Trust Me (59 page)
When
I
was
fourteen
I
started
to
develop,
and
by
the
time
I
was
fifteen,
I
had
matured
quite
nicely;
my
breasts
were
larger
than
most
of
the
girls
my
age,
and
I
had
a
little
bottom
and
long
legs.
By
the
time
I
was
sixteen,
I
realized
that
boys
were
looking
at
me
differently,
but
there
was
one
boy
in particular
that
I
found
an
interest
in.
He
was
the
son
of
a
neighbor
and
very
handsome.
I
don’t
know
if
he
was
aware
of
how
many
girls
around
town
were
looking
at
him.
For
privacy
reasons,
let’s
just
call
him
Buddy.
He
was
shy
and
slightly
withdrawn,
but
because
he
lived
on
a
farm
and
had
many
chores,
he
was
well
developed
for
a
boy
of
seventeen.
I
tried
on
several
occasions
to
capture
Buddy’s
attention,
wore
skimpy
outfits,
short
skirts,
revealing
shorts,
but
he
never
seemed
to
notice
me,
until
one
day
when
I
found
the
courage
to approach
him.
He
had
dark
hair
and
midnight
blue
eyes
and
when
I
said
hi
to
him,
he
smiled,
and
I
knew
I
was
lost.
I
spent
several
days
waiting
patiently
until
he
would
go
to
do
his
chores,
and
I
would
join
him,
talk
with
him
and
flirt
the
best
I
could,
since
I
had
never
attempted
anything
so
outlandish
before.
It
was
on
a
very
warm
weekend
in
July
that
my
father
left
me
alone.
He
had
business
to
do
in
London
and
didn’t
want
me
to
go,
which
was
fine
by
me.
My
father
was
a
representative
for
a
company
that
sold
building
materials,
and
his
job
was
quite
boring
to
say
the
least.
However,
since
I
was
alone
for
three
whole
days,
I
decided
it
was
time
to
get
to
know
Buddy
a
little
better.
I
saw
him
in
the
corral
with
a
new
pony
his
father
had
just
purchased
and
called
him
over.
I
asked
him
if
he
wanted
to
come
to my house,
but
he
was
hesitant
and
kept
looking
behind
me.
I
told
him
my
father
was
gone
for
the
weekend,
and
the
look
on
his
face
was
priceless.
You
would
have
thought
I
had
offered
him
the
world…well
I
nearly
did.
Buddy
came
over
and
I
made
him
a
sandwich,
and
we
sat
on
the
sofa
in
the
parlor
for
about
an
hour
just
talking.
I
kept
hoping
he
would
kiss
me,
but
he
seemed
to
have
a
considerable
amount
of
control.
It
irritated
the
hell
out
of
me,
so
I
took
the
initiative
and
kissed
him.
It
was
awkward
at
first,
but
I
didn’t
let
up
and
he
very
quickly
relaxed
and
kissed
me
back.
It
only
took
about
ten
minutes,
and
I
was
lying
on
the
sofa
beneath
him,
his
hands
exploring
my
body
as
our
lips
and
tongues
danced
a
tango.
I
didn’t
want
to
lose
contact
with
him,
but
I
didn’t
want
my
first time…our
first
time
to
be
on
my
father’s
sofa.
I
told
him
I
had
a
special
place
in
the
old
barn
and
asked
if
he
wanted
to
see
it.
He
agreed,
and
I
took
him
into
my
lair.
The
barn
itself
was
quite
scary,
rotting
boards
on
the
floors
and
walls,
shingles
missing
from
the
roof
and
there
was
an
owl’s
nest
in
the
corner.
It
smelled
pretty
bad
as
well,
but
I
had
incense,
and
I
lit
it
once
we
had
arrived
in
the
loft.
It
was
very
comfortable; I
had
made
a
bed
out
of
several
soft
blankets; a
small
wooden
crate
served
as
a
table
and
I
had
candles
for
light.
Thinking
back
on
it
now,
the
candles
may
not
have
been
such
a
great
idea
considering
how
old
the
place
was,
but
I
was
one
week
into
my
sixteenth
year,
what
did
I
know?
Buddy
and
I
lay
down
on
the
blankets
and
continued
our
snogging
for
a
long
time,
but
I
was
getting
frustrated
that
he
wasn’t
doing
more.
I
figured
I
was
going
to
have
to
be
the
aggressive
one,
and
since
he
was
such
a
gentleman,
I
needed
to
persuade
him.
I
sat
up
and
watched
his
eyes
as
I
unbuttoned
my
shirt
and
removed
it.
I
didn’t
have
a
bra
on,
so
he
was
instantly
rewarded
with
a
full
view
of
what
other
boys
were
whispering
about.
Buddy
couldn’t
stop
staring
at
me; his
eyes
were
the
size
of
saucers,
and
he
seemed
to
be
having
difficulty
breathing.
I
have
to
admit,
for
being
a
virgin,
I
was
quite
enjoying
myself.
I
stood
above
him
and
slowly
unbuttoned
my
old
worn
jeans
I
had
cut
into
shorts,
watching
him
as
I
slid
them
down
my
legs.
That
day
I
had
decided
against
wearing
knickers,
I
wanted
to
feel
the
material
against
my
pubic
bones,
so
taking
off
my
shorts
was
like
taking
off
my
shirt;
he
saw
it
all.