My Deflowering, Turning Of Purity, Start Of Whoreness

“It’s late, are you sure I should still be here?”

Steven let me stay at his before my parents got home. My parents worked late. He was friendly, and he was trusting, so I never questioned staying here without really a given permission. It was like staying at a good friends house. Steven was 28 years old, and I may have been 11, but he was still my friend. He was nice to me. Not a lot of people are nice to me.

“Listen, I’ll drop you off, okay? Don’t worry about any of that, just sit there, I want you here tonight.”. Steven said to me, wiping dust from some of his shelves. I nodded to his words, he was good at reassuring me.

It’s not like I really wanted to go home anyway. These past few days have been nothing but hell. My parents were arguing, severely. They were never in a good mood. To make matters worse, I had been slacking off in school, which made their faces even more twisted at me. Being in that house was just sad. I always felt sad there. Steven’s home was better. 

Steven sat next to me on the couch. He handed me a cup of tea, and although I didn’t really like it, I drank it because I didn’t want to be rude. He put a hand to my back.

“I want to play a game with you tonight. How does truth or dare sound?”

I smiled at him. “That sounds fun!”, I replied to him, sitting up straight with my hands held together with glee, “You go first, truth or dare?”.

“Truth, but don’t hit me with something boring.”

I thought about it for a bit, then I perked up and looked at him, “What’s the craziest thing you’ve done in public?”.

Steven smirked at me. “When I was younger, I fingered my girlfriend at the time in a movie theater, crazy but I’d say it was worth it.”

I laughed, but I didn’t really understood what he meant. He always talking about doing things with weird words, words I would look up later and feel a little crossed about.

Me and Steven kept playing a few more rounds. He kept bringing those things up again, those weird words, and although I kept feeling a bit uncomfortable, I just kept laughing with him. 

Finally, it was my turn again. I picked dare. 

“How about 2 dares?”, Steven said to me. His eyes squinted, and began to stare me down. I wasn’t a scaredy cat. I said yes.

“Strip your clothes, then come and give me a kiss on the cheek.”

I didn’t know what that word meant. 

I would learn in just a couple of minutes, though. 

He would teach me.

Right on that couch.

With his hand covering my screams.