First Kiss by Mardee Louise Prynne
For as long as I can remember I've been drawn to pretty things. You do know what I mean when I say things. Soft colors, pastels, brights, prints. Smooth cool nylon that warms against the skin. Soft cotton that molds itself to every contour, every dimple. Panties, slips, garter belts, girdles of every type, color, and style. Slips and pettis that swish around legs. Hose that highlights the tapered calf, the slender ankle.
I wasn't short but I was slender and remained so even past the age when most boys became thickset. Thank heaven I never became hairy.
My cousin did let me share in her `dressing up box.' Three years older than I, she was very much in charge of our games and I was her never reluctant little girl when we played mommies, her waitress when we played restaurant, her model when we played fashion show. My first remembered erections were at her hands when she dressed me. I don't think her parents not my mother knew what very creative games we played in that attic.
I began to hate my boys' clothing especially my underthings. That was easily resolved by sneaking panties my cousin no longer wanted under my coarse white briefs. I realized I had my mother's tacit approval when I threw a pair of powder blue cotton panties in the hamper and they were turned up on my dresser along with my more typical clean laundry.
It was too soon to come out to my mother so we each ignored what we knew.
My tastes and desires didn't end with girls' clothing. I was looking longingly at boys but was still unaware of the possibilities.
It was a hot summer day when the storm broke. There were very few children at the library and almost no adults other than staff. No air-conditioning and the storm made it necessary to close most of the windows. I moved to a window that was in a sheltered corner and made myself as comfortable as possible by sitting on the sill with my foot on it and with my back against the window frame. The near empty library had made me less than cautious so that the hem of my white cotton panties showed under my very short shorts. It was then that I realized that Ron was staring at my upper thigh. Somehow I wasn't embarrassed. I smiled at Ron who blushed. "Like what you see?" I asked teasingly.
Which of us was more shocked, I don't know to this day. I was startled but pleased with myself at how quickly, how easily, how naturally I took to the role of a predatory girl.
"I don't know what you're..." He was clearly flustered.
"Come off it, Ron. Don't tell me that you don't know panties when you see them. You know you're staring so you must like what you see."
I reached out, took his hand and drew him closer to me. I ran my hand down the front of his chest, brushed lightly over his hardening cock.
"A guy like you must have kissed lots of girls. after all you're fourteen, in ninth grade."
He started to back away as I stood up. My arms were around his waist, my hands clasped. I brought my face close to his and paused. He put his mouth to mine and we kissed.
My hand found his prick. In a minute a dark stain spread over the front of his jeans.
"Our secret." I winked and walked away.
Mardee Louise Prynne MartiL340@aol.com