into the bathroom, and his reply was: "Kitten (his pet name for me), you sure are a dumb one. Don't you know by now?" I asked what and he said if I didn't know yet, he certainly wasn't going to be the one to teach me. Meanwhile, he was gently stroking himself. He started to the bathroom, and I ran after him, begging and pleading with him to tell me what it was all about. He finally told me to sit quietly on the bench while he went over and lay on the bed and began to masturbate. I watched awhile and then asked him what he was doing, and he said: "Just finishing what you started, Kitten!" I got up and went over to the bed and lay down beside him and began to caress his body. By this time he was so far gone he could not stop me. I finally succeeded in persuading him to let me "officiate," while I kissed his beautiful body wherever I could reach. He just lay there and writhed in ecstasy.

Afterwards, we got up, and he said: "You shouldn't have done that, Kitten, and I shouldn't have let you. Now get dressed." I did, and told him that I had enjoyed it as it seemed to give him so much pleasure. He said: "Still, it's wrong.' He then proceeded to give me quite a lecture

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sex. He discussed procreation, heterosexual relationships, homosexual relationships, which he said were all wrong, and the pleasures derived from sexual contact. He told me that I was too young yet to enjoy it, but that one of these days I would find a girl I liked, and would get over "this foolish play." He warned me that I should not even touch a man's body again as it might lead to something which might ruin me for life. I asked him if he had ever had such an experience, and he said no. I then asked him if he ever would and his answer was: "I don't know-I might, sometime, just for the thrill, to see what it feels like." Young as I was

I determined then and there that, if I had anything to do with it, his first such experience would be with me!

For a long time thereafter Ken made every excuse to prevent our being alone together and I, just as energetically, sought opportunities to be alone with him. He had tried to frighten me, but had only succeeded in arousing my curiosity and my desire to experiment with him. For a while I managed to be alone with him on only a few occasions and for only a few moments at a time, which he devoted to "fatherly" talks and an effort to answer my many questions. Never would he let me touch him.

Eventually, however, after much pleading and begging on my part and even a few tears, we resumed our former playful relationship, and I immediately began to take advantage of the slightest opportunity to excite him. I had learned a lot in a few weeks!

He scolded me and often sent me off home, but eventually my dogged persistency won and the episode of the afternoon in his bedroom was repeated. And repeated. And repeated-until it became a regular thing and both Ken and I were conspiring together to find ways to be alone together. Still, Ken always stopped me before there was anything more than "play." By this time I really adored him. He gave me the affection. and love I missed at home, and I worshiped his beautiful healthy young body.

With constant teasing and caressing I had learned how to excite him more and more, and had taught him to lie quietly and give himself over to my caresses. Finally, one afternoon, I decided to risk all and after he had begun to quiver with excitement, just when he tried to push me away, I grasped him all the more tightly and refused to let go. Finally

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