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Where is it? What happened to Richard and Jesse, was that what I said my name was? I remember playing doctor with that thirteen year old girl. Maybe I was sixteen. We were visiting some family friends. I talked her into touching me down there, it gradually was getting hard. It was my idea to take our pants down and she was obviously intrigued and excited once she saw it grow and get hard. I could hear her breathing quicken.

This may have been her first such experience, as I remember her putting her whole hand around it. We both were getting swept away. She started to rub it and the sensations started to melt me, beyond time, in this strange bedroom in Encino, San Fernando Valley. She squeezed it several times, ever so gently, and she was very intrigued. I felt weak in the knees.

This was pure innocence, sexual neophytes acting out. I had a willing accomplice. Was she a predecessor of the original Valley Girls?

Boy, was I warm and hot and sweating. I also reached up her dress and helped suggest that she take her panties down. She was young and fertile. She had only a few pubic hairs, curly, black, and I looked closely and touched her down there. I massaged her, and she started to moan. My whole body felt the electrical intensity. I touched and kneaded her small, developing breasts. We didn’t have time to be more naive, to explore, in that bedroom of that Encino, California, suburban American house. We heard her uncle coming. We quickly got dressed; both our faces still flushed red and excited to the max.

We were both interrupted by her uncle looking for something in his bedroom, and we were both possibly disappointed, and relieved, and transformed by this rite of some such passage: the threshold, the newly found youth-and-innocence first taste. Our cheeks were flushed. Our “playing doctor” time was over.

Are these true confessions?