Ever since I was a little girl, I have admired a certain boy. He was always my special hero; he was sometimes my baby sitter and sometimes my math or geography tutor. He was always sweet and considerate and I always loved him. More than that, I had a crush on him since I was 6 or 7 years old. He never knew it because I am shy and never told anybody, except my mom. She knew all about it.

When I was almost 13 years old, he was almost 18 and finishing high school. Just before the Prom, his girlfriend abruptly broke up with him and he had no one to take to the dance. He was crushed because he had worked so hard in school and he was looking forward to that night of celebration, music, dancing, and fun. My mom learned of this and suggested that he take me to the dance. I was almost as tall then as I am now and she made a good sell; he agreed. When my mom told me, I could not believe it. I was so happy that I almost peed in my pants. My mom bought me a beautiful elegant and sexy dress and she herself fixed it up to make it fit me better. It was such a treat for me that even now my heart races remembering. I will never forget his face at the foot of the stairs when I came out ready to go to the dance. It was as if he had never seen me before, he didn't recognized me, he loved the way I looked, and yet it was the same old me, the same little girl that he chased so many times, knock to the ground, and tickled and squeezed my belly until he made her fart, loudly.

We had a wonderful time at the Prom. I think we danced just about every song the band played. He didn't want to let go of me and he looked so proud and distant when his friends would walk by and say "where did you find that hottie?" He never replied; he just smiled and gently squeezed my hand to make me part of his inner conversation. That wonderful evening went very fast. The next day, he was on his way to college. He had decided long before, that he'd sign up for the summer before his freshman year, just to get ahead. He was far away but I relieved that evening over and over in my dreams.

A Saturday morning, about 10 months later, I lazily woke up in the middle of the morning, when everyone in the house was leaving to go shopping at the mall. They went out the door and I went in the shower. Knowing that I was completely alone in the house, I took a nice long hot shower. I got out, dried myself, and found my favorite dress. It was a one piece white miniskirt that had gotten much too short to wear outside, but I still liked to wear in the house. I walked barefoot down the stairs to the laundry room to get some panties to wear under my miniskirt. I was bent over the laundry basket in front of the dryer, when I heard a whistle and a whisper: "that is one cute little ass you've got there," he said.

I looked up and found him standing at the door of the laundry room, smiling his sweetest smile.

I was so happy to see him that I forgot what I was doing and ran over to hug him. I jumped to hang high from his neck, hugging him tight, as I had always done. He hugged me back and we exchanged multiple quick kisses all over our faces and necks. We eventually let go of each other and he helped lower me back to the ground. With his eyes fixed on mine, sparkling like Christmas lights, he repeated softly "that's a cute little ass you've got there." The feel of his hands on my bare ass reminded me that I didn't have panties on. His hands had slipped to the edge of my dress and were now grabbing my ass-cheeks. The feeling tickled me; I freed myself and ran passed him. He chased me like always. We ran through the entire house and I headed for the basement, where we have a very thick rug, knowing that he would catch me there. We wrestled on the rug. He tickled me and made me give in. He squeezed my tummy to make me fart and I did, very loudly.

He said, "Wow! Your voice changed! Perhaps we should check your noise maker."

I was laughing to hard to resist. He stood up and held me upside down by my ankles. I was still wrestling him, yet knowing that I'd never win. It was just fun to wrestle him, however hopeless the fight. When I was tired of throwing punches at his legs, I let myself hang upside down like he had me. My white dress rolled right off me and onto the rug. It was a new and strange feeling, but hanging down, helpless and completely exposed turned me on for the first time ever. He looked around the room and walked to one of the large wooden chairs. He sat down and my back was on his lap, my head between his knees. I was folded over so that my ass was resting up on his chest nearly touching his chin. He held both my legs down against my chest with his left hand, while he began to pinch my ass and tickle my side with the other. I know the moment he noticed that I was excited. His eyes were fixed on the evidence and I felt a lump growing against my back. That is when he decided to kiss my ass-cheeks, my thighs, and finally my crotch in the same hurried and fun way we had kissed each other's faces before. When he planted a kiss right on my clitoris, I could no longer stand it and sighed deeply. He ran his thumb all the length of my vagina, spreading my lips, and letting it rest on top of my clitoris. He began kissing and licking my vagina. The more I sighed and moaned the more furiously he licked and French kissed my vagina. After a little while I was feeling as if I was going to pee, but a little different. I tried holding it and when I felt that I couldn't hold it anymore, I told him.