Perverts 'R' Us

Madison

By Valleyal ( m/f, 1st, mast )

Hi. My name is Madison and last week I had my 13th birthday. I am in the 8th grade here at my school in Western North Carolina. The boy that I am sweet on is named Todd. He is also in the 8th grade. We have grown up as next door neighbors. Todd has his birthday exactly one week after mine.

I know what people will say....that girls are supposed to like boys that are much older than them or that maybe ones my age that they are supposed to like boys who are already driving. In a way I can see that, what with neither Todd nor I having any transportation. Money from allowances doesn't go very far either in paying to go places or do stuff.

But there are a lot of advantages to dating someone like Todd. First of all, my parents know and trust him. I get to do lots and lots of stuff with Todd that I never would be allowed to do with someone else.

Second of all, I trust Todd. It is not like it would be with someone I barely know. From knowing each other all our lives Todd knows what my hopes and dreams are as well as knowing what my fears and disappointments are. He knows when to back off or even if I need a hug.

Years ago when I first started going to school I was molested by a much older boy. I am all past that now but I still have anxieties about getting romantic and stuff. Back then it was like I didn't have any power to stop it. With Todd, all I have to do is just say no and he stops.

With both of us being so close in age there is not really that much of a size difference. He is maybe two inches or so if even that taller than me and perhaps 10 pounds heavier. Girls do get raped out there. When the boy is like a foot taller, 100 pounds heavier, and lots stronger, then it is real had to fight them off. I know that because that is what I had to go through seven years ago.

I guess the most important thing is Todd is sooooooo sweet. I also should say he is a hottie. He doesn't have any muscles at all, but he is so cute.

Since this is a sex website I suppose I am supposed to say what we have done. I am a good girl and not a slut or a ho. So if you are wanting to read about a teen girl slut or a teen girl ho then you would need to read another story instead.

That is not to say Todd and me are puritan innocent and holier than thou. We are just two normal kids who want to do stuff right. If you can, try to remember back when you were a teen entering puberty and how every thing seemed so different and spooky and exciting and scary and awkward and romantic and breath-taking, all within the same minute. That is what it is like for us.

Todd and I have kissed off and on for a while. In elementary school we used to practice kiss. You know what that is. That is where you practice your kissing with someone, telling them it is just as friends, so that when you get older you won't be a big dummy all about it. But if it was with someone you didn't like at all, you never would have even wanted to practice kiss with them at all.

Next we got to where he would sometimes kiss me goodbye. Sometimes I did the goodbye kiss, but it was mostly Todd then. It was usually on the cheek or forehead and occasionally for special occasions on the lips. Those times were always special because they were unexpected. Sometimes when we were at a game or perhaps at Dollywood he might reach over and hold my hand. I would get all tingly inside then.

When I started getting curves Todd would get all bug eyed and tongue tied. It was like the few times in elementary school when I would wear a dress and he would act surprised to figure out that I was a girl.

Todd has been very patient with me on going slow with stuff. He is a boy so I am sure that what he wants is to like go all the way. I am human, so yeah, I do think about it. But that is what a slut or a ho would do. I am a good girl and well worth earning.

At the movies Todd will sit on my left with his right arm around me. If his arm goes to sleep then we will hold hands, his right and my left hand. After maybe 30 minutes of the movie his left hand will start rubbing and massaging my left arm starting first at my wrist then going higher up. My forearm and elbow will be next followed by whatever muscle that is which is on the upper arm. When he is doing this his fingers are rubbing my arm but the back part or his fingers and hand are bumping against my chest. I know it and he knows it but neither one of us is supposed to admit knowing it.

Now if he starts acting like a fool grabbing and squeezing then I can't exactly pretend I don't notice that, so I have to make him stop. Todd has learned not to act like a fool.

So he is sorta massaging my upper arm with his fingers but really what he is doing is with the back or his hand pushing against my boob. I then sort of lean toward him or maybe turn more his way sort of poking my chest out into the back of his hand. This goes on toward maybe 2/3 of the way through the movie.

This way things start building up in anticipation. It is innocent and exciting all at the same time. Plus, in a way, I am making him work for it and earn it. Then maybe when there is only 20 minutes or so left in the movie Todd will pretend like his left hand has went to sleep. By this time he is holding my left with his right hand. He will then reach across with his left hand to hold my right hand. After a few minutes I will then hold the back part of his hand with mine. That way his hand is under mine and his fingers are around my tummy. I will then rub the back part of his hand with his fingers pretend to push back against my hand but in reality they are free to touch me.

Now, if he starts acting like a fool and starts to reach downward, say toward a zipper, then I have to put a stop. I have a funny way to do this. I reach for it, then hand him a coke, that way his hand gets all ice cold and wet. Todd has learned not to act like a fool.

At this point it all kind of depends on what I am wearing and what kind of mood I am in. If I am wearing a long shirt and I have it tucked into my jeans, then that is all he is going to get to touch. More lately I have been wearing shorter shirts or if they are longer not tucking them in. That way I have sort of a bare midriff. This is when I can feel his hand more tremble, when he first gets to touch bare skin of my tummy.

I know and he knows what he wants to do is to feel up my boobs, he preferably inside my shirt. But he has to be sweet about it all evening and do it in such a way that it won't be crude or cheap-like.

So, he will be rubbing my tummy and slowly easing my shirt up. It will be bare skin all the way until he finally gets to the bottom of my push up bra. That is when his hand stops and freezes. It better freeze. My hand will still be above his squeezing and rubbing his. We will both be pretending not to notice where his hand is. Since by now it is real late in the movie what we might do next is French-kiss if he has been real good and gentle and patient and all the good stuff.

He will just leave his hand where it is and be patient. If I lean toward him to kiss then what I will actually be doing is turning my boob right into his hand which he will have waiting. The more I am leaning toward him the more I am pressing my boob into his hand. He is free to touch and caress so long as he remains gentle.

This is how we have worked up to stuff.

For my birthday last week Todd got me flowers, a pretty card, a bracelet with both our names on it in hearts and a pretty sweater which I know his Mom helped pick out.

Last night was Todd's birthday. I also got him a card as well as two shirts, one jacket and a matching bracelet like the one he gave me. We also went to the movies again for his birthday.

I wore the new sweater he got me as well as the bracelet. The surprise was the one thing I didn't wear. I didn't wear a bra under the sweater.

To some of you, this might not have seemed like much, but to me this was a big step. It takes courage to overcome fears as well as lots of trust and love in the other person. I love Todd. He may not know it yet, but someday I am going to marry that boy. I want each of the steps we take to be special. That anything we do he has never did with another girl and knows I have never done with another boy.

So we sit down in our seats at the theatre. This time we are on the very back row and not just somewhere in the middle. Usually early in the movie we just hold hands on the same side. This time, during the opening credits I reached for his right hand with my left but I also reached with my right hand reached across him to hold his left hand. I pulled it towards me, pretending to mostly be examining the new matching bracelet which he had on his left wrist. After several hints he finally got the idea to examine the bracelet on my left wrist and after each of us examined the new bracelets. After we got done looking at the bracelets what changed and was different was that where I placed and moved our hands when done.

Holding his left hand in mine I had moved it to my tummy even moving it just inside my sweater a bit, then I left his hand there and instead of leaving mine above it I leaned my head on his shoulder and had my right hand around my chin at his shoulder. One thing I didn't intend and only gradually realized was that sitting this way, the way I was kind of contorted, him holding my left hand with his right our hands were more in his lap than ever before. Usually they were either on the armrest or at most around one or the others knee area. Leaning with my head on his shoulder as a pillow my arm couldn't bend awkwardly enough to be holding hands at the armrest and my hand ended up much higher up his leg than I had ever imagined.

Todd at first was real apprehensive. I guess he had heard more than once me fuss at him for acting like a fool so he was real tentative. This wasn't our normal routine of working up to stuff. Thirty minutes into the movie and he had yet to realize I didn't have on a bra. At the exact moment his fingers had finally creeped up my rib case and discovered a bare, braless boob it was like a bolt of static electricity shot thru both of us. It took him another five minutes for him to return.

It was so romantic. He was so gentle and tentative and I supposed so scared I was gonna make him stop. He was tender with almost a feather touch feeling up the underside of my boob when I then leaned more into him for a kiss so that now my bare nipple was between his fingers. At the end of the kiss I said "I hope you like all of your birthday presents." What he said next was so sweet that I now know I was doing the right thing. He whispered "I will treasure them all."

The movie was not even half way through so Todd got plenty of opportunity to feel up both of my boobs. He was so tender and so gentle I was getting goose-bumps and getting all mushy inside. Nothing in the world could have been more romantic.

My head had been on his shoulder for way more than an hour and I was sorta getting a crick in my neck. Todd could have had every nerve ending in his body go numb and he wouldn't have dared tried to change positions for fear that he would have to stop what he was doing. But as I said I was starting to get a crick in my neck.

I guess Todd sensed this, so when I started to sit up much straighter he just leaned his head on my shoulder and used it as a pillow. This seemed ok and I guess for him he wouldn't have to be reaching so far to feel me up. He had really pulled my sweater up a bunch more so he could feel up both. Now with his head on my shoulder each time he looked down rather than up I could actually feel his breath on my boob. His face was no more than an inch from my left boob.

Also, with his body eased down in his seat to have his head so low on my shoulder, the other hands I mentioned earlier that we had been holding, my left hand and his right, there was no doubt now that it was definitely in his lap.

The theater wasn't crowded and since we were on the back row nobody could see us. Todd whispered "Can I kiss it". This was more than I had planned. All along what I had planned special was for him to for the first time get to feel up and play with a bare boob, and get to do this way early in the movie so it wouldn't have to be rushed. But I was getting butterflies in my stomach because it was all so exciting. I didn't know what to do. I just froze for several seconds. Then something funny happened on the screen which made me giggle and when I did that I had leaned forward and by doing this leaning forward put my nipple straight into his mouth.

Wow!!!! Pinpricks shot little bolts of electricity throughout my body. Todd's tongue was like magic what it was doing to me. But now he had both hands free. I knew my hand had been and was in his lap but it wasn't like I had been feeling him up or anything. I knew his thingy was under there someplace.

Todd also was very aware that this was one of my bad phobias of the past. Male thingies are ugly, hairy things that smell bad and all that. Normally, I just acted like Todd didn't have one and the few times I might accidentally bump against it or either become aware that he might be getting an erection, I would just pretend and he would pretend we didn't notice.

But he was pushing and grinding it in my hand as he nibbled and licked on my nipples. Then he brought my other hand over. Now, if he had unzipped or pulled it out, I would have immediately stopped. That would be something to do some other time in the future.

He is nibbling on my boobs. He is holding my hands so that they are cupped around his thingy. There are just his thin sweat pants and I suppose his underwear between my fingers and his thingy. I can definitely feel the shape of it. Then, as the credits of the movie come on the screen, he really sucks deeper on my nipple as all of a sudden it gets real wet and damp where my hands are on his sweatpants. Wow!!! He is cumming as I can feel his thingy twitch as he squirts.

This was the best birthday ever. I got a hickey on each of my boobs. At least I could hide it as his Momma picked us up in the parking lot. Todd had to wear his jacket around his waist to hide his wet spot and here it was like 20 degrees. It was so funny I didn't have the heart to suggest to him that he could have used the excuse that I had spilled my coke in his lap.

Until the next trip to the movies.....this has been Madison.... your favorite eighth-grader.