Now my dick was so obvious under that short I looked like horny pervert.
Ivy laughed a little and said, “U see, u are a big boy now.”
She got up and gestured me to the door.
Then she grabbed my whole torso towards her.
Again, pressing her bosom and now with her womb area against my torso and crotch.
Kissed me again and told me, “If u like me, come again tomorrow because I really like u and I have a surprise for u.
U will like it. But if u really don’t like me, it is ok.
Still come and tell me u don’t like me and we stop all this.
No need to get angry or sad.
And we don’t have to tell anyone. Ok?”
Then my dumbass 11-year-old brain-fart moment came and replied, “I like u a lot, I will come tomorrow, thank u for everything.”
Hearing that Ivy kissed me again but this time she took both my arms and wrapped around her waist.
That would be the very first time I have my arms touching Ivy’s body.
All the while I was like a dead fish being fondled, caressed and stroke by Ivy.
I have never laid a finger so to speak on Ivy. I wouldn’t dare to do it anyway.
And that moment just before I left her place, she made me touch her body, her waist while we kissed.
She did the first of many unthinkable.
Those body contacts earlier with the lips, my dick and so on were ‘moves of passion’.
But what she did after. The whole scheme of getting me back the next day.
The whole dialogue and the kissing again with more body contact.
That was premediated. That was a trap with a 100% success rate.
There was no way I can escape or even say no. No way.
The moment I stepped into her place that day, it was pretty much done deal for me.
Let’s just take a moment and recap what happened.
Ok, I was elated because I got to kiss her and that was my ultimate fantasy.
But she ‘gave’ me more.
And I don’t even need, know nor understand.
I am not exaggerating that Ivy’s moves fits the profile of a child predator and paedophile.
She might not have done that knowingly, but she knew how to get me back to her.
She know how to capitalise on my child-like desires and mentality.
Yes, she is woman. Her moves still make her a child predator and paedophile.
I left her place feeling mixed and confused. Delighted too.
Not sure what happened there and what was that yummy part about.
But I loved the fact that Ivy said she liked me a lot.
And henceforth that moment, I held on to that confession or declaration of affection of hers.
I held on and cling on to the notion that Ivy liked me that Ivy was attracted to me.
And i believed it was real
That first ejaculation at Ivy’s place will shape a lot of things for me in the years to come.
I will get to experience almost the full spectrum of sex with Ivy while being just 11 years old.
The next girl I had full penetrative sex was a girl from Secondary school.
We were both 14 years old then. Yes, I know, cane, right?
We knew shit then.
From the first girl that I have penetrative sex with after Ivy, at 14 was the start of a disaster for me.
My secondary school years while I was 14-16 years old.
At 13 I didn’t get to fuck any girls from school yet.
I had multiple girl friends’ relationship and some wild-odd balls ones.
Every girl I had a relationship with and sex from 14-16 years old, frigging disaster.
I am not putting the blame on Ivy, but it is what it is.
Facts. I will share this part later.
After I am done sharing about Ivy, my brokenness will be clearly laid out.
What was about to happen for the next 2 weeks before our first penetrative sex, is so wild and crazy for a 11 year old clueless and dumbass boy, u will cringe.
U will see the real Ivy.
The child predator and paedophile.
To be continued soon
To be fair, she might not know her tactics against me made her fit that profile.
But the way she manipulated me to satisfy her own lusts put her into that criminal category even if she did not know it.
There was no denying nor 2 ways about it.
And so, I left the unit on the 14th floor. Mixed feeling.
Not sure about returning even though I said I would.
Reached home, first thing I did was to go to the toilet and inspect my own dick.
Trying to figure out what the heck happened.
Puzzled by how my dick can decide on its own if it should let pee or semen out was intriguing.
I showered. It would be years later then I realized why I showered that moment when I got home.
It wasn’t a personal hygiene factor as I was filthy as any 11-year-old boy in my neighbourhood who would care a rat ass about our own hygiene.
I showered because subconsciously I felt what happened to me was filthy, unclean and possibly shameful.
But at that moment, I thought nothing of it.
I was totally confused.
Not horny at all but I was looking forward to kissing Ivy’s lips again.
And for the first time, I like holding her waist, like hugging and kissing at the same time.
I really liked that.
Just liked those old black & white Hollywood movies I watched on Sunday’s every reruns on TV.
I loved it.
I felt like those men. A grown up.
A man that has a woman in his arms.
Oh man the feeling was great.
I was drunk in my own world of Hollywood fantasies.
Then back to reality, i was also trying my best to understand about what happened to my dick.
The stream of white gluey fluid.
Why Ivy licked it off and said Yummy.
Why she said I was still a virgin? So, what if I am or not?
What would happen to my dick?
Why she like to touch my dick.
What should I do if she touches my dick again?
Is there a taste on my dick that makes Ivy like to lick it?
Why she called me a big boy, is it because of the white gluey fluid?
Why I have the urge to pee but instead the white gluey fluid came out?
If I go to pee now, what will come out of my dick?
Why I have muscle cramps when Ivy touched my lower abdomen?
I played rough with my brother and friends, pushing, punching and pinching all over and I never experienced that kind of cramps before.
Why is there still some sticky fluid coming my dick?
Should I tell my mom and see a doctor?
The taste of Ivy’s lips was great. Her tongue was so alive in my mouth, and I loved it.
I want to taste her lips again.
The next time, I want to open my mouth wider and kissed her just liked in those Hollywood movies.
I want hug her and kiss her like that.
Oh shit, why is my dick hardened again while I am taking a bath!
Monday of my 1-week term holiday was I first kissed and being kissed by Ivy.
She stroked my dick underneath my pants.
Tues, I messed up the timing and she wasn’t home when I got there.
Wed, things got heated up between us.
We sort of French kissed, she licked from my balls to my dick.
Licked clean the remaining semen after my first ever ejaculation.
As u can see the passion momentum was escalating.
But for me, I was still looking forward to kissing her.
That was my target, the home base for me and my aim for satisfaction.
The fact was my body and mind wasn’t ready for those passionate erotic tension that would easily cause arousal.
My mind and body wasn’t attuning nor ready for it yet.
But things was going to escalate big time the next day, Thurs.
My 11-year-old dumbass wasn’t ready for it.
Up to that point I was puzzled with the semen shooting out of my dick and my dick has a mind of its own, erecting whenever it wishes.
And apart of these questions, I was only concerned if I get to French kiss Ivy again the next day.
I remember that Thurs was one of those special lunar calendar days when my grandma who lived the opposite block of us goes to the temple.
My mom would go to her place early in the morning and go grocery shopping with her.
Then back to my grandma place and do some cleaning.
When done, both would visit the temple.
After that they always visit our relatives who lived near to the temple.
It would be around 5pm when my mom reached home for dinner on those days.
So that Thurs was going to be a long and free day for me.
Almost total freedom, I was stoked.
I imagined I would be engaged in a marathon French kissing session with Ivy. Totally stoked.
The moment my mom said, “Don’t try anything funny or get yourself hurt. I will be home by 5pm”, the door closed, and I was ready for some Ivy action.
Changed, put on my usual tee shirt and shorts.
The time was 9:15am. That was about 7.5 hours of freedom with Ivy.
Excited I left my house and head two levels up to Ivy’s.
I knocked for a while and there was no reply.
Started to panic, hoping not to be another dud like Tues.
But then I saw silhouette movement underneath the seam between the main door frame and the concrete floor of her unit.
Ivy peek through the door ajar, a surprised look on her sleepy face.
I saw her face and quickly replied that she told me to come again today.
Ivy smiled though looked like I have woken her from her sleep.
She paused for a moment as if she worked something out in her mind.
She then let me in her place.
That day was going to change a lot of things for me.
First, as I stepped in, I realised something about Ivy that day.
She was wearing a tank top with her nipples clearly forming under the fabric.
And she only wore a pantie.
Of course, I caught her at the wrong moment as I woke her up.
That would be the first time I see a woman in a top with the shape of nipples clearly defined and pair that with a pantie only.
Ivy did not mind that I was in her place, and she was only wearing a tank top without bra and her bottom was a pantie.
She was totally comfortable with it.
Me on the other hand was awkward about it.
Still no erotic or arousal on my part yet I remembered clearly.
But I was definitely awkward to be around Ivy when she was in that attire.
