Touch me Sexy

I only 7, so I had a really basic understanding of sex, but my friends warned me not to go down there.

They said the bad boys would get me, and touch me sexy. My sexy, or something like that. Honestly, I don’t remember exactly what they said, but I heard basically the same thing from several girls at different times. Mostly my friends from class, so we all had 3rd grader concepts of “Sexy.”

An older girl grabbed me on recess, and blushed, leaning over, and grinning excitedly, holding my arms. “You don’t want to go down there!” She practically yelled, but then she let go, giggled, and ran away. She didn’t even say that a bad boy would grab me, she just said don’t go down there.

So, I went and got a playground ball. They used the same balls for kickball, dodgeball, four square… “Oops!” I kicked it down the hill, where the teachers couldn’t see, so I had to go down after it. Nobody saw me, so I kicked it again, and I guess it was pretty fun to see where it would bounce to when it stopped rolling.

Of course, the ditch led down to a tunnel, for the water to run out when it rained. They had a grate over it so you wouldn’t get in there, and the ball bounced off of it. The bars were too close together, so you didn’t lose the school ball. Finally, when I bent over to get it, he grabbed me.

Up under my dress he said “Goose!” and I dropped the ball.

“You’re a bad boy,” I turned around, “You want to touch me sexy?” Holding my dress up, to show him my panties, I heard that’s something I’m not supposed to do. Let boys look up my skirt, and see my underwear, but he just grinned, and squatted down.

He felt up my legs to my hips, then back down with my underwear. “You’re not going to tell anyone I touched you?”

I shook my head, “I know the rules.” I lied, but I only had a vague idea what we’re doing. “I promise.” Gathered together from things that the other girls, and adults said. About privates, touching your privates, anyone trying to touch your privates, or show you your privates. That was bad, and he was a stranger.

He picked me up, and put me back down on the other hill, up to the school fence. Still down in the ditch where I couldn’t see the school building at all, and I could die. That’s another thing my mommy said, I could end up dead in a ditch if I ran off alone. She was really worried about that, but I didn’t have any concept of Death, either.

I never had a hamster, or a relative die, that I knew. I guess I had a cartoon concept of dead, where they got shot in the face, and it was all black, but they were fine a moment later. “Huh!”

I held my hands over my heart, folded up like Snow White, only he didn’t kiss me to wake me up. He kissed me down there, between my legs with my knees up over his shoulders, and my dress pulled down over his head. “Oh!” Then, he licked his fingers, and stuck one inside me. “Ow!”

It hurt, but I heard that too. It’s supposed to hurt the first time (When it really isn’t but my friends had childish ideas about sex, and rape too.) “Oh!” he moaned, and got up on top of me. His hands between my legs, he had to open up his pants first, so I grabbed his shoulders, and pulled down.

“Kiss me!” He kind of mashed my lips with his, and he didn’t even open his mouth to lick my lips, but I hadn’t hear of French kissing yet, so I didn’t expect him to.

“Oh, ah!” When he pushed inside me, I squealed because it really hurt, and he covered my mouth. “SH!” He got real close, “Don’t scream.” Then, he started raping me, slowly at first, but then he slipped out, and banged against me with his bare penis.

He was in the same school with us, so had to be about eleven, or twelve at the oldest. I never got to see it, whether it was hairy or not,I didn’t even see his balls, but I didn’t look. I could feel it, but it couldn’t have been that long. Finally, he got sick and tired of stopping to put it back in. So he kept humping, and banging it against my crotch. Rubbing it up and down, frantically, until he stopped. He made a face, and it was so funny, I even giggled when he shivered, and dribbled out on my little puff.

“Huh!” He let me go, “Don’t tell anyone, or you’re dead.” He zipped up his pants, and grabbed me. “You hear me?”

“Yes, I promise! No I won’t tell anyone, okay? What’s your name?” He just let go, and ran off, but my dress was still bunched up under my arms, and my panties were still down around my shoes.

“Uh?” I felt down, and my mound was really puffy. Sticky, and slippery too, but I wanted to feel how bad the damage was inside, where he hurt me.

First with his fingers, and then with his dick when he got it up, but at least he tried to give me oral sex first? It was still tender, so I didn’t explore inside very deep, but I felt the soft spongey mound again, to rub the warm sexy juice in like lotion. “Uh, oh!”

That felt good, so I kept doing it until the girls ran up. “Are you all right?” Well, they ran down, and saw me there. Laying like a dead body, and rubbing myself after getting raped. I nodded, and grinned, but I saw that girl, that told me not to go down there, her eyes wide, and grinning excited! She nodded, and the other girls pulled my skirt down.

So, I had to stop, and they helped me up. They even helped me pull up my underpants. “Which one was it?”

“Which what?” I was still confused, and trying to start thinking again.

“Which boy did this to you?”

“Oh, I don’t know, he wouldn’t tell me his name.” I shook my head, “He told me not to tell anyone.”

“They all say that.”

“Oh.”

“Did you like it?” The girl, the excited one, that couldn’t stop grinning shook her head. Seriously.

“No? It hurt, a lot.” A part of me did die down there in the ditch, the innocent part.

She smiled, and nodded back, to tell me that was the right answer, but she was way in the back, behind them, where they couldn’t see her. Finally, they walked me out of the ditch, and warned me never to go down there, but they didn’t tell me what would happen when I did.

Her name was Gillian, “Jill for short,” and she liked it too. So, the next time, we went down there together, after school, and she touched me sexy. She kissed me down there, and made me feel so much better all over. She had boobies, and pubies, and she was a much better kisser. I was too short to 69, so we had to take turns, but when the boys showed up, they didn’t even try to touch us, they just watched, and beat off.

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Author

Rape is about Intent, and Consent. Even if she said “Touch me sexy,” she had no idea what she was consenting to, out of curiosity, and a desire to do something naughty.

Even if he didn’t deflower her so brutally, or tried to give her oral sex first, he went down there after her, to rape her. He knew that’s what he was going to do, before he even touched her. So, that’s Intent, malice aforethought, regardless of if she innocently consented to Molestation.

You can’t ex-post-facto consent. You can’t argue that she liked it, she got off on it, or anything to counter the factors of the crime: You intend to sexually assault her, and she doesn’t have the Mens Rea to Consent. That’s why it’s always rape. It’s always abuse with a child who’s too young to understand what she’s consenting to.

There’s no way around that.

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