My Seduction of Steve Perilli

I guess I was around was eleven years old when I fell in love with Steve Perilli. Of course I didn’t know about the birds and the bees back then, all I knew was that my older brother John’s friend made me feel all funny inside whenever I saw him. I just wanted to sit on his lap and cuddle up to him. Steve was three years older than me, and usually fourteen year old boys don’t have much time for eleven year old girls. But Steve was different; he was always nice to me and would take time to talk to me when I was around. His tall dark good looks and ready smile made me blush easily, but he didn’t seem to notice or mind. My brother would usually dispatch me with a few unkind words if I outstayed my welcome, for entertaining scatty young sisters just wasn’t his scene.

My saving grace for Steve’s attention was my piano playing ability, classically trained from a young age I could pick up most songs by ear and do them justice after a bit of practice. I confess to not being the brightest girl on the block, but I was certainly smart enough to work out what music Steve liked. It wasn’t just coincidence that I would be playing Nivana, Tom Petty or Oasis songs when Steve arrived at our house. My heart would pound with glee whenever he wandered into our lounge and leaned on the piano to listen to me play. Most times he would stay until my brother dragged him away to do boys things, but his compliments would have me squirming with pride and adoration causing my love for him to prosper. Unfortunately, Steve’s visits weren’t as frequent as I might have liked. His father travelled a lot with his work, and Steve would often disappear with the rest of his family sometimes for months on end before returning. I can assure you those absences only made my heart grow fonder, and when Steve did reappear I was far more pleased to see him than my brother ever was.

My parents are good looking people, my father handsome tall and strong. My mother both beautiful and elegant with thick wavy sandy hair and a voluptuous figure, and I luckily inherited those genes. My body eventually began to develop; I grew taller first but then began to fill out rather nicely. My boobs were soon stretching my tight tops, and my thighs were quickly too tight for my jeans. A diet of competitive tennis resulted in a nice tan and curvaceous but taut figure. Like most girls, I was self conscious of the change in my body and the interest that men displayed in me. My mother was quick off the mark to educate me in the sordid ways of the male species and I was constantly reminded not to put myself at any risk. By this time I was well aware of the birds and the bees, but I had no interest in the opposite sex, well apart from one person as you can imagine.

I’m not sure whether it was good fortune or not that Steve and his family were away for the years when I under went this transformation. He was never far from the back of my mind, but I was content with the company of my close girlfriends. While boys were of some interest to us, we were nervous and never more than flirtatious in their presence. When I reached fifteen, my parents allowed me to date, but only under strict ground rules. My parents demanded that they met my dates, I also had strict curfews and they wanted to know exactly where I was going. My mother was of the suspicious type and would always check on parental supervision if I was on a sleepover at a girlfriend’s house. But my mum and dad had nothing really to worry about, kissing with boys was okay but wandering hands were not, and I stayed interested but innocent.

It wasn’t long after that eighteenth birthday that my innocence took a sudden slide. I came home unexpectedly and caught my brother John watching porn while my parents were out. He candidly confessed he found the DVD’s in our parent’s wardrobe, I of course pretended shock that he would even enter their bedroom. He shrugged his shoulders, smiled mischievously and continued to watch the TV while I hastily departed the room.

However, my shock eventually turned to curiosity and one day when I was home alone, ventured into their bedroom to have a look around. High on a shelf in their walk-in wardrobe did I find a bag of DVD’s. I watched two on the close by TV at the foot of the bed, and their contents aroused me. I searched the wardrobe a little more while returning the DVD’s to their hiding place, and another little bag held some unusual toys which I’d only heard of through friends gossip. Again my curiosity got the better of me, and removing what I knew to be a vibrator from the bag, turned it on and placed it between my thighs. The vibrations floated nicely through my body, and after checking driveway was still clear, I undid my jeans and slipped them down just enough to get the plastic head under my panties. It was the first orgasm that I ever experienced without the need of my skilful fingers. So intense was it that I completely removed my jeans and panties for a second attempt.

I confess that my guilt was strong over the next few days and I promised myself that I would never ever do it again. But the next time I was comfortably alone in the house, my mother’s plastic toy was back doing its evil work. It soon became a habit and who knows how long it might have gone on for when my very observant mother accosted me. She knew someone had been in her private place, and as my brother hadn’t been around for a day or two, my guilt was obvious. I received a well deserved telling off after my feeble confession. I was really down and embarrassed, for my mum and I are close as mothers and daughters often are. I think she lost a lot of respect for me that day, which still hurts whenever I think about it. But a few weeks later, my mum handed me a brown paper bag which contained a vibrator and a supply of batteries. She giggled at my embarrassment and gave me a big hug while suggesting that it was far safer than boys, and much more fun. It got a lot of use that vibrator, luckily it was nice and quiet and my bedroom was secluded at the far end of the hallway.

It was many months after that episode that Steve came back into the picture. I overheard by brother announce to my parents that he was back in town and on his way over. My heart fluttered with excitement at the thought of seeing him again, and I wanted him to take notice that I was now a woman. My cunning mind began to churn, and I slipped into my briefest bikini. With my hair brushed and a little pale lipstick I sauntered down to the swimming pool at the rear of the house and slipped into the cool water. Keeping my hair dry I paddled impatiently around the pool until I heard a car pull up into the driveway, then the front door open and close to the sound of excited voices. Waiting a few strategic minutes before slipping from the pool, I patted myself dry with a towel and walked inside.

My heart fluttered at the sight of the man of my dreams, he was taller and wider at the shoulders, and far more handsome than I remembered him to be. I smiled warmly as his eyes found me, a brief glimpse of lusty interest obvious before he managed to produce his nice boy image. The seed had sown I thought smugly to myself, I was going to have him, and sooner rather than later I hoped. I let him ogle at my bikini clad figure a bit more before going upstairs and changing into something more appropriate, a very tight top and a pair of shorts to be precise. I allowed myself to wander to the kitchen a few times to explore the fridge, and each time I felt Steve’s eyes upon me.

Later that night my mother remarked cynically on how well I’d managed to keep my hair dry in the pool, and my lipstick seemed intact too. When I tried to make light of it, she laughed and told me not to kid a kidder. Would I not be interested in Steve’s comments on how much I’d grown up and how attractive I was, she asked. I blushed as my mother knew full well what I’d been up to, and now my intentions were out in the open. Don’t worry she assured me, my little secret was safe with her, for the time being anyway.

Steve was soon a frequent visitor to our home over the next few weeks, and for some strange reason I hung around a lot too. My piano playing which had been ignored for some time came to the fore. I encouraged Steve with conversation and smiles and I could feel his interest grow. By this time my brother John had caught on to our little game. At first he was kind of annoyed, but then the amusement and teasing factors quickly set in. Steve was just leaving one Friday night when my evil brother spotted me in the kitchen.

“Hey sis. Steve wants to ask you out on a date, but he’s too scared you’ll say no. Can you put him out of his misery please, please please, please? I’m sick to death of him talking about you.”

Ignoring my pounding heart, I smiled mischievously over at a highly embarrassed Steve, “Well, go on then, ask me.”

“Hey Jen, would you like to go out some time?” he stuttered without a hint of confidence.

Shit, this is easy I thought to myself. Are guys stupid or what, if he’d waited much longer I would’ve asked him out. And if he’d said no, I would’ve dragged him down the path by the scruff of his neck.

“I might, where do you want to take me?” I teased.

Steve looked at the floor, “Dunno, anywhere you wanna go?”

“When?”

“How about tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, okay, I guess I can squeeze you in tomorrow night.” I replied with big goo goo eyes.

My brother John laughed loudly at Steve and I before walking away, “Fuck you two are pathetic.”

It took me three hours the next evening to get ready for my first date with Steve, two showers, four changes of clothes and a lot of frustration with one of my bad hair days. I settled for the casual look, a green top, super tight jeans and sneakers. Steve seemed to like it, and I blushed as his lustful eyes gave me a quick once over on his arrival. It was all getting easier by the minute. We went to local but up market burger bar which was in with the young crowd. We spent hours talking over the loud music and having a good time, the electricity growing slowly with intensity, the eye contact and the touching of legs under the table. I happily agreed to go for a drive, and half an hour later found ourselves in a quiet little place just out of town.