I lived with my mother at her employer's house. He was a doctor and his wife was a therapist. They had a son who was three years older than me. One day he wanted to look down my pants. He showed me his penis and told me to pull my pants down so he could see my vagina. I didn't cooperate so he pulled my pants down for me. He sat me on the couch and pulled my legs open so he could see me and then he turned me on my stomach and opened my butt cheeks so he could see my butt hole. With his finger he poked me, and then he leaned down and licked me a couple of times, keeping my cheeks open with his hands.

He then got on top of me and rubbed me with his penis and stuck it down between my legs.

As far as I was concerned I had sex, although there had not been any penetration. I had to wait five years before he truly had sex with me. I think he knew that I had always been in love with him, even when I was seven. If he would have wanted to penetrate me that afternoon, there was nothing to stop him, I was ready for the event. It was kind of frustrating having to wait for so long.

My mother always wanted me to be his girlfriend, from the time I was old enough to know what boys did with girlfriends and although she didn't outright encourage me, she told me that it was going to happen and told me how to be prepared for it. When he took my pants off I was sure that the day had come.