I could hear thunder. In the distance the street lit up with a beam of lightening.
The TV was turned on loudly and my mother and father were watching news in the den. In the next room, my adorable, 3 year old was asleep.
I was only 9 but I was fuming with the fact that I had so much homework to do.That too, mathematics, my arch enemy. In my study room, keeping me company was my father's colleague who was also friend's with our family. He often dropped by so it was not weird that he was alone with me in there.
Awhile later I felt something feeling up my legs. It was so gentle and soft. I looked down and saw his hands, stroking my thighs. He was staring at me, with half a smile. It didnt feel right. Should I ask him to stop? Should I smile back at him? Should I go away? Should I call my parents? No..I couldn't. I wouldn't. What if they get angry at me? The last thing I wanted was my parents to hate me.
His stroking turned circling. He was circling up. His hands starting pulling the sides of my favorite pink panties. What was he doing to me? He was still smiling.
