Yeah, I was ten, and a very sexy ten at that, judging from all the "accidental" touchings I used to get from dirty old men in the busses and busy shops and places, in fact whenever I was walking around on my own in public. But don't go thinking I was all innocent and stuff. A virgin I was, but I had heard enough from the other kids at school and I had seen enough from the porno vids my mum and her boyfriends used to keep hidden in her bedroom to know pretty much what it was that those old men were interested in.

And then there was the string of boyfriends that my mum collected. All of them at one time or another tried to touch my boobs, or my bottom or my little bare pussy, or to burst into the bathroom or my bedroom when I was pretty much naked, obviously thinking I was too young or too stupid to realise that they were more interested in my body than in my mum's. Jealousy was probably what made her get rid of a lot of them. And when they weren't trying to sneak looks at me, I was often creeping around in the evening or during the night spying on them fucking. I have to say my mum just loved a good fuck, and whenever they left the living room or bedroom door open, I used to get a front-row seat watching my mum's boyfriends fucking her in every imaginable position.

As to the practical side of things, I have to admit I hadn't done much yet, though I spent most of my time thinking about it and dreaming about what it might feel like if I really let some horny guy get his hands on me. And not just his hands, either, if you see what I mean. The only things I had tried out were with Laurie, my best friend from my class at school who I used to share everything with on the nights when she used to sleep over, which was about once a week. She was much shyer than me, but I have to say she was dead pretty. In fact, to be honest, she turned me on. Though she was even smaller than I was for the same age, where I just had my little walnuts on my otherwise flat chest her tiny boobs were like real grown-up breasts in shape, two delicious little cones standing out from her body with perfect red pencil-size nipples in the middle of her brown areolas. I say they were delicious because, frankly, whenever we got our clothes off and got into bed together (which we always did), I couldn't keep my hands – and later my lips - away from them.

The first time I touched Laurie's titties a year before, when we were just nine, we both had our little baby-doll nighties on still and it was pretty much by accident. Moving around in my single bed to get comfortable with her, my hand just happened to brush across her chest. I was amazed to feel that Laurie's little breasts were really firm, nothing like the teenie-weenie puffy things I was beginning to grow. At the same time, the kind of twitch I felt between my legs told me that I needed to touch them some more. So I did, gently resting my hand on the soft mound of her right tit.

At first Laurie didn't say anything, just squirmed a bit so that I knew she liked what I was doing, and I wondered if she was beginning to get wet in her pussy too the way I was (I used to rub myself between legs before going to sleep almost every night now, so I knew what a wet pussy was all about). When I started rubbing her hard little nipple between my fingers, though, she cold hardly pretend any more.

"Hey, Alicia," she whispered. "What are you doing? That's naughty. You're not supposed to touch me there." She made no attempt to stop me, however.

"I know," I whispered back, but it's nice, isn't it."

"Well ..." ......(cont)