We were in the sixth grade and we walked home together from school, he lived two houses down from mine. My dad was the President of the local electrical utility and his dad was a big time lawyer. In that we were suitable for each other. That one day, I asked him why it hurt guys if they got kicked in the balls. I was curious. He told me that he had never been kicked but that he fell off his seat on his bike and crushed his balls on the bar of the bike and it hurt worse than anything. He said I was lucky I didn't have balls.

When we got to my house he asked me if I would show him my girl parts because he had never seen any. We were standing at the back door and he unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis to show me and took my hand so that I could touch it and hold it. He asked me to show him, I let him push my pants down far enough that he got a look at my pubes. He pushed his hand down my pants, and I had to undo the button and let him feel me. He wanted to know where my vagina was so he could finger me, so we went inside and I let him finger me. His penis was really hard and I laid down on the carpet and he got on top and we fucked.

We never said anything to anyone. We didn't talk about it. I was embarrassed and ashamed that it happened and he was too. He apologized to me, and I made some statement to the effect that we had done it, but that we should never do it again.

Walking home from school the next few weeks was both awkward and intimate because we now talked about the most intimate and secret feelings we had. My period had come in and I told him about it and I showed him how I stained my pants. One day we talked about wiping your butt, and I told him that I had to be careful because I couldn't get anything in my vagina or I would get an infection. I asked him a thousand questions about his penis. I liked it when he got hard in his pants, I would rub him 'down' trying to get it unhard, but he just got harder. I saw him ejaculate. I let him come into the bathroom with me to pee and I went with him to pee whenever he went, I liked looking at his penis.

We had lost pretty much all inhibitions and I would lay on his lap and play with his penis, get it hard, give him had jobs and eventually put it in my mouth and sucked him. One day he told me to take off my clothes and to get on the bed. He took off his clothes and he got on the bed and we fucked again, only this time for real, with ejaculation.

I was always horny, for him. I had this desire to always be near him, touching him and being held by him. I loved to fuck.

As a grownup you look back on those days and you can't believe how stupid you were. I avoided getting pregnant, but I could have easily ended up pregnant. Of course I still love to fuck, and get naked with him, I enjoy getting thrashed around and I have accepted whatever he wants to dish out. If we are alone watching some movie on TV I lay my head on his lap and take out his penis and play with and mouth it and sometimes I get him to ejaculate after which we just sit together and watch the rest of the movie.

No question that we were meant for each other, because no other guy would have accepted a slut like me.