Child Abuse Story From Bex
by Bex
When I was about eight, I was sexually abused/molested by a girl my own age. Really, I'm not even sure if it was abuse, but it has scared me. She would say that we were just playing house. She would make me get under the covers on her bed. I didn't even know what sex was so I didn't know that what we were doing was wrong. In the games, we would always be a couple and she would always volunteer to be the guy. Sometimes we were orphans that would never see each other again. Then she said we had to "make-out". First, we would just press our mouths against each other and move them around. Then she said they needed to be more realistic. We would open our mouths a little and just move them around or we would actually kiss. Then her hands would move all over me and my private areas. I didn't like it at first, but we played this game every time I was at her house. I started to get used to it. She would press her entire self against me and I would do the same. Somehow, we never got caught. She was an only child and her parents always left us alone. One time I remember very clearly, we were at my house and playing make-believe. She said we were a couple with friends. Once again, she said she wanted to be the guy. Then we played Spin the Bottle with our "friends". She said it landed on us and I started feeling uncomfortable. I asked if we actually had to kiss and she said no, but that we needed to pretend and go into my closet. I went. She then put her hands on my butt and said "You have such a great butt!" She was still pretending to be the boyfriend. She then moved her hands to my chest which had begun developing a year or two ago. She said "And your boobs are awesome!!!!" while squeezing and massaging them. I just sorta laughed uncomfortably and she preceded to kiss me. I can't believe that I remember it so clearly. This went on for a couple years. Every time I was at her house, we would get under the covers on her bed. She would kiss me and touch me all over. I would do the same to her. I eventually told my mom about it. Not all, but some. She said if it ever happened again to firmly tell the girl to stop. I went over her house maybe a month or two later. We were orphans again and being sent somewhere. Her closet had a thing jutting out that was big enough to lay on. She layed on it and I had to lay on the floor. She then leaned over and ran her hands all over my private areas and pressed on them. I told her stop stop and just got up and got out of the closet. She was upset but let it go. We didn't play together very much after that. I don't remember it ever happening again. But it had a large impact on me. Being introduced to those feelings at a young age, I've become a very sexual person. I'm fifteen and think about sex more than any other girl I know. I get turned on really easily because it happened so much when I was little. I'm worried that it will have an effect on my future relationships.  Note from Darlene: If I have not left a comment on your story, please understand that it is not personal; it's just that my hectic schedule no longer permits me to do so.I hope you'll follow me on:  Email addresses, phone numbers, home addresses AND website/blog URLs in submissions and visitor comments are STRICTLY prohibited. Please don't include them, as they will be removed.
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