30's dressed in jeans/sky blue shirt and clean shaved wearing a yankees baseball cap.being nosy i sneaked up behind the door as they were inside talking and notice a huge compactor,brooms,mops etc...everything was new and nicely arranged and right behind me there was an office chair beside a desk and computer with pencils and pens inside a side drawer.just as i was getting ready to leave the lady turned and saw me while the men kept talking as she walked over so did the young man...HI SWEETHEART WHAT'S YOUR NAME she asked and though i told her i couldn't stop looking up at the young man's light green eyes,of course they already knew who i was but adults tend to be friendly like that.she introduced him as the new super and his name was anthony antonio peluzzi from italy [not his real name]... since he worked until 8 pm and was on call in case of an emergency in the building,after school when i got home he'd usually be there with the door open listening to funny italian music while doing some work on his computer.the first few days it was hectic for him because their were always complaints from tenants regarding the plumbing,mice etc...MADHOUSE he often said ANIMALES [ANIMALS] while i stood by the door laughing at the way he talked.he often asked me if i ever played the game super mario saying that he was luigi and that his father owned a nice italian restaurant back in italy.and talked about a will and inheritance his father decided not to leave him and when he came to america to live with his mother when he was 15 years old.how he hated working in this or that pizzeria growing up,my mother really liked him and didn't mind us being friends and i hated when she called me to go inside at 6pm. though i played outdoors i always wore my pretty dress'es because he always complimented me saying things like...MAMA MIA MI LOVELY,LIKE THE ROSE OF SANTA MARIA ETC...the touching began much later when he felt more secure in knowing that somehow i wouldn't mind,he'd touch my arm and momentarily hold my hand and eventually my small breast...NICE,NICE YOU LIKE IF NO I NO DO AGAIN...but i didn't mind..the cameras above the stairs and around the corner where i lived clearly showed anyone nearby on his computer,though i didn't mind him touching me i was always nervous my mother or someone would catch us.he had already tried for several days to pull my panties down and always repeated that...BOY LIKE VERY MUCH TASTE GIRL...of course at the time i had no idea what he was talking about and nervously pushed him away when he tried to touch and smell my pussy.he was never demanding,forceful or upset saying...PLEASE NO TAKE ME WRONG WAY IF NO YOU SAY THEN THIS OKAY...and he meant it.several days would pass without incident and i'd bring him coffee my mother prepared for him before calling me to go inside,but one night she sent me past the half hour of my daily curfew and i was stunned and unprepared to find him as if asleep on his office chair and openly touching himself.his THING as i used to call it back then wasn't exactly big but it was thick and looked like a strange pale mushroom that he yanked,pulled and squeezed.momentarily opening his eyes and seeing me standing there he practically jumped out of his chair and pulled up his pants,taking the coffee from my hand he seemed more nervous and embarrassed than me...the next few days seemed different and somehow more interesting when he began touching me,pulling down my panties and letting me see his thing.it never went beyond that and right before i turned 11 years old we moved away,back when i was 15 i confided in my best friend and she convinced me that we should go see if he was still working there.i was somewhat curious and disappointed to learn he no longer worked there and the feeling of having felt as if i had walk through a strange mental time machine to relive the past made it seem creepy,so me and my friend ran laughing back all the way to the train station and i have never gone back since....THE END