Chapter 1

I was 15 when my Mother married her handsome American boyfriend and we came to live with him in America. It was a beautiful day in early June and Mamma wore white even though she was no blushing girl. Papa Bruce, kissed her softly when the ceremony ended and paused only long enough to get our luggage from our small home before driving us to the airport and flying us away.

I was glad to leave our small town and come to a large city. But still, I missed my friends. Especially Ricky, my boyfriend. We had been seeing each other for a long time but had only just recently begun to do more than hold hands. In fact, it wasn’t until I secretly saw my Mother and her boyfriend kissing one night that I began to wonder what a girl does with a boyfriend at all.

But watching them kiss had made my insides feel funny – quivering and warm at the same time. Like I wanted to kiss him the same way but was afraid just the same. I had seen people on TV and I knew that adults kissed like that – that they kissed and fell in love and made babies together. Mamma had moaned and the sound made my heart beat faster. The next day, when Ricky and I were alone, I kissed him. He didn’t make me moan like Mamma had even though we practiced every day until the wedding. I thought that it must be something that I had done wrong.

Then Mamma and Papa Bruce and I moved to California. ‘Dad’ he told me to call him. No longer ‘Papa Bruce’ Mamma’s boyfriend but ‘Dad’ Mamma’s husband and my new father.

It was my first English word.

Mamma and ‘Dad’ went on a honeymoon cruise for two months as soon as we arrived. They left me with Doris.

Doris was my tutor. She spoke several languages and promised to have me speaking English well enough to start school in September. “Don’t worry,” she smiled gently at me, “I know you are feeling alone but we will be friends this summer. While your parents are gone, I will stay here with you. I promise we will have so much fun that you will be glad to you came here.”

Doris was 26 and from Barbados and was very dark skinned. Her long hair was in long thin dreadlocks, immaculately kept and swept into a twisted knot at the nape of her neck. Her face was elegant with high cheekbones but not at all sharp or harsh looking. When she smiled, she seemed angelic. She was neither slender nor portly but still seemed to be round and shapely with both a large chest and backside but a small waist between them.

My own young figure had just begun to bud and for the wedding, I had worn my very first real bra. My new breasts seem small in comparison to Doris and Mamma’s and terribly sensitive but they both told me that this was because my breasts were still growing. I had not mentioned to them the tingling and sensitivity I felt in-between my legs – in my ‘special place’ Mamma called it – I was sure that it was growing too.

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