little prick
i grew up in a little artificial community of transplanted nerd families in a research facility among the farmlands and the ocean half an hour south of the city. everyone knew each other and everyone who worked there knew where each other’s houses are. those people see each other at work, see each other when they go home and see each other during parties. how exciting.
some 30 years ago, my parents thought they were done messing with prenatal affairs, immunizations, preschool, staying up late to feed the noisy baby. then i happened, perhaps one chilly december night, when my mom went home during the break while she was going for more school. that explains why i grew up with two significantly older sisters. and significantly older sisters have significantly older friends, who are presumably hot.
i’m such a callous prick that a long time ago, i was literally then a little prick. in my preschool age, but not yet in kindergarten, i learned that my sisters’ friends rode around the village on their bicycles. this was during the 80s when shorty shorts were short. at least with the ladies, i’m not too keen on learning what shorts the men wore. they have this friend named karen. karen had long lovely legs.
of course i didn’t know those limbs as such back then but recognizing what madly turns me on now are shapely legs and thighs especially when they are relatively long in proportion to a woman’s torso.
so lovely legs karen always stopped to kiss and hug me when i was a kid, probably four or five years old, where i was still plump and cute and my looks probably triggered the motherly and caring instinct in normal women. i learned she rides her bike after school and would surely pass the house around four in the afternoon. i guess i put two things together — shorty shorts and one young woman’s urge to hug me would be an awesome combination come four o’clock.
she would come around the corner, banking to her left while making that 90-degree turn on our street corner, she would dismount her bike, come to me and kiss me or hug me. being a tiny little prick, my face would then be right at that sweet level where her crotch and her thighs would right be in my face. i liked that.
kids learn early and so did i on the concepts of cause and effect. it was a silent promise on my part with a matching effort to be out there as much as i can every four in the afternoon to assure myself of the prospect of an excited afternoon encounter. i still wonder though if i had an erection at that age.
