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November 13, 2006

Busty Teen's First Time: Part 2

Men like Big Breasts. And the older men in my life called me Samantha Fox. That I learnt from... let's call him Prince Charming. Tall, extremely good looking, ready with a compliment for young girls, a trick for the kids, chivalry for the Seniors' Wies, time for older people, a good worker (according to Papa), 12 years older to me....and an excellent badminton player. I liked him a lot, all of us kids did, every girl did. He was Perfect: exactly what you read about in your romance books. But then he was much older and I was just a kid. But it was cool, I was still the Favoured One on the court.

So every evening, after school, Prince Charming and other Uncles would play badminton with us kids. Of course I was always his partner. :) He used to ruffle my hair when I played well. It was nice... I think things changed the day I wore my New Dress with my New Sports Bra. It was a white tee shirt with an upside down Fido Dido (character for a popular fizz brand) saying, "Normal is boring" and a pair of really short, shorts. It had yellow, green and red vertical stripes...and the tee was somewhat tight. (Mummy immediately banned me from eating any butter and said I looked like a muscular blue whale. As if she had seen one!)

Prince Charming kept looking at me weirdly that day. When I asked, all he said was: "You shouldn't have worn those shorts." Then one day he asked if I had a boyfriend. I told him about my aspirations regarding Head Boy. Prince Charming said he wished he were Head Boy. When I asked, all he said was: "So you would like me too?" I was shocked, but I did like him! I told him so. All he said was: "But do you like me the way you like Head Boy?"
"Of course not! You are an uncle and I am..."
"How old are you?"
"15"
"You're old enough then. Have you ever kissed?"
"Of course not."
"You don't know how to kiss..." he snickered. I was embarrassed.
"I know how to kiss...I've seen..."
"Show me" he said. For a moment I was confused and scared. Then I stood on tip-toes, kissed his left cheek and ran.
"That was a peck," he called out after me, "hahaha," he was laughing, "Someday soon Sam Fox..."

I was scared. I was thrilled. Suddenly, the Unthinkable was possible. Could it be true? Could Secret True Love be answered? Could "we" -- I shuddered at the word, with pleasure -- could "we" -- I said it louder -- could "we" live Happily Ever After? I was on my preparatory leaves. There was enough time to ponder over all the delicious possibilities... and I couldn't help but wonder... Will he kiss me? A real, kiss?

A few days later, we came face to face in the Common Family Room. No one was around -- it being a community, pot luck Sunday, all families were gathered outside -- and I had been ordered inside to get some soft drinks for the ladies. He followed me inside.

"It's cute how you get all grubby when you're playing around," he said taking the fizz bottle from my hand, opening it and handing me the crown -- 10 crowns and 10 bucks got you a free cassette of assorted dance numbers. As I held out my hand to take the crown and thanked him, he held my wrist and took out 9 more crowns from his pockets.
"Now you have 10. I've been working hard for you. A kiss for the good boy?" He pouted. It was heart-breakingly adorable to see a grown man pout. I giggled and said the smartest thing possible" "You're not a boy. And you're not good either."

He had a weird look in his eyes. "Yes, I am VERY bad," and he pulled me closer. Or tried. I was fast off the courts too. I twisted in his grasp and suddenly my wrist was free.
I grinned, "I am fast, hah. Wasn't that a good move?"
"No", he said, barely audible, his eyes fixed on my Big Breasts. It was a funny feeling, him looking at Them like That. Before I could do whatever, he took a step forward, took my wrist, jerked me towards him, held my head with his other hand and closed my mouth with his. I just stood.
"Open your mouth," he said. I pursed my lips further. He dug his nails in my arm.
"Open your mouth." I shook violently and refused.
He stopped kissing me and still holding me said: "Why don't you open your mouth? I want to taste you..."
I was truly scared. What tasting was he talking about? And what if Mummy or Papa walked in?
"Someone will come.." was all I managed to say. He let me go.
"I will come tomorrow at 11. I know you are home alone."

To be continued...

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

wat a bastard !! that you don't know how to kiss ... show me is such an old trick .... u shuld'a kicked him in the nuts !!

jerry said...

Sounds like a royal prick! can't wait to read the continues bit though :) did it worsen, this abuse?