That Night When I was 13
How it Should Have Gone
by Persephone
When I was 13 I had an experience that some might describe as traumatic. I disagree...the experience was, or should have been, beautiful, magical. The way my parents handled it was what was traumatizing.
It wasn't until much later, when I met my dear, loving friend sevispac, that I reviewed the incident with a clear head. He showed me how to embrace my sexuality, showed me that my adolescent desires were beautiful.
So here, as part of my reawakening, I give you two versions of the same event...
How it actually went; and how it should have gone.
How it Actually Went
I was thirteen. I'd gone to bed around nine, wearing a boy's Dallas Cowboys pajama top and yellow cotton panties. My brother Jeremy and his friend Adam were in Jeremy's room; I could hear their muffled voices talking about cars or video games or something. Jeremy was sixteen and Adam was seventeen.
I always sleep with the bedroom door closed, but not locked.
So I was laying in bed when the door opened. Jeremy's friend Adam crept in and carefully closed the door behind him, and I could see that he was holding a magazine in his hand. He was wearing loose sweatpants and a
Ford F-150 T shirt.
My brother's friends usually would leave me alone, especially after I'd gone to bed, so I wondered what he wanted. Innocent me, I thought he just wanted to chat.
"Hey Mel,"
"Hey Adam. Whatcha doing here?"
"I wanted to show you something. You being a girl and all, I thought you'd appreciate it."
"Oh?" I sat up in bed, curious. The sheet fell away, exposing my yellow panties.
He sat on the bed with his magazine, he had a finger holding the right page.
"Look how beautiful these women are," he said, a little nervously. He flipped the magazine open and I saw two women in black micro miniskirts, skimpy white blouses, red bra and panties, sitting outdoors at a little French cafe table. Over the course of seven pages, photographs showed them kissing, then undressing each other, then we see a photographer taking their pictures. The women pull his pants down to suck his cock, then undress him, and the final photograph showed him fucking one girl while the other one straddled her face, and she was kissing the photographer.
Adam quickly turned back to the first picture, with the two women at the table, dressed and looking into each other's eyes. From the way one was leaning forward, you could see her red thong panties under her short skirt.
"Aren't they beautiful?" he asked, "look at their makeup, aren't they pretty?"
I was transfixed. These two women were beyond beautiful. They were beautiful in a way I hadn't seen before. There was something about the way they sat, their makeup, how you could see the curve of one woman's breast about to slip out of her white blouse... they were, to me, staggeringly gorgeous. Ethereal. Goddesses. Their beauty, sexuality and desire spoke to me, touched my soul in a way nothing else had. They lived in a world where nudity and sexual expression were open and publicly encouraged. Whatever world that was, I belonged there.
The brief text alongside the pictures talked about how Fiona and Celeste had wanted to express their feelings for each other all summer. The next picture, where Fiona had her shirt open and one breast was completely exposed from her bra, showing her nipple, and Celeste had climbed up onto the table and had her skirt pulled up...
"Oh they are sooo beautiful!" I said. I sat up in bed, cross-legged. Adam put a hand on my shoulder to steady me as I turned the page. In the next photo, Fiona was sitting back on the table, her skirt and panties gone and her legs spread, her head thrown back. Celeste was topless, one hand massaging a nipple while she licked at Fiona's bare pussy.
"Oh they are so beautiful! So sexy," I said. I traced my finger along the photograph, smitten by the beautiful women. I wanted to share in their sexiness, I wanted to be part of it. The next picture had Fiona, wearing only her bra but pulled down to expose both breasts, sitting back in a little wicker cafe chair, one leg up on the table. Celeste was licking her nipple, nothing on but her bra hanging off one shoulder and her panties around her knees. She was leaning forward at an improbable angle, but I didn't care, I was as in love with these women as they obviously were with each other.
Years ago she told me this story and inspired me to write My Daughter Sephy. I'm going to add some words that she used at that time. I blue. 'Cause they're hot. [Editor]
Adam had unbuttoned my pajama top and his hand was on my breast. It felt so, so good. I wanted him to touch me, to molest me. But I couldn't speak.
I was about to turn the page of the magazine to experience the next photograph when the bedroom door burst open and my parents charged in.
"ADAM! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" my Dad shouted. He grabbed Adam and threw him off the bed, and my Mom came in and hugged and consoled me like I'd been injured.
"There, there, honey, it's okay, Mommy's here..."
Jeremy was at the doorway, looking guilty.
"Mom, I...." I was traumatized by the sudden interruption, like a loud noise shattering you out of a lovely dream. My emotions were scrambled, there were tears on my cheeks, I didn't know what to say or do. I didn't want them to be mad at Adam, he was showing me something beautiful, and I wanted more of it. I think I had a crush on him.
But my parents assumed the worst, they banned him from the house, made me go to counseling... which I didn't think I needed, it just confused me even further. It led to years of repressed sexuality, neuroses, self loathing, depression and insecurity. My emotional response to sexuality got so scrambled that I just suppressed everything, but deep inside my hidden desire was to be as beautiful, as sexual, as naked, as the women he showed me. It made me a messed up puppy for a very long time, until I met a beautiful man whose stories of teenage sex and nudity let me finally find the courage to accept what I'd wanted all along......
And here's what she said about that counseling:
They kicked him out, told him to never come back, and took me to a counselor. They wanted to make sure I wasn't corrupted, molested, whatever. So the counselor did a whole slew of tests and shit, and told my folks that I was still a virgin, I wasn't traumatized, so on. While he's telling them this, I'm looking at my counselor and wondering what he looks like naked. I'm 13 years old and imagining sucking him off.
How it Should Have Gone
My brother's friends usually would leave me alone, especially after I'd gone to bed, so I wondered what he wanted. Innocent me, I thought he just wanted to chat.
"Hey Mel,"
"Hey Adam. Whatcha doing here?"
"I wanted to show you something. You being a girl and all, I thought you'd appreciate it."
"Oh?" I sat up in bed, curious. The sheet fell away, exposing my yellow panties.
He sat on the bed with his magazine, he had a finger holding the right page.
"Look how beautiful these women are," he said, a little nervously. He flipped the magazine open and I saw two women in black micro miniskirts, skimpy white blouses, red bra and panties, sitting outdoors at a little French cafe table. Over the course of seven pages, photographs showed them kissing, then undressing each other, then we see a photographer taking their pictures. The women pull his pants down to suck his cock, then undress him, and the final photograph showed him fucking one girl while the other one straddled her face, and she was kissing the photographer.
Adam quickly turned back to the first picture, with the two women at the table, dressed and looking into each other's eyes. From the way one was leaning forward, you could see her red thong panties under her short skirt.
"Aren't they beautiful?" he asked, "look at their makeup, aren't they pretty?"
I was transfixed. These two women were beyond beautiful. They were beautiful in a way I hadn't seen before. There was something about the way they sat, their makeup, how you could see the curve of one woman's breast about to slip out of her white blouse... they were, to me, staggeringly gorgeous. Ethereal. Goddesses. Their beauty, sexuality and desire spoke to me, touched my soul in a way nothing else had. They lived in a world where nudity and sexual expression were open and publicly encouraged. Whatever world that was, I belonged there.
The brief text alongside the pictures talked about how Fiona and Celeste had wanted to express their feelings for each other all summer. The next picture, where Fiona had her shirt open and one breast was completely exposed from her bra, showing her nipple, and Celeste had climbed up onto the table and had her skirt pulled up...
"Oh they are sooo beautiful!" I said. I sat up in bed, cross-legged. Adam put a hand on my shoulder to steady me as I turned the page. In the next photo, Fiona was sitting back on the table, her skirt and panties gone and her legs spread, her head thrown back. Celeste was topless, one hand massaging a nipple while she licked at Fiona's bare pussy.
"Oh they are so beautiful! So sexy," I said. I traced my finger along the photograph, smitten by the beautiful women. I wanted to share in their sexiness, I wanted to be part of it. The next picture had Fiona, wearing only her bra but pulled down to expose both breasts, sitting back in a little wicker cafe chair, one leg up on the table. Celeste was licking her nipple, nothing on but her bra hanging off one shoulder and her panties around her knees. She was leaning forward at an improbable angle, but I didn't care, I was as in love with these women as they obviously were with each other.
Adam had unbuttoned my pajama top and his hand was on my breast. It felt so, so good. I wanted him to touch me. I leaned against him, let my weight settle so his hand was on my nipple.
I turned the page of the magazine, and here Fiona and Celeste were both beautifully nude, like sexual goddesses, and a young man had a camera, was photographing them.
I slid a hand down to my panties and touched myself through the yellow fabric. It felt so good to have Adam there, showing me the most beautiful women in the world, his hand on my young body.
In the next picture, Fiona and Celeste were kissing while the man photographed them, and Fiona was smiling wickedly at the camera - at me, not the photographer in the shoot. His pants were opened and his hard cock was out. Fiona was stroking his cock.
Impulsively I touched Adam's pants and his cock lurched. He ran his fingertips over my nipple, so I shimmied out of my pajama top, giving him both my nipples. I was so hot, so excited! In the next picture, the guy's pants were gone completely, he was only wearing his shirt, and my heroines were kneeling before him, both kissing his hard cock. Celeste's legs were spread wide and her beautiful pussy was open to the viewer.
Adam ran a finger from my bellybutton down to my pussy and my entire body shivered with desire. I leaned up and slid my panties down off my legs, and tossed them aside. I was naked in the presence of a boy, a boy who was showing me beauty and sex, for the first time ever. I was in heaven!
The next picture had Celeste with his cock in her mouth. She was sucking on his cock, while Fiona had one hand on his ass, the other on her lover's body.
I reached up and helped Adam our of his shirt, then watched happily as he slipped his pants off. His seventeen year old cock sprang to full attention, and I winked at Fiona in the picture. I was in their world now!!
He moaned as I stroked his cock, my fingers loving the feel of him. He turned back to where Celeste was sucking his cock, and oh YES I wanted to!
I sat up in bed and Adam lay back, and I carefully set Fiona and Celeste where they could see as I opened my mouth and slid Adam's cock between my lips. He moaned aloud as I imagined Fiona helping me suck Adam's sweet cock.
I was kneeling over him, my head bobbing up and down, his fingers in my pussy, when the bedroom door opened.
"Damn, Mel," Jeremy said closing the door behind him, "you look...."
"Horny," I breathed. I rubbed my hands over Adam's chest as a wash of pre-cum teased my tongue.
"Dude....." Adam whispered, "your sister is fuckin' smokin!"
With one hand I turned the page to where the photographer was fucking Celeste from behind, and waved it at Jeremy. He caught on quickly and threw his clothes aside, stroking his already hard young cock.
I posed for him exactly as Celeste was, sexy, open and inviting. My brother got on the bed, put his hands on my ass and slid his cock into my virgin pussy.
I was acting out my heroines, my sex goddesses. I was sucking Adam's cock while Jeremy, my brother, fucked me from behind.
I was in heaven!!!!!
Adam came in my mouth and I happily, eagerly, swallowed his cum, and Jeremy motioned that he was close. I turned to face him and his cum splashed all over me, running down my nude pubescent body.
For the next hour we flipped through the magazine and acted out the pictures, or I posed nude and sexy when it was a solo girl.
I found out that night exactly who and what I was: a horny, sexually charged, confident, exhibitionistic slut.
We eventually fell asleep in a pile together, a 13 year old girl, her brother and his friend, and the next morning I went down to breakfast, still naked and horny. I had my brother's cum on my body when Mom put a plate of eggs and toast in front of me....if she knew, she didn't say a thing.
......Well that's how it SHOULD have gone.
...and this is why I write erotic fiction. To rediscover the girl inside I thought I'd lost
I love you, my inner slut.
…and this is why I love Sephy's stories. They come from a place that's so deep and so inaccessible that so few of us ever reach it, but when we do our only recourse is to flood her with our cum as we touch heaven together.
And so, boys and girls, let this story be a lesson to you. In Heinlein's words, "Always yield to temptation. It may not pass your way again."
