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I wake up remembering that night in my bedroom.
You had a sleepover with my brother. My brother had gone to bed. You and I were I the only ones still awake. You were in your blue pajamas that night.
That's so weird now, us high school classmates but you best friends with my older brother.
I remember you were polite. I think that's what always disarmed me. You even asked me if you could enter my bedroom. Maybe that's what threw me off guard too. Maybe that was my mistake.
I know it happened in part because I had a crush on you. I adored you. I was jealous my brother was your friend. I need to be honest with myself. I was madly in love with you.
We talked about girl and boy stuff. You made me laugh telling stories about yourself. You asked me all those personal things. I didn't realize how uninformed you were.
But then you got all serious. Like how do girls masturbate. I told you close my bedroom door. You said you wanted to know. Explain. You said you wanted to know everything about girl things and how girl's bodies work.
It was obvious you had never had sex with a girl before. I could tell just by your questions. I felt excited you asked me to help you. I'd had sex but it's not what people think. The first experiences I remember were in my preschool class. A man teacher at nap time used to undress me. He'd masturbate me. I had my first orgasms at the hands of a predator.
I made you promise to not tell my brother. Not ever tell anyone. I made us wash our hands first.
When you said you wanted to see I was a robot. What normal 16 year old would sit nude on her bed showing her brother's best friend her boobs and lady parts?
Me.
Strange me.
I really was like a mad scientist telling you all that strange advice.
I felt like an underage stripper. I let you honk my boobs. I held my vag open so you could see inside. All those weird things we did, even me using one of my cosmetic mirrors and flashlight.
I didn't know boundaries. I thought I was being a friend. I even let you put your fingers in me. You felt inside my vagina. I even showed you how to pleasure my clit for a bit. Your hands were shaking. I thought it was cute.
Later you undressed. You let me touch your penis. You let me feel your balls. We both masturbated on my bed.
That was such an emotional night for me. Its like I permitted you to do things I wouldn't normally do. I think my ptsd, depression, and anxiety warped my mind. I also felt excited you secretly liked me.
I was so screwed up. I keep thinking how later I went to the Rite-Aid store. I bought those condoms. I took your virginity. I felt like a molester instead of a lover. Everything in my head was so mixed up, especially when my brother found out.
I guess that was bound to happen. I hope you forgive me. I didn't mean to break your heart or hurt anyone.
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