The following only recently came to mind. I had forgotten about it for dozens of years. I guess it is because I wanted to forget it ever happened.
While living on Grove St., the house to our south was a rental. The family that recently rented it was not known to anyone in the neighborhood.
The neighbors never were explicit about why they didn’t like the family. I had no idea what was wrong, but I knew something was.
I was about 8 or 9 years old, and the neighbor girl was a year or so older. She was always friendly to me. One afternoon she invited me to play in her backyard. She had a large blanket. She covered us up completely.
She wanted to play “doctor,” and this in itself wasn’t unusual for children, so I wasn’t afraid.
She removed her underwear.
She pulled my shorts down and began to touch me. Still, I wasn’t alarmed. When I finally got an erection, she gave me oral sex. That surprised me.
She had me touch her pubic area, and my curiosity about what a girl looked like didn’t stop me. Soon she told me it was my turn to do the same for her. She was telling me to kiss her the same way as she did me. That lasted only several seconds, and I quit and got out from under the blanket and went home. Never played with her again. They soon moved away.
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