Case History 6
Subject: Tricia W. Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
This young lady was taken to a very fashionable, and very high-priced analyst, because her wealthy family saw nothing wrong with a young girl going for therapy. Since all of her friends were in therapy as well, she had no reason to be reluctant to speak about what had happened to her.
In fact, she was rather proud that her particular problem was so different from the other girls that she associated with. According to her, they all fooled around, but not in the way she did.
All the girls in my crowd screw around, so why shouldn't I? If I had waited maybe another year or two, my mother would have taken me into her gynecologist and gotten me a prescription for birth control pills, but I guess I really didn't want that stuff.
When your folks make you come out with the sex, out in the open like that, they kind of take the fun out of it. The only thing they ever said to me was that I shouldn't get into trouble.
Maybe in your book getting into trouble means any kind of sex at all, but in our crwod, it only means that the parents don't want to be bothered with any of us getting pregnant. They even had this pretty idea I was always hearing about.
It was supposed to be that nice young ladies, the way I was being raised didn't fuck. They made love. Making love excluded stuff like using mouths and asses. Stuff like that was supposed to be only for the lower elements, like the servants. , And that really bugged me. It was okay for me to fuck like a bunny all I wanted to, as long as I did it like a lady. Can you tell me how much of a lady you're supposed to be at age thirteen, when your folks know you're screwing around, and they won't say anything about it, as long as you do it according to your station in life?
At first, just being part of the crowd, and doing it the way they all did was enough for me. Some of them waited until they were old enough to get their pills, but I liked to live dangerously, so I fucked around with a few of the boys, hut I didn't get much out of it, because we all got it so easily. You don't know how easily.
Most of our parents would even go so far as to give us the run of the house, when it looked like one of us and a guy might be in the mood to do a little screwing around. We could do .whatever we pleased, as long as they didn't have to see it.
I guess that's why I didn't get too much of a kick out of it. I know that young kids who don't live the way we do, do a lot of screwing around too.
But their parents don't know what they're doing, and they have to do a lot of sneaking around. Well, that's really what makes it so much fun. Not that fucking isn't fun, especially with a boy you like.
Maybe I'm just one of those girls that wishes her family would spend a little more time worrying about her. Mine seem to feel that as long as I have everything I want, and there isn't any scandal because of it, then the whole world is beautiful.
To tell the truth, I really wish they would have given me some rules that I really had to cope with. Some of the girls in school had to call whenever they were out somewhere, especially if they were going to be late. And if they slept over at someone's house, then their mothers would have to talk to the other girl's mother at least once that night. Not that those girls didn't bitch about it a little. But one thing was for sure. At least they knew that their parents cared enough about them to lay those rules down. Me, I always bragged that I didn't have a curfew from the time I was twelve and going to social dances. And if I didn't remember to call home, when I was going to be late, then nobody said anything to me about it later. All I ever got was a note in the downstairs hall that I was to knock on their door, and let them know I was home.
I guess you could call that caring in a way.
Maybe I'm just one of those girls that wishes kids in our crowd don't even have two parents at home at the same time. Not ever. At least I have that. I know that they love each other, so maybe I'm supposed to take it for granted that they love me too.
Would you call me insecure? I think that maybe I am, just a little. Because I was bragging that I had all this freedom, and inside I was mad at them for giving it to me.
Maybe if I could talk to them as easily as I can talk to you right now, I could tell them what was bothering me. My parents are very nice to me, and everything is sweet and polite in our house. But if you ever really listened to what we were saying to each other, even I could see that we aren't really saying anything at all.
Sometimes I just sit there in the room with them, and I'm hurting inside to tell them how I feel. But all that comes out is some dance that I'm going to, or a new tennis outfit that I saw in a shop.
And it wasn't any different when I was with the kids. I have a couple of girlfriends that I would really love to talk to, but whenever we get together, we just talk about what each of us is doing with the boys, or whose parents are getting a divorce.
One day, I just got up in the morning, and promised myself that I would find some way for somebody to listen to me. Only I didn't know how I was going to do it.
That's when I started thinking about doing things like sex things, maybe, that were different than anybody else. First, I wanted to know that I could think of doing some things for myself. And then I know that I wanted people to start noticing me. I was sure that if they saw I was doing freaky things, they would want to ask me why.
It was the best I could hope for. I knew that it wasn't the best way, but it was the only way I could think of. I guess I wanted to find out if I could do it anyway.
Then if I could do something a little freaky, I was going to make sure that they found out about it. I didn't care if they got mad at me, or even if my mother cried. Just as long as they took enough time to sit down and ask me what was wrong.
Brock, the boy that I've been sort of going with, he got his hands on some books from his father's study. And they weren't poetry books, either. They were those porno paperbacks that you have to go to a special store to buy. And one of them had pictures in it.
Colored pictures. They showed these people using their mouths. You know, going down on each other. I'm not sure which one of us came up with the idea first. Anyway, he started hugging me, and talking very low, right next to my ear.
"Why don't you try sucking me?"
"The people in the pictures weren't like us."
"Why aren't they?"
"They're cheap people. Why else would they pose for pictures like that? They're not our kind."
"If we're so different, then why did your eyes get so big when you were looking at them?" "Yours were, too."
"Sure. I'm fifteen, and I think that I'm more like that guy than some silly little boy from dancing school."
"You think it's all right?"
"Why not?"
"You think we're just like them?"
"Not exactly. They weren't born in a fancy hospital. But you and Tare just like all of the kids around here. Didn't you ever want to do something different?"
I don't know if he was driving at the same thing that I was. But when I was listening, that was what it sounded like to me. It sounded like Brock wanted to make people know that he wasn't cut from a cookie mold. He was raised pretty much the same way I was, so maybe he was getting to feel the same way I was feeling about making people see him as a person.
Anyway, I knew that I was feeling that was and what he was talking about sounded like a good way to do it. I know that if my mother saw those pictures, she would probably say that they were vulgar and dirty. So that's why I decided to go ahead and try it.
Brock tricked me into trying it on him first. He said that it would be easier for me, since his prick was already hard, so I might as well go ahead and use it. And when he came, and he was all calmed down again, then he would be able to concentrate on what he was going to do to me. I'm such a marshmallow when it comes to boys anyway.
So I let him have his way, just like I always do. We both read the story part that went with the pictures, and it told how they did it, and what kind of kicks the people were supposed to get. They even had the words and sounds those people were supposed to make, in captions under the pictures. The rest we figured out for ourselves.
I just lay down with him, and I started licking and playing with his balls. After I got tired of that, I just plopped his thing into my mouth, and started sucking on it. Once I got that far, I found out that I liked the way it tasted. Thinking that my mother would just die if she knew what I was doing, made it taste even better to me.
Brock was pretty happy with what I was doing. He kept on looking down on me with this big smile, telling me how great I looked down there. And I sucked my little heart out. Then Brock shot in my mouth. He was coming too fast to give me a warning, and all that stuff just went right into my mouth.
We had made up that when it happened, he was going to tell me, and I would take my mouth away just in time. Like I said, it happened too fast, and I had all of this stuff in my mouth.
I couldn't just spit it out on the grass. That wouldn't be the ladylike thing to do. All the time that hot stuff was shooting into my mouth, I tried to make up my mind what to do with it. And then I had this really dirty idea. It would be just awful to swallow that stuff all down, and that's why I did it. But it wasn't so awful.
It didn't really taste that bad at all. When Brock took his prick out of my mouth, and wanted to know if everything was okay, I told him that it was. Because it really was. I was feeling terrific that I could do something that my mother wouldn't.
And when she did find out that I did it, I knew that she would want me to talk my little heart out. And that was what I wanted too. I did get sidetracked for awhile.
Brock wouldn't do it to me, even after he came. So I got mad at him, and I started making it with some of the other boys. I just figured that I had a right, since he didn't keep his promise. And I told him what I was going to do, too.
He didn't say a word to me about it. Brock knew me pretty well, since we were practically babies together. If he wanted to keep me from making it with other boys, especially what I said I was going to do with them, then he should have done it to me himself.
Between you and me, I think he chickened out. Brock wasn't one to break a promise, at least not the ones he made to me. I'm pretty sure he was chicken because I gave him a couple more chances before I started going out with Jody.
And it wound up the same way as the first time. He would promise me that he would do it, and I got tricked into going down on him first, every time. Once he really did put his head between my legs, and I got a kiss inside me thighs. But then he took his head away.
Brock wanted to please me, but he just couldn't go through with it. At least he fingered me after I sucked him and he came. So I felt kind of bad to be going out on him, but I wanted to teach him a lesson too.
I kind of think sometimes that I'm mad at the whole world. I was really counting on Brock to do it to me, so I would feel really special, the way he said I made him feel.
You can see how I had to do it with someone else, even though I really dug on Brock a lot. You can see it, can't you? I really hope you can. I need someone to understand me so badly.
Jody was one of our gang, but he hadn't been living out where we were all his life, like the rest of us. I guess you could say he wasn't born to the money like we were. His father was an inventor, and they were pretty poor until he came up with something that had to do with computers. All of a sudden he had his millions, and he wanted Jody to have everything that money could buy.
So he bought the house next door to us. Well, I guess you could call it next door, but you really have to take your bicycle to get from his house to mine. Jody was sixteen when he moved out our way. I really had a crush on him from the first day his father brought him over to meet us.
They said that his mother was dead, or something mysterious that they didn't want to talk about. I dug that, because it made Jody seem mysterious, too. He was very cute, and I was worried that he would think I was much too young for him.
But it looked like I was going to be the only friend he had for awhile. Some of the kids are as snobby as their mothers and fathers when it comes to new people. But not me. I wanted to be so different than anybody. And being friendly to servants and new people was one of the ways that I did it.
It wasn't hard to be nice to Jody. Not with his cute face, and those long legs of his. His face wasn't the only cute part of him. When he turned away to walk back to his house, I saw that he had the cutest ass on a boy in the whole world. And I really wanted to touch that ass.
If a boy Brock's age could fuck, but he was afraid to eat a girl, then I thought I could at least get a good fuck from Jody. And maybe since he was a whole year older, he might have tried going down on a girl before.
That was one time that I made a real lucky guess. Since none of the other kids wanted to have much to do with him in the beginning, he started hanging out at my place a lot.
His pool wasn't working when they first moved in. So naturally, I invited him to swim with me in ours. As soon as I saw that great body, and the way he had muscles, which the other boys didn't, I just fell for him in a very big way. I was as nice and charming as I knew how to be.
INTERVIEW TWO
And Jody was being very nice to me. He seemed kind of shy and lonely. I wasn't sure if he felt out of place because they had been poor for so long. Or maybe he missed not having a mother. Sometimes I thought that he just missed not having a girlfriend, because none of our girls would talk to him even when I introduced him to them in the village.
I suppose it could be that he just liked me for me. But I'm not really sure because I know that a thirteen-year-old girl isn't all that much. Even my tits aren't too big. I saw the way he would look at some of the older girls with really big ones, especially when they were walking around town in shorts and halters. This road company was doing Shakespeare out our way, and everybody was going. So Jody asked me. I knew he went to a lot of 'trouble to make sure that our tickets weren't anywhere near the others. But that was okay with me, because Brock was going to be there with a friend of mine, and I didn't want to sit near them. Sitting alone with Jody made me feel more grown-up, and very special. And he held my hand, instead of grabbing at me.
When the show was over, I knew that the gang would be going into town for sodas. But Jody had a new sports car, and he said that he wanted to try it out by taking a long drive in the country.
I though it was terrific. I love sports cars, and my father said he would get me one when I was old enough. So, in the meantime, I had to get my kicks by riding with Jody in his. It was a terrific silver Jaguar, and the prettiest car of all the kids in town. I felt just great to be sitting in it with him.
I wasn't paying much attention to where he was taking me. It didn't matter because Jody was always so sweet to me, and I knew that I didn't have to worry. Even when he would swim with me in my pool, he never touched me, unless I kind of hinted to him that it was okay.
And whatever we did until that night when we went driving in his car wasn't very much. Not like I did with Brock, or any of the kids. Until then, he was just cuddly with me. Once I asked him if he was a little afraid because he wasn't born rich the way I was.
All he said was that he never met a girl like me, and that he respected me a whole lot. l was kind of flattered that he respected me like that, but I did wish that he would at least try something. I was still feeling kind of young around him. If he tried something with me, at least I would think that he looked at me and saw a woman.
We really drove very far out, and pretty soon we were at the very end of the road. Jody stopped the car, and took a picnic blanket out of the trunk. My heart was beating really fast, because when we kids take a blanket out into the woods, we aren't going just to look at the stars.
Jody also took out a wicker hamper from the trunk. He had brought all sorts of goodies along for us, and everything tasted just great. He even brought a bottle of champagne. I used to drink that stuff all the time at grown-up parties and junk like that.
But it wasn't the same .thing as when I was sharing a whole bottle with Jody. He had tried to chill it in this little brook that was near where we were lying. But it was still kind of warm when we drank it, and maybe that's why it went right to my head like that.
I guess Jody drank a lot more warm champagne than I ever did, because my head felt all sleepy, and I just stretched out. There was this great breeze, and lots of bright stars sparkling through the green leaves of the trees. I just kind of drifted off to sleep. I was dressed in this long skirt, with slits on the sides, and a halter that tied up under my bust. It was the kind that you weren't supposed to wear a bra with. Not that it mattered with me. My tits are so small that I never have to wear a bra with anything.
Anyway, I must have been sleeping for a little while, and maybe I was dreaming that Jody was making love to me. He was so quiet and still for a very long time, that I thought he went to sleep too.
But Jody wasn't sleeping at all. I felt the breeze blowing over my legs and all the way up to my thighs. And I thought my skirt had gotten blown up while I as sleeping. But that didn't happen. Jody must have pushed it up, and I guess I spread my legs out myself.
Jody was pretty tricky. He had gotten my little panties off me without even knowing what he was doing down there. I opened my eyes, just in time to see him putting his head between my legs.
Well, I was really glad that I woke up just in time to see that. I never told him how much I wanted a guy to do that to me, or why. It was just really lucky that he wanted to do it all on his own.
Then I felt lots of wet kisses all over my belly, and inside my legs way up at the top. I was still high from the warm champagne, but what he was doing down there made me feel even higher. I lay there under the stars, looking up at that beautiful sky through the trees, and I felt like Jody was taking me right up to heaven.
When he started to kiss me, I had to close my eyes, because it felt so really terrific. All of a sudden, his tongue went out and he started licking at it. That was really heaven. First he licked along my slit, and then I felt his fingers spreading me open in there.
Next I felt his tongue go in there, and I just went crazy for what he was doing to me. He was kind of licking around that little button that I used to play with all the time when I was a little girl. And I started to feel all wet and warm down there. I knew that he had to be getting some of that stuff in his mouth, but he didn't seem to mind.
I thought about Brock, and the way he wouldn't even stick his tongue out and try it. And there Jody was, and he was licking away at me like crazy, and he kept licking, even when he got my stuff in his mouth.
All of a sudden, his tongue went into my little hole. He started wiggling it around in there like crazy, and I got very wet. I also got myself very hot, and not just down there.
I was hot all over. Very, very hot. Not the way I got when I fucked with someone. Because then I felt hot. But I didn't feel hot and tingly at the same time, the way it was happening with Jody eating me out.
Jody made me feel so terrific, that I reached down to his cute curly head and played with his ears while he was licking me down there. There were so many things that I wanted to say to him, but it just came out in groans and moans. I guess he understood how that could happen, because I could tell that it probably wasn't the first time he went down on a girl. He was going at it so great. And I could tell that he was getting a lot out of it for myself. Because I could hear him groaning and moaning, too, even though his mouth was kind of full.
I didn't know what he was doing with his prick and I started to think about asking him if he wanted me to suck him while he was doing that to me, but then I came and it was over.
I came a lot, and Jody didn't take his head away, even when all that stuff was coming out of me. And then it was over, and I started to cry. I wasn't sad, I was just so happy that I cried.
"Did you like the way I did it?" "Oh, yeah, it was terrific." "Better than that little Brock kid?" "He never did that to me." "Don't the rich kids out here do stuff like that?"
"I guess they're just chicken little kids." "Well, I'll eat you anytime you want me to, Tricia. Because I think you're the greatest girl ever. My father says that you're much too young, and your folks wouldn't like me getting too close to such a young girl. But he doesn't know what the kids out here do." "Do you think I'm too young?" "Oh, no!"
"Then I don't care what your folks say, or mine either. I only care what we say and what we do."
"Then we can come out here again sometime?"
"If you want to, Jody. Hey, Jody, look how big your prick is. I never saw one so big. Do you want me to suck it?"
"No, not now. It's very late."
I couldn't figure that one out at first. He knew my folks didn't care how late it was, so we had time for me to suck him. He just didn't want me to. On the way home, he said he was happy enough for eating me, and he still had to work out some things in his head before we did anything else.
I wanted to hug him, and then I asked him to kiss me, because I wanted to show him that I didn't think his mouth was dirty, for what he did. But he didn't come up to kiss me right away.
Not on my mouth. He made this big, wet kiss on my cunt, and then he told me that he loved it. So I asked him to kiss my mouth, and tell me he loved me as much as he loved my cunt.
His kissed my face all over, and then he told me that he loved every inch of me. That was so sweet! Because of what he said, I wanted to suck him even more, and I begged him to let me do it, but he only said next time, if everything was okay.
I still didn't know what was okay, and I didn't see him for a couple of days after that. And then his father went out of town on a business trip, and he asked me if I wanted to spend some time over at his place. My folks were away, too, and they said that they might stay away for the whole week.
Jody didn't know that. But when I said that I did want to come over there, and spend some time with him, I meant that I was taking over a whole suitcase full of stuff.
At first I thought that it was going to be just our secret. The house servants would never dare to tell my folks. But just to be sure, I said that I was going to stay with Abby, and that was the end of it. And I felt so sure that I was going to get away with it.
That's why I took a bunch of nightgowns out of my mother's bureau and packed them instead of my baby dolls. It was going to be the first time that I spent the whole night with a guy, and I wanted to look like I was all grown-up. I should have been a little neater and closed her drawers so she wouldn't see how much stuff was missing.
And I shouldn't have taken a couple of her newest things that were still in the wrappers. I was just so happy to be spending a whole week with Jody that I didn't think of anything at all. Like what my friends would say to the servants when they called up all week, and I wasn't there.
Like not calling Abby to tell her to lie for me. That would have been so simple, but I didn't do it. Abby called the night that my parents came home three days early. Mom got really scared and when she went upstairs to dump her suitcase, before she went into my room to see if I took enough stuff to run away, she saw that I had taken all of her stuff.
Mom is a pretty smart lady, without even trying. She put nightgowns next to all the time I was spending with Jody, and she just knew that I must be someplace with him.
Jody had sent all the servants away for the week, so they weren't complaining, and they weren't about to tell his father or mine, either. And we made up that we weren't going to answer the phone, so anybody who called would think that he went away with his father.
We were up in the big bedroom which nobody used, because his father used to say it was too lonely for him to sleep in a big bed like that all alone. That made it feel like it was just our place, and it made me very happy.
Then Jody told me that he really loved me, and if I wanted to, we could take some money, and run away to California in his car.
It all sounded so very exciting and I told him that I loved him too, and I wanted to run away with him so much.
So he said that now he was sure of me, and he wanted us to do sixty-nine. He said that he never wanted to make it with a girl all the way until he was sure how she felt about him. I didn't understand too much of that, but I was so happy to be finally going down on his prick that I didn't stop to ask him any more questions.
I had on this gorgeous nightgown that my mother ordered from some very expensive place in Paris. The reason I was still wearing it was because it made me feel so beautiful and all grown up. And Jody had on his birthday suit. We had the lights on because we wanted to look at each other all over. Maybe only grown-ups are ashamed to do it when the lights are on, but not us.
When we were moving all around the bed, so we could get ourselves arranged for the sixty-nine, I told Jody how I wanted to teach my parents a lesson. I was going to write this note and tell them how it was all their fault for not watching over me better. I wanted them to feel just awful that I ran away with an older boy like Jody, and they would never see me again.
That way, they were going to know that they should have paid more attention to what I was trying to tell them all the time. Like I said, the lights were on upstairs, but there weren't any lights on downstairs.
I guess that looked suspicious to my father. Even if Jody and his dad were supposed to be away, everybody knows that you always make sure there are a couple of servants in the house, so the burglars won't try to get in.
We heard the front doorbell ringing, but we were too scared to answer it. And then it stopped ringing and we thought they went away. We just laughed because we figured that we tricked whoever was looking for his father, and then we got very serious.
Jody put his head down between my legs, and I put my head down between his. His prick was really very big, and it had lots of hair around it. He even had some hair on his chest, and he looked like a real man. I was very excited and my mouth was just watering to be sucking on him.
So I went right down there, and started to go to it. I think I had my mouth on his prick before he started to lick me. After that, I never heard what was happening until they were both in the room, and they were almost standing on top of us.
"What have we here?"
"I told you, Tod. I told you that we have to be careful of the new rich people. They never get the cheap blood out of them."
"What kind of cheap things did you teach our Tricia?"
"Cheap things! What we're doing is the most natural thing in he world. You're snobs."
"She's just thirteen. Or didn't you know that?"
"She wasn't a virgin at the age of twelve. She told me that herself. .I suppose you didn't know that. Did you think only poor girls learned to fuck young?"
"Don't talk that way in front of her. We wouldn't have minded it half as much if you were making love."
"You stop that. Both of you! Me being here with Jody is my idea. I wanted to teach you a lesson."
"A lesson? What lesson?"
"That you should take better care of me. Watch what I do, and ask a lot of questions, like Abby's parents do."
"We didn't want to harm your development."
"I call it not caring."
"Is this what this is all about?"
"Yes. And I wanted you to see that I was a person, and not a little stuffed poodle. I don't have to do all the right things if I don't want to. I can do anything I please, even if you think it's cheap."
"All right, now. You come home, dear, and we'll talk about it. You'll have to excuse us, Jody."
They were so polite to him that it sounded like they were choking on the words. I knew they figured he was cheap trash or something. And here his father was supposed to be some kind of a genius. I guess they didn't care how smart or educated someone was. If they didn't come from six generations of money, then they weren't anything.
You know what their answer was to everything I said? They brought me here. What do you say?