Can’t recall what we talked but it was small talk.
While we talked, her outer thigh keep bumping into mine.
I sat at the corner of a 3-seater sofa, I was trying to minimize my leg movement to avoid contact with hers.
But she just keep touching my thighs with hers in the most natural way and yet it was making me uncomfortable.
Moments later, I assumed she saw my facial expression that I wasn’t comfortable with all thighs rubbing.
She stopped, asked if I was okay.
Before I could answer, she asked if I was afraid of her.
I replied calmly no but I was intimidated by her and the fact me alone in the unit with an adult woman was quite overwhelming for a 11-year-old boy.
She continued that I should not be afraid of her because she likes me and would not harm me.
She went further and said I was her fave big boy in this building because I was handsome and polite.
I don’t feel flattered at all because when u were a child growing up, every adult u meet will say u are handsome boy or pretty girl almost like a muscle reflex compliment. No biggie at all.
So, all I did was answer, “Thank u”.
She smiled.
That was the only thing that would draw me to her, the smile.
I was 11 years old, innocent in the most perfect way.
Little do I know, my day of innocence is ending very soon, and the smile would be the catalyst for it.
Then she cupped one side of my cheek and said I was very sweet, and she planted a light kiss on my cheek.
Again, that was very common for me.
Having at least 12 aunties from my mom and dad’s side, getting a peck on the cheek is numb to me.
But that day, that moment I was betrayed.
Her kiss somehow has an effect that never happened before.
Logically, it was due to the fact she is unrelated to me and that I liked her and thought she was pretty.
Probably that was the reason.
The moment she planted the kiss on my cheek, I can literally feel my ears burning and my face on fire!
She spotted it and laughed for a while. She can’t believe I blushed.
She asked if I was ok.
And continued asking, “u never been kissed on the cheek by a girl before?”
To that I replied in my best zen mode, “I have many times”.
She laughed again in disbelief.
Then, she planted another light kiss on the other cheek and said, “now it is balanced, u have it on both side”.
Immediately, the spoon from my cup with the left-over ice cream fell out of the cup.
While she planted the kisses on my cheek, I have somehow lowered my cup from my grasp slowly till the spoon fell out.
The sound of the spoon hitting the floor broke the awkward silence to my aid, rescue.
Phew I thought.
Ivy kept on giggling and picked the spoon and my cup. She placed them in the kitchen sink.
And cleaned up the ice cream stain on the floor. I apologised for the mess.
Then as she finished and sat down next to me again, she asked if I was afraid of her.
Again I replied for the second time, I was not.
To that she asked if I was shy with her because she is a girl.
I replied no and added that I have girls in my school, and they are my friends too.
She asked if I am not afraid and not shy, why the blushes and fumbling with the spoon.
She asked in a very coy and playful manner while expecting my answer to fit her question.
Again, I replied I was not shy nor afraid.
She replied she don’t believe me with a cheeky smile.
I tried my best to put on a strong front straight face all this while.
Then she said this which I still remember till today.
“If u are not shy and not afraid which I think u are, then come and give me a kiss on my cheeks.”
I literally can hear I swallowed my own saliva, and that sound was so loud it echoed throughout the living room!
And within seconds I went ahead and planted my first virgin kiss on a stranger, a 24-year-old woman while all alone with her in her house.
I just moved my face towards one side of her face and shoved my face with my lips pouted out to touch her cheek.
It wasn’t a wet one and the moment I touched it, I retracted.
Wasn’t sure what her reaction would be, and I was pretty sure my heartbeat paced like I finished a race with Usain Bolt and beat his timing.
She laughed and asked, “what was that?”
I said, “I gave u a kiss already.”
She replied, “Give me a proper and better one here”.
To that, I did the same approach but slower and made the contact between my lips and the other side of her face longer than before probably by 2 seconds more.
She didn’t laugh this time but smiled.
She approved it by winking at me.
For a moment she looked at me.
Then she raised both her hands and cupped my face gently.
Move her face towards me.
As she moved closer to my face, I can smell the ice cream flavour from her breath.
The next moment I felt her lips on mine.
No tongue. Just lips on lips.
It stayed for more than 3 seconds.
Then she used her tongue to wet my lips while they stayed shut and locked as if I was afraid something will fall out of my mouth.
She moved back asked me if I liked that.
I said ok. That was all I could think of.
Ok.
Nothing else came out of my mouth because I was still there tasting someone’s saliva for the first time.
Smelling someone’s breath so close to my face.
The tongue movement was stimulating that it kept on replaying in my mind.
After I replied ok, Ivy looked down and smiled.
Then she said, “Only, ok? U don’t like it?’
Again I replied with ok.
Then she did something no one did before.
She used her index finger reached out and touched my erected dick underneath my shorts.
With her finger stayed touching my erected dick, she said,
“I think it is more than ok. I think u liked it a lot”
I will be very honest here.
That moment I have replayed many times in my mind later and over the years.
I was not aroused.
Stimulated by her lips and tongue, yes.
Aroused, I really don’t know.
Heck, I don’t even know how arousal felt like at that age.
To me I was not aroused but liked it and curious about it.
And the problem is here.
Ivy was sure I was aroused, and that I liked it and I would like more of it.
For boys and men at an early age, our dicks would be just like our lives.
It gets hard for no rhyme or reasons.
With her finger on my erected dick while talking to me, I felt weird.
Awkward at first and then followed by apprehension.
My mind was racing and asking what is going to happen now and then next.
From making her finger staying on one spot on top of my dick, she started running that finger slowly from the tip of the contour of my covered dick to my balls and then back and forth again.
It was gentle, slow and deliberate.
I don’t not know it then but a year later I would know such strokes or actions is call seducing through teasing.
The strokes did nothing much but just tickling sensation to me then.
In my mind I was thinking Ivy did that as a dare to embarrass me while her intention was clearly something else.
With the thinking of she was trying to embarrass me, I just felt awkward and there was no arousal or heightened senses from the gentle stroking.
Looking back, I am surprised I didn’t cum or at least leaked out a pool of pre-cum, no.
She kept asking if I like it more with the way she was doing to my dick.
And I kept repeating ok. I think I was already mind-fucked then.
After a few repeated laps along my dick she stopped and used her entire palm to hold onto my covered dick.
I could feel my heartbeat throbbing through my dick with her firmer grip.
While gripping firmly onto my dick underneath my shorts, she told me to come back tomorrow same time.
We can share ice cream and watch HK drama on her VCR.
She needs to go to work later as it was her shift.
I replied ok out of not making the situation more awkward.
She sensed it. She asked if I was really Ok and that I wanted to come back tomorrow again.
Again my dumbass-ness replied I am ok and I will come back, and we can watch the HK drama series tapes.
She gave a tighter squeeze on my dick, move her face closer to me and wet my lips again using her tongue.
Gave me a wink and let her hand go.
I thank her for the ice cream, and I left her place.