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   Story: Lust / Innocence   
   (m/g, First Time, Oral)   
      
   1986. I was about 7 years old. I was the youngest in my family. We lived   
   in an   
   apartment building, on the 2nd floor, with just one more floor above   
   ours. A   
   family of four resided above us, a couple and their 2 little girls. The   
   youngest   
   one was a toddler, I assume about 2 or 3. The elder one was about 8, an   
   year   
   elder to me.   
      
   I was a shy kid. I didn't go out much, I didn't play out much, neither   
   did I   
   have many friends, and definitely none girls. The girl who lived above   
   me, she   
   became my first 'girl' friend. After school, in the afternoon, she would   
   often   
   invite me to come upstairs and play with her. She was very, very   
   comfortable to   
   be with, and had the most beautiful smile. With candy, treats, toys and a   
   wonderful heart, she got rid of my shyness very quickly and our playtime   
   together became a daily regular.   
      
   She was so beautiful. Very fair, beautiful brown eyes, lovely black hair, a   
   petite but gorgeous little girl. I don't' recall a memory of her without a   
   smile, except when in lustful expressions.   
      
   Her apartment was on the topmost floor, and had a very large adjoining   
   roof/balcony. The balcony had a little room where we would most often go   
   and   
   play. The home setting was always on our side. Her father was at work   
   during   
   day, returning at night, and her mother would most often take a nap in the   
   afternoon, while we played. Sometimes, in fact, she would go downstairs   
   to spend   
   time with my mother, while we played upstairs. All this always gave us   
   immense   
   privacy and freedom.   
      
   I think it only took a few days, perhaps 2 weeks, before she initiated.   
   It all   
   began with a game that even to this day adults play as role-play, living   
   out   
   their fantasies. A game called "Doctor".   
      
   I was the Doctor. And she was the patient. I remember her sitting in   
   front of me   
   on the floor, where we usually played, in that little room on the   
   roof... in a   
   soft white/pink skirt and a white top, with her legs stretched out, her   
   back   
   resting against the wall. I sat right next to her, as she complained of   
   'pain'   
   in her legs.   
      
   She took my hand in hers, and very gently placed it on her knee. It was the   
   first time I had touched a girl's leg. That one little touch sparked   
   some very   
   strange and unrecognized emotions & feelings inside my body & mind. I do   
   remember that I felt both nervous, a little   
   strange, a little confused of my own   
   feelings, but I also remember that I looked at her skirt, at her knee,   
   and parts   
   of me wanted my hand to travel upwards, inside her skirt, over her legs.   
      
   And that's exactly what she did. Very gently she dragged my hand, my palm   
   touching her bare legs, higher and higher, going across her knee, her   
   upper leg,   
   her thighs, dragging the skirt up, exposing her thighs to my eyes... and   
   I felt   
   fixated in that stare as I couldn't get enough of looking at her thighs.   
   She   
   left my hand right below her pubic region, and the skirt had lifted   
   enough to   
   expose her panties.   
      
   The next few minutes I spent touching her bare legs with my hand. Her   
   thighs,   
   her knees, embracing her legs over and over with my palms, as she sat   
   there in,   
   with a lovely, yet faint smile, and an expression of pleasure.   
      
   For the next few days we would play 'Doctor' at every chance we got, and   
   I would   
   be hungry with anticipation, to touch her legs again and again. Every   
   chance,   
   she would expose her legs to me, and sit in pleasure, just letting me   
   caress her   
   legs, all the way up to her thighs, as I developed sexuality in my   
   actions and   
   mind.   
      
   It only took a few days for us to take it further. It was a day when her   
   mother   
   went downstairs, and we were both alone upstairs, playing in our little   
   room.   
   The main door of her apartment was a noisy one, alerting of opening or   
   closing,   
   which gave us plenty of opportunity to be alerted. It was like the 'perfect   
   setting'.   
      
   We both sat down to play doctor, but I was unaware of what lay ahead of   
   me. My   
   heart always raced a little faster when I would touch her legs, and the   
   feelings, though I couldn't explain or reason with, were just too 'nice' to   
   ignore or let go. I sat closer to her, and began caressing her legs,   
   lifting up   
   her skirt enough to expose both her thighs to me. But it was only a   
   minute or   
   two that she took my hand in hers and brought it up. She lifted her top   
   slightly, and put my hand on her bare stomach, right above her belly,   
   and gently   
   caressed my palm over her stomach. She left my hand and I took it as a   
   cue. I   
   continued. To my amazement and little bit of shock, she lifted up her   
   top and   
   swiftly, rather quickly, removed it completely. I was dumbstruck for a   
   second. I   
   couldn't help but stare at her newly developing breasts. Tiny in size,   
   yet her   
   tiny nipples caught all my attention. My heart had never raced this   
   fast, and I   
   felt urges I couldn't explain. A sort of trembling took over me. My eyes   
   traveled from one nipple to another, and wandering all over her tiny little   
   breasts, her shoulders, her belly. It was the first time I didn't   
   hesitate to   
   take initiative.   
      
   I traced her belly, her breast line, the little formations of soft, sensual   
   skin, taking my fingers and my hands up towards her nipples. As I   
   touched her   
   nipples gently, feeling them, I could see her drowning in emotions I   
   couldn't   
   understand. Her eyes seemed mesmerized, and her mouth kept a faint smile   
   on.   
      
   While her body, her nipples and the cravings of sexual desire were   
   absorbing me   
   inside my mind, she gently took off her skirt, and her panties with   
   them, taking   
   them down over her legs and completely off. At that moment, sat in front   
   of me a   
   beautiful, sensual 8-year-old girl, completely naked and drowned in sexual   
   desire. All my attention and my vision fell upon and stuck to her very   
   tiny,   
   very sweet and very sexual pussy lips. I could clearly see the slit.   
   There was   
   absolutely no hair around it, and it aroused me intensely.   
      
   By then I didn't question my feelings, nor did I allow myself to submit to   
   confusion, I just submit myself to desire and lust. I traced her body   
   with my   
   eyes... her legs, her knees, her thighs, her pussy, her navel, her   
   belly, her   
   breasts... my eyes raced over and over.   
      
   She spread her legs a little bit to expose her pussy even more...   
   inviting me. I   
   took my hands and touched her there. Felt her little pussy. I tried   
   parting the   
   pussy lips... and found that she liked it.   
      
   While I played with her pussy, engulfed in unrecognized feelings of lust   
   and   
   sexual desire. She promptly undressed me. And in minutes we were both   
   naked. For   
   the first time I saw my own cock, slightly erect. It wasn't soft and   
   tiny as it   
   always used to be. I saw it slightly poised, a little erect, a little   
   hard. She   
   played with my cock and my balls, touching them, rubbing them, gently   
   stroking   
      
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