JULIE'S WORLD

Chapter 1

My First Man

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Hi, my name is Julie.� I�m a single mom of twenty and have a beautiful little girl. But this story isn�t about me now nor is it about my little girl.� However, the story is about me as a little girl.� Not the whole story of my childhood, but about a significant time in my young life that has shaped who I am and my attitudes about men and little girls.� Growing up I was molested, molested a lot.� It wasn�t a horrible experience either� you see, with a very few exceptions, I enjoyed the attention of these men.� For the most part they were very nice to me, made me laugh and bought me things that my mom couldn�t afford.� I suppose she knew or at least suspected what was going on, but she never let on to me that she did.� Notice that I said, "that she did," and not, "if she did".� You see, I now realize that her financial lot improved dramatically once she started letting me stay overnight with a "friend" with increasing frequency, especially when that friend was an older man who...� Let's not get ahead of the story.

I guess one reason I was attracted to men at an early age is the fact that I never had a father� I did, but I never knew him� not even his name.� I suppose I had a need for male attention, to feel like I was loved by a man even if he wasn�t my daddy or my grandfather (my mom�s dad died before I was born).� Whatever the reason, I liked being touched, hugged and groped and in return I liked to touch, hug and grope.� Of course that led to other, more advanced sexual encounters, which I also enjoyed.� For the most part the men I was intimate with were always very nice to me, only occasionally did I find myself in the clutches of someone who was mean to me.� A nice man I�d go and be with time and again, a mean man� once was enough.

We had been living in a shabby apartment until I was eight going on nine.� Up until then, it was the only home I ever had.� The walls were thin and you could hear everything going on in the apartments to either side of us, behind us and over us; loud music, loud laughter, loud fighting and I suppose, loud loving.� Mom never let me go outside to play alone.� There were other kids my age and we�d have play dates in each other�s apartments, but I was never allowed to go outside and just play with the other kids without supervision.� Somehow I managed to learn to ride a sidewalk bike without training wheels and I learned to swim.

I had just finished third grade when Mom bought a nice (almost new) mobile home in a very nice park-like trailer park.� There were lots of trees and paved winding roads.� The homes weren�t too close together either, leaving lots of space for me to play in.� It was as if we had moved into an upscale neighborhood compared to the old apartment complex.� Compared to the apartment complex, the trailer park was a paradise.� Like I said, the trailer my mom bought was almost new and it was very nice.� It was also quiet, no noisy neighbors immediately on the other side of the walls.� Mom let me ride my bike all around and let me play outside so long as I stayed within hailing distance. It was wonderful!

No sooner had we moved in though, Mom lost her job.� She had good office skills, so she quickly lined up an interview.� She really didn�t know any of the neighbors yet, so she decided to take me with her.� But before she left, she stopped by the trailer park office to drop off a check for the monthly rent on the lot, water and trash pickup and the community fees for general upkeep.�

Now I�d seen Mr. Ben a time or two while out riding my bike.� The first time I saw him, I was awestruck as he was a stocky but rather short man with an unruly head of snow white hair and a full white beard.� Santa Claus!� But before I could get close enough to tell him hello, he disappeared into a trailer next to the pool and office.� I rushed home and excitedly told my mother, �There is a Santa Claus!� I just saw him!� And he lives here!�� Mom laughed and told me he really wasn�t Santa Claus, but Mr. Ben, one of the owners of the trailer park. I wasn�t so sure if I believed her or not, after all, I saw him with my own eyes; still the whole Santa Claus thing didn�t quite make sense to me, but one could hope.� Maybe he lived here during the summer and changed his name so people wouldn�t bother him.

So when we stopped by the office that morning, there was Mr. Ben tending to business.� There was another man there too, Mr. James, who like Mr. Ben, was older, but rather than short and heavy set, he was tall and skinny with a hawkish look about him.�

Mom handed over her money to Mr. Ben, chit chatted for a moment, explaining where she was off to.� We were headed out the door when Mr. Ben called to her, �Does she know how to swim?�� That being an affirmative, he explained that he was going to be cleaning the pool and that he�d watch over me swimming while mom was off on her interview.

�Oh, I couldn�t possibly impose on you, Mr. Ben,� mom deferred.

�Nonsense!� It�s no imposition at all.� I�ll be at the pool, cleaning and then swimming.� James here mans the office in the afternoon, and other than making the rounds, I really have nothing to do.� Would it be alright if she rode with me in the golf cart?"� With a hearty laugh he added, "I promise; I won�t drive too fast!�� It wasn't exactly a Ho-Ho-Ho laugh, but his belly did shake.

Let me see� go swimming or go sit in some stuffy office by myself while Mommy is busy.� I knew what I wanted to do.� �Can I, Mommy?� Can I? Please, please, pretty please with honey and sugar on top!�

Mom turned to Mr. Ben.� �Well, if you don�t mind� I shouldn�t be but an hour or so.�

�We�ll make the rounds first, stop off and let her change into a swimming suit and then we�ll hit the pool,� Mr. Ben explained.

Mom turned to me and asked, �Do you have your key?�� I pulled the chain from under my blouse and showed her the key to our trailer.� With that, Mommy was off on her interview and I was off with Mr. Ben for my first ride in his golf cart.�

Before we left, he reached into a freezer chest and pulled out an ice cream bar for me.� With my frozen treat in hand, we drove around the entire complex, with Mr. Ben stopping here and there to pick up a piece of trash or to chat with someone.� It was fun riding around with him.� Eventually we stopped at my trailer and he told me go to inside and put on my bathing suit.� I ran inside and put on the only bathing suit I had.� It was a bit small as I had grown since Mom bought it last summer.� Still, the top wasn�t too much of a problem and I managed to squirm into the bottoms.� I grabbed a towel, ran outside and hopped into the golf cart with Mr. Ben.

We parked in front of his trailer.� He told me to wait for him while he went inside to change into his bathing suit.� I did and a minute later he came out barefoot and bare chested.� He almost had as much white hair on his broad chest, wide back and thick legs as he did on his head!� He even had a slight paunch that was hairy white as well.�� If this really wasn�t Santa, it was his twin brother!

We went through the gate and while I went in the water, Mr. Ben pulled out the robotic pool sweep from the pool and then fished all the leaves out with a big net.� Finished with his chore, he sat on a chase lounge in the shade and watched me play in the water.� I hopped in and out of the water for a while, having a grand time.� Then Mr. Ben retrieved a set of weighted plastic rings.� He�d throw them in the water and I�d swim down a get them one at a time.� Then I�d hop out, bring him the ring and hop back in for the next one.� We played that game for a long time.� What I didn�t realize then was my too-tight bottoms had ridden up the crack of my ass, giving him quite the cheap thrill.

Once I tired of the ring game, he went into the water too.� He tossed me around, let me ride on his shoulders and swim between his legs.� Up to that time, I think it was most fun I�d ever had.� By the time Mom picked me up, I was in love with my very own Santa.

Mom got the job, and started work the very next day.� She still hadn�t made any arrangements for me, so I was to stay home.� I asked her if it was okay for me to ride my bike around and she said yes.� I watched TV for a while, then dressed and went out to play.� At the old apartment I would never have been allowed to do this, but the trailer park was quiet and serene. Mom thought it reasonably safe and that I should find some friends to play with.� I rode about all over, but hardly saw a soul, much less any kids my age.� Turns out that most of the residents were retired folks. There weren�t any restrictions on children, there just weren�t that many children, and of those, they were in day care while their parents worked.

Eventually I wound up at the office where Mr. Ben was still on duty.� He asked me if I wanted to go with him on his rounds later on and if I wanted to go swimming.� Naturally I said, �Yes.�

�Then you need go ask your mother if it�s okay.�

�She�s at work.�

�Really?� She got a job that quick?�

�Yes, and it pays better than her old job,� I told him proudly.

�Well, we can�t go until James relieves me,� he said.� Then he dug around in a cabinet and came up a puzzle book, you know, one of those Waldo books where you had to find things hidden in the drawings.� He sat me down and I entertained myself until Mr. James showed up about an hour later.

I thought that just as soon as Mr. James showed up that we were going to leave, but they had some business to discuss, so Mr. Ben sent me home to change into my swimming suit.� I sped home on my sidewalk bike, gathered up my towel and bathing suit and sped back to the office.� When I got back, he was ready to do his rounds and we rode all about the trailer park, just like we had done the day before.� He noted that I hadn�t changed at home, but said it wasn�t a problem as I could change in his trailer.� I did that while he waited outside, then he came in and changed into his bathing suit. Just like the day before, he cleaned the pool while I swam, then we played.

When Mom came in from work that afternoon, she asked me about my day.� I told her everything.� �You shouldn�t be bothering Mr. Ben like that.� You don�t want to be a pest.�

�I�m not a pest," I petulantly replied.� "He�s nice and he�s fun to be with.� He likes me!�

�Well, I�d better have a talk with him.��

Well, Mom had her talk with Mr. Ben and everyday thereafter I stayed with him while she was at work.� In exchange, Mr. Ben came to dinner with us nearly every night.�

I quickly got into the habit of leaving my swim suit in his trailer.� When it was time to go swimming, it was right there and handy� no need to go home and get it, or to lug it around back and forth.

To keep me busy in the morning while he was in the office, he�d sometimes send me out a on a scavenger hunt where I�d go to specific places and find things that he had hidden the day before.� He�d fix me lunch and provided me with snacks.� We also started spending more time inside his trailer where I would sit in his lap or snuggle up on the sofa while he watched the news or we watched a Care Bears movie.� Sometimes we�d do that after we changed out of swimming suits and sometimes before.� I liked to do it before we changed back into our regular clothes because I liked to run my fingers all through the hair on his chest and tummy.� He never told me not to do it, so I figured that he liked that too.

Then one hot afternoon, we came in from the pool.� He told me to quickly change as he needed to go to the store.� Well, my clothes were on the table and I felt so comfortable around him that I just stripped off right there while he watched.� He didn�t say anything, but I looked over at him and he smiled at me, so I knew it was okay.� Dressed, we went to the store for some groceries and then he took me to the mall and bought me a new swimming suit.� It was pretty skimpy, but at least the material didn�t ride so far up my butt.�

After that, I changed right in front of him every day, both changing into my new swim suit and changing out.� He always just sat and watched. Then one day as I was changing out of my swim suit, he told me to stop and come give him a hug.� He was sitting in a chair in his trunks and I jumped into his lap and gave him a big smack on the lips.� �I love you, Ben,� I declared (he had me drop the Mister part weeks before).� I meant it too. Next to my mom, he was the most important person in my life.

�I love you too, Julie,� he replied as his hands ran over my bare back and then my bare buns.� That was the first time he felt me up and I liked it, the feel of his strong hands rubbing my bare skin.� Now and then he had rubbed me before when I was in my bathing suit, but this was different�I wasn�t in my bathing suit or anything else� there were no boundaries except those he imposed upon himself.� He didn�t attack my pussy or anything, he just rubbed my bare skin and I rubbed his bare chest.

Next day he came up with a new game, a variation on scavenger hunt.� This time he hid the parts of my bikini, so when I took off my clothes and opened my towel, there wasn�t anything there.� It was a challenge and I rose to the task, looking here, looking there while Ben watched.� Like with his scavenger hunts, he didn�t hide anything too well and I found both parts within a few minutes.� I put on my suit and was ready to go.

�I need to change,� he said once I had my bikini on.�

The way his trailer was set up was with two bedrooms, one at each end with the living/kitchen area in the middle.� One room he used as an office, the other was his bedroom.� He stepped into the bedroom and left the door wide open.� Off came his shirt and down went his shorts and with them his underwear.� He had his back to me, so I didn�t get the full Monty, but I did get my first look at his entire hairy backside.� He took his time fiddling with his trunks, but soon they were up and he was covered, ready to go.

I didn�t say anything and neither did he.� We just went swimming, joining several other people in the pool.� Back in his trailer afterward, I stripped down to change.� I wasn�t in a big hurry to put my clothes back on, so I jumped into his lap; his big hands immediately cupping my bare butt. I gave him a kiss as he began massaging my gluts.

Now fair is fair and he still had on his swimming trunks while I was totally naked.� �No fair,� I pouted.� �You still have on your bathing suit.�

With a surprised look he asked, �You want me to take it off?�

I answered his question with a question of my own, "You want me to get dressed?"

"No, no, no... I like you just the way you are," he answered grinning broadly as his hands roamed all over me.

I had already heard of all the good touch-bad touch stuff at school and had a pretty good idea that this probably fit into the bad touch category, but Ben wasn�t a monster, he was my friend, my best friend in the whole world.� I trusted him and I loved him.� He would never, ever, hurt me. As far as I was concerned, any touch from Ben was a good touch, and some good touches were better than others, like what his hands were doing on my bare butt.�

�You can�t tell your mama about any of this,� he said with a serious look.� I don�t remember him saying that yesterday or any other day before, nor did he really need to say it.� I instinctively knew not to tell Mommy anything that would get me grounded or get Ben into trouble.

I don�t remember if he let me answer of or not, he simply lifted me from his lap and sat me on the table.� Then he stood and dropped his swimming trunks.� Now I vaguely knew that boys were different than girls and knew that baby brothers had little thingies, but that was the extent of my knowledge up to that point.� Suddenly I was confronted with a grown man�s erection, and an impressive one at that (for a near nine year old that is).� The low hanging testicles were completely unexpected.� Of course he was hairy down there, just like the rest of him.� I also realized I had discovered the source of that big hard lump I felt sometimes when I sat in his lap, but didn�t know why I felt it sometimes and but not always.

Ben picked me off the table and carried me to the sofa where we lay together naked for the rest of the afternoon, stroking each other.� I was especially enamored with playing with his dick and balls, an activity he never discouraged.� His big old cock was a mystery to me, sometimes it was hard and stiff, sometimes it was soft and floppy� mostly it was hard and stiff.� It was all touchie-feelie and I loved it as much as I loved my Ben.� He called it snuggle-time with his little nudie.