Warning: read responsibly, and not for fun
--- Gladys' Pov
As I reflect on my childhood, I realize how blissfully unaware I was of the challenges life had in store for me. Growing up, I was a bright and ambitious kid, filled with dreams of becoming a teacher. My parents, Evelyn and John, were my rock, supporting me every step of the way. My dad's truck was our trusty companion, ferrying me to school and back, with my mom always ensuring I had everything I needed.
Elementary school flew by in a whirlwind of laughter, learning, and friendships. Before I knew it, I was graduating and ready to embark on a new journey as a freshman in high school. The thrill of meeting new friends, exploring unfamiliar classrooms, and trekking to school with my friends was exhilarating.
But little did I know, my life was about to take a dramatic turn.
One fateful evening, at 4 pm, my parents and I visited our family friends, the Whites, in New York City. James White, a kind-hearted laundry washing man, had been my dad's friend for years. Their daughter, Dorris, was my closest friend, and I always looked forward to our visits.
As we arrived, Mrs. Vikky White welcomed me with her warm smile. "How are you, little angel?" she asked, gently stroking my hair. I beamed, replying, "I'm fine, thank you, Aunt Vikky."
My dad and Mr. White excused themselves to discuss business at his laundry shop, leaving my mom to chat with Mrs. White. Dorris and I slipped outside to play, enjoying the evening breeze.
As dusk approached, we gathered for dinner, sharing stories and laughter. During prayers, Dorris would mischievously pinch my toes, and I'd whisper, "Close your eyes, Dorris," as she giggled and obliged.
After the night prayer, I bid everyone goodnight, and my mom instructed me to sleep with Dorris. I was 10, and Dorris was 12 – just kids, really. We were sleeping over because my dad's truck had broken down, and we'd head back home tomorrow.
As we settled into bed, I excitedly shared my freshman experiences with Dorris. She listened intently, laughing and offering words of encouragement. Being one class ahead of me and attending a different school, Dorris seemed wise beyond her years.
That night, I drifted off to sleep, unaware of the events that would soon change my life forever.
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As I drifted off to sleep, I felt Dorris' gentle caresses on my body. Her soft touch sent shivers down my spine, but I didn't realize what was happening until she lifted my gown. Her fingers traced my growing breasts, and I felt a jolt of surprise.
"What are you doing?" I asked, slapping her hand away. "Stop it!"
"Hush! You'll like it, honey. Let me teach you," Dorris whispered, her voice low and soothing.
I tried to push her away, but she guided my hands to her body.
"Touch my pants and slide it open. Touch me there, at the spot," she instructed.
I hesitated, but my curiosity got the better of me. I touched her, and she moaned.
"Ah, out saliva... no... no. Lick your hand and touch me there again," she whispered.
I felt a wave of discomfort, but Dorris licked my fingers and guided them back to her vagina. She started moving slowly on the bed, her breathing heavy.
"Touch my breast," she whispered, guiding my other hand.
Her breast was bigger than mine, and I felt a mix of emotions - disgust and curiosity.
As we continued, Dorris' breathing quickened. She licked her fingers and lifted my dress, fingering me through my pants. Then, she removed them and spat on her hands, fingering herself and me at the same time.
I couldn't help but smile; it felt pleasurable.
"Do you like it?" Dorris asked.
"Is this good?" I replied, unsure.
"It's so good. I do it from time to time," Dorris whispered.
After what seemed like an hour, Dorris removed my hands and licked hers. She whispered in my ear.
"Next time, I'll kiss you and eat you up."
I turned away, shy and confused. Dorris touched my buttocks.
"I love you, Gladys. Don't tell your parents about this. It's our big secret."
Unbeknownst to Dorris, she unleashed a monster within me that night. While my human side felt disgust, the monster craved more.
I didn't know it was a monster yet, since it haven't claimed my whole body completely, but a part of me smiled, wanting to do it again.
The next morning, I woke up feeling shy and unsettled. My mind replayed the events of the previous night like a broken record, making it hard to focus. During morning prayer, I couldn't shake off the memories. Dorris, on the other hand, seemed unfazed, her eyes closed in devotion.
How could she be so calm? I wondered.
After prayer, we exchanged pleasantries with the Whites, and my mom and I prepared to leave. My dad stayed behind to find an engineer to fix his truck. We hailed a cab, and as we rode home, my thoughts drifted back to the night before.
The rest of the weekend was a blur. I couldn't shake off the feeling of dirtiness. Every time I thought about Dorris, my stomach churned.
On Sunday afternoon, my mom called out from the kitchen, "Come, let's bathe together, Honey! When was the last time Mommy scrubbed your back? Let's go to the sauna!"
I felt a surge of anxiety. The thought of being naked and vulnerable made me want to retreat.
"Go without me, Mom. I'm a little tired, and I have my books to read," I lied for the first time in my life, trying to sound convincing.
My mom smiled, unaware of my turmoil. "Okay, sweetie. You're such a diligent student." She kissed me and headed out, locking the kitchen door behind her.
As soon as she left, I locked my bedroom door and began doing my homework, trying to distract myself from the lingering emotions.
But the memories lingered, haunting me.