My name is Brenda. I'm going to tell you about my first experience, which happened in Lewisberg in the summer of 1980, when I was twelve.

I grew up in Lewisberg. We moved to Nashville when I was seventeen. I guess Lewisberg is a typical small southern town.

There was not much to do; I would sometimes go to the movies with a girlfriend, if it was a movie that my mom approved of. We saw a lot of Disney movies that were popular for kids. In Lewisberg the summers were really hot, and we didn't have air-conditioning. We lived in a two story house just south of downtown.

We would go downtown shopping every Saturday. There were no shopping centers in Lewisberg then, and the shopping was a big social occasion for the kids, and for the adults too. And then of course, there was church on Sunday. Everybody went to church - or at least it seemed like it. Church was the second most important social occasion, after the Saturday shopping.

There was Baptist and Methodist, and there were some others too, but we didn't know anybody that went to those others. We were regular church goers just like everyone else we knew.

My birthday is in February, and what I'm going to tell you about happened the summer that I was 12 years old. I knew about boys; my mom had told me about things. I knew that boys would try to touch girls or pull their dress up. I knew that I shouldn't let boys do that. I didn't have a boyfriend; mom said girls didn't have boyfriends until they were 14 or 15. I was pretty, and there were usually some boys that would talk to me and my girl friends after church. I liked boys a lot and I was always excited when they talked to us.

My only sexual encounter, if you want to call it that, had happened about a month earlier. My cousin Richard, who was 14, and his mom and dad were having lunch with us after church. Since it was so hot, I would always change clothes after church, and before lunch. On that day, it was about 95. I went into my room and took off all my clothes. I was looking for my T-shirt and shorts, when

I saw Richard outside my window looking at me. There was a window into my room from the back porch, and there was Richard hiding behind the freezer looking right at me. I immediately pulled the curtain; I was furious and determined to go and tell my parents.

Fortunately, by the time I found my clothes, I had a chance to think things over, and I didn't mention it to my parents.

Richard was cute and several of the girls liked him. And he hid behind the freezer and saw me naked! The more I thought about it, the more I liked it. It was exciting me that he wanted to see me naked. When I finished dressing and went to the living room,

I saw Richard, sitting alone in the yard looking very downcast.

I guess he was worried that I would tell. I walked out to where Richard was sitting and said, "Hi Richard" and gave him a big smile and quickly walked back into the house. Richard was once again in a good mood and I felt great because I knew that Richard wanted to see me naked and would look again when he had a chance.

But the experience I want to tell you about was not with Richard; it was with the pastor of our church! Since our church was a small rural congregation, we would usually get pastors who were young, and just out of school. Mark was about 25 years old and was really cute. His wife, Sue, was about the same age, and they had a 2 year-old son. All the girls liked Mark because he was so handsome and he liked to chat with everyone.

Every Sunday after church, Mark and his family would have lunch with someone in the congregation. My mom and dad liked him a lot and he would have lunch with us every couple of months.

I really looked forward to him coming for lunch. He would talk to me about school and about my friends. He often told me how cute I was and how he wished he could take me home with him. He would sometimes go with me to my room and help me with my homework.

When no one else was around he would have me sit in his lap. I'm too old to sit in laps, but I really liked it when Mark put me in his lap and put his arms around me. Mark told me I was his favorite girl and his special friend. I was so jealous of his wife.

On the day it happened, Mark and Sue came to our home for lunch. I rode with Mark and Sue; my parents were in their car. It was another hot day, and when we got home, Mark and I went into the living room. Dad sat out in the front yard, and mom showed Sue some of the flowers she had planted. Mark and I were talking about the people we knew at church. He said I was really beautiful, and he could tell that several of the boys liked me. It always made me feel great when he would tell me how cute I was. He really liked my long brown hair, and he always talked about my beautiful hair.

I told Mark I had to change clothes, and I went to my room. Mark came with me and sat down on my bed! I wanted to change clothes but Mark was sitting in my room and I didn't know what to do. I opened the closet and got my sneakers.

I opened a dresser drawer and rummaged around waiting to see what Mark was going to do. Finally he said, "I thought you wanted to change clothes."

I looked at Mark and looked at my clothes; quickly, the realization came to me that Mark was just like Richard!!

Mark was like all the boys and he wanted to see me naked too!

I know my face became beet red at that moment. I continued to dig around in the dresser drawer for a few moments as I collected my thoughts.

I picked a T-shirt from the drawer, laid it on the bed, and started unbuttoning my dress. I was looking away from Mark, but I glanced in the mirror and I could see him staring at me. I finally reached the last button, and stepped out of my dress. I was wearing a bra, although I didn't need one yet. I glanced in the mirror and Mark was still staring at me. At this point, I was wearing nothing but panties and the bra and I didn't know what to do next. Mark apparently saw me hesitate; he picked me up and sat me in his lap, and started telling me how cute I was. As he was talking to me, he had his hands around my waist and was rubbing my stomach. He would tickle me a little, and make me squirm as I sat on his lap.

After a few minutes, he picked me up and sat me beside him on the bed. I thought I would put on my T-shirt next, but instead he put his arm around me and pushed me onto my back on the bed, and he lay down beside me. He said he had a secret to tell me and he put his mouth next to my ear and started whispering about how cute I was. His lips were touching my ear when he talked and I REALLY started feeling warm and tingly. By this time, he was rubbing my stomach. As he continued, he slowly moved his hand down lower and lower. I never thought I would let a boy do that but somehow it was happening. I knew I shouldn't do it but I didn't want him to stop.

He had moved his hand downward very slowly. I guess he wanted to see if I would stop him or complain. I didn't complain, and by this time, I was rocking my hips back and forth and he was rubbing my pussy. He had put his tongue in my ear and I was really excited. He moved his hand up, took the panties, and started pushing them down. I was startled and raised my head to look. I guess he thought I wanted him to stop pulling my panties down, because he did stop. That wasn't what I wanted. I raised up my butt, and pushed my panties down until they were below my hips and he could see everything. He got up, stood at the edge of the bed in front of me, and finished the job of removing my panties. He sat down on the bed beside me, moved my legs apart a bit, and starting rubbing my naked pussy. He was rubbing me with his right hand, mostly his middle finger, and it felt wonderful. I was rocking my hips back and forth as he moved his finger back and forth into me.

"Have you ever seen a man naked", he asked me. About that time, we heard the front door open, and Mom and Sue came in. He quickly left the bedroom and went back out front.

It took me a little longer, but in a while I was dressed and back in the living room. I felt like I was truly in love. It took all my effort to avoid staring at Mark. I was afraid my mom would ask me why I kept looking at Mark, so I finally went outside and sat in the yard and chatted with my dad.

After lunch, I kept hoping Mom and Sue would go outside so I could be alone with Mark again. But Mom, Sue, and Mark just sat at the dinner table and talked until about 3pm, when Mark and Sue left to go home.

Since that Sunday, Mark had been constantly on my mind. I was in love with Mark! Of course, I knew that Mark was 25 and I was 12 and Mark had a wife and a 2 year-old son. And on top of all of that, Mark was the minister at our church!

As I mentioned, Mark and his family would have Sunday lunch with us every couple of months. In early August, he came to our house again. I found out about it a week before hand, and I was so excited I could hardly wait. I went through my closet a dozen times deciding what to wear when Mark came. On the big day, I was up early, making a last minute check of my clothes, hair, etc. I was really nervous - I didn't know what I would say to Mark when we were alone. I kept thinking about the last time we were alone together, when I was laying on my bed naked from the waist down;

Mark was beside me with his tongue in my ear and his finger in my pussy.

During church service, there was a sudden vicious thunderstorm that often occurs in the South in the summer.

By the end of church, the thunder had stopped but there was a hard steady rain. When we all arrived at our house after church, the rain confined us to the living room. My father was sitting in from of the TV instead of sitting in the yard under the shade tree. I was devastated. There was no place for me to be alone with Mark. Mark was really nice and talked to me about school, and movies, and my friends. He would sometime give me a wink when no one was looking, but that was all we could do.