This is a story about how I was first introduced to sex. My early teen experiences formed the basis for my sexual preferences today. Mrs. Bookmen had been our next-door neighbor ever since I can remember. Her husband had left her years before for some young secretary or something, leaving her in pretty good financial shape and she never remarried. They never had children of their own and over the years she had always treated me as if I was her baby sister as she put it.

Mrs. Bookmen had a backyard pool, and from the time I was ten or so, I was next door practically everyday during the summer. Both my parents worked and during the summer since I wasn't in school, Mrs. Bookmen would check up on me and I would spend most days just lounging around her pool or at my house watching TV. Sometimes I would have a friend over. She was around forty or so then but I thought she looked pretty good in a two-piece for an "older" lady. She was slim but she had a massive set of tits. From a young impressionable ten year olds perspective, I guess all adult women had big tits. It became a daily routine that in the morning, I'd come over around ten, help her out with some household choirs like dusting, making up her bed and helping her make lunch, and then after lunch, we'd hit the pool for tanning and swimming. Sometimes she would swim with me and play touch tag. When I was it, I used to love to try and tag her by touching her on her bum or tits and pretend it was an accident. But she would never seem to mind anyway. When Mrs. Bookmen was it, I couldn't wait for her to tag me because most of the time she would tag me by touching my little tits, pussy, or bum. My favorite game was when we would play tunnel by swimming under water through each other's legs in the shallow end facing up. Since I couldn't spread my legs out far enough because I was so short, sometimes, Mrs. Bookmen would bump my pussy with her face. Sometimes I would hit hers with my face or head on purpose but let on that I tried not to.

By the time I was thirteen I began to grow little tits of my own. I started to have some shape to my body and noticed I was growing hair on my little pussy. I remember the day I had my first period. I was sitting on Mrs. Bookmen's sofa when I noticed stains of blood on my white shorts. I cried out and Mrs. Bookmen rushed over to have a look. She stripped off my shorts and panties and wiped my pussy with a clean wet cloth then kissed me there and told me it was all better. She explained what had happened and that all was all right. I realized I liked the comfort of her mouth kissing my pussy and I hoped that she would do it again soon.

It was right about then that I began to notice how attractive looking Mrs. Bookmen was. Sometimes, when we were lying out by the pool, Mrs. Bookmen would lay on her back with her legs spread open while tanning. I noticed a high mound at her crotch and saw that her pussy hair was sticking out the outside of her bikini panties. The sight of her made me feel butterflies and all tingly between my legs. I had some hair down there but not much. I was embarrassed when she caught me staring and even worst, I think she saw me rubbing myself and I quickly pretended to be adjusting my bikini bottoms. As if to read my mind, Mrs. Bookmen said "Yes I know it looks pretty bad, I'll trim it later." Surprised and stun, I said "what?" "You know the bikini line!" she said. I had no clue what she meant and she went on to explain that after awhile every so often woman have to shave and trim around their private parts so that bikini's look great on them. "One day you'll have to trim to, would you like to learn how to do it sometime?" she asked "Sure Mrs. Bookmen, that would be really cool" I told her. Usually, I would leave later in the afternoon and she would go up and have her shower but that day we went up to her bathroom and she showed me how to trim my bikini line. She only pulled her panties back far enough so that she could lather and shave but secretly I was hoping she would remove her bikini bottoms completely to shave.

That night alone in my room I practiced with my Mom's shaver and later, I masturbated myself to sleep thinking about the events that had happened that afternoon. From that day on, whenever I wore my bikini swimsuit, I would make sure that I didn't need to trim. By now I was used to all the compliments and attention that Mrs. Bookmen gave me and I actually wanted to hear it. When I wore different swimsuits or outfits on different days hoping that Mrs. Bookmen would notice and she would always say how pretty I was and that she wished she could still look as young and sexy as me. That would make me feel good and all grown up to hear her say that and I would always tell her that I hoped I would look as beautiful and sexy as she does when I was her age. She would always smile and take me into her arms and give me a big hug every time. I liked being able to snug up close to her large soft breasts.